#typos incoming probably idk

[lovelessjane]

I wanted to make a simple analysis of the game and how it played with my feelings, but I'm gonna add some theories and headcanons to the mix. Sludge Life 2 spoilers ahead!

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Back when I first saw the trailer, I thought the Ciggy City and the island were two separate locations. Like, I thought the Ciggy City was somewhere far away, in some kind of dystopian civilization only the Glug employees are allowed (and can afford) to go to. The way my heart sunk into my chest when I finally gathered the courage to live the city, and saw that it was build over the ruins of the island. That part took me by surprise. Again, I thought we were FAR away from the island and that we might go back to it via ship. Visiting the island was like getting punched in the gut again and again. I mean, the place seems peaceful now, and I'll talk more on why later. But it was still heartbreaking to see the state it's in now. And not only that, but it got wiped out by a fucking nuke while Ghost was gone. Finding the statue head in the sludge with our graffiti still on it was like eating your favorite dessert only to find out it was coated with nails and broken glass. I just stood there for 5 minutes trying to visualize the layout of the map from the first game, and picturing where every building would've been. Also, I remember getting so excited when I saw a familiar bridge with a boat next to it. I thought it was the one from the beginning of the first game, the one that lead to Ghost's shipping container. But it lead to nowhere. This game uses familiar imagery and nostalgia to mess with you, and it does it so well. It hit me very hard in particular because I loved the first game. The miserable yet comfortable atmosphere from the first game made me feel at home. The island isn't the best place in the world, but it's your home. You know everyone and everyone knows you. You know where everything is, and so on. Visiting the sludge in the second game was like going back to your hometown, only to find out nothing is the same anymore. And although it was a sad sight, I'm glad the devs took this route. Because it added a whole new emotion to the experience.

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As for the residents, Glug obviously prioritized the Ciggy City and kind of left the sludge residents be. I have a feeling that the employees working at Chemico and other companies owned by Glug aren't from the sludge, and they were brought there in order to keep everything in check. Which lead to the sludge residents losing their jobs, which wasn't exactly a bad thing. Back in the first game, everyone complained about their jobs or their life and so on. If I'm not mistaken, we don't see the same negative mindset from the residents in the second game. Yeah, they're not living the best life still, but they're happy with what they have. I especially like the zone on top of the apartment complex. The one full of containers. The fact that so many residents live in shipping containers now says a lot. Back in the first game, the only people who lived in shipping containers were the taggers. Now even non vandals live in containers, because they have nowhere else to go. The apartment complex isn't as big as it uses to be back in the first game, so people had to improvise in order to not remain homeless.

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I also want to talk about the in-game races. First of all, I like to think that goblins are the native race to the sludge. That would explain why Uzzi (and his mom, by default) is so overprotective of his home. He does call it a dump in the first game, but still. Out of all the taggers, he's the one to go as far as vandalizing two important buildings in both games (the Glug tower and the clops' HQ). This is just a headcanon of mine though. But related to that, I like to think that Glug brought the humans to the sludge in order to work. Humans who probably were poor to begin with, and that's why they agreed to go in the middle of nowhere and work in such shitty conditions. Same goes for the fly people (or fly person), frog people, etc. One of my theories is that insect, and animal people in general (except for bird people, who I'm guessing come from the same place as the humans because haha pigeon person, pigeons are often found in cities, you know?), come from less industrialized places, such as the sludge (pre-Glug).

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Now about the taggers... Of course I'm gonna talk about Mosca first. First of all, his location. He's the only tagger up in Ciggy City, like one of my mutuals pointed out. And I like to think that he has multiple reasons to be there. -First of all, his dad. We see him on the roof, but given that he's an employee there, I'm guessing that he lives somewhere in the hotel. Headcanon time, but I imagine he invited Mosca to live with him in the City, but knowing Mosca he probably refused because the sludge is his home. He probably still crashes at his dad's apartment every now and then though. -Second of all, Ghost. I like to think that he roams around the City every now and then, mostly to visit his dad, but he actually spends most of his time down in the sludge with the other taggers. But the fact that we find him in the City during the events of the second game, makes me think that he was actually waiting to see Ghost. I mean, he's well aware that Ghost is back and obviously very excited to see him again, so no wonder he came all the way to the City just to see him. Judging by his dialogue, he hates the City just as much as the other taggers, but Ghost and his dad are probably the only reason why he bothers to come there. I also like to think that he doesn't sneak in like other people from the sludge (ex: Big Mud's fans) and actually has access because his dad works there. I also, ALSO like to think that he decided to wait right next to the ships just in case Ghost was going to leave soon. Like, he had no idea where Ghost was, but Mosca won't let the bugger leave the island again without saying "hello". But except for that, it's good to see that him and Ghost are still on good terms. Despite Ghost being an absolute ass and abandoning his friends for money, but whatever. One last thing though, he doesn't seem to know about granma. But the other taggers didn't mention anything about it either (and they don't show up in the ending), so the only ones who might know about it are Hans and Tia.

Hans is an interesting case. After you hit 100 tags, you get to talk with him behind the clops' HQ. He starts doubting his ways and says that Uzzi might be right, hinting that he's willing to embrace a more violent way of protesting. If the devs decide to make a 3rd game, I have a feeling it's going to follow this route. If the taggers do become more violent, it obviously won't end well for them. But it just seems like the right way to end this.

Seeing the Doubles drift apart is also very interesting. Back in the first game, selling out is what alienated them from the tagging community. But in the end, is also alienated them from each other. Also, interesting how Double (not Dolo) wants to get a glass eye.

Glad to see Uzzi is still the same and that he plays such a huge role. Should've seen this coming. Back in the first game, every tagger was unique enough to stand out, so I didn't think much of Uzzi. I even thought he might be a poser, because after talking to an NPC you find out he had been trying to reach the CEO's ship. So I thought he was just trying to escape this place, instead of tearing it down like he kept saying he would. I was so wrong. Also, I think him and Ghost grew a little. And off topic but I'm definitely going to use his "I got plots within plans within schemes" line on a daily basis, it's amazing.

Tia didn't get too much screentime, but it was nice seeing her. At first I thought she might be granma, giving that the "Granma loves you" posters have the same color as her hoodie, and that she's...old. But I'm pretty sure granma is actually Uzzi's mom. But back to Tia, she seems way more happy in the second game. Maybe it's because of the amount of weapons at her disposal, but still. Good for her! And the fact that the disappearance of King Eyes made her give up on tagging says a lot about their relationship. She dislikes him, from what we learned in the first game, but still cares. Or she might fear that she's next in like to become like him. Either way, I am so happy that we got to see her again!

I still think that King Eyes is the one who activated the nuke. I used to think that Uzzi did it, but now he know he's innocent. But King Eyes definitely knows about the nuke, since his tag is in the same room. He also vanishes after you hit 100 tags in the first game, when you can finally take his place. So maybe the fact that Ghost "dethroned" him set him off. Or maybe it's completely unrelated and he's also innocent. Who even knows?

I can't say much about the new taggers. Already rambled about them in one of my posts, but it wasn't much. They're cool and I love how one of them is an NPC you find in the first game. Buns is forgotten. I kind of feel bad for him but also kind of don't. I understand his importance in the demo and why it wouldn't have made sense for the devs to bring him to the island. Glad he didn't come back. His theme slapped but I want to beat him up, for some reason. Plus, he didn't stand out and that choice was probably on purpose. Imagine making such a cool character only to not add him into the full game. Buns can't relate. Missing his theme a lot though, the fact that it's not on Spotify is a crime.

In conclusion, the first Sludge Life has a VERY special place in my heart, but Sludge Life 2 is just as cool. 10/10, would tag again.

#sludge life 2 #sludge life #i went a little crazy #but this game hoovers in my mind like a bouncing dvd logo #typos incoming probably idk #uzzi deserves his name btw

[qsphyxias]

ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇꜰᴜʟ, ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ! ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇꜰᴜʟ!

if you fetishize mlm/nblm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; you + pete are dating, and you're about to have the house all to yourselves— but peter has to wait to do so, and he gets impatient. basically.

warnings ; m! reader (he/him), cussing, suggestive, a bit unorganized, unedited so probably typos, you have parents (lol he doesn't), also tom's spiderman

note ; this was going to go so much more different than i wanted it to!! i wanted it to be like peter was texting you and he was outside your window and like, frustrated bc he did not know if you liked him, and then you told him to come over or something and idk WHAT IS THIS . inspidered by the song below

words ; 1.2k +

⊱ ───── {⋅𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 - 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤⋅} ───── ⊰

It was a nice, warm winter evening— or at least, it felt warm to Peter considering how much he was sweating that day. With a disgruntled string of curses, Peter whipped out his phone as he balanced himself on a lamp post, ready to text Ned and ask him if he remembered how to turn on the air conditioning in his suit.

Despite the gross feeling of his suit sticking to his thighs and pits, Peter continued to hesitate on sending that shameful text message. Not because it was the middle of December, or how Peter could not (or would not) tell Ned the very irrational reason why he needed those puffs of air in his suit— no, it was because of love, that's why! That's why he was sitting on a lamppost, worriedly watching you outside your house awaiting your incoming text message.

"God, I sound like an idiot. Oh god, I probably look like an idiot too." Peter grumbled, with his hands resting on his face and fingers set strategically, so he'd still be able to see through them, and into your bedroom window. Not creepy at all, no.

Before you harshly judge Peter's actions, (and rightfully so,) let it be known why he was doing it in the first place!

Just a couple of minutes ago, you two were texting (passionately)—as hormonal teenage boys do—until all of a sudden, you sent the following;

"My parents are about to leave to go check out some real estate property. They probably won't be back until 10 PM, at the earliest— wanna come over? I've gotta beat someone at Smash Bros."

What!? Peter was ecstatic, he was just about ready to go—having already slung on his pants and T-shirt with his webbing with one hand as he watched his phone screen with the other, like a hawk.

"Oh but, maybe wait a couple of minutes because my mom lost her phone and she'll probably take a few. I'll get you back with an update."

Nooooooooooo!

Oh, you. You... Evil, teasing, handsome, mischievous, terrifying you. If only you knew what you had just unleashed.

Despite your friendly reminder that Peter had to wait before he could smash you- I mean, play Smash with you, he did not care. Instead, he decided that a couple of minutes in the cold, waiting outside your room would be nothing to the spectacular Spider-man.

Also, because he made a giant webby mess in his room and he did not want to be home when Aunt May sees it.

And now we're back here; back to Peter sitting and waiting out on a lamppost, alone, and sweaty in the cold—which was ironic because he thought that his major problem of today would be the weather, not his hormones. He thought the latter would come easy, and oh boy, to say it did not.

"Ugh, come on S/o's mom! Find your damn phone already!" Peter moped as he watched your mom roam your room, searching for her phone helplessly—

—until, he saw it.

Her phone! Peter near jumped off the lamp post to try and catch your attention and point at the phone resting on the window sill, until he luckily realized that that was not a good idea.

Instead, Pete opted for whipping his phone out, texting furiously with his cold, but clammy fingers. "S/O!!! TELL YOUR MOM TO CHECK ON YOUR WINDOW SILL!!!!"

Wait, no, try again.

"Hey, you know I lost my phone last week and I actually ended up finding it on my window sill hahah, maybe check there?"

Nice and smooth.

Peter internally high-fived himself as he watched you pick up your phone from his angle. Followed by your sudden diversion of your attention to your window, then your gasp, and then your funny reaction of rapidly pointing at your window sill like a crazy person, where your mom's phone rested. With a relieved smile, your mom kissed you on your cheek and waved you goodbye, to which you turned red and—to Peter's dismay—closed the curtains. Gee, looks like you really hoped no one saw that exchange of mom kisses.

"Fuck!" Well this sucks. Now Peter can't watch you from your window like a— Ding!

A notification from you! Hooray! Who cares about the window, now he'll get to see the real thing!

"Thanks for the tip, bro! turns out her phone was in the exact location you just sent me— isn't that funny? Anyway, she's leaving soon, so you should probably start getting ready to leave."

Peter sighed, "If only he knew."

The familiar sound of an engine revving up caused Peter to perk up, now paying attention to the car that just pulled out your driveway which could be no other than your parents. Mission complete, Peter could now take action and tame his hormonal tendencies.

"All clear!" You quickly sent him, thinking there was no possible way he was as excited as you were-

Until a knock interrupted your thoughts.

You opened the door, shocked at the sweaty man you saw before you. "Peter?"

"Hi." With a smile like that, you could never have known he had just stripped himself naked and stuffed his suit into his backpack in seconds flat, prior to meeting you.

"But I just sent you the message? How did you get here so fast?" You laughed exasperatedly, ushering him in quickly before your parents could come back and kick him out.

"Love... finds a way?" He chuckled awkwardly, hoping he wouldn't have to explain his stalker-ish tendencies.

You could only shake your head, and laugh as you wasted no more time to pounce on him, letting him pick you up and bring you to the room he was just staring into not long ago. "Wow, strong too." You commented, to which he reacted bashfully.

You patted him on the arm, signalling your desire to descend from the soft pillows Pete calls his biceps. "Okay, this is getting demeaning— put me down."

The bed gave a good tiny bounce as you both settled onto the bed, with you getting comfortable just sitting on his chest. ""Love finds a way," huh?" Peter could only shrug, "Yup." not wanting to say anymore.

"So you love me?" You paraphrased his once thought-through quote, and replaced it with "disastrous gay blurbs."

"Love? Oh, did I say love?- I just meant- I mean, if you want- but I thought we were at the "like-like" stage? But I mean, if you're uncomfortable I can totally just-"

You interrupted him with a cackle, "Like-like stage? You did not just say that." A deadpan expression rested upon your features, something that screamed, "You are better than that." —causing Peter to flush even more than before. "Shut up." He muttered dejectedly, flopping face-first into your pillows. "I thought you were actually offended!" his words were muffled, but the true embarrassment laced in his words still came through.

In your defence, "I was!"

"No, you weren't," Peter corrected, "No, I wasn't." You repeated.

"You're mean." He stated, getting up from his fetal position and throwing one of your pillows at you. "But you love me." You reminded, a shit-eating grin decorating your features, laughing before getting a mouthful of pillow and suddenly, not laughing anymore.

"Correction, I "like-like" you." Peter climbed on top of you, you who had been pillow-beaten to death. "Ugh, back to the "like-like" stage, so much worse than the bro stage!" You feigned despair, a ghost of a smile still peaking through your grimace.

It only took seconds for Peter to make the decision he usually has trouble with— the decision to kiss you.

And let's just say, thank god your parents decided to overnight it at the real estate building.

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

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[r26yz]

Rambles incoming :D

idk, i just... I FREAKING LOVE the dazaku writers in pixiv and lofter. I am not fluent in japanese or chinese, heck im not even fluent in english, i read them using google translate (i want to thank google for dazai obama) and its wonky af but THE FEELS!? It hurt, it grabbed me in the lungs and heart. The translation is off but damn the emotions are conveyed perfectly.

And... hm.. i noticed that, how hopeful they are about dazaku relationship? Yeah, they are not good-ish, kinda, sorta abusive. But like, there's hope? You understand? By no means there are lot of writers that don't hesitate to dunk on dazai for what he did to akutagawa. But the things, there's still something.

Im thinking how to say this.

Akutagawa's hate.

Dazai's taunts.

Akutagawa's want for approval.

Dazai withholding that approval.

If dazai don't like akutagawa that much, shouldn't he just gave him that approval and be done with? I know he already acknowledge him way before. He even gush on him to odasaku. akutagawa would probably wont bother him again. But then he doubled down on him, Atsushi is better than you ;). Why taunt him with Atsushi? Atsushi is his coworker, not a student specificaly (something that a lot of writers emphasize, very neat).

Why dazai? do you need him to go crazy for you :D bahahaha loser. Is it because akutagawa the first thing you own that is actually yours? yours that you got to choose yourself? you freaking gave him a mating offer by killing his friends' murders. you idiot. you sad man. what a sad little man. do you want akutagawa to kill you someday so its still considerd suicide by your own hand/creation? you sad sad wet man? you really think that he'd hate you enought to kill you? really? you, the man who gave the akutagawa sibling a home and warm meal? really? hmm? hmm?

see, that's why... call it shallow, but i don't think akutagawa could ever really hate dazai? ish? kinda? the man did save him, even though then he got thrown to another kind of hell on earth. He gave him home, meal, and hope. The meaning of life. Hahahah indeed he's like a dog. that makes dazai that type of dog owners who made a shitty job at taking care of their puppies. the kind that was excited first and (sorta, kinda, idk) neglect/abuse them when they don't do their tricks properly.

i only know games bcs i watch rtgame's youtube, and when he played "Slay the Princess" and then proceed to search about them on tumblr, yeah. "The opposite of love is not hate, but indiference" and yeah, i believe that it also true to dazaku. because in a way, they are in this two person tango of chasing, taunting, i need you to be my eyes, you've become stronger, can you give me the meaning of life. Hate is really visible and the love is so between the lines. But they are not really indifferent to each other.

The love is there! the love is there. yeah, the love is there.

also.

i'm not sure how i came into this conclusion but, "akutagawa doesn't need dazai, but dazai need akutagwa" and yeah, maybe their bsd counterpart is reversed from their real life, but the essential part is still there? Thats my delusion is. I just wanna said that in the end.

if you manage to reach this part. Uh, thank you for reading. Sorry for the typo. I hope its understandable. suffer with meeeee!

#dazaku #bsd #bungo stray dogs #in case you want to block

[flattenedcat]

Oh man. It's ass o crack in the morning and I can't sleep because of stupid brain dead fans and insane misinformation.

Incoming rant from a renheng shipper who frequents tiktok that enjoys ships that aren't just green flags or whatever.

Lowkey hate myself for getting obsessed with hkr and renheng. The amount of people who misunderstand lore or that the characters in question have an insane amount of MEMORY LOSS. Also, why are hoyo fans so obsessed with hating on queer ships and spreading bs about them, like bro chill it's just a game and we're all gay fuckers who like to see other gay fuckers in love. It's fiction, seriously who the fuck cares lmao.

Some of yall are just homophobes in disguise who hate any sort of gayness even when it's implied or just theorized. Meanwhile hoyo is trying desperately to get past the censorship and hide the gay while also shoving it down our throats lol. (Aka that typo stuff or whatever. Idk what happened there but why's that your first thought...?)

Ughhh I really need to delete tiktok, I can feel my brain losing cells at a rapid speed. I type renheng and 7/10 videos are just hate. Like bruh don't use the fucking tag you absolute bitches.

Ohhh they're so toxic or whatever. Danheng is traumatized because Blade keeps trying to kill him (...points at canon...lol). First of all, baby that's true love. Joking but like renheng is also very much classic danmei. Lovers to enemies to exes to lovers but slightly deranged. Also very very j*ongdok coded. Oh and now people hating on enemies to lovers trope just cuz they can't stand renheng for whatever reason. Saying stuff like what chemistry or how could they ever like each other, they are trying to kill one another. Like pause. Focus. ENEMIES. TO. LOVERS. ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES. It's not going to be a walk in the park fucking dumbasses.

It's basically friends to lovers to enemies to strangers to enemies to scorned semi-amnesiac exes to lovers again if that helps ^-^. We in the divorce arc now but no one knows lmao, not even the two fuckers in question themselves.

I genuinely don't understand why people are so fixated on hating ships that are 'toxic'. Sure happy good queer ship representation is important. But like, to be brutally honest, I prefer angst and complex, complicated dynamics. Just let us have both, no need to insist that everyone be the pinnacle of morality. That's boring lol. Sure h*artstopper is amazing, but also fucking love h*nnibal too. Imo these the same bitches that want to censor ao3. Let the gays have their toxic shit too, not everyone wants straight fluff.

Also. Hsr is pretty dark when you think about it. At least, from the perspective of someone who only has general knowledge of g*nshin i*pact and just reads funeral man x foxy dude ao3 fics, I was not expecting the deaths of actual people. Like the xianzhou arc had probably the highest body count, with scenes of people literally taking their last breath and not just in the actual gaming part. It's gonna be a bit dark babes.

This goes for jingyuan too. Like i saw someone comment that they're upset he was sorta manipulative during the dragon arc thing. And um sure, but also bros an old ass general who also looks into the future with the divine something. But main point. GENERAL. Sorta his job babes. Mans not going to be some 1D soft uwuu boy. But he's also impartial where he can and perhaps shouldn't be. Tbh hoyo fans should be happy at how complex these characters are.

Sidenote. I find that I cannot stand watching people play games anymore. Like wdym you're talking over the damn cut scene that's significant and/or looking away. Bruh, this isn't a pure battle game, it's heavy on the story so where the fuck is your goddamn attention. Talking bs like oh idk what's going on but they don't read the dialogue, check out the databank/bookshelf, watch the short videos hoyo puts out, or even, just even FUCKING EXPLORE. Some ass I watched just walked straight past vital info, running their goddamn mouth and was then like, broo I'm so confused what's going on?!? Genuinely, if not for the story, then why are you playing? The combat is fun, sure, but it's not like the most riveting thing ever, so why do people not pay attention????

I feel faint oof.

I don't even care if renheng isn't canon and we're all fucking delusional. I'm just annoyed for a varied number of reasons that are triggered everytime I open the devil app that is tiktok...also I feel sorta sad for spoiling 1.3 for myself but also half of it was already spoiled because of tumblr+tiktok having spoilers like the fucking devil himself and also also i feel better/insane that i know like 75% of what's going on.

(Do i need to censor the other names/fandoms? No idea, but might as well ig)

#rant #rant post #like seriously #im so pissed #don't read this lol #hsr #renheng #i forgot how the tagging system works here #its been so long since i made a post #controversial #? perhaps #spoilers #hsr spoilers #sorta

[descendinginto-madness]

a quiet cry for help.

word count: 1636

content warnings: mentions & descriptions of health issues, medication, mentions of the character struggling to take good care of their health sometimes

summary: N/A

author's notes: i'm going to be so honest when i'm writing this i'm very sleepy idk what to say </3 emile isn't allowed to be happy this month. also once again this wasn't written with a romantic relationship in mind :3 i now see i could've added a lot more of dan heng's feelings but i'm gonna be so honest i didn't have time </3 maybe at some point i'll edit this and do that

The Astral Express Family

Emile: uhh guys

Emile: could someone lkke

Emile: come to the parol car rq lol

Emile: *parlor sorry

Dan Heng frowns slightly, reading the incoming messages. He’s sitting in the archives, working - or rather, was working, up until he saw the texts. Normally, perhaps he wouldn't pay too much attention to these messages - their tone isn't too out of place for Emile, even the typos are something common for them - but right now, he can't help but feel slightly concerned by them. There's something about them that makes him feel like something's wrong - even though he shouldn't…

Or should he?

Then, suddenly, all of the pieces fall into place and he realizes what exactly feels off for him.

He remembers how Emile looked when he saw them this morning; tired and a bit pale, like they weren't doing too well. They still smiled when they saw him, and insisted they're alright when he asked them about it, but both of them know that Emile tends to brush off their issues, whether emotional or physical. It's not a secret; neither that, nor their health issues, caused by the Stellaron remains in their body - and even if Emile did try to keep them that way, it wouldn't be possible. Not with how attentive Himeko and Mr. Yang in particular were, and with how similar some of their symptoms were to what Stelle herself has been and still sometimes is suffering from: nausea, dizziness, fevers and sometimes body pains - and though Emile's flare-ups seem to be less violent than Stelle's most of the time, they're still something not to be taken lightly.

Granted, in the morning they also didn't look like it was something extremely serious either - thankfully. He knows he's probably worrying about Emile much more than they are about themself, but even so, it was still concerning - especially since they decided to go help Himeko with something about the train engine instead of resting. 

And that's… also the part that makes his worry spark again.

If it was the two of them who needed help, Emile would've worded their question differently. If it was something only they needed help with, Himeko should be there to assist them, so they wouldn't ask - unless she isn't there anymore, because the two of them have finished their work already.

Me: What's the matter? Is everything alright?

He can't help but feel like it's a rhetorical question right now, but it's necessary; he's already distracted from his work, somewhat anxiously watching the three dots at the bottom of the screen disappear and reappear a few times, as Emile is typing.  The fact that he's the only one who has read their messages so far doesn't help - not that he's going to get angry at the others now, he'd just feel much better if he knew that if anything bad has happened, there's someone else also ready to help immediately.

Right when he's starting to think that it's taking them a worryingly long time to answer him, a reply appears.

Emile: yes and no 

Emile: i kindaaa

Emile: might've overestimated myslef lol

Emile: *myself

Emile: tried to stand up then almost fell haha 

Me: I'm on my way.

If they aren't strong enough to stand on their own then it's - obviously - a bad sign, yet they're still clearly trying to make their messages sound lighthearted. 

Of course.

He's glad the archives are the first cabin in the hallway leading to the parlor car; it takes him just a moment to get there, open the door and step inside the lounge area maybe a tiny bit too frantically - but he can't help it, he's not even entirely sure what to expect. Thankfully, though, what he sees isn't the worst case scenario that popped up in his head - Emile isn't passed out on the floor somewhere, but instead curled up on one of the couches, half wrapped in a blanket, and - most importantly - conscious.

That's about where the good things end, though; when he steps closer he can't not notice the paleness of their skin, and the sickly look on their face, almost as if they were about to throw up. But even so, they smile when they see him - their lips stretch in a faint, weak-looking smile. 

“Hi,” they say, and their voice is quiet, almost like they were afraid that even speaking too loudly is going to make them feel worse.

“What's the matter?” he asks, sitting down right next to them. “Where's Himeko?” he adds, raising his hand to touch their forehead gently; he can immediately tell it's a little too warm. Of course, they have a fever, and it’s painfully clear that it isn't the only thing bothering them right now.

“She left when we were done,” they reply. “I was almost falling asleep and ended up doing it here, I guess she just wanted to let me rest.” 

Dan Heng nods. 

“And then?"

“And then I woke up and felt awful,” they let out a quiet laugh, but it's short-lived. They hold back, as if even such a simple thing could make their nausea worse. “I… didn't know it'd get so bad so quickly,” they add. They sound almost apologetic, and Dan Heng looks at them for a moment; as much as they tend to overlook their symptoms sometimes, he doesn't doubt they're telling the truth right now. 

He nods again.

“Do you need help getting back to your room? Or would you prefer to stay here? Do you need me to get you anything?” He says, trying to sound calm, so they won't feel like he's flooding them with questions. They shake their head but, once more, it looks like they held themself back from instinctively doing it with more energy at the last minute. 

“No, Ii– well, I'd go to my room, it's just–” they pause, then look away with a quiet sigh, and he’s sure the slight red hue on their cheeks isn't a sign of any illness this time, but rather embarrassment. That's why he doesn't rush them; a few seconds pass before they speak up again, but he waits until they're ready to do so. 

“Well— I feel like I'm gonna throw up if I try to get up again,” they finally admit. He can obviously tell it isn't easy for them - he knows they often have trouble asking for help, and it's also something he understands much better than he admits.

“I can carry you back” he offers. He says that before he can properly think about it, but it's alright. They don't seem all that convinced, so he quickly reassures them. “It's fine. I won't mind.” Only then, they finally give him a small nod. He stands up and carefully slides one arm under their back, and the other - under their knees; he feels the warmth radiating off of their body as he picks them up. Soon enough something else catches his attention, though - Emile's eyes. 

Or rather, the way Emile looks - like they are about to cry. 

The two of them make eye contact and of course, Emile immediately wipes their eyes in a not so gentle manner. His expression softens a little; it's still serious, but it loses most of its usual cold.

“...Are you alright?” he asks, and it's not a rhetorical question this time - he's not inquiring about their physical well-being, both of them know how that is. This is about whatever else is on their mind right now. 

“Yes, sorry,” they reply quietly, looking away, and he shakes his head gently.

“You don't have to apologize,” he reassures them. They can't control it, after all; their health issues aren't their fault. If anything is to blame here, it's the Stellaron.

“But you said you're going to be working–”

“And since when is my work more important than your health?”

They don't reply this time, but they rest their head against his shoulder as he carries them back to their room. He slides the door open and heads straight towards the bed. He's glad to see the medicine on their nightstand; it's not like he wouldn't immediately go get it for them or look around their room if it wasn't there, but he's happy that, as it seems, Emile finally remembered about it. It could mean they don't feel guilty about using the Astral Express's stock anymore; or, well, at the very least, less than they did earlier. 

“Do you need anything?” he asks, looking around the room to check if everything is in place. It's a little messy, as always, but he supposes that's just how Emile’s place is usually going to look. Among other things left on their desk he spots a half-empty bottle of some sweet drink, but he doubts that they will want to even look at sweets in their current state. 

“Water?” they ask; he somewhat expected that. 

“Sure. Will you be alright on your own for a moment?”

When they nod he leaves the room and goes to the kitchen. He texts Himeko and Mr. Yang on his way there to inform them about Emile's state, but he also adds that everything's under control, and that it's… Less serious than it sometimes gets.

Once he comes back to their bedroom, though, with a glass of water in hand, he sees they're already asleep. 

He quietly puts the glass on the nightstand, right next to the medicine, and adjusts Emile's blanket, to make sure they're properly covered. They mumble something in their sleep when he does it, and he freezes momentarily, but they don't wake up. 

He stands there for a few seconds more, thinking - and, ultimately, he makes himself comfortable on the floor, back leaned against their bed.

He will stay there for a while, just in case.

divider by @/cafekitsune

#angstpril2024 #honkai star rail #fanfiction #day16 #cry for help #hsr #hsr oc #dan heng #tw health #tw health issues #tw self destructive behavior #(this one's just in case) #dim writing ☁️

[galacticxcosmos]

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 ♕︎ jjk

Pairing :- Jungkook X Reader

Genre :- Suger Daddy AU, Romantic, Erotic, Angst and Fluff

Word Count :- 3.5k

Summary :- You didn't need a Sugar Daddy, but you still have one. What could make things worse? You having feelings for him probably?? But things were already messed up beyond your imagination, you heard of the saying, "Love hurts", but this much??

Warnings :- Explicit Sex, Noona kink, Dom Jungkook, Sub reader, A lot of angst (idk how I managed to write), mature theme, confused feelings, Jungkook with his smooth ass lines to melt your heart.

A/N:- I am still working on my series, mean while I just posted this quick Oneshot. I did go into depth of literature to give out the finest of my capabilities but it's not that bad, you can give it a try I guess. P.S:- Ignore the typos ans slight grammatical errors, I am too lazy to do proof reading. :P

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The night fell, covering the sky with a dark blanket, the one that had holes through which you couldn't see light spots that resembled shimmering starts. You were standing in your large walk-in wardrobe, looking over the racks on racks of designer dresses, trying to decide what you were going to wear tonight.

A pit of uneasiness formed in your stomach, the feeling where you go back to back with feeling nauseatic to not feeling anything at all. You wondered what you were doing, why you were still doing this, even though you knew perfectly well why you still did.

You didn’t need a sugar daddy, yet you had one. You might have succeededly lied to everyone but lying to one's own self is indeed a difficult job. You had a good job when you first met him, you had your apartment, you had a decent income. A really good income, actually. There was just something about him, something that drew you in and captivated you and when he’d made the offer you hadn’t been able to refuse.

He got you a bigger apartment, you didn’t need to work. The only thing you needed to do was look pretty and be available for him whenever he needed or wanted you. You’d made one mistake in all of this and it was the one thing that kept you here and somehow simultaneously made you want to leave. You made a mistake, did something that you weren't supposed to.

You had fallen in love with him and you were falling harder.

You weren’t sure how much more you could take if you were being honest. You had given up so much just to be near him and you were starting to realise that the sex and accompanying him to certain events as his ‘friend’ weren’t going to be enough. You wanted more and you knew that he wouldn’t give it to you.

That was one of the most important rules that he had put in place when this first started. No one was to know about the two of you. Not one single person. You didn’t want that anymore though. You hadn’t wanted that in a long time but you knew that it wasn’t going to change.

You weren’t even the only girl that Jungkook had and your heart hurt a little bit more deeply each time he gained another conquest. Jungkook might be paying you to keep you around, for whatever reason you didn’t know, but that didn’t stop him from being the same playboy that he’d always been.

You sighed, pulling out a short black dress for the event tonight, knowing that Jungkook would love the way that it hugged your body tightly. It was sexy, but not in a way that flaunted your body, just the way that Jungkook liked it. The black fabric hugged your curves in all the right places, the long lace sleeves covering your arms adequately. The scooped neckline covered up to your collarbones, a cutout back showing just the right amount of skin.

You walked over to the floor to ceiling mirror, slipping on your black heels and double checking your appearance, knowing that Jungkook would be here soon. Just as you finished adjusting the way that your hair fell around your slender shoulders, the doorbell rang. You let out a small sigh, knowing that Jungkook was here to take you to the new years eve party.

He always rang the doorbell when he came, despite the fact that he had the code to get in and the fact that you’d told him repeatedly that he didn’t have to. You figured it was his own way of keeping certain boundaries in the relationship that you shared. You walked over to the bed, picking up the red clutch that you’d filled with your things earlier, glancing at yourself in the mirror one last time before leaving the room.

You pulled open your front door your eyes landing on the beautifully put together man waiting for you. His dark brown hair fell across his forehead in a soft wave, his silk soft lips pulled up into a small smile, his beautiful eyes wandering over you in approval of your choice of outfit.

He was wearing a quite obviously expensive black suit that accentuated his body to perfection. The crisp white shirt he was wearing had the first couple of buttons open and you wondered how he could manage to add a casual influence to the outfit and still look as good as he did. "Noona..." His voice was effective enough to send chills down your spine.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked in that soft, melodious voice of his that seemed to make your insides melt whenever you heard it. You found yourself nodding, stepping out into the hall beside him and pulling your door closed, steeling yourself to your feelings and the night that was to come as he wrapped an arm around your waist and leading you to the elevator.

You sat at an elegantly decorated table, drinking another glass of champagne, surrounded by beautiful rich people who talked about nothing and yet somehow never ran out of things to say and wondered what you were doing. Why you were here, why you kept doing this?? Confusion was bubbling up inside you.

You didn’t belong here, you knew that you didn’t belong here and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to leave, to remove yourself from the situation you had willingly put yourself in for something as silly as love. You downed the rest of your glass, waving over a waiter and grabbing another with a small thank you and continuing to drink the one that you had just taken.

It wouldn’t be so bad, if the man you loved actually harboured some kind of feelings for you in return, but he didn’t. You knew he didn’t and yet you just couldn’t seem to tear yourself away from him, desperate for any scrap of attention he threw your way.

You let out a small scoff, taking another sip from the crystal glass that you held. You didn’t even know what number drink this was, you’d had a fair few since Jungkook had disappeared, leaving you alone in a sea of people that you didn’t know and didn’t really want to know.

It was late, you knew it was late and you found yourself wondering just how late it was. Was it almost midnight yet, almost the new year? A time when people vowed to themselves to change in some small or significant way that they never usually saw through. Did you really want another year of this? Another year of being nothing but a plaything, something to be hidden and kept a secret? Another year of loving someone that would never feel the same way about you?

Your eyes drifted around the room, taking in the countless people adorned in jewels and expensive suits. Did you really want another year living a life that you knew you shouldn’t be living? Hell, half of the people here thought you were an escort and to be perfectly honest you weren’t exactly far from it. You missed your old life, where you were respected and had friends, where people didn’t look down upon you because you were nice and a hard worker.

Your eyes landed on Jungkook, arms wrapped around a beautiful girl on the dancefloor, your mouth dropping open slightly from shock. He was kissing her. Right in front of you, in front of everyone else, in the middle of the large dance floor.

You felt a stinging in your eyes, knowing that you were going to cry and that you needed to get out of there. It was the final push you needed, the final nail in the coffin. That you couldn’t do this anymore was the only thought you seemed to have as you rose to your feet before unsteadily leaving the large and opulent ballroom.

Back in the apartment that you had called home for such a long time, you were sat on the floor in the middle of your bright living space, two suitcases open in front of you and surrounded by clothes that you were trying to pack.

Your phone had been vibrating incessantly for a while before it had stopped completely, probably Jungkook wondering where the hell you had gone and what had happened but you had ignored it completely.

You had changed into comfortable leggings and a sweater, much more to your liking. You had begun to raid the closet, grabbing the least expensive items that you had purchased since you had moved in here.

You wiped your eyes for what felt like the billionth time, wondering when you were going to stop crying about this. It was for the best, you knew it was for the best. You couldn’t keep doing this to yourself and you should have had this much respect for yourself before this entire thing started. You were pulled from your thoughts at the loud banging that sounded out on your front door, your eyes shooting up to look at it as you nibbled on your lower lip nervously. You weren’t going to let him in, you couldn’t let him in.

Your eyes grew wide and you froze as you heard numbers being punched into the keypad at the door and you could have slapped yourself for your stupidity. You’d forgotten to change the code, how could you forget to change the code? Your panicked eyes locked with his as he walked into your apartment, his eyes filled with a frustration that changed to slight panic as he took in your position on the floor, surrounded by suitcases and your belongings. “No-- Noona... What are you doing?”

There was a slight tremble to his voice that he couldn’t seem to hide and your eyes took in just how disheveled he looked, his hair no longer perfectly styled and now looking as though he’d run his hands roughly through it more than once. You dragged your eyes from him, looking back down to the suitcase in front of you and reaching to pick up some of the clothes beside you, tucking them into the suitcase as you spoke.

“I don’t want to do this anymore Jungkook. I deserve better than this and I need to learn to respect myself again. I’m going home.” You looked up at him as you finished speaking, noticing the way that his face had seemed to lose a little color, the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed deeply.

He began to walk toward you, closing the distance between you quickly and you dropped your eyes from him once again, reaching out to put another stack of clothes into the suitcase. His hand found your own and you almost flinched from the contact, refusing to look up at him and meet his eyes as he spoke to you in his soft, calm voice.

“I don’t want to lose you, I can’t lose you. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. Just tell me what you want Noona, please.” There was a desperation in his tone, one that he didn’t seem to care to hide at this precise moment. Your eyes slid shut as you drew a shaky breath, knowing that he couldn’t give you what you so desperately wanted.

“You can’t give me what I want Jungkook, I know you can’t. I’ve done this for as long as I can, this needs to end now.” Your voice was barely a whisper, your heart seemingly breaking more at your own words. You wished he could give you what you wanted, you wished for it with everything that you had, but you knew it wasn’t a possibility.

Jungkook’s hand tightened around your own when you tried to pull it away, a hand reaching out to force you to look at him. The tips of his fingers felt ever so soft against your skin and you had to fight not to lean into the touch. “You don’t know what I can give you Noona. You don’t know what I would do for you,” you could hear the nerves in his voice when he spoke and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his own as he continued to speak. “Noona, listen to me. I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to fall asleep every night holding you. I want to come home from work to see you dressed just like this. I want everyone to know how much I love you, because I do love you, Noona. You and only you.”

Your heart almost stopped beating with his last words, your eyes widening as you looked into his own beautiful orbs. Your brain scrambled to try and process what he’d just said to you, that he loved you the way that you loved him. When you took too long to respond, Jungkook drew in a shaky breath, before speaking once again. “I was just scared. I knew that there was something about you the first moment that I met you and I wanted to keep you by my side as much as I could Noona. I know you think there have been others besides you, but there hasn’t. I’ve loved you for a long time, I want a relationship with you. I want you by my side forever Noona..”

You sat there, looking at him as he crouched before you, your mind frantically trying to process what he was telling you. You wanted nothing more than to believe him, but there was one thing that kept nagging away at you. “What about the girl earlier tonight? I saw you kissing her,” your voice shook when you spoke and you almost cursed yourself for showing how nervous you were about that question. You wanted nothing more than to believe him, but you knew that you needed to know.

Jungkook’s voice was soft when he answered you, a certain look in his eyes that made you believe him. You knew that he was telling the truth.

“She kissed me, I pushed her away and went to look for you, but you were gone. I’m sorry.” His hand gave your own a gentle squeeze, his eyes searching your own. “I really do love you. I want to give us a chance. What do you want?” Jungkook was practically handing you everything that you had wanted since you’d met him to you on a platter and you were feeling overwhelmed. You had dreamt of this for so long and you’d suddenly found yourself at a loss for words now that he was offering it to you.

Unable to form any words, you answered him in the only way that you could, leaning forward and capturing his lips with your own. He instantly reached out to you, settling himself more comfortably on the floor and pulling you into his lap, his hands gripping your waist tightly as though he was scared to let you go.

You shifted yourself so that you were straddling him, somehow never once breaking the kiss. His tongue brushed the seam of your lips, looking for access which you granted, his tongue dipping inside as your hands reached up to tangle in his silky hair. The kiss quickly grew more heated, both wanting each other with a desperation that was surprising. Jungkook’s lips pulled away, moving along your jaw to your throat, nibbling and sucking on your sensitive skin and causing a small moan to escape you as heat shot through you straight to your core.

His wandering hands found the edge of your sweater as he removed his lips from your skin, pulling the sweater up and over your head quickly and throwing it somewhere in the room, before quickly returning his mouth to your neck. You ground yourself onto him, a small whimper escaping you as your hands flew down to push his jacket off of his strong shoulders. The action caused Jungkook to let out a small groan of his own as he pushed up against you.

His voice was practically a growl against your ear when he said “Bedroom, Princess. Now,” his tone changed, dominance was evident and you didn’t have to be told twice, getting to your feet with Jungkook following quickly behind you into your plush bedroom. You had barely made it into the bedroom when Jungkook pulled you against him once again, your tongues tangling together with the same desperation that had been present in the other room.

Your hands flew to his shirt, fighting with the buttons for a few minutes before you finally managed to get them undone, the fabric falling to the floor as Jungkook maneuvered you toward the bed. His hands reached down to unclasp your bra, that quickly disappearing too, before he also removed your leggings and your panties, finally pushing you down on to the bed.

He quickly removed the rest of his clothes, before joining you on the bed and settling himself between your parted thighs, capturing your lips once again in a searing kiss. You whined into his mouth, desperately wanting him to touch you, the sound seeming to let him know exactly what you wanted from him as he removed his lips from your own and ghosting soft kisses along your throat.

He kissed his way along your collarbone, finally reaching your chest and drawing one of your stiff nipples into his mouth as one of his hands drifted along your thigh, eventually reaching the place that you wanted him the most. His tongue circled your hardened nipple as he drew a finger along your wet slit, a soft moan escaping him when he felt just how wet you were for him. Your hips bucked up, desperate for more contact with him and you felt him smile against your skin before he gave you what you wanted.

You moaned as he slid a finger inside your wetness, his thumb drawing circles into your clit when he eased another finger inside. His mouth came up to meet your own, your small whimpers and whines being caught by his mouth as his fingers worked you, your small hands gripping his shoulders tightly. You were a shivering mess beneath him when you finally pulled your lips away from his own, your voice coming out as a shaky whine when you spoke.

“I want you inside me Jungkook, please.” He chuckled against your throat, where he’d moved his mouth when you had pulled away. “Whatever you want, Princess,” was all he said as he removed his fingers from your wetness. He shifted, aligning himself with your entrance before slowly pushing into your wet heat.

You both moaned, Jungkook burying his face in the crook of your neck as he buried himself to the hilt before giving you a few seconds to adjust. His hands moved gently along your arms, fingers wrapping around your wrists to hold your arms above your head. He began to move almost painstakingly slowly, before suddenly slamming back into you with a force that pulled a surprised whimper from you. Your moans and whimpers filled the room as Jungkook continued to pound into you. “Is this what you wanted Noona?” he asked, his breath coming in short pants as he fucked you hard. You couldn’t find your own voice, your own whimpers and moans coming out as breathless pants as he continued to slam into you and you could only nod in response.

Jungkook released one of your wrists, your freed hand instantly flying to tangle itself in his soft hair as Jungkook shifted slightly, the new angle allowing him to hit you even deeper than before. Your legs began to shake slightly, the knot in your stomach growing tighter as you grew closer to your release. Your walls clenching around him told Jungkook just how close you were as he moved his free hand to rub circles against your sensitive bud and that was all you needed to fall over the edge.

Your body shook around him, your walls clenching him tightly as your orgasm washed over you. Jungkook’s movements became more sloppy and less controlled, before finally reaching his own release. his body tensed, head buried in your neck as he groaned your name, coming deep inside of you. He collapsed against you, his grip on your remaining wrist falling away and you held on to him gently, almost afraid to let him go. As if he sensed your worry, his lips quirked against your shoulder before he lifted his head, brushing a soft kiss on your lips and looking you straight in the eyes.

“I love you Noona, and I always will” he said gently, brushing his lips against your own once more. You gave a small smile as he pulled away, unsure of how this one day had ended the way that it had but unbelievably happy that the man that you loved also loved you. “I love you too Jungkook,” you whispered, "Don't say 'too' it sounds like a contract" he pouted that had successfully melt your heart, "I love you Kookie" he giggled at the nickname, "I love you more" he wishpered, you placed your lips against his soft ones, a happy smile of his own gracing his lips as you captured them in yet another loving kiss hoping the night to not end.

The End.

Feel free to like or reblog, you can follow me for more. Let me know how was it in the comments, this is the first Oneshot that I have written in this account

~peace out.

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[rollingthunderpouringrain]

Thanks Kritty you’re the coolest. Really long response incoming, I’ll break it up into a couple of asks so you can copy/paste and hide it under a cut if you need. Anyway it WAS a serious ask, but I also need to make everything I say a joke. Even my therapist once told me it was a problem.

(Follow up for this)

Hi anon! 🌻👋 I get that 🙈 I'm glad you saw my answer, and thank you for your other ask!

Lenghy, rambly and prolly typo-y thoughts in regards to your other ask under the cut!

Yes, I know what you mean and thanks for clarifying!

As for the judging (also, thx for clarifying!), I get that, actually - especially with takes on characters and fandom shipping stuff, it can all get kinda messy and of course an inner first reaction can be a form of judgement when someone else sees your favorite character in a totally different light than you do. Though, for me personally that feeling I get when I see a take I can't get behind (or shipping stuff that is a bit too intense/taken seriously and detached from "reality" or canon or whatever for my personal liking) is not exactly cringe, it's some kind different feeling I can't put into words rn. But maybe that's semantics, idk.

I think we all need to touch some grass sometimes, some are more Online than others but fandom tumblr people are fandom tumblr people so there is that. I totally understand the fear of being judged but that's probably something we all have, so it's important to create/find safe spaces (and/or be really obvious about it in the tags lol. I talk about being cringe and embarrassed for thirsting after celebs in my tags all the time because people i know in real life follow me and I feel very cringe - even though I don't believe in cringe culture so...). I also find it very important to imagine why people are maybe doing those things (needing a hyperfixation more than usual, defending a ship very intensely, spiralling more into fictional worlds). There can be legit reasons for that I gather.

That is totally correct! You cannot control your thoughts and oftentimes they're even wrong and not what you really feel. I have intrusive thoughts often so that's a topic that's important to me.

I love that you wrote Y/N fic and I really like the fact that you still have those on your blog! You should be proud, you were being creative and you had fun - so even if you find it cringey now it's nothing bad. I love seeing people write and reblog those, even though I couldn't ever do it. (Though, never say never amirite?! XD)

Oof the thing with the offline friends 🙈 I understand... that "disconnect" can be tricky.

I don't think my RL version is much like my online self, but maybe it totally is, it's hard to say. With some people I talk like on here, and with some people I don't want them to ever find this blog but have accidentally used tumblr-isms and felt very embarrassed. But I generally not wanna Call myself cringey, to train myself, so to speak xD What I do struggle with is being what some people consider cringey in the tags of a post about my fictional faves or especially celebrities in regards to people from my real life. I don't care about being ~cringey in fandom cos - as we established - we're all cringey so noone is. But my rl friends have responsibilities, I know they pay taxes and are Adulting out there while I'm yelling about famous strangers being pretty on here xD --- nevermind tho, that those RL people are also on here, some of them also yelling in their tags, so, idk, brain 😑😂 So it again comes back to "If everyone is cringe no one is", as you put it greatly! And I firmly believe that we all are cringe at various points in ihr lives, outside of fandom too, and that's ok ♡

(Reading too much into things is sooo much fun! I personally need reality/canon checks from time to time because honestly, fandom can feel "gaslight"y - using that word for the lack of a better word here - but I love reading too much into things lol)

I'm glad my answer made you feel better and if you wanna chat more you can always message me if you want, also via dm, I wont judge or anything :) Or send another anon ask, that's ok too. Or don't, how u like XD

Have a great rest of the weekend/good day and stay safe :)

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[twdeadlysins]

Stay

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 1,497

Summary: The reader has been having recurring nightmares and goes out for a walk to clear her head, but her plans change when she sees Daryl at his spot on the perch. She joins him only to accidentally slip that she has feelings for the man. 

Requested by: @leej2468

Prompt Request:  90. “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?” - The reader (M/F) had another nightmare and walks out of their cell and saw Daryl sitting at his spot on the perch. They say #90 and they sit there with him. They confess that they have feelings for him. Possible fluff ending. 

Warnings: mention of death, fluff, the usual walking dead violence, language and such with possible typos.  Author’s Note: Another request done! I’m trying to get them done, but I have the tendency to either focus on one and not work on another OR I’ll do a couple at a time and then neglect one and do the other IDK. Anyways, I also have school work that is setting me back along with life stuff in general, so I apologize to those who are waiting for their long-awaited request to be posted or a series of mine to start up again. I know it’s probably been months, but I’m trying and failing OOF. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! 

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

Masterlist in bio

Gasping for air, you jolted upwards in your bed, trying desperately to collect air into your lungs. Your vision was blurred and your cheeks were wet. Why were they wet? Wiping your flushed cheeks with the back of hand, you came to the realization that you had cried in your sleep. The not so peaceful slumber you were in left you dazed and confused in the bunk that you shared with no one. Having a cell alone didn’t bother you at all; you had your own living space and privacy, somewhere to go for peace and quiet. In this case, you didn’t have to worry about waking up your bunk mate with the sound of your whimpering from all the nightmares you had been experiencing as of late. So that’s a plus. 

Once you removed the thin blanket from your frame, you picked up your boots that were placed by your bedpost and slipped them on. Usually you would be against wearing socks to bed, but living in a prison that wasn’t so pristine deserved an exception. Plus anything could happen and you needed to be prepared, which is also why you didn’t need to change out of your clothes. The tight-fitting army green crew neck shirt and brown camo joggers were what you wore to sleep, so you tossed on your bomber jacket and armed yourself before heading out of your cell to get some much needed fresh air. 

Pushing aside the white sheet that substituted for the cell bars, you squinted, trying to adjust your puffy eyes to the dark. The moon peeked through the small barred windows that were high on the cinder block walls, slightly illuminating the place, which prevented you from tripping over your own feet and running into the walls. An oil lamp sat on the ledge of the perch where the hunter slept, also helping you guide your way through the prison hall with a subtle yellow glow. 

The way you met the group wasn’t the most pleasant memory. 

You were driving down the interstate in a black four door car you had hot-wired, going to no particular destination. The incoming herd of the dead made you slam on your brakes and crawl to the backseat floor. Covering yourself with a blanket, you tightly gripped your knife… you weren’t taking any chances. When the walkers had passed, you climbed back into the driver's seat and proceeded to drive until you couldn’t anymore due to the hundreds of cars that blocked the lanes. 

You had gotten out of the car and decided to search the vehicles for any supplies because you were running low on food and could use a set of clean clothes since the ones you wore were covered in blood and guts. A car stood out among all the rest, making you quirk a brow. Water and food were neatly displayed on the hood while the words ‘SOPHIA STAY HERE. WE WILL COME EVERYDAY’ were written on the windshield. Who was Sophia? What happened to her? And who wrote the message?

Based on the message and the supplies that were left, you concluded that the people cared about that person (obviously) and wouldn’t harm you (hopefully), so you decided to stay and wait for them to show up. They came there everyday and you were all alone with no plan on where to go next, so why not try your chances? You just hoped that you wouldn’t regret your decision. 

Shane, Andrea, and Carol had showed up the next day and pointed guns at you, demanding to know who you were and what you wanted. After much deliberation that you weren’t a threat, just someone who wanted to survive like the rest of them, they ultimately- well Shane ultimately decided to bring you back to the farm. Andrea and Carol were not big fans of letting you join their group and you understood that, you wouldn’t trust a complete stranger either.  

After you met the rest of their people, everyone including Andrea and Carol started warming up to you. They started engaging in a conversation with you, asking about your old life and not prying when you were uncomfortable sharing some information. The one person you did confide in was Daryl. Meeting the archer wasn’t the most ideal moment either considering he was covered in mud and blood, had an arrow in his side, and was grazed with a bullet on the side of his head. When he didn’t look like a full on walker, you were instantly attracted to him and found yourself trying to talk to him. At first he wouldn’t budge, which you didn’t take to heart since you were new and all. Over time though, you caught him staring and you would smile, getting a half-smile in return before he walked off, making yours fall quickly. 

The night that Rick, Glenn and Hershel came back with a dude named Randall was when Daryl took you by surprise. He had trekked down the farm house’s steps that you occupied and told you that if you ever needed to talk to someone, he would be there. “You’re apart of the group now.” He had said with a shy smile before joining Rick and Shane in whatever they were going to do with the hostage you guys had. Ever since then, you and Daryl had been close and your feelings for him grew more each day. 

Speaking of your feelings for the man, he sat on the stairs leading up to his spot on the perch, causing you to discard the plan of going outside. “Whatcha doin’ up?” His voice was gravelly, sending shivers down your spine and you were grateful that it was still dark out.

“I can’t sleep. Can I stay here?” He nodded and slid over while chewing on his bottom lip, causing you to grin as you quietly padded up the steps to join his side. “I was gonna get some fresh air, but this is much better,” you absentmindedly brought up, getting yourself situated. The space you had was nonexistent, leaving you very close to the redneck, but you didn’t mind… not unless he did. Daryl wasn’t too keen on contact, so him tensing up at your touch never offended you. He explained what his childhood was like and you didn’t think any less of him, you understood. “This okay?”

Daryl nodded once more before silence swallowed the room, making you stare outside the distant window at the moon. Normally the quietness would drive you insane, but with him by your side, it did the complete opposite.

“Wanna talk ‘bout it?” Daryl softly questioned, breaking your thoughts. You shrugged and brought your head down, picking your fingers as you contemplated on whether or not to burden him. Before you could back out, you remembered something he once said to you. 

“I had a nightmare. I have been having them for quite a while actually,” you solemnly chuckled, earning him to ask why you never told him. You shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I just thought they would go away, ya know? Everything’s kinda better now,” you motioned your hands around, referring to the shelter you now had. 

“That don’ mean ya can’t have ‘em.” 

“Well, yeah. I just wished they would go away since we’re good right now, but after tonight, it doesn’t seem like that’s the case,” you sadly sighed. “It’s always about me being alone again, me dying alone, or watching you die. And yeah it sucks- it totally sucks for me to be alone and even worse to die alone, but you- I can’t lose you. What you said to me, back at the farm? About how I was apart of the group really meant a lot to me- you mean a lot to me. Well, you mean everything to me and I love you, so I really need these nightmares to stop ‘cause the thought of never seeing you again is driving me insane and-” You stopped rambling, eyes growing wide at what you had just confessed and even though your heart screamed at you not to break it, your mind desperately wanted to know what his face morphed into. 

Daryl seemed stunned which is what you’d expect, the other would be running away and ignoring you. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were staring back at you in bewilderment, and you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad one. 

“Daryl, I’m so… I’m so sorry I dumped that all on you. I didn’t mean- I wasn’t thinking,” you apologized, abruptly standing up and wiping your sweaty palms on your pants. “Oh my god. Uh- I’m just gonna go on that walk now,” you pointed ahead with your index finger, not wanting to stay and hear his rejection. 

Before you could make your way down the steps, a calloused hand wrapped around your wrist and a soft broken whisper followed. 

“Stay.”

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[jwywrld]

voicemail

genre: fluff & slight angst

pairing: jung wooyoung (ateez) x fem reader

word count: 1900+ words

warnings: mention of loss of loved ones

summary: you don’t like phone calls but your history partner, wooyoung, insists on calling you for your project. frankly, he just wants to hear your voice.

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a/n: hii i’m rly new to writing and this is my first post :) i’m rly nervous shdjs hope you like it! if i made any typos or errors i’m so sorry (also the title sucks im so sorry i really didn’t know what to name it)

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ring! ring!

with a roll of your eyes, you pick up your phone. “ugh who is it. don’t they know i hate phone calls?” looking at the caller id, you saw that it was your history partner, wooyoung.

“hey! i heard we’re paired together for the history project!” a black haired boy chirped, bouncing up to you. “yeah.” you replied with a sigh. it was wooyoung, the nicest and most cheerful boy in your class. he seemed nice but you thought it was all an act. how could anyone be so nice to everyone all the time? it’s probably just to gain popularity. he was kinda cute though you had to admit. “great! just give me your number so we can work on it together.” he smiled, handing you his phone. after you keyed in your phone number, you turned and left, asking him to text you when he wanted to work on the project.

feeling your phone vibrate in your hand, you looked at it, seeing it was a text from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: hi! is this y/n?

y/n: who are you?

Unknown Number: it’s wooyoung, your history partner

y/n: oh

ok

wooyoung my history partner: can we start on the history project now? i wanna start on it earlier so we don’t have to rush it

y/n: can we start tomorrow

kinda tired now

wooyoung my history partner: sure! :)

“hello?”

“hi y/n!”

“why did you call me?”

“um.. because we have to work on the project?”

“wow didn’t know that. i meant why did you have to call me. can’t we just text?”

“calling is waaaayyy easier though!”

“i don’t like phone calls.”

“wha—”

you hung up.

about 3 seconds later, you got a text from wooyoung.

wooyoung my history partner: HEY!! why’d u do that! >:0

y/n: i told you. i don’t like phone calls. can’t we discuss over text?

wooyoung my history partner: No.

y/n: ugh

fine.

wooyoung my history partner: :D

immediately after, you heard your phone ring again. you sighed and picked it up.

“so... we have to choose between the mexican-american war or the cold war right?” you asked.

the two of you talked about the project for about an hour, researching and sharing the information you had found with each other, then collating it. in between, you guys made small talk and he told you a few jokes, causing you to let out small chuckles.

“ok that’s it for today. i still have work to do.” you said, your brain not being able to take any more history.

“ok bye—”

that wasn’t that bad! maybe phone calls weren’t as bad as you thought they were.

-

about 3 days later, you were practising some math questions. however, no matter how many times you tried it, you just couldn’t understand it. you decided to move on to the next question, only to find out that you were stuck as wel. frustrated, you felt the wet hot tears build up in your eyes. why do i have to be so dumb? why can’t i understand it right away? to make it worse, your exams were in two weeks and you had so much to catch up on. sitting at your table, you sobbed, the tears streaming down your cheeks uncontrollably.

feeling your phone vibrate furiously on the table, you saw that wooyoung was calling you. you declined it, wiping the tears away from your face.

wooyoung my history partner: why did you decline my call :((

y/n: do we really have to call???

wooyoung my history partner: i don’t understand! why do you hate calling people so much?

“y/n, your dad and i are going to be staying in New Zealand for a while to take care of gramps. i know you’re only 16 and it’ll be hard to be living alone but we’ll try to be back as soon as possible. we promise.”

“mom... why do i have to be left alone here?”

“sweetie.. we don’t have a choice.. gramps is really sick and needs someone to take care of him. i promise we’ll be back as soon as we can.”

those were the last words you had heard from your parents before they had gotten into a serious car accident right afteryour grandpa had passed. you had prayed for them to be okay for days, but to no avail. they had passed, leaving you, a 16 year old girl to fend for herself. after that incident, phone calls only reminded you of the day when the nurse had called you, informing you that your parents didn’t make it. it was one of the hardest years of your life, having to cope with the loss of your parents, grandpa and also having to get used to being alone. it had been 2 years and your aunt had been paying for the bills, insisting that you only repay her in the future when you had a stable job and income.

y/n: idk

wooyoung my history partner: wtv i’m still calling you idc

accepting defeat, you picked up the call, trying to calm your shaky voice.

“hi.” you said softly, your voice quivering.

“y/n? are you okay?” the concern in his voice genuine.

how did he pick that up from one word???

“yeah i’m fine. let’s just do this.” you sniffed.

“i’m not stupid y/n. but if you don’t wanna talk about it that’s okay.”

“thank you.” you croaked.

you let him do most of the talking while you typed down the points. after the discussion, you completely broke down again. not only because of stress but also because wooyoung’s question had reminded you of your parents.

“mom... dad... why did you have to go... i miss you so much. when can ever be happy again?”

-

after a week of calling wooyoung on the phone and discussing, you realised that you actually enjoyed talking to him. you also learned some things about him like how he was afraid of bugs and loved puppies. you also heard him talk about his younger brother and how much he missed him while he was staying at the dorms in school.

wooyoung my history partner: helloooo do you wanna meet tmr after school at the library to do the board

y/n: ok

wooyoung my history partner: can you bring the board & markers? i’ll bring paper & glue.

y/n: ok

wooyoung my history partner: ugh you’re such a dry texter

y/n: what did you expect me to reply to that???

wooyoung my history partner: ...

idk

y/n: exactly.

wooyoung my history partner: ok wtv see you tomorrow!!! :))

y/n: c u 2

why did you feel so nervous at the thought of meeting him tomorrow?

-

“hey woo” it was a nickname you had given him in the past week, thinking it was short and cute.

“hey y/n! did you bring the stuff?”

“yup”

“ok great”

you worked side by side, writing down the different notes and points, blushing when your hands accidentally brushed and mumbling a small ‘sorry’.

after two hours, your board was finally done!

“all that’s left to do is present”

“ugh that’s the WORST part”

“come onn y/n you know it’s graded! so let’s just do it properly”

-

a day later, before you called to practise your presentation. a thougut you had been pushing back popped into your head.

what happens to us after this project? i still want to stay friends. will he just pretend like nothing happened?

worry creeped in at the thought of being alone again without having anyone to talk to, even if the two of you did not talk much in school. however, others had noticed him occasionally staring at you during classes or breaks.

halfway through practising the presentation, curiosity and fear kicked in and you couldn’t help but blurt out

“woo what’ll happen to us after.. you know.. this?”

“what do you mean?”

“are we still gonna be.. friends?”

“why shouldn’t we be???”

“i don’t know.. i just thought.. maybe you wouldn’t have a reason to hang out with me anymore..”

“what?? you’re crazy. of course we can still be friends!! anyway let’s drop this subject and continue from where we left off.”

after hearing his words, you felt assured and relaxed. when another question popped into your head.

“woo? why do you like calling me so much?”

“i just... it’s just... weren’t we talking about the first phase of the cold war?” he cleared his throat.

“wooooooo~ you didn’t answer my question” you whined.

“how about we just focus on the project y/n?”

-

about half a year passed and you and wooyoung had soon become best friends. you facetimed each other everyday, talking about how your day went or ranting about the annoying teachers and classmates. you had told him about your parents, explaining why you were awkward and dry with people

what he didn’t know was that you had quickly developed feelings for him, but hiding it because you were scared of how he would react and afraid that you might lose your relationship with him.

it was one of the rare occasions when you were at his dorm, seated beside each other on the purple velvet sofa, just enjoying each other’s company while watching a movie.

“woo, remember when i asked you that question like. a while ago?”

“what question”

“why did you like calling me so much?”

“well... i... i... i guess i just had to do the history project with you?”

“we both know we could have just made a google document... so... why? i’m honestly soooo curious so just tell meeeeeee”

“fine. ijustlikedhearingyourvoiceiguess” he replied, cheeks turning pink.

“... you what”

“i just.. wanted to hear your voice you know?”

“oh”

“anyway y/n. what i’m trying to say is. i like you. a lot. i- i was scared to say this to you because i don’t want to lose our friendship but.. i don’t think i can keep this in anymore. i like you, y/n.”

gasping at his sudden confession and not knowing how to react, you just stared at him with wide eyes.

“ah shit i’ve screwed this up. i’m sorry y/n just. please ignore what i said.” he bit his lip.

“i... i- may or may not like you too?” you managed to squeak out, cheeks rosy.

suddenly, you felt a pair of lips on yours, eyes widening at his sudden movement. it was a short but sweet kiss, causing you to turn even redder than you already were.

“oh god y/n you don’t know how worried i’ve been about this. i’m so glad that you.. feel the same away about me!” he babbled.

“i..i’m afraid though, woo. what if... what if i lose you too? like i lost my parents.” your voice started to shake and tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of that.

he cupped your face in his hand, wiping your tears with his thumb.

“hey.. don’t say that alright? i’m here. i’m right here. i’m not leaving you.”

he pulled you in for a hug while you cried into his chest, letting the tears run. he held you in his arms until you stopped crying.

“how ‘bout i take you out on a date this saturday hm? how’s that sound?” he said, lifting your chin up so you would meet his eyes.

“great!” you smiled softly, melting into his gaze.

the next two hours were just spent cuddling, your head pressed against his chest, breathing in his scent while your legs were tangled up and he played with your hair and left little kisses on your head. it was the first time in a long time you had felt so happy, heart fluttering and exploding because you knew, finally, you weren’t alone anymore. wooyoung was here. and that was all that mattered.

#ateez fluff #ateez wooyoung #ateez au #ateez x reader #ateez #jung wooyoung #ateez soft hours #kpop #kpop au #kpop fluff #wooyoung #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung au #wooyoung x reader #kpop x reader #fluff

[magiwou-meowvin]

Author meme

tagged by @krisseycrystal​ SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO DO ILYSM

Author Name: inabsurd (AO3)

Fandoms you write for: Natsume Yuujinchou, Gravity Falls, Tales of Berseria, Persona 5, I’m working on my first Fullmetal Alchemist fic, def wanna do one for Be More Chill, Death Note, and Terror in Resonance, I’m starting to write original...yeah too many shfghjhgfdfg 

Where you post: AO3 babey!

Most popular oneshot: OH MY DAD!STAN AU IN SAFE HANDS JUST SURPASSED MY PREV. MOST POPULAR FIC AND IM SO PROUD

Favourite story you wrote: oh gosh um I have an unfinished super power au for NatsuYuu sitting in my wip folder it’s like 10k+ and still ongoing but man I love the lore I had going on dfghjfdfghj. Of my posted works, Something Else, Something New is probably my fav I put in a lot of double entendre references into that one

Story you were nervous to post: EVERY SINGLE ONE. Of course the worst has to be Fulfilled, my NatsuYuu big bang fic. Tbh it was kind of a rushed project and I just know that thing is riddled with typos. I’m going to take it down and heavily revamp it one day but I’m not strong enough rn

How do you choose your titles: usually just from phrases in the work tbh lol

Do you outline? I try not to because every fic I’ve ever outlined doesn’t end up finished idk what’s up with that but I’m way better at winging fics than planning them

# Complete: I think fifteen! Only thirteen are up on AO3 rn but I got one incoming and a sequel in the making after that

In Progress: please don’t make me count I have been hoarding wips for YEARS. I do have one multi-chap orig in progress rn tho which is brand new to me so I’m super excited about that

Do you accept prompts: YEAH ACTUALLY! I’m uh participating in two writing bingos (which I need to work on more but shhhh) so if you wanna leave an ask anything NOT crossed off or circled is free game and I’ll write for any of the above fandoms 👀👀

OKAY NOW THAT ALL OF THAT IS DONE I HAVE NO IDEA WHO TO TAG BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN I DIDN’T DO THIS WHILE IT WAS STILL GOING AROUND SO FEEL FREE TO JUST GO FOR IT IF YOU WANNA PARTICIPATE

#tag game #writing #about me #LEAVE ME PROMPTS NONE OF THE ONES I HAVE RN ARE LISTENING TO ME #fluff bingo #bad things happen bingo #b posts

[jjkfire]

>:0 tumblr fjdjjsndissk i was just saying wowowow i’m amazed how on top of being a fic writer u also work with data in a i assume money related field? like your writing and ideas are so fleshed out !!!! it’s so good !! i’m an engineer and i’ve occasionally thought abt starting writing myself but i don’t ever feel like i’ll have the time to come up with such fleshed out stories but like you are writing goals girl!!! keep up the great work bby

STEM fam, I know what you mean about not having the time hahaha. to be very honest, I only wrote in college when I was trying to procrastinate. I'd be like should I write my lab report or write a fic? and I would choose to write a fic and later on panic and try to finish my lab report... but by then i would only have like 1/5th of the time I originally budgeted hahahaha.

about being able to write stories, that comes with practice! you just have to start 😊 maybe your first story won't be the best but we all start somewhere!!! i mean, i think you can defo see the progress in my writing from courage -> escape -> to all my other fics. the beauty of writing is that 100 words can move you just as much as 10000 words. so, just start! when you start, you’re doing better than all the other people who are too afraid to do so. you’ll already be one step closer. also, askjdhskjahdkja thank you for all the kind words (”: you’re so sweet!

haha i don't work in the finance world but I defo love to invest/trade in the stock market lol. if any of you are American... you do not understand how lucky you are. legit can become a millionaire overnight bc of tesla 🙃 but i digress! there’s so much opportunity in the stock market!!!

>>> incoming finance ramble <<<

first of all, I cannot stress this enough. you should try to learn the basics of investing & trading and there are like a bazillion youtube videos at your disposal! you can make good money and safely too! it's a skill you can use for the rest of your life. like genuinely. so, number one on the list, you have to get a long term portfolio. the average annual return of the S&P500 is 7%. idk what your bank is giving you but i sure as hell can bet it’s not even remotely close to 7%. buying etfs like VOO are very typical set it and forget it type things. [look up bogleheads 3 fund portfolio! it’s a very famous investing strategy].

year to date, famous stocks are up by a lot. microsoft is up ~54%, apple is up~93% and you don’t even wanna know what the number is for tesla....... nvm i’ll tell you... it’s up ~542%, yes, five hundred and forty two percent. no, that isn’t a typo. and this is all even after they all went through the wringer back in the march covid crash.

you can google this stuff, but 100% your money will grow more in the stock market vs the bank, as long as you don’t panic (very important!) and you leave it for 20-30 years, and invest diligently (& intelligently). not to mention, you get dividends too. [but only put into the stock market what is rational for your situation. if you’re genuinely living paycheck to paycheck, don’t do it. get your 6 month emergency savings first.]

yeah and i hear you, you’re like 20-30 years? i want money now!!! good news, there’s options trading! tons of people think it takes a lot of money but two weeks ago you could've legitimately bought Wal-Mart calls for $14 a pop and then sell em 6 days later for $211. that's $197 profit for the cost of $14. patience is the game!!! don’t let fomo get you. and dont be stewpid. do your due diligence! it’s just so worth spending a few hours on youtube learning this stuff for FREE and then making money out of it... i mean are you ever gonna get a better deal???? 

i know this sounds like some mlm type shit and i literally don’t know how else to say this but if you take the time to learn it properly, you will defo make money. i made money doing debit spreads on nvidia and beyond meat just last week. not like thousands and thousands but hey, if there’s an extra 50 for me every week, i’ll take it! if you’re not american, find out if your local stock market is worth getting into. i have money in the stock market back home too. bro youtube has the answers for everything, i swear. [oh and watch out for capital gains tax! make sure you report it right!]

also, i’m a big believer in personal finance. just know your shit. do cash back/points with credit cards. NEVER be late in paying your credit card bill. NEVER! the interest on late payments will haunt you. look at your budget every month. and yes, if you really wanna know where your money goes, record every single transaction in a giant excel spreadsheet. i do it every end of the month. you’ll realize where you can cut back on spending (i save >50% of my income every month! and i live in a high COL (cost of living) city. so, it’s doable!) also, start thinking about retirement. i know, you’re (probably) young... but start thinking about it and do something about it! the earlier you start, the more bougie your life can be when you’re retired. if you’re american, take the 401k match. just. TAKE IT!!! it’s free money. if retirement plans work differently in your country (it probably does)... just do what is necessary. in malaysia, it’s automatic but the interest is so good! y’all just have to know that it’s for your future. oh and if you’ve got debts, pay off the high interest ones first no matter what. that shit will suck you dry.

personal finance. learn it. love it. don’t let the system play you. there’s money to be made in the stock market, especially now! there isn’t a better time to start learning. you can always paper trade before you put real money in. hehe sorry about the personal finance lecture but i just wished more people would get into it!!! older you will thank younger you for it!

#learn how to handle your finances early!!! #start investing early :3 #anon #replies #misc

[taintjisung]

[08:18] seunglix

kinks: phone sex, innocence

words: 1798

top: felix

seungmin: can i ask a question?

that didn't make felix anxious at all. he sucked in a deep breath, and slowly to avoid typos, wrote his response.

felix: of course, go ahead

seungmin opened the message immediately, but was typing for almost ten minutes, and felix closed the app, not wanting to leave him on read for a bit if the question was too hard. he called his friend, jeongin, and the two waited together as the message finally came through.

seungmin: okay i don't want this to sound weird but like how does it work? im new to this whole guy thing idk not like relationships or waitwait no you know what i mean like how would we yknow AH i made zero sense

felix couldn't help himself. reading the message, he started laughing, startling a curious jeongin who was eager to hear the response.

felix: sex?😂

seungmin: yes hsjkds

felix: you've never watched porn?

seungmin: porn is illegal in korea...

felix: o h

felix: is it illegal if i send you a video?

seungmin: WAIT SHIT WHAT

felix: porn, seungmin.

seungmin: oh my god i thought you meant NVM

felix: i mean, would you rather that? that's not illegal, we're both adults... and we have been dating quite a while too

seungmin: oh my god wait

seungmin: YOU'RE SO STRAIGHTFORWARD I WANT TO CRY

felix: cute

seungmin: I'M NOT CUTE SHUT UP

felix: you're a virgin huh:( probably never kissed anyone before:( so cute:(

seungmin: STOP TEASING ME

felix: why should i? i bet you like it

seungmin: and what aBOUT it

"uh, in..." felix chuckled as he opened the message. "i might have to hang up for a bit."

"leave me out of it," he responded quickly, closing the call. poor kid caught on immediately, turning bright red as felix laughed at the three beeps that sounded before the call app closed.

felix: have you ever been cared for before baby? has anyone ever laid you down and pleasured you, not made you move a muscle until you came?

seungmin: i've never cum at all

felix: do you want me to teach you?

seungmin: yes, sir.

a shiver ran down felix’s spine. shit, he could feel his pants tightening around him at the honourific; he had no idea he liked it before.

felix: why don't you call me so you can use both hands baby?

now it was seungmin’s turn to let goosebumps grow in his skin as he sucked in a deep breath, heading to his bedroom. he shared it with his friend, minho, but the boy was out with his friends. he had plenty of time.

seungmin: okay

incoming call from hyung💕

answer decline

"hey, baby," felix let his smile grow, keeping his voice low and soft for the virgin.

"hey," seungmin responded calmly, though his heart was absolutely racing as he bit his lip. this was the first time felix was hearing his voice, and it thrilled him.

"do me a favour and wash your hands first, okay?" felix requested gently. "and bring back a cup of water. trust me on this."

seungmin nodded though the boy couldn't see, and obeyed his request, locking the door once he reentered the room and dimming the lights. gently he laid down, waiting patiently for more instruction.

"i want you to slowly undress. make sure you feel every bit of your skin as you take your shirt off. then your trousers... but not your pants until I say so, okay?"

seungmin hummed in response, and trying to follow his orders gently slid his hands up his tummy, closing his eyes as he reached around his back, pulling the fabric off over his head as if in slow motion. he dropped it to the floor beside him, and his hands resumed on his stomach, this time moving downward, underneath the hem of his sweatpants. they generously roamed his newly exposed skin as he pushed the two apart, and in no time he was almost naked in his bed.

"done," he hummed, hands now dormant on his waist, keeping his naked skin warm in the cool conditioned air around him.

"think about me between your legs," felix told quietly, starting to touch himself, too. "and grab your bulge. don’t take your pants off just yet, just enjoy the pressure. imagine your hand as mine."

seungmin nodded softly, leaning into his hand as his fingers curled around his throbbing length, begging to be set free. it almost ached, and felix could tell as he let out a thick moan.

"hm... take it out now."

seungmin could cum just from felix’s demanding tone. He did as he was told, and the heat that transferred between his touching skin sent a shock through him. he was so sensitive; it was his first time, and the smallest stimulation had his knees weak, voice straining with moan after moan.

"give it a few slow strokes. then you can take your pants off."

seungmin was almost scared to listen, but he did, and once he was completely naked he could see that with how hard he was, there was no going back.

"are you on your back? lean against your pillows and bring your knees up."

"okay," he sighed, shifting his position as he laid the phone beside him. “okay."

"you’re okay," felix cooed. "i’m gonna make you feel really good, okay? all you have to do is relax and listen. now, take your other hand and put two fingers in your mouth."

seungmin hummed as he did so to let the younger know he was listening, and fulfilled orders of how exactly he was to do it.

"do you know how anal works, love?" felix followed up gently, and seungmin hummed quietly as a blush spread across his cheeks. "i want you to do that. prep yourself. one finger at a time, keep your hands slippery and wet. remember to take it easy and slow, be careful. you’re treating yourself."

felix was patient as seungmin nervously tested his boundaries, letting his fingertip massage the skin around his entrance before slowly pushing it in, gasping at how cold his hands were and how tight his body was, making it hard to get past his entrance.

"it’s okay, baby," the gentle words went straight to his dick, and seungmin couldn't deny he loved to be treated. taken care of. "you’re doing amazing. such a good boy for lixie, hm?"

seungmin let the praise soothe him as he slowly stroked himself, letting the pleasure override the pain of a second finger already.

"slow down, slow down," felix commanded. "don’t rush your first time, okay?”

"okay," seungmin sighed, but stuck to one finger, slowly massaging the inside of himself, letting it start to feel good.

"when you're ready, start looking for a pressure point, okay? when you hit it, it's gonna feel really good. but you have to be patient and relaxed."

fuck, that sounded exciting. seungmin didn't want to be patient anymore as he pushed in another finger, his hand in further, looking for it.

"where?" he panted, bucking his hips into his hands.

"gentle. slow," the elder reminded. "everyone is different, so don't get upset if yours is hard to find. mine is maybe... five and a half centimetres in? directly straight up. go until you can't go anymore without turning and it should be right there."

"wow, so informative. i feel like i’m getting directions to mcdonald's," seungmin joked, making felix laugh softly and he couldn't help but smile at the sound. god, felix’s laugh was so... beautiful. like music to his ears. he really was in love with this boy.

seungmin hummed softly as he gently pushed his hand in further, almost up to his second knuckle. he pulled away, then thrusted back in, using the momentum to push it further. his groan of discomfort quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he found the spot, legs turning to jelly as his brain switched off, hand pulling out only to slam back in.

"hey, hey, slow down, baby. i know it feels good but you don't want to cum so soon, do you?"

"for you," seungmin panted, and in his tone felix could tell he was already braindead from the pleasure, moaning loudly as he moved his body with his arm.

"so deep in your headspace already..." felix tutted with a smirk on his face. "just for me, hm?"

"just for you, fuck, for you, just for you,” seungmin repeated, not even caring when his climax began to chase him; he sped both his hands, chasing it right back as he babbled nonsense, wanting so badly to grab onto something, anything, but hands preoccupied he squeezed his thighs together.

"fuck, felix," he cried, making the elder shiver at the utter sound that just came out of his mouth.

"cum for me, baby boy," felix groaned, speeding up as well and rocking his hips into his hand. fuck, this was better than any porn he'd ever watched, and he didn't even get visuals. yet.

seungmin rammed his hand forward harder, completely slamming into his prostate and forcing hot cum to shoot out of his head so strongly some hit his lips as he arched his back up. he didn't stop just yet, knowing the sounds he was making was getting the younger off as well. with that in mind, he let himself get louder, more desperate as he practically milked himself dry, whimpering at his touch.

he mistook the ceiling lights for stars as he cried felix’s name, grabbing onto the blankets beneath him as his body writhed and curled in pure ecstacy.

a slutty smile covered his face as he heard the same sounds of pleasure fall from felix’s lips as well, signifying he'd satisfied him just right.

"ugh, fuck," the boy hummed. "you’re so fucking amazing."

"aren’t i?” seungmin giggled, and shit, the things it was doing to felix.

finally seungmin stopped moving, pausing for a moment before falling limp with a heavy sigh. the last bit of cum was still leaking from his head, and his entire body felt good, craving to meet his boyfriend now more than ever, wanting the real thing. he could tell that felix was thinking the same as he chased his own high.

“god, when we meet,” he vocalised. “you’re gonna have to show me what positions you like, you can do anything to me,” he breathed.

“anything?” felix repeated. “can i tie you up and put marks all over you?”

“please,” he whined in response, not realising the things could be sexual but getting a thrill from the thought. “so i can’t move and let everyone know i belong to you.”

“when we meet, i’m gonna make you moan my name so loud they won’t have to see the bruises to know, they’ll hear you that night.” he groaned as he continued to get himself off, imagining all the things he could do to his boyfriend; “fuck, min, i’m gonna cum,”

“cum for me, baby, just like i did for you,”

felix was rather vocal as he obliged, humming lowly in ecstacy as he came into his hand, seungmin basking in the sound of his voice.

“you’re so fucking good, baby,” felix sighed. “come to me when you’re horny, i wanna hear your moans all the time, i wanna make you feel good,”

“i will, i will,” he promised, but as he opened his mouth to speak again the front door closed. “shit,” he suddenly scrambled to grab his clothes off the floor, not bothering for bottoms as he pulled on a sweater and pants. “minho is home, i gotta go,”

felix started laughing at the idea of the boy being walked in on as he bid him a loving goodbye, still thinking about seungmin long after hanging up.

[pikapeppa]

Cullen/Lavellan modern AU: Take Your Time

Chapter 5 of Luck of the Law is up on AO3! This is just an excerpt, as it’s quite long; Read the rest here.

In which Piper and Cullen are just... really cute, ok? IDK, IT’S A LOT OF FLUFF. I LOVE @schoute AND WANTED TO GIVE HER ALL THE FLUFF.

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The next morning, at some ungodly hour of the morning, Piper was woken by the chirp of her phone.

“Fucking fenedhis,” she groaned. She buried her face in the comfort of her pillow. Whoever dared to text her this early after the Saturday night shift had better have a damned good reason.

She reached blindly toward the nightstand and fumbled until her fingers found her phone, then dragged the phone into her bed and pried open her eyelids to check the screen.

An instant later, she was sitting bolt upright in bed with a grin on her face. The texts were from Cullen.

8:00am - Good morning, Piper. I wanted to thank you again for the cookies and for your hospitality yesterday. I would love to speak soon and arrange for our date. Please let me know the best time to call you. 8:00am - If you are still interested. 8:01am - This is Cullen Rutherford, by the way.

She was laughing by the time she read the third text. Gods, he was just so fucking precious: so formal and brisk at first, almost like he was drafting a memo at work. But Piper could just picture how red his ears must have been after he’d sent the third text.

“You know you’re in my contacts, you nerd,” she told the screen fondly. “You don’t have to introduce yourself.” She typed out a reply.

8:05am - good morning counsellor ;) 8:05am - you’re lucky you’re so handsome, i usually murder anyone who texts me this early after a worknight

The texts swished away. Within seconds, the typing-ellipsis appeared on her screen to herald his incoming response.

8:05am - Maker’s breath. I am so sorry. I completely forgot. 8:05am - This was incredibly inconsiderate of me. I’m 8:05am - My apologies. I will let you return to sleep. Please let me know of a more appropriate time to contact you.

Piper grinned as she read his responses. She was still giggling by the time she sent her replies.

8:05am - HAHAHA its fine its fine!! i’m awake now XD 8:06am - i don’t mind a text from you 8:06am - its a lovely way to wake up actually ^_^

8:06am - Are you certain? I don’t wish to intrude on your sleep. I am truly sorry.

8:06am - haha stop apologizing! it’s fine, i promise 8:06am - you got me wide awake with your mention of a date 8:06am - and yes, i am still interested… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

8:06am - I am pleased to hear that. I didn’t want to assume. 8:06am - Might I call you later to arrange something more concrete?

Piper smirked at her phone. How adorably old-fashioned. What was with him and wanting to call? What was wrong with texting?

8:06am - you don’t need to call, its ok! we can arrange by text

His response took a bit longer this time, and she watched with growing intrigue as the typing-ellipsis appeared, then disappeared, then appeared once more.

8:07am - I would like to call you, if you aren’t opposed.

A swooping warmth filled her belly. His words seemed… bold, somehow. She hastily typed out a response, cursing her fat thumbs as she corrected the worst of her typos before sending.

8:07am - why? do you miss the sweet sweet sound of my voice? ;)

His typing stopped and started twice, then disappeared completely for an agonizing twenty seconds before he finished his reply.

8:08am - More than I should admit.

Piper’s jaw dropped. Now that... for Cullen, that seemed extremely bold. Her phone fell from her fingers to her lap as she pressed her hands to her warm and grinning cheeks. How the hell was it possible for five little words to make her feel so fucking giddy?

A minute later, when she was finished giggling like an infantile da’len, she picked up her phone and snuggled back into her blankets. She happily reread his texts a few more times, then hovered her thumb over the ‘call’ button.

A rush of nerves jangled in her chest as she studied her screen. Calling him was a big deal - a much bigger deal than texting. Texting was easy and fun. Calling was… momentous, somehow. Was she sure about this?

I don’t know, she thought. But her eyes traced over his bold words - more than I should admit - and before she could think about it further, her thumb was firmly pressing the ‘call’ button.

The phone started to ring. With slightly trembling fingers, she lifted the phone to her pointed ear.

Cullen picked up after two rings. Piper heard the subtle sound of a throat clear before he spoke. “This is Cullen,” he said officiously.

Piper grinned and instantly started to relax. He’d most certainly seen her name on his caller ID, and still he was being all lawyer-ish? He must really be flustered. More so than her, even.

“Hello, counsellor,” she purred.

“Piper!” His officious tone disappeared, replaced by a much warmer and slightly nervous lilt. “How are you? Tired, I’m sure - again, I am… that is, I apologize-”

“Stop,” she laughed. “Stop with the apologies, or you’ll put me back to sleep. How are you?”

He cleared his throat softly. “I’m very well, thank you. I, er…”

He trailed off, and Piper waited with growing amusement until he spoke again. “I had hoped to have something… better planned to say when we spoke on the phone,” he admitted.

She laughed. “So that’s why you wanted to schedule a time to talk. Do you always plan your phone calls?”

His chuckle floated through the phone and warmed her ear. “I do usually schedule them into my day, yes. You grow accustomed to planning your time very carefully when you work in law. This is probably the most spontaneous phone call I’ve made in years.”

Ah, right, Piper thought. She had heard something about lawyers needing to parse their work time into billable minutes. It sounded like a stressful way to live.

Well, Cullen didn’t sound very stressed right now, and Piper was certainly feeling relaxed and happy. She rolled onto her back and smiled into the phone. “I hate to point this out, but you didn’t make this call,” she told him cheekily. “I did.”

“You did, didn’t you?” he replied. “You do seem to catch me off guard.” His voice was warm with a curl of humour, and Piper bit her lip at the lovely sound.

“I’ll consider it my honorary job to keep you on your toes,” she said. “Shake up your routine, you know.”

“You’re doing a fine job of that so far,” he drawled.

Piper laughed. There was a brief lull in the conversation, a pause that was loaded and warm, and Piper nibbled the inside of her cheek as she waited for him to speak again.

He cleared his throat again. “So… Piper, I feel I should warn you. To be perfectly truthful, I… it has been a long time since I’ve been on a date. My last few dates were bundled in with work, I’m sorry to say.”

“Bundled in with work?” Piper wrinkled her nose. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

“Not so much, no,” he said. Then hastily he added, “I mean, that’s not to say - my dates themselves weren’t boring people, they - it’s not that at all. It…” He sighed. “I simply mean that it’s been a long time since I met anyone outside of my circle. I’m not certain of the, er, protocol when one isn’t socializing with other… legal professionals.”

Piper smirked and rolled onto her belly. “Protocol, you say?” she teased. “Do you usually follow protocol when you go on dates? A guidebook, perhaps? No wonder those other dates were no fun.”

“Maker’s breath,” Cullen muttered, and Piper laughed.

Then Cullen doggedly spoke through her chuckling. “What I’m trying rather poorly to say is that I haven’t met anyone quite like you in a long time,” he said. “I… I would like to do this right.”

Piper ducked her head shyly, even though Cullen couldn’t see her. The phone was feeling awfully warm against her cheek. “Well,” she said softly. “You’re off to a good start. But there’s no protocol, all right? Just be yourself.”

He huffed softly into the phone. “Unfortunately, being myself usually means spending the night at home with a pile of legal briefs. I doubt that that would interest you.”

Aw, she thought with a surge of tenderness. He really didn’t know how to loosen up, did he? Well, Piper would fix that.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got just the thing,” she said. “What are you doing Thursday night?”

“Nothing I can’t cancel,” Cullen said, and Piper smiled. Already his voice sounded less tense. Taking charge of the situation was definitely the right thing for her to do.  

“Perfect. We’re going to a concert,” she announced. “Have you ever heard of Blightfall?”

“I’m afraid not,” he said.

Piper grinned. He was really in for a fun surprise, then. “Good,” she chirped. “I’ll text you the details. And Cullen?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t wear a tie.”

Read the rest on AO3! 

#cullen rutherford #cullen rutherford fic #luck of the law #cullavellan #piperford #cullen x lavellan #cullen/lavellan #pikapeppa writes

[coldandhotsoba]

You said you weren't going to list all the evidence that EraserMic might be canon but please do???? I'm a sad little gay who needs this.

D(anon is referring to this post here)

okay im going to list what i know, and i was not lying when i say that there are some way more qualified people who can compile a list. a way better list than i could, and probably a lot more detailed and intricate.. And im doing this on my phone so no guarantee on quality. (also the fact im a very lazy person, but still felt compelled to try and answer this to the best of my lazy selfs abilities)  So bear with me here.

Now, this is a small list of why i think erasermic is pretty Canon, or at the very least very very very close best friends. (this is how my headcanons came to be, and how i came up with them through what ive seen.I dont want to step on any toes here. a lot of this is from my perspective and my experience)

1. Yamada helping picking out Aizawas hero name:

 lets break this down. Idk about you guys, but i wouldnt trust just anyone to pick my professional work name, that would stick with me for the rest of my life. Now, i know he’s lazy and all, but he also extremely rational. 

He knows this will stick with him, and he knows picking a name is important (hence he let Midnight teach the class about the names because he knows he’s not the best person for the job.) Its illogical to accept just anything.  

However, even with him being uncreative in that department, he wouldn’t accept any old name, i’m sure he’s been suggest different hero names in the past, and have probably at some point, thought up ones for himself.  It’s illogical to accept a name someone suggested, unless it had some significance to him.  I would immediately accept a name given by a close friend (and have in the past like nicknames) just on the pure significance that they gave it to me, even if it does sound lame at the time, but they picked it out just for me, and it makes it that much more special.  

Anytime the name Eraserhead, is heard or used, he’d always be reminded of who gave him the name, a constant reminder of said person. You wouldn’t want to be reminded of someone that  holds no significance in your life, every time your hero name is used.

2. The reporter scene

 now, this is based off of what @kipisz said here, and totally forgot it happened and its such a strong contender. 

Now, the scene does goes with both of them holding off the reporters. Mic leans over and says “They’re illegal trespassers you know. You can call them villains. You think we can beat ‘em up?” which AIzawa promptly replies “Don’t do it Mic,Theyll write up a bunch of half-truths about you. Let’s wait for the police.”

Now we all  know how much Aizawa loathes the media, but Yamada pretty much thrives on media and his public out look, not just as a hero but also as a radio star.  Aizawa knows how much the voice hero relies on it, and made a point to make sure they handle the reporters as well as they can. 

Now, not only are they tag teaming handling the reporters, where someone else with a better presence may have handled it. Like literally any other teacher could have handled it alone better than they could have separately. I’m sure cementoss would have done a great job at it. Now, this also leaves ‘where were the other teachers?” probably too busy to handle it, and/or both heros volunteered to make sure all the students made it into the school okay. OR the  were already inside before the reporters showed up

Alone it would have probably been an disaster, Aizawa being his underground hero self, and Mic was ready to thrown down with the reporters, but was only stopped by Aizawa. But they handled it together well, each of them balancing each other out. (this is probably more of a point towards their dynamic than anything else) 

3.USJ

This one is brief, but present mic standing in front of an injured eraserhead (while shoji is holding him) using his quirk on the incoming villains.  Coincidence that he was the one to defend them and not any of the other teachers? i think not.

4. Sports Festival

We already established that Eraser likes to be on the down low, but, he ‘decides’ (we all know he was probably forced or he just caved in after a bunch of badgering) to do announcements to an extremely public event,shown on every screen in Japan, with an extremely well known Hero. Even with him being unrecognizable,(not just including being bandaged up) its still a giant risk involved in hosting it. He’s not well known as an underground hero, but through out the announcement his hero name is used, and with a name like Eraserhead, its not too hard to figure out he can Erase quirks, (or at least something, but quiks would be the only thing i can think of that would work for hero work) 

and then mic probably did it,(my head canons on this) because

1, wanted to do it with his bf (u can translate this as boy friend or best friend, take it  as you will)

2. we all know that if eraser wasnt up there, he’d be in on the action while still wrapped up like a mummy. And he would be in the middle of all the different quirks being used, especially by year 1 students who dont have the best control/have complete control over their quirks. So mic drags him up there to get him out of the way

4. Spending his day off with Mic

now look at this post made by Deafmic, when i saw the manga of it, i never truly processed it, just more of “awh they hanging out together” and didnt think any deeper than that.

But they are completely right. Fishing with a loud person? not a good idea. FIshing with a person who’s quirk makes them louder than everyone else? Super bad idea.

Most people go fishing to relax, find some peace and quiet.But why would you bring the loudest person in existence to go fishing with you? To spend some quality time with them, and  you dont mind the tranquility of fishing being completely destroyed. Just so you can hang out with said person, outside of work. 

And in Mics perspective, he has 3 jobs, being a hero, teacher, and a radio host, he probably rarely has any free time to spare, but he spent it fishing hanging out with AIzawa

So im going to stop there, and this turned out a lot longer than i thought it would be, so apologize. 

Also apologies for any typos ive made, i kinda rushed this bc i felt bad having this in my ask box for so long. 

#ask #head canon #erasermic #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #bnha #boku no hero academia #headcanon #mine #long post #Sorry #author is sorry #thanks for sending this!

[gruntadminloch-moved]

((What the fuck is going on woth danie

Aka what's this about a hiatus

Warnings for: parent death? Money? Typos because i’m on mobile and i con’t care?

Tl;dr: my dad died early this morning and i have to figure out wtf i'm doing now, mostly with housing and paying bills and shit. I'll probably still be arounf but. Eugh. Theew's just a lot going on right now.

So you've probably heard or seen me talking about my situation with my dad, being his primary caretaker and him being in and out of the hospital and all of that.

Good news is that's no longer a concern.

Bad news is that's because he died early this morning.

The money he had left will likely go to ensuring i can live somewhere for the next little while while i get settled. That's a good thing because i can stay where i am for a while, maybe up to two months. The situation isn't dire or emergency. It's just. . .abrupt.

Because i recently started what i anticipate to be a job i'll have a while, i don't wanna go moving too far away. Where i live right now is literally within walking distance of the place--unfortunately it's also kinda like. Damn near on a highway. Which means there aren't a lot of places close by that i could try and live at without it being real far away. And because i end work at 4am, taking a bus home may not even be plausible becausd this is new jersey and buses here suck. Carpooling may be a thing but idk yet. Even then that's not my big concern.

I live in nj and rental prices here are fucking stupid high even for like a one bedroom place. Or maybe it's just this city idek. So i'm making 14.75 an hour at my new job, which is rad but that only boils down to like $1k a month which would 100% go to rent and in a lot of cases still probably not be enough, let alone considering utilities, phone, and internet. And food.

I can't drive so moving further away isn't a good option. I'm gonna apply for section 8 tomorroe ehich will hopefully maybe help with some of the apartment costs around here if i'm lucky.

I could get a job to hold me over on the days i'm not working and that additional income could help me out but idk if i'm. Ready for that.

Idek what else to add. Idk what's happening. I have a good chunk of savings that'll help me out too. But i've gotta find somewhere to live that i can afford without going too far or smth and that's the big doosey.

I'm okay and i'll probably be okay and i'm sorry i said someghing so dramatic as "indefinite" but idk how long this'll be looming over me. There'a just a lot to fo and think about and i've probably saif that before but now that he's actually died it's just. The especially strong reality of the situation.

Truth be told i'll probably be here a lot. Loafing around and trying to relax and act casual. But i could disappear at some point. I feel like i should disappear just to focus on this. But i know myself well enough to kniw thatxs not gonna happen, not to mention with all yhe factors outside of my control it's not plausible.

I'm calm and i'm okay and i appreciate any concerns you may be experiencing. I'm just. Lost right now. And i'd love to not be lost haha.

#ooc | out of commands

[withnosuchgrace]

Counting Stars

summary: you never expected to talk to Sehun, but then again, you never expected to take astronomy either, and neither of those stop you from turning to the smartest kid in class when your grades are on the verge of sinking into a black hole. 

part 1 | part 2

genre: flufffff!!!!!

word count: 7214

A/N: idk how long this is going to be, but i’ve had this idea since my first day at uni last semester and it’s about time i got around to writing it :)) the second part should be up soon enough!! enjoy!!

- P A R T  O N E -

University was a peculiar place. 

It was definitely more mature than high school, and professors gave their students a lot more freedom to do what they pleased, and this is where chaos usually ensued. Despite everyone being adults, they were usually dying on the inside from lack of sleep, and the stress of having to live on their own for what is probably the first time in their lives. Mix that in with the social life of uni - the parties, the fraternity life, and the feeling that these are the best years of your life - and what you get this strange transition to adulthood full of regrets and mistakes and memories you can never forget.

At least that was the definition most people gave university. In reality, it included more empty coffee cups spread across your dorm room than you can count, and trying to catch up with readings but failing miserably, which ended in many sleepless nights and falling asleep in class.

Which brings us to this very morning.

It was a Monday, and after spending both Friday and Saturday goofing off and having a little too many beers for your liking, you wound up spending Sunday locked up in your dorm, doing all of the weeks readings. It did not go as well as you had planned and you ended up watching strange videos on youtube (knowing 107 facts about Disney’s Beauty and the Beast was bound to be a good conversation starter, right?).

Needless to say, you were absolutely terrible at planning ahead, which is why you ended up in situations such as the one this lovely Monday morning.

You woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating relentlessly with incoming messages. You tried to ignore it and go back to the comfort that sleep brought you, but there was no sign of your phone stopping any time soon.

“I knew I should have muted the group chat!” you mumbled to yourself whilst fumbling around with half closed eyes to grab your phone off the bedside table.

The bright blue light of the screen caused you to wince as you attempted to read the time.

8:13 am

You nearly dropped your phone on your face. Your class started thirteen minutes ago!

You quickly skimmed over the messages you had gotten from your friends, all of them saying the same thing.

Where are you????

Just then a new message came in from Wendy.

W: Are you okay? Did something happen??

You decided to answer her as you scrambled out of bed. Your message was filled with typos and written completely in capital letters (so as to emphasize your urgence), but hopefully Wendy understood what you were trying to say.

You: SHIT I SLEPT IN SGNJFUWEJSKEJBSDJ AHHHHHHH SAVE MR A SEAT PLASEEE

It only took seconds before she replied.

W: lmaooooo alright !!!

You proceeded to pull on the first articles of clothing you could find, not caring if they matched or not. You were all up for just wearing your pajamas to class, but they were thin and it was freezing out.  

Getting ready in record time, you ran out your dorm building and towards campus. Having skipped breakfast, though, you were starving so you had the bright idea of stopping by Starbucks to have a cup of coffee. At least then you would be awake - not that having to run wasn’t doing the trick already.

It was a terrible idea.

One step out of the shop and a bustling business man bumped into you causing you to spill coffee all over your top. The asshole didn’t even apologize! He just went on, leaving you uncomfortable and realizing you were going to be even more late than you had anticipated. You groaned in frustration before going on your way.

You were nearing the building when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Stopping at a stoplight, you pulled it out to see a text from Wendy.

W: Chan came in like super late and stole your seat oops. I tried telling him to move but he doesnt listen... i can’t push him he’s a fucking giant rip

You sighed. Fucking Chanyeol. Always late.

You: ffs chan ughhh!!! It’s okay though, I’m right outside, i’ll just find another seat.

You finally entered the auditorium, and internally groaned when you saw how filled it was. Your friends were all sitting in the back, right by the entrance, and sure enough, Chanyeol was sitting right beside Wendy, sending you a cheeky grin when he spotted you.

“Well, if it isn’t miss tardy-pants!”

You glared at him.

You quickly scanned the room and saw a free spot all the way in the front. Sighing, you began your walk of shame.

“You alright?” Joy asked you, a hand on your arm as you were passing her seat.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll catch you guys later.”

The empty seat was occupied by the boy’s bag and he seemed to be lost in his own world, for he did not move it, even when you stood awkwardly by the seat for a few seconds.

Unsure of what to do, you tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

He was abruptly brought out of his thoughts as he blinked blankly at you. He looked slightly annoyed to be distracted from what he was writing in his notebook, and after letting his eyes scan you from head to toe, his bitch face only seemed to become more emphasized. He was gazing at you as if he was judging you, hard.

You didn’t blame him. You looked like a trainwreck, arriving over twenty minutes late to class, your hair a tangled mess, and a huge coffee stain on the front of your shirt. You were also slightly sweaty and out of breath from having to run all the way here.

He finally moved his bag, in the slowest pace you had ever seen a human move, and you hastily plopped down in the now empty seat.

You began fumbling in your bag for your materials but internally groaned when you noticed you forgot your pencil case back at the dorm. You did not want to make a big fuss over it, and so you discreetly nudged the boy sitting beside you.

“Hey.”

He looked at you with the same annoyed face, although this time, he looked even more irritated, if that was even possible.

“Can I borrow a pen?” you whispered.

He merely sighed before haphazardly tossing you the first thing he pulled out of his pencil case, which happened to be a highlighter, before going back to taking notes as the professor lectured on.

You hated to be that annoying kid, but there was no way you could take what notes you could using a yellow highlighter.

You nudged him again. “This is a highlighter.”

He visibly rolled his eyes, fished out an actual black pen, and handed it to you, all the while not even sparing you a glance.

You frowned, but took it nonetheless, ready to take what notes you could for the remainder of the class. It was hard to pay attention, however, when from the corner of your eye, you could still see the boy taking his notes, his dark brows furrowed together as he concentrated.

The boy seemed familiar to you, though you weren’t sure why. This was a fairly big class, so you maybe you had caught his face once or twice. And boy, what a face it was. This boy was definitely cute.

He wore large, round glasses and dressed in a very prim and proper way - a light blue button up shirt and dark pants. His dark hair looked like it was combed to perfection, but he must have missed a spot for it kept falling over his eyes. Judging by the way his notebook was open and his pen already in his hand, you knew he was the studious type.

You were too caught up in your thoughts about how attractive he was to notice that the professor had ended the lecture and everyone around you began to shift and the room was filled with chatter. You looked down at your notebook and noticed that you had barely written a sentence.

“Here,” you handed the boy his pen back. “Thank you for letting me use it.”

He nodded in response and was slinging his bag over his shoulder when you stopped him. “Hey can you send me the notes, by the way. You know, if it’s not too much trouble, and all.”

He looked surprised that you were actually talking to him, and for a second his face was devoid of an annoyed expression as his brows were raised. “Um, yeah sure. I’ll email it to you?”

His sentence came out as a question, so you nodded vigorously.

“Thank you! Do you know my email?”

He shrugged. “I can just find it on the course website, it’s not a big deal.”

You smiled. “Thank you!”

“No problem. See you next class.” He offered what you thought was a half smile, before walking out of the room.

It took merely seconds before Doyoung came up behind you and tackled you in a hug. “Who were you talking to?”

“Wasn’t that Sehun?” Wendy asked, looking at the boy’s retreating back.

That was it! Sehun! You knew that name!

Sehun was known to be the quiet student in class who knew all of the answers to everything. He was also known to always look annoyed at everyone around him, often caught rolling his eyes at people’s shenanigans and disruptive behaviour. No one really talked to him, since they thought he was rude and conceited and a know-it-all.

“Yeah. He’s actually not that bad. He’s sending me the notes.”

“Whoa, who would’ve thought.” Doyoung commented, his chin still propped up on top of your head and his arms hanging off your shoulders.

“Right? I would have expected him to be a jerk!” Wendy nodded in agreement.

“Nah, I think the whole jerk, and bitch face thing is just a front. Maybe there’s a shell that needs to be cracked to reveal a…”

“A what?” every time Doyoung spoke, you felt his jaw move against the top of your head.

“A… I don’t know! A nice, gentle person? Maybe he’s just really shy and uses that annoyed attitude to hide it.”

Wendy looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Are you okay, (Y/N)? Have you been eating well?”

You scoffed, and were prepared to make a snarky comeback when you heard Chen’s voice. He was standing by the entrance of the room along with Chanyeol, Joy, and Suho.

“Are y’all coming or what? We’re going to grab something to eat.”

“Coming!” Doyoung called, using slightly high pitched tone. Then, back to his normal voice, he spoke while walking behind you, all the while keeping his head on top of yours. “Who knows, maybe (Y/N) is just trying to befriend him for the notes so she can actually pass this class.”

“Oh please, you’re doing worse than I am!” You retorted with a laugh, and pushed Doyoung off of you as you walked out of the classroom, and back into your normal, carefree life.

Despite what Doyoung and Wendy had said, one thing was for certain: you were definitely going to sit next to Sehun again.

“Suho, I swear if you crack another lame ass joke, I'm going to punch you.”

The pink haired boy merely grinned innocently at Joy, to which she rolled her eyes.

It was Monday evening and you were currently sitting at a fried chicken establishment with some of your friends. It was a typical night, your friends being loud and extra for no good reason, while you laughed along to their antics.

You were munching on the fries in Chen’s plate, while listening intently to another one of Chanyeol’s tall tales (which were more often than not interrupted by resident comedic Suho), when your phone vibrated against the wooden table and causing a large noise, making Chanyeol stop once again.

“Will I ever get to finish my story?” He huffed.

“Sorry, sorry.” You picked up your phone to glance at the notification.

“He sent you the notes through email?! What is this? 2002?” Doyoung’s orange hair was in your line of vision as he leaned in to see the screen of your phone.

“Wait, what notes? Did we miss something?” Chen asked curiously.

You looked up to see all of them looking in your direction.

Chanyeol looked slightly annoyed at not being able to finish his story about how he got his foot stuck in a rabbit hole this morning.

Before you could reply, Wendy was speaking.

“You know that guy with the glasses who always sits in front and answers all the questions? Sehun?”

“Yeah, what about him?” Suho’s brows furrowed.

“Apparently (Y/N) and him became best friends and he’s sending her the notes.”

“Oh! He’s cute!” Joy smiled. “In that nerdy kind of way.”

“We’re not best friends! I barely talked to him!” you defended.

“Yeah, clearly not friends if he’s sending fucking emails in 2017. Lemme see that.” Doyoung grabbed your phone out of your hand before you could react.

“Hey! Give that back! What are you doing?” you tried to reach for your phone, but Doyoung had longer arms and could therefore use your phone far out of your grasp.

“Found him!” he exclaimed.

“What do you think you’re -”

“Done!” Doyoung straightened up again, and you were about to grab your phone, when he shook his head. “I’ll only give it back if you promise not to delete it.”

“What are you talking about? Delete what?”

“Doyoung, what did you do?” Chen laughed.

The boy grinned, proud. “Just helping (Y/N) make friends.”

You looked down at your screen in shock, the colour completely leaving your face.

Friend request sent.

“You added him on Facebook?” you cried.

“Well you weren’t going to befriend him through hotmail, now were you?”

You gave him a panicked look. “But what if he doesn’t accept it?”

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to ‘crack his shell’ or whatever. This way it’ll be much easier!”

You still had a pout on your lips as you looked down at your screen again. He still hadn’t accepted the request. Had he seen it? Was he just hesitating because it was all too soon?

“Think of it as a favour.” Doyoung wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to his side. “Now, Chanyeol was rudely interrupted and I wanted to hear the end of his story.”

Chanyeol immediately brightened up at that. “Thank you! Okay, so where was I?”

“Your foot was stuck in a rabbit hole?” Wendy offered.

“Oh yes! So it was really stuck in there, right, and no matter what I couldn’t get out. Just then an old man walks by, but get this - he’s blind! So he clearly can’t see me struggling -”

If it was any other night, you would have loved to hear the rest of Chanyeol’s ridiculous tale, but alas the only thing you could think of was that stupid friend request and Sehun. Why was it such a big deal? You weren’t thirteen anymore, these things should not matter to you.

But your mind reeled each second that passed without his reply and you didn’t know what you would do if he rejected it. Would you be able to sit next to him again, knowing that he had outright rejected your offer - er technically Doyoung’s offer for friendship?

These thoughts did not leave even long after you left the chicken place and were already lying in bed. Your phone lay on your bedside table, not having made a single sound since earlier that evening.

No news, no nothing.

You thought you were finally going to be able to fall asleep, when you were suddenly forced awake with your heart in your throat as your phone vibrated.

Moving faster than you ever had before, you grabbed your phone too look at the notification that popped up on the screen.

Oh Sehun has accepted your friend request.

The smile you had on your face could have lit up an entire room.

He accepted! He wanted to be your friend! (hypothetically, of course).

You were so excited, suddenly feeling wide awake, that you immediately opened up your conversation with Doyoung.

You: he said yes!!!!!!!!

D: when’s the wedding??????

You rolled your eyes. Doyoung couldn’t be serious for more than two seconds.

You were going to lock your phone, when he sent another message.

D: you’re welcome btw ;)

You couldn’t keep the smile off of your face even as you tried to fall asleep again. All you could think of was the fact that this meant that perhaps Sehun wasn’t such a bad guy after all. This only furthered your desire to befriend him.

True to your word, the next time you had Astronomy class, you immediately sat at the empty seat next to Sehun. At least, this time around, he moved his bag as soon as he felt someone near. When he saw that it was you, his brows shot up in surprise.

“Hey,” You greeted, as you slid into the seat.

“Hey.”

It was a little awkward. The two of you didn't even know each other, after all.

“Thank you for the notes, by the way.”

“Oh, it's no problem. Were you able to read my handwriting fine?”

You nodded. “You have very nice handwriting.”

“Oh...uh thanks.”

You were pulled back into an awkward silence, and you weren't sure how to break it.

You were pulling out your notebook and pencil case from your bag when you heard Sehun speak again, although his voice held an uncertain tone to it.

“Wouldn't you rather be sitting with your friends?” He nodded his head towards your group of friends sitting in the back of the class. Chanyeol was in the middle of arm wrestling Suho, Doyoung was already half asleep while Chen was mostly likely on his second cup of coffee, and Joy and Wendy were busy watching a video on Wendy’s laptop.

You shrugged and sent Sehun a smile. “I think I'm happy right here.”

Sehun did not know how to reply to that, and so he didn't. Instead he turned back towards the front and awkwardly twiddled his thumbs. You couldn’t miss how flushed his face had gotten, though.

Neither of you mentioned the friend request. Why would you? You were two adults, and this was something completely minuscule over the grand scheme of things you should be worrying about.

The class started not too long after, and you tried your best to pay attention, but you soon found yourself losing focus and getting confused all over again. You tried to write down everything that you could in your messy notebook, but were still having difficulty keeping up.

Astronomy was an interesting class, with the discussion of celestial beings in the universe and the vast immensity of it all, but it was definitely not one of your strong points. You wouldn’t have even been in this class if it wasn’t for Suho.

He had a fascination with space and insisted on you and your friends take this class with him. He would claim he had to take this class, that he needed it. In a typical Suho manner, however, your first day of Astronomy had ended with him laughing and saying “I thought this was astrology, my bad.”

Needless to say, you and your friends decided to stick around. The class was quite interesting, and you knew that if you attempted to switch out, Suho would make a big deal about your lack of commitment.

He really was a strange fellow.

If you had been sitting with your friends, you would have been goofing off, ignoring this whole lecture as you scrolled through social media on your phone. But this was different. For one, you were sitting near the front of the room rather than the back, so if you were to go on your phone, your professor would see and you just could not do that to him. He was a sweet, eccentric old man, after all, who loved puns a little too much for his own good. In that sense he was very similar to Suho, a fact that Chanyeol never let him forget (“It’s like looking at an old, white version of Suho!”).

Secondly, you did not want to leave that kind of impression on Sehun. You did not want him thinking you were a slacker who did not care about her grades.

Sighing, you turned to Sehun, nudging his elbow with yours.

He looked at you a little annoyed, but then saw the confused look on your face.

“I’m confused.” you whispered.

Sehun parted his lips to say something back, but just then the professor asked a question, and instead, his arm shot up in the air and he answered the question smoothly.  

You frowned, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to get help like this, so you flipped to a new page in your notebook and began to write a note on it. Then, when the professor wasn’t looking you slid it over to him.

Sehun looked curiously at the notebook in front of him with your little message messily scribbled on it.

Do you think he will let us practice some exercises near the end of class?

Sehun looked at you in question, but didn’t write anything. Instead he frowned and whispered “I’m trying to pay attention!”

You tapped the notebook and then proceeded to clasp your hands together in front of you in a begging manner.

He only raised a (perfect) eyebrow at you, looking at you like he had no idea what to do with you.

You jutted out your bottom lip in a pout, hoping it would help your case, and sure enough, after an eyeroll and a dramatic sigh he finally looked down at what you had written. He then looked up at you in an unamused fashion.

You gestured for him to write on the paper, while his expression did not change in the slightest.

Why?

He slid the notebook back towards you and finally looked at ease again, focusing his attention back to the class.

It took less than a minute before you were subtly trying to slide the notebook back towards him.

I don’t understand anything. Do you think you can help me?

Just like before, it took a few minutes before Sehun even bothered looking at what you had written, let alone begin writing a response.

Why can’t you ask one of your friends?

You didn’t even bother hesitating, grabbing your pen and beginning to write on the notebook before he even had a chance to finish writing his sentence.

They’re kinda stupid tbh.

Sehun couldn’t hold in his scoff, which he quickly covered up with a faux cough. You grinned and added another word.

Please?

Sehun finally looked at you and nodded.

You had to stop yourself from clapping excitedly.

The rest of the class went smoothly. Sehun went back to focusing completely, this time while trying to hide the small smile that was creeping on his lips. You went back to trying to pay attention but were distracted - this time with the relief you felt knowing that Sehun was going to help you out (and the fact that you got him to laugh which was an accomplishment in itself).

When it had finally ended, you made sure to arrange a meeting date, time and location with Sehun before he left.

“Does tomorrow at noon sound okay? We can go grab lunch and study at the same time?” you asked.

“Yeah, okay.”

“Here,” you pulled out a pen and grabbed Sehun’s hand, quickly scribbling your number onto his pale skin.

Sehun was flustered, to say the least. He did not quite know how to react upon seeing his skin being tainted with blue ink. His skin felt hot where you were touching him and his eyes were wide as he looked at you in shock.

“Now you have my number so we can keep in touch, in case anything happens!” you smiled sweetly at him, finally letting go of his hand.

“Couldn’t you just have put it in my phone instead?” Sehun was slightly pouting while looking down at your handwriting on his skin. “Or you could have sent it over facebook.”

It was a quite an adorable sight.

“Oh, right. I didn’t think of that.”

Sehun sighed. “It’s alright. I’m going to go, I’ve got a class in ten minutes.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow!” you grinned and he offered a small smile in return, causing you an immense amount of joy.

Sehun left, and you watched him walk away with a feeling of happiness and - what was that? Why was your heart fluttering?

You couldn’t think too long about this strange feeling, for when you turned to grab your bag, you nearly yelped at the sight of your friends, all looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“What was that?” you heard Doyoung’s voice behind you.

“What was what?” you replied, turning to your tall best friend, and finding a knowing smile on his face.

“Did you give him your number?” Wendy asked, joining in the conversation.

Suho whistled, walking in behind Wendy. “(Y/N) is wasting no time.”

You frowned. “It’s not what you think. He’s just helping me study tomorrow.”

“So it’s a date?” Wendy raised an eyebrow.

“No it’s not a d-”

“You know, I always did think the two of you would look cute together.” Suho commented, interrupting you.

“What are you talking about? This isn’t a -”

You were interrupted once again, this time by Chanyeol who was excitedly explaining a new game he was playing on his phone.

You pouted, and felt an arm around your shoulders. You looked up to see Doyoung grinning.

“Relax, everything will go fine between you and Sehun on your date tomorrow. Although, I must say you two are moving way too fast. But I guess that is the magic of technology. How late did you stay up messaging to him.”

You huffed. “We didn’t talk. And it’s not a date! God!” you shoved the taller boy off of you, stomping away as you heard his laughter echo behind you.

Despite it clearly not being a date, you could not help but feel nervous, and you had no idea why.

He was only going to help you out with astronomy, and that was all there was to it. Besides, you barely knew the guy.

That still did not stop the smile from brightening up your face with the messages that came in the following day at 11:59 am.

Hello, i’m at a table at the cafe you said we should meet at…

Let me know when you get here

This is Sehun by the way!

Your fingers tapped quickly on the screen of your phone, a response formulating before your eyes.

You: I’ll be there in a minute!!!

His reply came whilst you were making your way to the cafe.

S: okay :)

The smiley face came as a surprise but it made you grin nonetheless.

The heavy aroma of coffee filled your senses as you stepped in the cafe packed with fellow university students. Your eyes scanned the place for any sign of Sehun, but it was difficult locating him. You were considering messaging him where he was, but just then you caught a glimpse of him, his head bent over a book near the far end of the place, as far away from other people as he could.

You slid into the seat across from him and watched as he looked up at you startled.

“Oh it’s you.” He sighed in relief.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” You teased, cupping your cheeks with your hands in an attempt to look cute.

Your charms did not work on Sehun, for he looked confused at most. “I guess? Are you ready to study?”

You nodded, beginning to pull out your books from your bag. “Yep. Let me just buy something first. Do you want anything?” You asked, wallet in hand.

He shook his head.

“You sure? Not even a cookie?”

He shook his head for the second time, his attention drawn back to whatever he was working on.

“Alright. I’ll be back in a few.” you jumped up from your seat and into the line. From where you stood, you had a perfect view of him, his nose buried in the book he had been reading prior to your arrival. You smiled to yourself as you thought about how kind he was to be helping you out like this. Maybe he was just misunderstood, and wasn’t a stuck-up know-it-all like people had assumed.

It was these thoughts that led you to buying a few cookies for him. When you placed them in front of him he looked up at you, puzzled.

“But I didn’t want anything.”

“I know, but I felt really bad that you took time out of your day to help me out, so please accept them as a gift of gratitude? You don’t have to accept them if you don’t want to, I could find a better way to pay you ba-”

Sehun interrupted your rambling with a small smile of gratefulness. “No, these are more than enough. Thank you, (Y/N).”

It was the first time he had said your name, and you didn’t know why it made you so happy.

“You’re welcome!” you replied cheerfully, finally settling back into your seat across from him, and taking out your books, ready for the studying to begin.

Sehun opened his own book to a different page, and you realized that he had been reading the textbook for this course.

“What were you working on?” You asked him out of curiosity.

When he didn’t answer you right away, you looked up from your book to see his cheeks were dusted pink. “I was just reading ahead, a little. It’s no big deal.” he scratched the back of his neck in a nervous manner, before clearing his throat and speaking again.  “Are we ready to study? What do you have trouble with?”

“Everything.” you admitted, sheepishly.

The look of surprise on his face was quite the sight. “Oh. Well, then we better get started.”

He flipped his notebook back to the beginning, and you looked on eagerly, while gingerly taking a bite out of the bagel you had bought.

“Alright, so chapter one.” he said. He began to explain something but was quickly interrupted by another presence.

“Yo (Y/N)! What are you doing here?”

You immediately grinned upon seeing one of your good friends, Ten. “Hey! Nothing much, just studying astronomy.”

He laughed, his nose crinkling as he did so. “Suho really made you guys stay in there?”

You nodded. “It’s pretty interesting, though, so not much of a loss.”

“I still can’t believe he got all of you to take the class with him. But anyways, I’m going to leave you to study. I’ll see you at Heechul’s on Friday, right?”

You winked. “You know it.”

You waved goodbye to him as he walked away, before turning your attention back to Sehun, who had been awkwardly sitting throughout the entire interaction.

“I am so sorry for that! No more interruptions! We need to focus!”

“It's fine.” He reassured. “Now where was I?”

You tried to get a better glimpse of his notebook as he began to explain the basic concepts once more, but found it difficult with you sitting across from him, so without thinking twice, you slipped into the booth beside him.  You could finally see his neat handwriting, and smiled to yourself, but noticed that peculiarly he had stopped talking.

You looked up at him to find he was already looking at you.

“What's wrong?”

“N-nothing.” He quickly averted his eyes, clearing his throat before he resumed what he had been reading previously.

The noise in the cafe was increasing as more students walked in to grab something small for lunch. Consequently, it was getting difficult to hear Sehun’s soft voice, leading you to lean a little closer. You didn't want to interrupt him, and were actually learning so you attempted to do so as subtly as you could.

Unfortunately, subtlety was not one of your strong points.

Sehun abruptly stopped, his whole body tensing as he noticed how close you were getting. When you realized he wasn’t speaking anymore, you looked up at him in confusion, only to see him already looking at you.

“Is everything okay?”

He quickly averted his eyes, focusing back on the book. “Yeah… I just…. I got distracted.” he quickly cleared his throat. “Anyways, as I was saying…”

The rest of the time passes rather quickly as Sehun helps you out by covering all of the first chapter again, and to your astonishment, you think that you’re finally understanding the basics of astronomy.

It is as you pack up your belongings that Sehun mentions going over chapter two, hence scheduling another meet-up. It catches you off guard, so much so that Sehun notices when you do not reply. “Are you alright?”

You nod, vigorously, shaking your previous thoughts out of your mind. “Of course! I just can’t believe you’re actually going to help me again.” you admit.

“I said I would, and I like to keep my word.” is all he says in response, before he’s shrugging his bag onto his shoulder, and pushing his spectacles up his nose, as if out of habit, since they looked perfectly fine to you. “I gotta go,” he says, upon looking at his watch. “We can discuss our next meeting in class okay?”

“Okay.” you grinned, and then he’s gone, rushing out of the cafe, and bringing your first study date to a close.

True to his word, the first thing you talked about upon sitting into the seat next to him the next astronomy class you had, which happened to be a Friday morning, was about your next study session.

“I’m afraid I’m only free tonight at six.” he was saying, and you tried to hide your disappointment.

Tonight was the party that Heechul was throwing, the very same you and Ten had been talking about only yesterday. Heechul always threw the most legendary parties, ones where you weren’t sure if what had happened was real or just a figment of your imagination. They were wild. It would be a shame to miss it.

But to be fair, you had been to plenty of Heechul’s parties before, so you knew how they usually played out: Heechul is drunk before anyone even arrives; Suho is presumably next, seeing as he is a lightweight, which resulted in Joy following him around to make sure he didn’t embarrass himself too much (though she did leave him to do something ridiculous as payback for however annoying he was during the week; drunk Chanyeol meant even more nonsense blabbing and you felt bad for whatever girl he stuck to that night for they were going to need ear muffs to drone out the sound of his hiccupping voice as he repeats the same story once again (as if 32 times in one night isn’t enough already); Chen was usually the one to stay the most sober out of you lot and enjoyed himself in watching you make fools of yourselves and would even mess with you guys a bit just to get a kick out of it.

Maybe you could afford to miss one party. After all, Sehun was going out of his way to help you out. It was the least you could do, and so you find yourself nodding.

“Tonight sounds perfect. We could study in the cafe again? Or at this diner I know!”

Sehun looked uneasy. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather we studied in a more quiet area. The cafe and a diner would be too loud.”

“Oh. We could always go to the library?” you offered.

He twiddled his thumbs a little nervously as he said his next words. “I was thinking more like my dorm room.”

Your eyes widen and you could feel your face heat up. Did Sehun just invite you to his room?

Sehun’s reaction isn’t any better off when he realizes what his choice of words may sound like. His face was flushed red as he stutters and attempts to backtrack on what he said. “No, no, I d-didn’t mean it like that! I meant that it would be quieter, you know since no one would be around - but that doesn’t mean I want you alone - Oh God, this isn’t coming out right! What I mean to say is that -”

He paused as he looks at you with wide, doe-like eyes, looking far too flustered for his own good.

“- is that I usually study on my own, so it’s more comfortable for me and it’s easier to concentrate.” he finished his previous sentence rather awkwardly, his gaze leaving yours, and settling on his lap, not knowing where else to look.  

You put a hand on his shoulder to try and ease some of his worry. “It’s okay, Sehun, I understand.” you reassured him with a soft smile.

He looked at the hand you placed on his shoulder in wonder, but the moment is short lived, however, for the professor had finally got the overhead projector to start working and had commenced the lecture.

You fall into an awkward silence with Sehun, only seeming to be filled with the sound of the lecture going on.

The same awkward feeling followed with you throughout the day until you finally find yourself facing the white painted door that separates you from Sehun.

You had yet to actually knock on it, feeling somewhat afraid of what the evening might bring you. You had no idea what to expect and the thought scared you. At least when you’re at Heechul’s party, you know exactly how each party-goer is likely to act. But with Sehun, everything is new, and you have no idea what is to happen.

You know you cannot dwell on these thoughts or else they were going to drive you insane, and so you took a deep breath and knock on the door and letting the fate of the evening fall into Sehun’s hands.

The door swung open to reveal Sehun, a smile shying on his lips. “Hey, you’re actually on time.”

He moved aside to let you into his room. It’s not too big, and the amount of books filling almost every crevice only emphasizes how studious Sehun is. You liked that the room actually felt like him, from the various lamps that are lit to the posters of various different galaxies that lined the walls.

There was only one chair for the desk, where you could see a book open, he had probably been studying prior to your arrival. The only other place to sit was the bed in the center of the room, and so you made your way towards it, taking a seat on its edge.

“Wait, what is that supposed to mean? That I’m always late?” you asked him, a teasing tone to your voice.

“Well you’re certainly not the most punctual in class.” he commented offhandedly, before realizing what he said, his hands flying up to cover his mouth.

You burst into laughter. “Alright, acknowledged. Being in your room really does make you a little too comfortable.”

He grinned at that, knowing it is true. He finally took a seat at his desk again, and only then noticed the lack of chairs in the room, and where you were sat. “I’m sorry there’s not enough chairs, are you comfortable on the bed?”

“Yup, don’t worry about me.” you chirped, bringing your legs up to sit cross-legged as you emptied your bag onto his bed. “Let’s just get started.”

Sehun suggested that you reread the second chapter before he gets started on explaining anything you might not understand, and you agree.

The room is engulfed in silence, save for the soft flipping of pages as you tried to focus your entire attention on the contents of your textbook.

You’re finally falling into the swing of things, when your phone vibrates, making a loud noise in the once peaceful room.

“What’s that?” Sehun asked, startled by the sudden noise.

“Doyoung.” you sighed, opening up the video he had sent you. You had absolutely no idea what is happening in it since the music is way too loud, but from what you could see, it had something to do with Ten attempting a keg stand in the background.

You rolled your eyes before sending a quick snap of you frowning at the camera, making sure to caption the photo with “shut up im trying to study”.

Doyoung is already answering, but from what you can see it is just a long string of spam messages that you would rather not answer at the moment.

D: O yeah i forgot you were a nerd now

Where are you? That’s not your room

Omg wait is that HIS room???

YOOOOOOO MOVING A LIL QUICKLY ARE WE???

Stay safe kids ;))))

Looks like (Y/N) is partying tonight too eh???? ;))))

You groaned, before turning your phone completely silent, and dropping it in your bag where you wouldn’t be distracted by it again.

You begin reading again, only to be interrupted by Sehun this time.

“Is there a party tonight?”

The question catches you off guard, and you look at him quizzically. “Yeah, why?”

“Didn’t you tell your friend yesterday that you were going to go?”

“I changed my mind.” you shrugged.

“Don’t lie.” he sighed.

“What?”

“You would much rather be there than here wouldn’t you? Spending your Friday night getting wasted with your friends rather than holed up and studying the stars with me.” he snapped.

Your brows rose at his tone. You did not expect this from him. “Sehun,” you started softly, not wanting to yell at him, although you were feeling a little irritated. Did he really think you were nothing more than someone getting drunk every chance you got? “If I really wanted to be there, I wouldn’t be here. I made a commitment, and I’m going to stick to it. And, believe it or not, but I actually like spending time with you.” you admitted.

He seemed to be at a loss for words, taken aback by what you had said. “Oh.” he finally uttered out, feeling guilty for abruptly accusing you of things.

He doesn’t say anything else for a bit, and so you go back to reading, not knowing what else to say.

His voice is quiet as he says it, and if the room had not been as quiet as it was, you would have missed it. Nevertheless, it brought a bright smile to your face, and you knew in that moment that you had found a friend in Oh Sehun. 

“I like spending time with you, too.”

#i did not intend to make doyoung such a big character but here he is #this gives me flashbacks to my intro to international development class :'))) #nerdy sehun kills me bye #also let's pray i actually finish this soon and not like 10 years later #my writing #tahira speaks #sehun #exo #oh sehun #exo sehun #sehun exo #sehun fluff #exo fic #exo fluff #sehun fic