#feel like i’m being needy and annoying and i really don’t wanna bring anyone else down with me but i am honestly so done with the world rn

[narrators-journal]

Ryomina as parents

My friend got me thinking about persona babs with their own babies. So! Naturally, Ryomina is my first to think of lol.

CW: Pregnancy, Ryoji changes genders, possible confusion, but I tried to minimize it.

During pregnancy

Since I have so many thoughts on how they'd go about this with Ryoji in my mind seeing gender as a suggestion and having the power to change on a whim, I'm seperating it into two seperate 'eras' in a sense. There is no mpreg, I only refer to Ryoji as male through out this bc I don't want to confuse readers/myself by calling him they or she.

I personally imagine Ryoji can shapeshift, which includes changing his gender.

*cough* turkey baster *cough*

This is relevant because he would easily and willingly take the mother role in a literal sense.

He vibes like someone who honestly wants to see him and Minato in their child, so while he would be open to adoption, he'd also be kind of hoping and stubborn on some form of a biological child.

Minato is, at the very least, open to the idea of having a kid, if not the one who first brings up the idea and starts the planning.

He's a lil deadpan and inexpressive, but he'd want at least one kid.

Minato would very much be an attentive support while Ryoji's gender is switched and he's going through the roughness of pregnancy.

He's not too worried though. Ryoji does enough worrying for the both of them.

The whole situation would be kind of dicey from the start.

Due to Ryoji's role in things and natural inclinations, he'd be insanely cautious about keeping himself and their unborn child safe.

Would he turn kind of needy? Yes, but Minato very much understands that a) pregnancy is not fun, and b) Ryoji has a very healthy fear for this situation.

He would have to coax/push Ryoji into any necessary shots or medicine through the pregnancy though.

Ryoji would nest. He'd gather fabrics, mostly soft ones like blankets, or pillows and make a nest.

He also wouldn't be quick to share the plan with anyone else. He'd wait until the baby is a month old minimum if he could, but Minato would naturally not let him, so they compromise on just not telling anyone of the pregnancy until the kid is born.

Minato would comply because while he doesn't feel attracted to Ryoji as a girl, and might grow annoyed with him through this process, he, once again, understands and doesn't want to stress his partner out.

He's willing to do what he can to make Ryoji comfortable through the months, and that includes holding off the news until he's ready to share it. Within reason.

As actual parents

Since I have pretty cut and dry, really simple views on them as general parents, I'm gonna go into pretty in-depth points of their parenting here. Just to bulk it out and make it more interesting to read.

Minato'd hover whenever someone else holds his baby.

He's also refuse to give over his baby when he's allowed to first hold them.

He may not express it, but he adores the little demi-god they made.

Ryoji's still a very nervous parent for the formative years, but he also tries to be happy, supportive, and doting.

He also returns to a male-presenting form after the birth. He does not wanna breast feed. Fuck that.

They'd both be nervous to see if their kid grows up to take after Ryoji in 'the family business' or not.

They're admittedly hoping for not. Or maybe a less ominous off-shoot.

Ryoji's choice to sleep or not would come in handy SO much, especially in the infancy years.

Minato would be a little cold at first, but he'd teach himself how to be more openly affectionate in his own little ways with the kid.

Ryoji would be anxious about his kid taking his job or dying prematurely, Minato'd be scared of his kid growing to resent him for his inexperience with being emotional.

Despite Ryoji's anxieties about getting shots or taking medicine during the pregnancy, trust me, both him and Minato are firmly on the side of vaccinations. Ryoji has seen what measles does to a kid, he is not up for letting that happen to his baby.

Ryoji'd very much be the embarrassingly supportive and loving parent of the two.

soccer mom/pta mom Ryoji

Which is cringy, but the kid would also probably feel the safest coming to him for any form of questions on sexuality or gender.

Minato, meanwhile, would be gone to if they got into trouble or hurt themselves.

Both parents would punch someone for their child.

Both of them have remarkable patience for their child.

You'd expect Minato to be kind of an ass, but no. He's a little blunt but he tries his best.

All around, RyoMina would be wholesome, goofy parents to their child and absolutely dote on them in their own ways.

#persona 3 #Ryomina #Ryoji Mochizuki x Minato Arisato #male persona 3 protagonist #Ryoji Mochizuki #persona #headcanons #Makoto Yuuki #Minato Arisato #fun

[pastelpendant]

Waking up from a nap to other people trancing themselves is nice. I do wish I had the energy to speak with You more regularly, though I know this is something else You’d reassure me is fine. (I know it is, I just see a lot that’s cute here with the others and interaction is fun when the brain allows ~_~)

(This feels a bit like irony and stepping over a line. If so, please say so and I’ll refrain from saying stuff like this in the future. Don’t wanna be part of the problem) I would like it though if people stopped making my favorite ‘tist uncomfortable. You’ve got perfectly respectable boundaries same as anyone else, and it annoys me that they’re trampled over with any degree of frequency. It can’t be that hard to keep one’s mouth shut and not make others uncomfortable.

On another note, I’d noticed Your deity kink tag before, but didn’t think much of it until now since I’m decidedly not religious in my daily life. For You, though, I think I could make an exception ;D

Not just a Master, but a Deity to fall completely under for. Ruling the Garden and my mind with the same level of gentle, inescapable power. Why leave when I’m so comfortable? I could go at any time, but I also could lie in a sleepy puddle at Your feet awaiting orders. It’s nice to be owned and powerless. Nice to realize I don’t have to think for myself, just float in worshipful bliss as my Deity exerts Their control~

Perfect Pen’s perfect control always seeping into my head. The repetition mantra sticks the best since it rhymes and I’ve lopped it for hours, sometimes rocking to stim brings it up, but other things are fun too.

I’ve edged to Your files before. Tried to set in ‘rub my mind away for fae’ along the lines of the other mantras and though it’s enjoyable to stay like that for a while, I can’t hold back long enough to do much. Might do that later if I work myself up though, Your files have gotten me needy before…

This is getting long again 😅 I would apologize for the giant block of text, but You didn’t seem to mind my last ramble, so maybe this time is the same? Hope You’ve been doing well!

-El

Interaction is definitely fun! But I agree with your assessment that I'd say it's okay that you can't interact often, and that's because the few times we do interact are always a treat! I look forward to when it becomes more drawn out and frequent, but only when the headspace allows <3

Thank you for the kind words. I too wish that people would stop trampling over Me and My boundaries just because I'm a soft person when not explicitly Dominating someone. Admittedly, I never had a specific rule against receiving photos, only giving; part of it could be on Me for not saying I don't want photos w/o consent, but at the same time I feel like that should be common knowledge! Alas, We live in a society of people w/ monkey brain that just want to activate their neurons by being weird in non-fun ways.

I believe you've referred to Me as Deity before, so I find it hard to believe this is the first time you've thought about the Deity side of things~ I take on being an Arch Fae as my primary way of expressing it, as that gives me more power and Dominion over ordinary Fae creatures as well. Plus, only Arch Fae can rule over their own Domains, which My Garden certainly classifies as ;)

Ah yes, repetition. The main reason mantras work the way they do. And We Fae certainly love to rhyme, so it's fun to use rhymes to really get in someone's head. Encouraging a (consensually) endless loop of My words is a thrill, because I like imagining the droning, far away tone their voice would take repeating it out loud.

I've noticed a sudden uptick in thralls that edge to My files! I'm quite flattered by it; it's never something I go out of My way to ask for, since My brain often just...Doesn't think about sexual things below the belt, but those offers and tributes are quite lovely when people ask beforehand if it's okay. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, and if you do decide to edge later, I hope you'll know that Master melts your mind away, so you can rock and sway and just obey~

(P.S the "rock and sway" part actually comes from how a thrall was humping her pillow while repeating that mantra and edging, but she too always seeks release, so never feel obligated to stay on the edge a long time!)

Never apologize for long asks! I prefer this than having to make multiple short replies, and I'm always glad to hear from you, dearest El <3 Thank you for taking time to share all of these lovely thoughts with Me, I treasure them immensely

#asks #anonymous #pen answers #el #long post

[killjoy-loveit]

Here I am again to complain on tumblr 😐

#i’m not gonna get too specific rn but i keep getting emotional and down lately and i honestly don’t wanna bother my friends about it bc i #feel like i’m being needy and annoying and i really don’t wanna bring anyone else down with me but i am honestly so done with the world rn #like what is the point of existing when everything is so terrible and people are just out there existing just to be jerks for no reason?? #nobody’s been mean to me or anything #i’ve just probs been on Twitter or TikTok too much today and seen so many stories of people being treated terribly and now i feel numb and #kinda sick honestly #dw tho i’ll just self medicate by trying to get tipsy and watch funny vids on YouTube #goodnight everyone #i also promise to get my queue back up and running after the semester is over #this has been elle ranting #brought to you by: the world and existence in general

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

I wanna say that namjoons dad bestfriend drabble was so freaking hot….🥵🥵🥵 maybe part 2? 🙏 when they make out in family house of yn? And her dad is next room 👀 i am so dirty pls forgive me😂

can't believe it took me so long to answer this... okay, so, my requests are not open but i decided to clear up my inbox a bit, starting with this one. as for this part 2... i know it could have been just a short scene with pure smut, but i wanted the drama of the plot, okay? also i'm not doing another psa: this is wrong and pls don't do this, it's just fiction

part 1

Namjoon knew he had to stop this. This... Whatever it was the two of you had. He had found excuses to come see you multiple times throughout the winter, always missing you too much and being unable to stay away for too long. But when you surprised him, secretly coming back to your hometown to be with just him for a week, he wasn't as happy. It was the first reminder of how different your worlds were; he was a grown man minding his career, at an age where he should be seeking marriage and kids. And you? You were skipping school to see your crush.

"I think my daughter has a boyfriend," his best friend casually told him one day soon after that. Namjoon froze, his heart the only thing reacting to those words. But his friend went on nonchalantly, pointing to his ignorance. "I don't mind, of course. I've only told her one thing, and it's not to get pregnant. I don't want her to go through what her mother and I went through, you know? She's at this age... you know? She needs to enjoy her age."

Namjoon... The grown man who should be seeking marriage and kids was fucking this girl. All those times he came inside you, filling you up a little too aggressively– as if deep down he wished he'd knock you up and keep you to himself forever.

He had to end this.

When he told you those same words –you need to enjoy your age, you need to be with a peer– you seemed more mad than hurt. But perhaps you understood. You weren't stupid, you too knew this was wrong. Perhaps you were just waiting for it to happen, waiting for the excitement of doing something against the rules to die out and the realization of the responsibility to hit him. You didn't blame him. But you were still annoyed. Stopped talking altogether, the only news he got from you now came from your father. You did get a boyfriend, or so he was told. And you were doing well with your studies and you were generally living a great student's life.

Summertime and you were here again. Along with your so-called boyfriend. Namjoon was so pissed off when he saw the skinny, mussy, sweaty boy that seemed to either be very slow or high off his ass all the time. And you seemed pleased with yourself.

"You really had to bring him here?"

You chuckled– an evil laugh, he thought. "I thought you'd be happy to see me dating someone my age." When your eyes met his, you made him feel like your positions were switched. So confident while he was almost throwing a tantrum. "What about you?" you asked. "Dating anyone your age?"

On that topic, Namjoon had more than enough women showing interest. And your father, for some reason, was dead set on finding him a wife. All those blind dates he had to escape from! He was simply not interested. He didn't want to admit it was because he was still thinking about you; that no one else would ever be a good replacement for you. He didn't want to because he didn't plan on coming back to you; he had to be the adult, the mature one, and stay away. It was the logical and the right thing to do. He didn't want to admit that, despite all of his intelligence and reason, he still thought about you... Because if he did this would no longer be just some attraction, just some fucking around. If he admitted it was more, what would happen then?

No... this was good. You had already moved on. Enjoying your life the way you were supposed to, a life he had no room to be in. All he had to do now was follow your example.

"Namjoon..."

That text was sent past 2 am on a rainy night in October. The only text he had gotten from you in months. That was all it said yet it made his stomach tight as if you had moaned his name in his ear. As if he knew exactly why you had texted him; needy in the middle of the night, that measly boy surely unable to satisfy you, knowing exactly who could help you at that moment. Fuck... Perhaps if he replied right then things would go back to how they were a year ago. He didn't. And you didn't text him again.

"Joon! You are staying for the holidays, right? You should spend Christmas with us." Your father was more than happy to share that day meant to be with family, with his best friend. Namjoon was like family anyway, wasn't he? When he tried to come up with an excuse, the other insisted. "See? If you were married now you would have someone to spend Christmas with, but you're not, so you'll come to spend it with our family. My daughter's coming home tomorrow, too. Ah. Could you pick her up 'cause–"

"No. I can't. Too busy."

The man laughed. "It's okay. But I am expecting you for dinner on Christmas!" he said with a pointing finger. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

And so there he was. Sitting right across from you at the table. In the months that had passed, you had gained some weight and he thought you had never looked better. Your face a little fuller, your jeans straining against your round thighs and hips, your breasts fitting your curves just right. The body of a grown woman. All Namjoon could think about was feeling you against him again. And he was mad again... Did your stupid boyfriend have the chance to fuck you like that? He didn't deserve you.

"You didn't bring that boy with you this time..." he commented.

"What, Eric?" your mother answered for you. "They broke up."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, eyes never leaving yours. "Really? How come?"

The corner of your lips turned upwards. "He was just... Too much of a kid."

He hated the way he sighed in relief, the way excitement bubbled in his stomach. He shouldn't be as happy to hear that as he was... He glanced at you again, your hair that had grown longer pushed back to expose your neck. It was getting harder and harder for Namjoon to keep his mind from wandering off to inappropriate things. Along with other parts getting hard.

And then your father spoke. "Joon. You know she's graduating next month, right?" His eyebrows shot up high on his forehead because no– no, he didn't know that. "She's looking for an internship and I thought–"

"Dad..."

"–you could help her get in your company? Maybe you could put in a good word for her?"

"Dad!" Your tone and the way your eyes widened towards your father's way betrayed the fact that the topic hadn't been new, and that you were clearly against the idea.

He looked at you until you finally turned back to face him. And surprising both himself and you, he said: "Yes, of course."

"I'm going to sleep," you announced after the dinner was over and you had helped clean up the table. You gave Namjoon a long glance before you disappeared down the hallway. Your parents had moved to the couch, TV on for some music and a game of cards keeping them busy when their friend asked to go to the bathroom. And you heard a soft knock on your door. "I'm assuming you know that's the wrong door you're knocking at," you spoke before you opened. Already in your sleeping outfit that consisted of an oversized t-shirt and just your panties.

"You knew it was me?" Namjoon whispered, eyes still stuck on your thighs.

"My parents don't knock."

You let him in, closing the door behind you and leaning on it as you looked up at him through your lashes. You both stayed silent for a moment, your breaths the only thing filling the empty, badly lit room. You noticed how he wet his plump lips and bit them while he was examining your face. So close you could smell his aroma, the one you never forgot.

“You don’t have to… you know,” you spoke, referring to your father’s idea. “I know you want to avoid me.”

Namjoon exhaled from his nose as if he was annoyed. “I- It’s not that I want to…”

“I know.” You gulped, finding your mouth wetting too much at the wish of kissing him, along with other parts getting wet. “You don’t want to— you have to.” You dared place your hands on his chest, and instead of pulling away, he leaned into your touch. Feeling his heart beat fast under your fingertips like the way he was breathing. He was slowly losing his mind but he knew he wasn’t the only one. “You don’t have to push me away,” you continued in a low tone. “I know what I’m doing. I’m the one coming to you.”

“Little one…” he rasped, and it had you catching a moan in the back of your throat. Oh, how you longed for his pet names, his voice calling to you lovingly. He stepped even closer. He knew he shouldn’t be there, he shouldn’t be doing this right now… But how could he stop? He wanted you so bad. His hands cupped your cheeks, lips just a breath away from yours, brushing against you as he whispered: “Come work with me… I wanna see you every day.”

The fabric of his shirt pooled in your palms as you grabbed him, closing the tiny gap between you. Both of you sighing in a mixture of relief and impatience as your lips crushed together. The softness only lasted a few seconds before you were moaning and Namjoon was pinning you on the door, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue in like he was trying to devour you. Your arms wrapped around him while his hands traveled down your body, groping you like you were his stress relief toy. Your hips, your ass… He broke the kiss and buried his face in your neck.

“Ah- daddy,” you whined, grinding on him.

Namjoon felt like he was about to cry. “I missed you so much!” he choked out right before latching his teeth on your skin. Your naughty fingers were struggling to unzip his pants quickly and it made him chuckle instead of sob. “Fuck—” he growled. And he pulled back to stare at you with dark eyes. “Such a little slut, so desperate for my cock.” There he was; the Namjoon you knew so well. His words made you shiver.

“Please, daddy. I need you right now.”

He placed a hand on the door right next to your head, while he freed his dick with the other. “Your parents are right outside.”

Ignoring his words, you discarded your panties and took him in your hand, biting your lip. “I can’t wait any longer, need you to fuck me right now, plea-ase!” you whined a little too loud and Namjoon growled, grabbing your legs and lifting you until you straddled his waist, back on the door.

“Gosh, you’ll get daddy in big trouble, baby.” Tip of his cock brushing your wet folds, making your mouth drop. “They might come looking for me.”

“Quick,” you sobbed. “Be quick, please, just— ah!”

He slipped inside and you both gasped. Your legs were shaking at the feeling, eyes rolling back and a moan as quiet as you could manage rumbled through your neck. He got as deep as he could, face scrunching as if he was in pain. You kissed him.

“I’ve missed you, daddy. I’ve missed this so much.”

His head was spinning as he was trying to find the right words, the words that could describe exactly how he felt about you. “I- I-”

Laughter echoed through the house— your mother. You both froze. Namjoon glanced at the doorknob, and then he grabbed it; your parents could walk in at any moment. He didn’t stop though, nothing could stop him now. He angled his hips and started thrusting into you; fast and sloppy because the clock was ticking.

“Daddy…” you mewled, unable to do or say anything else.

Namjoon clasped a hand over your mouth. “Shh,” he demanded. “You better not start screaming like the little whore you are, or they’ll hear us.”

His words had the opposite effect of what he wanted; making you moan harder. And the fact that he had his big hand over your mouth made you not care to keep quiet. Your choked whines along with the wet sounds of his dick slipping in and out of you could definitely be heard from the other side of the door, perhaps even from that couch your father was on had it not been for the music.

“Shit, you—” he growled. He finally dropped his hand from your mouth, wanting to grab your ass to lift you higher, fuck you better.

Your head fell on his shoulder before you decided to bite down on it to stop yourself from screaming as Namjoon’s thick dick drilled into you with no mercy. “So-o good…”

“Yeah?” He sounded out of breath already, yet cocky. “Did you forget what it’s like to have a real man fuck your pussy, baby? That little boy didn’t do shit, did he? He can’t fuck you as good as daddy, right?”

Your nails dug in his back and you felt your brain so rotten like he was about to fuck you to sleep. “I… don’t know…” you mumbled.

Namjoon stopped. He pulled his head slightly back but he couldn’t see your face. “What?” Your body squirmed, trying to chase that high he had just denied you. “What do you mean—”

“I don’t know what he was like,” you whined. “I only thought of you.”

Another laughter, loud voices coming from that couch. It didn’t scare him that much this time, his heart was already racing and he only gave that direction a glance before he was pulling your head back to look into your eyes. Only then did he notice the tear stains on your cheeks, and you sobbed, choked as he thrust into you again.

“I only thought of you, daddy…” you repeated with a whimper. And it had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, pumping into you a couple more times, hard, before he spilled his seed deep inside.

A whisper. “Fuck…” Panting and groaning as he was trying to come to, and you watching his glistening face as he grimaced and bit his lip. He let you down, resting his forehead on the door while he still struggled to collect himself, and you basked in the pride it gave you. You tucked him back in his underwear and zipped him up with a smirk on your lips, seeing how he finally started to be able to focus his eyes on you.

You opened the door slightly and peeked out; your parents were still playing cards on the couch, they didn’t notice you just like they probably hadn’t noticed how long Namjoon was gone for.

“You should go back,” you whispered as you came back into the room. Namjoon kissed you quickly like he was trying to catch you off guard. And then he grabbed your chin, staring down at you, breaths still coming out too hard.

“Don’t fall asleep, baby. I’ll come back to finish what I started when your father goes to bed.”

You smiled, pushing him slightly back yet he wasn’t budging. “Go…” you prompted as you started feeling his cum sipping out of your cunt and slowly running down your thighs.

Namjoon smiled too. “Really. I’ll eat you out till you pass out, baby, I promise.”

In the dark of the room and the rush of the moment, you decided you had no reason not to let your thoughts slip out. “I wish you could just come to sleep in my arms.”

He got a little serious. And he kissed you again, slower than before. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He left through that door, meeting your parents that were happy to see him yet didn’t even bother to point out his long absence. Sitting next to his best friend while his breathing was still shaky from fucking his daughter.

Shit… That girl will get him in so much trouble…

Masterlist

#bts #bangtan #namjoon #rm #kim namjoon #request #drabble #fanfic #oneshot #smut #dilf namjoon #bts drabble #bts smut #namjoon drabble #namjoon smut #namjoon one shot #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #kkklaudiaaa17

[moonctzeny]

Can I request WayV reaction to you suddenly avoiding skinship/intimacy because you don't feel attractive anymore after they rejected you once? (they were tired or just not in the mood at that time)

WayV reaction - you avoid intimacy out of insecurity after they rejected your skinship

warnings: WinWin's gets a tiny bit suggestive, alcohol consumption

▪️Kun

He looked so good when he cooked. You couldn’t stop your eyes from following the veins on his arms as he cut the various vegetables in the smallest of pieces. Your fingers ached to run across their length so you let them, stroking the little hairs in the opposite direction from their growth in the meantime.

“Y/n, not now”, he whines with a strictness in his voice that has you withering away from him.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the cooking, watching Kun in silence until he finally put the dish in the oven to cook. He walks over to your seat on the countertop, fitting himself between your legs. His hands find their place on each of your shoulders, making their way down to your elbows lovingly, yet you go rigid at the feeling and back away from his touch.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Do I annoy you sometimes?”

Kun’s eyebrows shoot up at your question, dropping his hands immediately to wrap them around your wrists instead.

“Never. What makes you think that?”

“You seemed pretty annoyed at me when you were cooking earlier”

His face stays frozen for a second, trying to figure out what exactly you were talking about. You’re taken aback when he starts to laugh light-heartedly, planting a kiss on your pouty lips.

“I didn’t tell you to stop because I didn’t like you touching me, baby. I needed you to stop because I liked it too much”

▪️Ten

You avoided his kisses like the plague. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you, usually your nights visiting his dorm consisted of the both of you cuddling each other to death, napping in sheets that smelled of him and inviting the cats that snuggled between you. However now, the more he tried to approach you, the more you scooted away from him, and your excuses were starting to run out.

“Are you avoiding me or something?”

You shake your head negatively, avoiding eye contact so that he doesn’t see through you. But Ten is intuitive, especially when it comes to you, so he repeats the question again until he gets a sigh as an answer.

“You told me off pretty badly when I tried to kiss you an hour ago you know…”

“When I was drawing? You pushed my hand on accident and I missed like, half of my work!”

When he sees you continuing to be visibly upset at him, despite his light and teasing tone, he lifts your hand from your lap to his lips, kissing your wrist, then your palm, then your ring finger.

“I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t”, he leans over to peck your lips mid-sentence, and his voice is too soothing for you to resist him, “You know how much I love to kiss you.”

As if to prove his point he brings you closer again, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you deepening it.

“I could taste your lips forever”

▪️WinWin

▪️WinWin

Your boyfriend was never big on skinship and you knew. You understood his paranoia of holding hands in public, even with sunglasses and a big mask covering half of his handsome face. Being a celebrity isn’t easy and you had come to terms with that, but you didn’t know he would react so coldly to you in this private party with his members being the only ones invited.

You were a little tipsy, holding on to Sicheng’s arm for stability, and admittedly you just wanted a little love from your boyfriend. Pulling his hair out of his eyes, you pucker your lips at him, waiting for a kiss that never came.

“What is up with you today? You’re all over me!”

The drive home was quiet, your whole body facing away from him, eyes staring outside the window or anywhere else but him. You weren’t angry, just sad if anything else, and Sicheng felt he had enough when you started to storm off to your shared bedroom without him. A hand on your wrist stops you abruptly.

“Why are you like this? You’ve been quiet ever since we left the party”

“Do you not find me attractive anymore?”

The filter between your brain and mouth had vanished from the alcohol, shocking Sicheng with your candor.

“What on earth makes you think that?”

“You never kiss me in front of your friends. It’s like you're embarrassed of being seen with me…”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrow, almost meeting on the base of his forehead before he pushes you up against the entrance door. The kiss he initiates is full of passion and something animalistic that you’ve always thought looks good on him. It isn't long before the hands that you so desperately needed on your body before formed bruises on the skin over your hipbones.

“The reason why I don’t kiss you in public is because I won’t be able to stop, not when you always look so pretty. And then I will make you look needy and breathless and messy, just like you do right now. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. You’re too damn beautiful. You’re mine.”

▪️Lucas

Skinship and Lucas were synonyms when it came to your relationship. He loved getting to touch you at all times, whether it was a big, suffocating hug or just his large hands on the small of your back. You were barely awake when your boyfriend came back to your apartment, his busy schedule with SuperM keeping his side of the bed colder than you’d like. He didn’t even bother to wash up, just took his clothes off and covered himself up with your shared duvet and his chest facing your own. Satisfied with his mere presence, you scoot over, and lay one arm over his waist, bringing yourself closer. It was a shock to you when he turned to the other side, unwrapping your arm in the process and letting it fall in the space between you.

You decided not to address the incident that left a sting to your heart the next morning, spending the whole day with Lucas since it was rare for him to be free of any schedules. It was absolutely lovely, from the movie you watched to the homemade food you prepared for the both of you. Until the sun set again.

“Are you going back to your dorm now?”, you ask him while doing the dishes, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you prefer sleeping in your own bed. Alone.”

Your back is facing him but you can sense the pout forming on his handsome features. You feel his body heat as he comes closer to you and wraps his arms around you, only for you to squirm away from his hold and pat your hands dry, leaving the sink.

“What’s wrong?”, Lucas asks quietly, his eyes doubling in size.

“It’s just that last night when I tried to cuddle you to sleep you avoided me… It’s okay if you don’t want to crash here you know-”

“Babe, babe”, he starts, taking your hands in his, “I was dirty and sweaty last night. I didn’t have the energy to shower and I felt gross. I would never reject a night with you”

“Really?”

“Really. Now how about we go to bed and I give you those cuddles that I owe you?”

▪️Xiaojun

It was rare to see Xiaojun be so frustrated with anything. He’d been sitting on that same spot of the bed for hours now, guitar propped up on his lap and a blank sheet of paper in front of him. You tried to relieve his stress anyway you could, massaging his shoulders, kissing his cheek every time he sighed. And while your boyfriend accepted them at first, soon you saw him bend away from your acts of affection, so much so that you were worried about whether you have angered him.

An icky feeling weighed you down when he kept ignoring you as time went by, realizing that today was not the day you’d get the quality time you craved from your boyfriend. Quiet so as not to bother him, you start to collect your things and pack them back into your bag, the sound of the zipper finally catching Xiaojun’s attention.

“Where are you going?”

“You seem busy. I’ll come by another day”

“No no no!”, he exclaims, swiftly pulling his guitar aside, “I was looking forward to seeing you”

“Well you don’t seem to want any love from me right now. We can reschedule our date night for another time”

You didn’t expect him to jump up on his feet so quickly, neither to pull you into a hug as tight. His words come out muffled from your hair that is covering his mouth as he kisses it.

“Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry I was ignoring you”

“No, I’m sorry if I overstepped your personal space”

You soothe out the wrinkles that have formed between his pretty eyebrows with your thumb, taking a moment to appreciate his warm smile before he brings you into a long kiss.

“I’m stuck on this song that I’m writing. Maybe I just need inspiration”

▪️Hendery

“Why are you looking in the mirror so much?”

In the span of the last hour you managed to feel insecure over your hair, your skin, your choice of clothing. You thought you were being subtle when checking out yourself, the reflection only making you wanna shrink even more with every quick glance.

“Do you still find me as attractive as you did when we first met? Like do you ever get butterflies on your stomach anymore?”

“Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”

You sigh, rubbing your face in embarrassment. Being content in yourself was a challenge on its own, even more so when your boyfriend looked like that.

“When we first started dating we were all over each other. I wouldn’t even make it past your bedroom door before you kissed me everywhere. Ten called us disgusting all the time.”

“And?”

“And now it’s been an hour since I came here and you haven’t even touched me...”

Hendery sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair defeatedly. With a soft hand motion he encourages you to come lie next to him on his bed, cupping your face before leaving a kiss on your lips.

“When we first started dating I couldn’t believe you were mine. I had this urgency in me like I had to taste as much of you as I could. Like you would slip away from my fingers, but-”

“But?”

Hendery takes your hand in his, and starts a trail of shiver-inducing kisses from your wrist up to your shoulder, so slow that you thought he’d never finish his sentence.

“But I realized that it wasn’t fair to you. I want to love you like we have a lifetime ahead, not like our time is running out. I want to love you like you deserve, and I want to take my time”

▪️Yangyang

He was playing that damn video game again. Yangyang always looked so cute when he was concentrating so heavily, lips pursed in a pout and eyes following the different players on the screen. Desperate to feel the softness of his hoodie and comfort on his embrace you come closer to him, attempting to sit on his lap.

“He’s behind you! Shoot! Shoot!” You jump up from your seat along with him, wrapping your hands around his neck to keep your balance. “Babe not now! You made me miss the screen!”

Hurt by his sharp tone and volume of his voice you start to get up, hating the burning feeling of the fresh tears that begged to escape the corners of your eyes.

Yangyang’s grip on your elbow stops you before you leave his lap, a worried look painted on his face.

“What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

“You know sometimes you get so into your games that you yell at me over nothing…”

His pretty face falls into a frown, whole body rigid and focused on your sad expression.

“Baby, come here”

Throwing one leg over his lap, Yangyang turns you around in his hold so that you’re facing him. His fingers pet your hair until you close your eyes in bliss, your breath slowing down until it matches his.

“You’re right. I’m so, so sorry if I said something that hurt you. Will you please stay here? You’re my lucky charm. My beautiful, lucky charm that fits right into my lap”

You smile at his sweet words, letting your head rest against his neck and enjoying the little backrubs he gave you until he felt you were fully relaxed. You easily fell asleep in his arms, your sweet dreams interrupted only from the kisses he left on your temples.

#wayv reactions #nct reactions #wayv fluff #nct fluff #wayv #lucas scenarios #ten lee #nct ten #wayv xiaojun #wayv angst #nct angst #wayv yangyang #wayv hendery #liu yangyang #kun wayv #wayv x reader #winwin scenarios #wayv drabbles #nct drabbles #nct imagines #wayv imagines

[fallinfl0wers]

May request prompt

"Even if we're far apart, I'll keep singing for you with all my love." Unbalance Shadow - ZOOL

For Haruka from i7 please?

7. “Even if we’re far apart, I’ll keep singing for you with all my love.” Unbalance Shadow - ZOOL from the lyric prompt list! thank you for your request!! i love haruka so so so much, he's my favorite character in i7! >< also! i'm trying a slightly new format that i'll be aplying to my future posts! i'll also start editing the old ones just beause,, yeah i think it looks cute. the colored letters aren't part of the format, but i felt like they fit here so lol on a slightly sadder note, the first draft of this got deleted on accident and i had been sulking about it for a while but lol here we are warnings: gn reader, light hurt/comfort, fluff, long-distance relationships, set sometime in the future of i7's story, though this is pretty much fluff without plot,,, word count: 1623 words

"Up next are Natsume-san and Isumi-san, three minutes!" the voice of a staff member makes him look up from the screen of his phone, where he had been aimlessly scrolling down on his SNS while the hairstylists did his hair.

"Yeah, understood." He answers, putting his phone down on the table as a makeup artist retouches his makeup.

The young idol then walked alongside his unitmate to enter the dark stage, adjusting his in-ear monitor as he sat down on the chair preppared for him beforehand, surrounded by the expectant, excited whispers of the audience who waved their lightsticks in support for their favorite idols. Scanning the audience with his eyes, he clutched his microphone.

The spotlights landed on the two idols as the music started to play and they could hear the cheering of their fans before they quieted down, in order to hear their singing.

"I wandered, lost in my loneliness like a desert without roads."

Haruka Isumi didn't need anyone at his side to be the best, everyone will just drop him the moment the next shiny, newest toy appears in front of them. At least, that's what his experience had taught him.

"There, a single, tiny flower became the melody of love."

Then everything happened. ZOOL happened. But more importantly, you happened.

He, who didn't care for almost anything anymore, became infatuated with you. He fell in love with you, who always looked at him and appreciated him, you, who always supported him and never laughed at him.

"My tears suddenly fell, shaking the green leaves."

You, who helped him through each and every one of his worst moments and were there to laugh with him during his best moments, you, who were both his best friend and his dear, dear lover.

"Wow, 'the weaker you become...'"

You, who always supported him on his dreams and were the first one to congratulate him on everything he achieved.

You, who he was now supporting as you walked to your own dreams.

You, who were walking towards your dreams, far, far away from him.

"(So, don't look back)."

"'...the kinder...'"

You, who he hoped woke up earlier than usual today just to see him singing live even if it was through a computer.

"(Sharing, big love)."

"'...you'll become.' Your gentle warmth taught me that."

You, who taught him everything he knew about romantic love, who showed him that there was more to people than hatred and betrayal. So warm and gentle, you always made him feel like he belonged somewhere.

But you're not next to him, not anymore. Not physically, at least.

But, that's alright. It hurts, it hurts so much and it makes him anxious constantly even if he'd never admit it out loud. But that's alright.

"Like the falling rain, we are not alone."

That's alright, even if it hurts and it brings scary, unwanted thoughts into his mind, it's alright. It's alright, because he knows you're doing what you love just like he is.

And it's alright, because he's not the weak, arrogant crybaby he was when you met. He's stronger now, he has grown up, he's mature. He can handle this. He can keep this going. He can support you without crying every night for your absence.

"Beneath this wide sky, even if you're on the other side of the world, I'm thinking--"

"--of you again today."

It's alright, because he knows you've grown up as well, he knows neither of you is a stupid, oh so stupid and inexperienced highschooler like when you first met. He knows, you both can be stronger than this distance.

"(Unbalance, Unbalance)."

"Look, the crescent moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

He knows this, and still...

He can't help but get worried, sometimes.

"(Unbalance, Unbalance)."

"I want to envelop everything..."

He can't help but worry that you'll get tired of this. Tired of him always being busy, of your schedules never matching, of how he still has to keep you as a secret to protect you from the tabloids and his crazed fans. Worry that you might find someone who has less trouble giving affection, someone who can love you better than him.

Though all his worries wash away, everytime you send him a picture of his newest merchandise that just arrived to your apartment and a cute stamp through RabbitChat at ungodly hours for him, followed by the usual voice note saying 'i love you'.

He knows you have your own fears about it all, as well. But he's told you, over and over again, without ever feeling annoyed, that he only has eyes for you, no matter how many pretty actresses and idols try to snatch him away, the only person he loves in that way is you and only you.

There has never been anyone else but you inside his heart.

You're the only one Haruka wants to spend his whole life with, the only one who can fully understand him and love him.

"...Just as the gentle wind loves the sea..."

And no matter how longer you may have to be apart, how many people you both will meet and how many worries there will be in between before you can next meet again, he wants to and will make sure to remind you daily that he loves you and will love you until he takes his last breath.

"Even if we're far apart, I'll keep singing for you with all my love."

He lifts his gaze to look at the camera with a content sparkle hidden in his eyes, once his next line comes around.

"I wish you--"

("I got a scholarship to finish my college studies overseas, Haruka!" You told him a couple years ago.)

"--happiness."

("I'll be here waiting for you to comeback when you're ready." He called your name that night at the airport, hugging you close before you took off.)

"This seed of happiness that I touched exists to protect the person I love."

("It must be hard for you, isn't it? You don't need to call me every day if you're too tired to do it. I can wait for as long as you need.")

"Our words dissolve in the twilight."

("Nonsense! I... am, tired, but! You must be tired too, right? Get some rest, I'll hang up if you promise you're going to rest too!")

"That seed of happiness that you touched reaches out to someone I don't know."

("I saw that selfie you posted with those two from ainana, I'm so happy to see you really have friends!" "Why did you even doubt that?!" "I worry about you, since I can't see you everyday and all that...")

"Because the circle of love that connects us lights up tomorrow."

("I miss you." "I know, I miss you too." "Let's try to meet during my summer break?" "I already told you, didn't I? I can wait for as long as you need, dummy.")

"Look, it has started to rain."

("Isn't it almost midnight there? Go to sleep." "But I wanna talk more with you..." "You're so hopeless... Go on, sleep, I'm not going anywhere until you sleep." "Hehehe, can I get a lullaby from you before I sleep?" "There's no helping it, right? You really get needy when it's late at night." "But you love anyway, so it works out...~")

"I want to envelop everything, Shadow."

("...Yeah, I love you.")

"Today's live was amazing, Haruka!" Your voice tells him through the phone while he layed down on his bed, late at night in his timezone. "Everyone was so cool, but you were the coolest! The whole time you were on screen I was all like 'Yes this is my boyfriend just look at him go he's so amazing!!!'"

He chuckled at your words, a loving gaze softening his gaze while he listened to your voice.

"I know, right? Praise me more, praise me more~ But only after you tell me, did you sleep early yesterday to wake up early today?"

"I totally did! I wouldn't miss one of your shows if I can help it!"

Though most of the times you couldn't.

He still felt his heartbeat race up at your support.

"You're so cute, did you know that?"

"Eh-? Why tell me that all of a sudden?!"

"Because..." He yawned. "I want to." You went silent for a second, before speaking again.

"You're tired, aren't you? You should go to sleep..."

"No... wanna talk to you more..."

He can already hear your tender smile just from your words alone.

"Go ahead, Haruka. You did well today, you deserve some rest."

"Do I get a lullaby from you to sleep?"

You chuckled.

"Yeah, of course. You are so needy when it's late at night..."

"Like you're one to talk."

"I know, I know."

He smiles, hearing you giggle through the phone.

"I wish I could hold you until you fell asleep right now... But since I can, you'll have to do with me singing my new favorite song for you~"

"'s okay, I like your voice. I'd listen to your voice the whole day if you wanted me to."

"Then... I'll start..." You cleared your throat, and he couldn't help but smile to himself again when he heard the lyrics of his duet song with Minami.

You're not a singer like he is, and you of course haven't trained your voice for as long as he has, he knows that and he still loves the sound of your singing voice.

He drifts off to sleep with your voice as his lullaby, and he knows you both hold true to the lyrics for as long as you need to.

"Even if we're far apart, I'll keep singing for you with all my love...~"

#idolish7 #idolish seven #idolish7 headcanons #idolish7 x reader #haruka isumi #idolish7 zool #idolish7 imagines #haruka isumi x reader #isumi haruka x reader #isumi haruka #melodywritings #melwritesainana

[cal-puddies]

it was only a kiss || poly!lashton

big shouts to @kindahoping4forever for helping me power through this arc, ready for the next one?

Poly! Lashton: the blow job || daddy’s home || cream pie || take the pleasure, take it with the pain || all at once this is enough || caught in between || take my heart, hit the back || daddy issues || needy || only you know the way that I break || picked all my weeds but kept the flowers || people are people and sometimes we change our minds

Luke sighs as he walks out of the hotel room. He figures some time at the pool won’t hurt, it’ll give you a chance to recover from the nights activities, and allow Ash to worry you and only you. 

He scoped out a chair before going to grab a towel, he checks his phone as he goes to toss it on the chair he wanted, but a second towel lands right next to his and he looks up. 

The guy grins at Luke and Luke finds him attractive, so opposite of the things he loves about Ashton, his hair is dark, a stark contrast to Ash’s blonde. He has deep brown eyes and a contagious smile. He bites his lip as he grins at the man.

“You can have it.” Luke offers, reaching for his towel to plop it in the next chair over. 

“I just liked this one because it was so far away from everyone else.” The man admits. 

Luke lets out a laugh, “me too actually. Give me some peace and quiet.” 

“Well, there’s two chairs and I promise to be quiet if you don’t mind if I stay.” The man offers. He holds his hand out to Luke, “I’m Oliver, by the way.” 

“Luke.” He shakes his hand, “I don’t mind, you can stay.” He nods. 

They sit quietly for a while, Luke can feel Oliver eying him but he ignores it. “You here alone Luke?” Oliver finally asks. 

“No… I’m here with my partner.” He drops the ‘s’ to make it less confusing, but he’s not sure whether he’d bring up you or Ash if asked. “What about you?” 

“Just some friends, needed a break from reality.” Oliver explains. 

“Yeah, us too. A lot going on in our lives right now.” Luke nods. 

“So, where is your partner?” He asks, with a charming, but leading lilt in his voice. 

“He’s upstairs, wanted to relax in the room a little more.” Luke shrugs, not trying to dole out his whole personal life. 

“You guys been together long?” 

Luke thinks for a minute, “7 years…? Holy shit, yeah, 7 years.” 

“And you said ‘he’?” 

“Yeah, Ashton. He’s fucking amazing. I still don’t know how I got him.” Luke chuckles. 

“Well he’d be stupid not to be into you, honestly.” Oliver gently touches Luke’s arm. 

And Luke doesn’t think anything more of it, the two of them spend the entire day chatting and hanging out by the pool, until Ollie’s friends come to find him for their dinner plans. They exchange numbers and Luke heads back to the room. 

He finds you asleep with your head in Ashton’s lap, he was gently running his fingers through your hair. 

Luke leans in to peck Ash on the lips, “is she ok?” 

“She cried a lot today and compounded with the fact that she was super sore from last night, just been a tough day.” Ash smiles sadly at him. 

Luke rubs his hand very gently on your lower back, “did you guys eat dinner?” 

“No, not yet, why don’t you go shower? And I’ll get her up and moving.” Ash leans up to kiss him again. 

When Luke wakes up the next morning, he’s barely thinking about the two in his bed, he had such a good time with Ollie, he was excited to spend another day with him. They were heading to the beach just beyond the pool today. 

You and Ash had been undecided on what to do today, so he was happy to already have a plan. 

And then Luke really only sees you briefly before bed or as he’s getting ready and you are typically still in bed and Ash is up reading the news and getting in the first cup of coffee sludge in. 

“Where are you off to so early?” Ash asks after a week of early days. 

“Uh… I made a friend. He invited me to go with his friends to go snorkeling. What are you guys up to?” Luke asks, pulling a backpack over his shoulders. 

“Not sure yet… wanna get dinner with us?” 

“I’ll try and be back early enough for that.” Luke nods, leaning in to kiss Ash. 

Luke grins at Oliver as he hands him a beer. They’d been out on the boat all day, in and out of the water. 

“So tell me more about Ash.” Ollie prompts. 

“He’s great… so handsome, takes really good care of me, has a dominant streak that I love. But, It’s a little more complicated.” Luke shrugs, feeling his buzz. 

“Complicated? How is anything complicated with someone as great as you?” Ollie asks, nonchalantly. 

“We… have a girlfriend.” He shrugs. 

“You share a girlfriend with your boyfriend?” He clarifies. “Of course, a catch like you couldn’t have just one partner.” Ollie smirks. 

“Something like that. We don’t really talk about it… but we’re here because she just had a really traumatic life event and this is how Ash helps us collect ourselves. To regroup.” Luke finishes his beer and gets up for another. “Sex is incredible though, with both of them.” 

“Can’t do a lot of regrouping if you aren’t with them,” Ollie says, raising an eyebrow when Luke looks at him. 

“Well… like I said, she needs him right now.” Luke shrugs. 

“But she doesn’t need you?” 

“I’m sure she does, but she’ll come to me in her time. We just have a very… natural flow between the three of us. She’ll tell me when she needs me close.” He nods, “oh shit… what time is it? I told

them I’d be back for dinner.” Luke reaches for his phone, but it’s definitely dead from being in the middle of the ocean all day. 

“Well, we're gonna have to be heading back soon, maybe you can ask them to wait.” Ollie shrugs. 

“Nope. No service out here and my phone is dead anyway.” He sighs, “shit.” 

“They’ll understand, especially if they’re as great as you say they are.” 

“No, they are… they are. Ash just specifically asked me to come to dinner tonight. Shit.” He groans. But it doesn’t stop him from drinking two more beers as they head back in. 

Luke makes his way up to the room, it’s dark outside so he knows he likely missed dinner. 

“Hey guys!” He greets, walking in the room. 

“Luke!” You smile at him, and you look so excited. “Guess what we did today!” 

He plops next to you on the couch and leans in for a quick kiss, “what’s that baby girl?” He smiles, cupping your cheek. 

“We went to the dole plantation!! It was really Cool, we got some pineapples, I ate alll the dole whip I could.” 

“Which was a lot.” Ash laughs, coming back in. Luke gets pouty. “And you missed dinner.” 

“I know I tried to get back here in time. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to the dole plantation today? I wanted to go.” 

“We decided last minute. We tried to call and text but we didn’t get a response.” Ash shrugs. 

“You knew I was going snorkeling with friends today, I told you this morning.” Luke argues, getting exasperated. 

“Don’t get mad at me. You made your choice. Just wanted to take this one to do something fun.” Ash says, kissing the top of your head. 

“Sorry Peachy, didn’t know you’d want to go.” You frown at him. 

“It’s ok baby girl.” Luke kisses your nose and pushes up off the couch. 

“You should try this though.” You say, offering him a piece of the pineapple from the plate you’re holding. He leans over and lets you stick it in his mouth. 

“It’s delicious. Thank you for sharing.” He makes his way to the bathroom for a shower. 

He’s annoyed with Ashton though, he knows he told him what he was doing today, and he should have known he’d be unreachable. And why wouldn’t Luke want to also experience the Dole plantation. He’s not happy about how this went down. But when he’s done with his shower, he sees that Ollie has texted and asked about dinner. Luke admits that he missed it, so Ollie invites him down to the bar for drinks and some food and he agrees, he’s starving all of a sudden. 

“Where ya goin?” You ask as Luke opens the door. 

“I’m just gonna go get some food, pretty girl. I’ll be back.” He assures you. 

“Ok… miss you Peachy.” 

“I won’t be too long.” He promises.

But after a couple drinks, lots of laughs and some food, Luke and Oliver decide to go to the beach. 

“It’s dark… isn’t it dangerous?” Oliver laughs. 

“No Ollie! We’re not getting in, let’s just go sit, under the stars.” Luke grabs his hand and drags him out to the beach. “Beautiful night!” Luke declares, plopping In the sand, waving his hand toward the sky. He giggles, pulling Ollie down with him. “Now, I’ve told you about me, what about you?” Luke grins. 

“What about me?�� Ollie asks, finally settling in next to Luke. He moves a little closer so they are shoulder to shoulder. 

“Are you seeing anyone? Special someone back home?” 

“Ah… no my ex and I broke up like… 4 months ago. He was cheating on me, so I just…” he shrugs. 

“Good riddance. You deserve better than that anyway.” Luke nods. 

If he was sober, he would notice the way Ollie keeps looking at him, the way he keeps finding ways to touch him, and he’s just staring at Luke’s lips. 

But he’s not sober and he seems to be encouraging it, touching him back, constantly turning to smile at him, doing anything he can to make him laugh. 

Luke lays back in the sand, “what are you doing tomorrow? I’ve heard there are amazing waterfalls around here.” He asks. “Maybe we can go for a hike.” 

“Sounds good to me.” Ollie shrugs, laying back. 

Luke hums, “we're gonna have to get a late start, I’m drunk.” He grins. “I’ll need to sleep in… speaking of… what time is it? I told my girl I’d be back.” 

“And yet… here you are…” Ollie whispers, “it’s 1:30.” 

“Nope. I gotta go. She shared her pineapple.” Luke murmurs, jumping up. “I’ll text you when I get up.” He takes off back to the hotel without even waiting for Ollie to get up. 

Ashton is in bed, you’re on the couch when he gets back. “Hey peachy.” You greet, giving him a sad smile, “thought you were coming right back?” You mention. 

“I know, I’m sorry baby girl.” He sighs, leaning over to kiss your cheek, “I got caught up.” 

“I just wanted to make sure you made it back.” You whisper, getting up to head to bed. 

“Baby girl.” He whispers, “I love you. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s your vacation too.” You shrug, “love you.” 

Ash tries to wake him up in the morning, but Luke batted him away and mentions he has plans. 

“Ok… well don’t get mad at me if we do something you wanted to do.” Ash huffs. 

Luke’s sweating as they hike, and he kinda feels like shit from being hungover, but he’s doing his best. “So what do you do?” He asks Oliver. 

“I teach music, at a high school… choir, music appreciation, music history, and I help with marching band.” He shrugs. 

“Oh, that’s really cool.” Luke exclaims. 

“What about you?” Oliver stops short in front of Luke. 

“Oh… uh… I guess you’d say I’m more of a kept man.” 

“Oh? You don’t work? At all?” He asks, now following Luke. 

“I mean I have responsibilities, but Ash takes care of us. Gets us what we need and want. Like… like I said the sex is spectacular, I do chores around the house and help with whatever Ash needs help with.” 

“Ok… so you are a kept man. What did you want to do?” 

“I never really had a chance to decide. I was fresh out of college when Ash and I got together, got my degree in business. I was just working at a clothing store and eventually Ash was just like you hate it so much so just quit and be here and that was that. I didn’t argue because I did hate it that much, and he never asked me to pay any bills and wouldn’t take money when I offered.” Luke shrugs.

Ollie nods, “and your girl?”

“Also kept… she gets a little more control than I do typically but I like it that way.” Luke stops and looks at the waterfall they’ve come upon. “Shit, this is gorgeous,” he murmurs. And he wishes you were there, because you’d love this, and for a second, he feels like he’s doing this with the wrong person, he should be with his people. 

Oliver is taking his shirt off and jumping in the water. Luke definitely notices his toned body, and he takes his shirt off to jump in too. He notices as Oliver stays close and touches him, thinks it must be an accident when Oliver’s hand grazes the front of his swimmers multiple times. 

“So… based on all the info you’ve given me, you must be in some sort of dom/sub situation?” Ollie boldly asks. 

“Yeah… something like that. That would definitely be how I’d describe my bedroom experiences.” He laughs, “but not so much the rest of our lives. We’re just there for each other I guess… I don’t know how to describe it. Making them smile and happy is the best thing I do.” 

He notices Ollie’s gotten close and he thinks maybe it’s too close, so he backs up a little, and then heads back to where they dropped their shirts and bags. 

“We should head back. It’s gonna be late anyway.” He mentions, quickly drying his chest and putting his shirt on. 

They keep up their normal banter all the way back to the hotel, and Luke waves him off as he heads to the room. 

Luke sees you pressed to Ash when he comes in, you say hi and he heads off for a shower and collapses on the bed, checking his phone. 

He has dinner with you, where you let slip Ash doesn’t know how to talk to him about him; and it keeps him up all night. What could Ash want to talk about? Luke’s done his best to stay out of the way. Is Ash jealous? 

He adores it when you come out in the morning and straddle him. Even if things are weird with Ash, at least you don’t seem to be upset with him. And then he agrees to spend time with you guys. 

But Ollie is texting a bunch, and he figures it couldn’t hurt to have him join you guys for lunch. Maybe Ash would feel better if he met him. 

But he can tell pretty quickly it’s not going well. He watches you shut down first, as Ollie makes pass after pass at you. You cross your arms over your chest and your face says your fuming. He tries to distract him from that point forward. 

Luke frowns as you and Ash take off, he did not expect things to go so poorly. “What the fuck was that? They’re not usually like this.” He promises Ollie. “I can’t believe they acted like that.” He hums, still staring after his partners.

“You wanna come hang in my room for a bit? Let them cool down. We can talk about it?” 

Luke feels awkward the second he steps in Ollie’s room, but he ignores it. 

“Luke.” Ollie says, and Luke turns to face him, Ollie presses his lips to Luke’s. 

And for a few seconds, Luke lets it happen before snapping out of it. He gently pushes Ollie away. “What are you doing? You just met my partners.” 

“Luke… you’ve spent all this time talking about how great they are, but you've basically spent this entire trip with me. we’ve been having a good time, we’ve got a good vibe. I thought you were feeling this too.” 

“I’ve never said I was open to anything. I’ve got the two people I need, it was just nice to have a friend.” 

“Keep telling yourself that Luke. There’s obviously something deeper there.” 

“I have to go, lose my number.” He brushes past Ollie, out of the room, and hurries toward the elevators. He can feel the tears in his eyes as he steps off and heads back to the room. 

“Ash… we need to talk.”

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[kazziesangel-moved]

First time for everything, including snuggles.

Summary: Self indulgent thing I wrote after getting a fic idea from a Kaz x listener asmr thingy I found yesterday morning ^w^

Word count: 1550

Genre: Fluff

Warning: N/A other than cringy writing

Anything else: This takes place shortly after Kaz and I started dating (aka a long time ago). *Oh and this is okay to reblog*

“Hey Kaz, I’m here.” Not hearing anything but music from the other side of the door in response, Becca quietly sighed and knocked on the door again, this time louder. After still no response, she started to get annoyed but she did hear the music quiet down a little so Becca figured he didn’t hear her and he let it slide. Pulling out her phone, she sent a quick “hey, im outside your lodge” text instead of knocking, hoping he would get that at least. 

Hearing the music stop suddenly, she figured he got her text, which she was right about when the door opened almost immediately and she was met with an excited Kazuichi covered in oil stains. She couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was, even with oil stains..

“Hi cutie.. come on in.. just stay near the door so you don’t risk getting hurt while I clean up okay?” 

Walking in and shutting the door behind her, Becca slightly smiled as Kazuichi quickly started to clean up a bit. Although she never minded the mess whenever she stopped by, he insisted on cleaning up at least a little, which Becca let slide since she knew she was clumsy and would probably break something. After a couple minutes of silence though, Becca decided to break the silence, remembering why she was here to begin with. 

“So.. you said you wanted to ask me something, and you said to get a bunch of free time. I’m here and I have the rest of the day free now.. What’s up?” 

“Oh that? Um...well, I wanted to ask if you wanted to.. cuddle.. w-with me?” Becca felt her own cheeks heat up as she blinked a couple times and took a second to make sure she was hearing right. In reality, she’s wanted to cuddle with Kazuichi ever since they started dating but she was always too nervous to ask, especially since this would be their first time cuddling. 

Noticing Becca hesitate, Kazuichi grew nervous and immediately started to try and backtrack, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. “I mean, only if you want to and.. I can shower first of course. And change so I don’t ruin your clothes with oil stains since I’ve probably got a bunch on my jumpsuit right now and-”

She couldn’t help but smile at how cute Kazuichi was when he got flustered as she walked over and grabbed his hand, effectively interrupting him and making him blush a bit when he intertwined their fingers together. 

“I’d love to. And don’t worry about the oil stains-or the smell..” Becca paused to hug him but quickly let go after a couple seconds and after she realized just how tense he was. “...I don’t mind either.” 

“R-Really?” At Becca’s nod, Kazuichi couldn’t help but grin as he felt his cheeks heat up even more. “I do wanna at least change first so i’ll be right back. You can get comfy while you wait if you want.” With that, Kazuichi gave Becca a kiss on the cheek, grabbed some clean clothes from the closet and walked out of the room, leaving Becca there for a little bit. 

Deciding to take his advice, Becca went to go sit down on the bed, although she noticed something carelessly stuffed in between the bed and the endtable beside it. Making sure Kazuichi wasn’t back yet, she laid down and carefully reached beside the bed to pick it up-figuring it could be important despite how it looks carelessly shoved. 

Succeeding in picking it up, she set it aside although her eyes couldn’t help but skim the title. At the words “Cuddling for dummies”, Becca couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Kazuichi preparing so much for their first time snuggling together-even if that meant reading through some manual for dummies. 

Hearing Kazuichi’s footsteps, Becca set the manual aside and quickly got comfy trying to play it off like she didn’t even glance at the manual at all, even though she did. Laying her head down on the pillow, she couldn’t help but happily sigh at how comfortable the bed was as she felt her eyes close. Although the last thing she wanted was to fall asleep, the bed was just so comfy. 

“Falling asleep without me, dear?” At the pet name, Becca’s eyes opened in a flash as her face flushed and she glanced towards the mechanic who had just come back. Although he didn’t jump her too much, it was the pet name that got to her the most. 

“Did you just call me.. Dear?” It was silent for a few seconds as Kazuichi realized what he said as his face flushed as well. 

“Y-Yeah.. You don’t mind it, do you? I can think of another pet name if you want, I just thought it would be sweet and it’d fit since you’re dear to me and-”

“Hey, it’s okay, I don’t mind. You’re dear to me too” Noticing him sigh in relief that he didn’t already ruin the moment, Becca turned to lay on her side as she reached out towards the mechanic, making grabby motion with her hands. “Now come here, I was promised cuddles.” 

Chuckling at Becca being needy, he walked over to the bed and threw his clothes (beanie included) by the hamper. He’d care if he missed the hamper later-right now Kazuichi wanted snuggles. As Kazuichi got into bed snuggled closer, he started to realize he had no idea what he was doing and his heart raced a bit. 

Sure, he read the manual but his thoughts about him ruining the snuggles kept racing and he got lost in his head-up until Becca lightly nudged him to bring him back down to earth. 

“What’s wrong? We don’t have to cuddle at all if you don’t want to.” As soon as that sentence left Becca’s mouth, Kazuichi hugged her even closer, not wanting her to leave. 

“No, I want you to. I’m just.. This is the first time I’ve ever cuddled somebody.. I’ve never.. I mean, do I just hold you or..”  Becca couldn’t help but smile at him thinking about her as she snuggled closer, leaning up to place a kiss on Kazuichi’s cheek. 

“Well.. I know about the cuddles for dummies manual you have so.. Why don’t you start with that?” The livestreamer had never seen Kazuichi’s face get so red outside of their first kiss but she couldn’t help but smile. He was just so cute even when blushing like a tomato. 

“Oh you found that.. That’s a little embarrassing but.. It’s worth a shot I mean.. I could just..” He paused to take a deep breath and wrap his arms around Becca more, pulling her even closer than he already was-like he was almost scared she’d leave if he let go. “..Hold you-if you’d like that of course.”

All he got was a smile and a nod rather than a verbal response but he sighed in relief and snuggled closer. Although he never had the chance to snuggle anyone so this was his introduction to cuddles, he felt safe with Becca. And thinking about it, he realized he never wanted cuddles from anyone else-he only felt this comfortable with her..and he loved that. He loved her. 

Noticing Kazuichi getting lost in his thoughts again, Becca leaned up and gave him another kiss, smiling when she noticed him come back to earth again and glance at her. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” 

“You...” Surprised at the lack of hesitance, she smiled at him and adjusted a little, lightly propping herself up so she could glance at him without hurting her neck. Although Kazuichi being so quick to admit he was thinking of her made Becca nervous, the feeling of Kazuichi’s hand cupping her cheek and rubbing it with his thumb calmed her nerves as she leaned into his touch. 

“I’m flattered. You sounded like you wanted to continue that thought though before I moved..”  

“You know, I..” Taking a deep breath to calm his own nerves down, Kazuichi glanced away from Becca, seemingly embarrassed although he didn’t move his hand from her cheek at all. “..I’d do anything for you..I mean, you’re just so amazing and beautiful and I.. I love you, you know..”  

At the love confession, Becca’s eyes widened as she glanced at him. Although they were technically dating now, even if it hasn’t been for long, this was the first time either of them had said those words. Her gaze quickly softened though and she lightly placed her hands on Kazuichi’s shoulders as she kissed him with a smile.

“I love you too..now why don’t we go fix some cars or something together? I can tell you’re getting restless.” Noticing his eyes light up, Becca smiled more as she started to get up more, releasing herself from Kazuichi’s touch. “You might have to clue me in on most of it but still..it could be fun.” 

With a big grin on his face, Kazuichi essentially hopped out of bed as he grabbed Becca’s hand and led her towards his workshop, spending the whole way there talking about all the cool stuff they were gonna work on, with Becca happily following along with hearts in her eyes.  

#💌 | beccas a writer now #🔧❤️mechanic of my heart🔧❤️ #i know this is long but I just.. I love him so much <3 #now to listen to more asmr

[buckysforeverprincess]

Can Our Love Survive? Ch. 19

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2086

Warning: Drug use-marijuana, talk of sex

A/N: I am so sorry about not sticking with my schedule. So, I’m not gonna say much, just let you read. Enjoy!

***TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED***

The holidays came and went, and before you knew it, spring had almost sprung. Things had settled down and everyone found a routine that worked out, all of you doing your part to get things done. It wasn't all sunshine and roses, but the frustration was minimal and usually came from you and your twin and those things always worked themselves out.

Shortly after Bucky had moved in, he told your mom he wanted to get a job to help with the money situation. He knew having the extra person in the house would be a financial burden on her and he wanted to do his part. Sarah Rogers, the bad ass she was, was having none of that. “Your education is more important than a few extra dollars. I'll worry about the money, you worry about getting good grades,” she told him over dinner one evening. There was no winning against Sarah and the conversation was quickly dropped, never to be brought up again.

What none of you knew was Sarah Rogers was already receiving a check each month, courtesy of one George Barnes. When George returned from his getaway, Sarah went to the Barnes home and had a not so nice conversation with the deadbeat douche. Since George had abandoned and neglected his sixteen-year-old son, it was in his best interests to cooperate and pay monthly for his son’s expenses while staying in the Rogers home. George did not want Child Protective Services involved or anyone for that matter and he wasn’t about to have his image tarnished or his name slung through the mud, so letting the money go was the best way to not have to deal with his son and that’s something he could live with.

George also had no problem signing over guardianship of James to Sarah, having no desire to parent Bucky. Sarah was willing to step up and be legally responsible for the boy and felt he’d been neglected enough by the people that called themselves his parents. It was time an adult took an interest in him, nourishing and encouraging him along the way, making him aspire to achieve greatness and know his worth. Sarah Rogers would always go the extra mile for her kids, and she’d already accepted Bucky as one of her own.

March had just begun, and with that came Bucky's birthday. You were happy to spend his seventeenth birthday with him, but there was more to it than that. His birthday marked your five-month anniversary. It wasn't a six-month milestone people normally celebrated, but you wanted to make it special and memorable for the both of you.

It’d been five months and sex still hadn’t happened between you. Bucky was amazing at not pushing and letting you take the lead but it didn't mean all things were off the table. You've seen this dick, touching it and stroking him to orgasm, hand jobs becoming a normal occurrence in your bedroom. And in return, Bucky brought you to climax courtesy of his tongue and boy did he know how to use it! Your vagina had the pleasure of getting really acquainted with the masterpiece that was his mouth and he completely ruined you for anyone else in the future.

Even though you'd shared those intimacies, you still couldn't bring yourself to have penetrative sex. You'd tried several times, but it just wasn't happening. Bucky said it was okay, and was never upset, but you felt like a failure. How could you touch his cock and let him eat you out, but the moment his cock comes anywhere near your vagina, you freak! You needed help getting through this and needed someone to talk it out with.

 Pulling out your phone, you went to your messages and brought up the conversation with your best friend, typing out a message and hitting send.

Y/N: Nat, I want to have sex with Bucky.

Nat: Well hello to you too, sunshine.

Y/N: Yeah, hi. Back to my original problem…..

Nat: Is that a question?

Y/N: Nat!!! Help me!!

Nat: You put the weed in the coconut and light that shit up.

Y/N: OMFG!! Fuck off… wait, you have weed?

Nat: *sigh* Well, unless you want to body swap, I'm pretty sure you're on your own.

Y/N: Ugh! Why are you so difficult?!

Nat: Because, I am the love of your life, (not Bucky. I've been with you longer), and the only one that puts up with the needy bitch you are.

Y/N: Then help me!!!!

Nat: You're so whiny. Take a fucking xanax already!

Y/M: I did, not helping!

Nat: Then eat a dick and shut your bitchy mouth.

Y/N: I can't… Bucky's not home!! And it's not my mouth that's talking, it's my fingers.

Nat: Then put them in your vag and leave me alone.

Y/N: Fine, you're not my BFF anymore. Guess I'll be giving myself to Bucky forever. You can no longer have my body when I die.

Nat: Shut up snatch, I'm on my way.

Y/N: Bring weed?

Nat shows up twenty minutes later, kisses you on the cheek and hands you a baggy. “DO NOT let your mom know! Momma Rogers will murder me!”

 “I'll just blame it on Clint. He came over the other day smelling like skunk. Mom rushed them to the hospital and had ‘em drug tested. Steve's grounded by the way, if he didn't tell you already. He also lost his car for a month and mom is making him volunteer at the hospital.”

 Nat shakes her head and the two of you head to your bedroom, locking the door behind you,

lighting some candles and opening the window. Nat takes a joint out of the bag and lights it up, inhaling deep and handing it over. You repeat the process and the two of you continue passing it back and forth, not saying a word until you feel the drug take over.

“So, you wanna have sex with Bucky.”

 Nodding, you take another puff. “Fuck yeah, I do.” You pass the joint back to her.

 “What's stopping you?”

 “Brock.” The name just rolled off your tongue without hesitation, mostly due to being blazed.

“I'm gonna say some shit cause we're high as fuck and it’s the only way I can say it...” she stops and glares at you waiting for approval to continue and you nod, giving her the go ahead. “Stop letting that fucker control you!! Not every dick is Brock's and Bucky seems like he has a nice size cock-”

 “It is very nice…,” you interrupt, “Oh! And big too!”

 Nat looks at you annoyed. “Don't interrupt me. Will you just fuck your man already! Once you do, I promise, you'll never want to stop.”

You sit in silence and try to process her directness. “Ok, but how?”  

 Nat rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “I assume you know the logistics of fucking.” She takes another hit of the joint.

 You sigh. “I can't just be like ‘hey Bucky, stick your dick in my vagina and fuck me!’”

 “The fuck you can’t!” Nat raises her voice but then passes you the diminishing joint. “Just sit on his lap and ride him like the brahma bull he is.”

Taking another puff, you furrow your eyebrows, confusion evident on your face. “Wait… what's a brahma bull?”

 Nat rolls her eyes hard. “You know, The Rock?!”

 You shrug. “Don’t know him. Should I?”

 “Oh, my fucking god, I can’t with you!” She bursts out laughing, doubling over from the intensity.

You sit on your bed, your high at its peak, and you stare at your best friend. There's something you need to ask and now seems like the best time not knowing if you’ll ever muster up the courage to ever say these words again. “Nat… why didn't you stop me?”

 Your best friend stops and sits up, her face going slack. “Would you have listened?”

 Nodding, you lower your head. That wasn’t the only question you had but for the next one you couldn’t look her in the eye. “How long, Nat?”

 “I don't follow?”

 You look up at her, your eyes meeting hers. “Don't play dumb… how long?”

 Nat shakes her head. “Does it matter now?”

 You reach out and place a hand on top of hers. “It matters to me.”

“It changes nothing, right?!” She lifts her head and sighs. “Since middle school. I've been in love with you since middle school. Happy now? How’d you even know?!”

“I’ve always kinda knew, just had a feeling. And you should've said something. Things would’ve been a lot different and that ass bag would never have happened.”

 Nat smiles. “You wouldn't be with Bucky, because I’d never let you go.” She leans in and kisses your cheek, making you blush. “You deserve Bucky. He's your forever and I'm just your very best friend.”

 Grabbing her face softly, you look her in the eyes. “You're more than my best friend and no one could ever replace you in my life. Without you, I'd be lost. Bucky may be my forever, but you have my soul.”

Nat grabs you and pulls you into a fierce hug. “I love you, принцесса.”

 “I love you, too.” It comes out muffled.

There’s a knock at the door, making you jump out of Nat’s tight embrace. “Baby, you in there?!” Bucky’s voice comes from the other side.

 “Fuck, Nat! Hide the shit!” Nat grabs the baggie and puts it in her jacket.

 “Honey? You ok?” He knocks again and you hear him jiggle the doorknob.

 “Just a second, I'm coming!” You yell at the door. “Spray my perfume!” You point to the bottle on your dresser and watch as she grabs it and begins spraying around the room.

You move to the door and open it to see your boyfriend standing there, a look of concern on his face. “Hi!” You say, the grin on your face not hiding anything.

 Bucky eyes you and then Nat and inhales deeply. “Are you high?”

 “Who me? I don't know what you're talking about?” You try to hold back a laugh, but it doesn't work. “It's her fault!” You point at Nat but turn back to see Bucky's mad face.

 Nat shrugs. “Hey, I just supplied it, didn't tell you to smoke it.”

Bucky huffs and shakes his head. “You know if your mom finds out she'll give you a worse punishment than Steve, right?”

 You wrap your arms around his neck and put your face close to his. “So, don't tell and I'll make it worth your while.” You lean in and kiss him softly.

 Bucky rolls his eyes. “Better clean up and get the smell out. I'm not sleeping in here if it still stinks. I refuse to endure the wrath of Sarah Rogers.” He gives you a chaste kiss. “I'll go start dinner. Nat.” He tips his head and walks out, leaving you with your best friend.

“He sleeps in here now?” Nat asks and grabs her coat, putting it on.

 “Yep. Told mom we weren't having sex because I wasn't ready. He told her it wasn't a deal breaker and he could wait. Guess it was enough.”

 She chuckles. “And now you want to have sex. How fitting, just don't get caught.”

 You smirk. “Do I ever?”

Nat rolls her eyes and stands up from the bed. “I'm gonna go. Give me a hug bitch!” Nat holds out her arms and you step into her embrace.

 “Thanks for coming through and for the talk, but Bucky effectively killed my buzz.”

 Nat laughs just a little, amused by your comment. “I'll see myself out, you rest. Sleep that shit off.” She starts to walk out of your room but stops in the doorway and turns back around. “You know you really didn’t need me to talk you through this. You’re ready for the next step. Stop doubting yourself. He’s not him, never will be. Get your man and make me proud.” She winks and then disappears through the door.

 Throwing yourself on the bed you know she’s right. Bucky will never be Brock so there’s nothing to worry about. This time around it’ll mean something to both of you and things could never be as fucked up as it was when you both lost your virginity to other people. You’re ready and it’s time to give yourself completely to each other, and you know the perfect time and place to make that happen.

 * принцесса-Princess

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[bngtanah]

The Difference Between Boys & Girls | o3

summary: Sam & Erin are university students who share a cheap one bedroom apartment above a shitty takeaway restaurant. Due to the limited space, they’ve grown accustomed to sharing just about everything, including the occasional kiss.

pairing: Jung Hoseok (Samuel Park)  x Named OC characters: meet the cast.

genre: angst, smut, fluff

chapters: o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8| o9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14

warning: boyfriend!hoseok, jealous!hoseok, friends to lovers trope, college au, angst, sexual themes, slow burn

a/n: still a fool. still reuploading.

"So did he take you home and bang you?"

Erin groaned, knowing that this would be the only thing Kasey would be concerned about when she decided to tell her about what happened between her and Sammy two nights ago. Kasey had always been a straightforward kind of girl and that trait was one of the many things Erin admired about her friend.

She had no problem making her many opinions known and heard by whoever was in earshot, not that she was rude; the girl just appreciated being heard. Erin always wondered how she managed to find a home in a country so strict on ways to manner yourself with everyone you met when the Kasey she knew was not a fan of censoring herself for someone else's benefit. Then again, she had been here for over four years now so clearly something was working for her.

"No, he did not take me home and bang me" Erin answered in a hushed voice, glancing around at the groups of people sat near them in the tiny cafe. They didn't seem like they were eavesdropping, but the second Kasey alluded to sex Erin saw a few nosey Ajumma's slowly turn in their direction. 

"We just went home. I took a shower, called Brian then went to bed. I think Sammy fell asleep watching TV."

"So that's just it? You didn't even bring up the fact that he tried to kiss you?" Kasey asked, sounding dumbfounded.

"Not that night. I mean, he was acting weird the entire walk back to our apartment and when we finally did get home, he just kicked off his shoes and laid out on the couch," Erin sighed and leaned forward to take a small sip of her Green Tea Latte "I brought it up the next day though."

"And?" Kasey was as impatient as she opinionated, the two seconds Erin took to clear her throat was just too much for her.

"You need to cool it on the expresso, and he just apologised. His exact words were 'Ah, noona! I'm so sorry I was a little drunk and I shouldn't have tried to take advantage of you, it won't happen again'. Then he did some annoying aegyo, kissed me on the forehead, I went to class and now I'm here with you and honestly I'm just over the entire thing."

Erin sounded confident, but her best friend knew that couldn't be further from the truth.

"Is that so?" Kasey asked with a catlike smirk as she attempted to catch Erin's eyes.

"Yup! totally over it" Erin replied while staring out the window.

"Erin."

"Alright, fine I'm not over it!" She groaned as she crumbled like a house of cards and rested her head against the table. "I can still feel his breath on my skin and every time I look at him I just wanna push against the wall and make him finish what he started." The ajumma's seated a table across from them pursed their lips and got up.

"Then why don't you do that?" Kasey stated like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Erin picked her head up and looked over at her best friend who was currently mutilating the foam cat floating on top of her hot cocoa. "Because.... it's not that easy. We've been friends for so long and we live together and that would just complicate things. There's also the fact that I don't know if he feels the same way."

"Oh c'mon Erin you can't believe that"

"I'm serious, Kas. I don't."

"So you think he was just trying to keep you from getting a cold with his lips the other night?" 

"No, but that means nothing. I know that I'm pretty, I know that I was wearing a sexy dress that night and I know that we were both a little tipsy and our inhibitions were lowered. He's my friend, but he's still a guy so I get that he's gonna be attracted to me sometimes. What I don't know is if he wants to be with me the way I want to be with him."

Kasey raised an eyebrow and pushed her mug forward so that she could rest her palms against the table. "I thought you just wanted to screw him."

Erin shrugged and adjusted the beanie on her head, gnawing at her bottom lip between her teeth "I do...I mean. I did, but it's different now. I want to hold his hand and snuggle up on the couch and watch pride prejudice together, go for walks on the beach..." 

"So basically, all the shit ya'll do now but with sex?" Kasey pointed out.

"Well. Yeah."

It was Kasey turn to sigh now, and she did. Loudly and dramatically, she loved Erin to bits but there was no way she could be this clueless. "Then why don't you tell him that? What's the worse that could happen, he says nah and you two go back to being weird like you are now"

"I don't wanna risk it" Erin reiterated "Plus now Brian's in the mix and that's throwing me off because one part of me wants to wait for some kind of sign from Sammy but the other part of me really wants to see what could happen with Brian."

"I've been meaning to ask about that, are you really going to go out with him? He doesn't sound like your usual type; unemployed, flirty, short."

"We met for coffee yesterday, actually. He is not unemployed; he's an artist, his flirtations aren't creepy, and he's not short! He's like a full inch taller than me," Erin pouted in Brian's defense.

"Whatever, did you tell him how deep in love you are with your roommate?"

Erin glowered at Kasey and flipped her off "We didn't stay too long because he had an emergency at his studio. He's taking me out tomorrow night though I don't know exactly where but he made it sound nice." She mused with a small smile.

Kasey shrugged gently, choosing to give up the chance to berate her friend again she wasn't going to make any headway until Erin was ready to truly confront what she was feeling for Sammy. 

"All jokes aside you really should talk to him about it, E." Erin's mouth opened to refute her, but Kasey held up a hand and continued speaking "You don't have to tell him you're in love with him, even though I know you are. At least tell him that you're attracted to Sam. It wouldn't be fair for you to let him jump headfirst into this without being given the option to back out if he doesn't want to deal with that."

Erin was silent for a few seconds. She knew that Kasey was right in some sense, but that didn't make the idea any easier to swallow. She didn't want to end up hurting Brian in the future, but there was such a slim chance of anything happening between her and Sammy. Would it really be worth it to put her budding relationship to the test over a something that had such a small possibility of being an actual problem?

"I know.."

"I was this close, dude! So close to kissing her, I could taste the tequila on her breath," Sammy exclaimed as she tossed a soft felt basketball into the air.

"So why didn't you?" Du-jin asked, though he wasn't particularly interested since he was currently enthralled with an RPG on his phone.

Samuel sighed heavily and pulled the plush toy close to his chest once it fell back into his hands "That guy she met at the gallery called; ruined the whole mood" He grumbled then turned to look down at his classmate who was seated on the floor in front of the couch Sammy was lying on. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh? Yeah, a gallery shooting ruined the mood" Du-jin replied, his eyes never leaving the screen.

Sammy frowned and reached down to pluck the cellphone from Du-jin's hands before quickly hopping off the couch and running around the to the back before Du-jin had the chance to stand up and catch him. His friend was taller that he was, with much longer arms and legs, but he was nowhere near as coordinated as Sam was. Sammy had seen him stumble and trip over his own two feet too many times to count. 

"Just listen to me for two minutes and you can have your phone back." Sam bargained once Du-jin started complaining and demanding his possession back. 

"You are so damn needy," Du-jin grumbled but returned to sit on the floor anyway "What is this about? You're making out with your roommate now?"

"Almost," Sam corrected as he hopped over the back of the couch and relaxed again "You know Erin, she came with me when we went out for noraebang a few months ago."

"Oh, the black girl? I thought she was your girlfriend," Du-jin said, as his eye squinted together in confusion "You two barely talked to anyone else the whole night and that duet you sang...."

"We're close" Sammy responded before he had a chance to bring up any more evidence.

"I have close female friends too.... I don't touch any of them," Du-jin rebutted.

"Maybe you're not as close as you think."

"This isn't about me. If you're such close friends why do you want to kiss her?"

This question gave Samuel pause, and he sat up slightly before answering "I don't know... she's cute" He said after a beat "And it wouldn't have been the first time we've kissed."

"So she was your girlfriend."

"No, not like that. Just teenage shit when we were kids, nothing serious. Well, there was that time on the beach..."

"You've got sixty seconds left, so I'd make this quick."

Sam puffed his cheeks out and pouted before explaining himself “When we were kids were snuck out after my graduation and ended up making out. If we hadn't been caught we probably would have done a lot more than that.” The young man sighed wistfully as pleasant memories flooded his mind “I remember being so excited when we got back to my house I thought I would finally get the chance to confess, and she'd be my girlfriend, but she just told me she had to go home then she went back to university and she was so busy we didn't even get to talk for the rest of that week. I don't think we've ever talked about that since it happened.” 

"What's stopping you from bringing it up now?" Du-jin asked while peering at his watch.

"I-Well it’s different now," Sammy stammered "She seems happy and I can't just bring up the past and ruin something that could be good for her with these uncertain feelings"

"Wow, sounds like you've got a problem" Du-jin's voice was flat and monotone as he reached for his cellphone and quickly opened the game again.

"Ah, hyung. I'm really frustrated here, give me some useful advice." Sam whined.

"What do you want me to tell you? You waited too long to make up your mind and now you're in an awkward position. You can either ruin her new relationship before it starts and piss her off or stand by and hope that they break up soon." Du-jin advised from the floor.

Sam frowned and began to speak before the sound of the door unlocking made him shut up. Once his roommate was inside and in his eye view Sam rushed from his seat to embrace her.

Erin's knees nearly buckled from the sudden contact but she regained her composure after a few seconds "Hi Sammy" She laughed and wrapped her arms around him to return his hug before quickly stepping away, "Uh-have you eaten? I stopped to get some food before I came home" Erin asked while she sidestepped Sammy and moved toward the kitchen. The boy seated near their couch caught her attention and Erin bowed instinctively "Hello, you're... Doo-jun right? You're in one of Sammy engineering classes."

"Du-jin but you were close enough" Du-jin smiled, the deep dimples in his cheeks becoming more noticeable.

"Ah, I apologise. I'm not very good with names, are you hungry? There's enough food here for all of us," She asked while placing the bag full of containers on the counter.

Du-jin nodded and offered to help, but Erin only waved him off, stating that she could handle a few plates of food as she began preparing everything from the containers.

Samuel had moved from the door and was currently hovering near the entrance of the kitchen, watching Erin from behind with an affectionate smile. The longer he stood in silence and watched her interact with his classmate, the smile that spread across her face when she laughed making his heart swell. Sam realised that his 'uncertain feelings' where Erin was concerned were not as uncertain as he once thought.

In fact, he was certain that he was now in very big trouble.

#hoseok x oc #hoseok x reader #j hope fanfic #j hope smut #jung hoseok #hoseok fanfic #dbbg #bngtanah

[nekomiras]

Since I didn't see anyone ask about the homestuck au I feel obligated to ask as a fellow Homestuck (insert Homestuck police image (you know the one) here)

Oh fuck oh no the homestuck au oh shit

 There’s not much content here, I just organized them on classpects I thought they’d fit and put some of them as trolls (Also, alternia here is quite different from canon) 

 I think the most fun on this au is explaing my process to thinking why I decided what I did, so this is gonna be a quite repetitive and long post, sorry y’all

Kids:

Evan: Witch of Breath, his aspect basically because he has the leader role but it’s not something he takes control himself, it’s about the freedom he seeks and then incentivating others to join him, I chose the class of the witch since it’s the active change class, wich means he changes the aspect/changes through for himself, let’s think about games for me to explain you- he hates games where he has to do something like it tells him to, and love the games where he can use his liberty to have fun in whatever way he finds. I also have him as a prospit dreamer for reasons that I don’t really want to explain since it’ll get so repetitive, you guys getting the moons I say so >:)!

Tyler: Actually a Rogue of Time. I can’t lie I really wanted a timeplayer on the kids side, but I think I got a good thinking here, stay with me- The fighting aspect, the fact they don’t accept things as they are and act to change instead of just waiting things happen, the impatience- I quote the extended zodiac definition of time players: “You can’t tell them to sit still and look pretty”, plus, the rogue part of his title, the passive stealing class, someone who steal the from/through the aspect for others. A rogue can be generous and receptive, with strong ideals, on the worst cases they can bee too impulsive and apathetic. I’m not like 100% sure but I needed him as a time player and this classpect with him as a derse dreamer fit so well on how I expect him to be in this au, looking really self-centered and yet doing all he does for others instead of himself!

Nogla: Green boy is our Knight of Space! I mean... With Tyler’s description you might expect him to be te opposite, as a space player his job is to not worry about where things go, and pretty much enjoy the ride! He does understand that he needs to do things so they go the way you want to, he just don’t usually worry about it that much, he worries more about how he’s doing something than what he’s doing, and that gets him to the creative aspect, wich is why he, as a space player, is the one with the mission to creat the new universe! But that’s not all, he’s a knight!! The passive serving class are known to have a mask that’s supposed to make their friends trust them more than they trust themselves, Nogla’s is that he acts way more positive and stupid than he actually is so people around him believe him to be trustworthy, it also makes him feel safer around people that he trust are not using him. Sometimes the mask has a different effect and people thinks he’s annoying tho. But the thing with knghts are that they want to be there to help his friends, always, so he ends up being way too selfless and, well, as Tyler says: Actually stupid. He’s also a prospit dreamer, he’s just baby I love him.

Our last kid is Marcel!! He’s a Seer of Rage! His aspect comes from his chaotic side, as a rage player, he believes that society is full of lies, and there’s nothing he hates more than someone not telling the truth to him, he wants to know what’s actually happening so he can act on his passive knowledge class of seer, someone that looks to know more so he can be able to help their colleagues by acting his advices himself, he can get easily frustated when things don’t go the way he wants them to, and in the worst case can get upset enough to become agressive, as a derse dreamer he gets even more chaotic and easily frustaded. Besides, both his dream pajamas and his god tier pajamas are purple and he looks amazing in the color ;)

Trolls:

Now we go for the alliens, the descriptions will get even longer since I have to tell what’s their blood is, I won’t be explaining aspects and classes that are showing up again on this case, but if you want a more especific analysis from me in one of the boys just send me another ask!

Cartoonz: Rust blood- Adventurous, craving for new experiences far from home and often not cautious enough when agitated? Well, that makes me feel less bad about choosing his blood on the color red lol. Jk, I mean, his blood I chose on color, but I also believe that he’d do a great alternian lowblood rebel! And as a derse dreamer Prince of Time? Well, the aspect you get what I mean from Tyler description, but boy, the active destruction class does fit him in the way I wanted, he can get way too confident on his habilities, with motive of course! He’s capable of incredible things!!! But his confidence can make him impose himself on others as authority, his ideals are important for him and he’s difficult to change his mind, he does what he deems right while still showing how much he cares for the little things around him. He’s someone trustwothy and a incredible good leader besides not being in the relationships side of aspects! Plus, what’s better than get our infamous King Toonz as the prince in the game?

Squirrel: I mean... Bronze blood?? Obviously?? Warm and generous?? Slow to open without having someone else besides them?? Open hearted?? Afinity to animals??? Needy of attention and affection?? Polite when upset?? Basically babies??????? Yup! Plus, once again the color guided me this way-- But anyway! He’s a (oh my god I forgot I put him as this but fuck yeah) Thief of Doom! Doom y’all know as the bad aspect about death and shit but listen to me! The extended zodiac explains that doom players tend to be sufferers, that through their difficulties became wise and empathetic of others surffering, not the advice friend, but the friend that can confort, we’re talking about our sweet Dead Squirrel here my guys! And then I got this idea of putting him as a thief and oh my gosh I hate thieves but I loved this idea so much I kinda want use it in a homestuck rpg I do with some friends! The thieve is the active stealing class, wich means he does what a rogue does, but for themselves, while rogues give away what they steal for others, thieves keep it for themselves, it’s normally interpretated as egoist and that’s why I hate them, but being the boy we’re talking about, even if Squirrel steals the doom aspect to keep it for himself, he does it in a selfless act of trying to protect his friends from it, you can interpretate him as a knight kind of person here but I’ll stay with a derse dreamer Thief of Doom!

Smiity is our gold blood and it’s not because of the vibes he and Sollux share with red an blue glasses yOU SHUT UP! But for real, yellow trolls have the whole psych thing but what I ended up loving about putting Smiit as one is the facts that, they like to talk even if the people around the don’t wanna hear, they tend to accidentaly force their opinions in other people and if the person feels sorry about it all they can get axious easily about their actions, but still do it because it’s themselves, and I love to take this as Smiit’s careless way to act combined with his canadian way to be nice and I love it! He’s a derse dreamer Rogue of Rage, I explained both before, so really basic: he straight up just spreads chaos.

Brian: He’s our mutant lime, our candy red blooded troll!! Decided on his decisions (”if i wanna do it i’ll do it fuck you”), he can be quite the drama queen, he exagerates his feelings since he can’t hide them, he’s has caring and empathetic instincts and he’s so goddamn loyal, Once again quoting the extended zodiac: “ Romance is extremely important to Lime Signs, and when they fall, they fall hard. They don't take rejection well, and a breakup can send them into a tailspin requiring an extended period of recovery.”. And he’s our sweet derse dreamer Knight of Breath! Another one who was already basically explained, his title makes him the one who wants to bring freedom to his friends. His mask is of a confident flirty while he himself is scared of not being what people expects him to be. Fuck I love this Irish handsome bitch.

Panda: He’s an olive blooded troll! They’re described to be generous and sweet, ready to help if someone needs, they’re not really good with changes but they’re the type to drop anything to get into helper mode. But oh damn, they’re not afraid of just getting up and going out if something is not as they like. He’s a prospit dreamer Seer of Life, seer was already kinda of explained, and I put him as life bounded because of their empathetic side and how I can see Anthony as a (sometimes moody) healer! I can’t lie that his was one of the last classpects that I thought of and I wanted to fit him as a Life player, if there are other suggetions I’d like to hear too!!

Moo: Well, jade bloods are basically the default moms right? I mean, this is supposed to be expected right? I mean, I can’t even quote the extended zodiac because I’d be just copying and pasting what’s written! I’ll gladly do so in another ask but for now just accept it. And if you think that being a jade blood is not mom enough, don’t worry, I got ya, he’s also a prospit dreamer Sylph of Blood. Sylphs are the passive creation class, creating the aspect / creating through the ascpec for others, they’re curious and can get intrusive when they get worried too much, they wanna know what’s wrong and they wanna help so bad, even when their help isn’t wanted, they’re gentle and the bringers of care for their groups, and holy this isn’t enough already? No, cause he’s our fucking blood player, the aspect of union and relationships, pretty much natural leaders that bring people together by becoming friends with every single person in the group and then forming the group. Y’all think he’s mom enough?

Ohm: I completely didn’t choose Ohm to be a teal blood because he gave me Terezi vibes just like Smiity shut up. He does a good teal! They’re social and can be really flirtatious even accidentaly, they got strong morals that may get them to commit mistakes and let them down easly, they trust people way too quikly, they’re often better alone but with the right companion they can do so much!! Plus, he’s a prospit dreamer Heir of Space! We already talked about space bounds so just let me tell you, the most known point in a heir is their innocence in a determined subject, It’s a thing that I personally can’t really explain tho, they’re the passive changing class, so they’re easily adaptable and open, they care a lot about what their impact may be in others so they may hide facts about themselves, they not only change themselves for others but they incentive others to change for better, they’re caring, friendly and understanding, in the worst case they can be way too easly manipulated.

Mini: Our ladd here is a blue blood! The blood color that’s described to be capable of causing the most good but also the worst harm. They’re nice to have around as friends, and can easly become one, they’re adaptable and people magnets, they vallue their friends, wich also means they can be hard to forget a fight and get easly moody towards people they once considered close. And he’s also a derse dreamer Bard Of Light! As a bard he’s the passive destruction class, they’re devoted and faithful, they can be easly offended by criticism towards what they think is right, possibly getting open minded if the critic is someone they’re devoted at, a close friend or partner, they’re helpful, willing and friendly, but can also be inflexible in cases. As a light player Mini can be described as willing to learn more about what’s interesting him at the moment, he’s a seeker and he sees rules as suggestions to what he should do. He’s also one that I chose last so if you have a suggention I’m open!

Scotty: The boy is our indigo blood! Friendly, cheerful, energetic and curious! He can be easly attracted to anything that gets his interest and that also means he loses said interest easly, he is stronger than he thinks he is and can be careless about himself and others around him, he’s one that need to have an eye on to make sure he’s fine, and of course the person need to be prepared for so much energy! As another one that I couldn’t easily decide and became one of the last ones I chose, he’s an prospit dreamer Maid of Mind. The active creation class is kind of a favourite of mine, but kind of hard for me to explain as well, what I can tell you about them is that they are born to a fate they don’t like, and once they envolve in the game they decide to do their own fate by expressing themselves on their creations or something, I’m not really sure but I love this class!! And being mind bounded means our fuckboy tries to be rational most of the time, often that means he overthinks a lot, he sees most if not all possibilities of a decision and he’ll think over them, he’s mostly a person that’s slow to act, but when he does he knows what he’s doing, so just do how he says!

Delirious: I’ll get people getting mad at me that I didn’t put him as either teal, blue or indigo blood, but for real can you really judge me to choose him to be a purple blood when they have the clown make up and creepy as hell aethetic? And plus, the fact their description says they’re hard to trust on others, they can be mysterious and are great at keeping secrets. They’re decided and hard to change minds, they often want to refuse to be helped even when they need, but after all, when they trust someone they become devoted, putting way too much trust on them. I mean, yeah?? And he’s also our prospit dreamer Page of Void. The active serving class is another one of my favourits, being the people full of potential, they compare themselves to other and then create an ideal of who they want to be in their mind, some persona they want to become with characterists they don’t see themselves having, their nature on believing they can be what they build on their minds show their innocence and kindness, they sometimes can shut themselves inside their personas and act like how they want to be and less how they are, at best, they’re caring, charming and big dreamers, while at worst they can be manipulative and selfish by forcing their persona on others. And with all that, Del is also void bounded, meaning he’s a great secret keeper! He’s attracted to mystery and the unknown is his best friend, while others want to find out what they don’t know, Del is convicted on doubting what’s said to be the truth, he can be easly described as intuitive!

I’m not really sure but I believe our violet blood will be Lui by being a Witch of Hope prospit player, I’m not gonna talk so much about why because I’m getting out of time sorry----

Last boy will be Kryoz as our fuchsia heir, derse dreamer and Mage of Heart, he’s one that I thought first in the au and I’d love to explain more, but once again I’m going out of time, you can ask me about him separetely if you want to!!

Sorry for just yeeting myself out of explaining in these last two, I have been writing this explanation for two days now and I had to start again like twice because I was running out of time, I’m also sorry if there are any grammar mistakes I hadn’t had the time to revise it efhdgdgfed

#my au #bbs #hs au #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #thanks for the ask fehdgfdhds <3

[pcygoldenchild]

Bad Neighbor

✨Summary: After a breakup you usually go your separate ways. But your breakup landed you only across the hall from each other. And that turned into a very petty competition that didn’t last long.

✨warnings: NSFW, sexual intercourse, dirty talk.

✨A/N: This was a request but of course I wrote it longer than a request length. Classic golden behavior. So here’s the one shot for the lucky anon. Also @gochushot brought to my attention that Body-Mino really fits this story.

You and Baekhyun where so in love with each other that you did the one thing you both knew you shouldn’t. You moved in together. It was a nice apartment complex building and it seemed like a great idea. You two were dating for 6 months before and figured that would be the next step. But now that you weren’t together, it was a terrible step to take. You only lasted a month together after the move before you broke up over petty arguments. Lucky for you, you didn’t have to stay with him and took it on yourself to move out. But you weren’t smart enough to think not to move right across the hall from your ex boyfriend.

And now it was a bitter battle of who could get more action and strangers to come to their apartment. It started with him. Baekhyun came home drunk one day and knocked on your door with some blonde bimbo holding onto him. He said he thought it was his apartment but why the fuck would he knock on his own apartment door. After that, he’s brought home a new girl almost every single day. You could hear what he’d do with them, obviously the fucker would stick his dick in them. But you wouldn’t let it bother you. Rather, you wouldn’t let him know it was bothering you. Instead, you were going to play the game too.

The first guy you brought home was a friend of yours. Well, more so he was a guy at the club that always tried to get with you when you were with Baekhyun. But now that you weren’t, he took the opportunity and you excepted it. You were almost inside your apartment, being a little louder with your new friend, when Baekhyun’s door flung open.

“Could you please shut the fuck up? It’s 12 am and I’d really enjoy not hearing you and your boy toy for the night’s conversations.” He snapped out. He was easily jealous, but you thought he’d at least pretend he wasn’t hurt. All you could do was laugh and put on a fake pout over the alcohol in your system mixed with triumph.

“Aww is Baekhee a wittle angry at me for having fun and bringing a nice boy to my place?” you tease laughing after as his jaw tenses.

“I don’t give a fuck about what you do. We’re not together. Just keep it down. I really don’t want to hear you two.” he said crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. You leaned into the man and snaked your hand up his shirt. Baekhyun watched your hand and glared at you.

“Mmm well I don’t think I can be quiet. I was never one to hold anything in before. It won’t start now. Especially not with this strong man who could probably rip me apart.” you tease. The man wraps his hand around you and holds your waist while smirking at an angry Baekhyun.

“Fucking slut.” Baekhyun whispers but you heard it loud and clear.

“What was that?” you say even though you knew he wouldn’t say it. He had no right to call you that when he had about 20 girls in the past 3 weeks.

“Nothing. Keep it down.” he said before slamming his door. You smile and go into your apartment to get the night started. You weren’t going to be quiet.

You didn’t even get the chance to bring a second guy home before Baekhyun confronted you again. It was the next day and you were coming back from getting your mail. You guess he watched you leave and listened until you came back because as soon as you stepped in front of your door, you heard his open.

“Have fun last night with your little friend?” he asked. You let out a loud sigh and turned around to see him in a pair of sweatpants and that’s it. He was clearly trying to impress you.

“I don’t know; you tell me. Did it sound like I was having fun?” you retort. You copied his stance folding your arms and leaning on your door.

“Well from what I could hear, he wasn’t doing much.” he said. God, he was so full of himself.

“Oh so you were listening? I had a feeling since it was deathly quiet. No new bimbo to fuck I guess.” you snapped back.

“I wasn’t listening, you two were just obnoxiously loud. Got someone to make jealous? Well it won’t work like that. Your moans were fake.” he smirked back. Your moans were fake but the guys weren’t.

“No need to make anyone jealous with fake moans. I can get anyone to get me off.” you scoff feeling a slight defeat.

“Except for the person you really want.” he smirks again.

“Who might that be Baek?” you ask completely falling into his trap and calling him his nickname. He smiled and stepped forward.

“Me.” he said putting his hands in his pockets to pull them down a bit exposing more of his lower v-line. You looked down out of habit and bit your lip. You looked back up and saw him smirking at you. Shit.

“Been there. Done that.” you snap back glaring at him. He was winning.

“Hm perhaps so. But no one does it like I do.” he replies. Fuck sakes, he never fails at making you needy for him. Time to turn the tables.

“Perhaps. But you’ve made that choice. And we both know you’ll never find another girl who has what I have between my legs. Doesn’t matter how many girls you go through. No one will be as wet. No one will be as tight. No one will take you in like I do. No one will make you cum like I do.” you say stepping closer to him making him back away. You were making him surrender. You could see the way his eyes responded to your every word.

“Perhaps.” is all he said. His voice was a few octaves lower and you knew what that meant. He was now leaning against his door staring intently into your eyes. You look down and see his full hard cock resting against the fabric of his sweats. You smirk.

“Perhaps? No I think you know that. Or else your cock wouldn’t be rock hard right now. Has no one been sufficient enough for you? Do you picture me when you fuck them but it doesn’t work?” you tease bringing your finger to his chest.

“Don’t think too highly of yourself sweetheart.” he says watching your finger go down from his chest to his abs.

“I don’t need to sweetheart. You always told me my pussy was the best. What else did you say? My pussy was yours? How’s it feel to not have it anymore?” you tease now standing so close as your finger rested at the waistband on his pants. He smirked at you and licked his lips.

“I wouldn’t know what it’s like to not have it. It’s still mine.” he said before grabbing you and kissing you. He kissed you so rough it was like he was starving. You suppose he was since he hasn’t had the one thing he wanted in weeks. He fumbled with the door and pulled you in. You two were attacking each other at this point. He pushed you until you landed on the couch and hovered over you. He pulled your shirt off and hurried to pull your sweatpants down. You were left in nothing but your underwear.

“God your body looks 100 times better than the last I remember it.” he said taking your nipple in his mouth. His mouth felt 100 times better than the last time you remembered it but you wouldn’t let him know that. You pulled his hair as he licked and bit your nipples. He slipped his hand into your panties and smirked against your nipple. You were incredibly wet.

“Seems like someone missed me more than they were letting on.” he smirked pulling his fingers to his lips and licking them. Fuck it drove you crazy.

“Why don’t you fuck me and find out.” you say rubbing his hard cock still hidden in his pants.

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? Pull my cock out and tell me where you want it.” he said hovering over you. You smirked and pushed his pants down as best you could and pumped his hard cock before kissing him.

“I want it inside my tight pussy.” you whisper against his lips and line him up to your hole. He takes his cock in his own hand and rubs the tip up and down your folds. You buck your hips and he smirks.

“You want this huh? Beg for it. Show me how much you missed my cock.” he teased. You rolled your eyes and pulled him down to kiss you and bit his lip before pulling away.

“Baekhyun fuck me or I’ll find someone else to do it.” you snap back. You were getting feisty which was exactly how he liked you.

“We both know no one fucks you like do.” he says before thrusting completely into you making you scream. He smirks for the hundredth time today before you tighten around him making him let out a groan.

“Oh you wanna play dirty.” he said before pinching your nipple and thrusting into you hard. You were both moaning loudly. It’s been forever since you were last fucked like this. You both were in a great need to cum the way only you two could make each other cum. Amazing sex.

“Fuck Baek don’t stop.” you moan out digging your nails into his back.

“I’m not stopping until your tight fucking pussy is full of my cum baby. And that’s going to be very soon if you keep moaning like that.” he said over his groaning. And he was right. You both came down together in a shaking fit. Both cumming into each other and getting that release you were both chasing. You laid there for a moment before you started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he laughed back sitting up a bit.

“You’re still inside me Baek.” you smirk. He clearly very much so missed your cunt.

“Are you surprised? I haven’t felt this good in weeks. I’m not moving for at least an hour.” he said back kissing your neck. You put your hands in his hair and smiled down at him.

“And what about my new boy toy that’s coming over later?” you tease. You didn’t have a boy toy coming over but you still wanted to get him annoyed.

“You can tell your boy toy to fuck off. You’re mine. Understand?” he said holding your chin. Fucking Baekhyun and his dominant behavior.

“Yes sir.” you say.

#exo #exo fanfic #exo smut #pcygoldenchild #baekhyun smut #baekhyun x you #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun fanfic

[twilightofthe]

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, annnnnnnd Luke Skywalker

Probs gonna be a long post since I Cannot Shut Up, so here we go!

OBI WAN (see look I told you this was gonna be long)

How I feel about them:  HELLO HI YES I LOVE HIM A NORMAL AMOUNT.  Okay okay, besides the fact that he is Very Nice To Look At (c’mon, I must, I have EYES), I genuinely love Obi Wan because he wants to be a good person so, so badly, and he’s always ALWAYS trying to be better because he doesn’t believe he already is a good person.  His life is a literal living hellhole and he doesn’t crumple under all of that tragedy like literally everyone else does, he takes a moment, puts a cheeky smile back on his face, and gets back up and keeps going.  He can be a hypocrite, he tends to look over things he really shouldn’t or gets the wrong idea about things and just shuts off what he doesn’t want to deal with, he’s overconfident and a little snobby and petty and a bit of an asshole, and he makes mistakes because he is human, and I love him for all of those flaws because if he was perfect, I wouldn’t like him as much.  He’s funny and reckless and would literally die before letting anything he cared about get hurt, he wants to do everything at once so he can help everyone and he literally gives all of himself to a cause because he cares and y’all, he is the most distinguished disaster I have ever come across and he deserves peace and rest and loved ones who don’t die in his arms or betray him and he’s one of the most brilliant fighters I have ever seen and he just draws you in.  You can’t help but want to watch him.

Romantic ships:  I will love him and Anakin together past my dying breaths; they’re soulmates.  I can also enjoy seeing him with Quinlan or Ventress, and of course Satine.

Non-Romantic OTPs:  Anakin again, I just love them and will take them any way I can get.  Also Cody, Cody is great.  And Ahsoka-- especially post-Order 66 (c’mon Kenobi movie don’t let me down now).  And Padmé!  Ugh, I’m mad TCW refused to let us see the Obi/Pads friendship the movies promised us they had.

Unpopular Opinion:  Two big ones.  First, that Anakin is the most important person in his life.  I can’t see it any other way, and I know other people would disagree.  Second, that he’s a good person and ALSO kinda a jerk.  He’s one of the most popular figures in this fandom with the most mercurial fanbase.  I’d say a good 85% adore him, but then the 15% who don’t hate him with a burning passion.  Seriously, it’s like to these people Palpatine was a better Master to Anakin than he was, jeez-- I’m digressing.  Anyway, it’s like in retaliation, the other 85% have put him up on a pedestal as someone who’s done no wrong whatsoever.  And here I am in the middle like, I love him to hell and back and always will, he’s legit one of my favorite characters, but he isn’t perfect.  Like I said, it’s hard for me to like perfect characters with no flaws.  So yea, I guess that’s it.

Something I wish would happen/had happened with them in canon:  MORE OBIKIN MOMENTS BECAUSE I’M NEEDY.  Ok but in reality, there’s a couple things, most I’m discovering have to do with female characters.  I wish he hadn’t faked his death when Ahsoka was there.  I get why Anakin had to be there to witness it, otherwise he wouldn’t believe it, but Obes, my dude, there was no reason why you had to (further) traumatize a sixteen year old over this.  She really did not need to have you die in her arms, you of all people know how shitty that feels.  I also want to know why he didn’t speak up (or if he did and we didn’t see it) at Ahsoka’s trial.  Was he being punished for Mandalore?  Going off of that, I wish we actually got to see him mourn Satine for more than 0.5 seconds of him looking sad after she died and then it literally never being brought up again (I’m looking at you here, Season 7, give me SOMETHING).  I’d also like to see him having some sort of meaningful interaction with Leia that would make her naming her only child after him make more sense (I actually have a really good penpals style idea about this, but I don’t know if I’d be able to write it before the Kenobi show comes out and josses it).  Also, I heard that the original Twin Suns episode of Rebels was supposed to have Kanan going to Tatooine with Ezra, and I really would like to see a Kanan/Obi Wan interaction, it just sounds like so much potential for angsty goodness!!! ;_;

AHSOKA

How I feel about them: My brave, brave girl!  She was what got me into the prequels in general, if you can believe it (wow, my star wars watching order is just WEIRD), I had to know more about her after seeing literally one glimpse of her in Rebels and then saw the Tumblr fandom explode.  She’s enduring and snarky and clever and a total badass and I adore how we got to see her grow from a spunky little kid into a shining, confident young woman who I’d follow anywhere.  Anyway, I love her and god did she deserve so much BETTER FROM EVERYTHING.  HER LIFE SUCKED TOO AND SHE TOLD LIFE TO FUCK OFF AND KEPT GOING.

Romantic ships:  I adore her and Kaeden Larte from the Ahsoka novel and you can pry my headcanon that they’re still together up to the Sequel trilogy out of my cold dead hands.  Also Barriss Offee (WHY DO ALL MY STAR WARS SHIPS HAVE A PATTERN?  CAN WE NOT BE BETRAYING EACH OTHER FOR FIVE SECONDS PLEASE).  Also Riyo Chuchi, that was really cute!!!

Non-Romantic OTP’s:  Snips n’ Skyguy all the way!!!!  But also argh, I adore Ahsoka and Rex and everything about them and Season 7 is going to KILL ME.  I also love seeing Ahsoka and Padmé interact, and I really do like the little bits we see of her and Obi Wan and I want MORE of them >:(

Unpopular Opinion:  This is gonna sound weird since I just said that seeing Ahsoka in Rebels was what got me into TCW and the prequels, but I really didn’t like her characterization in Rebels all that much after I went back and saw her in TCW.  I know she grew up and was traumatized and matured, but Rebels!Ahsoka just seemed a bit too severe, a bit too peaceful (she’s always been a firebrand), a bit too quiet.  Yea she grew, but I feel like the environment she grew up in wouldn’t foster the personality change she got in Rebels.  She was a bit of a hot mess in TCW, and the Ahsoka novel kinda showed more of that personality in an older version of her and felt more right than what we got in Rebels.  

Something I wish would happen/had happened with them in canon: A GROUP HUG WITH ANAKIN AND OBI WAN IN SEASON 7, PREFERABLY HER PICKING THEM BOTH UP LEGEND OF KORRA STYLE.  Ok but really there’s a LOT of things.  First, that she never liked Lux Bonteri.  I’m sorry, I’m petty.  He just reminds me way too much of my IRL friend’s stupidass boyfriend who I Do Not Like and I never got what Ahsoka actually saw in him ;p  Second is that I did not like how Ezra saved her in Rebels.  It’s a grumpy point for me because I certainly like how she managed to outlive the entire Order that kicked her out, it’s poetic, and if they did have Vader kill her I’d still be grumpy because it would be just another Prequel era woman who got killed off because she wasn’t in the OT while the males all find some way to be alive despite not being in the OT.  HOWEVER, you will never convince me that Kanan wasn’t the one who deserved that time-travel fixit.  Kanan had a family-- a CHILD, who he left behind.  Kanan had a future, and a story point that was just left unfinished and unsatisfying for me and other fans, if what I’ve heard was right.  As much as it would annoy me, Ahsoka dying facing Vader makes sense from a narrative point because it would follow the path that Vader destroys everyone he ever loved until he meets Luke.  Kanan’s death felt sudden and forced, and the fact that they had the audacity to use his death to be like “oh no Kanan had to die and become a Spirit Wolf solely to tell Ezra he needed to bring AHSOKA back”, come on.  Rebels didn’t establish Ahsoka and Kanan having any sort of meaningful relationship, it makes no sense for that to be his final wish, so it just feels a LOT like favoritism on Filoni’s part.  So yea, I don’t know what I wanted to save Ahsoka because I did want her alive, but it definitely shouldn’t have been at the expense of Kanan.  Meh.  Ok, but on a happier note, I really wanna see Anakin’s ghost on Endor reuniting with her again cuz that would be sweet and make me cry.  I also wanna see Ahsoka interacting with Obi Wan on Tatooine in the new show because please it would be perfect, she’s already met Leia, now she can meet Luke!  Also, if we could actually see her find Ezra, that would be very nice, thank you.

LUKE

How I feel about this character: Luke Skywalker is one of the bravest, most kindest men in the galaxy.  He’s not the stereotypical macho hero, he’s goofy and he whines and sulks and he makes dumb jokes and he rushes right into things, but he’s determined as all hell and once he loves you, he’s never letting go.  He wants to fix everything!  He has so many ideas!  He’s so bright and you can’t help but fall in love with his smile and his sparkling eyes and you want all his dreams and plans (because he has so, so many of them) to come true, and he will make them come true, because he is stubborn like both of his parents before him.  He worked through the discovery of his beloved father being a monster, and not only did he love him despite that, he did the unthinkable and BROUGHT HIM BACK.  LUKE BROUGHT ANAKIN HOME BECAUSE HE LOVED AND BELIEVED IN HIM AND HE WAS STRONG ENOUGH TO DO IT.  I just wish he had gotten the happy ending his parents never did (and that he had had for 40 years before it was ripped away whoops I got salt on this haha).

Romantic ships: Complicated.  I think he would be really cute with Ezra if they ever actually met; their personalities would mesh nicely and I think they’d make a great team!  However, I don’t really ship him with anyone else, and me the ace again is projecting major aro/ace vibes onto him because I can *blows raspberry*

Non-Romantic OTP:  BROT3 WITH HAN AND LEIA!!!!  FOREVER AND ALWAYS!!!!!!!!  Y’all but they literally saved the galaxy together, and Luke and Leia love each other so much they knew there was a connection from the very beginning and always supported each other and the BEST space siblings, argh that forehead kiss was my favorite part of The Last Jedi I cry but I also love the chaotic dumbass duo that is Han and Luke and how they’d legit die for each other and have each others’ backs.  And, Luke and R2 will always always make my heart melt because these guys are the best team!  And Chewie, cannot forget Chewie, Chewie loves his stupid blonde little brother.  Ya know what, I’ll also add in Rey for the pure potentiality of what could have been.

Unpopular Opinion:  Well it’s certainly not unpopular to anyone I talk to, but Lucasfilms disagrees with me, so I’m gonna put forth that I don’t care WHAT the explanation is, I could never ever ever see Luke even thinking about murdering his nephew in his sleep, not just a “slip up”, not “only for a second”, no.  Yes, people can change in thirty years, and I’ve begrudgingly accepted a lot of his actions in TLJ, but not that one.  Luke would NEVER.  A more unpopular one I have would be that he’s not as much of a “innocent cinnamon roll” as fandom makes him out to be.  We see from the beginning of Episode 4 that Luke has the Skywalker temper and he’s a bit on the rude side, even though to me that seems a little more like issues with a filter that he works on developing throughout the OT.  But yeah, people tend to declaw him a bit and forget this is the same sarcastic, snarky guy that can and will happily kick the ass of basically anyone who he can’t talk his way out of trouble with (in this, he is very much Obi Wan’s apprentice).

Something I wish would happen/had happened with them in canon:  LET HIM APPEAR TO REY WITH ANAKIN’S FORCE GHOST 2K19!!!  PLEASE JJ I BEG YOU YOU LITERALLY NAMED THE MOVIE AFTER THEM.  Also, please just let him take an active role in Episode 9.  I understand it’s about the new protagonists, but please do not include the Sequel Trilogy in the “Skywalker Saga” if you’re just gonna sideline him the entire time.  If he couldn’t have his original happy ending, please let him be happy at the end of all of this.

#i’m proud of myself i could have added a LOT more sequel salt in Luke’s section than i did you’re welcome #i also will go off completely unprompted over the IRL friend’s stupidass boyfriend and almost did #so be very thankful i showed restraint xD #our only ho #snip snap #twin sun

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Kitty”

The Joker broke his left leg and nope, it’s not due to a glorious outcome of him being chased by Batsy or the cops: he got out of his Lamborghini in front of the club and slipped on ice- almost full cast and bedridden for a while. J has always been an awful patient and now you have to take care of him again. You’re sooo lucky, especially since your boyfriend loves to call you “Kitty” instead of “Kitten” when he’s needy. It’s going to be fun…

“Kitty? Hey, Kitty!!!” The Joker shouts and you don’t want to answer but you have to.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you make me a caramel latte?”

“Coming!!” you fumble around the kitchen, working on the request then run to your patient. “Here,” you hand him over the beverage. J takes a sip and frowns.

“It’s too sweet, Princess, make me another one.”

“Kaaayyyy…” you get mad but don’t show it. You start all over again and return to the master bedroom. He tastes the latte and pouts.

“It’s too bitter, Y/N. Can you make me another one?”

(Internally screaming.)

“Sure, honey,” you smile, already tired since you have to do so many things for him: he wants like…everything. You leave but stay in the hallway, playing with your phone for about 3 minutes and return with the same cup.

“How is it?” you innocently ask.

“Mmmm, perfect, I like it!” he enjoys his drink and you want to choke him but decide to skip it. Just as you thought: The Joker doesn’t know what he wants, yet sure has a lot of demands.

“I want a sponge bath,” he winks, setting aside his mug.

“Well, I can help you take a shower,” you try to get out of it.

Why? Because every time J wants a bath, it ends up with him playing with the water and splashing all over the place. As a result, you already had to change the double king mattress six times this month. It’s so huge that it doesn’t fit in the elevator and your men have to carry it up the stairs to the 30th floor. They must love it.

“No, I want you to give me a sponge bath. And I wasn’t asking; I said I WANT ONE.”

“Uhhhh…” you grunt, seeing you have no choice. “Do you promise to behave?”

“A-ha,” J licks his lips and you have your doubts, yet there is nothing you can do about it.

Yeap, as soon as you bring the plastic basin full of water, he starts his crap.

“You missed a spot, Princess,” he bites his cheek, sighing.

You roll your eyes and continue to go down his abs. Since he’s been…impaired, he only wears boxers, it’s more comfortable.

“Lower Kitty,” he smirks and you don’t even look his way. Noticing he gets no reaction, J yanks your hand away so you fall on top of him. “Wet t-shirt contest!!!” he yells and dumps the water on both of you while you scream, wiggling around to escape.

“For God’s sake, J, you promised!!!” you admonish him, wiping your face.

“You should know better than anyone that I never keep my promises,” he spanks your wet shorts, purring and that wide Don Juan grin makes you lower your defense. “I think you’re winning the contest.”

“Should I take my t-shirt off then?... This way I can enjoy my price?” you candidly check, playing along since there is no way he’ll let you go at this point.

“Yeah, do it !” The Joker promptly rips the fabric, excited he can kill the boredom with what he likes to call his favorite recreational activity.  

You have a million things to do but duty calls.

****************

“Kittttyyy?”

Oh, no.

“Yes, baby?”

“What are you doing?” your boyfriend demands to know even if he is aware of your current whereabouts.

“I’m in the living room, putting money in boxes !”

“Com’ere, Daddy needs you!”

Great…

You oblige and his smile is extra-creepy when you walk in.

“Pumpkin, I would like to use one of my coupons.”

“I don’t have time for…”

“NOW!!!!”

Yes, the coupons: you made a coupon book you gave to him for Christmas with 100 things he can redeem during the year, mostly naughty stuff.

“I really have to finish my task, J .”

“Oh, I apologize,” The Joker huffs, getting irritated. “ Is this your signature and lipstick on these pieces of paper?”

“U-hum,” you admit.

“Does it say on the bottom of each single one Redeemable at any time by Mister J?”

“U-hum,” you sniffle.

“Well then, seems pretty official to me!” he raises his voice.

“Fine,” you agree, resigned. “Which one are you redeeming?”

J gives the coupon a quick glance: “Make out for 30 minutes.”

“Uhhhh,” you grunt since you’re short on time.

“Uhhhh?! Are you joking?! Get your ass here!”

As you approach the bed, he has to point put:

“When are you going to redeem my coupons?”

Yes, his coupons… He gave them to you for Christmas: 200 of them, all written for the same thing – sex.

“They’re useless,” you pout, taking a sit by him. “We have sex all the time!”

“How rude, Doll ! Those are the best coupons ever! I spoil you rotten and you don’t even appreciate it,” J tugs on your hair so hard you wince in pain.

“Spoil me rotten?!”

“Zip it!,” he covers your mouth. “I wanna redeem my coupon and you’ll redeem one of yours in the same time.”

“Baby, I have so many things to do!”

“Bla, bla, bla…Don’t care!” and you get groped, pinched, undressed – in that order. “Shut up and do as you’re told!”

You have a million things to do but I guess duty calls.

Note to self: don’t ever give him coupons again.

************

You put in a blue ray for him and turn on the fireplace too, this way he has a movie to watch while you hope to finish a few chores.

“Kiiitttyyy! Hey, Kiiittyyyy!!!!

Jesus, seriously?!

“Yes, honey?”

“Com’ere!”

You’re stomping towards the master bedroom, annoyed.

“WHAT??!!!!!??”

“Watch your attitude, woman!” J growls, not pleased with the tone of your voice.

“You need anything?!” you continue, exasperated, defying the warning.

The Joker’s finger aims towards his mid-section:

“Daddy wants to take you on a ride to Fun Town. Com’ere, you bad Kitty!”

“NO!” you cross your arms on your chest, sulking. “Watch the movie!”

“What do you mean NO?!” J glares your way, stunned. He really has trouble understanding the meaning of the word: being refused is a concept he’s not accustomed to.

“NO as in: it’s not happening, zero, nada, nothing. The rest of us have to go on a heist tonight, you know that. I have to get ready, ok?”

“Huh?”

Still having issues processing the rejection.

“I have to go to the hideout and prepare, I’ll see you in a few hours, alright? You have everything you need around and your crutches are right by the bed. Behave honey,” and you exit the room in a hurry, heading towards the elevator.

“You’re cut off, Doll !!! No more sex for you!!!!!” you hear him shout and for some reason you have the boldness to reply:

“How can I be cut off from something I don’t want ?!”

J sat there petrified for a good half an hour. He had such a craving to run after you and kill you, but his range of motion is limited so instead he had a temper tantrum, breaking anything he was able to reach.

Nobody rejects The Joker!!!

*****************

You felt guilty about what came out of your mouth the second you said it but it was too late to take it back. After all, you do love the devilish coupon redeemer you can’t live without; such a sucker for his whims…

When you get back it’s late and you silently clean all the broken glass around the bedroom, careful not to wake him up. You watch J sleep for a little bit, his face lighted up by the flames dancing in the fireplace. Knowing the green haired plague, he probably had a horrible fit and you start feeling sorry for him even if you shouldn’t.

I mean, the great Joker is out of business for a while…bored as hell. What else can he do to chase away the monotony besides his favorite recreational activity?

You take your clothes off and sneak under the covers, holding him from behind since he’s not facing you.

“Go away…” he grumbles and moves away from you, groaning in pain from his broken limb.

You scoot close to him again, kissing the back of his neck, his shoulder and go down his arm.

“Stop it ! Get lost!” The Joker elbows you, cranky and sour from the earlier event.

“I’m sorry, OK?” you whisper in his ear, caressing his locks.

“Too late!” he hums, irritated. “Leave me alone!”

“Turn around, I want to talk to you.”

“Disappear!”

“Baabbbyyy…” you softly whine, “…can I redeem one of your coupons?” you try the strategy, hopeful for a positive answer.

“No! I told you you’re cut off!” J bitterly snarls. “I want to sleep, go!”

“But how can I be cut off from such fine quality merchandise?” you snuggle to him, pecking his back all over.

“I thought you don’t want the merchandise,“ he sarcastically reminds you.

“Of course I do, I didn’t mean to say it. Don’t be mad at me…yes?”

“You’re a horrible girlfriend!” he snaps and your mouth opens, but no sounds come out until you recollect yourself.

“I’m a horrible girlfriend?!” and you distance from his body, upset. “I do everything for you and that’s all you have to say?”

“Silence, you talk too much!! Vanish and quit bothering me!”

He hears you sniffle as you crawl on your side of the bed, punching your pillows in order to get more comfortable.

Wow, such an ungrateful person, you think to yourself, wondering about the choices you’ve made recently. You close your eyes and force your mind to shut down but it’s hard.

“Are you naked?!” the question suddenly comes from behind you.

“Maybe,” you mumble, not wanting to continue the conversation and cover your head with the sheets.

You hear him move around and you can sense he’s getting closer.

“Why are you naked? Auch!” J exclaims when his casted leg is caught in the comforter. You feel him trying to stretch to get to it so you take a deep breath, annoyed with both of you and surface from under the covers, untangling his trapped foot.

“There, honey,” you sassily accentuate the word, “ the horrible girlfriend did something right tonight.”

“Pfffttt,” The Joker puffs and gives you a wicked stare, “ you are horrible…and naked,” he is fast to add. “A very interesting combination; I’m pissed and aroused.”

You crack a smile.

“Wanna take a ride to Fun Town?” he smacks his lips and you nod a yes. “Good, Daddy will show you how to get there,” J boasts, full of confidence.

You don’t have a million things to do for the moment yet duty calls anyway.

Your boyfriend makes a mental note: give her more coupons.

**************

“Kitttyyyyy! Hey, Kittyyyy!!!!”

Oh my God!

“Yes, baby?”

“I want chicken soup!!!” he lets you know since you are in the kitchen cooking anyway.

(Internally screaming.)

“OK, I’ll make you some, hold on!”

After you fulfill the request, you hand him over the bowl with the steamy goodness. He tastes it and has to complain:

“It’s too salty!”

Goddammit, were you sent from hell to torment me?

But the sweetest smile lurks on your face:

“I’ll be back in a jiffy; I’ll fix it for you.”

You go on the hallway and wait there for about 5 minutes, then return with the same bowl.

“How is it?” you pretend to be nervous about his answer.

“It’s perfect,” J slurps on it, enjoying what he’s been craving. “ I also want to redeem one of my coupons afterwards.”

“What???!!! Why?!”

You sound so desperate.

“Don’t use that tone with me, woman!” the rant is about to begin so you have to avoid war.

“Fine! Fine! Which one?”

The Joker searches through his booklet and finds one:

“Erotic massage with scented oils for 45 minutes. And you must redeem one of your coupons in the same time.”

“Uhhhh…” you fakely cry because you are super busy again.

“Uhhhh?” he imitates you. “It’s a privilege and an honor to be able to enjoy such fine quality merchandise, Kitty! So enjoy your ride to Fun Town and stop complaining or you’re cut off!” the serious threat startles you. You actually like the merchandise and couldn’t bear being apart from such…excellent quality. One could say this is your favorite recreational activity also.

You have a million things to do but... duty calls.

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[talesfromacrip]

Tea Time With Yours Truly:

Don’t you love it when you finally realize you’re truly moving on from a toxic situation like the adult you are, when a song you like makes you rethink your visions, feelings, etc. of someone?? or it that me? everything starts to feel entirely new again though regardless. better n’ cooler bc you know you’re not suffering anymore.. just, a fantastic feeling. woo

fucking incredible. I’m F R E E. absolutely free. still hurts though. some things made me realize I should’ve done it sooner and I did. as best I could, i did.I tried all I could and I succeeded for the most part,but damn do they haunt me so badly. I hate it.

Go away, pest. the last 5/6 years have been an emotional roller coaster for me and I want off.somehow I did,the ride still catching me occasionally and pulling me back on, dragging me to the unknown

((some good things happened here n’ there like me meeting some friends I still talk toooo, playing new games and finding new animes))

it’s just good to know though that my mind doesn’t associate them with anything anymore bc they didn’t deserve anything much tbh. just like told me

———

———

I really want to bug my online buds constantly. From when I get up to when I fall asleep. send them memes, all that funky jazz..but I don’t. I can’t. I feel like I’m too clingy.. too needy.

I AM ACTUALLY. I shouldn’t care, but I do. Maybe it’s because I’m too emotional, too sensitive, too much, blah, blah, blah. Something "bad". Shit the grump hated that has just stuck to me like black balloons since. (( NF is the same with his mental issues. I’m glad to know I’m not alone with thinking of depression, anxiety, etc. as black balloons. Their like lifeless weights, but we still feel them weighing us down))

I love constant communication, especially from close friends.. bug me. 24/7. whenever, whatever. I don’t do anything. much that is. I’m overwhelmed when communicating nowadays so help me out pls??or not><

I don’t ask for it much though bc i was put down for asking for it. I was always told to say certain things as well, not think a certain way, send things at certain times. nothing nsfw even though we where adults. no art much bc it was always judged, other dumb shit.. I felt like the ultimate fucking bother bc of that.. person.

So I stayed to myself because of that and that made me worse ove time.

((I drove some people away when I did and I still am I feel,but I’m trying not too.. I couldn’t deal with myself though, I felt absolutely horrible. When I did, I said some nasty shit and I regret it all because a prick made me feel like complete shit and worthless about myself. I didn’t have to take it out on others like that, but wow.. I did. If I told anyone though,he’d come after me and that was what I didn’t want.. so nice huh?))

I felt like a broken down old dog. I still feel like that occasionally not as bad. not a pleasant feeling at all though

Are all of the things that make me like this really that bad or annoying or make me even less though?? fuck no it doesn’t. It makes me wayyyy better and much more cooler honestly, but those feelings still linger bc the manipulation was so bad..

—

Why the hell would you want me to be boring or better yet be with a boring person who doesn’t talk much and puts others down for similar behavior??

Why would I be with someone who doesn’t share any interests with me much or puts mine down bc they’re childish or unnecessary??

Why would I be with someone that doesn’t communicate anything at all and whatnot,like...please tell me??

I’m genuinely fucking interested.

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They told me I was always being too nice all the time. too soft, too babyish. too honest. too sensitive. blah, blah, blahhh. whenever I said something that was tooo personal or informative it’s like: "That’s too much information don’t ya think??" UMM, N O?? "Don’t say that around me ever or I’ll unfriend you and never speak to you again." Okay.. THEN DO IT, PUSSY.

Fucking asshat, douche canoe looking ass cunt.. ((He didn’t like those words or almost any word tbh it seems. true killjoy, I swear and I thought I was. I couldn’t even say oh my god or anything with lord in it because he’d then start saying "why are you saying that when you’re an atheist?" Umm actually I’m agnostic.. ))

he hated the whole "umm actually" deal too that I would do.. literally drove me up the damn wall every time. who fucking cares if I say that?? I’ve been accustomed to it because of my parents and people in general. come the fuck on now

It’s pretty common to say, twit. Don’t take it seriously, joke or not to piss me off to make you happy..man, he irritated the hell out of me and I’m glad he’s gone. like..look ‘bud’ should I just be angry and a constant liar and hateful and just, overall vile like you then all the time?? Guess so huh!! ohh boy!!

Which was almost that unfortunately.. i’m not good at lying and all like you though, you snake. when I did it wasn’t how I was feeling, it was how you felt.. which disgusted me.

I was always honest to you. maybe a few lies, but those were mostly about certain games that I didn’t really play and what I was laughing at. which was your dumb ass most of the time.

He made me start to hate things that made me very happy by being a total prick about it.. I miss feeling overwhelmed with overflowing joy for the things that bring and brought me peace.

I still have it, but it’s not as strong as it was before because some dumb fuck stepped on it too much telling me I’m weak in the process.

I couldn’t like anything anymore much without hearing him yelling at me occasionally and others as well that I never noticed till everything happened. just,yelling at me loudly and telling me how awful i am and other annoying, idiotic shit.. maybe that was your plan all along , to ruin me. ruin my confidence, my strength and my will to move up and thrive in life..

you tried dragging me down your well for being myself when you couldn’t.. pathetic. I bet you’re happy bc you feel like you ‘succeeded’ with this,but you didn’t win the war.

You never will

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they always manipulated me to dislike the things in life that made me happy. This irritated me a lot.. ((my interests in obscure and ‘buttrock’ bands/music in general, anime, weird games, my love for peculiar art, my badass friends..))

said absolute dumb shit if I got closer to some more than them. ((making me waste sooo much god damn time. say you’re busy all the time even though you live a "boring fucking same day to day lifestyle." tell them how you can’t message all the time when in fact you can and that you’re constantly on the only device that gets you connected to the world outside. tell them.)) makin me lie and be distant about how I felt with some of my amazing friends..

It was never about how I truly felt, but how they felt for me. (("Ohh they made you feel like that?? Well, it made me feel like this and you should too because //insert dumb explanation here//.", "You shouldn’t feel like that towards them, they don’t deserve it.", "Maybe I deserve to be treated like that instead, screw them.", "Don’t feel like that towards them or //issue//, thats absolutely appalling, childish, flat out sappy.", "Don’t let them know how you’re really feeling.. just act like you don’t care at all. They don’t care to help you anyway or else you’d be living a better life.", "They’ll just spread it around so just stay quiet instead until spoken too about it."))

E N D ME !!!  

Pls, I beg of you.. not really but the thoughts though, please

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he would tell me to not bug him when hes on a game, but he could to me. even on social media, which is how we stayed connected and not by messenger pigeons like it’s the 1500’s.

"Don’t bug me on FB when I’m not on." Okay, but I wanna share this with you...?? also, how the hell am I gonna know when you’re on when I’m drawing and trying to occupy my on edge brain??

proceeds to spam me shit in process irritating me. "Don’t bug me, don’t bug me" I hear like a whiny little baby.

"Why do you bug me all the time??" UMM, MAYBE BECAUSE I CARE AND I WANT TO UHHH, IDK SHARE THIS NEAT SHIT WITH YOU??? PENDEJO PUTA DE MIERDA!!

"I’ll message you and send invites when I feel like it." - Shithead towards the end. Circa 1818. ((Yeah, weeks or a month later like nothing happened. "I’ll see you later or tonight when I see you on, get back on, when I’m done eating" just, excuse after excuse..))

((IM ALWAYS FUCKIN ONLINE 24 GAT DAMN 7.  YOU KNOW THIS, SHITHEAD. I ALWAYS WANT TO TALK TO YOU OR SOMEONE IN THE DAMN GROUP. DNT FUCK WIT ME, MY TIME, OR PATIENCE LIKE THAT ANYMORE. ENOUGH. S T O P. And it did.. thank g o d))

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would literally make me wait around and feel like a complete and utter fool when instead he could’ve messaged and been like maybe tomorrow or something, but no.. nothing. made me believe in all sorts of dumb shit. ((Sad I did, but I was pretty gullible. still am. some stuff was just, a big nope though and obvious. I wouldn’t let him get to me that much, but he did in some ways.. disgusting ..))

I was made to feel like I was cared for when in fact I never was to begin with. explains a lot tbh. I felt like a disgusting half empty shell of a person with barely any fragments of a heart and soul left inside. that’s very dark, I know, but that’s how it feels in a way

"It’s not real, this depression you’re feeling, it’s just a phase. it’ll pass/ just suck it up and move on / don’t worry about it you’re fine, you’re just overreacting or overthinking about it / think positive more and be happy nothing bad has really happened to you yet/ I remember when you didn’t act like this."

HOW AND WHAT?!? EXCUSE ME, PEASANT!? SAY THAT AGAIN.. TO MY ACTUAL FACE. I DARE YOU N’ YEAH, I DO TO CAPTAIN OBVIOUS.

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I love how people ((friends and some mutuals)) thought I actually wanted to be, be with him, romantically and all that, that is but I just couldn’t..it was never there. I felt it for others though or someone to be exact, during those times which is how I knew I was in a toxic situation and it wasn’t real love or love in general I felt for them. just a facade

I just couldn’t let people know how badly he was treating me so I was sucked into a woven web of lies that got out of hand and ruined some pretty good moments for me completely it seemed

I never once wanted to fuck him or anything of the sort.

at first, we were kinda flirty and sweet with one another. talkin about cuddlin n’ goin on silly dates when we meet ya know. cute and fluffy things. things I got shit for down the road keep in mind. we’d give each other cute lil compliments to one another. It was just, cute and fun stuff ya know. especially since we were young as well.

there was never anything sexual between us either or too sexual, just crushy feels. ((I’m really fucking glad because mm, mmm. hard fucking pass))

he’d never and i mean never get my moist meter high, EVER. drier than this damn valley I live with scattered tumbleweeds, I tell you. not even a lil tingle. no bells ringing.fireworks flinging. I thought about it too and I’d just get disgusted tbh. thats how I knew

I felt like he’d be the worst in the end anyway and he was in general. he wasn’t even comfortable with himself or his sexuality and others things.. sooo, noooo, NOPE. thank u, next!!

I’m completely comfortable with mine.. thanks to my friends and some a bit more. I’m a bit scared to admit though that I’m demi bc of manipulation, but it is.

Happens unfortunately and I know I’m not alone on this journey of self acceptance. I wouldn’t have mind talking about it though, in a calm civil manner like adults do instead of giggling and making weird noises like an idiotic child.

Having it being brought up randomly amongst mutuals and all that got extremely awkward too as well, I hated it. "You wanna fuck him?", "You ever thought about it you two since y’all so close?" crickets and a few mumbled noises.. HA.mmm, I cared about him or what was left of him, not like that. honey flower ain’t or never will be feelin it for him.. EVER. HE EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATED ME AND I DIDNT EVEN KNOW SEX THAT MUCH OR MYSELF LIKE THAT SO FUCK HIM. uwu

She’s kinda quiet and scared tbh because he’s such a total killjoy asshole. she senses fear. she knows who really gets her bud blooming. just, the thought of him though like that made me wanna scream and kick him in this stupid ass face.

Ruined a lot of things for me, I swear but I’m moving on as best as I can.

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He had this switch flip type of mood. I don’t even remember how or why it happened, but it just got worse during and after his breakup it seems.

Which was like 3-4 years ago. started happening out of the blue and over time it just started to bug the living fuck out of me. daily. I was starting to hate it and hate it I did. made my skin crawl.. ((all the Linkin Park jokes))

It made me hate myself which I never did much tbh and I didn’t like that at all.. I wanted out, but I didn’t know where to go. I didn’t know who to talk to bc he’d come after me if I did especially if they knew him..

they didn’t though and were on my side, but yeah. I’m glad it stopped

A L L OF IT. I don’t need that kind ‘love’ in my life. that,awful presence. I don’t need any of that at all.. MMM, MMM BYE, BYE!! Disgusting.

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I wanted to help em try to be happy so fuckin bad after what happened ya know as friends do, when it should’ve been myself making me happy instead.. it was,but everything just got to me.

All the sighs. How lovely huh. We were ‘best friends’ ya know. I can’t even really call anyone that much bc it unnerves me. you’re supposed to make each other happy and all that as best friends, not a sad sack of low shit.

I can’t believe I wanted to be with him and or be around him that is... eughh. I was confused and in a dangerous situation towards the end.. feels like it was my fault, but it wasn’t.

Couldn’t talk to anyone about it. It was extremely fucking stupid on my part

Long time or not, why? just, holding onto old times I guess

That’s where I messed up. I didn’t even really bother trying to be with him tbh as I’ve said. in the beginning maybe yeah when we were younger, but he made me feel less and less over time as we grew older. I was embarrassed about a lot of shit and slowly I just finally realized how much of an asshole he really and truly is and how bad I wanted him out my life.

I couldn’t get away and when I did, he’d still be there someway.. haunting me with his negative nagging.it was dumb I know. I just don’t know exactly how I got lost in it so damn badly, but man, am I really dumb for doing it..

I wholeheartedly despise those feelings I had then and I fucking despise them now. ALL OF THEM. THEY HAVE RUINED MY LIFE AND IDK WHAT TO DO ANYMORE

((Great character development though, Cynth. Growing up and moving on. Something he could never do))

I don’t want to bring these problems into anyone else’s life and I did and I regret it.. I would like to disconnect from the server please bc of it, thank you

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I was made to feel like my disability was cureable around him and that I can do shit when I get my operations done when in fact, I can’t at all and won’t ever get ‘cured’ or anything like that of the sort.typical ableist /lamdwalker activity. despite how many times I told him,he’d forget. Mhmm, sure.. you only heard what you wanted. It’s fine

"We’ll be able to do this when you get said //part// fixed.." what? can I not do that now or something?? I know I can’t, but I can at least try right?? am I really not that good enough to be around and do shit with?? guess so, cool. Okay, I see. I really tolerated some extreme ableism and I still do, but it’s not as bad as that was..

I wish I could cure my RA though like that and have said money to do it. Snap my fingers and it’s done right? ummm, no. not as easy you think dumb ass. I have fused joints, osteo, it’s everywhere like how the hell am I gonna fix that so easily?? tell me, doc

You trippin more than younger me did. I think that’s why he just flat out ditched me in the end and got a gf while he was at it that had an almost exact personality as me in the process. he would point it out too and made me feel fucking creeped out even more.. like, I get it. can’t be youre, abled dream

Why do you care if we’re alike in some ways though?? ((Look where it got him though. He’s still struggling with it, the breakup, bringing it up once n’ awhile like it didn’t happen. It was hilarious to me bc he really was a basket case. I know he was trying to get rid of it, but he was more obsessive about it than a mf))

thankful I don’t deal with it anymore

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"You live the same day to day lifestyle. Ever since you and I graduated. The same fucking thing. The only new things you do are go to your stupid concerts or teach those weird kids. I see it or you end up telling me anyway." ((I know captain obvious yet again.. at least I’m having fun when I’m doing that. concerts for my favorite bands make me happy, teaching my kids do too ya asshole))

"Nothing is gonna change anyway if you get those procedures done. It’ll be worse for you and we all know that. Just deal with it and try to move on." ((I hate hearing your voice in my head. I want to ban it, mute it from all existence.. I’ve been replacing it with others and I’m glad it’s working))

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I keep hearing his voice sometimes when I post something on social media. not his actual voice, but something similar, especially in tone. moody and monotone. art,status, any of those with hashtags, rt‘s, anything.. I heard it

"Why did you post that?? Looking for attention or something?", "Not many people liked it because it’s //insert stuff I love here//", "Don’t like shit like that. I don’t want to scroll around awkwardly when I’m out.", "I saw what you put. Idk how to approach it, but I’ll like it to show you I care/to look at later to process."

Tf does that mean and huh?? Why do you care what I put anyway?? I don’t care what you put so why should you care what I put?? Why make me feel like shit for putting this up or talking about something I have some balls too. I want people to know. I’m close to some of these people

I haven’t been posting much because of that. It’s very noticeable and my some of my friends can vouch for it from the viewing couch. renders I do of friends stuff, my original work, OC stuff, fan arts. A L L gets judged by the mighty grump. who it is, colors, the style, shading.. nothing was good enough I guess. even though you said it was and so did my brain at one point. It does, but she’s just not that confident much anymore

He’d get on fan art which was the most irritating thing. "Try and draw like that or do something like that for once.", "They didn’t get me right.. did you give them the references? Even though you still haven’t made a proper one?", "Why did they draw me like that?", "That’s cool. Why my character though?" PEOPLE DRAW IN THEIR OWN WAYS IN MANY STYLES AND CAN CREATIVELY DO WHATEVER THEYD LIKE YA FUCKIN DUMBASS. IN THE END, ITS MY CHARACTER ANYWAY. YOU DIDNT DRAW HIM. I DID N’ WHO CARES. MAYBE THEY LIKE YOUR CHARACTER OR IDK I REQUESTED IT TO MAKE YOUR SAD ASS HAPPY.

"Ohh yeah, I used to draw back in the day." The shit he sent me was traced, had his signature on it covering the original artists, no consistent style. Straight up thief and ugly liar. He can’t even draw a straight line, let alone paint a piece. Please, boy. I KNEW IT AND HED MANIPULATE ME INTO THINKING IT WAS AND I KNEW. AINT FOOLING ME THERE. I maybe or might’ve been extremely gullible as a teen, but ooohhh honeyyyy, I knew, I knew.

Artist my ass. Yeah con artist :))

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I hated the awkward silence moments between us when we spoke. I literally wanted to fucking scream at you like you did to me sometimes when you were having a "bad day".

I wanted to yell at you about everything you’ve ever done to me the last time we talked and I just broke down instead because I am an "emotional bitch" as you say. HOLY SHIT though, are you boring. I thought I was, but I just get dissociative and I space out because I didn’t know what to say and when I did,I got judged for it. for everything else as wel which made me feel worse. fuucking fantastic you are

You made me feel like I was was swirling in this dead and extremely lonely silence that was ever so slowly drowning me and dragging me down.. ((Like BMTH says, don’t let me drown and you did to an extent)) i couldn’t breathe right for the longest time with you there.. felt like an enormous weight on my chest

when I was in there, it was awful and made me feel worse. I didn’t want to leave and when I did,you’d think I’d be having a fit or something.so, I would stay until you left and when you did it was absolute freedom.

I swear I hated being around you. I got judged for making any sort of weird noise, hiccup, burp, humming, my singing, jokes. such a fun person you are, hmph

#therapy journal #disabled post #disability #ableism #internalized ableism #anxiety #tw

[junhuui]

48 + 1 for wonhui!

48. “I am this close to calling my ex.” + 1.“Surprise,I have feelings and you just hurt them.”

“I am thisclose to calling my ex,” Junhui warned the entire room. Minghao and Hansol bothwalked over to him and they all drunkenly tried to wrestle one another for thephone in Junhui’s hands.

“No, Junhyung,” Hansol slurred. “It ain’t worth it,”

“Don’t callWonwoo,” Minghao said, slapping his arm a little too hard because he currently didn’thave much control of his own limbs. “You’re better than that, hand it over.”

Junhuirolled onto his stomach, phone tucked underneath him. “I’m calling him,” Junhuitold both of them, and then he ran to his bedroom and locked himself in,already pressing on Wonwoo’s contact.

“Wonwoo,”Junhui said, as soon as Wonwoo answered the phone. “Can you come over? I reallyneed to talk to you.”

“Who’s this?”Someone, who definitely wasn’t Wonwoo, said on the other line.

Junhuipulled his phone away and looked at, he didn’t mess up, this was definitely Wonwoo’sphone and someone who definitely wasn’t Wonwoo and who he didn’t know wasanswering it.

“No one.” Junhuisaid. “Bye.”

When Junhuiopened his bedroom door, Minghao and Hansol were both standing outside of it,looking ready to argue with him more, but they both stopped when they saw that Junhuiwas shaking with sobs and they did nothing but open their arms and let him cryinto their shoulders for the rest of the night.

…

“I’m sostupid,” Junhui said, cheek squished against Minghao’s thigh the next morning.Minghao held a cold pack against his pounding ahead with one hand and ran hisfingers through Junhui’s tousled hair with the other.

“No, you’renot,” Hansol argued from his place leaning up against the couch by Junhui’shead, half asleep.

Junhui wasquiet for one long moment and then he asked, “Do you think that’s why he brokeup with me?” His voice broke and he started crying and Hansol turned around,shushing him and running a hand up and down his back.

“Wonwoohyung isn’t like that,” Hansol assured him. “It’s just because the both of youwere so busy, and you didn’t have a lot of time to see on another. Listen, I’mtellin you, by the end of the semester you and hyung will be back together.”

“Unless thatbastard really was cheating,” Minghao said. “Because he can’t date anyone afterhe’s dead.”

“Hyung!” Hansolprotested, and then winched at the volume of his own voice.

“Seungcheolhyung has bleach and gardening gloves from the flower shop,” Minghao told him,as if that was supposed to be comforting. “I can borrow them, I’ll get Jeonghanhyung to help and he won’t even have noticed they were missing.”

“Okay, stop.” Hansol said. “Seriously, beforeI have to get Jisoo to start getting ready to defend you in court.”

“Listen-“

Hansol shrieked,covering his ears. “I will not be an accomplice, stop talking!”

“Too late,you already heard too much, you need to help now or else imma bring you up incourt and you’re going down with me.”

“Oh my god.”

Just then,there was a knock on the door, and Junhui, who had been watching his two bestfriends bicker for the last few minutes, got up from Minghao’s lap and walkedover to answer the door.

He almostchoked on his tongue when he saw Wonwoo standing there.

They startedat each other for a moment, and then,

“Hey, Jun.”

“GUILITY!”Minghao accused from somewhere in the apartment.  “GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY! COME HERE JEON WONWOOSO I CAN END YOU.”

“OH MY GOD,HYUNG, SHUT UP!”

“WHO ARE YOUTELLING TO SHUT UP?!?”

Hansol ranall the way to his room screaming, Minghao right on his heels.

Junhuilooked down at the ground. “Well, come in then, I guess.”

Wonwoo tookoff his shoes, slipping on the slippers he always used when he used to comeover and then followed Junhui to his room. They sat on the bed for a fewminutes in total silence, Junhui with his arms wrapped himself and Wonwoostaring at him,

“About lastnight,” Wonwoo started.

“What aboutit?” Junhui asked, trying to sound not as hurt as he felt.

“I didn’t meanfor you to find out like that,” Wonwoo said. “I know when we broke up thereasoning was kind of weird, and I didn’t mean to hurt you-“

“Well,”Junhui began. “Surprise, I havefeelings and you just hurt them.” Junhui said bitterly. “Why are you even here?”Junhui asked him. “Just go be with your new stupid boyfriend or whatever.”  

Wonwoo wasstunned into silence for a moment. “What thehell are you talking about?”

“Your newboyfriend who answered your phone last night,” Junhui said, still looking atthe ground and his pink slippers that matched the ones Wonwoo was wearing. “I guesshe told you I called and you’re here to do damage control, but I’m fine, so youcan leave.”

“What thehell-Junhui, Mingyu isn’t my fucking boyfriend, he’s my English tutor.” Wonwoosaid. “My very annoying English tutor who answered my phone when I left to geta drink when we were studying together last night.”

“Englishtutor?” Junhui echoed back, looking at Wonwoo.

“You know Ineed to take a language class for my major,” Wonwoo said. “And I suck at English,but I was too embarrassed to ask Jisoo hyung or Hansol for help and I wasfailing the class and I needed to save my GPA after that class I failed lastyear, and- “Wonwoo swallowed. He looked embarrassed, but he continued. “Junhui,I love you so much, you know that, right, baby? I told you when we broke up, itwasn’t about me not loving you, I just needed to concentrate on school, but Igot a tutor and my grades are back up and like I was trying to say, I nevermeant to hurt you, and I know I did and I’m so sorry, but I wanted to talkabout, you know, us getting back together.”

Junhuiblinked at Wonwoo with his long, wet eyelashes. “That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“And you don’thave a secret boyfriend that you left me for?”

“Absolutelynot.”

“And youwant to get back together?”

“Yes.” They lookedat one another and gently, slowly, Wonwoo took Junhui’s hand in his and massagedhis fingers and after a moment, Junhui smiled brightly, and said, softly and alittle shyly,

“Okay.”

Wonwoohugged him and Junhui let himself hug him back and relax in his arms. “Don’t scareme like that,” Junhui pouted into his shoulders. “I cried all night because Ithought you got a new boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry,baby.” Wonwoo said, kissing the top of his head. “I wanted to wring Mingyu’sneck when he told me you called, and he answered, we had to have a serious conversationabout personal things being personal, that dude is like a needy puppy andsometimes over steps boundaries and shit, but, yeah, besides that, he’s apretty good guy.” Wonwoo kissed his head again. “Okay, Im going to stop talkingabout Mingyu now.”

“Thank you.”Junhui said. “Besides, I wanna hear about what you’ve been up to,” He looked upat Wonwoo from his place half hidden in his shoulder. “I missed you, Wonwon.”

“Ew, ‘Wonwon’, cut that Lavender Brown shitoff in my house.” Hansol called from his room.

“Shut thefuck up, Hansol!” Minghao yelled back from his own room. “Don’t be so fuckingrude, they were having a romantic moment!” 

“I almostmissed them listening to all of our conversations through your bedroom wallsand commenting on them.” Wonwoo said. “Almost.”

“Who’s thisMingyu guy, anyways?” Minghao yelled, still in his room. “I needa meet the guywho almost made me go to jail for murdering Wonwoo hyung.”

“Whose beingrude now?!”

“Listen thefuck here- “

The couplewere then too lost in each other’s eyes to even listen to Minghao and Hansol goingback and forth at one another from opposite sides of the hall.

#wonhui #writing #wonhui fic #seventeen fanfic #sorry this took so long to do! #anon #answered