#i love this new keyboard i wont stop

[bcacstuff]

Looks like Sam didn’t race today. His results should have been posted in real time, and it was empty, and still is a couple of hours later.

There are indeed no results shown and normally they are displayed in real time. Other contenders' results are all shown. So I think we can safely assume he didn't participate. So you can all stop sending me messages about that, I already know and saw it myself.

To the wishful thinkers sending me messages about he's there and whatever else you're speculating [some very sick things by the keyboard warriors putting that in someone's inbox without the courage to sign it with your name and hiding behind the Anon! Be ashamed of yourself, wash your mouth with soap, clean your keyboard or phone or tablet whatever you use with bleach and go for a long walk preferably somewhere fresh and windy to clean all these cobwebs from your brain]. e.g. Stop sending me anything if you have nothing else to do but speculate. You know the drill, pic or no cigar. No pic; your message will end up in trash and your wasting your (and my) time.

To all the but but but.... he could be there.... Well, it's quite an interesting venue as it is combined with the FIBO event as well. A huge expo, if you're interested in fitness, workouts and all things related, it sure is an event you might want to visit. I saw some awesome footage exploring it. The entrance passes for the Hyrox race (as well as spectators) allows you entrance to the expo as well.

But... (my but this time) lets get real: He has worked for 3 weeks filming on location. AN is in Edinburgh, preps for the gala and other business which Sam would want to be involved in as much as he can and they are working on. And tomorrow a new week of filming starts. Busy busy day yesterday in Paris. From what I've heard and saw some tweets as well, they overbooked Sam

They were running late on schedules and rushed things, Sam has been busy from 8 in the morning till at least 8 in the evening with just a 30 min. lunch in between.

There are no direct flights from Paris to Cologne. So it would be quite challenging to get there on time (I repeat no direct flights, he'd have to fly on Düsseldorf or Frankfurt and then still have travel by taxi or train to Cologne. And not a lot of options for flights even then).

And perhaps he might just love to enjoy a relaxing day in Paris, nice weather and have his pic taken by a fan who was lucky enough to not pay a lot of money and wait in long queues to get a rushed selfie or pic! ^^

Anyway all in all, more reason to believe he wouldn't be there or go there. Even though he wasn't at the evening event last night, I can not tell you why, but I'm told it is not really surprising. It doesn't mean anything necessarily.

So that's my heads up on this topic and probably the last you'll hear about it. Unless there are other developments. But my bet there wont be!

🎥 studiolesessentielles IGS

[dominic-sessa]

life update!!

i finally have some free time and havent properly posted something in so long so i thought id write up something!

first of all i want to say that ive successfully fixed my bingewatch problem in late january!! i hate to say it, but seeing how many movies i saw last year in my letterboxd wrapped really concerned me 🫤 i wanted to make an effort to make use of my time properly (after starting a new job and all) and i thought i wont let myself waste time bingeing horrible b-movies just so i can bump up the percent watched in someones filmography (its kinda tricky doing it so i made a resolution to only watch movies which interests me if i want to see more of someone)

with that said, i ended up not watching anything on weekdays and eventually think that staring at my phone for more than an hour wasnt my thing anymore (at least in the context of doing it EVERYDAY). so that may be one of the reasons why the turnaround for my hyperfixations got slower (which i think is good!).

ALSO, i do want to mention that because ive been watching less films recently i initially thought it would be great for my gif making hobby since i wont feel the pressure of wanting to gif so many movies at one sitting. i tried this in early feb and.. well... lets just say that it takes time for my very old laptop to make gifs (i had it since college during the pandemic so it was really used!). i only screen record scenes i want to gif because i hate having to wait to download AND even if i had hq clips it would take my laptop so long to render. so making something lq and having to wait 30mins just for a single gif wasnt doing it for me (bcs i said i wanted to make more use of my time).. so thats the reason why i havent posted anything lately (I REALLY REALLY wanted to make a gifset of josh whitehouse in valley girl but the quality just ended up stressing me 🫠)

and for my last update, as u can tell from my reblogs on queue, i just saw daisy jones and the six and LOVE josh whitehouse and he really got me playing the guitar again 😭😭 (i still think its a miracle!!!). ive been practicing some old pieces i used to perform when i was in high school during my 5-9's and i just had a bizzare idea of getting into the piano. i only ever played classical before, so i always had a problem doing improvs. i spent some time looking at videos on youtube and found out improvs on the piano were waay easier to play and understand, so im gonna buy a keyboard very very soon (which im so excited for)!!!! learning how to do jazz improvs on keys would probably be my new hobby and making gifs would probably be back until i get a new laptop (which at the moment is very low priority 🥲)

SO THERES THAT! Now heres an audit trail of my jan-feb hyperfixations!

still on a tom blyth high since late december 2023

dom sessa: after watching the holdovers (seriously this time)

sam claflin: i wanted to get out of the coriolanus blackhole so i ended up reading finnick odair fics 😭😭 i found out he was the lead in daisy jones and the six so i watched that! my hyperfixation didnt last tho!! i have love rosie on my watchlist but got side tracked bcs of... *drum roll*

JOSH WHITEHOUSE -i find it crazy how most of my hyperfixations are englishmen. but yes. my sweet pookie. i love him. i will try not to talk much bcs if i start i wont stop. but tldr i didnt binge his filmography so i was on his youtube channel for quite some time and spent 15mins a day there... thats maybe the reason i got into playing the guitar again? love his music videos AND love how he plays flamenco. i play classical on the guitar and am a tarrèga girl so i never bothered to learn flamenco (tarrèga hated it) . but knowing just that made me want to at least remember some pieces i used to play just so i can play again... THEN i found out he has a new movie coming up with...

malcolm mcrae: ngl his pretty face caught my eye (special shoutout to anya! literally the power couple)... my first thoughts were like 'ohh i wonder what his character is like in triton'. but then i found out hes in a band SO i was thinking ok hes in a movie w josh so theres probably gonna be something music in it. i then looked up his band and love their songs!! theyre only a duo which i think is p strong (u dont need that many ppl in a band rly!) and i watched some interviews they had too!

KANE RITCHOTTE: my babygirl. my darling. idk what to say abt him. his songs with malcolm are always so magical. ive been playing gods in the details on repeat since early feb. hes my favorite more* member. the literal musical god. im praying hell sing more songs. ALSO i was suprised he did a cameo in daisy jones and the six with malcolm (they were the one who taught some of them how to play their instruments!! i was in awe bcs malcolm was the literal billy dune. LIKE sam claflin really copied his playing style which is so neat!!)

thats all!! thanks so much if uve read up until this point ily and pls lmk what uve been up to as well 🫶

take care <3

#hi friends family followers #i am here #doing a write up bcs im thinking of making my next newsletter post abt what ive been into recently #for practice #thats probably the same thing as this post but clearer haha #*

[melaks]

I've been thinking more seriously about buying an art tablet for my digital drawings recently but im not sure really yet. I've had my eyes on one for a couple weeks that's been on sale, but idk about taking the real step and buying it.

I've been drawing with a mouse and keyboard for like fifteen years at this point, or my finger on my phone more recently, so I'm not sure how the transition from those to the tablet would go. Saying that I know that I adapted to drawing on my phone with my finger pretty quickly, so maybe it wont be so bad.

I dont wanna buy it and then end up not using it, or worse to buy it and then like, stop making art altogether like i like to do when i buy a new thing for a hobby i think im gonna stick with. lmao

That feels Less likely in this case because ive loved drawing for like two decades, and i dont imagine getting a new tool would just... take that all away lol but the worry is always there

anyways if anyone has any input on learning to draw with a tablet and what its like that'd be useful for me and I'd appreciate it 💖

#ps #art advice #(?) #drawing tablet #well that's the end of things i can think to tag this with. oops #art #(??) #sorry it got long im rambly lol

[ilycupid]

Tumblr is fucking weird.

During the past few days upon this new arrival on tumblr, my explorations have left me in quite a troubling spot.

But that's....besides the point. As I lay in my bed at 4am, Im thinking to myself about all the possibilities life has to offer. How amazing is it to turn nothing into something.

I absolutely hate that i'll have a million prepared thoughts, but as soon as my finger touches this keyboard I forget everything.

Let's talk about love.

I think on my journey to love, the first thing I realised was how important it is to put effort into yourself. I think the damsel in distress thing only works in movies. For so long, ive been wanting help. Needing it. Ive been crying and screaming for someone to save me, to give me a break!

But that didnt happen. I realised when it comes to life, my life, I have to take control. I have to put my feet down and get and keep pushing, and keep working. I dont want to, it's the last thing I want. But for things to work in favor I do.

I dont want to be that little girl waiting after school for her parents to pick her up anymore. I can't be. Theyre going to be late, maybe they wont show up and I have to walk home this time. I still have to get home, right? That little girl is going to be waiting forever if I dont help her, so that's what I'm going to do. Im helping her right now. Im showing her what happens when you pour into yourself, and you stop waitng on other people, you make things happen for youself now. You dont have to depend on others because youre able to make things work now.

Not only do I need to pour and put effort into myself, I need to trust myself. If I cant trust myself , respect myself, treat myself, make myself feel good, how can I expect someone else to? What I wont do for myself why would others?

Tell me if this is fucked to say but, I feel once I start putting love into myself, others will see that and they will love me. Im not looking for aceptance and love from everyone now lets make this VERY clear. But what I do want is better for myself and I think this is just the route that I need to take.

I'll keep you updated on the shit show.

- Cupid

#AwkwardBlackGirl #NewFriendsPlease? #rant #black girl

[istanbulite]

Eve: Satan you're so cute and proper ヽ( ´￢`)ノmy favourite type of person ~

Satan: (･∀･)

Eve: İ hope i have a son like you someday ^^

Satan: (ꐦ •᷄ࡇ•᷅)

Lucifer: 👂

Lucifer: (⌯¤̴̶̷̀ω¤̴̶̷́)✧

Satan: (っ'-')╮ =͟͟͞͞🔪

Lucifer: 🔪＝=－三ღ(ﾟᆸﾟ)ღ

#i love this new keyboard i wont stop #this is it this is the dynamic #eve killed satan in 1 critical hit #obey me original character #obey me #lucifer obey me #satan obey me #diary #oc: eve

[katzeschreibt]

Lets Leave This Cruel World Together (yandere!albedo x gn!reader)

Albedo runs away with you after faking your death

unhealthy relationships, albedo drugs you i guess?? pretty/kinda angsty, reader likes syrup (may sound dumb but its kinda important), implied that reader is apart of the knights of favonius, its not really stated how Albedo began to like you because I was too lazy to do it myself, also i left the ending open for interpretation

hiya guys! i decide to begin writing more frequently (or whenever i can) because i got a new keyboard and its so fun to type on! Anyways i hope you enjoy this fic! also thank you for all the notes on my last post, it makes me very happy :) Also, this took a really long time to write so I would appreciate some feedback on it, to improve my writing! I am still a young writer so gaining feedback on my work would mean alot. dont forget that my requests are open! have a good day/night. :) also ill be writing for xiao kazuha and scaramouche with this prompt next

tldr; ill be writing more frequently, please give feedback, requests open

Albedo understood that what he was doing was wrong. Of course he did, its common knowledge. However, you were being a bit... troublesome, so he was practically forced to this option. In his defense, he didnt want to! He originally planned to just ask you to leave the region with him, but because of your stubbornness, he had to turn to this option.

"Albedo, if you dont let me go, Im going to-" You tried to say, but the alchemist put his finger against your lips, shushing you with a menacing glare. He bend down to your level- he had tied you to a chair in his little lab so he could propose- no, explain his plan to you.

"You wont do anything. You cant do anything. Youre completely helpless. The only person who you can turn to is me." Albedo told, his voice in a husk whisper. You only stared at you in his eyes in response before he began speaking.

"I understand that you dont approve of my tactics. Yet I think of this as an opportunity to have a better life, with me. We can escape with eachother, we can protect eachother, we can love eachother. With nobody else in our way." You squirmed in your seat as Albedo's finger finally left your mouth.

"I view you as a friend, I told you that! I dont want this!" You cried, your eyebrows in a frown. Yet Albedo only chuckled as he watched you, a grin plastered on his lips.

"You say that, yet..." He leaned towards your ear, his breath oddly cold. "You never protested when I brought you here against your will, did you?"

You only stayed quiet, you knew he was correct. You didnt make a fuss, even when he showed you a quick glimpse of his plan.

"Now then," His face was back in front of yours now, his eyes dark with some sort of mischief. "Shall I explain my- no, our plan? Or is there something else on your mind?" You only sighed, shaking your head.

"Fine, go ahead and tell me your grand idea. But youre not gonna be able to go through with it. I'll stop you somehow." You scowled, another chuckle leaving Albedo's mouth.

"Hm, whatever you say." He spoke, standing up and backing away from you to make it easier to visualize his plan. "For starters, we're going to fake your death. It may seem confusing, but its crucial to our plan if we want to run away from here." He began, looking at your shocked expression.

"Next," He continued. "We're simply going to... dissapear. Dont worry about the details, I already have everything covered." You sat frozen in your seat, confusion and shock flowing through your mind.

"Wait wait, repeat that? Youre going to fake my death?" You exclaimed. Albedo nodded, a pleased smile on his face.

"Correct. Oh, but dont fret. Its very important to out plan, but I have everything under control. All i need for you to do, is..." He walked towards you, bending down onto his knee and smiling, booping your nose with his finger. "...just sit still and accept whats coming for you. Is that okay?"

You stayed silent, and to Albedo that meant you understood, so he stood up and began to walk away from you and to the enterance to his cave.

"W-Wait!" You called out to him. He stopped walking and spun around. "Why... are you doing this in the first place?" You asked. He stared at you for a moment before humming.

"Well, Its because I simply love you. You understand, dont you? I cant have anybody else looking at you the way I do." He explained, and with that he left you, alone and cold.

~~~

You woke up to your body being harshly shaken. Once your eyes finally adjusted to being awake, you noticed the familiar cold hands on your shoulders and the signature star-shaped birthmark in front of you.

Albedo noticed you open your eyes, and he stopped shaking you.

"Ah, goodmorning. I did not mean for you to wake up like this, but as long youre awake its okay." He said, a soft smile on his face. If last night never happened, you would smile back. But now that you know why Albedo is waking you up, your face automatically turned into a frown.

"Why... what are you trying to do?" You asked, looking at your surroundings. You noticed that you were still in Albedo's cave, still strapped to a chair, and still in the same outfit as yesterday.

"...Only waking you up." He said, the smile never leaving his face. You knew something was off, that he was planning something, but before you could confront him he began to talk again. "Ive made you breakfast. We have a long day ahead of us, and I would hate to leave on an empty stomach."

Then, infront of you was a plate with delicious-looking pancakes, syrup in a small container on the side. "I didnt know If you liked your syrup on top of the pancakes or on the side, so I put it on the side. Forgive me if it is to your disliking." He said.

You only stared at the food in front of you. Sure it looked delicious, but did he really expect for you to simply... trust him? After kidnaping you and restricting your movement? Yet, you were very hungry, and honestly, Albedo didnt seem like the type of man to tamper with your food. So, you hesitantly nodded, attempting to grab the fork on the side of the plate until you remembered that your hands were tied behind your back.

"Oh, right. Here, I can feed you. Do you want me to pour the syrup onto the pancakes?" He asked. You nodded once more. You watched as the thick syrup fell onto the stack of pancakes, making the pancaked have a thick glossy layer. Then, he grabbed the knife and fork from the plate and sliced off a piece with a particularly large amount of syrup, and held it to your lips. "Say 'Ah',"

You opened your mouth for the fork to enter it. Carefully, he moved the fork inside of your mouth as you then closed it, chewing on the food.

He stared at you while you swallowed the pancakes, a slight grin on his face. "How does the syrup taste?"

"They taste- oh, the syrup tastes fine." You said after you finished chewing. "It tastes like normal syrup. Why?"

"Mmm... Im glad that you like it." He smiled, ignoring your question. "Well then, I think youve had enough. I'll go set this aside, we might need this later." He said, raising a question in your mind.

"What do you mean later?" You asked, yet he ignored your question once more as he walked over to his desk and set the plate down.

"I'll be working on something over here, please do not be afraid to call for me if you need anything." He said, sitting down in his own chair and putting on his gloves.

"Youre just gonna leave me here then?" You asked, expecting for him to brush off your question, but he hummed in response.

"I cant assure myself that you will stay put," He said, looking back towards you. "But you wont be there for long. We will start our venture once..." He stopped himself, shaking his head and turning back towards his table.

You only stayed silent.

Then, out of nowhere, your head and cheeks began to feel hot, and your head began to feel fuzzy.

"Albedo, Im feeling a bit dizzy. Can I at least get some water?" You asked, only eliciting a chuckle from the alchemist in front of you.

"Water? Oh, Im afraid I cant supply you with that at the moment." He said, turning around to face you again. "But if it gets worse, please let me know."

You nodded, the feeling already getting worse as you felt your eyes burn. Your vision began to get foggy, as if you were about to cry. But Albedo didnt turn back around- instead he only stared directly at you and your face.

"I-I think its getting worse," You said, your speech sounding only a bit slurred. Then, Albedo walked towards you, and once he finally stood in front of you he knelt down to your level.

"Thats good. See, I added a bit of Rohypnol to the syrup you had with your pancakes this morning." He said, an innocent smile on his face as he watched your drowsy eyes widen. "I was worried you would decline the syrup. But knowing you, you like syrup. Lucky I was able to dissolve the pill, or else I wouldve had trouble going through with our plan." The alchemist explained. You shouldve known- an alchemist who kidnapped you and gave you food. You shouldnt have ignored the red flags.

"Rohyphnol...?" You asked, trying your best to fight the drug. Yet you could feel its affect kicking in.

"Mhm. Its a drug thats commonly used for knocking people out unconcious." He explained, patting your head. "This is a big step to completing our plan. Thank you for cooperating, Y/n."

And with that, you blacked out.

~~~

Once Albedo assured himself that you were unconcious, thats when he began to conduct his plan. He untied the restraints on your body and picked you up. You were heavier than he had expected, but he already knew it would be a bit of trouble to pick you up. But he was able to manage, and thats when he made his way halfway down the mountain, carrying his sword and carrying you on his shoulder.

Once he was pretty far down the mountain, he set you down near a rock and calmly walked towards a hilichurl camp, instantly slaughtering the monsters and then making his way back to you.

Picking you up, he then walked back to the now abandoned camp, setting you down in the middle of it. He then took of one of his shoes, slicing a cut in his foot to create blood. He made sure to cut his foot so nobody would be able to see any cuts anywhere on his body. Afterwards, he took the blood and spread it somewhere on the ground to make it look like you were attacked. He knew that the nurses or whoever would come to you would most likely take a dna sample of the blood, but it didnt matter. You both would be fleeing to a new region anyways.

Lastly, he put back on his shoe and looked at the scene he created. It looked close to real- he was an artist afterall. The affects of the drug would cause you to be knocked out for quite a long time, but with no hesitation, Albedo ran down the rest of the mountain, headed straight for Mondstadt.

Albedo already knew how familiar and well known you were to a lot of the community, so this plan of your guys' would be quite risky. Yet, even if it did backfire, Albedo had a backup plan in mind.

Once he reached the cathedral, he opened the doors and rushed inside, greeted with a shocked looking Barbara in front of him.

"Oh my, Albedo! You scared me!" She said, smiling afterwards. "Is something the matter?"

"Y/n..." He said, out of breath due to his running. "I was making my way down the mountain when I saw Y/n laying unconcious in a hilichurl camp. I defeated the rest of the hilichurls, but I couldnt get them to move. I wouldve picked them put, but... I just couldnt." He explained, trying not to overexaggerate the details. Barbaras eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock.

"W-What? We need to get over there as soon as possible!" She said, her hands flying up to her mouth. "Albedo, do you remember where you left them?"

The alcemist nodded, trying not to smile due to the fact that his plan was going well so far. He led Barbara outside of the cathedral.

"You should probably go tell the knights... They should probably hear this." She advised, grabbing his hands and looking up at him. "A-And please dont worry about Y/n! I know how much they mean to you, but theyll be okay in my hands!"

Albedo nodded and hurried off to the knights headquarters, going straight to Jean's office first. As he opened the door, he was met with Kaeya and Lisa already in there. At least it would make telling them much easier.

"Albedo, I didnt expect to see you around Mondstadt." Jean smiled, Lisa and Kaeya looking his direction.

"Greetings, chief alchemist." Kaeya said, a smile on his face. Albedo only nodded in response as he quickly walked towards Jean's desk.

"Master Jean... Y/n was found unconcious in Dragonspine after fighting a group of hilichurls. I found them while walking down the mountain and I killed the rest of the hilichurls, but... Im not sure how Y/n is doing. Ive already notified Barbara, and she said that I should inform you all as well." Albedo explained to the three. Kaeya's smile vanished as Lisa frowned, leaning in closer to the alchemist.

"I see... Please, lead us to their location. This meeting can wait." She said as she stood up from her seat. Kaeya hummed as he walked towards the door.

"Im quite surprised... Y/n is known to have rather good fighting skills. I wonder why they lost that battle..." He said to himself. Albedo only shrugged.

~~~

Albedo led the group up the mountain, yet before they could reach your still unconcious body, he stopped.

"I should check to see if their body is where I think it is." Albedo said. Barbara and the others nodded, signaling Albedo to begin the final stage of his plan.

As he walked towards your body, he smirked to himself. He was about to do it, he was about to run away with you to a new life in a new region! He was so tired of everyone treating you so specially- he was the only one who could do that! Hes admired you for so long now, so why would he give that away to someone else?

Finally, he picked you up and began to hurry down a whole other path down the mountain, leading a completely different way from the rest of Mondstadt.He had to hurry, he couldnt have the others seeing him flee the scene. Besides, he already had everything he needed; his weapon, his own two feet, and you. As he rushed down the mountain, he could feel the slice in his foot pulsing, and he could feel the blood on his shoe press against the rest of his foot. But it didnt matter.

As long as he had you now, nothing mattered.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #genshin albedo #genshin angst #yandere genshin impact #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #kazuha genshin impact #xiao genshin impact #scaramouche genshin impact

[soobadnoonecanstopher]

Touch it for Real, Part 5

Genre: Humor / Fluff / Eventual Smut

Warnings: OMG they were roommates / slice of life / slow burn / mutual pining / crude humor / cursing / virgin!baek / idiots to lovers / mention of feet

Characters: Baekhyun X You/Female Reader

Description: You teach Baekhyun how to date. (Basically the Get You Alone M/V)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6

Baekhyun was trembling. His hands were actually shaking so much each time he tried to type into the keyboard of his phone he hit the wrong letters and the typos rendered his message impossible for even the autocorrect to guess what he was trying to say.

“Just — ugh — just give me a regular keyboard for fuck’s sake,” he was grumbling to himself, “my hands wont stop shaking. I can’t. I can’t do this.”

He tossed the phone with force away from him and it landed face down on the carpet across the living room.

“No. I refuse,” he was staring over at the phone on the floor with a shell shocked aura about him, “just forget it. I’ve changed my mind. I can’t. I won’t!”

You’d given him a homework assignment an hour ago.

Ask a girl out on a date.

He’d been sitting on this sofa with his phone in his hands, writing, deleting, rewriting and deleting, again and again, into the text message conversation he had going with Mia.

It had been going pretty well with Mia actually. You’d been handing him the reins more and more and you both celebrated together with a single glass of wine the night he’d had his first actual phone conversation with her. Baekhyun was a lightweight and usually refused to drink more than a few sips of alcohol but he’d gone for the chilled bottle in the fridge and poured it into two glasses and handed one of them to you and lifted his own into the air. He did not wait for you to acknowledge his toast though. He just downed the contents of his glass with a wince on his face in a single go, slammed the empty glass down onto the counter roughly and stormed out of the kitchen toward his bedroom. You sipped your glass and counted it as a shared celebration.

His phone call lasted for 3 minutes and 32 seconds and he managed to tell one awkward joke that elicited audible laughter from the girl. You knew because you sat on the couch beside him with your ear pulled up as close to the phone as you could manage, trying to hear everything that happened. You’d let him know you were here to intervene if something went wrong but honestly you were sure he would do well on his own. And honestly, he was about to do well on his own, despite how awkward and very nervous his voice was.

They had gotten past the introductions at least twice when he briefly forgot what came after “hello” and simply said it a second time. She at least said it twice too and the awkward pause that came after that went on for too long when you held up the index card in your hand and pointed with your finger to the question you had written down.

“Uhh...so h-how...umm...how are — I mean, what are you up to?”

You couldn't make out her response, but whatever she said pulled an interested hum from the back of his throat and he made a quick witted remark that had her giggling in response.

You could definitely make out the sounds of her laughter and you could instantly see the change on his face when it happened. You saw the brightness form inside his eyes and he turned to look at you with a surprised expression as he lifted a finger to point at the phone he held in his hand.

His eyes were wide with something in between amazement and panic and he mouthed the words ‘she’s laughing’ at you and you nodded enthusiastically in response.

Unfortunately a few seconds after the joke he accidentally dropped the phone and it took a wild bounce, landing somewhere under the couch. He couldn’t find it for two whole minutes and when he finally found it, he made up some excuse about having to go because he smelled something burning.

He stared at the phone until the screen turned black and he didn’t move when you rubbed a soothing hand over his back.

“That went pretty good,” you offered. Baekhyun grunted and turned toward the kitchen for the celebratory toast.

Since that night, (you know the one) you’d intentionally taken on a more supportive teacher role in this project. You vowed to keep yourself involved as much as he needed and you swore you could keep your own selfishness from impeding his progress. The way you had been acting had been unfair and he was too good to you for him to deserve anything less than your very best.

You had made a promise to Baekhyun and then you made a promise to yourself to follow through on that promise. You would move Heaven and Earth to help him reach his goal because he deserved it and seeing him happy would be enough to get you through anything that came your way.

You were fine.

No really, you were completely fine.

He was moaning.

You sat on the couch beside him with your foot propped up on the coffee table as you carefully applied the second coat of polish to your toenails. You’d become quite the expert at applying polish to your nails during bumpy situations. Sitting next to the man who flailed and squirmed beside you on this sofa was commonplace and simply no big deal.

You could probably do this during an earthquake.

His moaning turned into much louder moaning and he threw himself back onto the arm of the couch dramatically and in protest of the unfairness of your assignment.

“Buuuug,” he whined through his nose, drawing it out like a little kid.

You’d just finished your pinky toe when his foot pushed up against your thigh.

Your aim was quick and you reached over and grabbed his foot by the heel as you pivoted in place.

“Be still,” you said calmly and you held his foot in place as you applied the bright red polish to his big toenail. You often did his toes to match your own because it made his toes look adorable and he wore socks everywhere he went anyway so he didn’t mind what you did to amuse yourself.

You moved quickly, dabbing carefully over each of his nails until they were all painted to match yours. You blew air over them to dry them, being thankful you’d invested in the 60 second polish.

“Buuu-hu-hu-hu-uuug,” he moaned harder, wiggling his hips into the fit he was throwing and closing his eyes to sell you on the absolute anguish he was in. “Bug, I just don't think I can do it. Can we do something else? I don't even know what to do on a date. What if she says no? Oh god, what if she says yes, I’m going to puke. Do you want to see me puke? Because I am going to puke.”

You tapped a hand lightly over the top of his finished foot and pointed to the other one and after a few moments he shifted, giving in to what you asked for right away.

But good lord, he was dramatic. The whining and the moaning intensified just when you thought you couldn't stand another volume increase he raised his voice into a shout and put actual words to his protests. Your ears were already ringing and you could feel your substantial patience — really, you were on a level with a Buddhist monk after two years living with this — beginning to shake.

“I mean, if I asked you to teach me how to swim would you chuck me into the ocean on the first day?”

You forced your focus down on his other foot, getting the polish smooth and perfect with each stroke. He had gone quiet after his question to you and you bit down on your lip as you carefully pondered the words he was saying. The last thing you wanted was to make him so uncomfortable he was unable to go about his daily life. You didn't need this project to become a source of heartache for the man.

You were not an unreasonable person. Perhaps this really had been too big of a step for him to take without having even practiced under the careful instruction of a teacher.

He’d waited in silence for you to answer for only a few seconds and when you didn’t; because you were thinking about it, dammit, he threw his whole head back and his mouth opened up and he wailed into the ceiling above his head at an even more annoying volume than you thought was possible. This was new and shocking. It was deafening. Surely the neighbors would think someone was being butchered in here.

The awful sounds were coming straight from his diaphragm. The man had power in those pipes and he was going to destroy your ear drums in order to get his way. It went on and on, changing from a moaning, groaning large-dog-with-a-bellyache sound into what you imagined it might sound like inside of an echo chamber trapped with a big sad whale, the biggest ones they made, who also happened to be on fire. He was giving you everything he had now. This was full volume and it was horrible.

“Alright!” You shouted over the wretched screaming, “Alright fine! For the love of God, Baekhyun!” You said for emphasis and the incredible relief of silence flooded and cleansed your ear drums that still vibrated from the after effects of all of that noise.

He lifted his head and closed up his mouth instantly and his eyes were wide as he cautiously watched and waited for what you would say next.

“Do you want me to teach you? Do you think you can practice with me so you learn how to do it before you have to do it for real, on your own? That’s what you mean right? You want more instruction before I throw your ass into the ocean?”

His lips were situated down into a fierce pout now and he nodded his head twice; a big ol’ up and down.

You were irked now. No amount of pathetic pouting on that face could pull you back from the edge. Even the slow careful nod of his head was just an obvious attempt at winning you over with cuteness. Well, it wouldn't work. If anyone was capable of annoying someone to death, it was this man right here and he came very close just now.

“New assignment,” you said with your finger raised and he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and pushed his top lip forward as he inflated his cheeks into round balloons. He sat up straighter and he waited for you to speak.

“Since I am a woman,” you began with your finger still raised and waving in his direction. His eyes glanced down at it, “you may ask me out on a date, for practice. And if I say yes, we will then—”

Your pointed finger was joined by your whole hand as you opened it up and you waved it through the air twice, a visual representation of cause and effect of such a situation. His eyeballs followed every movement you made, looking at the hand that moved instead of at you, the actual speaker.

His eyes popped up into yours when he registered the words you were saying; the requirements of his new assignment.

“...we will then — well, we will..”

Your words were sticking. He was listening very closely and he’d released the air trapped in his mouth and his lips now hung open as his eyes occasionally followed the waving of your hand in front of his face. It was silly how shifty his focus was when your hand moved in front of him.

“We...will…” he said and his face moved, mirroring the movements of your hand as he tried best to understand the new task you were trying so hard to assign to him, even repeating your words to help you get the next ones out.

“We will go on a date. A real one. A practice date. You will have to take me on a date, Baekhyun. You’ll just have to .. do your best at it.”

“A date? I’ll have to,” he said with a flinching, squinting blink of his eyes, “...do my best?”

“Yes, of course,” you said as you pointed your finger at him again, pulling a swift but deep gasp into your lungs to fight the dizziness you could feel building inside your head, “It’s an assignment. Like school. I will give you a grade on how well you do. If you fail, then it’s over and I’m a terrible teacher and clearly your problems are beyond my area of expertise.”

His polish was dry. This conversation needed to be over because you were weirdly agitated by the wide eyed, deer in the headlights expression stuck on his face.

“I’ll send you some study materials later. You better take this seriously, Byun Baekhyun. This is a real assignment from your real dating teacher.”

The entire situation made you anxious. The desire to flee was very strong. You needed a getaway and you needed it now. You felt a tremble inside that could only be attributed to just how freaked out he had been acting. It was rubbing off on you.

You wanted to make a quick escape but you were now fighting with the many bottles of nail polish scattered across the coffee table; you’d gone through so many of them as you decided on which color to use — they really were just numerous and just everywhere. You grasped at them, trying to grab huge handfuls at one time but your hands couldn't hold as many as you wanted and each attempt sent a bottle or two clattering noisily to the table below. It was really ruining the dramatically cool exit you were trying for.

After quite a bit of noise you felt the warmth of Baekhyun’s arm as he leaned against you and began to help you pick up the bottles; carefully placing each in it’s designated spot in your huge nail polish organizer.

It took a bit of effort for you to turn to look at him and when his fingertips carefully placed the final bottle in the case you clicked the lid closed and finally managed to face him.

His eyes were flighty. His face was flushed and when he met your eyes the smile on his lips was very tense. It looked like a grimace.

You had to be insane to be doing this. Willingly putting yourself into a situation like this with him, a situation that was for instructional purposes only, but a situation nonetheless. Your heart was racing inside of your chest and you briefly wondered if he could hear it with him sitting so close to you.

You swallowed it away, the nerves or the uncertainty or whatever it was that had taken hold of your hands and made them unstable and you turned to look into his face head on.

“Do you understand the assignment?”

Baekhyun filled his lungs with air and straightened his shoulders, pulling them back as his eyes closed up. You recognized the self calming behavior. When he turned to look at you he held a new determination in his eyes and he nodded his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

“I was always a good student,” he said, “I will do my best with this assignment. I’ll take it seriously, so I can learn from you well.”

You reached forward and patted the back of his hand lightly and offered a reassuring smile.

“Don't be too nervous, okay? Remember it’s for class so you should learn from it. Mistakes are natural and they help us grow. And you won’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I mean it.”

He swallowed and his lips flattened out into a thin line across his face. His head bobbed up and down and he hummed out a response that told you that yes, he did know what was expected of him for the sake of the lesson; for the sake of his future as an adult man who was entering the dating pool in search of the companionship of some lucky lady.

“Also remember, it’s just me. No pressure. Okay, Peanut? I’m here to help you. You could spill an entire cup of iced tea down my dress at dinner and I would still forgive you.”

“No pressure,” he repeated under his breath and when you were finally satisfied that he really understood, you stood, hefting your manicure supplies up with both hands and you stepped away from the living room to return them to your bathroom.

“Do I have a deadline?” He called after you and you turned back with your hand on the doorknob to your room, quietly amused by the seriousness you saw on his face. At the same time, proud of what a good student he was. He was a smart boy, he would do well in anything he was determined to do.

“Ask me out by tomorrow or else Ben might beat you to it.”

You figured a little sense of competition couldn't hurt. And yes, you were still actually speaking regularly with Ben. You were pleasantly surprised with how smart and how funny he turned out to be and he turned out to be a pretty good distraction for the evenings when you’d normally be bored and hanging around in Baekhyun’s room while he played some game on his PC and he’s toss you a remote for the screen that hung up on the wall above his head. You’d play music videos, or cooking videos from YouTube, or some drama or variety shows and he’d play his games and lean far back in his chair watching the screen when exciting things happened on screen.

A few times lately though, when you went into his room you’d find him watching some anime and you just knew he’d want to pay close attention so he could discuss it later with Mia. You’d much rather find someone to entertain you alone so you didn’t have to be ignored or shushed when you interrupted his anime with some stupid question about it, like who is that guy with the crazy eyes and why is he trying to kill everybody. Ben’s conversations were good enough to keep you occupied at least a little bit.

Back in your bedroom you got to work searching for materials for Baekhyun to study. Mostly using helpful YouTube videos with titles such as “how to ask a girl out”, “what to talk about on a first date” and a super helpful online book you found called The Gentleman’s Guide: How to be the Perfect Date. It was just a little outdated with the styles but the book was extensive and ran the gamut from hygiene to manners to confidence and conversation; it even had an entire section called The Art of Subtle Seduction and it made you just a little embarrassed to think of Baekhyun reading this part. He was an adult. He could handle this much. The Dos and Don'ts of a First Date section alone was worth the price you paid for the book.

You wrote up an email with your course materials and sent it off to the man.

Then you sat and waited alone in your bedroom until your level of boredom that in any other situation would be unremarkable, when combined with the built up anticipation inside of you, mixed into a perfect storm of swirling lunacy that was bouncing around inside of you; trying to break free and wreak havoc on something other than your chest walls.

You grabbed your cell phone, slipped by the 2 waiting text messages from Ben that you would absolutely get to later, and opened a new text message to Baekhyun.

‘peanut did you get my email ^^?’

You were sure he did. Of course he did. You wondered if there was anything he found lacking in the pages and pages of super helpful information you sent him. You wondered what he thought about it all and maybe if he needed some guidance or suggestions on how to proceed with the first step of his assignment. Did he need you to come over to his bedroom and watch the videos with him? Would that be too awkward?

Your phone vibrated.

‘yep’

He would ask for help if he needed it, you were certain. He would be fine. This wasn’t real anyway. It wasn’t like there was an actual deadline, not really. You enjoyed talking with Ben but it didn’t seem like he was close to asking you out yet. He had been a bit busy lately and you had been busy as well with work and with helping Baekhyun.

You’d seen from the notification preview on your phone that Ben’s last two messages were asking you something that would take a while to explain and you didn’t want to open them yet in case he’d been expecting you to reply quickly. You needed a bit more time to come up with an answer for the questions he had casually asked about your roommate. You’d tell Ben that Baekhyun was, yes, a guy. And no, it wasn’t awkward living with a man.

You’d get to all that later. Now, you were entirely too keyed up about a problem of your very own creation.

When.

But really...

When?

You could not relax. Because honestly it could happen at any moment. He could come barging into your room, plop his ass down unceremoniously on your bed and say “Hey Doll, hows about you and me go on a hot date this weekend, what about it? Nyeeahhh?” Like some sort of 1940s gangster. You could definitely see Baekhyun doing this accent. You were pretty sure he had a 40s gangster hat in his closet.

You’d decided that you wouldn't give him a hard time about how he asked you. You’d accept right away for the sake of his nerves, if he worked up the courage to ask you at all, then he was on the right track and he deserved an E for effort.

You still had trouble with the anticipation. Not knowing when was the hardest part to handle. You tried your very best to go about your day in as normal a way possible. Sure, you jumped every time you heard a sound, but other than that, it felt like any other day.

He spent the rest of the evening in his room and didn't even come out until you heard the doorbell ring. You peaked your head out of your bedroom door and waited for him to answer it but after a few minutes with no sight of him you stepped out. The doorbell rang a second time and you rushed from your room to answer it before the visitor gave up.

It could have been something important. This building had a doorman so it was usually someone who had a purpose ringing the bell.

The view through the camera monitor showed a run of the mill pizza delivery man, and you remembered that it was Baekhyun’s turn to make dinner tonight. He must have ordered you a pizza so he could hide in his room all night and not have to worry about walking around you in the kitchen and not asking you out on a date.

This was his way of avoiding you for the night.

You had to swallow down the flash of silly disappointment that popped up. You’d assumed correctly that he had already paid for the pizza and you received your cardboard box of loneliness with a polite smile for the weirdly cheerful delivery kid.

You gave a quick glance at the label in the front of the box to check for forbidden toppings just in case he’d forgotten who he was avoiding tonight and put something weird on it like corn and mayo or hot peppers.  

The label had four lines of ingredients listed, the first said ‘xtra cheese’ and each additional one after that said ‘xtra cheese.’ Nothing else, just ‘xtra cheese’ listed four times in succession.

What in the world?

You briefly considered a malfunction of the pizza shop’s label maker, but boy was this thing heavy. Did he sneeze while selecting toppings and accidentally hit the option four times?

You set the monster down on the counter and lifted the lid. It was steaming hot despite the trip in the car and up the elevators to your door and as soon as you opened it you noticed the odd appearance of the inside lid.

There was a message handwritten with black marker inside of the lid.

Your stomach leapt up into your throat as you recognized what this was. The message started with the word Bug.

You had to cover your mouth to get through this.

Bug,

I know this is really, really, really, really cheesy, but will you go out on a date with me this Saturday?

Knock thrice on my door for yes.

-Peanut

P.S. Did I beat Ben?

You had to hang your head to contain it. You wanted to scream. Giggles actually burst out of your mouth before you could stop them. You were highly amused. Actually reallly fucking impressed and goddammit you felt a genuine flutter of butterflies inside of your stomach. How was he this clever? He had always been very silly and good at thinking of the most ridiculous scenarios to get things done, but wow. When you lifted the lid once more to read his message again your mind spun with the logistics of that man in that bedroom sneakily ordering this thing from a real pizza shop that was probably a block from your home.

Did he call them and explain the situation? Did all of the employees gather around, chanting ‘More cheese! Give the man more cheese!’ As they loaded this pizza up with what looked to be a full inch of melted cheese on top? It compromised the edges of the crust and flowed over the cardboard below. It was absolutely ridiculous and nearly inedible too.

Did they giggle at the pet names you called each other as they selected the employee with the best handwriting to relay his message?

You were buzzing again. This time it was pride. He was brilliant at everything he put his mind to and this was clearly no exception. He would do so well in his life.

You left the kitchen and made your way toward his closed bedroom door. As you came close you heard a very soft thud; wooden door hitting wooden door frame. The movement was hardly noticeable but you could see a slow turn of the doorknob too. He probably thought he was sneaky.

You lifted your closed fist and quietly hit three times against his door and after exactly ten seconds you heard the squeak of his doorknob turning and his bedroom door opened up an inch.

You saw a single brown eyeball peeping at you through the opening.

“I’ll text you the details later,” he whispered and the door closed up again before you could respond.

The details came by text message a day later, just as he promised. It was a Thursday afternoon when your phone buzzed and you’d just put the final touches on your data entry work for the day, running it through a spell checker for mistakes as you always did. You’d expected to hear from Ben by now, he said he had something to go straighten out at the bank. He’d taken it well, finding out that your roommate was a man around your age, and he didn’t even ask too many prodding questions about him.

The message was from Baekhyun with the time he would ‘arrive’ to pick you up on Saturday and he gave you sparse details about what he actually had planned; just a quick note at the end that he would be wearing a suit. You figured this was a hint for you to dress up as well.

Was Baekhyun taking you some place fancy? Your curiosity was positively burning and Baekhyun had been acting super weird around you lately.

Whenever you’d come into a room he was already occupying he would make up some excuse why he had to leave it and vanish inside his room to carry on with his highly secretive behavior. Whenever you went into his room he would spin in his chair toward the door with what you were positive was a caught red handed look on his face. It was like you had just caught him watching porn, only you’d caught glimpses of his screen before he quickly hit a keyboard command to clear out the screen and you didn't see a single boob.

After the first time, you’d made it a point to barge into his room often, just to see the surprised look on his face; you did it all for that gasp of air, the frantic fingers of panic on the keyboard, and the trembling hand over his chest as he clutched his pearls. All you caught flashes of were just regular looking websites. Regular text and regular pictures. You saw some blues, you saw some greens. You definitely didn't see the incriminating black and yellow theme of everyone’s favorite adult website. There was nary a penetrative moan to be heard through his speakers. The entire thing brought you great joy. The man was acting so odd and honestly he was getting your hopes up for a fantastically mind blowing date on Saturday. You’d already picked out your dress, heels, and jewelry and had been having a very hard time tolerating the ever so tedious passage of time.

By the time Saturday rolled around you were a wreck of nerves; though you weren’t exactly sure why you were so anxious. It was probably his recent fretting and obsessive preparations that had rubbed off on you. You’d decided to take it easier on him today. He’d obviously been working very hard on this assignment once given the dangling carrot of a good grade to be awarded at the end and if there was one thing you knew about Baekhyun, it was how much he strived to achieve perfection in his academic performance. You’d provided the materials. He’d obviously been studying and go-time was quickly approaching.

You took your time getting ready, soaking in your bathtub to kill some of the dull waiting hours before he was due to pick you up. By the time you were scrubbed, rinsed, shaved, moisturized, plucked, preened, coiffed, and scented to your satisfaction, you had only a half an hour to slip up the straps on the fancy fitted cocktail dress and check your reflection in the full length mirror. It was fitted and had a deep plunging neckline. It accentuated the best parts of your figure and the high slit that landed over your upper thigh showed just enough skin to make you feel sexy.

With your heels you were ready to go; feeling about as pretty as you had in a long while. The silliest little fantasy swam through your head as you spun in front of the mirror and it brought just a little warmth to your cheeks as you allowed it to play out. The idea that he would find you so lovely, so irresistible, that even the iron willed man with his self control like a steel trap would lose himself in the slow blinks of your lashes and drown in the pools of your eyes for just one night.

When you lightly slapped a palm over your cheek, it was to ground yourself. This was fake. Everything that happened tonight would be the result of careful calculations and applications of behaviors modeled in text books that he had studied all week long. It was a date with Baekhyun, but it wouldn't really be an accurate representation of the Baekhyun that you know so well.

You knew he would follow a script. He would perform as a perfect gentleman and you would play along, knowing that when he brought you home you would get a gentle hug and a thanks for sharing your knowledge with him and you would close your bedroom door and he would return to his bedroom door and life as you know it would simply fall back into place as it should remain unchanged for however long it took for you to get back on your feet, perhaps get a place of your own not too far away from him; although this neighborhood was very expensive, you’d settle for one or two subways stops away if it meant you could visit your best friend often and see him living out the life he deserved with someone who was worthy of his love.

Tonight, you will enjoy. But you would not allow your emotions to betray your rational mind. You would enjoy it and then it would be over and Baekhyun would have the skill set to ask out Mia, or whoever else he set his mind on asking out.

Your quiet self assurance was interrupted by two soft knocks on your bedroom door and your hands were trembling as you grabbed your handbag that had your cell phone, a tube of lipstick for touch-ups and a few just in case items you were always taught to carry with you, you know, just in case.

You’d reached the door and swung it open with a beaming smile on your face.

Your date was here. Baekhyun was here. It was Peanut.

A smile that quickly transformed into what you were sure was a gaping opening in your face resembling some aquatic animal and you found yourself gazing upon, frankly, an expertly styled exquisitely handsome real life man, who was wearing Byun Baekhyun’s face and smile.

Despite seeing him standing before you with your own two eyes, your brain was having trouble reconciling the two; your harmless roommate and the man who stood before you wearing a crisp suit jacket that he filled out shockingly well, a fashionable collarless dress shirt that looked like it came from some fancy boutique from downtown, fitted dress slacks that you tried your best not to linger on for too long, and were his shoes Italian? You were pretty sure they were Italian. More than just the clothes, his hair was different. He’d gone and had something done to his hair! Lord, you saw slight waves and a deliberate styling by an expert hand with just a bit of his forehead visible. Oh he looked so lovely with this hair style.

You remembered to close your mouth, but only after the realization dawning on you that he hadn’t said anything to you as you silently admired how beautiful he looked standing in his fancy suit looking like at least a million bucks.

You knew...you knew he was an attractive man. You’d have plenty of glimpses of it again and again, freshly reminded of it during that photo shoot late that night. You’d even known he worked out and had had plenty of chances to ogle the muscles on his arms and chest when he just woke up and would wander out shirtless for a drink of water. You knew that the entire shape of this man was the kind of handsome that you had to make conscious decisions to ignore. You’d forced yourself to look away plenty of times in the past. Still, the Baekhyun who stood here today, the one who had his lips parted as he stared into your eyes now after what you were certain was a head to toe, slow as hell, full body appreciation of all of your preparations to get ready for tonight, this Baekhyun was, for lack of a better word, he was sexy as all hell.

For the first time since you began this project; these lessons in dating, you felt like you might actually be in some sort of trouble.

Baekhyun spoke at last and it was the softest whisper. He said your name. Not Bug, not stupid or dummy or stinky which he called you sometimes even though you knew, you fucking knew you always smelled amazing. You went out of your way to smell great. The sound of your name on his voice softened the shock in your face and you felt a smile pull at your lips.

And so you smiled at him and watched the slow but complete smile that manifested on his pretty face.  

“Hi,” he said with a blink of his bright eyes.

“Hi Baek,” you said. Your heart was racing.

He pivoted on his (Italian!) shoes and extended a bent elbow toward you and you slipped a hand around his arm.

He was doing so well. Each step you took through your shared home felt new. You had a hard time keeping from watching the side of his face and each glance you made was greeted with the light touch of his eyes as he met your eyes with his own.

Moments blurred. He ticked all the boxes, of course. He opened your door, closed it quietly behind you once you were inside. Even helped you with the seatbelt, much to the dismay of your racing heartbeat when he reached over to pull the red strap across you, careful to keep his hands well away from touching any of your actual body as he did it. The true devastation hit you when, all closed up inside the dark car in the silent moments before he started the engine and the intoxicating smell of him reached your nose.

This was a new smell. Baekhyun had gone to the salon, gone shopping for expensive new clothes, and was also wearing what had to be the best smelling cologne you had ever experienced in person.

“You smell really good,” you said without looking at him and your fingers fidgeted with the strap of your handbag to keep your mind working.

“So do you,” he said followed by an inhale that you were certain sounded just a little thready and he was steering the car through lanes and turns of a parking garage to exit the building.

His destination was the kind of fancy dream-like restaurant that you saw only in movies. The sun would be setting soon and you were led to a rooftop terrace with a view over the city and a single table set for two. You followed the pleasantly clean woman and lingering just behind you, Baekhyun silently fell behind one or two steps. A glance behind woke him up from whatever daze he’d fallen into and he closed the distance with two larger steps and a shy smile on his lips.

The waitstaff worked like ninjas. Glasses were refilled as if by magic and course after course of delicious food appeared before you as you watched the sunset over the horizon and when the light faded enough, the soft glow of twinkle lights illuminated the view around you.

The dinner was delicious and the scenery was breathtaking and that alone would have given him full marks for such a lovely evening out, but Byun Baekhyun was proving to be an overachiever as he started to talk to you. He was asking you open-ended questions, pulling conversation easily from you and you found yourself giggling and laughing as he joked in response or told you some funny anecdotes from his childhood that he knew you would love.

By the time dessert arrived you were pretty certain you were drunk despite half of the wine that remained back in your glass. Baekhyun, ever the stickler for vehicle safety had stuck to soft drinks and when he excused himself for the restrooms, you waited patiently under the glowing lights as you daydreamed about the genuine brightness you were certain you saw in his smiles. Had the twinkle in his eyes been just a reflection of this place? Everything about him tonight felt so real. You’d read through the same book he read through and you couldn’t recall him using a single recycled phrase or conversation point during dinner.

Maybe he was just that good of a student.

A noise startled you from behind and you jumped when a single red rose was laid on the table in front of you.

A rose. Baekhyun had brought you back a rose from somewhere; maybe he stole it from the elaborate flower arrangements you passed on the way in.

“Where did you get this?” You mused as you smelled his sweet offering and he shrugged and tugged at the top button of his shirt, undoing it and slipping slim fingers down to undo the second button as well. Your eyes watched the action and weirdly the fragrance from the rose smelled sweeter than the first time you smelled it.

“I just had it,” he said cryptically with another charming and blinding smile.  

“Ready to go? We have one more place to visit.”

The next place he took you was even more magical than the fancy restaurant. The parking lot was nearly empty and when he opened your door he was fussing around with a small bag in the backseat of his car.  He pulled out a pair of black ballet flats and you watched in awe as the man actually kneeled down on the pavement in front of you to carefully slip your heels off of your feet and slip on the comfortable shoes.  

While they did not look anywhere near as sexy as the heels did, you instantly understood the need for a change.

Baekhyun had brought you to an aquarium with what looked like miles and miles of indoor and outdoor paths to walk through with tunnels traveling through the biggest tanks of aquatic sea life you’d ever seen.

You were instantly hypnotized by the deep sea exhibits that seemed to take you for miles and miles below the surface of the ocean where the sea life grew weirder and the lighting grew darker and dimmer the further down you traveled. Here at depths difficult to wrap your brain around the fish and sea creatures have adapted to freezing waters and a bleak existence without any light at all. Many had their own light sources. The bioluminescent exhibits sparkled and twinkled like the stars in the sky out in the country. You saw entire universes all around you.

Baekhyun was as enraptured as you were and spent his time carefully reading each exhibit’s information card out loud as he stared with his mouth open in awe at the different creatures. There were hundreds of different species of fishes, beautiful ones and downright creepy ugly things from the very bottom of the oceans; endangered species too; the sleepy eyes of the sea turtles were your favorites and the impressions Baekhyun made of their swimming faces made you cackle with laughter. Bright lights illuminated meters of corals of all shapes, sizes, and colors, and you honestly felt like you’d entered another planet when you both walked into the jellyfish halls.

They glowed and flowed, bounced and danced, and moved like a dream. You found yourself hypnotized as you stared at the biggest tank full of them for long enough for Baekhyun to make three circles around waiting for you to follow him out of this room so he could go see the sharks.  

You knew the sharks were coming. You’d had a look at the map. And while you didn't necessarily dislike them, their huge sizes and razor sharp teeth always gave you the heebie-jeebies. The jellies were just so comfortable to look at and so relaxing.

It took some coaxing from Baekhyun, and maybe even a little tiny push at the back of your shoulders to get your feet to move and you lingered a bit long in the dark hallway that connects the two exhibits.

You just felt that maybe, the sharks could wait just a little bit longer to meet you.

He’d noticed right away and you opened up your eyes that you’d closed up for a little relaxing session when you felt the tips of his fingers running along the palm of your hand.

He gripped lightly at first, and then shifted your hand within his and he began walking forward in that dark hallway with you trailing behind him.

Baekhyun touched you sometimes. This was something that he did, on occasion. During a scary movie when you’d jumped too many times, or when you both walked through a crowded place and he didn't want you to wander off, he would occasionally hold your hand.  This wasn’t something new to you.

However your heart was beating hard in your chest and the warmth of his hand coupled with the firmness with which he held you felt so damn nice you were having trouble focusing on anything else except for your own shallow breathing and racing heartbeat — and his hand holding yours.

Sharks swam at a gentle languid pace. Clearly at ease and very well fed here in their homes, there didn't seem to be very much murder and feasting happening at all. Hammerheads, tiger sharks, something uglier than any other creature you had ever seen that came from The Midnight Zone of the deepest parts and with each creature that swam overhead, or beside you, or creeped up from somewhere behind you, Baekhyun would turn to face you and take two or three steps backwards as he pulled you through it, your hand held securely inside of his. He would smile at you that debilitating smile, and tilt his head and call you a scary cat or a big baby and you would laugh and roll your eyes and deny that you were even a little bit scared of anything at all.

All was going well. You were very well taken care of and felt very secure inside this tiny tunnel at the bottom fo the ocean and you’d noticed this time when Baekhyun had turned around to look at you with a bright smile that smile wavered just a touch and his eyes seemed to focus on something that was coming up from behind.

Your curiosity got the better of you and you turned to see what he saw.

Baekhyun moved quickly then, moving both of his hands up to reach for your face he pulled your head forward and moved his own face close to yours. You felt the warmth of his forehead lean against yours for a moment and you could not see around or behind you with his hands placed so carefully on the sides of your head like this.

You knew what it was. It had to be something huge and terrifying, maybe even something with fresh blood still on it’s teeth. A Great White. The giant monster from the movie Jaws that you had watched with him once not realizing just how scary it would be and you spent most of the film curled up under his arm wincing at the horrors you saw on the screen.

“Hey Peanut,” you said softly while looking up close into his eyes. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath on your face. His smell, that new smell of his smelled even better this close to his skin.

“Hey LoveBug,” he said with a gentle smile and you knew based on the use of this carefully reserved nickname for emergencies that it was exactly as you had feared. A Great White, chomping on the remains of the cutest crying baby penguin. The fluffiest one with its whole life ahead of it.

Baekhyun was safe though. Baekhyun was warm and he was here to protect you. You would be okay, you knew it.

“Is it gone yet?” You asked after what felt like the average time for a fish that size to swim away and you noticed something. It was a look, just a glance. Baekhyun’s eyes floated a bit and the warm breath you felt coming from him was delivered in quicker puffs through his parted lips.

When he licked his lips, you could not help it, your eyes caught the motion as his tongue ran over his bottom lip and left wetness behind and by the time you realized what you had done — where you had looked — you had already done it, your stubborn eyes had already looked and in your mind a vivid replay was happening. You felt too much. This was too much. This was supposed to be fake. Why did he have to smell so fucking good and why was he so aware of every tiny detail about you he knew when something would overwhelm you and ruin your mood, so he used his own body to shield you from it and protect you. You cautiously pulled your eyes back up only to find him blinking too fast and he was dropping his hands from your face as he took a step back and away from the stifling closeness.

You were dizzy. You felt it all over. Your heart was racing and the warmth you felt traveling through your body sent waves through you. You had to rub lightly over your forearms to smooth out the goosebumps and Baekhyun was no longer facing you, but was staring off into the literal depths of the cold black ocean and you took a while to recover enough to walk by him toward the exit of the aquarium and back into the darkened city streets you knew as the real world.

The walk back to the car was quiet and had an odd flavor about it. You both could feel the end coming. It had been a wonderful date. You’d spent hours, just the two of you talking and laughing and exploring literally new worlds you hadn’t before experienced. You felt a sudden but definite melancholy to see the fancy circles that made up the logo of his car.  

“Hey, you want to take a walk?” Baekhyun’s voice halted your steps and you turned back to see him standing with a hand in his pocket, fidgeting in hidden, likely with the key fob to his car, and a new sort of nervous flush on his cheeks that you hadn’t seen since he first showed up at your bedroom door looking like a dashing Prince Charming ready to sweep you off your feet.

“Sure,” you said, meaning every bit of it and secretly extremely thankful that this evening wasn’t over yet.

The walk was peaceful. It was a bit chilly tonight and you didn’t even resist when you felt the warmth of the coat jacket he placed over your shoulders. You thought you’d become used to the smell of him by now, but clearly you were incapable of ever getting used to his smell.

The streets were mostly empty now that the night had grown stale and you walked side by side passing various touristy shops that had long since closed up for the evening. Ahead you could see a small street side cafe that sold warm teas and coffees and Baekhyun was pulling out his wallet before you even had the chance to look at him with hopeful delight all over your face. He ordered two hot coffees and you danced and celebrated when he handed the first one to you.

It warmed you from the inside and you paid no mind to the smudges of lipstick all over the white lid of your cup. The hot drink made you happy and you could see your breath like a dragon in the chilly night air around you. Each puff made Baekhyun smile and when he’d taken a particularly big drink from his cup he pulled his head back and puffed out three perfectly formed rings of warm air into the color air above his head. The rings grew and then faded quickly but you were so excited to see his trick that you made him do it again and again until he was puffing and out of breath  and laughing too much for any more cool rings to form. This man was full of secrets. Absolutely full of them!

The night was winding on. You could feel the lateness in your limbs and you’d long since finished your drinks and dropped your paper cups into a street side trash can. Your feet, you found were protesting. It wasn’t that they ached or hurt or anything like that. You weren't even that tired. You were just having trouble with the idea of this ending and the night being over.

Everything had to end eventually. You didn't even pout at all when he pulled open your door. You just climbed in and sat down, fastening your own seatbelt this time with a sense of finality looming in your mind along with a wagging finger that quietly scolded you for letting your guard down during this date.

The drive back home was quiet. He didn't even turn on the radio and even though he drove with one hand, he held his other hand firm atop his thigh.

The small touches and stolen glances were over. The date was over. He had done very well. You were thoroughly swept off your feet and his grade would be an A+. You would go back to your room and go to sleep and tomorrow morning when you woke up you’d find him back to his usual antics and maybe, maybe you’d even get him to ask Mia out on a date.

You swallowed the dryness in your throat and the familiar landmarks outside your apartment building called you back home. Baekhyun pulled into the parking garage and you did not wait for him to round the hood of the car to reach your door, you simply opened it yourself and pushed through it.

Baekhyun did well. You had given him a task and he’d done it. He deserved all the praise and recognition for a job well done. He’d taken it seriously just as he said he would. This dark mood that had suddenly come over you could not show. You shouldn’t do this to him.

You cared for him too much to ruin this sweet evening.

You loved him too much. This quiet secret usually echoed around inside of your heart and you winced to hear it peaking it’s way up into your running thoughts.

The apartment was dark and you walked through it easily, knowing exactly where you could walk without bumping into anything and he didn’t turn on any lights as he walked closely behind you. He hadn’t said anything to you on the drive home, nor did he speak right now as he walked you back to your bedroom door where he had picked you up.

You turned to face him now. You pushed a smile up to your lips and his face was mostly in the darkness, barely lit with the city lights from the window.  

“Thank you for a lovely evening, Baekhyun. It was perfect. You were perfect. Seriously, you are amazing.”

You leaned before he did and you felt the staggered response from his limbs as he wrapped both of his arms around your shoulders for the hug.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight,” he whispered against your ear and when you pulled out of the hug, your small smile was not returned. You could see enough of his face to see that he did not smile at you now.

Your hand was on your door and you turned and stepped inside, thankful that you had left your small table lamp on. The room was warm and inviting and you closed the door behind you with a soft click that sounded exactly like clapperboard snapped to signal the end of a movie scene. You could almost hear a director somewhere yelling cut. Everybody clapped for the job well done. All the actors could now go home. It was over.

Your shoes were off. You’d pulled off the earrings and had taken off your necklace and the delicate tennis bracelet’s clasp was so tiny you had to try a few times to get it open so you could take it off.

When you reached up to slip the strap of your dress off your shoulders a tiny sound interrupted you. It was almost like a knocking, but it was so soft you had to listen carefully to hear if it repeated again.

It did not, but you could not shake that feeling that it had happened and out of genuine curiosity you walked across your bedroom and pulled your bedroom door open.

Someone was there; Baekhyun was there, standing in nearly the exact same position as he had been, wearing the same clothes. The only difference was the sight mess to his hair and the definite pink shade you saw on his face even in the dim lighting from the windows.

“Peanut?” You couldn’t imagine what this was. He was finished. The assignment was finished and he had done perfectly, you’d said so already...but, his eyes. You caught that same look that you’d seen on him many times before. It was a look of hard determination that propelled him forward when he dove into some new and difficult project he had to master. If you had to give it a name, you’d call it his passion. The passion he had inside of him to do things right. To be perfect.

“I said I would take it seriously,” he said in a well controlled voice and you shook your head, not understanding what he meant. Did he have some regrets about how the night went? Did he feel that he had somehow failed to live up to the requirements you’d set forth for him as his teacher?

“The date, I told you I would.” He wasn't clarifying anything with his words.

It was then that he moved.

His hands were up and Baekhyun took a step closer to where you stood confused and surprised at the threshold of your bedroom door. He reached for you with both hands and you felt the warmth of his palms on your cheeks at the same time as you felt the exhale from his parted lips against your mouth. It happened in a single moment. His lips connected with yours and you gasped in a surprised breath. Baekhyun kissed you. His lips were on yours and he held your face tightly between both of his hands as he did it. This was it. This was his goodnight kiss at your front door. This was the end of the date.

You could just make out the ultra up close view of him, his fluffed up hair, the smoothness of his forehead, his eyes closed up tight and dark eyelashes spread over his cheeks and it was all a big blur and so you closed your eyes and your heart raged noisily inside of your chest with the sudden need you felt for this to happen.

Your own lips parted and you felt the tilt of his head as his bottom lip pushed out slipping perfectly between your own and you could not stop it. You could not control the tightness with which your hands clung to the cotton of his dress shirt and pulled him toward you. You could not contain the way his tongue brushed lightly against your own and the way you reacted to it. The light moan that escaped from your throat and bounced around inside of his mouth. The light draw you felt on your lip as he pulled lightly and sucked on your lip as he did it. The final pull was him pulling away.

He ended the kiss with a step backward and a drop of his hands from your face.

He had kissed you and you most definitely had kissed him back. The labored breathing you struggled to contain did nothing for the dizziness.  

“Goodnight,” he said with a roughness on his voice; plus the blown out look in his eyes was telling you of many forbidden things that he was running from now. Things that even he knew were a very bad idea.

This had been fake. This was supposed to be a lesson.

You stood at your doorway and watched him disappear into his bedroom and after standing frozen in your doorway you had no choice but to return to the quiet glowing comfort of your own bedroom and close your door too.

Your hands were shaking and you felt the trembling all over you as you looked around at the place you called home. The place you loved more than anything in the world except for maybe that man who was likely facing a very similar struggle behind his own closed bedroom door.

The only difference was just how much you had to lose if you gave in.

You loved him. You knew it deep down inside of your soul. It had been buried for so long deep in the frozen depths of your ocean that you thought it would never surface and consume you, yet now you knew you’d been a fool.

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6

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[startingtodayyouareahost]

Hosts Playing Minecraft with you

Just a redo of an old one that had a lot of typos and weird pacing

Haruhi

"What are you playing?" Haruhi comes to sit next to you. placing her textbook down.

"A game called Minecraft. wanna play?"

"You know i don't normally play games." she gave you a soft smile. "I'm not good a shooters."

"It's not a shooting game! it's a building game! you mine stuff and build stuff! you do fight some stuff but their not hard i promise!" you wiggle the extra controller at her. "Wanna give it a try? a small break from studying?"

She takes the controller. Haruhi isn't the best at the game. its very simple between the two of you. square houses, just enough for you to sleep and keep your stuff in. she's the one who goes into the caves though because they freak you out.

Tamaki

"Tamaki! that's a creeper!"

"A wha- AH!" you finch as you hear the telltale sound of an explosion. he died. . . again. first he drowned, then fell in lava, then the skeleton shot him off a cliff and now the creeper. "Amore. I'm not very good at this game."

"Sure you are! you just have bad luck!" you smile, leaning your head on his shoulder. "We can go into peaceful mode and build all the cute houses if you like?"

"Really? you won't be bored?"

"Really." you watch his face light up like a Christmas tree. you love it when he's like this.

You and Tamaki end up building yourself a little "Lovers town" it has all these fun games and cute houses for you to play together. he can't play anything other then creative mode because somehow he dies a ton.

Kyoya

"Hey Kyoya?" you called from your spot on the couch. peaking over like a mischievous child. "Can you come over here for a moment?" you hear the clacking of the keyboard stop. indicating that he heard you.

"Why?"

"I got a new game. . ."

"And?"

". . . . .i want you to play it with me?"

he was silent for a moment. you know your boyfriend doesn't play games but perhaps just this once. finally he sighed and turned to face you.

"One hour."

"Thank you!!"

Kyoya ends up playing for more then one hour. he gets irritated with how villages layouts are and insist on fixing it. you two have the most organized and beautiful looking villages. everyone gets fancy houses.

Hikaru

"SNEAK ATTACK!"

"OH FUCK YOU!" Hikaru once again killed you. all you we're trying to do was mine a little ore. "We're supposed to work together!"

"We are working together. you collect stuff, i kill you and take your stuff. very symbiotic." he was smiling but the second he saw your glaring face it dropped. ". . .I'm being kind of a dick. . .aren't I."

"Just a little love."

". . . can we play the game on hard mode? i'll kill all the monsters and you mine me good armor?"

"Deal."

it took Hikaru a bit to actually work as a team. but once he got it down he was a great teammate. he was an unstoppable monster slayer. even going as far as to fight the end dragon by himself. a beast. just for fun though you guys have a battle map where you get 30 minutes to collect things and build a base and see who dies first. you won a few times!

Kaoru

"I love what you did to the garden babe!" you say in awe as you look at the tv. "have you been playing all day?" Kaoru sat there with the biggest grin on his face. at least 5 different coffee drinks surrounded him on the floor.

"Yes! wait till you see the house and the mining system i put in place for us! you'll love our room! oh, i got you a dog and a horse i also got us a bunch of diamonds but be careful of the front door i have it booby trapped. and-" the more he talked the more you're brow furrowed in concern. as he talked he grabbed another can of coffee. popping it open.

". . .Honey i think you need a nap."

"Naps are for the weak!"

Kaoru is very good at Minecraft. he is a Redstone master! however he can only play the game one way. complete binge. if he can't sit and play for 24 hours straight he wont play.

Honey

"NO we are not killing the pig!"

"Honey we need food!

"Go find apples of make bread then!" Honey puffed up his cheeks in a pout as he moved his character in front of the pig. taking a hit from your sword. "We won't kill the cute animals!"

"Fine. no killing cute animals. how about we just do creative mode and not worry about food. ok?" his face was to cute to pass up. you can't displease him.

Honey only plays as long as no animals get hurt. despite being a marital artist he's very against killing in games. that why he was willing to play Minecraft because you don't have too. he builds a lot of nice looking farms to host all the animals he finds. which is a lot.

Mori

"Wow hon! that's a lot of dogs!" Mori just showed you his in game dog house where it was filled to the brim with tamed dogs. and one cat. but the cat gets to sleep in the house. each dog had its own kennel and name over it.

"Thanks. been busy. i like your house."

"AW thank you! i put your bed next to mine!" you suddenly got a great idea. "HEY! what about building a secret tunnel to your doghouse?"

"Good idea."

Mori is an excellent companion. he just goes with the flow of whatever your doing. however he gets a look on his face every time one of his dogs die. he's very attached to his dogs. you have a lot of dogs.

#ohshc #ouran highschool host club #ouran high school host club #ohshc hikaru #ohshc kaoru #ohshc kyoya #ohshc tamaki #ohshc honey #ohshc haruhi #ohshc mori

[beann-e]

Entitlement Of A Class

summary ; shinso loves to get in your head during arguements

You’d been sitting here communicating your annoyance through your facial expressions for the last 15 minutes yet, you couldn’t tell if shinso just didn’t care or he didn’t want to

“ whenever you stop acting like an emoji keyboard and decide to use your words we can talk “

you looked to the floor wishing it could swallow you whole as you sat next to your boyfriend on the couch his arm wrapped around you as your body laid back against the couch feet tucked under yourself

“ unless your scared “ his eyebrow coming up as he turned to look at you

“ and my precious kitty has no reason to fear me right “

you looked away from him shaking your head lightly as his hand came down to rub your thigh “ see then we’re fine lets just watch the movie ‘k— i’ve been wanting to see this since it came out “

You knew he never cared much and you didn’t know how to communicate it wasn’t that you felt like you couldn’t talk to him ‘ which you did ‘ you just simply found it hard to when he would always use his quirk to shut the argument down when it approached a point he didn’t want to discuss or simply talk anymore

“ I-i’m mad “ you decided to start out slow you knew you had to go about this a certain way or it could all go left . He blinked as he continued to stare at the tv his body relaxed showing no interest as he repeated your words plainly “ you are mad “

you took a gulp “ and i’m — I want you to apologize for making me mad “ you studied him as you kept speaking slowly “ I would like for you to pay attention to me while I talk s-shin “

“ how do you expect me to pay attention to someone who’s just listing effects and solutions but wont provide me the cause to said ‘ anger ‘ “ you nodded your head you were doing ok he seemed to be taking you slightly serious

“ i’m sorry it was my fault for not explaing “ he grunted as your continued “ earlier before we watched the movie you ignored me when I said hi to your class — in the hallways — at training I just it was kinda hurtful babe“

“ I told you I don’t want people to know “ he moved his hand over to turn the tv up trying to focus on his — y’all’s— movie “ why would I hold your hand or request you as my sparring partner if I don’t want people to think we’re dating “

“ but because of that I had to pair with bakugou and he burned me “ you gripped at your side “ badly “

he nodded “ yeah saw that — you should get recovery girl to fix it she’ll have you as good as new — ask deku he should be a medical intern by now“

you looked to the floor “ shinso I wish you cared more “ your voice was low “ I know your trying your best really I do but you just your so distant even when we’re not around people “

you pointed between the two of you “ honestly if you didn’t use your pet names I myself would think we’re just really close friends — look how uninterested you are when I talk“

“ I am not uninterested “

“ then what was I just talking about shin “

he paused as he looked at you speaking “ why do you always do this “ his gaze on you harsh

“ why do you always pick fights with me I told you I was listening y/n why can’t that be it ? why can’t it be over “

he reached out to pull you in his arms “ I don’t understand arguments baby — I don’t understand the point when half the time the problems aren’t that important “ he whispered as he spoke to you “ your mad because I didn’t pick you as my sparring partner really y/n ? not because I didn’t save you from villians or because I let you almost get hit by a car “ his eyebrows creased “ but because I let you fight bakugou “

“ it’s not li— “

“ baby , honestly it’s not my fault you can’t beat bakugou — it’s not my fault your not on his level “

he shifted you off of his lap as he moved to turn the tv off “ so stop trying to start pointless fights that you know we’re gonna get no where with and go practice in the training room — you wanna be a hero right “

you shook your head slowly “ well then it’s gonna be hard for me to advocate for you to aizawa— to get out of class 1-B if you can’t even beat the top student and then cry about it after he scratches you“ he waved you off as he stood up stretching “ no one wants to deal with that “

“ shinso that’s not nice —he literally blasted me into the brick wall for even approaching him to start the fight— you know i’d give anything to be in your new class just becuase I can’t beat bakugou doesn’t mean anything“

“ clearly it does if your bringing it up to me like what do you want me to do about it — I can’t magically make you fight better “

“ I know and that’s not what i’m upset abo- “

“ then what the fuck are you so upset about y/n “ his hand slammed into the couch face lit up in annoyance

“ n-nevermind “

“ oh now it’s never mind ? where was this earlier when I just wanted to watch my movie huh “

his voice was so calm but his actions were saying otherwise as he was gripping the remote in his hands knuckles white “ answer me — I told you this argument was pointless that it was a waste of my time and I didn’t understand it and you kept going“ his face came up in disbelief “ and now you wanna end it here ? “

“ no I just — your there — at the peak— it’s no need to keep going i’m gonna screw myself over “

“ how ? huh how are you ?— what the hell are you talking about “

“ I would like to s-stop please “

he stalked over to where you sat looking down on you who was now trapped. You’d pissed him off even if he was the calmest and rational person you’d ever met. You knew his attitude when he had one always showed his annoyance especially when he felt the situation was as trivial as this

“ oh you wanna stop ? now ? and i’m just suppose to let you after I said I wanted to stop and you kept going “

“ because I — I thought I had the go ahead I didn’t know i messed up “

“ what are you talking about-why do you keep saying that ? “

you went quiet you knew not to answer he knows what he’s doing

“ y/n come on baby “

you weren’t gonna speak , you felt as the couch dipped him sitting down as he pulled you in his lap kissing you softly as you returned it . It was rare for him to give you affection and you enjoyed it he knew this . You found yourself pulled into a long kiss you both breaking away as he moved to nuzzle into your neck “ y/n come on talk to me “ he nipped at your neck

“ I love when you talk no matter if your mad or not — I hate when your quiet makes me feel like I did something wrong “

you groaned at his words you felt bad you didn’t want to leave him hanging “ did I do something wrong baby ? “

you felt your heart strings pull he never got soft like this you knew he felt bad and you couldn’t help but answer softly “ no shinso “

the smirk that spread across his face was so sinister if you could have seen it you would have packed your things and ran. Your brain going wonky as you felt your head start pounding it was almost like you’d lost control over your own thoughts —mind racing

“ I know babe I know “ you whimpered at the feeling

“ calm down i’ll help you out “ you felt as he sat you down on the couch gently

“ y/n you see your hand “ he pointed to your hand

“ bring it up to your head for me real quick and let your quirk go to work ok “ you did as you were told hand falling when you were done him sitting back on the couch and your body swiftly falling to lay back on the pillows eyes closed as snores fell from your lips

“ thank god you have a sleep quirk any other and it might not always work “ he laid his back on the couch starting the movie over and relaxing peacefully as he sighed out

“ shoulda done that as soon as they pissed me off when they first opened their mouths “

#my hero academia shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x y/n #shinsou headcanons #mha shinsou #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha x y/n #mha imagines #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha #fanfic #oneshot

[cosmic-goddess-leo]

Special Stream

AgedUp! Kuroo x Reader Roommate AU

Summary: Kuroo discovers his roommate is a cam-girl.

Warnings: SMUT!!! 

Author’s Note: I figured we were due for some Kuroo smut since we didn’t get any in First Love / Late Spring

Taglist: @caxsthetic​ @vventure​ @ardorwrites-hq-mha​ @cmllnc​

Kuroo never saw any issue with having a female roommate.

He had known (Y/n) for years, he trusted her and was comfortable enough to approach her about being roommates after he learned they would both be attending the same college.

She didn’t seem phased by the proposal at all. She was excited more than shocked.

Their families gave them some grief at first, insisting if they were ever to live with someone of the opposite gender, they should be engaged. No, the two didn’t pretend to be engaged to get their parents’ blessing to live together, it just took a lot of convincing.

Now here they were, living together now almost two years, and without any awkward incidents. They were good about respecting each other’s privacy and knocking before they entered bedrooms.

Everything was perfect until Kuroo decided to try something new and check out a NSFW livestreaming website when he got home from class.

(Y/n) had been home for a few hours now, her Friday schedule ensured she would be home by noon.

He didn’t feel the need to announce he was home, she knew his schedule. Plus, he was sure she was still in the middle of her afternoon nap. 

Kuroo settled into his bed once he made sure his bedroom door was locked. He  clicked onto the site as a guest, not fully committed to the idea of creating an account and subscribing to someone. 

He began looking through the different feeds for the tags he took interest in, but nothing was really catching his eye until he recognized something in the thumbnail for a livestream.

The streamer’s bedroom looked oddly familiar. Maybe it was the placement of the furniture, or the posters on the wall. Kuroo couldn’t shake the feeling he had been there before.

He clicked onto the stream, immediately a banner popped up saying he could only watch a couple minutes of the stream without a subscription. He clicked past it and began watching the video.

A cam-girl sat on her bed, a see-through, lace slip just barely covering her body as she reached somewhere out of the camera’s view for something.

“I have a few toys here we can use today,” something about that voice was so familiar... what was happening? “But I wanted to use something new for my subscribers today!”

She settled back into her spot, a few of the users in the comments section now complaining that they didn’t have a good view of her ass anymore. Kuroo’s jaw almost dropped to the floor as he covered his mouth and screamed into his palm.

The cam-girl was wearing a mask, but Kuroo recognized her instantly as his roommate.

“This came in the mail yesterday!” she smiled, holding up a vibrator. Kuroo remembered taking a package to her room yesterday... was that what was inside? “We all know my old one broke, and I haven’t been able to cum the same without it! Should I use it?”

Kuroo watched, mortified as the comments section blew up. (Y/n) giggled before leaning closer to her camera, giving the viewers a nice look at her cleavage.

“You’re all so eager today! I’ll have to put you in slow-mode!”

Kuroo felt ashamed at his staring, ripping his eyes off her chest to look at the comments instead. He couldn’t stop himself from watching her sit back and take off her lace panties, leaving them to rest on her ankle. She spread her legs, and Kuroo almost flinched away. Almost.

HIs masked roommate turned the vibrator on, and leaned back against the wall her bed rested against. She pressed the toy to her clit and sighed shakily, closing her eyes in bliss.

Just as she tilted her head back and moaned, the stream paused. Kuroo groaned, glaring at the banner that popped up over (Y/n)’s body.

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Kuroo’s fingers were like lightning as he created his account and submitted his card information. It was 15 bucks a month to subscribe to (Y/n)’s channel, no wonder she could afford to get takeout all the time.

He clicked back onto the screen, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding once the stream resumed.

It felt so wrong watching his roommate play with herself, but hey, at least he was supporting her work!

She slowly rocked her hips against the vibrator, her moans like a symphony. (Y/n) bit her lip and began teasing her vibrator against her slit, moaning louder at the sensation.

Kuroo didn’t know when he began rocking his hips against the laptop rested atop the bulge in his sweatpants, but he soon started moaning in sync with his roommate.

(Y/n) eyes shifted over her screen and she sighed shakily, grinding against the vibrator faster. Kuroo curiously looked away from her and at the comments section, freezing in place when he saw the red text that caught (Y/n)’s eye.

Getting a little loud, doll. Won’t your roommate hear you?

Kuroo gulped at the thought of that comment turning her on. He had to be wrong. His fingers twitched, feeling a sudden urge to type out his own message. He would never know unless he tried...

HIs fingers flew across the keyboard, his hormones doing the typing for him and hitting the ‘enter’ button.

It would be such a shame if your roommate walked in on you, kitten. What if he likes what he sees?

(Y/n) was very obviously staring at the comments section now, her moans sounding less staged and more genuine by the second. Kuroo felt his lips twitch into a smirk and he continued typing.

What if he climbs on top of you and fucks your brains out right in front of us, kitten? Takes you as his without a second thought? That would be such a shame...

(Y/n) moaned louder, this time he heard her through the wall, and she turned up the speed on her vibrator. Kuroo moved the laptop onto his bed and shoved his hand down his sweats, pumping at his hard length while typing with his free hand.

Kitten doesn’t have any other toys to play with for us?

(Y/n) panted hard and reached for something out of the camera’s view. In her free hand, she now held a slim, curved vibrator. She turned it on and began teasing it against her slit while the other worked her clit.

The rest of the comments section were either ignoring Kuroo’s comments or egging him on. He wrote out another comment, rubbing himself faster.

That’s it, kitten. Your roommate’s teasing his cock inside you. He wants you bad but he just wont let you have it.

(Y/n) shook slightly as she prodded the tip of the toy inside herself. Kuroo felt his cock twitch at the sight of her wetness. He continued to watch her tease herself for another few minutes, unable to keep this up once he felt his orgasm approaching.

He typed out one last message, hoping it would push her over the edge.

Yes, kitten. Take that cock. Your roommate’s about to cum, cum with him.

(Y/n) squealed and shut her eyes, finally pushing the vibrator inside herself and cumming hard with a loud moan. The sight of her squirting onto her toys had Kuroo cumming in his sweatpants, his own deep moan bubbling from his chest as he stared at (Y/n)’s flush body.

The two laid on their beds, panting hard as they came down from their orgasms. Kuroo didn’t realize he had closed his eyes until the sound of (Y/n) sitting up and speaking brought him back down from his high. He opened his eyes and watched her set her toys aside.

“Sorry guys, I kind of lost myself there.” she smiled shyly, reading through all the comments being left for her.

He decided to leave her one last comment before leaving the site and taking a shower.

You did so good kitten.

(Y/n) giggled softly and thanked him, then bid the viewers goodbye before ending the stream.

Kuroo quickly left his room and made his way into the bathroom. He threw his dirty clothes in the hamper and took a hot shower.

He left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and began the trek to his bedroom, only to run into (Y/n) on his way there.

“Hey Kuroo! How was class?” she asked, sipping on a juice-box at the kitchen counter. She was wearing sweatpants and a tank-top, her typical relaxing clothes.

Kuroo felt his cheeks burning as he tightened his towel around himself. She had seen him in a towel before, but it was a different experience now that he had masturbated to her.

“I-it was good! Slow as usual but oh well! Just glad to be home!” He was about to retreat to his bedroom when he opted to join her in the kitchen instead. “How was your nap...?”

(Y/n) shrugged, watching him retrieve his own juice-box from the fridge. “It was fine. Usual nap stuff, y’know?”

Kuroo took a sip of his juice, sighing happily as the cool liquid ran down his throat. “I thought I heard your voice earlier, were you up?”

He noticed (Y/n) shift in her seat. “I dunno, I might’ve woken up and yelled to see if you were home. I woke up when I heard you get in the shower.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at her before finishing off his juice and tossing the box in the trash. “Well, I’m gonna get dressed and go meet the guys for some drinks! See you later tonight!”

“See ya! Tell Kenma I say hey!” she called after him, relaxing into her chair as he left.

Kuroo shut the door to his room, breathing a sigh of relief once he was in the privacy of his own bedroom. If things weren’t awkward before, they would be now.

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Kuroo went straight to bed when he had arrived home from his night out. He hadn’t seen (Y/n) in the livingroom, so he assumed she had gone to sleep early that night.

The next morning, he woke up to a knocking at his door. He dragged himself out of the warmth of his bed and opened the door to meet the icy daggers (Y/n) was glaring at him.

“Morning...?”

“Are you KittenMaster204?”

Kuroo froze at the mention of the account name he set for the streaming website.

“Uhhh... no?”

(Y/n) crossed her arms and tightened her jaw. “I have a subscriber who’s good with computers. I got curious yesterday and had him trace the IP for that username and this address came up!”

Kuroo couldn’t keep his cheeks from turning a deep shade of red. “Okay, yes. Im KittenMaster204...”

“Ugh! You were watching me yesterday?!” she shrieked, tightening her robe around herself.

Kuroo bit his lip, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “I-I couldn’t help it! I clicked on cuz I saw your room looked familiar and then I couldn’t stop watching! It was only yesterday, I swear!”

(Y/n) groaned and blushed darkly, turning away from him. “God! You could have totally not watched!”

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, “Im a weak man... and you’re a beautiful woman. I thought since I paid the full 15 dollar subscription it wouldn’t be too skeevy but it was...”

(Y/n) seemed to perk up for a second and she glanced at him over her shoulder. “Well... it kinda was...”

“Only kinda? I watched you masturbate...”

(Y/n) turned to fully face him, avoiding eye-contact with him. “You did... but you also gave me an idea...”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at her, looking her over as the played with the tie on her silk robe. “Forrrr...?”

“An idea for my 2,000 subscriber special...”

“You have 2,000 subscribers?!”

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(Y/n) had been moaning away in her room for a while now while Kuroo watched on his laptop in his bedroom. He struggled to keep himself from touching his erection through his sweatpants while he studied the way her chest heaved and her hips jutted while she played with herself.

Then she looked at the camera and licked her lips.

Kuroo sighed deeply before setting the laptop aside and leaving his room. He got over his nerves, took a deep breath, and opened the door to (Y/n)’s room, trying to hold back a laugh as (Y/n) shrieked.

“Toshi! Oh my god!”

Kuroo had made fun of her when she suggested the fake name for him, but he would be lying if he said the roleplaying wasn’t a turnon.

“Ai! What the hell?!” He shouted from his side of the room, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Toshi, out!” she huffed, covering herself with her sheet. 

Kuroo took the mask she had left on her dresser and put it on. “What are you doing!” he insisted, moving to the edge of the bed.

(Y/n) squirmed, biting her lip and glancing between him and her webcam. “I’m livestreaming...”

Kuroo looked deep into her eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation, but found none.

“You don’t need any help?” He pressed, pushing off his pants and kicking them aside.

(Y/n) looked him over, pressing her thighs together at the sight of his naked body. “N-No...I can manage...”

Kuroo climbed onto the bed and slowly crawled towards her like a predator stalking his prey. Once he was in view of the webcam, Kuroo grabbed (Y/n) by her ankles and pulled her towards him.

He saw her lips quirk up into a smile for a moment before she pouted at him. “Toshiiii!” she whined, looking at the webcam, “at least let me turn it oooff!”

‘Toshi’ shook his head and took hold of ‘Ai’s’ wrist as she reached for the laptop. He pinned her wrist above her head and steadily ground his hips against hers.

“They get to watch, Ai. You can’t let your fans miss out on the show, can you?” 

(Y/n) whined softly and squirmed against him, biting her lip and batting her eyes at him in a plea to continue.

Kuroo slowly leaned down and dragged his tongue up her neck towards her lips, which he captured in a heated kiss. (Y/n) stopped squirming and moaned against his lips, arching into him so the lace of her lingerie brushed against his bare chest.

Kuroo nipped her lip before slowly pulling away, smirking down at her as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Why don’t you show me what you were doing kitten?” he cooed, releasing her wrists and sitting back on his haunches. 

(Y/n) shivered at the pet-name while reaching for her long-forgotten vibrator. She turned it on the lowest setting and pressed it to her clit only for Kuroo to snap his fingers in her face.

“Nuh-uh,” he shook his head, “It was higher than that, kitten.” His stern tone sent a jolt of electricity to her clit.

She reluctantly turned up the speed, moaning shakily at the sudden vibrations. Kuroo smirked down at her and slowly ran his slender fingers up her calves and over her thighs, resting them on her hips.

“That’s it, good kitty... Keep working that pussy...” he murmured, his fingers trailing down to her slit.

(Y/n) gasped at the feeling of his fingertips teasing her lips open. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t fantasized about Kuroo touching her like this. But she never imagined doing it in front of an audience.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Kuroo pressed the tip of his finger inside of her, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. He slowly eased his finger inside of her, then a second finger.

(Y/n) bit her lip to suppress her moans, but Kuroo was having none of that. He took hold of her chin with his free hand and roughly tilted her head to look up at him. “Hide your moans from me again and you’ll get the belt. Got it?”

(Y/n)’s cheeks were on fire. This was heaven. She had died and gone to heaven. That’s what happened.

She moaned at his words, hotter than she had ever moaned on camera. Kuroo brushed his thumb over her lip, pleased with her obedience. He began pumping his fingers into her faster to reward her. “Good kitty...”

(Y/n) moaned louder and began rocking her hips to meet his fingers. Kuroo traced his fingers down her throat and cupped her breast through the thin lace of her lingerie. His fingers teased at her nipple, only pulling away to push the sleeve of her slip down her shoulder to expose her breast. 

He leaned down and captured her nipple between his lips, eagerly suckling on her delicate skin and drawing more wild moans from her.

“T-Toshi, I’m so close...” she whined, arching her back and closing her eyes.

Kuroo traced his tongue up her chest, along her throat, and to the shell of her ear. “Master.” He corrected.

“Master...” she sighed, “I’m so close...”

Kuroo gripped her shoulder, holding her in place as he pumped his fingers into her harder. He glanced down at her legs, making sure the webcam had an adequate angle of her pussy.

“You’ve been so good,” he cooed, brushing the tip of his nose against hers and teasing her lips with his. “You have my permission to cum...”

(Y/n)’s eyes flew shut as she came on his fingers, moaning loudly at the feeling of squirting onto his fingers. Kuroo peppered gentle kisses along the curve of her jaw, whispering soft praises only she could hear against her skin.

“Awww, I make my kitten squirt so much. I bet I’m the only man to do that to you, huh?” he purred, laying her on her side.

(Y/n) whined softly and watched as Kuroo grabbed her legs and pulled her against his thighs. He lifted her leg and bent it at the knee, giving him adequate access to her pussy.

He teased his cock against her entrance, sighing at the feeling of her wetness.

“Master pleaaaase go gentle. I’m still sensitive...” she mewled, batting her eyes at him.

Kuroo licked his lips and eased his length into her, earning a long, deep moan from her that was cut off when he had pushed in to his hilt. Kuroo moaned at her tightness and rolled his hips against her, glancing towards the laptop. He smirked at the comments, groaning as (Y/n) seemed to tighten around him once she realized what he was doing.

“They don’t like that I’m doing this to you, kitten.” Kuroo chuckled, slowly rocking in and out of her, his words almost drowned out by (Y/n)’s moans. “Do you like it, kitty?”

(Y/n) gasped as Kuroo gave a solitary snap of his hips, urging her to answer. “F-fuck, I love it! God, no one ever fucks me like this!”

Kuroo smiled evily towards the webcam, happy that the screen cut off the upper half of his head. He looked more threatening that way, in his eyes. “Say it to the camera, kitten.”

(Y/n) looked into the webcam, opening her mouth to speak only to be cut off as Kuroo thrusted into her harder. “F-Fuck! Fuuck! Uuugh! I love it! Fuck! I love it when my roommate fucks me like this!” 

Kuroo growled softly, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

“Fuck this...”

He pulled out and flipped (Y/n) onto her stomach, then roughly pushed back into her heat.

(Y/n) shrieked and clung to her sheets tightly, arching her back at the feeling of Kuroo filling her pussy completely. Kuroo took hold of her hips and pulled her to meet his hard thrusts, his moans harmonizing with (Y/n)’s.

“Kitten’s so fucking tight... Kitten’s gonna make me cum inside of her...” Kuroo said, earning something between a whine, a moan, and a scream from (Y/n). She buried her head in the covers and screamed shakily. 

He smirked and slowed down his thrusts, opting to thrust into her deeper and hit her g-spot. “Ooooo, does kitten want me to cum inside her?” he teased, punctuating every other word with a deep thrust. “Does kitten want master’s cum?”

Kuroo grabbed a fistful of (Y/n)’s hair and lifted her head so she could speak. “If kitten doesn’t speak up, she won’t get master’s cum...” he tsked.

(Y/n) whined shakily, her voice hoarse as she begged. “Pleaaaase, master! Pleaaase! Cum inside meee!”

Kuroo released her head and took hold of her shoulder, digging his fingers into her as he sped up his thrusts. He pulled her to sit up straight, her back flush against his bare chest. Spit dripped past her lips as he took hold of her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks.

Kuroo pressed a kiss to the shoulder the webcam had no view of. He peppered kisses on her earlobe and whispered against her flesh. “Let go, (Y/n)... I have you...”

(Y/n) let out one more scream as she came on Kuroo’s cock. She gripped his arms and shook hard, whining loudly as he continued thrusting into her.

Kuroo felt his dick twitch inside (Y/n) before he buried himself deep inside her heat and came. He moaned, growled, and cursed as he pulled her body flush against his, emptying himself inside her pussy.

They both sat there, winding down from their orgasms together as the comments section blew up. (Y/n) grew tired of the notification noises and turned off the stream before shutting her laptop.

Kuroo took off her mask before taking off his own. He peppered gentle kisses on her shoulders and the back of her neck before hugging her waist and pulling her to lay down beside him.

“Holy fuck...” he murmured, closing his eyes as (Y/n) cuddled into his side.

“Yeah...” she sighed, “holy fuck...”

Kuroo pulled her into a lazy kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair as he moaned against her lips.

When the two parted, (Y/n) had a coy smile playing on her lips, despite her fatigue. “Can you be a regular on my stream...?”

Kuroo chuckled before planting another kiss on her lips. “Anything for my kitten...”

#Kuroo Tetsurō #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurō x reader #Smut #Kuroo Smut #Kuroo tetsuro smut #Im sweating...

[yeetbean]

Tell us more about your ocs!

hehehe wellll since youve enabled me :3 :3

Olivia and Wade are childhood best friends, and Olivia was at his house more than her own, and she's part of his family basically. They've always planned on living together, even if/when they both get partners.

Olivia is a tentacle porn artist, and predictably makes bank doing that. Wade works at a sports bar th/f/s, a gay bar sunday (superbear sunday anyone?), and teaches a knitting class at Joann's after their shift on monday/tuesdays. He needs a break.

they are both burning themselves out and WILL be forced to stop doing that.

Wade has self esteem issues and dates men who don't value him, because hes a total sweetheart and lets people walk all over him. Someone sends him a video of his boyfriend shit talking him at a party and its a big wake up call that he deserves better.

Olivia lets work consume her and will ghost people for months and then just pop up one day like nothing has changed. She holds all her girlfriends at arm's length, and her longest off again/on again girlfriend gets engaged, and Olivia realizes she has nothing, just Wade and a handful of people that don't want to talk to her because she never wants to talk to them except for a bootycall at 2am every six months when she's overwhelmed by life and needs to vent.

This happens to coincide with her taking a contract that doesn't pay enough and working her ass off for a high profile company and destroying her wrist for 3 months of work squeezed into one month. Tendonitis forces her to take a break and leave the house.

Andrea/Andie is a queer (she/they) indie game dev and streamer/speedrunner. They're an ambulatory wheelchair user (disability tbd but im thinking heds? more research needed). Their main job is animation but they can also code. They work at a game dev studio but they're not out and she's obviously the only not cishet person on the team.

Andrea meets Wade at his sportsbar job when she gets stood up by a couple she's been seeing (a unicorn did not fix their relationship funnily enough) and they sit at the bar talking about knitting all night.

They knit poorly, and wade inspires them to try and get better at it. She signs up for a class and Surprise! its Wade again. this time they actually exchange info even though she's mortified that she accidentally ended up at his job again.

Wade makes them realize that none of their friends/partners actually care about their interest/what they say. all their interactions are just *buzzes about hyperfixation together* which is totally new to her.

Andie meets Olivia in a little queer cafe. There's one open outlet and they share it in silence! just comfortably working until Olivia gets frustrated with Blender, and Andie happens to know the magic keyboard shortcut that fixes her problem, and they hit it off immediately! Andie is avoiding the fact that she has no friends and Olivia is avoiding the fact that she shouldn't be working until her wrist heals, so she's more than happy to listen to Andie infodump about how blender works for an hour and neither of them get any work done for the rest of the day.

Their relationships go on for months (slow burn my beloved) and somehow Wade and Olivia never catch on to the fact that his Andrea is Her Andie despite them being best friends who talk about everything, and both of them knowing they need a wheelchair. They're just. blind idiots in love.

Andie comes over often (when one or the other is at work) and minds her business. she figures that if there were parts of her relationship w the other they wanted to share, then olivia and wade probably already told the other already. Andie doesn't know that they don't realize it, and she finds it very very funny when the reveal happens.

i could write so much! but I'll stick to summarizing and wont get into the nitty gritty character arc details (theyre delicious these people have issues!). but suffice it to say they will come out the other side healthier happier people.

also olivia is a stoner w a little chihuahua that looks like a rat that she loves. Wade has 3 (nearly identical) cats that they claim is only 1 cat to the landlord (bc fuck pet rent)

Andie has a pet snake! probably a hognose because i love them they're little cuties w their little shovel faces :3 :3

#my ocs #wade (oc) #Olivia (oc) #Andie (oc) #roommate lore #i feel like i did not do them or the story justice! theres so much more i want to say! #thank you for enabling me! if its not clear theyre all polyam and date more than just each other

[acaemia]

hi oomf, it's me the anon that asked u about dotted pages ! <3 thank u so much for ur help btw!!!! AAAAA u are so kind huhu :') i ultimately ended up buying a simple lined b5 journal (i have MANY thoughts so i need that much space fhshfghshdhshsh) because when i really thought about it i was like,,, girl u are NOT ready to fully commit to a dotted journal and ik that sounds so dramatic (guess my sign if u want lmao) but yeah,, anyways i will keep ur suggestions in mind, i might buy loose dotted pages so i can practice and hopefully i'll like it! thank u sm again for ur help and if ur still wanting some suggestions i am currently eyeing the new muji markers in olive green and lilac ! ( https://shopee.ph/Muji-Marker--Highlighter-(Authentic)-NEW-i.64647499.6950749331 ) hopefully the link works hehe + also i've seen some of your posts abt feeling down, and i just want you to know that i am rooting for you all the time!!! i see your efforts and you are doing the best that you can!!! i hope the rest of your 2021 comes easy and your 2022 be filled with abundance and happiness. always sending you love and encouragement <333

hello!!! oh my gosh sorry for the late reply I've been staying up so much lately and I wanted to be conscious when I answered this because its so sweet HUHU.

and yay we love b5 >3>3 (I cleaned my keyboard but idt i put the switches on properly so my less than key is not workng pls excuse the wonky hearts but those are hearts HAHAAH) and nooo not dramatic at all PLSS paper/materials can make or break our journaling mood like if its not good it'll feel so bad HAHAHA. I'm not the best at astro ngl but mayhaps ur an earth sign ?? my mind went to pisces taurus virgo or scorpio and i'm probably wrong HAHA. (last guess: capricorn?? iM JUST SAYING ALL THE SIGNS AT THIS RATE AHAHAH) if u end up being a gemini ill cry bc hey twin

Yess the dotted pages are cheap lang (and hello I see that shopee link ur a local rin pala HAHA) online so it wont hurt ur pockets too much :)) I got budol sa shopee recently so I can't buy stuff again but those markers look so cute fml :((( I miss shopping at muji :(( will definitely wishlist these tho thank u sm :D

hey stop imma cry ur so nice:(( it means a lot knowing na people are rooting for me. things haven't been easy and it's even harder to be nice to myself so receiving any kind of support is so important to me. thank you for noticing my efforts huhu. you're the sweetest thank you:( I wish you the best as well oki major love for you >3 I hope you enjoy the rest of the holidays and that your 2022 will also be filled with abundance and happiness. love u sm thank u this really means the world to my lil heart huhu.

#ask pia #senior sophizen #here come the waterworks

[vkookjamz]

⋆☽Kitten☾⋆

|| Prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15.

| 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑡-𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 |

"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Y/n's POV

You looked down playing with your hands in your lap, leaning against the small black leather sofa. Occasionally raising your eyes to watch the dark haired male type away at the computer on his desk.

Yoongi gave a soft chuckle noticing you. "Yah, don't stare princess"

Sitting up quickly, your ears flicked causing the silver hoops on them to jingle against each other.

"I wasn't! I'm just bored-"

After all, the only reason you were in Yoongi's studio was because he said he had something to show you, and so far for the past twenty minutes, you sat on the couch and he sat at his desk doing what you assumed to be working. And you weren't one to complain, so you just quietly watched in wait for him to finish.

"Ah, I'm sorry you're right- here, come"

Your brows raised as Yoongi backed up in his swivel chair and patted his lap waving you over to sit.

"But- Jungkook told me-"

Already knowing what you were going to say, the older male sighed to cut you off as he leaned forward scooting towards you in his chair, pulling you into his lap with ease.

He already knew Jungkook had probably told you not to get too touchy with anyone else.

But he wouldn't let that stop him.

"I don't care what Jungkook told you, my office my rules now come"

Letting out a small squeak your cheeks tinted pink as you sat on one of his thighs, leaning your back against his firm chest as he kept a surprisingly strong arm around your waist.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel more comfy here than on that hard sofa-

"Okay- but-"

"Shh, just let me show you now okay?" He gave a glance down at you giving your head a pat and quick smile before returning his eyes to the screen as yours did too.

"Yah, here-"

He clicked on a file as well as a few other things and adjusted various modules on the large soundboard to his left. Finally pressing enter on his keyboard and scooting back in his chair, looking back at you and signaling for you to listen.

Sitting up with your ears becoming alert, you started hearing a low deep hum as a song you had never heard before started to play out from the speakers, filling the silent room.

It wasn't too loud or too quiet, yet it was intense somehow- the tone was set perfectly as deep beats started to roll in and soon sync with new sounds that would enter as the song played out.

You couldn't explain it, mainly because you didn't know the correct terminology for a song with this genre as it started to set in.

Seductive was the one word that could describe it best, yet at the same time if a song could be a warm blanket wrapped around you, this would definitely be it.

Either way-

It was, beautiful..

And then you heard it, Yoongi's voice as you felt his hands move down to hold your hips. Although it took you a moment to realize it wasn't coming from the song and it was actually him speaking.

"Hm?? I'm sorry I got lost into it-" you laughed nervously blinking a few times and shaking your head to focus giving your attention to the male.

"I said, what do you think princess?" Yoongi cleared his throat and sat up more in his chair, effortlessly moving you to now straddle him as he held you by the tops of your thighs.

You gulped at the new position he put you in, letting your smaller hands rest on top of his chest, your innocent eyes staring directly into his calm dark ones.

"I love it"

His lips formed a proud smirk, gliding his hands to the back of your knees as he got up smoothly placing you up to sit on a clear surface on his desk. Letting himself stand between your legs looking down at you and humming lowly along with the song.

Feeling your whole body heat up, you tried your best not to let Yoongi see your now burning cheeks.

You couldn't help but remember the time you and Jungkook were alone and close together like this-

But with Yoongi he seemed more- gentle? Almost as if he wasn't doing anything at all..

It sure got you flustered enough- Ah what were you saying, he wasn't trying to be like Jungkook.

"You know, I made this song thinking of you"

You scrunched up your brows. "Really..? But- There's not even lyrics yet how could thinking of me make you make the sound this good-"

"Well.. to be fair-" he paused moving in closer, one of his arms sneakily wrapping itself around your waist. His other hand firmly yet softly squeezed the side of your left thigh, slowly pulling you in to be pressed against him.

Your thighs instinctively closed only to be stopped by his hips which only made it bring him in even closer. You let out a gasp and pursed your lips to remain quiet, but Yoongi smirked as to let you know he still managed to hear the little noise.

At this point you couldn't stop yourself from staring.

His short black hair, his smooth jawline, his slightly tanned yet pale skin, his hands.. they looked so- strong. But his touches were so delicate you wouldn't even believe they were coming from them.

Yoongi licked over the bottom corner of his lips, letting his head tilt back to sway his dark bangs out of his face, then leaning back down to whisper over the side of your neck.

"I was thinking of how good I could make you sound"

Hearing those words caused your stomach to twist, even if your mind didn't comprehend what they meant, your body sure did.

You bit down on your lip hard as your hands on the males chest moved. Now one of your hands entangled in the back of his hair as the other squeezed his shoulder.

"Y-Yoongi.. "

Hearing you call his name that way made his whole body tense. You could feel it in the way he hugged you tight enough to where the both of your chests felt glued together, as he buried his face into your neck and stifled a groan.

He wanted you, right then and there. And he could have, he had you right in the palm of his hand.

You could be his and he could be banging into you as hard and fast as he possibly could right now.

Hell, he'd fucking record it. He'd record your moans, pleas and cries and save it as his muse.

But he wouldn't.

Not now, not like this. He knew it wasn't right, he would have to win you fair and square, no tricks, no seduction- even if it was his specialty.

Without warning he pulled away from you, leaving him feeling empty and you feeling bare without his warm touch.

Tilting your head, you looked up at him confused as he merely cupped your cheeks, eyeing your cute features before giving you a soft sweet smile.

"Don't tell Jungkook.."

A/n: I probably wont update for awhile. But when chapter 16 comes out I will be publishing it on my wattpad first, my user is "JungkookiesEomma" since a few people asked me for it. As always, I hope you enjoyed~

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#bts hybrid au #cat girl #cat hybrid #bts x reader #bts hybrid smut #jungkook hybrid #jungkook x reader #hybrid #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #min yoongi #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts #bts ff #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook ff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #kitten #hoseok #jin #namjoon #yoongi #jimin #taehyung #jungkook

[justanothermissingsock]

Mystic Messenger Yoosung oneshot with really no plot T_T

No pronouns mentioned for reader.

1040 Words

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Two weeks into a limited-time, special LOLOL event, Yoosung had yet to leave his bedroom for anything other than using the bathroom and buying snacks. With school being out on break, he didn’t need to worry about the constant distraction of missing assignments, and he fully planned to take advantage of that. His only problem was, well you, in a way. He absolutely loved you, but couldn’t you stop calling him every hour to try and get him outside.

 For the third day in a row, you were absolutely persistent in getting the poor boy outside, and he was trying his hardest to avoid doing so. It wasn’t that he disliked going outside; in the past he had joined several clubs that focused on the outdoors, such as the gardening club (boring), the backpacking club (too many bugs), and the rock climbing club (terrifying). He just really needed the limited time character and armor set the game was offering over the course of the 22-day event. A few weeks of poor hygiene would definitely be worth it, if only you agreed.

As if you could tell he was thinking about you, Yoosung’s phone began to ring as your image popped up on the screen. Luckily, Yoosung wasn’t in the middle of anything that required both hands on the keyboard, so he answered the cheery ringtone. 

“Yoosungieee, whatcha up to?” Hearing the bubbly voice on the other side of the phone always uplifted Yoosung; he only wished it wasn’t always getting in the way of his gaming.

“Nothing much, still working on the new LOLOL stuff, but how bout’ you?” Yoosung asked hesitantly, as if scared this was another one of your schemes to get him out of the house.

“Good good, soooo, where are you in LOLOL right now?” The sudden question caught Yoosung off guard. He wondered why you would care considering that you had never played the game before and the information would therefore be useless. He answered anyway, hoping that maybe it was just you trying to show interest in something he likes.

“I’m in a place called Dunya Ruins. It’s a super cool place. I’m working on leveling up my characters so I had to go to a place with higher level enemies, but they’re-” Yoosung didn’t get to finish his sentence before you interrupted him.

“Nice, cool, that’s all. I just wanted to check up on you, byeee Yoosungiee!” With that you hung up before Yoosung even had a chance to say anything.

That was definitely strange. You and Yoosung called eachother often, and could sometimes talk for up to an hour, but you had never had a call as short as this one. Maybe you were busy? But what if you were mad at him? Should he call you back? What if you wanted to break up? Gaming momentarily forgotten, Yoosung began to imagine every possible reason you could have hung up. Scared that he had done something wrong, Yoosung told his teammates that he would be going AFK for a couple minutes before getting up to grab something to eat.

 The poor college student he is, the only thing he had was instant noodles, but after digging around, he did manage to find a bag of Honey Buddha Chips in the back of his pantry. Luciel had given a crate full of them to him as a gift for helping him at Mint Eye, but Yoosung had already eaten most of them. He put his noodles in the microwave before grabbing the chips and returning to his computer. His food would be ready soon, so he figured he could just check who’s online and see if anyone wanted to challenge a nearby dungeon with him. One annoying person wouldn’t stop jumping around his avatar, but Yoosung ignored it to grab his sad, high-sodium meal.

Upon returning, Yoosung discovered that the annoying person was still there, but had now just positioned their avatar directly in front of his. The ridiculous gamertag and low-level convince Yoosung that this was just another noob hoping to gain something from him. A notification alerted him that the noob had messaged him. Opening the chatroom, he responded to the unknown player.

xXNot_a_NoobXx: yo yo, supaman yoosung!

Superman_Yoosung: wdyw

xXNot_a_NoobXx: wut

Superman_Yoosung: why u txting me

xXNot_a_NoobXx: bcuz u wont come outside

Yoosung was nervous now. How did they know him? What if someone from class had found him. Or maybe it was 707 trying to play a prank on him again.

Superman_Yoosung: wait, do i now you?

xXNot_a_NoobXx: know*

xXNot_a_NoobXx: and yes, i hope u know me

xXNot_a_NoobXx: considering i called you not twenty minutes ago

Called… Wait. Then it had to be you! But Yoosung thought you didn’t care for LOLOL, something about it being too complicated and time consuming.

Superman_Yoosung: (y/n)?

xXNot_a_NoobXx: ding ding ding

xXNot_a_NoobXx: u wouldnt come outside so ive entered your world of gaming

Superman_Yoosung: hw long hav u been playin

xXNot_a_NoobXx: 2 days ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That explained the low level, but the name?

Superman_Yoosung: Not a Noob?

xXNot_a_NoobXx: wut do you mean

xXNot_a_NoobXx: i like the name

Superman_Yoosung: -_-

xXNot_a_NoobXx: >\\\<

xXNot_a_NoobXx: i want 2 battle u

xXNot_a_NoobXx: if i win...

xXNot_a_NoobXx: you have to come out an hang out w me

Did you not realize that he was a significantly higher level than you. Yoosung wasn’t sure whether or not he should point this out. What if he beat you and then you decided you never wanted to play again? Maybe he should lose on purpose? No, losing to such a low-level player would definitely harm his ranking on the server.

Superman_Yoosung: ok let do it

xXNot_a_NoobXx: >>\\\<<

Long story short, Yoosung absolutely demolished you. You never stood a chance against his elite tier team and the fact that he actually knew the basics of the game. But he took pity on you, and he was overjoyed by the fact that you tried LOLOL just to get his attention. He called you shortly after to ask when and where you wanted to hang out. And from then on, you knew how to get the gaming addict Yoosung’s attention. The only downside is that he never lets you forget how bad you are at the game.

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Hahaha, wrote this instead of doing my math homework. Whoopsie

Thanks for reading~

#yoosung x reader #yoosung kim #mystic messenger yoosung #mystic messenger #fanfic #x reader #luciel choi

[prurientpuddlejumper]

A New Arrangement [Part 5/9]

<- Part 4 | Part 6 ->

Summary: There is nothing unprofessional about your entirely professional relationship with Frederick Chilton.

1,100 words

“Ooooh, got a hot date today?” Roxy wagged her eyebrows suggestively.

“What are you talking about?”

”You always look super cute on days you see,” she silently mouthed mask guy, and punctuated it with another brow pump for good measure.

“Oh my god,” you waved her away, “It is so not like that!”

She laughed impishly, slapping her desk. “You just turned so red! You’re totally into him!”

“I am not! Do not go telling everybody that!”

“What?” she stopped giggling and batted her lashes at you innocently. “So he’s a hermit. He’s super rich. Go for it babe, live the dream.”

Your eye twitched, and she started laughing hysterically again.

You were not attracted to Frederick Chilton. How could you be attracted to someone you’d never even seen? There was a headshot of the sleeve of his book, but it was impossible for your imagination to imbue that staged black-and-white photo with life, or apply it to the man in front of you. He was just a voice behind a mask.

That voice, though.

It was so soft, like the velvety chestnut fluff of a teddy bear. You felt caress over your skin rather than heard it. And it was so carefully spoken, his grammar as unnaturally formal as the cover letter of your first resume out of college—nerves jittery at the prospect of being rejected yet eager to show off your education.

Sometimes his vowels would stretch out like a cat, yawning and flexing its round toes, giving his words an air of drama. This happened especially when he was being smug or petty. You first noticed it while discussing his desire to have a hall named after him at the university his old rival worked at.

“He dumped me for a man he claimed was ‘going places.’ Now he teaches,” he said, stretching the word. “I would like him to give his little lectures in Chilton Hall. That should really piss him off.”

You joined him in wringing your fingers with spiteful glee as you did your best to make it happen—you couldn’t imagine what idiot would dump him. Actually, scratch that, you could. The way he flaunted his money, his massive ego, his penchant for the dramatic… it was all rather douchey. But douchey in a charming way that charmed you. Maybe because you saw that the puffed-up ego was just a defense mechanism. A small lizard displaying a large frill around its neck to startle predators. Behind the bluster was a sweet, scared man you would never tire of spending time with. 

Not that you were attracted to him. 

You weren’t, you groaned to yourself, head on your desk as the last hours of Friday ticked by. Getting someone’s name on a college building was not easy, or cheap, and did not exactly fall within the standard purview of end-of-life-planning. At all. You were exhausted.

“Karaoke tonight?” a message pinged on your screen from Roxy.

“Yessssss,” you eagerly typed back. “Get me out of here.”

Having plans only made the rest of the day crawl even slower. Your focus wandered. You imagined Dr. Chilton just-so-happening to be at the same bar and hearing you belt out a love ballad that would make him blush behind the mask.

But you knew you wouldn’t see him until your scheduled appointment next Tuesday.

How could you be attracted to someone who never left his house? If he walked into the bar dressed up like the phantom of the goddamn opera, everyone would stare. Then again, like he said, people would stare no matter what he was wearing.

How bad could his injuries possibly be? You googled “severe burn” and quickly closed the browser. Bad. The answer was: pretty bad. Not as bad as they could be, though. He had functioning eyelids that you could see behind the mask, which meant he was fortunate they were not fused together like melted candle wax.

You cleared your search history for the third time that day. Your manager did not need to think you were obsessed with a client. You were not obsessed. He was just… fascinating.

Karaoke was a distraction, but all the noise and crowds and drinks couldn’t get your mind off him. Four days felt like an eternity. He would be alone that whole time. Unless he has more physical therapy, you thought angrily. Why were you angry? You weren’t! It didn’t help that Roxy kept teasing you, prying about eccentric mannerisms you regretted ever telling her about. 

She wasn’t wrong. He was weird. You couldn’t like someone that weird. Mask aside, you would think he’d wear something more comfortable than a suit in his own home, but he obsessively needed to maintain his image. His status. He couldn’t be seen without his mask on: literal and figurative.

Frankly, he looked ridiculous.

Though, anyone would have to admit, it was also rather sexy. Crisp pressed slacks, a stylish shirt and tie, and an audacious mask. Stretched out on a leather couch. It was like some millionaire anonymous sex thing, and it sent the occasional shiver down your spine toward… regions you would not discuss.

You shoved the thought down.

It wasn’t as though he felt the same way toward you anyway. He’d made his disinterest abundantly clear, and trying to seduce him would be callous to his recovery. Being burned had left him physically weak, frequently exhausted, and devastatingly shy. Sex was the last thing on his mind. It was a miracle that was willing to touch you at all.

He could touch you now. He had touched you. You touched! It happened the session after he invited you to sit next to him so you could more easily share the laptop screen.

As you sat beside each other on the couch, your legs touched, as legs are wont to do in the natural course of sitting. He flinched away the first time, but the cushions were soft, tending to draw you in toward each other where your weight made a deep depression. The second time, he left it there, the warm steady pressure of your legs pressed together raising goosebumps that were thankfully hidden under long pants.

The next meeting, he leaned against you to see the screen. Your fingers brushed over the keyboard, and something awoke. A sleeping tiger.

He needed physical contact like he needed air to breathe. He attempted to be discreet about it, but you could tell he was always sitting as close to you as possible, touching you “accidentally” as you passed the laptop for him to sign a document.

He was so skittish. So careful with every touch, growing bolder little by little only as you reciprocated, sighing as his shoulder grazed yours, leaning into it. Then his hand, casually falling onto the couch cushion between you, next to where your hand rested. A pinkie extending. Yours extending back.

The couch was more comfortable than the office chairs, but sitting for any length of time was still challenging. One day, he seemed particularly weary and was starting to zone out.

“You can lay down if you need to. We can do it like this,” you indicated for him to put his legs over your lap, so you could both still see the computer. He did. Your hand rested on his knee, and he didn’t flinch or brush it away.

Next time, it was his head that was in your lap. 

The filling out of forms and projecting of expenses turned more and more into cuddle sessions. You learned with a thrill of pleasure how solid his chest was, how broad were the arms always hidden under stiff sleeves.

There was nothing unprofessional about it. He got tired easily. It was perfectly natural that you should be comfortable relaxing together. It was easier for both of you.

There was nothing unprofessional about it.

It wasn’t as though he liked you. He was just a little touch-starved, and some friendly cuddling was healthy. You didn’t like him either. Maybe your heart raced a little when he was near, but who wouldn’t be nervous around a weird mask-guy? And if you looked forward to your meetings all week, you were just attached to him as a client.

You were attached to him as a client.

The reason you could do your job, so steeped in death, and still sleep at night was because you didn’t bond with people easily. You weren’t cold—you were kind to clients, sympathized with them, and wanted to help them—but you didn’t think about them after clocking out. This was different.

As your last appointment rapidly approached, you were never in your life more certain of how much you were going to miss somebody.

#frederick chilton #Frederick Chilton x reader #raul esparza #hannibal #my writing

[oh-theatre]

Just A Remnant Now

A/n: lmao this is so bad im so sorry,,, lmaooo ITS SO BAD

TW: Death, spirit, spit, farting, destroy, pain, graphic descriptions, ANGST, no happy ending

“Im sorry Remus I cant talk to you right now, its been months and I cant figure out where this spirit energy is coming from” Logan huffs. “Tomorrow is my presentation and if i have nothing to show for it my entire funding, this project crumbles” He rambles. Remus follows him, his feet carry a sweet lightness as he listens.

“What will they do with the spirit or ghost?” Remus questions, sitting on one of the cold benches focusing hard as he fiddles with something in his hand. A cold breeze as Logan snatches the tool away from him. “Hmph” Remus pouts

“My guess? Ill get a whole team of scientists! A whole new lab with facilities and so much more! And ill tear it apart and study every aspect” Logan beams, the glint in his eye sickened Remus.

“So you'll kill it?” Remus scoffs “Seems kinda brutal”

“No ill just...take it apart to...examine its..origins and what it can do and...its a ghost what does it matter Remus?” Logan inquires, typing viciously away at his keyboard. 

“They still have feelings, their sensories are there!” Remus argues, feeling his face flush. “The way you plan to tear them apart is inhumane! Its against their will Logan, they are still forms of living. 

“They are, in every sense of the word, not Remus. They are dead, figments of what used to be. They cant feel pain, or emotion, they are a remnant” Logan explains

“They are more than that! Lo you're not listening!” Remus stands now, Logan could be intimidating but Remus towered over the scientist. 

“Im not listening because you don't know what youre talking about”  Logans cold glare would pierce anyone but not Remus. “You're just my engineer.” He spits

Though i wish we could be more, both think in unison through their frustration.

 “They have the memories of their old life, they have feelings, they have feelings of the world they must traverse through now as a spirit. They develop feelings, emotions, memories and more. They travel through to the middle ground between living and dead. If they accept it, they move on but some choose to stay!” Remus finishes, his breath cold as it spits on Logan. “Some don't have a choice! Some are tethered! But they aren't just ghosts Logan. They live in the now, through whatever means. Tearing them apart with my molecular design would kill them, and every ounce of pain felt would hurt just as much as it would to you.” Remus finishes, his body shakes, he tries his best to keep solid to the ground. 

“You've developed emotions for these things” Logan rolls his eyes. His judgment was not missed. “And if im not mistake, its your device Remus” Logan reminds

“You're right...it is” He turns to where the device sits immaculate, his design perfect. Such as the mad genius he was. He took his work in his hands, feeling every ounce of metal and wiring that was in it. Then, in the flash of an eye, the machine crashed. It fell to the ground with the force of anger, Logans shock and frozen state was unmissable as the pieces clattered around the ground. 

“What have you done” He whispers viciously. Remus stands triumphant feeling the pain inside. 

“What I should have done as soon as I made it” Remus sighs.

“Why do you care so deeply for these things! You have no idea what they are or what they do!” Logan yells, his voice echoes through the lab.

“For how smart you are.. youre so fucking dumb Logan!” Remus argues back. “For months the same spiritual energy has been popping up on your monitor! You couldn't put two and two together?” He smirks. “You really think after your failed convention last year they would send you an engineer?” 

“What are you saying” Logan breathes

“You're so dumb Logan!” Remus swipes an angered hand across the table, tools crash to the ground. 

“Stop calling me that” Remus’s accusations had cut deep.

“You call me that at least once every hour!”  The continue arguing, it hurts each of them more than can be described. Each new insult is a breach to the relationship they had built up over the past year.  Finally Remus couldn't keep it in anymore. “Im the spirit Logan!” 

the silence that fell through the lab was piercing. 

“I didn't want to move on because fuck closure, so i found you. I liked what you were doing...or at least what i thought you were doing. But once i had built the machine i could have left...but I liked you Logan. Plus you hadn't found a spirit! I thought hey maybe this will be the final piece of the puzzle...” Logans speechless breaths were terrifying. Remus cant help but reach out, he focuses allowing his hands to solidify. He takes Logans hands. “Watch” He instructs, after a quick thought Logans hands fall through Remus’s hold. 

“no no” He tries desperately to grasp to Remus, he wants to feel his hands. “No no lies lies all of it” He spirals, Remus just watches knowing this was inevitable. Remus feels a tug at his heart, he works quickly and the machine is one again. Logan remains at his desk, murmuring nonsense. 

“Lo?” Remus for all his chaos, had the softest voice. “Take me...to the demonstration tomorrow” he offers. Logan looks up finally, his eyes red from thoughts. “I was just another chess piece for your game, just use me...i don't think i wanna stay around much longer anyway” He sighs.

“No Remus. We have to stop this project.”

“what?” Remus barely breathes. 

“I was wrong...I was wrong and so misguided.” Logan admits, he has no idea if his next move would work but he takes Remus hands feeling a warmth as they stay solid in his hold. “You were never a piece...but I was wrong. Because they can feel, you feel...and I feel you” He moves a hand to Remus cheek. Logan had never seen this energetic bumble of ‘not safe for work’ jokes and buzzing laughter so...tired. And it was his fault. “You feel pain and joy and sadness and-”

“Love” Remus adds, Logan holds back his desperation. 

“I was truly an idiot, I was so focused on not looking like a failure I forgot my true goal. To discover and explore...not destroy” Logan sighs “I wanted to learn, but i let that go and became this”

“You dont wanna...destroy?” Remus cant quite wrap his head around it. 

“No god. I wanted to understand! But i let the success and money get to me. And i lost sight of who I was. You arent a danger...you are a miracle” He smiles ever so slightly. “SOmething I love so much is not worth destroying” He states

“Love?” Remus feels himself relax. 

“So..so much” Logan says

“Hah you're in love with a ghost” Remus teases, Logan sighs with a giggle and a playful eye roll. 

“I still have the machine remus” Logan threatens with a grin. Remus steps back and gasps his collar. 

“How dare thee!” He cries ever so mockingly. “I thought you cared”

“Woe is you” He laughs quickly pulling Remus into a kiss. 

Yeah its weird, but so intriguing. He expected a cold chill but received warmth in Remus’s embrace. 

They canceled the demonstration and gracefully stepped away. Years passed and Logan desperately tried to find a solution, he wanted Remus to stay, to be here in all his physical form. But on a quiet fall night, Remus was sprawled across the couch trying to dunk cheese balls into his mouth. Logan sat at his work bench concocting as he did. Logan had had his doubts over the years, Remus was a ghost. But Remus explained that the longer he was on earth he felt tethered a developed a physical form. He wasn't a human but he wasn't a ghost, almost a third party but he was real. 

But he was fading. 

And Logan worked tirelessly to find out what he could do. He had consulted with Virgil and Patton, two scientists who had done great strides for the world of science. He constantly worked alongside Janus but to no avail. Remus was fading, he would have to go soon. Remus didn't mind, all he tried to do was comfort his partner but Logan, for as smart as he was, was in deep denial. 

But this fall night, as a cheesy treat fell into Remus’s mouth his image flickered. This caught Logans eye from his work. 

“Remus?” He rushed over watching Remus sit up straight. The flickers were slow before they became full glitches and constantly. “No i need more time. Surely.” He could feel his tears coming. 

“Promise me youll find someone? Whos maybe not a farting ghost” Remus shrugs, Logan shakes his head, this wasnt the time for jokes. “Logan you knew this was coming. Also lets be honest, it was weird im a ghost”

“You're not though! You're a tethered!” He cries

“Guess my tether snapped” Remus sighs. He wanted to spend these last few moments in sweet bliss but instead, in true Logann fashion, he was arguing. “Come cuddle me you obnoxious man” He pouts

He knows its a joke but the sadness in Remus’s eyes finally catches up to the scientist. He obliges sitting with Remus. They do cuddle, and Remus finally lets go. His tears are soft and he doesnt think much but he doesnt know whats going to happen next. 

“You should get a dog” He sniffles, Logan laughs dryly stroking the messiest hair he had ever known. “Also Janus totally likes you” Remus wasnt oblivious to the way Janus looked at Logan. But he didn't mind, Logan was his...but he wanted his partner to be happy once he was gone. 

“Perhaps, but let me just...let me mourn alright?” Logan asks

“Fine, but promise me you wont mourn forever, please?” He holds up his pinky, Logan rolls his eyes but promises either way. Remus leans up a tad to kiss Logans cheek. “Lets just sit here ok?” He requests, Logan grants it. “I love you Logie” He knows that only he is allowed to call him such a name. They sit in silence, feeling the heartbeats and warmth. Every intimate move felt so careful. 

“I love you so much” He says after a moment of silence, he awaits a response but looks down to see Remus was no longer there. A small gasp as he takes to his chest. This is what it felt like, so much pain. They never conducted the experiments but as he clutched his heart and sobbed loudly he imagined this was close enough. 

#intrulogical #logan sanders #remus sanders #sanders sides #write #writing #youtube #angst #no happy ending #thomas sanders #fanfic #fic #fanfiction