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sukirichi · 2 years

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Sukiiii here’s layk my part two-ish well something of the sort HAHAHAHA

How are yaaa?? Fine and well, I hope since people, family and friends are getting sick here—left and right, btw You play genshin? I PLAY GENSHIN TOO!! Yes Asia server, Imma send u my UID tmrw since Im alr lying down as I type this HAHAHAHA okay setting that aside

OKAY I’VE FINALLY CAUGHT UP and Read both chapter two and three and Prince Kiyoomi 🥰🥰🥰🥰 OKAY BUT I LOVE HOW each prince have their own secret/problem. Just waiting for Akaashi’s and Ushijima’s 🤭🤭🤭🤭 but alas to be Airi in your story rn ahahahaha—:”D screw being a lady of a high status lemme be a maid who falls for Prince Kita and have a forbidden love story 😍😍😍😍 HAHAHAHA

I mean Kiyoomi, I love you but Shinsuke, I love more HAHAHAHAHA okay but can we talk about why an arranged marriage usually happens and why a girl (yeah cursing her will take too much and the other readers are alr doing it HAHAHAHAHA) like Iris is married to Kiyoomi whom she doesn’t deserve btw—I smell a scandal that can disrupt the not so peaceful royal family even more. I alr have my theories and suspicions but Imma keep them at bay first and read a few more chapters or atleast before the reason is revealed.

OKEI THEN Do I see a sprout or a Seed Planted for YN’s Char. Development at Chapter 3? Like when she smiled and Suna couldn’t read it, is that a sign or like a foreshadowing of her slowly just slowly like superr slowly growing—It’s too early-ish for an actual growth but I smell a foreshadow or a little sprout but at this point I think Im just sprouting nonesense—haha—get it? Lame? Yeah ik but I still laugh HAHAHAHA

I have no words for suna—laykkkk—nada, it’s just too much rage and whatnot cuz laykk—Oh so you’re just gonna promise to care for YN in exchange for using her and breaking her heart??? Ano yon pang palubag-loob kay YN?.? (To Make her feel better in English to anyone else actually interested in reading this long ass ask)

I feel bad for Princess Maiko though—she reminds me of the main character of Empress Ki except she isn’t a maid nor does she lose her fam (Idk if she gonna grow but hey Im rooting for her just don’t do anything stupid to help and plot to hurt YN or else screw u HAHAHAHA) and as the saying goes (Honestly idk I prolly just made it up) “The Royal Harem/Family is not for weak-willed/hearted or for the innocent, else you suffer” and Princess Maiko is layk the living example of this

BUT I DO NOT feel anything LIKE NOTHING at all—not a single shred or an ounce of sympathy for Iris—no girl and when you said we’re gonna hate her more? Let me guess—she does one of these or all of these; annoy YN or embarrass YN or taunt or even take Suna away or well fk him during their honeymoon (wouldn’t be surprised—Im sure Suna will find some stupid excuse to disappear anyways)

OKAY THAT is all for this super duper long ask—Always stay safe and keep urself healthy, hydrated well fed and well rested!! amd ofc always Take Careee!!

With lots of love,

-🎧

HEADPHONES ANON AHSJKA I WAS GONNA ANSWER THIS A WHILE BACK BUT IM SORRY I REPLIED LATE :<< also, yes, I’m fine! lots of family friends here are also getting sick, but thankfully I’m safe from covid rn and I hope you are too! YES BESTIE I PLAY GENSHIN DROP YOUR UID LET’S GO PLAY! I’m excited to play with you omg (but heads up that I’m not great at it, I’m a newbie and I might be slower in keeping up. aka I get lost a lot and my game loves to glitch and freeze so it’s a fun experience to coop with me <33)

YES TO BE AIRI. IMAGINE BEING THE BEST PRINCE’S LOVE OF HIS LIFE. LIKE WOW. how to be airi rn. and hmm yes, there’s definitely…something behind Kiyoomi and Iris’ marriage that’ll be revealed soon. also theories? yes yes, I’m listening if you ever wanna share! HELP THE SPROUTING NONSENSE PUN AHSJAA but yeah, it’s foreshadowing! I agree it’s too early to make her grow that fast and at this rate, like I’m going to break her completely first, and we’re not at the stage yet where she totally breaks down. but yeah, the part about her smiling and rintaro not knowing what it means, it was foreshadowing that she’s getting better at hiding her feelings…and mayhaps even being manipulative towards rintaro… omg yeah, pampalubag loob for YN like no thank you, Rintaro. but at the same time, the truth hurts a lot, I kind of understand why we stick to the great fantasy even if it’s a lie. YN hurts less when she just lets herself be happy in his arms and decide to overlook the fact he has someone else in his heart sobs

oooh for Iris being more hateable in the future, you guys will definitely just what she does! or more like, what is rintaro gonna do that involves iris. HEHEHEH. omg take care too, have a nice day / night <33

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: dusk till dawn #anon:🎧#long ask #tw: infidelity #BESTIE DROP UID!!

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4haechie · 4 years

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son of apollo!donghyuck

pairing: son of apollo!donghyuck x child of athena!reader genre: fluff, comedy, some adventure/action, pjo au, e2l au words: 3,173 warning: couple of curse words here n there a/n: i reference a bunch of pjo characters in this so if u haven’t read pjo *crowd booing*

so donghyuck’s the son of apollo right

there’s like no arguing when it comes to that

he’s extremely talented at singing and making music, dancing, rapping, songwriting, so he’s no doubt apollo’s offspring

and he’s naturally gifted at archery as well

you can’t spell haechan without ACE teehee

u on the other hand

you’re athena’s child

you love to read and write you’re incredibly smart ofc

you love competing and winning and taking part in strategy making to bring your opponents DOWN 💅🏼

athena’s the goddess of wisdom as well as warcraft so needless to say you’re exceptional in both fields

you’re not just textbook smart, no no, you’re able to apply all the knowledge you learn…well…irl

not to mention you’re good with all kinds of weapons

ur fave weapons include swords and spears :D

you’re okay w knives too!!! and daggers!!! you’re not picky

but you’re better w longer blades just cuz u have more experience w them

fun fact: you’re the head of the athena cabin and donghyuck’s the head of the apollo cabin

you’re both great leaders, always doing your best to make the best strategies to win capture the flag, the chariot races, and other fun activities chiron plans for the campers 😁

but . you guys are Sworn Enemies

actually the better term to use would be “rivals”

you guys r So competitive to the point where you actually developed a rivalry during your first few years at camp half-blood

donghyuck LOVES to win but so do you… so obv he’s gonna go out of his way to make sure he/his cabin wins

that doesn’t mean you’ve ever backed down from his challenges…

if he’s competitive you’re twice as competitive

one day after breakfast during your fifth year at camp when you’re both about 18, chiron decides to host a good old game of capture the flag

u know . for old times’ sake 😼

once he makes the announcement you immediately turn to your cabin mates

“we have to win no matter what”

“y/n, it’s just capture the flag. we’re not fighting gaea”

“bitch are u in or not”

the entire dining hall is buzzing with excitement

nothing makes a demigod’s day like a capture the flag announcement 😌

chiron suddenly grabs the megaphone again and calls out “this time however there’s a little twist,” he chuckles as everybody goes silent

you raise an eyebrow

“you’ll be in teams of course. everybody has to play. there’s twenty cabins, so there will be ten teams of two cabins each. i’ll pair you guys up myself. each pair gets a flag–so there’s ten flags in total. the game will be won by the pair who manages to collect all flags and brings them back to their base before anyone has the chance to steal their own flag.”

the demigods burst into intense chatter and discussion once more

you turn your head back to your siblings and tilt your head in slight confusion

you’ve never played capture the flag in teams before

“anyone but apollo. i’m literally begging. sam, pray to athena right now”

“y/n RELAX”

“i think if we’re partners with apollo’s cabin i’ll actually jump into tartarus”

“…”

“what? percy and annabeth survived” 🙄

chiron pulls out a scroll and calls out the pairings one by one

poseidon and demeter, hades and ares (good luck to them), so on and so forth

your heart keeps racing . athena’s name has not been called out yet

and just like that your worst fear comes true

“athena cabin with apollo cabin. the game will commence in thirty minutes, which is how much time you have to prepare. good luck and stay safe!”

you drop your head into your palm (aka head in hands meme jpg)

“this is the worst day of my entire life”

“y/n, you’re hands down the most dramatic person i’ve ever met”

maybe it’s just you–bc your siblings seem fine with the apollo kids

they have so many apollo cabin friends :(

curse u and donghyuck’s little rivalry that the entire camp and chiron knows about

so him putting yall together definitely was not a coincidence cough cough

can u blame him

🌤🌈 he just wants all of u to get along 🌈🌤

he’s seen w his own two centaur eyes what happens when demigods fight between themselves

it’s not healthy

he needs u guys to get along bc u and donghyuck are some of the best demigods at camp rn

ur quick wits and amazing sword skills

his position as the camp’s best archer

imagine how powerful yall would be if u two worked together

if only you got along from the start.. but nooooo

ur egos r just too high F

but anyway, back to the present

you’re sitting there, head in your hands, dreading this already when some of the apollo kids swagger over to your guys’ table

donghyuck is in front of them as he scoffs after seeing your dreadful state

“why the sad face, y/n?”

you lift your head up to see him hovering over your seat and roll your eyes

you get up and your siblings follow

you’re just gonna have to make do. you don’t have time to complain

the thing is

you’ve only lost capture the flag once 👎🏼

a few summers ago the apollo cabin defeated the entire camp leaving everybody speechless

it’s true they didn’t defeat JUST you but somehow you thought it was personal

you had the PERFECT record 😕

zero losses . only wins

but bc of the apollo kids your cabin’s record was tarnished

which is sorta why you started hating them (esp donghyuck their leader) so much

donghyuck caught on immediately and made it a point to compete just as hard as u

so yea. that’s how you became rivals

he knows how much ur gonna hate working with him but u don’t really have a choice now do u :/

so he knows exactly why u have a sad face

but this is donghyuck we’re talking about

just bc yall r “rivals” doesn’t mean he’s not gonna tease u 😂😂😂

(or maybe he teases u bc he thinks ur cute and he hopes one day u realise him teasing is actually donghyuck for flirting 🤭)

“you know damn well why, lee donghyuck”

“oh c’mon i think it’ll be fun! if we combine our skills, we definitely have a hundred percent chance of winning”

you cross your arms and glance at your siblings who just shrug in agreement

you sigh loudly

“don’t even think about fucking this is up, donghyuck. and just so we’re clear, i’m in charge”

he laughs, “yup! got it”

so you start talking strategy

you only have 30 minutes so you need to make the best of it

you divide the two cabins into pairs so that an athena and an apollo kid will be paired together and in charge of smth diff

you have plenty of people on your team – 5 in athena’s cabin and 5 in apollo’s cabin

some will handle weapons and safety gear, some will handle mapping out the playing area which was basically the entirety of the woods, some will be setting up traps near your team’s flag to prevent others from coming close

30 minutes quickly pass and after dividing the work and planning your strategy with donghyuck and friends you turn your attention back to chiron who has his megaphone in hand

everyone’s told to gather outside the dining hall at the open field before the game commences

you, donghyuck, and your teammates briefly talk strategy once more . just to make sure everybody knows what they’re supposed to do

“let the game begin!” chiron blows a loud whistle and the demigods scramble out of the field, going to their designated flag locations

your spot is near a little creek, but the forest around your flag is quite dense so u figure it’s relatively hard to locate

it’s not that late so the afternoon sun makes your skin glisten with sweat

“damn, can you tell your dad to chill tf out for a while,” you tell donghyuck jokingly

he just rolls his eyes but on the inside he’s kinda glad you’re being casual with him rather than 😡😡😡😡😡 like u normally are

u don’t know what it is about him today but u swear he’s acting different around u

he wasn’t… as annoying while discussing strategy ????

he actually ?????? listened ?????? to what u had to say 🤔🤔🤔🤔

he didn’t argue, he didn’t even throw around witty burns like he usually does w/o hesitation

u were like… is he ok

little do u know!!! he actually l*kes u 🤭🤭🤭

well… it’s not a 100% fact that HE himself knows as well

but his siblings caught on to his weird behaviour n figured smth was up

mark being one of hyuck’s closest friends n siblings in the apollo cabin, realised he was acting weird ever since yall got grouped together

he seemed nervous ⁉️ which he never ever is

he’s like the most confident person mark’s ever known

so mark was like *thinks*

after putting two and two together mark came to the conclusion that he might have a small crush on u

bc hyuck kept glancing over at u, kept talking abt how ur a good leader (he’s never gonna tell YOU that tho. he crossed his heart on that one)

mark was like i didn’t even ask but ok

mark was confused at first tho cuz everybody and their mom knows about your guys’ rivalry so why tf would hyuck have a crush on someone he considers his rival

mark decides not to get ahead of himself bc hey!!! maybe he doesn’t have a crush, maybe he just thinks ur a good leader

like that’s it u know?

LMAO 🤫

so anywayz where was i

ah right

the flag

OK SO ur team’s flag is yellow ! :D

it’s like the colour of sunflowers

you and donghyuck r in charge of guarding the flag while ur team members scout around for the other flags

easy peasy

you and donghyuck are at your base now, weapons drawn just in case

the flag is hung on a poll couple feet taller than you

you’re dressed in ur usual training clothes – a pair of washed out shorts, a very old orange camp half-blood shirt; your sword’s sheath hanging from one of the belt loops of your shorts

donghyuck’s dressed similarly – a pair of blue ripped jeans, the same orange camp shirt tucked into them, but he has a purple flannel on, which he takes off and ties around his waist

“it’s so freaking hot,” he says, mentally agreeing with the comment u made about apollo earlier

“tell me about it”

there’s a silence that follows, the only sound heard is the subtle flow of the creek water

you’re thankful for the silence

it’s easier to keep an ear open for opponents on their way to steal your flag

just as you think about it, an ares and a hades kid approach your base

they’re on the other side of the creek, less than ten to fifteen feet away

“hi y/n,” the hades kid you’re kind of close to says

you shoot him a fake smile before holding your sword in front of you

donghyuck pulls out an arrow from his quiver and nocks it in his bow, aiming for the two demigods in front of you

the creek isn’t that deep, so the two demigods cross it with ease

they have their weapons drawn; they’re now a couple of feet away from you and more importantly the flag

no words are said as donghyuck lets his arrow fly and knock the hades’ kid sword out of his hands

he didn’t use an arrow with a sharp tip, you note

the hades’ kid stumbles backwards, imbalanced after he gets unarmed

you stand your ground as the ares’ kid scrambles forward, attacking you with her sword

your blades clash defiantly

you continue to spar with all your might

from the corner of your eye you see that the hades’ kid, sword back in hand, is battling donghyuck on your left

the flag is right behind you and donghyuck; you can’t let the two demigods get near it

you and the ares kid are still battling each other, putting all your strength into making sure she surrenders

but u should know better

ares and athena kids have many similarities like their love for winning, their confidence in battle, etc.

it’s like looking in a mirror

you don’t have anything against this particular ares kid, though

“c’mon, y/n, give up already”

that REALLY makes your blood boil

you never give up, no matter what

with one final blow of your sword, you knock her sword out of her hands, making her think she distracted you with her words

she goes flying back, half her body landing in the creek water

her sword lies in between you and her, but you doubt she’ll have the courage to fight again

the hades kid sees this and quickly scrambles away from hyuck, picking up the ares kid’s sword and giving her a hand up

“this is why i hate you and your siblings–your huge ego always gets in the way,” you hear the hades kid grumble to his partner as they run away from you, shame written all over their defeat

hyuck laughs and wipes sweat from his forehead

you can’t help but laugh either

you love it here at 🧡 camp half-blood 🧡

a few moments pass as your teammates emerge from the dense woods, each pair with a different colour flag held between them

you smile in victory

you quickly bring down your flag from its pole and give it to hyuck

“me? it was your plan…”

“yeah, but i couldn’t have done it without you, hyuck”

he almost passes out at your choice of nickname

back at the main hall, chiron announces your team as the winner, and that the prize yall being excused from doing chores all week long!!!!

it’s not much, but hey, at least you and hyuck ended up working together and winning the game, right?

later, hyuck pulls you aside from your cabin mates, and walks you to the lakeside

you two sit at the deck, side by side, watching the water doing nothing in particular

you watch as hyuck swings his feet lightly, his toes barely touching the water

“y/n, do you hate me?” donghyuck asks out of the blue

you’re like 😳 what

now that he asks you that . like straight up . it makes u think

do u REALLY hate him

or do u just hate losing to him

“why would i hate you?” you question back

“i don’t know? i guess because of our, um, rivalry thing i thought you can’t stand me”

you play with the beads of your camp necklace

“i don’t hate you, donghyuck. i just hate losing. i guess it’s the athena in me,” you laugh at how lame you sound

“i hate losing too, but i don’t hate you, in case you’re wondering.”

he takes a deep breath

“i know we started going against one another ‘cause of that one time my cabin won capture the flag, but i don’t want things to stay this way,” he pushes his hair back

“i guess what i’m saying is… i like working with you.” he pauses

“yeah,” he says, as if more convinced now, “and i would really like to get to know you better,” he clears his throat, very clearly embarrassed

you laugh at his flustered state

“stop laughing at me,” he stretches the last syllable as he lightly shoves you with his shoulder

you’re trying even harder to not laugh now, but for his sake, you hold it in

“that’s probably the cutest thing you’ve ever said”

he crosses his arms, “i’m always cute”

you’re like. THE NERVE?????? 😒😒😒

“how ‘bout we go slow? i mean, we just became un-enemies, we’re gonna need to be friends first, right?” you poke his shoulder

“you make a good point”

“i’m literally athena’s child, but okay”

“shut up!”

✨ time skip ✨

both u and hyuck stay at camp over the holidays which means more bonding time!!! yay!!!!!

a year has passed and u and hyuck r basically bffs, attached at the hip, and everybody except mark is surprised as fuck

rmb the days when hyuck thought u were “cute”?

welp 🤭 he’s at that point where everything u do makes his heart flutter

yeah… he likes u Like A Lot

u have no clue abt his feelings for u and he has no clue abt ur feelings for him either

exactly a year after the iconic capture the flag game, ur both seated at the deck by the lakeside, side by side, again

“y/n…there’s something you need to know”

“if you’re gonna tell me about the mixtape you’re dropping with mark, i literally don’t want to hear it”

“THAT WAS ONE TIME”

“YOU GOT THE ENTIRE CAMP’S HOPES UP FOR NO REASON”

both of you burst into fits of laughter

after calming down, he shoves your shoulder lightly with his shoulder, like he always does (only to u tho)

“no, seriously, i need to tell you something”

“what’s up?”

“i,” he pauses, clears his throat, “like you. a lot–i have for a while now.”

you swear your heart stops beating and your brain explodes

HE? LIKES? U?????????

he continues, “i don’t know if you like me back, but i’ve been wanting to tell you this for so long–guess i didn’t have the courage until recently,” he lets out an airy laugh

you’re looking at him in the eyes now; a subtle shimmer of the afternoon sun sparkling in his eyes

“hyuck, i like you too. how could i possibly not?” you chuckle at his shocked expression

he goes :O

he’s genuinely speechless when you lean forward and press your lips ever so softly onto his

you literally feel him freeze, which worries you for a second, but your worry is washed away when he slowly kisses you back

you melt right then and there

he takes your hand in his, interlocking fingers, as you pull away, a faint pink blush painting both your cheeks

“wow”

“really, y/n? that’s all you have to say? what happened to being wisdom’s child, huh?”

“donghyuck, i SWEAR to ALL THE GODS–!”

your sentence is cut off when he presses his lips onto yours again, you smile into the kiss which causes him to smile with you

he kisses you again and again, and then again, until you’re both a giggling mess

“let’s stay like this forever, yeah? what do you say?” he says, bringing his lips to your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back and looking at you

you look at your intertwined hands, and then back up at him, “i’d like that”

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chillpotats · 3 years

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Motivational Quotes

Dear person whoever reads this, Hey, you, yes, I am talking right to you. I hope you will see yourself with the eyes I see you one day, because I can tell you have some awesome music taste :) You’re such a beautiful human being and worth and enough. I hope you know that you do only need yourself to be happy, I know society build up the standard that whenever you’re alone you’re not living a happy life. But in fact that is not true, if you start to realize that you actually deserve all the good things happening to you, you will treat yourself a lot nicer. I hope you let yourself rest, don’t beat yourself up over past mistakes, over regret, and over everything your mind wants to destroy you. I wish I could remove all those demons inside of your head because you deserve to feel happy. If you ever feel lonely then watch the sky, because you know, someone, at the same time is watching the sky too, maybe feeling the same way..I am glad you exist and I hope you won’t ever remove your own spot in this world, maybe you don’t feel like you belong here but, Angel, then build your home here. I don’t want you to leave this world unhappy. I want you to live every little second, I want you to feel alive, I don’t want you to see yourself just existing. You deserve it. Whatever happened, it’s not your fault, the demons in your head recognize that you have a beautiful heart, they want to take it because they have never seen such beautiful heart as yours, so why let them win over you? . You’re not selfish for isolating yourself, but you deserve to talk to someone. If you’re reading this than please never forget to breath and smile. Don’t live up to other standards! It’s your story and not theirs. Life for those who couldn’t, smile for those who forgot what a genuine smile is, love like there’s no other, hug like its your last one. I love you and send you hugs. You’re so strong, you’re still here, and I am proud of you. YOU ARE NOT USELESS. READ THAT AGAIN. YOU ARE WORTH IT. READ THAT AGAIN. YOU ARE LOVED. READ THAT AGAIN. I AM GLAD YOU EXIST. READ THAT AGAIN. YOU ARE NOT A PROBLEM. YOU ARE HUMAN AND YOUR FEELINGS ARE VALID. READ THAT AGAIN. YOU ARE NOT BEING DRAMATIC. You’re not a burden to anyone, don’t be afraid to talk, to use your voice. You’re beautiful inside out. Your body is beautiful the way it is. Please don’t starve yourself. Please eat, I know it’s hard but you deserve food. You deserve to eat and drink. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. READ THAT AGAIN. I WISH I COULD HUGH YOU RIGHT NOW, SO A VIRTUAL HUG WILL DO. It hurts me to see you’re in pain :( you deserve so much man, don’t let your emotions control you. Don’t let them get the best of you. I love u I love u I love u I love u I love u please don’t go. I am sorry that no one is hearing you, I am sorry no one is noticing that you have lost yourself. I wish I could take your pain away, it hurts me to see the pain in your eyes. I love you trough my words and I mean it. I just want you to stay, hold on a little longer okay? Please? For me.?? I hope you have an awesome day/ morning/ evening/ night. If it’s night for you, go to sleep, I know it’s hard to fall asleep right now but you deserve a good sleep. If you have nightmares, please, don’t let them fight you. If it’s day for you, don’t start it by such sad music, I know it’s impossible to have a good day with such mindset but take baby steps, start by drinking two cups of water in the morning and so on.. You will start building little healthy habits. If it’s evening for you, you’re probably overwhelmed and stressed, I want you to know it’s okay to feel the way you feel. You don’t need to be scared, of course you’re overwhelmed or stressed, I mean who wouldn’t? But it’s important to know that when you feel that way you should do a little self care, such as taking a bath for example? You deserve to feel at ease and relaxed. And if you are somewhere in between I hope you know that you’re stronger than you think, I know you will make it :) Now wipe those tears away and smile for me, you really don’t know much a smile can brighten someone’s day, do you? I hope one day yours will become a genuine one where you don’t need to fake it anymore, because I can’t say this enough, you deserve a good smile and to feel alive. You’re worth more than every freaking cent in this world. Remember crying is not weakness, let it out as much as you can but don’t let the emotion control you by giving up. It’s okay, you’re here, you’re safe, you can let it out. Did anyone asked you, how you are feeling today? If not, how are you really? I don’t think you’re doing good, but you will feel good at one point. Don’t give yourself up. I am sorry you feel misunderstood. But anyone who gets to be with you, doesn’t know how freaking lucky he/ she/ they is :). Enough with beating up yourself for today, okay?! - The stranger that cares about you more than anything. I hope this is enough for you to stay today, tomorrow will be a new day, a new start, let go now. I hope you can stay. This is your sign to stay and treat yourself with love, you deserve it. And in case no one told you today, again, I am so proud of you. I hope you will remember my words-kaylee :) Until tomorrow, my friend :) edit: the fact that people are saying that i saved their lives is making me so happy rn. idc abt the likes or anything else, all i care abt is reading the comments even the comments that only say thank you, i think those are my fav. i love you all sm and just from reading what you guys replied makes me feel like you are family. YOU ARE FAMILY. once again, i love you all smm and if you ever need somebody to talk tooo... im here, im waiting. - PoTaT <3

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takasgf · 3 years

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talking about my fav stuff

hi um this post is pretty long so i'll put the actual content under the cut. It's not very intresting, you can ignore it, I just want to talk about some of my favourite things because I don't have anyone to talk to about them. sometimes i just feel like spitting information and personal opinions about stuff i like, so uh, here goes nothing

OKAY lets start with bandori. I started playing last sunday, because I wanted to have a conversation subject with an online friend I admire a lot. This was the same reason I got into dangan into the first place, but ill talk about it later. Bandori is so lovely!! It's so fun to play and I love the stories. The characters and interactions are so wholesome!! The songs are so nice to listen to and they make me feel happy and energetic. My favourite songs to play might be 1/3 no junjouna kanjou and a cruel angel's thesis. As you already know, my favourite characters are Tae, Kasumi, Arisa, Rinko and Sayo!! I immediately added them as platonic f/os because they are lovely. I have yet to create a self insert, but when i do, I can't wait to make drawings of them interracting! I have a few ideas. I am so grateful for my online friend for showing me this AMAZING game.

Another game im eternally grateful i've been introduced to is danganronpa. Even if i don't personally enjoy the actual game, OH, the characters....the characters....mmmm....If you haven't noticed already, i am in love with Taka😔💓 I also really like Sayaka and my other platonic f/os from this source, but him? HIM?? He is my everything. He is the reason I am still healthy right now. He helped me more than any other living person. His existence is so precious to me, he isn't "just a comfort character" anymore, he is, to me, a person, a person i trust with my entire life, one of the people i LOVE to most and my one and only. I can't put into words how much he means to me. I may seem pathetic right now, "ooooo hes just a drawing!!1!1 he can't be that important lol u weirdo!!1!!", but I genuinely love him so much. It's very embarassing, but that is the truth. I LOVE HIM more than i love myself. He is my main reason for my happiness and I like to believe that he thinks the same about me. I like to believe he loves me as much as I adore him. Please let me believe, I just KNOW im not hurting anyone by loving someone who isn't quite real. He is real in my soul and my mind💌💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💟❣

Uhhh that's it!! If you read all of that umm thanks!! i hope i didn't waste your time. And im very grateful that someone listented to me ramble about the most random stuff. See ya! Take care and stay safe,im sending virtual hugs and handshakes to everyone!! <3

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#long post #octo shall talk now #there are so many gramatical errors but i dont feel like correcting them rn </3

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ubemango · 4 years

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commission 5: otiyr!hoseok

note: for anon who was so kind to help me back in November! I am so sorry this took so long to get out v_v;;; ........... I hope you enjoy ;_;!!!!!

note 2: U kno when person A be like *super tough on the outside AND has no Knowledge of baring themselves to someone AT ALL AND!!!!!! IS SOFT TO ONLY ONE PERSON BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY CAN BARE THEMSELVES TO THEM* and then person B be like *I am the only person they can bare themselves to so I try really hard to get them to come out of their shell ONLY IF THEY WANT TO this is a healthy relationship I like to poke at them sometimes, it’s fine*? Yea this is that but make it more pine-y. Best friends to lovers? It’s more likely than you think!

Coach Park blew the whistle. Obviously this meant that practice had finished, but Hoseok was convinced it’s what called upon the bad omen.

The hockey team’s time at the rink ended right at 3pm. This gave Hoseok exactly ten minutes to shower, three minutes to fend off a nagging Yoongi for practice again the next day, and twenty seconds to realize he had one minute to reject Soojin if he wanted to make it to class on time.

He had no idea how long she’d been there. She sat like a flower, right at the edge of the bleachers, cardigan wrought so tight around her shoulders as if to fend off the tundras. He wondered if she was waiting for Jeongyeon—the figure skaters got the rink for the next three hours now—and that is when he made the fateful mistake of catching Soojin’s eye right when he was about to slip through the exit.

“H-Hoseok!”

First, the freeze-up. Hoseok adjusted his gym bag for the sake of fidgeting; he didn’t even get the chance to pretend he didn’t see her, creep away unnoticed. She’s fast, anyhow, hopping over the bench and standing shy in front of him just as he’s turned around.

“Hey,” she greeted.

Hoseok nodded, only slightly pained. “Needed something?”

Behind her, Hoseok watched Jeongguk coming up, wiggling his eyebrows at him right as he passed by and out the door. Flaunting that exit like it was meant to encourage him to stay just a little longer. Hoseok felt threatened. Soojin took no notice.

“Yeah… it’s—well. How are you?”

“Fine.”

(Soojin most likely had no idea he had class at 3:15.)

“Oh! That’s… good. Well—I don’t want to keep you for long, and I-I know… i-it’s kind of sudden, but. We’ve been talking for a while now and I just—wanted to ask if you wanted to—just—hang out, someday. Like go out, or whatever.”

Ah, Hoseok thought sadly, I’m going to die, right here.

The first response he considered was to refute her claim that they’d been talking for a while—Soojin had offered help with chemistry homework when Jimin wasn’t available for tutoring anymore. He wasn’t aware that discussing the halogenations of alkanes over text qualified as the talking stage. That made him feel weirdly old.

Something else he considered: she was very pretty. He could admit to that. Soojin had eyes like raindrops, small ears with moon-shaped studs. An easy gait except for when she was nervous—and she looked very, very nervous.

Soojin was a nice person. Soojin deserved a nice answer.

“I don’t want to,” he said, which was not a nice answer.

He realized this the second Soojin’s gaze dropped to the floor. It reminded Hoseok of those sparkly cartoon girls, the teardrops that teased, never fell. She wouldn’t cry. No one ever cried for him like that.

“Ah—sure, that’s… fine.”

Hoseok never prided himself for being curt. He was just consistent at saying the wrong things, he remembered you saying, and he had lecture starting in less than a minute. Combine all these together, mix in the inability to read a situation properly, and you got the everlasting unease of being Utterly and Ridiculously Fucked. He felt very pained now.

Hoseok watched Soojin fidget again, shifting her stance. Contemplating that exit Hoseok just wanted to go through.

He was supposed to say something now.

“You can delete my number, if you want. I don’t mind. You don’t need it anymore, right? Since we already handed in that assignment.”

She was quiet. Slowly, Hoseok watched her face transform into what he could only guess was unabated anger. Her nose scrunched.

Then she slapped him.

Hoseok, holding his cheek (which did not ache at all, Soojin wasn’t strong like that), watched her stomp out, shoving the doors open with an animosity he didn’t think she had.

He was most definitely going to be late for class.

The astrophysics study commons is a quaint, aggressive space. There’s posters of Saturn and chalkboard lining the walls with confusing equations scribbled in white and at least five people arguing about velocity in the corner farthest away. This is where people find answers and actually make sense of situations. Hoseok discusses his tragedy here for this exact purpose.

You sit back in your chair, playing with your slide rule. “She text you after?”

“Nope.”

“Did you want me to give my opinion?”

“Sure.”

You slap him.

“What—!” Now Hoseok has had plenty of time to dwell on his follies last night. But a second time? He wonders if he actually deserves good things in his life. He rubs at the poor spot on his cheek. “You didn’t need to resort to violence!”

“You’re so stupid!”

It’s not unlike you to tell it as it is. He’s known you for seventeen years now, the nicest thing you’ve ever said to him was back in fourth grade when you’d called him a good co-parent of your pet caterpillar. “Damn.”

“I mean you’ve always been bad with these things but I didn’t think you’d do something like that.”

“Like what?”

“Be a complete asshole,” you deadpan.

“I didn’t think it was that bad—“

“You told her to delete your number!”

So it was a bad move. He recognizes this. “It’s not like I don’t feel bad.”

The silence lingers as you catch your breath, watch him pensively. Something about the speed of light is being discussed in the background. He feels weirdly exposed.

“I want to try something,” you say finally.

Hoseok’s eyes narrow at you. “What.”

You stare at him blankly. For a second he thinks you’re going to slap him a second time, but instead comes—

“Hoseok, I really like you.”

The coldest, startling feeling runs up his spine. He reflexively says, “That’s disgusting,” and comes to the conclusion that the universe hates him.

“See! You can’t just say that!” You squawk.

“Why not?!”

“What if I had secret feelings for you that had been festering for years and you broke my heart?!”

“Do you?” Hoseok says, slightly alarmed.

“Wha—would you be mad if I did?”

“I would be mad if you did.”

“See, that’s what I’m saying. You’re so mean about feelings.” He watches you focus on the chalkboard behind his ear. He briefly remembers drawing a loopy spaceship on it. “Look. I’m gonna pretend to be a girl confessing to you, and I want you to be more—sentimental. Okay?”

This is the weirdest thing about you. For someone so annoyingly logical about science, you still somehow kept in touch with romance. The dewy-eyed. Everything Hoseok didn’t know. He remembers junior year and the slow dance with Yubok, and how he accidentally fumbled his knuckles against her back—too low, she’d whispered harshly—and how you’d come back from hiding behind one of those big planters near the entrance, looking sparkly and gentle, mussed up, and somehow he knew you were having the best night of your life, and he’d just accidentally ruined his. He remembers that he has never been cut out for this.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Hoseok sneers, thinking about how the universe loved you.

“Too bad,” you say. “I’m gonna start. Hoseok?”

He might get smacked a third time if he doesn’t comply, so he replies, “Yeah?”

You feign shyness. Casting your eyes down, fidgeting with your shirt. “I-I… Well, I just wanted to… tell you something.”

“Sure,” he says.

Your timidness slips into anger in a blink. “I said be sentimental!”

“What—did you want to tell me?” He tries again, shrinking.

“I think—Well, I think you’re really cute—and—“ you cross your arms, and he so badly wants to yell at you to stop— “and… I was wondering. If. You wanted to grab coffee sometime?”

His answer rolls down his tongue too fast for him to catch. “No,” he says flatly, and instantly he flinches to block your slap against his arm.

“Hoseok!”

“I can’t take this seriously.”

“But I want you to be in tune with your feelings,” you whine.

“I’m plenty in tune with my feelings,” he argues. “And I’m feeling invaded right now.”

“There’s a good two feet between us right now.”

“You’re breathing in my direction, it’s enough.”

You ignore this, and reach for his hand lain flat on the table. “How does this feel?”

Surprisingly, the first word that comes to his mind is safe. But that is not a safe response. “Feels—like you’re holding my hand?”

“Ugh. Just—look into my eyes,” you urge next.

“Okay.”

They don’t curve into softness like Soojin’s does. Your gaze is hard, strikes him so hard it’s almost mortifying. Then your hand squeezes his. He discovers that he likes it.

“I really like you, Hoseok,” you say, oozing sweetness in your voice. Subdued, something you were not. Hoseok wants to throw up. “So please just consider me, okay?”

He nods, speechless.

You revert right back to your previous stance and let go of his hand. It’s almost like a betrayal. Hoseok wonders why his heart is leaping. “So how was that?”

“You’re so fucking weird,” he spits.

“I’m helping you. Look. Let’s make it a thing! I’ll teach you how to be romantic and all that stuff.”

“I’m not trusting the expert of Tiger Beat romance, thank you very much.”

You ignore his quip. “You’re a good guy, Hoseok. Soojin might’ve come on a little too strong and so did you but—really! You’re a good guy! Who deserves love and stuff because it’s just nice to have!”

Hoseok sighs. It’s not that he hated the idea of being in love, he just couldn’t help but be unavailable. Pre-occupied. He said things he didn’t mean. You know this about it him.

“Fine.” And before you can cheer, he adds, “But don’t… tell anyone about this.”

“But the big scary hockey man getting slapped by the tiniest person on campus story is so—“

“Don’t push it,” he says.

“Whatever.” You snort. “Yes, fine, it stays between us. Yay! Okay. Tomorrow I have a study group so we might need to meet up two days from now, let me check my schedule…”

You grab your planner from your bag, scanning the pages. Hoseok has the vaguest feeling that he’s in trouble.

#bts scenarios #hoseok scenarios #bts #hoseok #ubemango fic #f: commissions

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gaywhorewhytfisthistaken · 3 years

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Dear person whoever reads this, Hey, you, yes, I am talking right to you. I hope you will see yourself with the eyes I see you one day, because I can tell you have some awesome music taste :) You’re such a beautiful human being and worth and enough. I hope you know that you do only need yourself to be happy, I know society build up the standard that whenever you’re alone you’re not living a happy live. But in fact that is not true, if you start to realize that you actually deserve all the good things happening to you, you will treat yourself a lot nicer. I hope you let yourself rest, don’t beat yourself up over past mistakes, over regret, and over everything your mind wants to destroy you. I wish I could remove all those demons inside of your head because you deserve to feel happy. If you ever feel lonely then watch the sky, because you know, someone, at the same time is watching the sky too, maybe feeling the same way..I am glad you exist and I hope you won’t ever remove your own spot in this world, maybe you don’t feel like you belong here but, Angel, then build your home here. I don’t want you to leave this world unhappy. I want you to live every little second, I want you to feel alive, I don’t want you to see yourself just existing. You deserve it. Whatever happened, it’s not your fault, the demons in your head recognize that you have a beautiful heart, they want to take it because they have never seen such beautiful heart as yours, so why let them win over you? . You’re not selfish for isolating yourself, but you deserve to talk to someone. If you’re reading this than please never forget to breath and smile. Don’t live up to other standards! It’s your story and not theirs. Life for those who couldn’t, smile for those who forgot what a genuine smile is, love like there’s no other, hug like its your last one. I love you and send you hugs. You’re so strong, you’re still here, and I am proud of you. YOU ARE NOT USELESS. READ THAT AGAIN. YOU ARE WORTH IT. READ THAT AGAIN. YOU ARE LOVED. READ THAT AGAIN. I AM GLAD YOU EXIST. READ THAT AGAIN. YOU ARE NOT A PROBLEM. YOU ARE HUMAN AND YOUR FEELINGS ARE VALID. READ THAT AGAIN. YOU ARE NOT BEING DRAMATIC. You’re not a burden to anyone, don’t be afraid to talk, to use your voice. You’re beautiful inside out. Your body is beautiful the way it is. Please don’t starve yourself. Please eat, I know it’s hard but you deserve food. You deserve to eat and drink. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. READ THAT AGAIN. I WISH I COULD HUGH YOU RIGHT NOW, SO A VIRTUAL HUG WILL DO. It hurts me to see you’re in pain :( you deserve so much man, don’t let your emotions control you. Don’t let them get the best of you. I love u I love u I love u I love u I love u please don’t go. I am sorry that no one is hearing you, I am sorry no one is noticing that you have lost yourself. I wish I could take your pain away, it hurts me to see the pain in your eyes. I love you trough my words and I mean it. I just want you to stay, hold on a little longer okay? Please? For me.?? I hope you have an awesome day/ morning/ evening/ night. If it’s night for you, go to sleep, I know it’s hard to fall asleep right now but you deserve a good sleep. If you have nightmares, please, don’t let them fight you. If it’s day for you, don’t start it by such sad music, I know it’s impossible to have a good day with such mindset but take baby steps, start by drinking two cups of water in the morning and so on.. You will start building little healthy habits. If it’s evening for you, you’re probably overwhelmed and stressed, I want you to know it’s okay to feel the way you feel. You don’t need to be scared, of course you’re overwhelmed or stressed, I mean who wouldn’t? But it’s important to know that when you feel that way you should do a little self care, such as taking a bath for example? You deserve to feel at ease and relaxed. And if you are somewhere in between I hope you know that you’re stronger than you think, I know you will make it :) Now wipe those tears away and smile for me, you really don’t know much a smile can brighten someone’s day, do you? I hope one day yours will become a genuine one where you don’t need to fake it anymore, because I can’t say this enough, you deserve a good smile and to feel alive. You’re worth more than every fucking cent in this world. Remember crying is not weakness, let it out as much as you can but don’t let the emotion control you by giving up. It’s okay, you’re here, you’re safe, you can let it out. Did anyone asked you, how you are feeling today? If not, how are you really? I don’t think you’re doing good, but you will feel good at one point. Don’t give yourself up. I am sorry you feel misunderstood. But anyone who gets to be with you, doesn’t know how fucking lucky he/ she/ they is :). Enough with beating up yourself for today, okay?! - The stranger that cares about you more than anything. I hope this is enough for you to stay today, tomorrow will be a new day, a new start, let go now. I hope you can stay. This is your sign to stay and treat yourself with love, you deserve it. And in case no one told you today, again, I am so proud of you. I hope you will remember my words :) Until tomorrow, my friend :)

#positivity #love #peace and love #have a wonderful day #you are loved

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batwynn · 4 years

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Update about move and my Patreon:

Hello everyone! Let me start by wishing everyone good health in this, honestly, terrifying time. I hope you are all being as safe as you can be, and that you and your loved ones are able to stay healthy and safe. ❤️

So, as you know I just moved, and thanks to everyone who donated I was able to actually get a truck this time (not a van augh) and while the truck was disgustingly full of mud we have arrived mostly safe and sound. Final bills have somewhat been paid, too, So THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Patreon update:

Patreon doesn’t, uh, allow raffles anymore because gambling and children and such, so I’ll have to name it something like ‘ART TIER THING!’

But I wanted to remind folks that if you have even an extra $1 a month, you get a chance to get a commission at a much lower price than my usual commission prices! ($1-sketch/$5-lineart/black and white/10+-full colored commission)

This coming month also includes a secret art post card, and an Easter art post card! (Voting for the Easter card design(s) will begin this coming week.)

I will also be publishing the next Accidental MerDer comic page on there a week or two early before posting it publicly!

And I’ll be bringing back live-streams for anyone stuck at home who wants to watch me draw, ask art-related questions, or request art during the streams.

(And, as always, thank you all for your support! I also know it’s a rough time right now for everyone, so please don’t feel pressured to join or support me when you’re dealing with your own financial and health hardships. I totally understand that this isn’t a good time, but I do have to try to ask because I’m also in a rough time as well. ; u ; Ilu and be well!)

#patreon artist #artist on tumblr #personal #patreon #update #THANK YOU SO MUCH!#I AM VERY PAIN AND SICK FROM MOVING LOLFML #but also I cant refinance my car because everything is closed #due to virus so Idk what to do #sigh #why did my old car have to die #in Maine where 99.9% of the state has no buses #and most things are an hour away #anyway

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ranposlittle · 4 years

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Can I get a matchup pls? 🌸 (I'm a Pisces, INFP, and type 4? idk my harry potter house ;-;) I'm 21 year old, 5'7" tall woman, that is Bi with a slight preference for guys. I have short wavy/curly hair with bangs and dark brown eyes (and glasses!). I'm a bit shy and sensitive. I enjoy playing video games, watching anime, listening to music, and reading. I'm a bit of a romantic, a bit lazy and sometimes awkward. It takes me a while to open up to others as well! I hope this is enough! Thank u!

I ship you with...

☠️ Dazai Osamu ☠️

As a true Pisces, INFP and a Type 4, you're obviously drawn to Dazai and he's obviously drawn to you, like a moth to a flame.

You're a healer and Dazai is the perfect person for you. You met him and in an instant you knew, the man is awfully broken. Whether you're aware of it or not, all you want to do is to fix him. You want to understand all of his pain and make everything alright. That is because you know how it feels. You are very familiar to the harshness of the world and because of your emphatic nature, you don't wish for anybody else to experience it if you can help it. Pisces are known to be the most sensitive of all the zodiac signs and this makes you very good in understanding people, even enigmatic ones like Dazai.

Despite being a practical and logical person, Dazai is highly intuitive too. Like you, he can also see through people like they're transparent. It only took him a few hours to know what kind of person you are. Although both of you are the ones who don't open up easily and reserve your most authentic thoughts and feelings to people you know very well, the instant connection you felt for each other allowed you to have a deeper conversation. There was some small talk in the beginning, of course. You were shy and polite and Dazai had to lead the discussion but it's not like he minds. He knew how to steer the topics so he'll get to find out things about you that he's curious about. You didn't even notice that you're sharing more information about yourself than you normally do with people you just met. Dazai just made you feel comfortable and safe. Whatever the topic is, he always listens to what you have to say and shares his thoughts as well; an open and supportive exchange of ideas.

Dazai's comedic side was irresistible to you, too. His eccentric humour and odd jokes never fail to make you laugh. You easily got along with him because of his offbeat personality, he's a curious individual and you love it. You value his authenticity and you often get lost in a good conversation with him as he tells you strange stories and talk about things that excites you; anime, movies, books and music. He's pretty knowledgeable about all of them even if you didn't really thought he would be. You even went into an arcade where you spend hours on end playing different games and Dazai was just surprisingly good at it. You enjoy every minute spent with him as your perspective of his personality widen and you explore the universe that's Dazai's mind.

The more you delved into his world, the more you understood that Dazai has a part of himself that goes deeper, a part of him that's hidden away in the dark. You can feel it, you can see it on his eyes and you weren't entirely shock when you heard about Dazai's past. You're accepting and nonjudgmental so it wasn't hard for Dazai to feel secure in telling you his truth, if anything, he thinks you deserve to know. You're so compassionate and caring towards him and he just know that you'll understand. You wrapped him in a warm embrace after he shared that part of himself with you and then, you thanked him for telling you and that you're sorry that it happened to him. You're sorry that the world made him suffer in such a young age and you're sorry that you can't do anything about it. If only you could go back in time and protect him from everything, you would. You hugged him tighter as you wish that your warmth will somehow glue his broken pieces back together. Dazai melted in to your arms and felt flowers grew on an empty part of his being.

Although Dazai greatly appreciates your affection and love, he knows you'll want to take on all of his problems for him once you knew about it. That's just how you are. He wouldn't allow you to, though. Dazai assures you that he can handle it, flexing his arms to show you how strong he is. You smiled but the worried look on your eyes is still there so he turned a bit more serious to let you know that those experiences he had that messed him up is also the same reason why he's strong now. Without those things happening to him, he wouldn't have found a reason for his existence and he wouldn't have found you. Dazai assured you that he's definitely out of the dark now and that if ever he trips and would be in need of your sensual healing, he'll let you know. You hit his shoulder lightly for making a joke in the middle of a serious topic before he hugged you, thanking you for your love and promising you that he's okay.

What Dazai really love about you is your inner strength. Though you maybe timid and soft, you're not weak. When boundaries are crossed, you're not afraid to stand up for yourself and especially for the people that you love. You're also unwavering with your beliefs and values. You decide for yourself what seems right and doesn't let outside opinions change your views if it doesn't resonate with you. Individualism is important to you and that often leads you to a lonely road but as long as you stay true to yourself, it doesn't really matter. You're constantly looking for ways to improve yourself and cheer on other's personal growth. Dazai's heart just want to overflow with adoration whenever he sees this side of you. How someone as gentle as you can also be so strong is a motivation for him to keep fighting for the things that matters to him. You're just such a beacon of light in Dazai's dim life.

Overall, I think you'll be the perfect blend together because Dazai, despite his bitter past, can be a healthy partner for you. He's strong and positive enough to not let you lose your identity as you take care of him. He'll constantly encourage you to take more care of yourself above anyone else. His weird behavior also adds a lot of fun in the relationship and you can spend your lazy days on the couch, playing video games and just messing around with each other. When Dazai sees you getting pouty whenever you lose a round though, he'll pull some act to actually let you win. He'll just laugh and praise you when you rub it on his face. Sometimes, he'll even steal your glasses and wear them when he wants you to pay attention to him. He'll run around making girlish giggles as you chase him down, screaming at him that you can't see. He'll return them after you've given him enough attention, don't worry. You'll have tons of fun together all the while having a very intimate and deep relationship. One moment you're being silly like children, the next you're cuddled up outside and stargazing while Dazai run his fingers on the waves of your hair. You'll be one of those couples that can just feel the other even if you're miles away. And even if Dazai isn't as into mysticism as you probably are, he also believes that you're meant to be. Destiny or some other unseen force brought you together for a good reason and it's to make life more magical for the both of you. He's not sure yet if he truly believes in heaven but being with you convinces him a little bit more that it's probably true.

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Thank you for dropping by, anon! You know what, anon, I think we'll get along. I'm an INFP too and I also have Pisces in me bcos I'm a cusp. That's probably why I get a bit carried away and made this a bit too long hehe anyways, I hope this will make you happy and stay awesome! Here's a song from Dazai to youuu~ (･ω･)つ

#osamu dazai #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #bad dazai #bungou stray dogs scenarios #bungou stray dogs imagine #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd scenarios #bsd hcs #bsd imagines #bsd headcanons #matchup #bsd matchup #dazaimw

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imaginewithmgk · 5 years

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you’re my friend and i care about you

prompt; “you’re my friend and i care about you.”

summary: y/n is having a really hard time sleeping because of her responsibilites. colson realises and comforts her so she can feel better. incorporates ideas from @overdramaticdepressedteen: "The reader is sick ( with the flu or sth else) and Colson is taking care of her and it's all soft and fluffy but Colson ends up being sick too”

word count: 1,577

warnings: none

Y/N’s P.O.V.

You couldn’t recall the last time you had properly slept, let alone simply relaxed, and this worried you. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had slept at all, it must have been at least 48 hours ago. Surely, monstrous dark circles had taken their place under your weak eyes. You were craving a break mentally and physically, your body ached with every movement but your job and schooling wouldn’t allow it. A break would only ensure failure. But you knew that you could get through this, that you were strong enough, you just needed something to remind you of that. That’s where Colson came in.

You got along with him, he was a good friend but nothing more. Both of your actions contributed to this, both living in a shell and blocking anyone from getting close. Feelings get in the way of everything. But even though it was rare, sometimes, just sometimes… he would let you in and you got a taste of the real Colson.

You sighed as you kicked off your uncomfortable work shoes and disgusting jacket that your employers deemed appropriate for your job, although it was the ugliest thing you had ever seen and you swear, drove customers away. Both found their own place in the corner, I’ll clean that up later, you thought but you secretly knew it wouldn’t happen until completely necessary. Your room was your safe space, the only place you could hide and calm down in.

Sleep became your number one priority as soon as you arrived home but one thing was stopping you from doing so, you needed to shower and quickly go over what you were currently learning. In order to stay up to date, an hour or two of examining a boring book was completely necessary. Considering today you seemed to have obtained little to no information at all, or at least ignored the stuff you actually needed to know.

You refrained from screaming when you spotted Colson making himself at home on your couch, scrolling on his phone. He was at your house a lot, you should not be surprised that he chose this night to come over. It started off with him always saying that his home is too crowded and he just wants to relax so you invited him over a few times, then you gave him a key, and now it’s as if your house is a safe haven for him. A secret little paradise. But you don’t mind. You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy his company.

He looked up from his vigorous reading, “You alright there?” He asked, adding a deep chuckle to the end. “Sorry,” You breath out and nod. Colson chuckles once more and points at a free spot next to him, “Sit.”

You found it funny that he made out like this wasn’t actually your house and he instead allowed you to remain in his presence. You would have reacted to this, had you not been as tired as you are.

“I can’t, sorry. I have to have a quick shower and then continue with my studies,” You paused. “What are you looking at on your phone that has you so focused?” “I was just got off facetime with Casie, now I’m scrolling through Instagram.” Oh, how you loved his relationship with Casie. “How is she?” “Sit and I might just tell you about her,” He said which made you roll your eyes. “Colson, I can’t. Believe me, I want to but I really can’t,” He smirked at this. “Give yourself a break. You seem stressed,” “Well, I am, genius!” You laughed. He was being generous, you didn’t look stressed, you looked dead. I suppose five minutes couldn’t hurt, you thought as you sighed and practically fell onto the comfy couch, right next to him. You leaned back, ready to fall asleep then and there but your conscience wouldn’t allow you. Instead, you sat up and crossed your legs so you were facing Colson. “You’re doing too much,” He mumbled as he put his phone down on the table to meet your sleepy eyes. “You have no idea,” But he did. Of course, he knew what you were going through. One thing you had learned about Colson was how perceptive he could be, he seemed to always know how you felt and how to find a solution, temporary or not. But that didn’t scare you, what scared you was that he was alright right and at this moment, he was right once more about you doing too much. You couldn’t handle anymore. Despite going through his own things and dealing with his own stresses, he was here now. Detaching himself from everything, you secretly knew he came over to not only relax but to look after you as well. He always tossed everything away when you needed him.

You broke through your own thoughts, focusing on his dirty blond hair and enchanting blue gaze. You said nothing until your mouth opened before your brain could catch up, keeping your eyes on his gorgeous locks. “I wonder what you would look like with a few braids in your hair,” Shit, apparently being tired was worse than being drunk. You can’t believe you just said that. Colson furrowed his eyebrows with utter dismay. “Sorry, stupid thought. I just really like your hair, I guess.” I’ve always wanted to brush it and play with it, but would he let you? You used to do it with your dolls and figurines when you were a child, it always calmed you down when you were upset.

Slowly, the young man shook his head, clearly amused. “You’re lucky I like you,” “Is that a yes?” You grinned. He hummed in an affirmative tone and rolled his eyes when you jumped like you were filled with energy, like you had been fully rested and mentally okay. You ran to grab your hairbrush from the bathroom. He must really treasure your friendship, trust you even. “When was the last time you slept, babe?” He asked when you returned, holding your hairbrush excitedly. You ushered him to turn around, which he did. And then you leaned back into a comfortable position, pulling him with you as he sighed in defeat. You had hardly ever experienced this side of him, maybe once or twice. He was always either closed off and icy or covering his feelings with humour. At this moment, he was open and possibly… vulnerable? I could get used to this, even if the reason for his current actions was him pitying your current state. “I’m not really sure,” You gave a faint smile and brushed your fingers through his hair. It was short on the sides and back as per usual but instead of being dyed and dead, it was healthy. It was his natural colour too. The curls he tried so hard to hide were fighting to show off their beauty. His hair was much softer than it looked, not greasy or dry. You brought the brush up to his head and began brushing lazily, the sound and feeling instantly calming you down. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” You actually giggled this time. “But you’re my friend and I care about you. So I suppose it’s okay.”

You smiled and continued brushing through his hair, switching between the actual brush and your fingers. You snatched three strands of hair and braided it carefully. This continued until there were random braids all over his head. Surprisingly, you did quite a good job and it actually looked decent.

You were almost disappointed when you finished. Instead, you took out most of the braids except for one that you let hang at the front of his head. You sigh and began running just your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. He groaned, or moaned? You weren’t too sure. His eyes widened at the realisation, freezing in his moment of utter vulnerability. “Do you want me to continue?” You whispered. No answer. Eventually, he said something, “Please do.” You smiled at his response and his almost immediate relaxation into your touch. The silence was anything but awkward, it was pleasant and reassuring. You listened to his even breathing, something to fall asleep to. You flinched when you came back down to earth and noticed your tired eyes drooping every few seconds but you fought against slumber with everything in you. But he noticed. Reluctantly, he turned you both around so he was the one with his back against the couch, forcing you to remove your happy hands from his soft hair. “You need sleep,” He said strictly. You frantically shook your head. “I have so much to do, there’s no time.” “Don’t force me to make you, Y/N.” He shot back. It surprised you, startled you. How would he make me? You wondered. Your thoughts were interrupted by him reaching for a blanket at the end of the couch. “Lie down. Please.” He said gently. You were so tired so you did as he said. All feeling of resistance melted away as you leant against his chest. You smiled weakly, he really did like you. He really did care. You yawned as he draped your entire body in the warm blanket.

Within a minute, you were asleep. The last thing you felt was the tender touch of lips on your temple.

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When things get back to normal...

I am not gonna lie, in almost a month of our Enhanced Community Quarantine I can’t help but sometimes feel drained, anxious and stressed out. Imagine just staying at home almost 24/7 (when you ain’t out for some grocery run) Not having the usual work-life-balance I usually give myself in and outside my home. It drains me. It consumes me. My thoughts. My temper. My mood. Everything.

Everyone is fighting their own battles through this whole pandemic journey.

Personally for me, I cannot go out, I can’t see my family, the B, my DOGS, my friends. Everyone. In the middle of working at home I would sometimes just cry and have minor internal breakdowns. The thought of many people grieving for their lost loved ones because of this virus, shatters my heart. Plus thinking about the crisis and lack of help that our front liners and homeless people deserves, drives me crazy.

Last night, after hours of over-thinking.. I told myself I needed a break. A break from anyone and anything that would run through my head. I just want to sleep and reset my brain and heart that already had too much of everything that has been going on.

After realizing how I needed to acknowledge all these emotions, I watched The Feast’s Recollection Day 3 on Facebook. I was seeking to hear God's goodness to guide me back in my track and truly after, I felt blessed and renewed. There will always be dark days for us but I realized (after watching the reflection and testimonials) that when there is suffering, uncertainty and anxiety in my life.. it gives me one step closer to my Saviour, Jesus Christ. I never forget to glorify him and thank him for his grace whenever I am at my joyful moments but deep down I think I haven’t done enough. So that is why I think God allows this to happen and sometimes uses people, places and scenarios to remind me that HE is here. That I need to have a constant relationship with him and I need to continue to serve him to receive his grace.

When things go well, God is good.

When things do not go well, still God is good because soon you will see his goodness.

Brother Dreus Cosio

I can’t imagine how many people now question God through this crisis. It is a very sad reality that some can’t help but feel. So I want to take this moment and write down my pure thoughts and emotions about all this catastrophe. Knowing that I am a bit struggling emotionally and spiritually as well, I want to remind myself that I have a God who is in control of everything.

To strengthen my faith about God’s Faithfulness in my life I wrote down 5 things I am most grateful for right now (during quarantine):

1. The B - A loving boyfriend who would have to endure all my breakdowns and would just calmly ask me to not think too much. It might sound too boring for some but this helps. It helps big time. It helps when someone is there for you to listen and who constantly tries his best to just.... be there. Being there is enough actually. Many times I don’t even need any of his advice. I just need him. His presence that keeps me sane.

2. Forever Folks - A complete, healthy and loving family. We might not be physically together but I will always feel blessed to feel God’s grace and love through my family. We do video calls almost every night. We get united through prayer time and kalokohan videos. heehee

3. My work - I am thankful to continue to do (work from home) even during this helpless time. I love my job. It gives me enough resources for myself, my family and to at least give a few help to the less fortunate.

4. Time - As funny it may sound, I am now learning how to cook at the age of 26 years old. (Who are u, Dindin? lol) Last night I realized *cooking* might be my outlet these days due to the anxiety this lockdown is giving me. I couldn’t be more grateful though for I consider this an unexpected blessing too. I never realized I would actually like the idea of cooking to begin with. :D

5. Shelter and Protection - I am thankful to have a home in Manila near my brother and I’s offices. I am thankful how we are being kept safe and healthy despite the pandemic. I am so blessed to BE with my brother, Ryan. I literally cannot live alone here during this time. So I am praising the Lord for giving me someone who could be my companion and would eat all experimental dishes. char!

If anyone reading this feels all these sort of mental and emotional stress.. I want to let you know that God allowed you to see this blog post for a reason. By staying at home may you find time to also list down 5 reasons to be grateful for this quarantine. I hope by doing so it would lead you also to a deeper understanding about everything that is happening right now.

Our Faitjful God has Risen! Happy Easter everyone.

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Crush It - chapter 8

This story started with the prompt: “You’re my crush’s sibling and I started dating you to piss off my crush and make them jealous enough to confess feelings for me, except you’re actually really sweet and awesome and I think I might like you better, and I don’t know what to do now that my plan seems to have worked.”

An Everlark Summer College AU. Huge thank you to my Beta, the legend, my personal friend @katnissdoesnotfollowback who this story was written for. Her advice and incites are invaluable. When I was discouraged she nudged me and motivated me. Also shout out to my new friend @butrfac14 for pre-reading this. And thank you to the talented @akai-echo for this beautiful banner!!

Rated: M or maybe E for dream smut and future Everlark steaminess.

Read it here on Ao3 or

As I drive home in a figurative fog, the emotions I've been repressing have clouded to the surface, a storm builds inside me. Echoing how I feel in unexpected solidarity, light water droplets pepper my windshield. When I first formulated my plan, I planned to date Peeta, casually, so as not to hurt anyone… and it seems I've hurt everyone, especially myself.

Lightning flashes as the song playing on the car radio croons on about a crush, of all things. The sound is vaguely familiar. Though I haven't sung a note since my dad passed years ago I find myself humming along.

The lyrics express the exciting hesitant eye contact, the sighing, the blushing, the curiosity and want for more. That's how I felt about Rye. An emotional reaction. A fleeting thrill. We were both interested in the other's attention. What it did to boost the other's ego. It felt good, exciting. Temporary.

The cold reality washes over me.

As the radio shifts to a song with more depth, a raspy voice confesses a deeper love.

The damn inside me breaks.

Tears roll down my cheeks and I'm forced to sort out my feelings.

Peeta and I looked out for each other. Had our own lives, our own interests. We confided in each other, opened up about real things and shared hardships in our past. He paid attention to the things I cared about, and what would fit into my busy life as well as his own. We looked out for each other. There was a healthy give and take. It seemed to come so naturally. We just fit. Whether consciously or unconsciously, I was slowly falling, with each caress, embrace, hand squeeze. In our comfortable silences. We were living life together side by side. A unified front.

I do have some lingering questions that confuse me. How much of it was Peeta merely playing along to help me make Rye jealous? How much of it was real?

I started to hope the things were real for him. The things he said the night he fought with Rye might have meant...but now I don’t know. He could have said those things in defense of a friend. Maybe I heard it all wrong.

The beautiful melody and lyrics prompt a memory I’ve tucked deep in my heart for safe keeping, I remember my father's face.

His dark hair hung over his forehead and eyebrows, knitted in concern or concentration, his jaw clenched and eyes squinted. Then my mother seemed to float by, a flutter of silky flowing golden hair and creamy pale skin. She wrapped her arms around my father and murmured sweet reassurances in his ear. His steely gray eyes softened and seemed to sparkle as his whole expression loosened all tension. His shoulders relaxed and his strong arms wrapped around my mother. He held her tightly as if she was giving him strength, re-energizing him. He sighed and swayed with my mother in his embrace to the music.

Then, as if he was actually in the car, a voice over the radio becomes my father's singing voice to my ears. Painting beauty in my mind's eye, a deep rolling vibrato rumbling in my chest, resonating out and swirling through the car back to me. A precious sound I treasure and keep locked away. Conjuring up the memory of the look in his eyes, the unmistakable expression of love on his face when he would sing to mother.

Sweet moments with Peeta Mellark come flooding back. There's a big difference between a crush and the way that Peeta has deeply rooted himself within me. I gasp when I finally recognize the sound I barely recognize myself. It's my own voice echoing back to me.

I hate to cry, but for some reason I don’t fight it. I let the tears fall and as if I willed it to, the light tapping of the rain on the car increases and pours down. Lighting flashes again, the thunder roars, and rumbles deep in my chest, drowning out my sobbing.

It's almost cathartic, the earth and I are in agreement. Crying out together, alone.

I revved the engine, water splashing, lightning flashing. A hazy watercolor scene of blues, grays and flickers of blinding bright lightning.

I make a split second decision and u-turn, gunning my car back to the bakery. Back to Peeta.

I have to tell him.

I screech to a halt, bolt out of car and feel the water soak my clothes, but somehow I don’t feel cold. I feel red hot. I sprint through the metallic and glass bakery doors. I’m flooded with hope at the sight of Peeta’s smiling face. I speak the words in my heart. The muted and muddled colors seem to pale and gray around me. His blue eyes look pained as his brows raise and lets me down gently. He was helping me make Rye jealous.

He only ever saw me as a friend.

Nothing more.

I turn over and gasp for air, then bury my face in my pillow and scream. I’ve had this dream a few times now. It seems to start out with true events, driving in the rain through tears as the radio plays.

I never turned around that day, but I dream of the ‘what if.’ What I find through the bakery door changes with each dream. I find Peeta kissing the blond he was with, I find him angry with me, and one instance that I cherish, he runs out before I reach the doors and kisses me in the rain.

It's Monday morning, or is it afternoon? I stand, rub my eyes and study the clock. I would normally be late for my second job by now.

As if life would ever relent in the roller coaster that this summer has been, last week my fatigue and an itchy throat came at me full force. My mom urged me to get checked out, and sure enough, the blood test came back positive: mononucleosis.

I was forced to quit my second job because of exhaustion. The fall semester is approaching, so I convinced Sae to keep me on the schedule at the diner, even if all I can do is four hours shifts, and then rush home to collapse into bed. She instructed me to wash my hands every chance I can and keep my mouth shut as much as possible. “I'm sure that will be difficult, I’m known to be so warm and talkative, Sae.” I rolled my eyes and then shrieked as Sae snapped her towel at me for my sass.

Adding insult to injury, Gale's various texts informed me that Rye was also bedridden with mono. Another reminder of the kisses we shared. I collapse in a heap on my bed and sigh into my pillow.

My days and nights are so mixed up. I've barely left the bed on days that I'm not scheduled to work. I'm fatigued all the time and pathetically weak. I hate being weak.

My eyelids grow heavy. In a sleepy daze, I distantly hear the rattling of the loose front door knob. Prim cheerfully greets someone at the door and eventually two muffled voices echo from the kitchen. The deep timbre I hear almost sounds like Peeta's, but that can't be right. “I love his warm laugh,” I mumble to my empty room as I drift back to unconsciousness.

As I feel a blanket being tugged over my body and a kiss planted on my cheek with a brush of stubble, I smell baked bread and a manly scent that bring me warm feelings. I grip the soft cotton fabric tightly and beg for the feeling, the sensation of home to stay. I feel moisture escape one of my eyes.

I hear a raspy whispered reply and I'm engulfed in a haze of warmth, sweet aromas and a sense of belonging.

I drift off in a blissful sleep thinking of deep blue eyes and orange sunsets.

I wake and it seems to be the middle of the day. I look next to me and muse, “I love dreams when I find myself wrapped in Peeta's arms.”

I gently reach for his hair and sink my fingers into the soft blond waves. I remember noticing these ashy blond strands in a couple of college courses we shared, and I couldn't help noticing the way his biceps protruded when he would stretch. I kept thinking he was out of my league, and I was right. I gently scratch at his scalp and study his profile through weary eyes.

“I do too.” He sighs, slowly opens his eyes, he tightens his hold on me, and snuggles a little closer into my chest.

My breaths becomes out heavier, my heart beats a little faster. I relish in the feeling of Peeta's body against mine.

“We need to eat. I'll make dinner soon.” I mumble.

“Not too soon alright?” His voice has a husky sleepy quality. His kind eyes meet mine and plead with sincerity, “Just let me take care of you for awhile.” I nod with a small smile.

This is such a nice dream. I feel so warm inside. Cocooned safely, wrapped in hope and light.

“I'll wake up any minute and he’ll be gone. He won't be mine. I’ll wake up alone and cold,” I think. The agony and longing in my heart causes me to wrap tighter around him.

“I'm so tired, Peeta.” I trail kisses across his jaw and whisper secrets in his ear. Words of longing. I confess that I think of him all the time and keep dreaming about him. I even blurt out that I was thinking about him when Rye kissed me, wishing it were Peeta instead.

“Every love song on the radio is about you.” I hum a tune, and sing the melody softly. He looks at me with surprise, happiness and opens his mouth to say something but closes it, looking curious, but almost afraid to say anything. Peeta sighs and holds me tighter.

I whisper, “I know I don't deserve you.” A tear slips down my cheek. All words I would never be brave enough to speak face to face to a living breathing non-dream Peeta. More tears seem to prick my eyes as I bury my face into his neck and inhale his scent, sweet bread and dill from baked goods.

“I'm sorry I ruined it Peeta, I'm sorry for everything.” I admit pathetically, and I drift back to sleep.

I turn over and open one eye. I'm alone, as expected. I wrap a blanket around myself to follow the banging pots and chopping noises in the kitchen. Prim’s happy chatter causes me to search the clock, 5pm. I squint. Does mom have a short shift today?

Two blond heads are bent down chopping vegetables and chatting in our tiny kitchen.

I do a double take because the second head is taller, and much broader than my mother.

I think I know why Peeta's here: I'm in trouble!!

I slap a hand over my forehead, “It's Monday isn't? I'm sorry Peeta! I didn't mean to bail on our hiking plans.” I grit my teeth and cover my eyes. Of course I'm already ruining our fragile newly established friendship.

Prim laughs, “Katniss that was hours and hours ago. I told him how exhausted you've been and,” she smiles at me with mischief in her eyes, “how much nicer you are lately. You don't scowl as much! You're just sweet and pitifully tired.”

If I had more energy I would say something sarcastic, or at least make a face. Instead I just slump in a chair at the kitchen table wrapped in my blanket.

Prim smiles at me and tells me Peeta had her practice driving in an empty parking lot, he taught her how to parallel park. She's so excited to get her licence soon. She casually mumbles something about groceries.

“That's nice.” I remark as my head lobs forward. I give up, holding my head up is far too much work. I rest it in the crook of my arm on the table. Stifled laughter follows.

The laughing might be about me but I don't have the energy to care.

“Do you need anything for your throat?” Prim asks me, I open one eye to look at my amused sister with sweet baby blue eyes. “We picked up lozenges for you.”

I bob my head and close my eyes, just for a moment...

I turn and find myself wrapped in steady arms. I burrow in and inhale the calming scent.

I’m gently placed on my bed and my arms wrap around Peeta, I look up at him with blurry eyes. Things I want to ask him, things that I want to say linger heavy in my chest.

Why are you still here? Why are you taking care of me?

And of course the guilt.

I’m sorry.

His blue eyes twinkle as he looks at me, a crooked smile on his face.

I’m sorry I kissed Rye.

He motions to pull away and I shake my head and cling to him. “Just-- Will you talk to me?” I ask in a small voice. I shift and pull him to me, he groans but relents and shifts beside me.

We lay beside each other in silence, all my thoughts bubble and boil to the surface until I just blurt it out all at once “I didn’t do that on purpose, that wasn’t my plan to, er--” I sigh and try again, “I kissed Rye and it was a mistake. I didn’t… It didn’t…” I lower my head and hold my face in my hands with a discouraged sigh. I feel Peeta’s comforting hand lightly rub my back in circles.

“Katniss, it worked. Rye was jealous and he stopped stringing you along and admitted he liked you. He stepped it up because you reacted tactically, you faked left and gained the edge and you had him in a half Nelson-- exposing but not pinning. Most girls would go in for the take down, once they have him, they pin him…”

I shake my head and blink a few times. “What?”

Peeta sighs, shakes his head, scratches under his jaw and tries to explain again. “I already talked to Rye, I know you don’t want to be with him. You got close enough to know that he isn’t right for you. Thanks for putting my brother in his place. I think he needed that lesson,” he smiles sadly, “and I got to know you.” Peeta squeezes my hand and lets it fall.

“You say things when you’re tired. I don’t always know what’s real and what isn’t, but I’ll find out,” he whispers and I stare at a spot on the wall as my mind races, trying to imagine what that means. Did he hear me talk about my dad? Did I talk about Peeta in my dream about him?

“Don’t worry about it now, okay?” he says. I nod and stretch out, so that we're both lying in my bed facing the ceiling, and Peeta pipes up, “So tell me the story of how you won Lady the goat for Prim?”

His blue eyes are intent to listen, as I start in with how excited Prim was to see the goat at the fair. Peeta takes my hand in his and playfully draws shapes on my palm that make me... Well, warm, relaxed, and nervous I guess? Because it's hard not to concentrate on the gentle caresses across my palm.

“...and I looked at the target and thought, ‘well that can't be too hard.’ Sure enough, Gale would have scoffed at my so-called-competition. I basically had none. I found a pink ribbon at another booth for the goat to wear before I showed my sister. The best part was the look on Prim’s face.” Peeta’s blue gaze meets mine and my heart skips a beat. I bite my lip and attempt to divert the conversation.

“I knew that goat could be a gold mine, you can make a killing with goat milk at the farmers market. We've done pretty well.”

“Right, and it had nothing to do with how much you love your sister and her happiness?” Peeta asks in a teasing tone, his eyes gleam.

His fingers continue to trace each of mine and with gentle strokes in soft slow movements. I'm nearly taken adrift, lost in the sensation. I find my eyelids growing heavy, gently lulled to sleep. The kisses on my cheek slightly tickle.

I barely breathe out the word “Stay.” A pathetically vulnerable plea, but I just want him with me. I feel like everything is going to be alright with him near.

His sexy breathy voice does things to my insides that make me squirm and breathe heavier, “Always.”

His warm plush lips land on my cheeks. I feel his lips reach below my ear, then linger on my neck, a hum trembles deep in my throat. “That's not a friend thing to do.” I mumble, though I can't fight the tug of a smile I feel on my cheeks.

“Huh?” he asks, all too innocently and kisses my neck again.

“In the bakery, you said we were just friends.” I murmur drowsily.

“Friends, for now.” Peeta whispers just before I'm taken under the heavy nothingness that is a sound deep sleep, wrapped in safety and warmth.

“I just don't know why Peeta would want me to go to the zoo with his sister-in-law and nephews Saturday.”

Prim looks at me like I'm an idiot and throws a kernel of popcorn at me. I wince, turn my head and laugh.

“Why would he come by almost all week, knowing you would be a walking zombie, just to be with you?” she asks.

“I don't know, maybe he feels like he owes me because I helped him when he had a concussion?” I answer, frustrated.

“Katniss, you're oblivious sometimes, but not this bad. What's your real deal here?”

“Don't know, I'm scared? This is nothing like the way I felt about Rye, or any other guy for that matter. I think he's seeing a beautiful blond, and Rye did tell me Peeta had a silver tongue.” I huff, I’m getting frustrated and exhausting myself by over thinking.

“Did you ask him if he was seeing someone else?” She asks, her eyes twinkle in a way that tell me she finds my frustration funny.

I sigh and shake my head.

“And he's an amazing guy, I'm selfish, impulsive, brash…” I trail off and don't admit my fears about it not being real, he’s so kind to everyone. That doesn’t mean he feels the same.

We gather the popcorn bowls and set them on the coffee table, and then pile pillows in spots where people might want to lounge on the floor for our movie, because we only have one couch and a chair in our small living room.

“And what if those are things he wants? You're fierce, assertive, protective of those you love, and you jump at the chance to do what is right. Plus, you're beautiful, his eyes follow you when you're not looking.”

I start shaking my head because Peeta doesn't feel that way, and I'm plain looking. But those kisses on my neck and his words, “For now…”

Prim looks at me seriously, “He's so in tune with you, Katniss. He knew just what you needed when he planned this movie night!”

The bell rings and at the door I'm met with Finnick, Annie, Gale, Madge, and Peeta's smiling faces.

“We brought Pizzas!” Finnick announces, holding the hot boxes above his head as if dramatically bestowing a gift. Annie rolls her eyes and steps in to hug me and place the boxes on the counter.

Peeta has a way of making everyone feel comfortable in a group. The way his eyes crinkle in a genuine smile and how humor and hidden genuine compliments just roll off his tongue he makes everyone feel appreciated and keeps the conversation flowing without dominating it.

I made it halfway way through the movie before my eyelids felt too heavy. My head started to nod, as I fought to keep eyes open.

Peeta opened his arms I started to slump towards him and snuggled into his warm soft sweatshirt. Enjoying his comforting scent and the safe feeling of his arms wrapped around me as my eyes slid shut.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #savvylark writes #crush it #peeta and katniss #with a rye crust #there are no Ryes in this chapter #summer college au #college au #summer lovin #had me a blast #mononucleosis #the kissing desease

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theincompetentgenius · 5 years

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hi ! could i request a life generator for ikerev please ? im v shy when i first meet people but v outgoing once we’re friends! i have a great sense of humour n im generally quite sarcastic ppl can never tell if i mean what im saying. im v protective n affectionate of ppl im close to & i absolutely adore sweets & animals ! my friends say im vv smart bc i never study and get good grades. i like learning new languages & i pick skills up v quickly ! in my free time i prefer to spend time alone (1)

Omg I’m SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG. I wanted to give this one some time so that it didn’t feel rushed but I never found the perfect time to start. So I hope this was good enough!

Thank you for your interest in the world of Dangerous Fellows. You will be reborn shortly. The simulation will start in 3…….. 2…… 1……..

B A C K G R O U N D

You stood in front of the mirror, placing the gold graduation cap on your head. It was a bittersweet moment-- you were happy to leave college, but you would miss the experiences that came with it.

At 22 years old, you held a 3.9 GPA while taking the most challenging courses and leading some of the most successful clubs at a high-tier university. Despite all your responsibilities, you managed to read your favorite books and watch the best television shows. In the end, you always balanced your time to get the most for the least amount of time. But it would all come to an end today because you were going to graduate.

You left your dorm, calling you family to let them know that you were on your way to meet them. They were ecstatic to see you after four years of separation (despite meetings during breaks). Suddenly, a small white rabbit trotted down your path. It limped. Something tugged at your chest as you watched the rabbit stumble through the grass. Although it was injured, it wouldn’t stop running towards the flower field. It clearly wanted to be there.

“Don’t strain yourself. I’ll help you.” You scooped the rabbit in the palm of your hands and walked to the field. The rabbit squeaked, but you assumed it was aimless chatter.

Once you arrived at the flower bed, you placed the rabbit onto the grass.

“Goodbye, I hope you find your way.”

Its beady eyes followed as you stepped in the direction you had come from. As you walked, your foot collided with a large rock. You fell over as all your weight had been shifted to the injured leg. Although you braced yourself for the soft grass, your body never hit the ground. Instead, the wind rushed to your face and your hair flew in different directions. Once you opened your eyes, you realized that you were falling from the sky.

F R I E N D

Kyle Ash

The next set of events all happened in a blur. You landed in the arms of the Black Army King, somehow encountered and angered the red army, found out that you held magic-repellant properties, and were stuck here until the next full moon. Currently, you were wondering in the middle of a dimly-lit alleyway. It was a lot to take in.

However, you had injured your foot. It seemed that the rabbit had transferred his limp over to you, making you wonder if you could’ve avoided the whole mess if you had ignored the rabbit. You stomped your foot to assess the pain. All was well until a painful tingle crawled up your toes. The sudden pain caused you to stumble. It wasn’t terrible, but you hadn’t expected it to hurt that much.

“You alright there?”

You hopped around, trying to keep your toes in the air. The 7 of Hearts, Kyle Ash, stood at the ends of the alleyway.

“Yeah, I’m good,” You waved him off. But your hopping and pained smile gave it away.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to drag you to the Red Army. I just want to see your injury and make sure it’s nothing too serious.”

“I don’t have any reason to be suspicious of you. It’s not like the King, Queen, and Jack of the Red Army were trying to cut my head off earlier.”

Kyle shrugged. “That’s their duty. But my duty as the doctor is to ensure that everyone is safe and healthy. It doesn’t matter who you are or where you’re from.”

After a moment of debating in your head, you realize that it would be difficult to continue walking with your pained toes. You peel off your shoes. The toes were swollen with large bumps of redness. Kyle stepped closer, inspecting the shape of each toe. You were uncomfortable with his closeness, but he didn’t notice.

“You have some bruising, but nothing seems broken. However, you can come with me to the Red Army to get that double-checked.”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

Other friends: Fenrir Godspeed, Zero

L O V E R

Edgar Bright

As you limped around the street, you realized that you needed a permanent place to stay. Your instinct was to find the Black Army. Ever since you arrived, they had been extremely kind and supportive of you. Besides, their protection ensured that the Red Army wouldn’t be able to harm you. You wandered around, looking for anyone who could guide you to the Black Army, but the streets were empty. Only the rustling trees kept you company.

“You look a little lost,” A soft voice spoke.

You jumped and turned around. It was the Jack of Hearts, who was probably trying to kidnap you. You thought about running, but your bruised toes pulsed in pain, reminding you that you were in no position to run.

He took a step closer. His right hand was stretched outwards while his left hand gripped his crested sword. The moonlight illuminated half of his face in a soft glow, while the other half was engulfed by the shadows of the night. Although there was a smile on his face, there was something wrong with it. Angelic but sinister.

“Do you need some help? I can show you the way back,” Edgar said.

You decided to talk. There was nothing else you could do but delay the inevitable.

“Actually, I do. Would you mind reopening the portal to another universe and send me back home? That way you guys don’t have to worry about me destroying the Red Army and I won’t have to worry about an army trying to kill me.”

“Is that how you got here Alice? Well, I suppose I could see if the King of Hearts could arrange that. Although we could provide you with a place to stay for the time being.”

You looked around. Although you couldn’t see anything, you were sure that there were soldiers stationed at every corner. It was the only thing keeping you from limping your way out of the town.

“Right. As if you guys aren’t going to lock me in a dungeon and torture me.”

Edgar’s smile widens. “I can’t guarantee that.”

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

F A T E

After Edgar brought you into the Red Army, you tried to run away twice. However, it was none other than Edgar himself who had caught you each time. While he never told anyone about your attempts, you were always worried that he’d tell someone. So you’d try your best to appear as likable towards him as possible. But as time went on, your facade turned into a genuine friendship and romantic feelings.

You ended up working with Kyle at the infirmary. Your sharp skills and quick thinking made you a perfect candidate for helping out the Red Army’s doctor (although Edgar thought you would make an excellent swordswoman). At first, it was difficult dealing with the goriness, but you learned to adapt to stressful situations. With practice and time, you became known for your work as Kyle’s assistant.

When the full moon came around, you were placed with a difficult decision. Although you had grown to love the Cradle, you know that the real world had endless opportunities for you. You hadn’t worked so hard to be the best student at your college just to throw it away for a few magical men, so you asked the Red Army to send you back. Edgar decided to escort you there as his final goodbye.

As you stood in front of the portal, your old memories rushed back to you. Laughter with your friends, smiles with your family, and the excitement of your upcoming graduation. But when you turned back to say goodbye to Edgar, your mouth wouldn’t open. There were just as many wonderful memories with him. If you turned your back on him, this would be the end of it all.

So you turned around and ran towards Edgar. You wrapped him in your arms and felt tears rush down your face. The feeling was bittersweet, but you had made up your mind.

You were going to stay.

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