#uhh i was just bored at lecture

[likeprongstostars]

#uhh i was just bored at lecture #so accept my doodle offering #jegulus #regulus black #james potter

[wingedjellyfishflight]

Sexual Harassment Training

Captain Price has a permanent scowl on his face today, it seems. You see him stomping around like a toddler on a rampage at lunch.

"What's got the Captain all bollocksed up? Did I say that, right?" Soap grins, then grimaces as he thinks about it. Standing together, you dump your trays before Soap leads you to the team meeting.

"Ya, doll, that's how you say it. He's like this every year. Mandatory sexual harassment training for everyone this afternoon." You ponder it for a minute.

"Why? Like, it's just something to sit through, right? It isn't like anyone is harassing our team."

He chuckles quietly and answers, "they aren't worried about the likes of me getting harassed, but that we will harass you, Princess." You elbow him and sit next to Ghost, who has saved you as seat per usual.

"Hey Luv, ready to be bored and insulted for a few hours?"

"Are these really that bad, Bruv?"

"They are, Crumpet. They really are."

"Hey! You need to address your coworkers with respect! Nicknames have no place in this organization, Mr..."

"Riley, Lieutenant Riley." Ghost stiffens up in his seat, restrained irritation pouring off of him. The woman from human resources turns toward you.

"Ma'am I have the form here to file a complaint when you feel up to it. No rush."

"Uhh... a complaint?" You stare at her in complete confusion as she brandishes a form at your face.

"Yes, no one should be treated with such disrespect. Talking down to coworkers is frowned upon." Her voice is condescendingly sweet, grating on your last nerve already. You stare at her for a moment before nodding, and Ghost tries to catch your eye, looking shocked.

"Pet... I mean, Sergeant. Do my nicknames make you feel uncomfortable? I will stop if they do. You never said anything, or I wouldn't have..."

"Hmm...? Oh no, but I will be filing a complaint." Turning toward the smirking woman, you ask, "what was your name again? Brenda McMasters? Perfect." You quickly fill out the paperwork before handing it over. She skims it with a smile, then freezes in place as she reads it more closely, her smile falling. She looks up at you, then back at the paper, reading it again and again as the words sink in.

"You- you can't file a complaint on me! I'm the one teaching you about sexual harassment! I'm here to make sure these brutes don't attack you!"

You shrug before responding, "I feel singled out by you due to my gender and your policing of the camaraderie between myself and my teammates. It is making me feel very uncomfortable, Ma'am." Her jaw is hanging open in complete shock.

You stand and turn to the Captain, watching you with a grin on his face at the front of the room. "I don't know if I feel comfortable being taught by someone who is sexist and clearly violating policy, Captain Price. May we request a different lecturer? I know it will mean rescheduling, but I don't think we should be learning about harassment from someone who has a complaint on file."

Captain Price has to smother his grin and bite back laughter at your innocent expression when Brenda turns toward him. "You are right, Sergeant. Ma'am, I will take that complaint and file it. It wouldn't be proper for you to file one on yourself, or it might go missing in transit." He gleefully plucks the paper from her hands and walks out. She follows, looking ill. You can hear her trying to get the Captain to stop and discuss the matter..

You lean on the table with a pleased look. "So, free afternoon, now. Any plans?" The team just stares at you, still processing what happened. You see Ghost staring down at the table and tap his hand. "You alright, Tiger?" He looks up, visibly distressed.

"The nicknames, do they bother you, Sergeant?" He needs to know now. The last thing anyone here wants is to disrespect you.

"Course not. Makes my day. The only things better are cuddling after a long day while we watch movies in the rec room or killing fucks on the field together. HR doesn't know what the fuck they're talking about, Bruv." Turning back to the rest of the team with a grin you say, "How about we sun up on Captain's grass? He won't be back for a bit anyway."

"You're playing with fire, Lamb. We're in."

#ghost cod #captain john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #call of duty

[b3rrymilks]

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 !

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : a cute lil sleepover with your boyfriend miles :)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : <3 this was also requested by anon, so enjoy luv ! (sorry for all the angst on my page rn..💔💔) this is very short due to my mind not being able to cook anything longer up. my minds been a bit all over the place😭😭 sorryyy💔 ART CRED : thokzu on tt

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : miles morales (1610) x reader

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

🕷️ while being conjoined at the hands, you both danced around in the pouring rain. your laughter filled the small space you danced in. miles was a nice change of pace in your life, ever since you’d gotten with him, things have changed for the better.

“you’re so beautiful” miles wasn’t usually the type to get all sappy without nearly having a nervous breakdown. “what did you do?” you replied, squinting and pointing an accusing finger at him. “nothing nothing, i just wanted you to know” miles laughed, watching you happily. this moment was cut short by his mother yelling. “MILES GONZALO MORALES GET INTO THIS HOUSE OR SO HELP ME!” her screams were louder than the rain. somehow.

when you two both walked into the house, rio had placed multiple towels on the floor so the rain wouldn’t get spread all over the floor. “you two—“ her lecture paused as she stared at the both of you. standing there soaked holding eachothers hands. “—get changed before you get sick.” she said, throwing even more towels at you two. “nowwww!” she added, watching you both still standing there, giggling.

what you two didn’t know, was that she watched the entire time as you two danced out in the rain. she found it heartwarming as her and jeff did the dame thing when they were kids.

miles wrapped a towel around you and rubbed it all around, creating friction to warm you up. “well, there’s no taking you home in this rain, my mom would kill me if either of us got sick.” miles spoke, looking around his room for a change of clothes for you. “uhh, here” he handed you one of his large white shirts, and fluffy pajama pants that his mom had bought a dupe of.

miles loved to draw, it was one of his favorite hobbies. he would often sketch you during class, as you would be nearly falling asleep at the boring lesson. no matter where he was or what he was doing he would always find himself drawing you. he had multiple sketchbooks already full, and every 2 pages there was a sketch of you.

there was something about the rain that was calming, making you tired. the rain definitely wasn’t going to let up soon, so you joined miles in his room as he completed his physics homework. he rubbed his temples in confusion. he had missed a few days of class, meaning he was behind in work. “you know it’s a trick question right miles?” you told him, giggling at his frustration. “no it’s not? it’s—“ he paused mid sentence, rereading the question. “no way…” he whispered, looking back at you. your giggling finally got to him, making him grab a pillow from his bed and toss it at you.

“hey HEY! it’s not my fault you missed class” holding the pillow up in defense. “you think it’s so funny hm??” he asked, picking up another larger pillow and threw it at you. loud laughter eventually filled miles’ room as you both began throwing pillows at each other.

his parents sat in the living room, listening to the laughter. “hope he’s done his physics homework.” his father spoke through an exhale, finishing his water. in honestly, they were all glad miles was happy and had someone to hang around with. (tehee.. get it? hang aroun? alr my bad don’t block me pls💔)

“okay okay fine! i’m sorry” you apologized to miles who was still hitting you with the large soft pillow. “i forgive you.. for now” miles spoke before falling onto his bed, pulling you close. his body heat quickly spread between the both of you.

soon the laughter died down, and the rain continued to patter against the window in his room. with slow blinks and miles caressing your face, you slowly fell asleep.

“i love you.” miles whispered pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead, watching your chest rise and fall. “you are a lover boy huh? crazyyyy” his father peeked into his cracked open door. “dad! get—“ lowering his voice, “—get out.” embarrassment quickly setting in. as his father left, he closed the door. “he takes after his father.” he mumbled with a laugh.

#💫 » 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐄’𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ˚ ˛ * 。 #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles g morales #sony spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #fluff #miles x reader #miles gonzalo morales #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x reader

[snoreyua]

₊˚ෆ ⁀➷　come back to me // ep. 3

synopsis : you and riki were childhood best friends doing everything together. when you entered middle school, you overheard him talking shit about you to his so-called friends. out of frustration, you moved schools and cut all contact with him. now starting a new year in high school, what will you do when riki unexpectedly transfers to your school? can you rebuild your friendship or will something much deeper will bloom?

word count : 1k

warnings : angst?? lowercase intended, lmk if i should add anything

yua's notes : y/nki ship ?!?!!? 😍😍

previous masterlist next

story written under the cut

you span your pencil in between your fingers, not paying any attention to your teacher's monotonous lecture. you looked to your side, looking at riki who also seemed bored, his face resting on his arm. your mind traced back to yesterday, the events repeating in your head. the chocolate milk, his awkwardness, the way he ran away after. it felt weird but in a good way. as you daydreamed, riki noticed your gaze on him lingered on him than normal. you quickly turned around, feeling embarrassed. "and y/n! can you answer the question on the board?" the teacher picked at you, an impatient smile on her face as she tapped her foot on the floor. she cocked her head to the side, waiting for you to answer.

the equation on the board was like gibberish, none of it making sense in your head. you panicked, scribbling down random numbers making the best of what you knew. you felt a nudge, your eyes landing on riki again. he swiftly slipped a note to you with the answer. "uhh is the answer 91?" you read off the sticky note, hoping that he had given you the right answer. the teacher looked at you, then looked at riki, staying silent for a while before speaking up. "the answer was 128. looks like you need to pay more attention to my classes," she said disappointed before facing back to the class.

you elbowed riki, glaring at him. "good job genius you're 26 off the answer," you sarcastically congratulated him. he looked at his notes before looking back at you. "actually, it's 37-" you shot daggers at him, almost looking like you wanted to strangle him. "well close enough… you already know that neither of us are good at math," he scratched his head. you ignored him as you folded your arms on the desk, laying your head on top of your makeshift pillow.

as soon as you heard the bell go, you shot up from your seat and stuffed your things in your bag. you slinged your bag over your shoulder, trying to leave the classroom when riki appeared. " I know you told me not to talk to you unless you talk to me first but you have sport next right?" he stood in front of you, stopping you from leaving. you rolled your eyes, mumbling a bunch of swears trying to get pass him but he wouldn't budge. he blocked the doorway with his body, preventing you to leave the classroom. "answer the question." he tried to sound more demanding but failed. you groaned and nodded. "yes I have sport now why does it matter to you?" you crossed your arms, becoming annoyed. "can you show me the way to the gym?" he asked, coming closer you to, towering over you like a castle.

you knew there was no use in rejecting his request. "fine," you muttered, finally getting past him. he followed you, like a lost puppy. you looked him up and down, your eyes glued onto the blue bracelet he was wearing. "how come you still wear yours? it's not like we're best friends anymore," your feel your chest becoming heavy, as you tried to contain yourself. riki lifted his wrist, observing the bracelet. "it's because I miss you y/n. everyday since you left I've been thinking about you and I-" you cut him off, not looking at him. "just… don't. please," you felt your eyes stinging with tears. you took a deep breath before stopping in front of the gym. "just walk in and you'll see the boys' change room," you mumbled, still not looking at him. he nodded, looking inside for the change room. he then turned back, about to say thank you when you ran inside into the girls' change room.

"alright guys who's pumped for dodgeball?" the gym teacher hyped, signalling everyone else to be excited. most of your class cheered, people already making bets on who was gonna thrash who. you weren't bad at dodgeball but you weren't exactly good at it either. the gym teacher split your class and of course, riki was on your team. the whistle echoed in the gymnasium, chaos beginning to break through. balls were being thrown at every direction possible, people getting hit and balls were being caught every second. you felt an intense stare on you as you picked up a ball that rolled towards you. you looked up, seeing jihyun smirking at you before hurling a ball at you. you froze in shock, accepting that you were gonna get hit. you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the ball to hit you when you felt someone tackle you to the floor.

your eyes fluttered open. you found yourself on top of riki, way closer than you would of liked. you felt the heat rush to your face, as he softly smiled at you. "that was close… are you ok?" his grip around your body slightly loosened. it felt like the world had just stopped, all attention on you and riki. "I'm… alright," you were barely able to talk, feeling your heart beating out of your chest. before he could say anything else, you quickly stood up and walked towards the back. jihyun glared at you, throwing the ball away in anger. you were trying your best to calm down, but whenever he glanced at you, you felt like you were going to explode.

"and he saved me from getting hit from jihyun…" you furiously explained to eunchae, who was just able to understand what you said at your word spitting speed. she chuckled, putting her spoon down and scooching closer to you. "I think there's love in the air~" she teased you, making hearts with her hands and making kissing noises. you blushed, slapping her hands down. she laughed at your reaction, slinging an arm around you. "you know, I wouldn't be against it if you and riki were together. honestly, you should talk to him again. who knows? maybe you guys can become friends again or maybe even more," she smiled at you, wriggling her eyebrows at you. you rolled your eyes jokingly as you took a bite out of your sandwich.

you weren't totally against the idea of becoming friends with riki again.

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[nuttytani]

his vs your spice tolerance

characters: ieyasu, hideyoshi, mitsuhide, mai, gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: I was daydreaming about spicy food during one of those boring lectures and then this happened. don't mind any typos or stuff, it's not proof read. p.s oh followers of mine, do you still wan't to get tagged on my hcs and fics? even though i pop in once in a century.

Ieyasu 

He’s known to be able to hold his spice

There hasn't been ANYONE who was able to surpass him in terms of spice tolerance

Enter: you 

Oh boy, he did not expect someone to handle spicier food than him

Genuinely feels scared as he watches you drown your meal in copious amount of hot sauce, roasted and cut chilli (yes, the green or red ones that grow on bushes) and straight up shove it in your mouth without a single flinch

He is scared. Saying that would be an understatement since he has tried your “food” once, and never again. Swears to not even dream about it. Ieyasu was crying his eyes out just from two bites and was chugging down glasses of water…. Which - uhh backfired. 

Needless to say but yasu was breathing fire like a dragon 

Now has profound admiration for your spice tolerance. No one can top you.

Hideyoshi 

He didn’t really have any spice tolerance from the start

Thinks you’re crazier than Ieyasu to…..be able to eat the demonic level of spice that you do

Doesn’t dare to even take a bite out of your food, he already knows that it would end badly for his mouth and his behind. 

But he does feel concerned about your health though, eating too much spice can be detrimental to your health after all

Somehow succeeds in making you eat at least a little less spice than before.

(actually, the only reason you reduced your spice intake was because of his puppy dog eyes. Darn em’ can’t say no to those shiny eyes)

Mitsuhide 

This man can’t even taste, what do you expect him to say about your abominable love for spice? Nothing.

Except, he does enjoy seeing you place a bottle of hot sauce and plenty of chillies on the side of your plate for every meal. 

Once, he exchanged your lunch box with Hideyoshi’s. For educational purposes. 

Gets punched in the face the very next day by Hideyoshi, who appeared to be unwell. 

He did try your food out of curiosity once, alas, no taste, but he did find the mild burning sensation on his tongue to be intriguing. 

You eventually make him addicted to eating whole chilli, ain't that nice? Better than eating random leaves in his garden (and who knows what else)

Bonus: 

Mai 

Thinks you’re some sort of godly specimen to be able to handle extremely spicy food.

Like, even Ieyasu is scared/amazed by your spice tolerance! 

She tries your food once, how bad can it be? Just a little bit of burning won’t stop her from trying it out!

Regrets immediately 

Curses her life choices and is now stuck in the toilet 

Is currently missing her 21st century western style toilets 

Gets the heebie jeebies whenever she looks at your food from then on

She does, however, tried eating whole chilli. After you taught her how to eat it like a pro

Mai is now unstoppable

Flaunts her newfound skill to eat chillies without a sweat to yasu. 

Gets kicked out of his room.

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#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku hc #ikesen ieyasu #ikesen hideyoshi #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen mai #mitsuhide akechi #ieyasu tokugawa #hideyoshi toyotomi #ieyasu tokugawa x reader #hideyoshi toyotomi x reader #mitsuhide akechi x reader #ikemen sengoku x reader #tani writes!!

[calcedon79]

I was bored

Okay, to prevent total withdrawal, I'll serve you guys from the mine crew a little treat from a nonsense story I write on from time to time. It's only roughly translated and not stylistically polished (and it's late). So have mercy.

Boli, this opening chapter was heavily inspired by your Mud story, but somehow our chaos-blorbos have to run into each othe

Random acquaintances

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Sifo-Dyas brushed a few sweaty strands out of his eyes. His hairband had fallen victim to a low-hanging branch. (Message to self: pack a second one for next outing)

"Of course," Jocasta Nu gasped stubbornly, struggling the last few meters up to the ledge of the old castle wall, "Master Sinube did say we could look around a bit."

"Yes, but we were supposed to stay in sight," grumbled the third of the group, his normally immaculately groomed initiate tunic soiled and torn in one place. (Stupid thorns)

" We are, Yan." The petite girl took a deep breath and put her arms on her hips. " We can see the big plaza from up there."

"I don't think that's what he meant," the slender Minashee boy dared to disagree.

"Mmmpf. Then he should phrase it better next time." She stared calculatingly up the half-collapsed defensive wall. Why did all the masters thought that Jocasta was the voice of reason in their trio? (Laughable!).

"Come on, exploring an old fortress like this is much more exciting than listening to lectures about textiles all day."

The two boys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. "True enough."

*

From the courtyard of the old fortress, there was the sound of metal hitting stone.

"Let's go and have a look."

"Jo, do you really think that's a good idea?" Sifo-Dyas made no secret of his skepticism.

"Oh, don't be such nunas." The eldest of their group rolled her eyes. "Come on. Let's go and see what this is."

"If we ever die trying out one of your ideas, I won't say another word to you," was Yan's reply as he walked past her.

After all, it had also been Jo's idea to bypass the fuse on the old turbolift and travel to the lower levels of the temple. (Maybe they should have checked the power supply first. Their two-week stay in the Halls of Healing had been no fun - neither had the trouble they'd gotten into with Master Sinube).

*

Jaster lowered his Beskard. (Okay, actually, it wasn't his.) Why did ba'buir have to take this job? No fighting, no proper libraries, how dull!

"That looks interesting," a friendly voice interrupted Jaster's exercises.

In front of him were three other children his age. Locals? Although, the other people's clothes were much more colorful than those of the newcomers. Maybe it was a school uniform or something. Jaster shrugged inwardly.

"Did you hurt yourself?" the tallest boy asked cautiously, taking a step towards him. "We didn't mean to scare you."

"No, no. Everything's fine." Jaster hurried to his feet. "I just didn't hear you coming."

"It's important to always keep an eye on your surroundings." The second boy's dark eyes scrutinized him coolly. At least until a blow to the back of his head from the girl sent the little guy staggering forward.

"Yan! Behave yourself and be polite," she hissed, to which the black-haired boy immediately muttered an apology in Jaster's direction.

Wow, the petite figure had her companions well in hand.

"Uhh, no problem. No harm done," Jaster waved it off. "My name is Jaster Mereel, by the way, and who are you?"

"The tall one with the long hair is Sifo-Dyas, the rude one is called Yan Dooku," introduced the girl with the turquoise ponytail. "And I'm Jocasta Nu."

Before any of the boys could make a sound, she continued: "Is that a traditional Midrim sword? I didn't know swords were used here. What metal is it made of?"

"What?" Jaster blinked, caught off guard by the volley of energetic questions. "Uh, no… it's a beskad and it's made of beskar."

"Beskar?" the boy introduced as Sifo-Dyas now asked with interest. "Ohh, that super cool Mandalorian metal."

"How did you get your hands on a weapon like that?" the Dooku boy wanted to know with narrowed eyes.

"How do you think?" Jaster rolled his eyes. They were asking strange questions. "I am a Mando'ad." "Uhh… Mandalorian?" he added slowly. Stupid basic. Jaster still had trouble with some words.

*

Oh.

Mandalorian?!

Dooku exchanged an alarmed glance with Sy. "'Mandalorian'?!"

Like in "Mandalorians - the enemies of the Jedi Order"?

Jo didn't seem to share their concern. A sparkle appeared in her eyes, showing her two companions that she had caught fire for a topic. Oh oh!

" Mandalorian? How exciting. I thought all Mandos wore armor."

*

"But not from the beginning," protested Jaster - horrified by so much ignorance. That couldn't be allowed to stand! "You have to earn it bit by bit. Look, I've already got bracers and a back plate. And my beskad."

"Yours? It's much too big for you." Oh, did this Yan know his way around swords? As professionally confident as his words sounded, that seemed to be the case.

"Well," Jaster admitted. "It's not mine. My ba'buir lent it to me."

"Your … ba'buir?" Sifo-Dyas tried to repeat after him and tilted his head questioningly.

"Ba'buir means … mmh grandparents in Basic. He is my grandfather"

"And he just lets you go off on your own with that?" The tall boy seemed taken aback by this.

"Of course." What was the problem? On safe planets and as long as he was back at the ship at the agreed time, he was always allowed to do what he wanted. Apparently this was a foreign concept to his new acquaintances. Poor things. "Ba'buir has to work, after all. How else am I supposed to practise? Besides, ba'buir always says it's too dangerous to go out without a weapon."

*

Okay, that was pretty sensible of said grandpa. The youngsters nodded in understanding. Children were kidnapped and sold into slavery all the time. That's why they were also allowed to take their training swords with them on their excursion. These weren't as dangerous as real lightsabers, but at the highest level they could still inflict quite serious injuries.

"Hmm, can beskar really withstand a lightsaber?" Jocasta suddenly wanted to know.

"A Jetii kad'au?" Mereel looked at her questioningly, as if he couldn't imagine how she had come up with this idea. "Hmm, I don't know."

"Maybe it should be tested." Jocasta's scientific interest was obviously piqued.

Yan didn't even bother to shield his alarm in the Force. "Yo! I don't think it's such a good idea…"

"Testing?" Jaster interrupted him curiously. "How is that supposed to work?

"Well, with this." Jo nonchalantly pulled out her training sword.

Cursing, the other boy flinched and then stared at the three of them like a Tooka in a thunderstorm. "Jetiise!… ah Jedi…. You're Jetiise?"

"Well, not quite yet," Sifo-Dyas clarified sheepishly, deliberately ignoring the other boy's raised weapon. "Strictly speaking, we're initiates. At the moment, anyway. You can only call yourself a Jedi once you've become a Padawan, built a proper lightsaber and then passed your knight's trial."

"Ohh." From one moment to the next, Jaster seemed to have overcome his shock and he lowered his sword again. "There are different Kad'aue … ah lightsabers? And how do you become a Padawan? Can anyone become one or do you have to fulfill certain requirements? How old do you have to be to take your trial?"

"Did you have a good day, ner ad?" Athas Mereel added the last of the spices to the boiling stew. A balanced diet was important for children. He may not have been the best chef in the galaxy, but he insisted on serving his grandson fresh food as often as possible. Ration bars were for emergencies. "Did you experience anything exciting, meet other children?"

"Hmm," Jaster barely lifted his head from the datapad, whose contents he was studying intently. Good boy. So studious. "I met some nice kids. We exchanged our com numbers."

(Communicators that the little Jetiise were apparently not allowed to have. "Don't you dare call us, Mereel. Only write, understand? Otherwise we'll get into real trouble with the masters.")

"That's nice," Athas nodded happily. Sometimes he was worried: Jaster was a bright boy, clever and resourceful, but he had a hard time making lasting friends. They had moved so often in the last few years, and each time his boy was forced into a new routine. Jaster's initial enthusiasm for adventure and new places had waned considerably in recent times. The new contact could only do him good.

*

On the other side of the planet, Sy, Yan and Jocasta didn't get a chance to talk about their Mandalorian encounter. When they returned to their quarters far too late, sweaty, tired and with dirty clothes, a highly annoyed Master Sinube was already waiting for them.

(Before the next outing, Yan would remember to pack some ration bars. Being sent to bed without dinner after a two-hour meditation was not acceptable to him or his body).

#sifo dyas #yan dooku #jaster mereel #jocasta nu #bolis virus #headcanon #wip #my writing #⛏️⛏️⛏️

[russett-pots]

Real Life Sex Education

Kang Hyewon and Kim Minju

Word Count: 4.9k

Tags: Teaching sex, Virgin sex, Innocent Minju

Fine! Here is the fic I promised. I really hope you like it. I tried something new here. That's why it took some time.

Now stop bothering me for the meantime about fics. I posted this and I hope you'll be happy with it.

Takes two visuals to make this. I don't regret this tho.

A guy sits there in class just barely listening to the lecture. Even with his second cup of coffee, the lecture has been so boring that a nap is tempting. But he still goes on and stays awake. His grades for this class haven’t been very good recently and since this is a pre-requisite. Failing isn’t an option.

“Okay, that’s all for today.” The lecturer says as she dismisses the class.

All the students start to pack up and leave the hall but the guy is still there stumbling with his notes. The prof is still down there at the front getting ready to leave. He rushes to her for a few more questions before heading out.

“Ma’am. I have a few questions about the lesson. Is it alright if I can ask?”

“Sure, Haneul.”

“Uhh, one of the topics was about physical attraction. How does someone know if they are physically attractive?”

“You mean if a girl is pretty?”

“Oh no, I mean how do I know if they are attracted to me?”

“That sounds more like dating advice. But their pupils dilate when they look at you, they blush when you are around, and they are more expressive when you are there.”

“Aaaah, I see.”

Suddenly a voice behind shouts. “Haneul, are you there?” It’s Minju. An acquaintance. Their bond has been slowly growing closer ever since they met last month from that small interaction in PE class together.

“That is an example of someone who is physically attracted to you. You see her body language.”

“No ma’am that’s impossible. We barely know each other.”

“Well if you don’t take my advice then what I can do. Anyway, good luck.”

“Thanks, Ma’am see you, next class.”

“Bye.”

As soon as the teacher leaves, Minju runs up and hugs Haneul. She snuggles up to his chest as looks up to him. He rolls his eyes away from Minju and pushes her away.

“Minju, what now?”

“Nothing I just like to meet my boy- I mean friend. Wanna have lunch?”

Haneul looks at his watch. There is a good ninety-minute window before the next class. “Sure.”

Minju jumps in joy. “Yay! Let’s go to my favorite tteokbokki place.” She links her arms to Haneul’s and drags him with her.

Haneul just follows blissful of her real intentions.

The restaurant is only a short walk from the university. But once they get there Minju pulls him with her and makes Haneul sit down beside her.

Both of them scan the menu for what they want to eat.

“Haneul tteokbokki is their specialty here do you want to order that?”

“Sure. Sure. If you say so.”

Minju raises her hand and promptly orders the tteokbokki platter that is for sharing.

“Unnie, the sweet and spicy tteokbokki platter and two bottles of beer.”

The waitress does a double-take for Haneul’s and Minju’s age but gets the okay then she leaves to punch in the orders.

“So Haneul how was class?”

“The usual. Still have difficulty with my psychology class. But I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, that sounds hard. Do you want help? I passed that class with flying colors. I’m sure I can teach you a thing or two.”

“That sounds great! Are you sure? I don’t want to make you busier.”

“Oh no, you won’t. I’ll be more than happy to help you. I mean we are ummm…only…friends?”

“Hmm sorry, what do you mean with that?”

“Oh, nothing.”

But in Minju’s mind, it is confusing. Her obvious advances are tiring. She knows how much she likes Haneul but it is so hard for her to give him hints that Haneul should make his move.

He does like her in a sense. He wouldn’t mind dating her. She is beautiful, kind, caring, and very smart. Someone for sure would be lucky to have her.

But as Haneul runs through his thoughts about her the food quickly arrives with their two bottles of beer. They both eat well and drink as they finish the food. It goes halfway until Haneul sees Minju waves outside. When Haneul turns his head to where Minju’s attention is.

“Unnie!”

“Minju, how are you?”

“Unnie sit with us!”

Then this girl sits across Haneul and Minju. She puts down her shoulder bag on the seat beside her.

“Haneul, this is my Unnie, Hyewon. She is my sunbae. Unnie this is Haneul. We met at my PE class.”

“Is this the guy you are talking about?”

“What!! Unnie, don’t say it in front of him!”

“Ha— I’m just messing with you.”

Hyewon extends her hand for a handshake and Haneul takes it with both of his hands.”

“Hyewon-ssi. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Haneul. You don’t have to be so formal just call me Noona.”

“Okay, Hyewon-noona.”

“Just Noona is fine.”

“So, what did you order?”

“Just some tteokbokki. Want some?” Minju asks Hyewon.

“Sure.”

But Haneul looks at his watch. “Oh, sorry ladies. I have class soon.” As he quickly stands up and hurries himself to class.

"Unnie!!!" Minju’s high pitched almost cracked voice shouts. "Yeah, that’s the guy I like and I want to impress him but I don't know how."

"Oh, Minju. Well, you can try to seduce him."

"Seduce him?"

"Sex. Minju. Sex."

"Se—?"

"Wait..."

"Unnie!!! I just... don't know how..."

"Hmmm, if you want. My boyfriend and I can give you some pointers. I just want to warn you he can be a bit rough. But from the way, the guy you like seems. I'm sure he can enjoy a Rough Minju."

“Rough Minju? But Unnie! I just never … you know.”

“Minju don’t worry. I can teach you. I can show you. If you want you don’t have to do anything but watch.”

“Hmmm…are you sure? I don’t want to just stare at people doing…you know.”

“Minju, you are already 20. You can say sex. It isn’t a forbidden word that you cannot say. You’re already a grown-up and you should know better.”

“Okay, Unnie…You can teach me about the sex—.”

“Hahaha! Minju, you always make me laugh.”

“AH! Unnie! Okay! Let’s just eat. We can order your favorite Bibimbap!”

“I’ll text you when and where. I’m thinking of my place. But I’ll have to make sure my boyfriend is okay with being watched.”

“AH LA LA LA LA.” Minju shouts with her hands covering her ears.

Hyewon just sits there and chuckles at Minju's obvious innocence.

~~

Minju goes up to the door and knocks at it.

“Unnie!!”

She knocks again.

“Unnie!!”

The door opens. Outcomes Hyewon, she is in a bathrobe and presumably wearing nothing else.

“Unnie!!!” Minju shouts while pushing Hyewon back inside her dorm room. “You can’t just be naked outside.”

“Don’t worry about me.” Hyewon slowly undoes the tie and grabs on onto the edges and pulls it, showing off her body in front of Minju. Her naked body is now exposed. Her breast, midriff, and pussy show and are ready to be consumed by anyone.

“Don’t worry Minju. I was expecting my boyfriend. Not you. Guys like a sexy entrance.”

“They do?”

“Yeah. I mean that’s how they get hard?”

“Hard? What’s hard?”

“Oh my gosh. Minju do you know anything?!”

“Of course I do. I just Ummm don’t know…”

“Okay, tell me. What’s a blowjob?”

“Blowjobs are…um…”

“Come one this is basic.”

“Fine. Unnie. I don’t know anything. Please teach me!”

“Yeah. Don’t worry Minju, that is why we are here.”

“Also is that what you are wearing when you meet the guy?”

“Isn’t this skirt lovely?” Minju turns around, showing off her outfit.

“Well, your long sleeve and tennis skirt? You look like his younger sister more than a girlfriend.”

“Unnie! I’ll change then.” Minju pouts.

*Knock* Knock*

“That must be my boyfriend.”

Hyewon approaches the door, still in her robe, and opens the door. “Hello, babe.”

He cups Hyewons face and pushes his lips into Hyewon as they move into the middle of the room.

“Hold on, wait. Let me introduce you to my friend. Yunseo, this is Minju. Minju, Yunseo.”

Yunseo extends his hand to introduce himself. Minju greets him in return.

“So, are we getting started?” Hyewon asks.

“Mhmm.”

“Okay, Minju. Do you know how to kiss?”

“Of course, Unnie, that I know.”

“Okay show me.”

“What do you—?”

Hyewon slowly places her lips onto Minju’s. First, it was slow but got rough. All while Yunseo, stands there excited about what he is watching.

“Argh, Minju slow down. Tongue.” Hyewon pulls back and wipes her lips. “Take it slow. Then add the tongue.”

Minju tries again. This time Hyewon’s eyes lit up. Hyewon pulls back, this time surprised. “Okay, that’s good. Yunseo tries this.”

“Unnie, no… Actually never kissed a guy before and I want to save my first real kiss with a guy with Haneul.”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll respect that.” Yunseo steps back.

“Are you okay with giving Yunseo a blowjob?”

“Sure. That’s fine.”

“Yunseo?”

Yunseo then pulls down his pants showing off his large cock. Minju gasps at the size of what she is seeing. She closes her eyes by placing her hands on her eyes. Hyewon gets annoyed and removes Minju’s hands.

“Minju! You’ll have to get used to this!”

“Okay. Unnie…”

“Now. Let me show you how to give a blowjob. Yunseo please sit on my bed.”

Yunseo sits down with her bare ass on the bed with his legs spread wide. Hyewon goes in between them and takes a grip on his cock.

“Minju come here.”

She comes over and squats beside Hyewon.

“Minju, give me your hand.” Hyewon takes Minju’s hand and makes her wraps her small hand around Yunseo’s cock.

Minju gets mesmerized by the size. She looks around it, inspects it, and licks the tip. Yunseo closes his eyes at the tiny yet pleasurable stimuli that were Minju’s tongue. She licks the tip. The circumcised cock’s edge gets touched by her tongue. Minju curious eyes wander to Yunseo’s eyes to see if she is doing it correctly.

“Minju. Put it inside your mouth.”

Minju allows the shaft to enter her whole mouth. She takes it in its entirety. To swallow it was a daunting task because of how big it is.

“Argh. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth.”

“Oh, sorry.” Minju backs out and stops her advances.

“Careful Minju. Go in slowly. Actually, some guys like a bit of teeth but not too much. Just be careful.”

Minju then returns to Yunseo’s cock and places it in her mouth. Not entirely. With fewer teeth than before and definitely more inside.

“First bob your head up and down.”

Minju then goes up and down. Yunseo’s cock going in and out. Minju hands her hand in joining the pump as she progresses further.

Yunseo groans as Minju moves faster and faster. It slowly starts to fill the room. The sound of Minju’s slurping and the sound of pleasure coming out of Yunseo’s mouth.

“Hmmm, you seem like a natural at this, Minju.”

Minju pops off her mouth of Yunseo’s cock and sees his satisfied face. He smiles and gives a thumbs up to Minju, approving what Hyewon just said.

“Okay now let me show you what a pussy can do.”

“What about anal?”

“Anal isn’t for you. Or at least not now.”

Hyewon undoes her robe and drops it to the floor and sits on the lap of her boyfriend. She starts to make out with him, inserting her tongue immediately. Minju backs off and takes a seat in front of the show. Hyewon places her hand on the cheek and the other around Yunseo’s neck.

“That’s how you kiss. Now, babe are you ready?”

Hyewon pushes back Yunseo to her bed and hovers above his cock.

“Minju, I’ll show you first how to ride him then we can do a couple of other positions where the guy is in control.”

“Mhmm” Minju nods.

“Okay, babe let’s go.”

“Wait! Aren’t you going to use a condom?” Minju exclaims.

“I’m on the pill. So, I won’t get pregnant. I’ll tell you more about it later. But for now. I can take this cock raw.” Hyewon turns her attention back to Yunseo. Her eyes gazing at his. She is ready and so is he. She dops and inserts the huge cock inside her. She grunts as she gets in deeper. Finally, it gets inside her.

“Fuck. I can’t get used to this cock.”

Hyewon goes up and down. Her head tilts back as the pleasure starts to increase. Each point gets touched by Yunseo’s cock. With Hyewon on her knees, Yunseo caresses her luscious thighs and her voluptuous ass. He gets a good grab on her ass, squeezing it as he pleases.

“Minju….you see…this…?” Hyewon grunts. She turns her head and sees Minju’s legs propped up on the chair, her panties now showing. A small patch of cum dissipates on her underwear. Hyewon slows down her pace. “Minju, look below you.”

Embarrassed, Minju covers her crotch, going back to her more conservative state. “Unnie! Just go back to do your thing.”

Hyewon chuckles and looks back at Yunseo. “Well, I guess. I’m still yours.” Hyewon goes back on riding Yunseo and moves down and kisses him. She moves her ass up and down his cock.

While at this, without her consciously knowing, Minju’s hand lingers down and moves in between her legs, and inserts itself inside her already wet panties. Minju’s own eyes now close in pleasure. She lets out gentle moans as her finger gets inside her own walls.

Both Hyewon’s and Minju’s voices grow as they receive pleasure from a cock and her own finger respectively. Hyewon turns her head and sees Minju pleasuring herself and she smiles to see her enjoying herself.

Soon Hyewon stops and gets up and walks to Minju and whispers to her ear. “How’s the finger?”

Minju jumps on her seat and removes her finger from her crotch. “I’m sorry, Unnie! I’ll pay attention now.”

“Okay, Yunseo. Doggy.” Hyewon places her hands on the bed and moves her ass up in front of Yunseo. “Minju you know what Doggy style is?”

“Does it involve acting like a puppy?” Minju says with her wrist on her chin and fingers pointing down, making a puppy face.

“Oh, Minju you are so innocent. Yunseo, you may start.”

Yunseo lines up his cock onto Hyewon’s pussy, moving it up and down forming a line between her ass cheeks. One slap on the cheek then in he goes. Yunseo inserts his cock inside Hyewon. First slowly pushes as deep as he can. Then he slowly pulls out halfway as he lets out a loud groan. Then he slams back in, pushing in and thrusting it inside. He moves in and out as Hyewon’s walls surround his cock.

Hyewon still filled with pleasure, closes her eyes, bites her lip, and clenches her pussy as it constricts Yunseo’s cock. Minju sits back and observes. This time she isn’t touching herself. She moves up and looks closer. She observes the slapping noise that Yunseo makes as he smashes his waist onto Hyewon’s ass. She can also see how Hyewon is barely able to take on everything.

Yunseo pushes deep and deeper. Moans and groans begin to fill the room. Minju soon cannot distinguish what sound is coming from whom.

“Fuck! Hyewon, you’re going to  make me cum.”

“Hold on wait!”

Yunseo pulls out of Hyewon and steps back with his almost throbbing cock. “You better not blue ball me.” He glares at Hyewon.

“I’ll let you cum. I just need to show Minju one more position.”

Hyewon lays on her back on the bed. While Yunseo moves over behind Hyewon and places his hands on either side of Hyewon’s breast.

“Minju, this is called missionary. Yunseo? Okay. You can cum after this.”

“It’s so hot when you tell me when to cum.”

Yunseo returns to smash Hyewon. He resumes hitting her pussy as before. He hits so deep he can almost touch the deepest parts of Hyewon’s womb.

“Minju…Some guys… like Dom...Fuck!... like to be Dommed...Fuck!...some liked to subbed…Fuck, Yunseo your cock is so good!”

“Dom, sub?”

“Dom…has control. Sub has to…follow…the dom. Wait hold on I’ll explain later. Fuck!”

Repetitive screams and profanities can be heard all over the room and maybe out the door. Hyewon can feel her g-spot being touched. Yunseo’s cock runs all over Hyewon’s tight little hole. He pushes deeper and deeper and deeper.

“Okay, Hyewon. I’m going to release it now. Same as always?”

“Yup!”

Yunseo thrust one more time. Finally, when he reaches his climax he pushes in as he dumps all of his sperm inside Hyewon. His sticky white liquid coats Hyewon’s walls. Yunseo finishes with his orgasm then falls down on the bed and lays there.

Hyewon lies there on the bed trying to catch her breath. Her chest expands and contracts as she regains her composure. She turns and lays on her side to face Minju.

“Like that?”

Minju looks at her with her cute face and nods.

“Okay, like I said before. Some guys like to be dommed and guys that like subs. Yunseo here likes to be dommed. So he is my sub. I’m not sure what Haneul likes but try to see what he wants to do. But my guess is he wants to dom you.”

“Okay!”

“Also. Guys like them raw. What I do is that I take the pill. You have to go to the doctor for that. I can give you the number of mine. I’ll send it to you in the morning.”

“Okay, Unnie!”

Hyewon turns over and closes her eyes. “You can go now. I’ll clean up this mess.”

“Okay, Unnie. Thank you. I learned a lot!”

“No problem.”

Minju leaves the door and the one main thing on her mind.

Dom or Sub?

I don’t know how to dom.

Maybe he can dom me.

~~

One week later

~~

Minju sits down at her seat at a café, sipping her morning coffee just waiting for her first class in the morning.

“Oh, Minju?”

“Oh, Hyewon-Unnie.”

Hyewon sits down at the seat across from Minju.

“So, have you done it yet?”

Minju gets nervous and whispers. “You mean have sex with him?”

“Yeah!”

“Unnie, not that loud. But not yet. I just started to umm… take the pills and I should be safe today.”

“Great, are you going to meet him tonight?”

“I haven’t talked to him yet. Maybe I can meet him in his class later.”

“Well, whatever you have to do. It has to be quick. Guys don’t like waiting.”

“You sure, Unnie?”

“Definitely, Trust me I know.”

“Okay. Then I’ll ask him for tonight? But what will be my excuse? It isn’t like I can just invite him over?”

“You’re in college Minju. There is only one thing you can do.”

“What is it?”

“Study sessions!”

“Study? Do you mean we have to talk about school?”

“Not all the time, you dummy! Study sessions means fuck sessions in college.”

“What do you mean? I always have study sessions with my friends.”

“Trust me if it is one on one with a guy. It only means one thing..”

“Hmmm….Okay! Thank you Unnie. I have to go to class now.”

“Bye, Minju.”

As Minju walks to her class early, she tries to recall everything that Hyewon told her and what she had learned from her “on-site demonstration”. But as she turns to the corner, she hits Haneul, making her drop her stuff.

“Oh, Minju sorry.” Haneul looks at Minju and then goes down to assist her to get her stuff.

“Oh, Haneul!” As they both gather Minju’s belongings they bump heads.

Haneul comes over and babies Minju. “Oh, Minju are you okay.”

Minju blushes at the caring gesture that she is receiving.

“Minju, I haven’t talked to you all week are you okay?”

“Okay? Of course! I’m okay.”

“Do you need any help? It seems like you need something.”

“I don’t—wait, actually. I do need help with an assignment I have.”

“Really. Sure I can help you.”

“Can we do it at my place tonight? My roommate is out of town, so we have the whole place to ourselves.”

“Sure okay.”

“You have my number. Just text me.”

“Okie, dokie.”

~~

Haneul comes over to Minju’s dorm with a pack of ginger ale and a couple of bags of chips. He inspects the door for a second then he knocks on the door.

“Come in!”

He opens the door and sees Minju in her bathrobe.

“Ah— Minju.” Haneul closes his eyes in shock. “Ugh, are you going to the shower?”

“Uhhhh yes. Just sit down and wait for me.”

Minju quickly dashes to the bathroom but leaves the door unclosed.

As soon as Haneul knows Minju is inside the bathroom, he opens his eyes. “Minju, I brought a couple of drinks if that is okay.”

“Sure, just leave it on the table,” Minju shouts back.

“I also have chips.”

“Sure. Sure. Just on the table.”

Haneul just sits down at the table, scrolling thru his phone, and looking at Minju’s Instagram. Why? Over the week he has grown a fondness for her. Something about her draws Haneul to her and before he knew it. He had a crush. But he doesn’t entirely know if Minju reciprocates. Maybe he just thinks Minju is friendly with him.

Suddenly Minju opens the door, naked. Her whole body can be seen by Haneul. She tries to lead on the door and tries out the sexy pose she has been practicing.

He just sits there in shock, gobsmacked, and doesn’t know what to say or what to do. “Minju?”

Minju sees his distraught face and cannot stand it anymore. She runs back inside the bathroom but before she can close the door she slips and fall to the floor. She lay there in a fetal position, crying.

“Minju, are you okay?” Haneul runs over and collects Minju, putting her in his arms. Minju looks back at him, covering her breast with her arms and her pussy with her legs.

“Haneul, I cannot let you see me like this. I’m too ashamed of myself.”

“Don’t be Minju. What were you trying to do?”

“Umm… Hyewon-unnie told me to seduce you. That’s how to get you to like me.”

“Minju you don’t need to do that. I already like you. You don’t need to show off your sexy body. I’m not into just looks. I also look into the heart and the personality. And you have a good one.”

Minju sniffles and wipes her tears with her hand. “You like me? So, I don’t need to seduce you?”

Haneul uses his thumb to wipe the remaining tear on Minju’s cheek. “I do like you and you don’t need to seduce me.”

“But…but….”

“Yes, Minju?”

“I prepared so much for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to give you my flower.”

“Flower…?”

“Yes. I have been saving myself for you.”

“Minju, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to do it for you.” Minju then leans in for a kiss. It is strong. It lures Haneul to Minju. They both kiss, it lasts for a second then it goes on for longer. Minju slowly releases her lips from Haneul’s and takes a deep breath.

“That was good, Minju.”

“I learned it from my Hyewon-unnie.”

“Did she teach you anything else?”

“Blowjob?”

“She taught you that?”

Minju leads Haneul to the bed and makes him sit down on the bed. She opens Haneul’s legs and looks at his eyes while he unbuttons his pants. “Hyewon-unnie told me to do this.” Minju then pulls down and removes Haneul’s pants. Now standing in front of her is Haneul’s cock. She mumbles. “It is smaller….”

“Wait…?!... what?! Smaller?!”

“Oh no! Haneul wait…okay I have to confess something.”

“Hmm?”

“I gave a blowjob before.”

“What?”

“No! No… it isn’t what you think. I didn’t like the guy. Hyewon-unnie just told me to try. But I promise nothing else happened. I just watched the rest.”

“For me, oral doesn’t count. So, you are still giving me you.”

Minju smiles and chuckles knowing Haneul is still happy with her. She looks back down at Haneul’s cock and inspects it. “It may be smaller but I don’t know how to handle this.”

“At least my pride isn’t hurt that much.”

“It’s still big, Haneul. Just let me try first.” Minju then opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. First with a lick. Her tongue comes from the base to the tip then she plays with the tip. Her hand slowly grips onto Haneul’s cock and slowly pumps it. At the same pace as Minju swirls her tongue. Minju slowly drops her tongue to the bottom to the base of his shaft then draws her tongue out of his cock.

Haneul lets out a definite groan as Minju completes the first motion. She then bobs her head up and down. Increases her pace as she pumps his cock faster and faster. She sucks as much as she can. Slurping sounds comes out of Minju’s mouth and she pulls Haneul closer to her on the edge. Her tongue moves around his cock, swirling like an ice cream preparing on a cone.

Haneul with him almost as his climax cups Minju’s cheeks, squeezing it showing off a cute face, and pulls it up to him and kisses it. He pulls her down to the bed as he pushes his tongue inside Minju. He breaks the kiss. “You give a great blowjob, you kiss great. I have to buy Hyewon lunch.”

Both Haneul and Minju jump to the bed. Hanuel quickly undoes his shirt, tossing it away. Not he can feel Minju’s breasts pressing against his chest. He resumes the kiss as his handle lingers down from Minju’s face to her waist and then down to her ass.

“Hold on do you have a condom?”

“No need. Hyewon-unnie told me guys likes it raw.”

“Well not if it makes you pregnant.”

“I’m on the pill dont worry.”

“Okay I trust you.” Haneul changes his tone to tease Minju. “Now, you are going to give me your flower?”

“You Don’t have to tease me. I’m just new to it.”

“Don’t worry. It is fine.” Haneul pulls up from the bed and kisses Minju on the lips.

Minju sits up on Haneul’s crotch with his cock in front of her. She props her legs up to line up her pussy on top of Hanel’s cock. She slowly pushes herself down. All the pain she is experiencing is slowing in her face.

“Minju, you don’t have to do this if it hurts.”

“No. I can handle this just wait.”

Minju then pushes herself more, finally going as deep as she can. When she gets fully penetrated, she smiles. Her pain turns into pleasure. She finally gets what she wants. Full penetration with Haneul.

She moves up and down. Her knees are on the bed, making all the movements for her. Her breasts jiggle. Both Minju and Haneul moan in pleasure. They both interlock their hands together. This helps Minju with her balance just in case she falls over. But regardless, all of her pleasure points get stimulated while Haneul’s cock is getting sensitive by the second, letting him release heavier and heavier breaths.

Minju’s legs grow more and more tired. Haneul notices that and switches position by grabbing onto Minju and flipping her to the bed. Now he is on top of her with his hands on either side of her.

“This is called missionary right?”

“You studied a lot for this.”

“Of course. I did.” Minju places her hand on Hanuel’s cheek. “I would for you—”

Haneul smashes his hips onto Minju. Minju’s face shows a hint of some pain returning to her but as soon as it’s over she goes back to her pleasured state.

With her face smiling, Haneul goes back on thrusting into Minju. He moves faster and faster. His cock touches the deepest parts of Minju. It gets it so deep you can feel her womb already.

“Fuck!” Minju shouts.

“Minju is cursing already?”

“Shut up! It’s so good yet ugh— so painful.”

“I can stop if you want.”

“No, go-go. It feels so gooood!”

He resumes thrusting. He can feel Minju’s walls constricting. It gets tighter and tighter as Minju’s walls get used more and more. As before Minju’s breast jiggle but this time from the force that Haneul is putting on Minju.

“Minju…Minju….Minju….I’m going to cum soon. Where do you want it?!”

“Inside. I know you want it. Don’t worry about me. Remember, I’m on the pill!” Minju reassurese Haneul.

“I think I’m in love with you already.”

Minju smiles but doesn’t know if that is what he really means, or if he is just saying that because she is going to cum. But whatever is on her mind is gone after a second as her pleasure points get stimulated.

“Okay, Minju. I’m going to burst!”

Soon, Haneul sees explode inside Minju. He shoots every drop inside, dumping as much as he can. He leaves his cock inside for longer allowing his throbbing cock to unload the rest.

After finishing, Haneul drops beside Minju’s small bed. “Minju, you’re amazing”

“Thank you.”

“Not just your pussy but you’re amazing.”

“I know.” Minju tucks her hair.

Haneul kisses her one more time.

“Good thing it is Saturday tomorrow. I can cuddle with you all night.”

“I’d love that.”

“Goodnight, Minju.”

“Goodnight, Haneul.”

#Kim Minju #Kang Hyewon #Minju smut #Hyewon smut #izone smut #kpop smut

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Part 3 of Team Chris is rlly smoking hot x Scooby do fanfic is here, because u were so nice ((:

PLEASE READ

This chapter explores themes of ableism against autistic people and the condescension that can with the infantilization of autistic people and this can be a very personal subject matter, so I feel everyone deserves a heads up

First if u haven’t read part one here

Now onto the actual thing -

“I’ll show you all to the guest rooms.” Alejandro said rather sharply

“Wait will there be any cops here” Izzy finally stopped zooming round, staring at Alejandro, with unwavering focus, still as Midas’s daughter.

“Uhh, probably, though it probably won’t be for a while at least”

“Uuuhhh, they’re so useless, we’ll have to avoid them, or get the meddling kids lecture, like I’m pretty sure our rate of actually solving mysteries is better than their one in a million” Noah grumbled

“We’ve got a good amount of time befor-”

“Yeah, like a couple millenniums” Noah sarcastically quipped, with Alejandro giggling at his wit.

“So like a team we gotta go now so we avoid cops, let’s go!” Owen enthusiastically yelled

“Too loud, buddy, we don’t want anyone to hear us.” Noah whispered, putting a hand on Owen mouth, especially climbing on him to reach.

“If you see anyone head back to the spare rooms,” Alejandro said, “And Izzy can hide from the cops.” He finished, not giving Izzy a moment to butt in.

The room was rather big, filled with fancy wooden furniture, with patterns carved in. There was a collection of photos surrounding a bowl of fake fruit on the buffet positioned across from what had to be a king double bed. Lots of photos of Jose and another boy seemed like they were Alejandro’s brother, judging by another photo where the three of them were positioned together.

“Wow, fancy. If I knew you were this rich I might have swooned over you, too,” Noah said in a monotone voice.

“This room is just for Noah, Owen and Izzy,” Tyler said patiently, staring directly at Alejandro.

“Well, course you can sta-”

“In your room, with you??” Tyler, desperate excitement in his voice crescendoed as he inched closer the the somewhat startled boy

“In another guest room”

“How many guest rooms are in this house?” Noah quietly mumbled to Owen.

“Nah, that’s fine I can just stay in your room with you, since we are best buddies!’ Tyler staring so intently he probably could burst an eye vessel and eye contact so intimidating it could intimidate a statue.

“I mean it sounds like it would be an okay idea to stick together, you know with everything going on.” Owen said, patting Tyler on the shoulder. “Besides, Al, I don't like the way the thing was looking at you Owen shifted his attention to Alejandro standing cross-armed, with a frustrated childish expression. “Oh, Alejandro, sorry man.” Owen attempted to pat him on the back before Alejandro flinched away, attempting not to snarl at him.

“So, Izzy will stay with us cause I don’t think you two can survive her.” Noah said

“Yep, sounds good.” Tyler grabbing onto Alejandro’s hand.

“Well, th-”

“Just let him,” Noah said, cutting off Alejandro, causing him to sulk.

“Yes, yes, yes, we are gonna have so much fun.” Tyler excitedly bouncy around shaking Alejandro.

The night seemed long, the dark sky looming outside, as they waited for the coast to clear to go and investigate. Noah and Owen were in charge of viewing the primary scene, Tyler and Alejandro would keep watch down the halls and out the front for when/if the cops showed their piggy heads (since Alejandro knew the place best), while Izzy would go and collect samples (Who knows how she does it, but she always seems to get results.)

[All good??] Noah texted, getting bored half ready to already shove his head over the side and start shoveling evidence.

[Yes, so far so good.] Alejandro replied, [Though be wary my father is by the left wing down the hall.]

[ewww, forgot this is some family thing for you, it sounds weird u calling him father]

[Hahah, would you please gather some photos.] Alejandro texted back [By the way, the hall at the front and exit by the main stairs is probably best, prioritize speed]

[Yeah, yeah, I know what, you might be surprised other people have a brain as ] Noah texted, though Owen stopped him before he could continue. Noah crept over the banister tiptoeing down close near the stairs, like a slender cat. Leaning his top half over the banister and zooming in, with filming, changing to creeping down the staircase. “That’s weird,” Noah quietly whispered under his breath, fixated on something in the video. “What’s up little buddy?” Owen attempted to whisper back, though probably still speaking too loud.

“If it came from the outside, why did the glass not fall inside?” Noah smirked,

“So it must have come from the inside!” they said in unison, their excited voices fusing together.

standing up losing the cautiousness in his movement, standing up placing a hand, leaning on Owen,

“Heh, so it’s something wanting to think it came from the outside, but was already inside?” The cockiness radiating from his voice, somewhat losing that quietness. “Let’s see that freaking eel solve that one, all he’d do is try and flirt with the monster.” The cockiness quickly turned to mumbled pettiness. Owen reaches out a congratulatory fist bump. Pow!

“Oh shit,” Noah quickly threw out.

“Huh, what’s wrong?” Owen quietly panicked remembering they need to be quiet

“We need to get back, Tyler texted that Mr fancypants is coming our way.” Noah said paraphrasing, “He’ll meet as bac-” cut off by the sounds of muffled unintelligible yells, the anger still piercing through the walls.

“Shit.” Noah muttered,

“Al, would you just bugger off.” Jose yelled in spanish, frustrated, loud and tired. “Just leave, you’re just a kid getting in the way, like always do, can’t you jus-”

“I’m almost an adult and I can help! If you would quit treating me like some little kid and thinking you are so much better than me!” Alejandro cries out back.

“Al, FUCK OFF.”

Jose raised his voice to a stable pitch, staring down at Alejandro from his tall figure, the lights burning bright behind him. “Yeah, almost an adult, but when me and Carlos were 13 me and Carlos didn’t still have some obsession on childish fucking shit like dinosaurs.’’

He stepped forward, looming over Al, causing him to stumble back. “Me and Carlos didn’t fiddle with random shit and couldn’t even make decent eyeconnect till you were what? Like 14.”

His eyes didn’t blink, just flickered. “Me and Carlos don’t have whatever you have wrong with your brain,”

The harshness in his voice felt like fangs digging into Al’s flesh. “You just when you actually started trying to be your age just acted like some copycat of me.”

Alejandro didn’t respond. He just breathed heavily, holding back whatever emotions he could. Staring at Jose’s silhouette toppling over him against the burning light, unable to look up. Jose took a step back, sighing. “Al, I’m sorry, I just, I know it isn’t your fault.” He ran his fingers through his hair, tilting his head up, staring at the ceiling. “It’s just- I know because of your autism you can’t be like Carlos and I.” Looking down, seeing his brother, unable to look at him. “Al”

Attempting to put a hand on his brother to comfort him was quickly shaken off. Alejandro walking off.

“Really, fucking really? How the hell have I still failed to prove anything to you .” He said

He walked away trying not to sprint.

#tdi #total drama #tdwt #alejandro burromuerto #td alejandro burromuerto #total drama world tour #team chris is really really really really hot #noah sterecra #tdwt noah #tdi noah #td noah #total drama noah #tdwt tyler #tdi alejandro #tdi owen #tdwt alejandro #td alejandro #total drama owen #td owen #alenoah #aletyler #nowen #td nowen #total drama alejandro #total drama izzy #td izzy #izzy td #tdi izzy #td tyler #total drama tyler

[hidingoutbackstage]

Uhh I’m in a creative block so I can’t give you a specific prompt per se, but something Chamberfield 👀 for love and yuri?

Hell yeah peace love and yuri (putting beneath a cut so as not to clog anyone’s dash but yuri should NEVER be hidden <3 so pls read)

Claire was a special kind of homesick. The kind where she was sitting here, in her two bedroom apartment, at the table eating cereal she’d gotten from the grocery store down the street, while wearing cozy pajamas. In all perspectives, she couldn’t be more home. And yet here she was, missing home desperately, because home wasn’t the two wooden chairs where one slightly rocks and the other creaks when sat on, home wasn’t the couch from a a garage sale with a few cigarette burns and various stains, home wasn’t the nightlight in her bedroom that she’d had since she was a child to keep her from waking up terrified and screaming in the dark.

Home was a person, a person who was currently halfway around the world, a person who Claire could feel as she wore said person’s cozy sweatshirt, as she gazed happily at a framed photo of the two of them on the windowsill, as her sloppy handwritten grocery list hung from the fridge with a heart shaped magnet. Despite the lingering feeling of her presence, Rebecca, Claire’s home, was not here, and Claire was getting sick with yearning.

Claire sighed, finally picking up her phone. She told herself she wouldn’t do this today, but to hell with it. She was missing her girlfriend more and more by the day, and she was growing sick of wanting. She flipped open her phone and went into her contacts. To hell with international cell phone charges too.

Of course Becky picked up, because it was Claire who was calling her. Claire half-expected her significant other to lecture her first about being unable to go a day without talking to her, but that never came. She simply answered the phone with a smile apparent in her voice. She called Claire “darling” as she always did, in that sing-song way she was so fond of that made Claire’s heart melt a little bit.

Bashfully, as if they were teenagers, Claire admitted to Becky why she had called. It was probably a given to both women, but Becky “awww”ed like it was the first time she’d heard Claire say the words “I miss you.”

They made idle chit chat. How was Philosophy University? It was good. How was work at home? It was boring. Have you heard from Chris lately? No, have you? No. Watch anything good recently? Not really, you? Not really. Tried out a new recipe for eggs. Oh how was it? I think I added too much oregano. Oh well, maybe next time. Maybe I’ll make it for you. Sounds perfect.

“I really miss you,” Claire blurted out. She dropped her spoon in her mostly-empty bowl of cereal, making a satisfying clang as it fell.

“I really miss you too,” Rebecca said automatically. “I wish I didn’t have to be out here so long, but-”

“Becky, you don’t have to explain anything. It’s work, I get it,” Claire said with a huff. “I just wish work didn’t separate you from me for so long.”

“Well, that’s what these phone calls are for, isn’t it?” She was trying to be gentle, Claire could tell.

“I know, I know,” Claire groaned. “Gd, I’m so clingy. I don’t know how you aren’t sick of me.”

Rebecca just laughed. “Darling, you know I could never get sick of you.” She made a little kiss noise through the phone. “I love you too much.”

They’d been saying those words for years, but sometimes they’d catch Claire off guard and fill her with youthful giddiness. “Yeah, I know.”

“You should distract yourself more when I’m not there.” Ah, Becky. Always a problem-solver. “Go out and do stuff with your other friends.”

Claire snorted. “What other friends? The ones that are as busy as we are?”

“Work friends, then.”

“Is this your polite way of telling me to fuck off and stop calling you, my dear?” Claire teased. Rebecca scoffed.

“I’m trying to help my lovely wife come up with some things to do in her spare time,” Rebecca said monotonously, clearly not even realizing her verbal blunder. Claire did, though, and straightened up to attention.

“Wife?” she blurted out. Rebecca was silent for a minute. “Hun?”

“…Listen,” Rebecca started, and Claire just burst out laughing.

“Oh, hun, you can’t just call me that and expect me to stop missing you!”

“I think of you like that sometimes, okay? We live together, we’ve been dating for a while, I…some of my students have asked if I have a boyfriend, and…”

“Becky, you are so cute,” Claire teased. “It’s fine. That was adorable.”

Rebecca sighed. “Can I hang up now or will you hate me forever? I’m supposed to be meeting with the university director in a few.”

Claire snickered. “Go on, my wife, go do your school things. I’ll just be here thinking about it for the rest of the day.”

Rebecca sputtered, and Claire could picture the woman’s cute blushing face. “I love you. Bye.”

“Bye, my wife!” Claire called giddily as she hung up.

The sharp pang of homesickness in Claire’s heart had faded, replaced by the soft, warm embrace of love.

#sid answers #sid writes #mutuals #nox #feel free to send more prompts!!! #rebecca chambers #claire redfield #chamberfield #SORRY this took a sec but it’s sooo cute

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

july 4, 2021 7:30 p.m. adam's house

[wyatt] i'm gonna ask again...

[grant] alright, well, let me put it this way. what i didn’t like was very, very specific to me. it was a me thing and you are totally different than me. we are different people and the time period won’t even remotely be the same for us, so things will have changed. so, the experience i had isn’t going to be the one you would have. it’s not worth talking about because it just doesn’t matter.

[wyatt] boo, that’s not an answer.

[grant] okay, yeah, i hated it. still, i would absolutely, like, with every fiber in my being and all of my heart encourage you to go play college hockey if you’re interested. and yes, at the school i went to, if you’re interested in that school in the future. it’s so far off from now that you shouldn’t worry about it but you know what your dreams are and you should follow them. don’t ever listen to anyone else. do what you want. you know yourself best.

[grant] the only thing i'd say–and this goes for literally everything in life–is that if you do something and think it’s going to be amazing and you find out it’s not, trust yourself enough to leave and change paths. don’t stay with something if you’re not having a good, healthy, or safe time.

[grant] now i'm really going to get off my soapbox. i'm not here to lecture you. boring! gross! i'm supposed to be the fun uncle.

[wyatt] safe? did you get arrested or something? my friend at school has a big brother in college and he's in jail for selling cocaine.

[ezra] HAHAHAHA!

[grant] uhh–

[grant] i don’t know what to say but, uhh, i have never been arrested.

[wyatt] so, you didn't get arrested like papa?

[grant] you know about uncle paddy going to jail?

[ezra] he has his mugshots in his car!

[grant] oh, i forgot about that.

[wyatt] wait, why did you call him–

[grant] uncle paddy?

[wyatt] he’s your dad.

[grant] oh, no, buddy, i'm about to destroy your whole worldview…

[ezra] hey, the dragon is here! geez, the head chopping thing took soooooo long.

[grant] yay, alduin time! RIP to the others, though.

[grant] but, um, buddy, he’s not my dad. and your dad isn’t my brother.

[wyatt] liar!

[grant] i didn’t know you didn’t know!

[wyatt] how’s he not your dad? you wear glasses like him! and you laugh like him!

[ezra] wait, what?

[grant] i guess you’re confused because he calls me his son? and, well, your dad and his siblings and i call each other by, like, sibling-y terminology.

[grant] my mom is your grandfather and aunt bridget’s older sister.

[ezra] no! great-grandma aoife and great-grandpa joseph don’t have another–

[grant] no, no, they do.

[ezra] you're lying! liar liar pants on fire!

[grant] i am telling the honest truth! and i'm sorry to surprise! i really thought you knew.

[ezra] well, uh, you can still be uncle grant because you’re cool. you fly planes and do cool stuff like that, and you’re nice and funny and good at video games.

[grant] aww, i still make the cut? i'm still good enough to be an uncle?

[wyatt] of course! but if you become less funner than uncle alex, then you’re gonna get fired from the uncle job.

[grant] at least i know the terms of the contract!

[grant] but damn, you don’t like alex?

[wyatt] he’s kind of annoying. and he and lilly have a crusty white dog. i'm scared of crusty white dogs. they look evil. they’re gonna eat my limbs in my sleep.

[grant] that’s very oddly specific.

[ezra] i'm scared of sporks.

[grant] sporks?

[ezra] and i don’t like ladders.

[grant] okay, but sporks?

[ezra] it’s a fork but uglier and stupider.

[grant] you know what? valid. you’re not wrong.

[wyatt] i hate clowns, too!

[grant] also valid.

[wyatt] you aren’t scared of anything?

[grant] lithium-ion battery fires.

[wyatt] what?

[ezra] that’s a lot of big words.

[grant] yeah, lithium-ion battery fires, especially on a plane, and people being mean to me. germs, too. can’t forget germs.

[wyatt] if i sneeze into an open hand, would it make you cry?

[grant] yeah, a little bit.

[grant] don’t make me summon the crusty white dogs.

[ezra] summon! summon! summon!

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts4 screenshots #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #this scene is for the lore lovers just fyi #holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: grant #hlcn: ezra #hlcn: wyatt

[bunnypansy]

A Fist Amidst The Hands

Rated PG, please view with caution!

The first episode of a series; Riddle is on a downward spiral, and with the "help" of delinquent classmate, he might be able to burn his college career to the ground.

Featuring: Riddle Rosehearts, Floyd Leech, (background appearances of Cater, Deuce, and Ace)

Beware! This film contains: Floyd x Riddle as the main ship, explicit self harm, uhh kinda implied delusions on Riddle's part, College au, hurt no comfort, mentions of violence, implied gang activity with the Leech twins, this is just a slow descant into madness guys buckle in

If you could call Riddle Rosehearts anything, it would be uptight. Not a hair out of place, not a second late; surgical precision seemed to be instinctual to him. The foolish amongst Night Raven College admired him, the more knowing pitied him; but most were just fucking annoyed.

For one, he was the strictest RA on campus, getting away with anything was second only to rocket science; and second, he was the kind of model student that professors pointed out in classrooms and lectures for his pristine notes and spotless attendance record. To put it shortly, he made everyone around him look bad. It was anyone's guess as to if that was his intent- people were inclined to believe the worst, purely out of annoyance.

All in all, there were plenty of reasons to hate Riddle, especially tonight, because Riddle had decided it was the perfect night for a room check. In no small part because of the party local junior Cater Diamond was throwing in his dorm tonight; but no sooner than he started on his way to Cater's dorm did a freshman come barreling down the hall towards him

"RIDDLE!!" Deuce's voice carried through the dorm.

"Deuce, quiet down! And no running in the halls!" Half the building could've heard Deuce screaming. "It's late, you'll wake people."

The freshman was flushed and flustered, sweating as he apologized, dropping his voice to a stage whisper. "Sorry, sorry; it's just- there's a fight in the bathroom!"

A hiss of annoyance pressed through Riddle's teeth. "Who is it? Which bathroom?"

"It's the first floor boy's room," the instant Deuce clued him in, Riddle started stalking off towards the elevator. "And it's Ace and some guy I don't know!"

They squeezed into the elevator, Riddle hardly giving Deuce time to enter before pressing the ground floor button. "Describe him."

The tapping foot, crossed arms, narrowed eyes; Riddle was growing impatient. "Uh, stupid tall, and skinny, with greeny-blue hair!"

In the course of seconds, Riddle went properly red in the face, jabbing the first floor button as fast as he could. "Fu- he's- I CAN'T BELIEVE-"

Deuce pressed himself into the farthest corner of the elevator and quietly prayed.

The elevator doors parted and Riddle took off like a force of nature. The clacks of his shoes against the floor like thunder, the building near trembled as RA Rosehearts tore through the common room. The boys bathroom floor slammed open and Riddle was greeted with a blood-pressure spiking sight.

Ace Trappola, a first year and general nuisance, beaten halfway to a bloody pulp and still struggling in the grasp of Floyd Leech.

"Floyd!" Riddle shouted from his chest, gaining both boys' attention.

Floyd had been holding Ace by the collar, a sick grin of enjoyment spread over his lips, but Riddle's yelling had snapped him out of it.

"Ah- hey goldfishy!" In an instant, Floyd dropped Ace to the tile, like a child growing bored of a toy.

Ace let out a long low groan of pain as his head hit the floor, but didn't yet move. "What the hell are you doing here? Do you know how many rules you're violating right now?!" Riddle prompted.

"Oh, just blowing off some steam!" Floyd nudged Ace's bruised up cheek with his shoe, watching his face scrunch up with pain. "Little crabby seriously helped out."

"Leave my freshman alone." Riddle made a little gesture for Deuce to go help his fellow first year. "What are you doing here?"

It was key to keep Floyd distracted, the man was 6 '1 and stronger than everyone in the room combined, not to mention highly temperamental and punch-happy; if Floyd felt so inclined to paint Riddle purple, he could and would.

"Ohhh, you know… just messing around." his gaze slowly pulled away from Riddle to Ace and Deuce on the floor. For a long moment, Deuce and Floyd made eye contact.

"In my dorm? Do you want to be arrested?" Riddle snapped at Floyd, shooting his dorm members a warning look.

"Auuuuugh, nooo!" Floyd let out a long groan of childish displeasure. "Jade is getting tired of bailing me out!"

Where both of those boys get all that money is lost on Riddle, but he's sure he wouldn't like to know anyway. "You'd think you'd learn after all that time. Get out of here already, won't you?"

Deuce is clumsily getting Ace to his feet so they can hobble to the door, just a bit longer. "Eh? But I'm not done..." Floyd turns his eyes back onto the freshman with an eerie glint, then flits back to Riddle. "You know, goldfishy, you're cute when you get all squirmy like that."

Riddle wiped the stupid, concerned expression from his face- he wouldn't give Floyd the satisfaction. Then, in a bold move, Riddle marches up to Floyd and grasps his upper arm in a tight grip, dragging him from the building. Both of them know that Floyd is letting Riddle yank him away, the man is twice Riddle's size and could probably bench press him on a bad day. Instead he's following the RA out of the Heartslaybul lobby and into the parking lot outside with a series of pleased giggles.

Floyd is still grinning when Riddle drops his arm and glowers at him. "Go home."

"But Ace still owes me money, that's not fair!" He whines like a petulant child, and for a moment Riddle considers how difficult it would be to knock Floyd out and drive him home himself. Too difficult. He wouldn't fit in the trunk.

"I'll make sure you get your money, one way or another." Riddle assured, quickly growing tired- it had gone from semi-late to far past due very quickly. "Please just leave."

Floyd tilted his head back to look at the stars while he thought, rocking back on his heels. "Nah." He sits down on a curb stop and holds a cigarette out to Riddle. "Smoke with me?"

With a sigh, Riddle takes the cigarette and tucks it into his pocket as he sits beside Floyd. "No, thank you, I don't smoke."

"Then why'd you take it, huh?" Floyd sounds smug, like he's caught Riddle in something.

"It's contraband. I should search your pockets for that." Riddle scolds emptily as Floyd pulls a second menthol Marlboro from his pocket.

He flicks a piece of pocket lint off of the filter and places the cigarette between his lips. "Yeah, yeah, shut up. You got a light?"

There's a heavy sigh while Riddle takes a little matchpad from his pocket and strikes a match head against the worn down lighting strip. Floyd leans closer when Riddle holds out the flame, letting it lick the tip of the cigarette. He pocketed the matchbook again and watched while Floyd breathed out a cloud of smoke into the air.

"Why can't you stay out of my hair?" Riddle regrets asking when Floyd leans nearly nose to nose with him, puffing that nicotine heavy breath into his face.

"Cus' it's fun." Floyd takes another drag, then blows it directly into Riddle's face. Riddle waved away the scent with a hand, but didn't cough.

"Lovely. Well," he stands up from the curb stop, "I'll be leaving. Return to your dorm after you finish that."

Floyd gives a lazy salute, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Screw off already."

Riddle grits his teeth for a second, and nearly picks a fight over that- but decides against it. He's far too tired, even Cater's party had slipped from his mind, he hardly cared anymore.

The building was quiet enough for Riddle's taste when he stalked his way up to his dorm room; either way he didn't feel like scolding his dorm members into getting their rest, he had an exam to study for, the rest could sink or swim for all he cared.

His dorm, a single and neat as a pin, was similarly comforting. Riddle removed his shoes at the door- he only owned the one pair, so he had no need for a shoe rack--and padded across the cold wooden floor. The chair tucked into his desk was far from comfortable on his boney body, but at least his desk sat in front of the window, he got a good enough view of the rose garden. Riddle opened his window to get a breath of the fresh night air, a sigh of relief passing his lips as the slight breeze ghosted over his soft skin. A deep breath, taken with the hopes that the earthy scent of the roses after rain would sink into his bones. If he leaned forward far enough, hands planted on the wooden desktop, he could feel the moonlight on his closed eyelids.

Riddle sank back into his chair- he considered yelling at the furniture when it creaked beneath his meager weight. What did a chair have to complain for? Such a charmed life it led! No one to expect a thing of him, no work to perform. Jealous of a chair. That was truly pathetic, if mother were here now- Riddle slammed his hands over his ears hard enough to make them ring, as if the pain could drown out his thoughts. He knew well that his hands alone could not do the job.

Riddle peeled his hands away from his temples, fingers quivering as he pulled off his gloves and placed them on the desktop. Forfeiting studies for this, he could imagine the look on his mother’s face. His lungs burned as he took each shuddering breath, his blistered fingers stinging as they fumbled within his pockets, searching for his match pad. Riddle hissed in discomfort as he rubbed his raw blisters against the strike of the match book, but didn’t stop himself.

Even miles separated, his mother stayed at his side, hovering over Riddle’s shoulder and hissing reprimands into his ears; reminding him to remain diligent, never lose sight of the ultimate goal- she never quite defined what that was. More often than not, Riddle couldn't get away with dispelling his mother's words from his head; areas too public or equipped with smoke alarms, but in the privacy of his dorm, Riddle was free.

A simple flick of the wrist and Riddle held fire in his hands. The flame flitted and swished at the match head, a hungry animal crawling down the wooden stalk of the match until it licked the tips of Riddle's fingers. The heat brought blisters to the surface of Riddle's skin, a seating pain that seemed to make the words of his mother burn away as well. The match had gone dead and smoking, shriveled from the voracity of the fire.

Riddle stared at the cold body in his palm, devoid of the life the flames had once brought it. The poor match, it had never signed up for this; or did it know its fate? Was it only waiting to go hurtling down its path to the blazing future ahead? Silly thoughts to have about a match, silly thoughts he could do with setting ablaze. Another match, then. The first found it's grave within the trash, the next awaiting it's destiny in his matchbook.

It took a lot to satisfy Riddle, that was well enough known, and by the time he'd made peace with himself, he had made a right mess of himself. Black ash collected under his fingernails and stained the tips of his fingers to match the fierce pain in his skin, the sting of burns and stretch of pus filled blisters. What a moron he'd been at the time, wasting precious hours of studying or sleeping with this nonsense, not to mention the difficulties he'd face taking notes with his hands in the state they were in. With a strained hiss, he forced his leather gloves on over his injuries; a punishment, well deserved for his foolishness, and the wounds would heal eventually, anyway. Thin black stripes were left on the desktop as he swept the collection of dead matches into the trash can; there was hardly anything in there besides matches and tissues, though Riddle never got sick.

The voice in the back of his head draws close, a little bit quieter than before. Hands smooth over Riddle's shoulders, and Riddle is a child again, small as he stumbles into his twin bed at the hand of his mother. She whispers to him, a soft ‘time for bed, dear’ as she sits him down on the edge of the mattress. Riddle is 9 years old, his mother uses gentle hands as she wrestles his little brown oxfords from his feet and sets them aside. She helps him out of his shorts and little white button up.

Lazy and loathing, on this night Riddle barely works his way out of his pants and blazer before he flops onto his once tidy sheets. The shitty provided mattress is firm and unforgiving, but Riddle appreciates the meager softness anyway. Laid out on his side, Riddle tucked his knees up to his chest, not bothering to shuffle under the blankets but pull them over top of himself into he was wrapped in a clumsy cocoon.

Tomorrow. He'd clean the desk tomorrow, he'd make his bed tomorrow, he'd be good again tomorrow.

This is the end of today's showing! Thank you for viewing, have a good day

We'll see if I can ever manage to shit out another one of these, but I like how it's turning out so far (:

#pansy writes #ratedPG #riddle rosehearts #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #tw self loathing #tw self harm #twst riddle #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland riddle #floyd x riddle #twst floyd #floyd leech #riddle x floyd #fiddle #florid #light angst #twst angst #college au #hurt/no comfort

[jaye-of-the-glen]

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Jaye sleeps. Her dreams no longer trouble her, but they remain mysterious. What does she dream of? The past? A memory? Could it be hers? If not, then whose?

The Aviar woman is tall & elegant, her tarsi & feet dark. Curiously, her feathers are nearly all white, unusual for her age. Ah, but... the inquisitive boy looks closer. Yes, there are splotches of reddish gold among her feathers. Curious, very curious indeed.

She continues to lecture her class in French. She is reading from what is fast becoming his favorite book, a story of a pilot & a mysterious boy, & the stories within that story. Many of the people within it remind him in some ways of his friends. So he listens, enraptured, until suddenly the bell rings, & he is snapped out of the wonderful dream of stars & tiny planets.

Shyly, he approaches the new teacher after class. "Bonjour mon élève. Comment ça va?" she greets him. "Ça va, bien," he replies. He searches through his memory for the correct phrase. "Uh, sil vous plait- uh, bonne- uhh..." She laughs in her lilting, musical way. "Non, non, it is fine, English will do. You are enjoying the story?" He rocks on his heels shyly. "Very much, Madame. I just wanted to thank you." She smiles warmly. "It is not often a student goes out of their way to thank me for simply reading to them. But I have rarely seen one so enamoured of this book than you. But unfortunately, I cannot stay long. I must return to my other work."

She tucks a few things in a bag & grabs an aviator cap off a stand, not unlike the one in the illustrations of the pilot in the book. What I wouldn't give for a hat like that, the boy thought. His teacher heads for the door, & the boy jogs after her. Once outside the small single-classroom building, she locks the door & tightens the leather straps of her cap. From a pocket on her bag she pulls out a pair of goggles. "À demain?" She asks the boy. "Will you be here tomorrow?" "Uhh, yes, I mean- oui!" She laughs again. "Tres bien, tres bien. Until then!" She stretches her massive arm-wings out to their full length, & the boy backs away hurriedly but continues to watch. Flight had always been a fascination to him, whether by Aviar or machine. Someday he hoped to build his own aeroplane. His teacher does one final check, then, with a running start, flaps her massive wings until she takes off into the sky. The boy watched her fly away, thinking of another boy, watching a man in a plane.

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Another dream... another time? Who can say...

She is always excited whenever he visits. Him, the one who always brings her such lovely books & reads stories to her. The last time she saw him, he promised that he would read to her something very different, but very interesting. As the flying machine touched down, she ran over, laughing. The man stepped down & loosed the straps on his aviator cap, laughing also. "What did I tell you about running up to me while the flying machine still makes noise, my student?" She screeches to a stop & shyly rocks on her feet. "Um, it's not safe?" she offered bashfully. "Yes, it's not safe," he replied. "A flying machine is very pretty, but also very dangerous. Only I know how to operate it. Maybe someday I will teach you, after my son learns. He is very eager as well."

She hops around on her feet around him. The machine's noise had long since stopped, & she was excited. "Wha'd you bring me? What are we going to read?" she pestered. He laughed again, in that broad, yet somehow musical way. "Alright, alright, you've waited enough, I suppose." He pulls a book out from his satchel. "I think you're old enough to understand, so today we're going to be reading from my favorite book." She stops quickly in her tracks. "Is it a boring book?" she inquires. He raises an eyebrow. "Boring? Have I ever read you a boring book? But I know what you mean," he chuckles. "No, this is a proper story. I had to find a version in the right language, but here." He shows her the cover, & her eyes widen in excitement. A small boy sits atop a small sphere of rock, looking out into a star-filled sky. A single rose planted beneath a glass case rests next to him. "Ooooh, what's it about?" she asks. "Many things," he replies. "I think you will like it very much. Come on, let's head inside & start reading." And together, they went off into the woods towards her home.

#jaye dreams #jaye narrates #\\ooc: #made this a twofer since we only got one request #really wanted to convey both of these together bc of how much they echo each other #we really enjoyed writing this #the teacher in particular - she's based on a real-life french teacher of ours who we love & still keep in touch with #os game rp

[manygalaxiesinone]

Prinny Instructor Charlie & Vaggie Pt. 5

Valvatorez: "That concludes today's lecture, however there is still time before we begin combat training. Therefore, I would like everyone have a quick recap over everything we've discussed thus far. Here to aid us is none other than Charlie Morningstar."

Charlie: "Huh? Oh! Is it my time to shine?" Goes up to Valvatorez.

Valvatorez: "Charlie here along with her companion are upcoming prinny instructors. I expect each of you to get along well with one another throughout the year."

Charlie: "Hi everyone! As Val sensei said, I'm Charlie and I'm pretty new here, so it's nice to meet you all."

Prinnies: "Greetings, Charlie dood!"

Charlie: "Wow, such a positive response. Already off to a good start. Alright, recap. How about this, I'll ask you guys a question and if you get it right, I'll give you 10 HL? A nice way to start off your lives after graduation, right?"

Prinnies: "Aye aye, dood!"

Charlie: "Alright, let's kick things off with an easy one. What's prinny rule #1?"

Prinny: "Always use "dood" in every line, dood!"

Charlie: "Correct! Here's your 10 HL!"

Prinny: "Thank you so much, Charlie!"

Valvatorez: "You there, prinny! How could you get the question correct and immediately forget to use the line?!"

Prinny: "I-I'm sorry, Lord Valvatorez dood! It slipped out of excitement!"

Valvatorez: "Too late. You must start over from level one."

Charlie: "Isn't that a little harsh? It was an honest mistake."

Valvatorez: "You mustn't be too complacent with the prinnies, Charlie. Proper discipline but be placed to keep them in shape for when they depart."

Charlie: "That sounds so mean though..."

Valvatorez: "Mean? What are you, 4? I'm not insisting that you act cruel to the prinnies. In fact, I encourage the opposite, however, a proper balance must be kept between a prinny and their instructor. This is important for their reincarnation."

Charlie: "Mmm... I'll try to keep that in mind."

Valvatorez: "Excellent. I humbly apologize for the interruption. By all means, please continue your recap questionnaire."

Charlie: "Okay let's see... Oh! When are prinnies allowed to spend their money?"

Prinny: "Only on food and equipment because we need money for our reincarnation, dood!"

Charlie: "That's right!" Tosses 10 HL "Next, who came up with the standard Prinny Contract?"

Prinny: "The first President of Hades, dood!"

Charlie: "Right again!"

-later-

Charlie: "You all are some bright prinnies. I'll have to come up with some harder questions later on. For now, it's time for training. Fenrich and Vaggie should be waiting for you all in the training grounds right now. Good luck!"

Prinnies: "See you later, dood!"

Valvatorez: "Not bad, Charlie. Quite the unique idea for a recap session. I'll have to keep this in mind myself for future reference."

Charlie: "Really?"

Valvatorez: "Well, I'll consider swapping out the 10 HL reward for fresh sardines, but it is a clever progress check."

Charlie: "Thanks Val sensei! Just wait, I'll come up with even more ideas later on!"

Valvatorez: "I'll expect nothing less."

Fuka: "Valzyyyyy! You in here?! Did your class end yet?!"

Valvatorez: "The door is open, lass. You may enter."

Fuka: Enters. "Ha! I knew it! See Desco, we picked the perfect time!"

Desco: "What a relief. Desco was so worried she might be interrupting an important lecture."

Charlie: "Um... hi?"

Fuka: "Hey, who's the blonde haired lady?"

Desco: "Desco doesn't know, but this lady looks pretty, Big Sis."

Fuka: "Well... she has good skin care, I'll give her that."

Charlie: blushes. "Uhh... thank you?"

Valvatorez: "That's right, I never properly introduced the two of you. Lasses, this is Charlie Morningstar, a new prinny instructor candidate."

Charlie: "It's nice to meet you both."

Fuka: "Prinny Instructor? What made you want to take up this job? I'm guessing you're either bored, desperate for cash, or hiding your identity as some famous person like Valzy did."

Charlie: "Well, I am the princess of Hell... does that count?"

Fuka & Desco: ".......... YOU'RE WHAT?!!!"

#disgaea 4 #hazbin hotel #valvatorez #prinny #fuka kazamatsuri #desco #desco kazamatsuri #charlie morningstar

[neoruby-loves-ut-aus]

First day of the sneaky Princess at Humans and Monsters Academy

James: Little sis and bro, are you ready?

Clara and David: Yes sir!! *talks to each other in minds since they can read minds like their siblings, cousins and their mother Sun and aunt Moon* I wonder who will be our first friend and which teacher we can prank on the fourth day

Sun: I read your minds kids, you might get caught and I don't want your father to be angry again.

Clara: But Mom, you're way more angry than him, nevermind, love you Mom and Dad, we're off to school 😁😁

Dream: Bye kids!!

*At the Academy*

Clara: Hi, I'm Clara! I'm new here!!

Random student: Wait.... isn't she the third daughter of the Guardian of Positivity?!

Another student: You bet and I guess that's her younger brother Prince David.

James: *in mind* Oh boy, here we go 🙁

Almost every boy to Clara: Princess Clara, please date me!!!

Clara: *speechless and confused*

David: Uhh, bro, where's Elys and others?

*then a blonde haired boy with blue eyes comes*

The boy: Hey! Give them some space!!

*the students didn't listen*

*the boy grabs Clara and David and runs to an empty classroom where no one can find them*

The boy: phew, at least they're gone. The name's Ryan Stevenson. It must be annoying to be surrounded by them.*in mind* This girl seems nice and wait...am I falling in love at first sight?!

Clara: Yeah....*in mind* he's kinda hot and kind tho.

David: *reads both of their minds* *in mind* I wouldn't mind her but we're lucky that James isn't here.

Ryan: You're my new classmate I guess because the teacher said so, we're gonna be late.

David: Ok, I'll just ask a random teacher.

*after a few moments when the class was started with the teacher introducing Clara*

Teacher: Students, this is Princess Clara, the third daughter of the Guardian of Positivity, Dream.

Random spoiled student: pfft, as if she thinks she is a princess than what I am.

Teacher: Gloria!! Enough of your self-boasting!! Apologies, your majesty.

Clara: It's okay ma'am, I'll get used to this life and I hope I can get new friends.

Ryan: *in mind* wow, this Princess is really humble as she doesn't mind sitting with common people like us.

*class lessons starts*

*after class when it's break*

Clara: Man it's so boring!!! I hardly slept when the lecture began!!

A kind girl: Yes, well my name's Eva Woods.

Clara: Nice to meet you, Eva.

*Gloria and her gang of spolied kids appear*

Gloria: Well well well, look who's here. The fake 'Princess' along with the weakling.

Clara: HEY!! WATCH YOUR TONE BRAT!! YOU CAN'T INSULT MY NEW FRIEND LIKE THAT!!

Gloria: Oh really? What you're gonna do? Well let's make a deal, meet me at the park after school.

Clara: Deal.

*the gang walks away*

Sofia: Yo!! You must be the new student!! I'm Sofia!

Clara: Hi Sofia! I'm Clara! Btw, who wants to join me now 'cause I brought an entire box of pizza!!

Eva, Ryan and Sofia: HELL YEAH!! LET'S DIVE IN!!

Gloria: *seeing her at a distance* I JUST WANT THAT PIZZA!! HOW CAN SHE BE MORE RICHER THAN ME?!

*after school*

Clara: So, I made friends with two girls named Sofia and Eva and a boy named Ryan.

Hermione: Wow, you made a lot of friends on the first day! Wondering how many friends you would get tomorr-

Gloria: HEY CLARA THE STINKY APE! I BET YOU'RE SCARED TO FIGHT HAHA LOL!

*her gang laughs and teases Clara*

James: *whispers* I think it's time to show them who's boss since we're far away from school.

Clara: Fine brat, you asked for it. *uses yellow magic on Gloria*

Gloria: HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING YO MY SOU-

*Clara levitates her and smacks her down to the ground hard in such a way blood did not fall but she can only feel tremendous pain*

One of the spoiled girls: What have done you freak?!

Clara: *summons her yellow fire like powers and threatens to use it on her* this is my final warning, get out.

*the gang flees in fear*

*at home they narrated everything and Sun and Dream were proud of their daughter*

*evening*

Clara: *alone in her room* *sighs*

*mutters* that boy was cute 🥺

James: *in mind* if my sister Clara has a crush on someone, that boy better be nice to her or I'll yeet him.

*meanwhile*

James: And that's how Clara's day went.

Star: uhhhhhh......

Alexander: That's kinda good not gonna lie. Oh someone's trying to flirt with Hermione and she seems uncomfortable.

James: WHO'S WHAT?! *overprotective brother mode on* *teleports away*

Twyla: Well it's kinda nice that she made friends with my original.

Elys: Yeah, welp see you all tomorrow at school.

Alexander: Same, bye!!

Humans and Monsters Academy belongs to @humansandmonstersacademy and @sofiathehooman

Dreamtale frans kids belongs to me

Star Sofia, Twyla Sofia and Dreamlevel belongs to me and @sofiathehooman

Elys belongs to @shayromi

Underlevel belongs to @sofiathehooman

Sun Frisk belongs to me

Dream Sans belongs to @jokublog

#gacha club #dreamtale #gachaclub #gacha character #undertale au #dream sans #nightmare sans #frisk oc #sun frisk #utmv #elys #frans child #frans ship #princess hermione #prince james #princess clara #prince david #alexander #nightmare jr #twyla sofia #star! sofia #star sofia #sofiathehooman #neo ruby #neoruby #neoruby loves ut aus #shayromi #sans x frisk #frans #undertale frans

[moxxiejoestar]

The gang members of stardust crusader army discuss their childhood memories (4/4)

Jean Pierre Polnareff/Jean P. Polnareff: *comes out from coco jumbo the turtle* is talking about our troubles... Who wants to hear mine?

Giorno: Dammit Polnareff, don't creep up like that!

Tails: Oh this should be good.

Speedwagon: Oh, there you are! I wonder what you have in for us today.

Polnareff: you all think school has treated you better or for worse? One time in fourth grade I was threatened by my principal & she threatened to have her family hunt me down when all I was doing was playing a game that had guns!

Seven of them: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Polnareff: Yes, what the fuck indeed. It's true, back then when I was just an innocent boy, I got in trouble for playing a game at recess called "Black Ops" I didn't know what it was until they introduced it to me, so I went along, acted as if I was holding a rifle in my hands & "shoot" at people. Then after a while, bitch principal comes out here & tells me, ONLY me to come to her office. To my confusion, I was worried & scared, she dragged me to her office & then I had a photo of her husband shown right in front of me, yelling at me telling me that he's going to come down here & arrest me, she also grabs another photo with all her family & threatens me that they're going to find me. Do you know how much that fucked me up in my childhood?! I NEVER TRIED PLAYING A GAME AT RECESS EVER AGAIN BECAUSE THAT BITCH HAD TO TARGET ONLY ME & NOT THE OTHER 7 PEOPLE PLAYING THE GAME! OH! What about the time when I got in a fight with a big dumbass confederate kid who thinks he was hot shit? Wyatt was the biggest twat I've ever met, he repeatedly called me a nazi over & over. I made the decision & wrote a big swastika on his binder. Let's see him call me a Nazi now! Oh there was a time where I made a kid bleed from his nose, ultimately causing him to cry all the way back to the nurses office! Oh what about that time where I verbally abused my middle school math teacher? I turned the entire class from a loud ruckus into a silent herd of pigs! That math teacher never once recovered from that. & just a door away, there was Ms. Edmonson. Oh where did I even start with this bitch? Oh I know, DIRECTLY ASSOCIATING ME WITH THE BAD KIDS ALL BECAUSE OF MY BAD RECORD! The fattest principal in za warudo (za warudo = the world) had to come & take me away, I forgot her name but I'll get to it in a second, she takes me away & test my patience by thinking I'm sooooo smart all the sudden, never once taking into account that I am to learn, not teach the teacher. Cambell! That's her name, Mrs. Cambell was no doubt THE worst principal I have ever met! I got in trouble because of that confederate kid, the algebra teacher, my English teacher & my history teachers, you think you had a rough life? BOI I'm just getting started! Another day, another harassment, Confederate loser comes up to me & keeps stepping my shoes, I turned around grabbing a locker door & slammed his face right in & started to beat the fuck out of him! He pushed me away & pinned me down at a locker, I slammed his face right onto the door of that one & repeatedly kept slammed his head in until he was light-headed! "Not much of a fighter, are ya, partner? Does it hurt when I do that? It does! Doesn't it?" *psycho blood bath, evil, satanic & demonic laughing in French noise* The fight was stopped by teacher who grabbed me out of that carnage & I was forced to go to the office, along with that asshole. Long lectures, boring lectures. It meant nothing to me. I was shocked to hear that I was the one who got suspended & he only had a "day off". You know a school is fucked when ever the principal backs the bully. I never forgotten that day & I remember it well.

Jotaro: uhh... I am at loss of word

Joseph: HOLY SHIT! (Same in JJBA: stardust crusader again)

Speedwagon: where do I even start with this...

Polnaref: Few years later, I return back, more pissed off that ever! I wanted to do something bad that I even considered shooting up the school as an option, but the only reason I didn't was because I am better than that. I still wanted to kill everybody in that school, make them suffer like I had suffered, but in the end, I didn't do it because despite all the harsh treatment I was given, I know I could succeed, with or without them.

Joseph: The fuck was wrong with you at the time?!

Giorno: I fucking can't believe you were even considered on shooting up your school! I wonder anyone as kid would have the guts to kill someone else!

Tails: This is even worse than Bruno's story.

Bruno: I relate to him quite literally in scenario.

Polnareff: That is what happens when you are pushed over a lot of times!

Tails: in my scientific opinion, you had a stressful past, polnareff!

Polnareff: No need to tell me twice. I regret nothing of what I done.

Bruno: Jesus christ polnareff...

Speedwagon: & to think this would've been a great round of hanging out, just to be caught off-guard by polnareff. God have mercy on all of us.

Moxxie: Yeah, hmm, uhh... I think I'll dip... It's getting a bit late now.

Joseph: Me too, it's been fun.

Jotaro: Right! Jotaro has to go to sleep too!

Giorn: Great, I'm pissing off from here too.

Tails: I have a freeze ray to relax with.

Brun: I'm gonna go in my room to play video games.

Polnareff: *waiting till everyone is gone* Ooh...! What a buzzkill I just did... *hops back in coco jumbo the turtle*

THE END

Here's original video if you wanted

#Youtube

[tiffanylamps]

tag the people you want to know better 🎉 thank you @teakrush for tagging me! This is super cool 😊 I hope you're doing well and that you had a nice time at church. I feel like my answers are gonna be super boring lol -> three ships (I'm going to reveal some of my lesser-known ships lol) - Han Joo Won/Kwon Hyuk, Beyond Evil (Look... I don't care what anyone says. I see what I see and... the tension between them fascinates me. I think I find their dynamic almost as interesting as jwds tbh) - Sally Albright/Harry Burns, When Harry Met Sally... (it's my favourite romcom. My fic take my name was actually adapted from a BE/WHMS au fic. I'll give you a very quick rundown: jwds meet when Dong Sik is a guest lecturer during Joo Won's final year at KNPU. They don't get on and the story follows them over the next decade, exploring how their lives continuously intercept and how deeply they end up meaning to one another) - Frodo Baggins/Samwise Gamgee, LOTR (what can I say??? they gay) -> first ever ship My first ever proper ship was merthur (Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Merlin). I looooooooove them. -> last song I'm currently listening to Change - Djo -> last movie the bf and I watched Life of Brian today, just cause. We've both seen it many, many times throughout our childhoods (as it's considered a comedy classic here in England). It still holds up and it's actually a fantastic mockery of celebrity, cults, and religion, and almost predicted the unhealthy culture/s on social media

-> currently reading looooooooooooooool oh god. uhm... I hate this question because I never have anything "high art" to give as my answer. I'm super shit at reading as well as finishing books, so lately, I kind of fell out of the habit of doing it. So, if I'm being honest and I am... the thing I'm currently reading is........ Banana Scandal. Ahhhh, I didn't mean to end up reading over a hundred chapters of porn, but I like the characters 😂😂 especially, Tae Hwan! He's my favourite character, I love how flawed he is and how all of his actions make sense (when you take his history into account). Ugh, I love a pathetic meanie (I won't say any more, as it will be super spoilery) ^ in case anyone wants to check that manhwa out, be aware that it's SUUUUUUPER nsfw

-> currently consuming uhh nothing, as I am chewing on gum lol -> currently craving I'm craving for my creativity to be rejuvenated. I miss writing but I have major writer's block at the moment, so literally, no words are coming to me. It's frustrating but I've been keeping myself busy by working on a special project (that's not writing), but it won't be shared until February 👀

no pressure tags: @hanjuwonsupporter @foolishmortal @loisroo @l-tyrell @b1uetrees @katierosefun @ettelwenailinon @evil-moonlight @daydreamletmeknow

#tag game #answered #thank you <3 #i feel like i'm opening myself up for judgement and tbf... i get it lol