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mountttmase · 2 years ago

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Good morninggg 🩷

You were sat in your dining room, dressed up to the nines, waiting for your husband to get home from work. If you were doing this then you were doing it properly, wanting this version of yourself to be his last memory of you. OMG LOZ, WHAT????

You looked fit for a funeral but it gave you the confidence boost you needed to get the job done. THIS MADE ME LAUGH A LOT😂🫢

Listen I'm scared of going on reading, she's married with someone else, true?TRUEEE?

Before you could think of anything else, you heard his key in the lock and the door slamming shut moments later. You watched as he entered the room, swinging his bag onto the sofa haphazardly before his eyes locked onto yours. GOD I'M ANXIOUS, WHO IS HIMMM

He is a proper pig, so no Mason 🫢🤞🏻

‘I’m leaving you’ THAT'S MY WOMAN

‘Oh, you’re serious’ he said, the smile on his face returning and it made your skin crawl. ‘Sure thing, babe’ he laughed again before going to stand, but the sound of you standing up from your chair kept him in is seat. O GO FUCK YOURSELF, PIECE OF SHIT, CONTROLLING PIG

‘I’d rather have nothing than stay another second here’ you told him calmly, before stepping away from the table, picking up your coat and making your way you the door. I WANT TO HUG HER SUPER TIGHT, BABY YOU'RE SOOO STRONG

As much as you hated to admit it, your now ex-husband was right, you really didn’t have many people in your life and he was the one that made sure of that. Isolating you from everyone so you became reliant on him. He knew you’d of left a lot quicker if you were surrounded by people that love you. OH BABE, MOUNT IS COMING IN YOUR WAY

NO WAIT SHE REFERES TO HER FRIENDS WHIT THEM SO NO SEX PRONOUN, IF ITS MASON ILL BE THE HAPPIER PERSON EVER

Before you knew it you were there, pulling up outside and punching in the code you had memorised. As soon as you were parked, you ran to the front door and pounded on it until it opened and you were met with the big brown eyes of Mason. O GOD, IT'S HIM, LOZZZZZ I'M SCREAMING, LISTEN THIS FIC IS ALREADY MY FAVOURITE🫢😂

‘Come on love, let’s get out inside and out the cold, yeah?’ He whispered and you nodded weakly, allowing him to pull you inside. After shutting the door with his hip, he slowly walked you over to his sofa where he sat beside you and pulled you back into him. You sobbed your little heart out whilst he held you as tightly as he could to his body. The only sounds coming from him were his little comments of encouragement, telling you that everything was okay and you were safe now. THAT'S HOW THE BEST LOVE STORIES STARTS, HE HAD TO HAVE BEEN SOOO HURT WHEN SHE GOT MARRIED TO ANOTHER MAN (PIG)

And that was the main reason for your tears, more relief than sadness. Yes you were sad your relationship of five years and marriage of three was finally over, yet that was outweighed by the lightness you felt in your chest of never having to see him again and the feel of the strong and safe arms around you now. YOU'RE ARE SAFE NOW LOVE🩷

You thought you were almost done crying but when Mason told you he was proud of you, you only sobbed harder. CAN I ALREADY BE IN LOVE WITH THEM?

He was the perfect gentleman at first, buying you gifts and taking you on trips. You loved being around him as he made you feel like a princess. He told you it was you and him against the world and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you. GOD, THEY ARE ALWAYS LIKE THAT, AND THEN WHEN THEY SHOW THE REAL THEMSELVES EVERY SHITTY THINGH IS THERE

When he proposed you said yes straight away and had a small wedding, just the two of you and some whitenesses. You knew you had hurt Mason by not inviting him as you’d always promised to be there for each other in the big moments. He had called you the day after and the sound of his broken voice made you feel more guilty than you ever had before, but you knew he couldn’t be there. Eric still thought the two of you were no longer in contact. OH, THAT HURT, I'M CRYING 😢 😭

I HATE MEN🤗

Oh, so he cheated on her too, can we delete him?

‘I mean it y/n I’m so fucking proud of you’ he told you again with a light kiss to your forehead. ‘I’m not gonna pretend like I knew exactly what was happening between the two of you but I never liked him and I think you know that.’ You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at this, nodding your head. ‘He made you not you, and I want you back’ he said with a sad smile. ‘I’m back’ you croaked and kissed your forehead again. OK, NOW I'M ON THE Y/N AND MASON TRAIN, ARE WE DEPARTING SOON? MUM AND DAD N.2

‘I need to ask you something’ he said with a more serious tone and you gulped before he continued. ‘You don’t have to tell me what happed, not if you don’t want to or if you do we can wait until you’re ready to talk but I need to know one thing and I need to you be honest with me okay?’ You just nodded and he took a breath before speaking. ‘Did he ever hurt you? You know like… physically?’ HE'S SO SCARED OF THE POSSIBLE ANSWER

‘Don’t be silly, I know how to the use the washing machine now’ he proudly boasted and you shook your head at his silliness. AHHAHAHA, MOUNT, FINALLY YOU LEARNED, YOU TORTURED YOUR MOTHER MAKING HER DRIVE AT YOURS TO WASH YOUR UNDERWEAR

‘So I kind of need to ask another favour’ you gulped. You knew it would probably be fine with what you were about to ask but you wanted to make sure anyway. He just nodded a waited for you to carry on. ‘I don’t really have anywhere else to go, and it won’t be for long I’ll sort myself out but can I stay with you for a bit?’ He looked back at you like you were asking the most obvious thing in the world before taking your hands in his. LOVE, THAT'S GOING TO BE YOUR HOUSE FOR EVER, DON'T WORRY

‘Now what do you say, you grab a quick shower and I’ll order us some dinner and then we have a movie night like we used to when we’re we’re kids?’ He suggested I LOVE THAT MAN, YOU ALWAYS WRITE HIM PERFECTLY, AND I CAN SEE HIM BEING LIKE YOU DESCRIBE HIM

‘I remember, Mason’ you said with a slight smile SILLY YOU😂

‘Thank you, Mase’ you whispered. Stepping towards him and kissing his cheek before turning on your heel to walk up his stairs. You knew he hadn’t moved yet, clearly watching you walk up and you were wondering what had come over him all of a sudden but the thought of being under the warm water kept your legs moving. I'M DEAD OF LOVE🤗🤗🤗

‘Shit, sorry’ he laughed, a blush covering his cheeks as he looked at you in your towel. ‘I uh, I just put all your stuff in there. Was that everything?’ He asked pointing back to your one suitcase and lone duffel bag. HE LOVES HER, GOD, HE'S SO WHIPPED 🫢🫢🫢

‘Foods here’ he said quietly. ‘I thought maybe we could eat in my room? Like old times’ he asked you and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he might be nervous. I'M NOT GOOD, THEY ARE SOOOOO SWEET 🩷🩷🩷🩷

‘I figured it was a special occasion’ he winked and you couldn’t ignore the little flip in your tummy at his gesture. ‘I ordered your favourite’ THAT'S A MAN, SWEETHEART, OPEN YOUR PRETTY EYES

Your eyes snapped over to Mason as you hadn’t heard him move and you caught him staring at you with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, but he looked away just as quickly, his eyes focusing on the movie. You were unsure of what to make of all the strange looks he was giving you, figuring he felt a bit sorry for you and was just checking to make sure you were okay, but you both carried on eating in silence. When you’d had enough Mason quickly ran downstairs to put the pizza in the fridge before joining you back in his bed. NO SWEETY, HE'S JUST IN LOVE AND CANT STOP ADMIRING HIS FUTURE WIFE AND CHILDREN'S MOTHER🫢🫢🫢

‘Masey?’ You asked and he smiled at the use of his nickname you only bought out when you wanted something. ‘Do you maybe think I could have a cuddle?’ You questioned, and his face softened immediately, scooting down the bed and opening up his arms for you to fall in to. THE TWO OF THEM ARE SO SOFT

‘Well I’m fine right now, I think I’m still on a bit of a high, but what about in a few days time when I crash back down to earth? What if I end up running back to him? what if he calls and I’m not strong enough to ignore it?’ YOUR MAN WILL HAVE YOUR BACK BABES, DON'T WORRY

‘Why didn’t you tell me how bad it was?’ He questioned. BABY, I CAN FEEL HIS HEART CRACK

‘I promise. No one goes near my girl without my say so’OOOOO🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢

‘No, can I stay here with you tonight?’ You asked quietly, and he nodded, settling down more as he held you. ‘Promise you’ll still be here when I wake up?’ You murmured and you felt his body shake and he let out a small laugh. OH, I'M MELTED

True to his word Mason was still there when you woke up the next morning, and the one after that, and the one after that also. In fact you hadn’t spent one night in his guest room, opting to be with him in his bed, reminiscing about the old days until you fell asleep in each others arms. EHEHHEHEH, GOD JOB GIRL

The next thing you felt was Masons thumb pulling on your lip, freeing it from in between your teeth, and you both looked at each other with wide eyes and your heart began to race. 🫢🫢

‘Why don’t you say you worked for me?’ He shrugged, defusing the tension a bit. I LOVE HIM

‘You don’t want me here all the time, living rent free and cramping your style. What if you wanna bring a date back or something? I don’t wanna be in the way’ CUTIE, YOU'RE GOING TO BE HIS ONLY DATE FOR EVER, TRUST YOUR SISTER THERE

That was until later on that evening. You noticed he was on his phone a lot, texting someone with a permanent grin on his face every time your back was turned. HE FOUND A JOB FOR HER, I KNOW

AHHAHAHAHHA, I LOVE HER JELOUSY

‘Oh um, actually I think maybe it’s best if I sleep in the guest room tonight’ you told him whilst sitting up, he turned to look at you with a hurt and confused expression. GIRL, DON'T DO THAT

‘Have I done something wrong?’ He questioned and you started to feel like the worst person in the world. ‘I feel like you’ve been off with me tonight. If I’m being too much and you want some space you can tell me’ he said, standing up and stopping right in front of you. Your eyes filled with tears at this, he was always putting you first and you were in a mood with him over nothing but your own confused feelings. LISTEN, Y/N, I LOVE YOU, A LOT ACTUALLY, BUT DONT MAKE OUR MAN UPSET PLEASE

It was dark inside and Mason was already under the covers, his back facing away from you. You slipped into bed quietly, pressing yourself up against his back and wrapping your arm around his waist. You felt his whole body relax into you as he threaded his fingers through yours and hugged them to his chest. Hoping he couldn’t feel your racing heart against his back but if he could he didn’t say anything.GOOD CHOICE GIRL, YOURE FORGIVEN

NIGHT BABY🫢🫢🫢

THE NECKLACE 🫠

THEY ARE GOING OUT TO CELEBRATE HER NEW JOB, AREN'T THEY?🫢😂

He even bought her a bag, how can he be so perfect?😍

She's refounding her friends and the people who loves her, and I adore it

MMM, I DONT HONESTLY LIKE THE BAR SITUATION...WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN?

‘Hey pretty girl’ he murmured into your neck, kissing it softly and you could of sworn you felt him chuckle at the way your body shivered when he touched you. ‘I’ve missed you’ YOU CAN FIND ME DEADDDD

DECLAN IS OUR SHIP CAPTAIN

‘Look, you didn’t hear it from me’ he chuckled, quietly grabbing your attention back from your thoughts ‘but he worships the ground you walk on. That night you first showed up at his house? He called me and was ready to commit murder for you. I know it may seem a bit scary, but life’s about taking risks yeah? You wouldn’t be here out with us tonight if you hadn’t been brave’ THAT SO BEAUTIFUL AND SWEET

OK, we ate safe, nothing bad happened at the club😇

‘Mase?’ You questioned, almost breathlessly. He hummed to let you know he was listening but he didn’t take his focus off the back of your neck. ‘Do you think you could unzip me?’ NAUGHTY

MM, she's going to regret it, I have this really bad feeling

Oh, no, she stopped him, that's a good choice girl

'I wanna kiss you so bad’ he suddenly admitted, speaking quietly into you temple. MOUNT, LIKE THAT?🤣😅

‘No it’s not. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I was 17, and I’m pretty sure I haven’t been drunk since then’ he argued you couldn’t help but let out a giggle before he buried his head in your neck. ‘Don’t laugh, it’s true’ he teased ‘do you know how hard it’s been for me? To see you with that prick for years when I know you should have been mine? But you’re my best friend and I was trying to be supportive. And then you turn up here looking hot as hell and you’re sleeping next to me every night in those fucking silky pyjamas that drive me insane. like do you know how difficult it’s been?’ He whined but you could tell there was a layer of humour underneath. ‘I don’t want to overstep the mark cause I know you’re not ready for any of that but fuck, you’re on my mind 24/7’ You grabbed of hold of his face and forced him to look at you. OH GOD, HE ADMITTED IT AND HE DID IN A PERFECT WAY 🫠🫠🫠

EHEHEHHEHEHEH, WHERE'S THE MORNINGGGG

‘Let’s get some sleep then, so the morning comes quicker’ he told you, like a kid on Christmas, and you couldn’t help but place a kiss on his forehead. EXACTLY MASON

YEAH I KNOW YOU LOVE EACH OTHER, IT'S PRETTY CLEAR AND OBLIVIOUS

GOD IM IN LOVE, THE WAKING UP SCENNE ....PERFECTION

YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE BREAKFAST, JUST KISS COME ON😅

AND NOW SHE'S DOUBTING EVERYTHING, MOUNT WAKE UP, IMMEDIATELY OR I'LL BEAT YOU

He seemed to take offence to this though, muttering a soft hey, and huffing like a child. I CAN IMAGINE HIS VOICE 🤣🤣🤣

‘Y/n?’ He questioned and you met his soft eyes, a barely their smile on his lips as he prepared himself to speak again. ‘Do you think I could have that kiss now?’ He asked quietly and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling too wide. YOU'RE SAFE FROM THE BEATING MASON🫢🫢🫢

He started off by pressing a few kisses on your cheek, checking with you that you were okay before moving closer to your mouth. With one last look into your eyes, he closed the space between you and planted his lips on yours. I HAVE ELEPHANTS ON MY BELLY🥰🥰🥰

‘Why the fuck have we not done that sooner’ he laughed before pressing another quick kiss to your lips. ‘God, I can’t stop’ he joked, pressing more kisses all over your face until he made it back to your lips, pulling you in closer and tilting your face so he could get a better angle and kiss you even deeper. AHHAHAHAHAHHA, SILLY

He's in love🫢🩷 and he's so understanding, he wants to be her man for life, and he knew that for ever, but now he finally admitted it to her, THAT'S A MAN

‘You don’t have to prove anything to me, Mase’ you told him with a smile and he let out a tiny laugh. 🥰🥰🥰🥰

OMG SHE SAID IT TO, BUT WE HAVE ANOTHER PART, SO IM SCARED OF WHAT WILL HAPPEN

LOZ, YOU'RE INSANE. That's officially my favorite fic ever, oh my, that was perfection. I felt the love, the insecurities, the jelousy, the esitation, everything.

Thank you for sharing that work of art with us, you just made my day from the early hours

Can't wait to know what's going to happen in the next part🫢🫢🫢

Thank you so much for that, love you🩷🩷

My favourite feedback 😭🩷

I’m so glad you loved it and I can’t wait for you to read the second part

I love getting to read it back through like this it’s like reading it with you 😭😂🩷

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chaosussy · 2 months ago

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odile masochistic top. liking when subs fight back and she has to force them down and loves getting hurt by thattccfff. i saw someone say that ages ago and it jusr. like yeah. okay i just thought about her like training me to like actually respond to things in a way other than just freezing like teaching me to like fight or run so that she canenjoy dorcing me down more because ill be actually struggling and goodlord. g. . .. . grtting actually mad like that and calling her a bitch while fighting back and she jusr stops and theb asks what i just calls her and theb smacks me and goes like yeah you still think so ? huh?

TRUE TRUEEE TRUE masochist odile so true but masochistic Top odile EVEN TRUER YEAH NODDING. //////// her methods are good for you i think♡

#🍿🍿🍿

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cweampier · 2 years ago

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saw this post and immediately thought ‘how about a kiss goodnight?’ would work so well with older!bf leon !!

OMG TRUEEE

leon had his own share of issues when it came to getting his mind into that particular routine that came with getting ready for bed. he never met someone who’s had it worse than him… except you. you’ve tried just about everything. melatonin, over the counter medication, humidifiers, fuck, the list goes on. the digital clock that filled the space of your bedside table read about twelve fifty-six in the am. your eyes were heavy, lips chapped from the constant picking and gnawing at them. you tossed and turned, contemplating on whether or not you were too hot or too cold, even the thought of being warm frustrated you to your very core.

leon groaned beside you, caging your waist within his strong arms, holding your body still. “hey, rascal. you’re not the only one in this damn bed, y’know?” he rasped, eyes still shut. “just sit pretty, you’ll drift away before you know it.” he assured, smacking his lips sleepily. his stubble prickled at the flesh of your naked shoulder. you huffed, scrunching your face up stubbornly. before you could even begin to fathom any words, he interrupted you. tutting with playful impatience he forced you to face him.

“got a proposal.. wanna lend me an ear, little lover?” he opened one of his eyes yet they remained slits in his face. you nodded pliantly, going all doe on him. “mm.. how ‘bout a kiss goodnight from your favorite old man? that’ll settle you down real nice, won’t it?”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #cweampier

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mcnuggyy · 3 years ago

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Love spamming my friends blogs with a gajillion likes and reblogs <33 and nodding and saying sooo trueee you are sooo right woah <3

#callate guero

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sylvester-malone · 3 years ago

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Idea:

When everyone is deciding What To Do With Izzy post Blackbonnet reunion, Roach is like - give him to me! I can use an assistant!

Stede, remembering the incident with this hostages: … maybe this isn’t the best ide

Ed: whatcha gonna do with him?

Roach: I won’t kill him! I’m verrry good at not killing people.

Wee John: that’s trueee. It’s why he’s the surgeooon.

Frenchie: *nods*

Luscius: remember how well he cauterized my stump?

Roach: *waves hands*

Ed: I’m sold!

Izzy becomes ecstatically, begrudgingly happy in his new life as a cook’s assistant, but he’s used to working for demanding bosses who appreciate his knife skills.

#Izzy hands #roach ofmd #roachhands

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twisted-bomb-and-bot · 4 years ago

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Trueee! ~She bopped to the music, hair swishing slightly.~ Maybe it was! I mean, hairless cats are a fairly unique case, like- Hairless mammals in general are kinda rare? Like, aside from babies, there's mole rats? And that's all I can think of off the top of my head. ~She tilted her head in wonder, eyes narrowing. Cool Kids by Fight the Fade came on.~ In conclusion, selective breeding is weird. -Music Anon

Hex nods, "Mhm! It's very weird, but very interesting- I should probably look into it more."

#screwed bolts. ;; [hex]#ally? betrayer? ;; [ask]#music anon

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kazuhasluv · 5 years ago

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Tsukasa-Kun

I may or may not have posted this in the past, but just in case, I'm posting it again

Disclaimer! I wrote this before I read the manga about Yashiro's lifespan! So please don't be mad!

(I'm still on break, I just feel sad without leaving a story to y'all

pairing: Tsukasa x Reader

Warning/s: None

Taglist: @trish-chan @imchiiii @wisteliazen @daikonsenpai @bloodredruby @dacr-owo @oikawasnonexistentcake @quackeydoodles

Role: Your role is a new student at Kamome Gakuen Academy, to befriend and find out what mysteries lurk in these walls.

Special Abilities: Like Yashiro Nene, you aren't an exorcist but you can see supernaturals and apparitions.

You walk up to the school, meeting a girl with daikon legs which are pretty cute in your opinion.

"Hello! You must be [Name]! Im Yashiro Nene! Nice to meet you!", the girl greeted.

"Nice to meet you as well Yashiro-San!", you said as walking inside with her.

~ ♤

After a long day of classes, Nene invites you to stay with her since she wants to show you something.

You two go up to the rooftop to see Hanako-Kun, sitting there waiting for you two.

"Hanako-Kun!!", she exclaimed.

"Yashiro!", the boy started, then looks at you, "Who is she?"

"She's [Name]-Chan! A new student!", Yashiro explained.

Hanako floats to you to examine you further, to see no intentions of hurting them, especially Yashiro.

You 3 decide to sit down and talk about something, until a black fog appeared.

It was Hanako-Kun's brother.

As he went closer to you 3, you stepped infront of them to protect them.

Then, Tsukasa stops infront of you.

You get scared, wondering what could possibly happen?

Tsukasa touches your hair, then your cheeks, then your skirt until you slap his hand.

"Haven't you heard of being a gentleman?", you exclaimed, while Yashiro and Hanako are behind you confused.

Tsukasa smiles at you and disappears.

"[Name]-Chan are you okay?", Yashiro would ask.

"Yeah, I'm fine", you say.

You walked down the stairs of the rooftop to see a broadcasting room. It looked neat, so you decided to go inside, until...

"She's the girl I've been telling you!," a boy exclaimed.

Ah sh*t

Tsukasa and his group were there.

All of them would look at you.

"Kon'nichiwa?", you say; scared.

Sakura stands up and walks to you, "So you must be [Name]. I'm Nanamine Sakura, nice to meet you."

They all seem nice, you thought.

Mitsuba then exclaims, "I'm cuter than her though!"

Natsuhiko then laughs.

You couldn't do anything else but laugh aswell.

"Come in," Sakura says.

You walk in to see a simple but awesome broadcasting room.

There were no other seats except... for next to Tsukasa.

You sit beside Tsukasa and look the other way to not create eye contact.

"Hello! Im Tsukasa! Amane's younger brother!", he exclaims.

You still wouldn't look at him because you were embarrassed.

"Oi, Tsukasa, leave the girl alone", Natsuhiko says.

Tsukasa would look at Natsuhiko, "But she's pretty!"

You heard this and decided to shout, "Nanida yo?!"

Tsukasa would then smile and say, "You looked~"

You got out of your seat and walked to the door. "Gomenasai, but I have to leave," you said and ran away, flustered.

While running, you bump into Kou Minamoto.

"GAH! G-Gomenasai!", you said.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," Kou said helping you up.

"K-Kou M-Minamoto?!," you exclaimed, shocked.

"Mhm! And you must be Senpai's new friend!", he says, but Senpai was referring to Yashiro.

You nod in embarrassment and walked past him, head down.

You were about to go to the school's front doors, until you saw a classroom all dark, even though it was only 5pm.

You hesitated to go in until it pulled you in.

You screamed and shouted for help, but no help came, until...

The room suddenly got darker, until you realize it was black fog.

"Ts-Tsukasa-Kun?", you say.

You open your eyes to see yourself in Tsukasa's arms.

Tsukasa then placed you down gently on a safe place then fought the darkness or whatever the heck was that.

The room then got its light back, and Tsukasa rushed over to you.

"[Name]-Chan, are you okay!?", he asks. He asks a lot more safety questions and then hugs you.

"N-Nani...?", you stuttered, he didn't hug you in the broadcasting room, and definitely not at the rooftop, so it was quite startling.

"Ts-Tsukasa-Kun?", you said.

"See! I told you Tsukasa cares for her!", Mitsuba says out of the blue.

"Oi Mitsuba!", Kou said while covering his mouth.

Tsukasa then looks at the 3 (Natsuhiko was there) and gives a deadly stare. The 3 then walk away.

You, however, were crying. You were traumatized. It was because an apparition nearly took your life.

"See wasn't that f- [Name]-Chan?", Tsukasa said, noticing you crying.

"What happened?", he asks.

You rub your eyes and say, "I-Its nothing!"

Tsukasa then notices a bruise on your arm.

"YOUR ARM!!", he exclaims.

You look at it and say, "Tsukasa-Kun, it's nothing! It'll be healed in a few weeks or so!"

Tsukasa looked sad, "But I want to heal it!"

You then hesitantly agree.

He then does some ritual which you dont understand.

"Tsukasa-Kun-" you started but then the bruise was gone.

"Harigato!" you said while hugging Tsukasa.

The following days you would stay with Nene, Hanako, Kou and Mitsuba, which then Tsukasa would appear often, because he's the only guy you were waiting for.

One afternoon, Nene asks you, "You've been staying late now often, why is that?"

You smiled and say "I'm waiting for the person I like."

Mitsuba then butts in and says "It's Tsukasa isn't it? HA! I knew it!"

Hanako shocked as ever asks you, "YOU LIKE TSUKASA!?!"

The whole group then starts to annoy you until you suddenly blurt out, "YES" and covered your mouth.

Hanako then faints, Mitsuba happily eats his donut, and Yashiro and Kou create a secret plan with Mitsuba while he's eating his donut.

Tsukasa then appears and back hugs you.

"[Name]-Chan!!", he says.

Mitsuba, Hanako, Yashiro and Kou then exclaim, "[Name]-CHAN LIKES YOU!"

You blush, until your face was as red as a tomato.

"Is that so?" Tsukasa said smiriking.

Oh no, not the smirk, you thought.

"[Name]-Chan is that trueee????!" Tsukasa says.

"Yes, it is. Now stop hugging me, my back hurts," you say, but he wont stop hugging you.

The following days were like that: adventures, Tsukasa sneaking out of the broadcasting room to see you, rOoFtOp DaTeS wItH tHe GaNg, more adventures, just adventures mostly.

Until it was the week before summer break.

You walk up to Nene, and say, "Nene-Chan, summer break is next week and we can't just leave Tsukasa, Mitsuba and Hanako there all alone"

Yashiro then says, "Well, we could stay there for the whole summer. I mean, we could like clean the school and then visit them after."

A great idea indeed Yashiro.

The summer was fun, until Nene was asked to be Hanako's girlfriend (im literally crying hElP-)

You then got less time to hang out with them since they did cute boyfriend and girlfriend things most of the time.

You got lonely, well not unless Mitsuba teases you to Tsukasa then you got someone to chase.

Until a week before summer break ended, Tsukasa asked you out like what Hanako did to Nene.

You reported the news asap to Hanako, Nene and Mitsuba (And Kou aswell lmfao) and they said Tsukasa was all planning it ever since Hanako asked Nene out.

Viola! You got your rat *cOfF* ghost boy, but you grew up still in love with him, even though he's out of reach.

No I'm not going to sleep what are you talking about

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk hanako #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako kun #yugi tsukasa #tsukasa yugi x reader #jshk tsukasa

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scatteredraysofhope · 3 days ago

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No I definetly get you ahhhhhhhrr

Honestly even most neurotipicals tend to find info dumping rude and annoying unfortunately ^^; and I love my nurodivergent brothers and sisters (metaphorical term) who like to info dump they are awesome <3 I just wish I could explain my boundaries to my sister without her getting offended 😭😭

Like yeah I genuinely do love to listen to her and show my sister that I care about her an her intrestes!

Especially when they overlap with mine and we can just yap or she'll tap and ill listen like a podcast while drawing or something with oohhhs and ahhs in between

but yeah sometimes I just genuinely do not have the energy.

And the trying so hard not to lash out thing is so trueee TwT Sometimes its so bad like holding in a cough.

Like I need some space and quite right now because I just came back from school and my social battery is DEAD but she comes in happy to see me and tries to affectonely annoy me by rolling on my bed and starts talking about her new found insight on the media were currently obsessed with

BUT

*internal screeming* LOOK HONEY I LOVE YOU but please please please finish talking and leave rn 🙂

I desperately need some alone time right now or I AM GOING TO EXPLODE. And I just try my best to stay calm and nod and gently tell her that I need space without sounding rude :')

what do you do in a household where your brother is autistic and needs to yap, but you’ve got *adhd and feel overstimulated by the yapping

*peer reviewed

#nurodivergence

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fappellmoan · 6 years ago

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day 1: love, actually, is all around

summary: will byers is stuck waiting for an available flight to go home on christmas eve. fortunately, he happens upon a cafe with a ridiculously cute barista. ie, a night of missing family, finding love in unlikely places, and hating asshole dads. what more could you ask for?

genre: coffee shop/college au, fluff

a/n: huge thanks to @frogfaceandzombieboy for organizing all of this, it’s been so fun and i’m excited to see how the week goes!

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Will kicks his feet as he trudges down a city street, bundled up in a parka and an extra long scarf that he’d attempted to knit himself years ago. His therapist at the time suggested he find a creative hobby to keep him busy during the dreary winter, and that sentiment turned into him churning out hats and scarves like nobody’s business. His mother, bless her heart, loved the matching set he made for her, even though threads poked out around her ears and the bottom of the scarf unraveled the first time she put it on. She had kissed his cheeks about a billion times and worn them every day (and year) following.

He misses her like crazy.

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style; in the air there’s a feeling of Christmas.

That’s for sure. He hums to himself, breathing in the crisp winter air that bludgeons his face. He stares up at the lights decorating streetlights and telephone poles. At least the city tried to make it cozy; but he longs to be home, decking the table with his brother and blasting cheesy music with his mom in the kitchen.

All of the streets he hikes are empty. It’s weird to populate a city by yourself, to exist alone on a night where families are gathered in prayer or laughing around a table, he thinks. It really kinda sucks to be alone.

He happens upon a sweet little cafe, population zero--well, except for the cutie cleaning up the dining room. The guy seems to be about Will’s age, and tall, with soft dark curls bouncing against his forehead as he hums to an upbeat Christmas song.

Will doesn’t mean to stare, but, well--he’s distracted. He hangs back in the door, making a desperate choice between leaving the guy alone to close and trying to talk to him. Or maybe he could just get something to help his freezing fingers.

Yeah, that’s all.

“In or out, kiddo?” the guy calls out, glancing up briefly from a coffee-stained table. And, god, he has the warmest, most stupidly charming brown eyes Will has ever seen.

“I--uh,” Will steps forward and lets the door shut behind him, then follows up intelligently with, “I’m eighteen, dude. Officially not a kid.”

Cute Guy stands up and stretches his back, then leans casually against his chair. “Aw, I guess I was thrown off by your height. Sorry.”

Will’s eyes blow wide, but he winds up smiling, a stupid blush visiting his cheeks. “Wow, your customer service is great.” The guy throws such a smiley look his way that he drops his defense. “Well, listen, I don’t wanna be that guy since you’re closing. It was nice meeting you, uh--”

“Mike,” he offers. “And it’s okay, I’d appreciate the company.”

Well, isn’t that the warm and fuzzy Christmas spirit? “Cool, uh, I can just hang out in here I guess. You don’t have to make anything.”

“Nonsense! What’s your order?” Mike drags his cleaning supplies behind the counter and leans himself up against the register, elbows on the counter.

Will takes a moment to scan the vast menu. “Uhh, large peppermint mocha latte with whipped cream, please?”

“Festive.” Mike’s eyebrows do a little dance as he punches the order in, long fingers tapping along the screen. Some of his nails are painted a spotty, sparkly dark green. “1.96, please.”

As Will digs through his pockets for change, he stares up at the menu, then back at Mike. “The--isn’t it, like, almost 3--?”

“If you’re willing to claim you’re a senior citizen, I’m willing to give you a discount.”

Will laughs a bit at that, laying the cash onto Mike’s open palm. “First I’m a child, now I have AARP? Make up your mind.”

“Dunno, I guess you’re quite the conundrum,” Mike chuckles. “Could I have a name for the order?”

“There’s no one else in here?”

The corner of Mike’s lips quirk up, and it’s, like, the hottest thing Will’s seen in a while. But who’s counting. “Could I have it anyway? For the system.”

And like, yeah, maybe Will’s stomach has about a million butterflies screwing up his insides, but he manages to sorta smirk back. “Will.”

“Aha! One less mystery.” Mike hands him a receipt and snags a cup from under the counter. “So, is there a reason you’re here on Christmas Eve? No family?”

Will leans himself against the counter, facing the front window, eyes stuck on the Christmas tree in the center square of town. He smiles wistfully. “No, I have a family. But my flight was delayed. Major winter storms ahead, or something stupid like that.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. I’m sorry to hear that.” Whirring sounds out from the espresso machine between them. Behind him, Mike is waiting while the milk is heated. “Are your folks cool?”

“It’s my mom and my brother,” Will says quietly, closing his eyes tightly to prevent any tears. Right now, they’re probably starting dinner, and even though his mother’s cooking has never been the best, it’ll be amazing, because Christmas Eve was always special for them. Always. “But, yeah, I love them. Miss them a lot.”

Will hears pouring behind him as the machine slows down. “That’s great, man. Do you know when your flight is?”

“3:30 in the morning.”

“Ah, shit, you have a while to go, huh?” Will nods quietly. “I’ll keep you great company.”

Will smiles to himself. “And how come you’re stuck here? Don’t most places close early?”

“One would think,” Mike says snarkily, but there’s a smile caught in his voice. “Nah, they wanted to stay open ‘just in case,’ and I guess I didn’t really mind the idea of being here. I’m not going home.” He clears his throat. “However, it’s been incredibly lonely, at least ‘till you showed up. So, thanks William. And order up.”

Will furrows his brow a bit, but still smiles as he slides his drink across the counter and lets the scent burrow into his nose. A sweet mint with gentle hints of chocolate. His name written with a poorly drawn Santa hat next to it. The smile turns into a full-blown grin.

“Thanks.”

“I even gave you extra cream.” Mike presses his lips together. “Whipped—whipped cream.”

“Nice one,” Will chuckles, moving to take a seat at one of the tables seated close to the counter.

Mike wrinkles his nose at him teasingly, then grabs his rag and mop. “Alright, I’ll sit with you in a minute, but I want to finish this shit up.”

Will gestures greatly with his hand. “By all means.”

As Mike speed-cleans to the best of his ability, Will takes small sips of his drink, humming softly when he tastes it for the first time. Will tucks his feet up and under his knees and scrolls on his phone until his attention is pulled in the direction of Mike, gasping, arm thrown out wildly to his side.

“Oh, my god, this is iconic.” He pulls the mop back in and tilts it up as a microphone, exaggerating the beginning, “I… don’t want a lot for Christmas,” he dips himself back, scrunching his eyes shut, “there is just one thing I need.” Will giggles as he continues, slightly off-key but endearing, loud and excited. “I don’t care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree! I just want you for my own,” he sucks in a breath dramatically, and Will may or may not have his phone tucked between his knees, recording, “more than you could ever know. Make my wish come trueee, all I want for Christmas, iiiiiiiiiiis… you!” He points the end of his ‘mic’ at Will, and Will’s cheeks are burning a cherry red, but he pulls his phone up and shakes it tauntingly. “William!” The boy snatches forward, tripping over his own feet, but Will saves it before he can do anything, shrieking with laughter. “How very un-chill of you! That was a private serenade.”

“I won’t share it, I promise,” Will says, leaning back against his chair, putting on pouty eyes to the best of his ability while he gets over his giggles (especially hard with Mike so close, trying to snatch the phone from his hands). “Aw, c’mon, Mikey. Let me have it to remember you by.”

And, to Will’s surprise, Mike pulls back, narrowing his eyes, a small smile trapped in his cheeks. “Fine, fine, but no sharing it. I’m trusting you right now. I’m serious, Will,” he says, but he’s forcing back a laugh. “Don’t you dare.”

“Promise.”

“Good.” And he meets Will’s eye with a heart-melting smile before he continues to hum along rather obnoxiously.

It’s weird to him how easily he banters with Mike, how normal it feels to show this stranger his actual self. It’s like, somehow, a secret pull in the world led him to the guy’s doorstep on Christmas Eve, the softest holiday of them all, so that he could feel at home away from home.

Or something like that.

Once the song is over, Mike pushes his way through the counter doors, and he disappears to the back for a minute with the cleaning supplies. When he comes back, he throws off his apron, and then pulls up a chair across the table from Will.

And then he’s right in front of Will, staring at him with a stupid goofy grin, messy curls falling in his eyes, and jesus, he has freckles.

Mike leans forward on his forearms, grinning wildly under the soft cafe lamplight, and fuck he’s pretty. “The video not enough? You can take a picture too, since, you know, it’ll last longer.”

Will swats at the boy’s hand, stifling an embarrassed smile. “Shut up.”

Mike beams, smiling with his eyes, and he takes a sip of his own drink. “So, William, don’t you have any friends in town? Someone more exciting than yours truly?”

“I don’t think I’ve met anyone more exciting than--” Will stops himself, because Mike looks far too entertained; his eyebrows shoot up and he rests his chin on the flat of his palm. “Uh, everyone went home.”

“Hm.” Mike is way too pleased with himself, somehow still grinning behind the drink lid. “And no special friend going home with you to meet the family?”

Will rolls his eyes. “No, um, last year I had a stupid little high school boyfriend, but he—” Will gnaws at his lip, looking away from Mike. The boy tries to catch his eye with a sympathetic look, but he can’t meet it. “He left our little Christmas party early, and well, I found out around New Years that he—well, new year, new man, I guess.”

Mike’s eyes widen. “He cheated on you?” Will nods. “Oh, I could kick his ass. That’s so shitty. And during the holidays?” He shakes his head. “Fuck that guy.”

“Yeah, but it’s—it’s pretty stupid, I guess, that I haven’t dated much since. It happens to a lot of people.” Will fidgets with his fingers in his lap, linking them together and twisting and tapping.

“Hey, it’s not stupid,” Mike says firmly, finally bringing Will’s gaze up. “That’s super fucking shitty on his part. But hey, the single life can be great! Lonely, sometimes, but it’s nice to know that you can live with yourself, you know?” He chuckles shortly and looks down. “Maybe that’s stupid.”

“No, I get what you mean.” Will smiles softly. “It is good. But yeah, lonely.”

“So lonely!”

Will chuckles, and Mike joins him, and then a comfortable silence settles around them. Briefly. “I guess, I guess just—even though I’m ready to move on, it feels hopeless. I can’t seem to find love anywhere.”

“It’s not hopeless, Will!” Mike exclaims, and Will unabashedly gazes at him, smiling at him with a raised eyebrow. “Why, I think, love actually is all around.” He meets Will’s gaze, gorgeous dark eyes sparkling under the gentle lights with childlike energy. After a moment, he throws his hands up and gestures toward the window. “Like, look outside. It’s amazingly festive out there. And people all across the city aren’t even here, because they’re with their families. But it’s still beautiful! And they’re beautiful! That’s love, right?”

Will nods, shrugs. “Yeah, I suppose.”

“And losers like us find each other all the time, and then we’re not so alone on Christmas Eve. Like, the universe has to be showing us love, right?” He says it so eagerly, looks at Will so hopefully, that if he were a much bolder person, he would kiss this handsome stranger. He would grab his cheeks and kiss him hard and hold on tight.

With too dopey of a smile to control, Will says, “I guess so.”

Mike shrugs. “I know you’re on board with this now, Will, you can’t fool me with your aloofness.”

“I can certainly try.”

Mike gasps, fake offended, and then Will is giggling and Mike joins him.

“So, what about you?”

“Huh?”

Will takes a sip of his drink and cups it in his hands. “Your family? Not going home?”

“Ah,” Mike smiles painfully down at the table. “My sister won’t be home, I don’t even know what’s going on with my mom, and I’m not going home to just my dad. No can do.”

“Your mom left?”

“No, well…” he glances around thoughtfully. “She isn’t living with him now that me and Nance are gone, which is good, but I think she’s having a rough time figuring out where to go, and…” he shakes his head. “I don’t know. I think she’s safe right now, probably with my Nana, but I don’t know.”

Will’s heart hangs heavy in his chest, and he’s smacked with the realization as to why Mike was so gung-ho about the love thing. “That has to be really hard, Mike. I hope she’s okay.”

“Me too.”

“And your dad?”

Mike smiles. “An asshole.”

“Hey, mine too!”

Mike snickers into his drink. “Funny how that works, isn’t it?”

“Truly. Dads suck.” He chuckles under his breath. “But uh, how will you be spending Christmas?”

“Awh, are you concerned for me, William?”

Will squints. “I think that’s a generally polite question.”

“Mhm,” Mike purses his lips, “I’ll be hanging out with my roommate and some dorky Christmas movies, I think. Maybe go out and fall in love later in the day, get fucked up in the evening. Who knows?”

Will rolls his eyes. “Well, have fun.”

And for a while, it feels okay to be lonely with each other, sipping at festive drinks and giggling over stupid shared family problems, alone in their own cozy little world on Christmas Eve.

As the night winds down to a close, Will clears his throat. “Uh, hey, I have to get going. Make sure I’m at the airport on time.”

Mike glances at his watch, and Will thinks about how cute it is that he has a watch (and then how dumb that thought is) and with a quiet, “Shit,” Mike goes to turn on their ‘closed’ sign.

“Do you need a ride, or anything?” Mike seems a lot more nervous now, scratching the back of his neck and furrowing his brows at Will.

Will smiles at him teasingly. “I don’t take rides from strangers, thank you.”

“Fair enough. You’re a smart kid.”

“I’ve made it this far.”

They stand there for a moment, a bit more awkward than before, trying to anticipate each other’s next moves.

“Uh, hey,” Will says finally, digging something from his pockets. “Give me your hand.”

“In marriage?”

“Haha, nice try,” Will makes a ‘c’mere’ motion with his hands, and Mike sticks his arm out. Will scribbles his number down on his pale forearm. “Text me if you want the video.”

“Awh, that’s cute. He’s never heard of phone contacts,” Mike coos to an imaginary audience.

“Shut up,” Will grins, shoving the marker back in his pocket with a blush. “Now you won’t forget.”

“Oh, I promise, I will never forget you, Willy.”

Will wrinkles up his face and laughs. “Don’t ever call me that again.” He’s all too aware of the fact that he’s still clinging to Mike’s wrist with a few fingers, buzzing at the touch. “Bye, Mike. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Will.” Mike doesn’t move, and Will is stuck in his spot, gazing up at the boy, who smiles bashfully down at him. Then, Mike leans down into a dramatic bow and just barely ghosts his lips against Will’s knuckles. “Thanks for spending time with me, kind sir. And make sure you report me for the awful customer service.”

Will is stunned, and he wants to kiss this boy so badly.

He doesn’t.

He manages to move his jelly legs after a second, clicking his suitcase and pushing through the door, the bell sounding out through the somber restaurant. And then he’s laughing, waving goodbye, with an embarrassingly giddy, “Sure thing,” and he makes his way down the sidewalk, his face burning in the brutal breeze.

After he has boarded the plane, settled in his seat, answered his mother’s 100-plus texts about how everything is going and be safe’s and I love you’s, and queued up a movie to watch (or perhaps fall asleep to) on the way home, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket.

Unknown: [ hey, u dont have to send me the video. But keep it to remember me ;) and lmk when u get back ]

Me: [ jan. 10th. And i hate u :p ]

Mikey: [ do u happen to be free on january 10th? Or the 11th, if that works better? I’d like to prove u wrong some more, if i may ]

Will grins down at the light of his phone, and he lets his head fall back against the seat, burying his face in his hands.

Me: [ i’ll see u on the 10th. Nerd. ]

Mikey: [ :D ]

#byelerholidaybash #frogfaceandzombieboy #byeler #byler #coffee shop au #fanfiction #fanfic #mine #stranger things #this is. incredibly cheesy i hope you guys enjoy!!#i have work tonight but i so look forward to seeing what everyone posted later #also srry if i wasn't supposed to tag you!!#idk if my tagging is working tbh lmao

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imperialstratengery · 6 years ago

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Introduction

A short stalky man stood in the traditional blues and whites of a Commander in the Imperial Navy. His hair was a well oiled earthy brown with a shine only caused by water recycled to many times while in warp transit. He glanced down plucking at one of his polished white gloves as a prick of pain bit his fingers. He frowned; he needed to drop by the medicare soon the symptoms were.... “Sir?” the Commander looked up at a slender ensign with a sharp nose, blue eyes and sandy hair “Yes Mr. Deleon?”

“Sir, we’re on deck 98″ the man pointed at the display above the heads of a cadre of ensigns, lieutenants and a hand full of other bridge officers in a overly stuffed turbolift. The Commander glanced up nodding at the light good 30 seconds then then turned his attention to a mug of recaf in the boy’s hand that had just been held out in offering “Thank you Ensign. Do you have the crew and armsmen reports ready?” The other man nodded eagerly and with a shaky hand produced a tab from his belt, nearly dropping it and handed it off. The Commander fetched it with one hand and grabbed the Deleon by the shoulder “Slow is steady Ensign, steady is smooth and smooth is fast.” As he turned the doors sighed open as the rest of the bridge staff rushed out to their positions.

There he was for the 45,732 time standing the walkway of the Mars-Angolus pattern E.O.S. Spears Point en route to system AUK-86306-Y5D with the rest of Task Force Traitors Bane to clear out the Nurgling presence and secure the Avenging Son’s flank. Just another routine mission. He groaned as the pain bit once more then folding his hands behind him walked down to the command walk way and took the captains seat right behind the gunnery officer, CAG and Helm. “Report.” He spoke the words with the excitement of a rookie and the force of a storm. A quiet raspy voice emanating from the Helm went first “Thhhee wiindddss hhheld trueee. Wwwe willl arivvvee.”

“Thank you Mr. Brighton” was the curt reply.

The CWO was the next to go “Aye ‘ir. Microbatterys looded, lances running hot and toorps in they’re tubes.” The silhouette glanced down at a shining symbol “30 HE ‘nd 15 incendiry ready fur green.”

“Shake ‘n bake? You know me to well Miss. Kaysa.”

Lastly was CAG “Reay to blast ‘em Sir. Furies loaded and Typhoons armed with AP torpedoes. All craft manned.”

“Thank you Fowler. I look forward to watching your boys work.”

He keyed on the intercom “All crew this is Comander Valyev. Prepare for warp transition in 5..... 4... 3..... 2....”

(OPEN RP)

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el-dritchknight · 6 years ago

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all i want for christmas is you (passing all your fucking exams) [grecinto secret santa gift fic]

Title: all i want for christmas is you (passing all your fucking exams)

Summary: Law student Ilyong Jacinto is facing his toughest challenge yet: finals week at the University of Santo Tomas. Luckily, his boyfriend, Goyo, is there to support him no matter what.

Characters | Ships: Ilyong Jacinto/Goyo del Pilar | Grecinto

Notes: Dates are based off the 2018 UST Academic calendar HAHA. For PCHU Secret Santa twitter user @SilverCai16!! Pasensya na na super clutch itey ^^; regardless, I hope you like it uwu

Dec 14 - End of Classes

Books, check. Pens, check. Highlighters, notebooks, and emergency coffee: check, check, and triple check.

Ilyong stretches his fingers above his head then rolls his shoulders back. Classes may have ended, but the real battle — the preparation for finals week — begins now.

He picks up Pointers in Criminal Review and turns to the first page .

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas~”

He blinks at the sound, checks to see if he accidentally played music on his phone. Waley. He shrugs. Baka kapit-bahay lang yun. “There is just one thing I need!”

...Isang maingay na kapitbahay. Ilyong huffs out an annoyed sigh and brings his attention back to the book. ‘Criminal law is a branch or division of public law that’ —

“I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE PRESENTS UNDERNEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE!”

Puta naman o!

Ilyong tromps out of his room and out of the house before he goes out of his mind.

“Gago, alas tres pa lang ng hapon, bakit may mga nag-cacaroling—!” He stops short at the sight of his boyfriend, Goyo del Pilar, donning a santa hat and a shit-eating grin. For reasons unknown, a guitar is strapped to his shirtless chest.

Ilyong knows he should probably tell Goyo off for disrupting the peace (Ilyong’s peace, if no one else’s), but he can only stop and stare. Damn, those pandesal abs.

“I just want you for my own,” Goyo continues to croon, voice at a reasonable volume now that he isn’t vying for Ilyong’s attention, “more than you could ever know…” Tearing his gaze away from Goyo’s chest took effort, but the anxious, niggling thought of gago, may finals ka pa! gives Ilyong the mental strength he needs. He walks closer to Goyo, shaking his head bemusedly. “Gagoyo, anong ginagawa mo?”

In response, Goyo puts a finger against Ilyong’s lips.

“Make my wish come trueee!” Ilyong roll his eyes at the exaggerated vowels, but Goyo is undeterred. “All I want for Christmas is… you~!”

He starts to dance a little to the upbeat bells, hips moving from side to side. A smile cracks Ilyong’s facade, a surge of fondness going through his chest amidst all the confusion. Goyo continues to kembot, until the music is sharply cut off by an obnoxiously loud air horn and a man’s voice yelling about subscriptions to Spotify Premium.

Goyo curses. “I hate these ads so much.” “Mag-premium ka na kasi, may student discount ka naman ah,” Ilyong says through a bout of snickering. He points to the guitar. “Or try mo kaya tugtugin ‘yan next time.”

“Sige, sabi mo ah! Next time, I will play the guitar sa susunod kong harana sa ‘yo.” Goyo’s grin is brighter than a ray of sun, and warmer still, than the heat of sun bearing down on them.

Ilyong’s face seems to burn hotter than said sun. He crosses his arms, looking away. “Basta’t siguraduhin mo na wala nang ads.”

“Oo na! Anyway, Mali-Goyong pasko, babe!” Goyo pushes his guitar behind him and wraps his arms around Ilyong, who most definitely doesn’t squawk as his face comes in contact with Goyo’s pecs.

“M-Maligayang Pasko, mahal,” Ilyong returns, his reply somewhat muffled in Goyo’s bare chest. He talks a moment to breathe, to compose himself, before pulling away slightly to look his boyfriend in the eye. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? Akala ko nasa Katipunan ka pa.”

Goyo lets him go to pose with a flourish. “I’m here to support you, of course! Alam ko mag-fi-finals na kayo, and need mo ng emotional support at taga-remind ng pagkain, so here I am!” A snort escapes Ilyong. The edges of his mouth curls in amusement. “Aww, sweet mo naman... Pero di ba finals week niyo ngayon?”

“Kakatapos lang, actually,” Goyo answers with a relieved grin. “Thank god for early scheduling. Though dapat meron akong Philo orals ngayon, e my classmate switched with me kasi gusto niya mag-Bora.” “Swerte naman ng mga Atenista.” “Swerte nanam ang isang Atenista,” Goyo corrects,” at ako iyon dahil swerte ako sa ‘yo.” “Corny mo.” Ilyong snorts, but ends up averting his eyes in embarrassment. What did he do to deserve such an adorkable boyfriend? “Pero, uy. Sigurado ka ba talaga? Medyo… single-minded daw ako kapag nag-aaral, especially sa finals.” Goyo smiles and puts his hands on Ilyong’s shoulders, giving them a comforting squeeze. “Sure na sure ako, mahal! Like I said, I really just want to support you. Plus, I kind of need a break from Katipunan, anyway.” “Kahit mainit ulo ko sa ‘yo?” “Kailan ba naman hindi? Aray!” Goyo laughs and rubs the spot on his arm that Ilyong had playfully punched. “Oo, G ako sa kahit ano, basta’t kasama kita.”

Ilyong’s blush strikes back with a vengeance. A shy smile blossoms on his lips. “Well, thank you, mahal. Pero alam mo na hindi mo ‘to kailangan gawin, right?”

“Alam ko,” Goyo answers easily. “Pero gusto ko.” “Goyo, I —” “Para naman maharana kita ng maayos next time. Mahirap pag naging cockblock ang acads, noh?” This time, Goyo manages to dodge Ilyong’s incoming punch to his shoulder. “Joke, joke lang! ‘Kaw naman, ‘di mabiro o.”

Ilyong rolls his eyes and grabs Goyo’s bicep. “Gago ka talaga kahit kailan. O siya! Tara na nga sa loob. Magkape ka muna para matauhan ka sa mga kalokohan mo.”

Dec 17 - Study day

Ilyong is sitting on the floor. Flashcards surround him from every angle. He is trapped, and victory can only come at the cost of memorizing all the provisions on these fucking 3x5 index cards.

He flops down on his back, heedless of all the flashcards he’s crushing under the weight of his fatigue.

“Okay ka lang, babe?” Goyo calls from his place on Ilyong’s bed, looking up from his Nintendo Switch.

“Yeah, nagpapahinga lang,” Ilyong responds listlessly, staring up at the ceiling. It’s such a pretty white color, Ilyong notices. He’s never had a chance to ponder about the ceiling before, but now seems to be a good time to fully appreciate how white it is. Parang kulay ng mga ulap o kaya ng mga sinusuot sa lamay… o ng scantron sheet na binibigay tuwing exams.

...Putangina, bukas na ang finals. Ilyong groans. He wishes he can just disappear into the pile of flash cards, but Bathala was not known to be that merciful.

Goyo’s pretty face suddenly looms over him, blocking his view of the fascinating ceiling. “Hi.” “Hi.” “You need help getting up?” “Please.” Goyo takes ahold of Ilyong’s arm and lifts him up with an ease Ilyong envies. Goyo runs his hand up Ilyong’s arm to his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. “Wanna talk about it?” “Eh, wala namang isyu. Stressed lang ako. Feeling ko e-explode yung utak ko kapag nagbasa ako ng isa pang flashcard.” “Same,” Goyo says sympathetically.

Ilyong snorts and lightly swats his arm. “Gago, anong same? Naglalaro ka lang diyan, e.” “I mean, di naman literally, but I get the feeling, you know? Exams were early, yeah, but they were still hell. Traumatised pa nga ako, babe.” “Aww, kawawa ka naman.”

“Yeah, gumagaling lang ako sa kiss mo, eh.” Ilyong hates how easily he turns red at Goyo’s words. “Landi mo, gago.”

“‘Kaw kasi, ang cute mo kapag nagblublush ka.” “Stooop,” Ilyong says, covering his face with his hands. He cannot take much more of this.

“Okay, pero seryoso, Ilyong.” Goyo gives him a second before gently taking Ilyong’s hands into his own. He stares into Ilyong’s eyes with a serious gentleness that Ilyong only ever sees directed at him. “Just breathe and rest your head for a bit. You’ve been studying non-stop since you woke up three hours ago.”

“Kailangan ko pa i-memorise yung mga provision —” “Makakahintay yung provision na yan. Kailangan mo mag-rest. You’ve been studying for the past three days also. You deserve a break.” “I don’t—” “Sige ka, you’ll get sick if you don’t rest. Si Enteng, yun yung ginawa - he worked and studied so hard that he got sick on the first day of exams.” A horrified gasp escapes Ilyong’s throat. “What happened?” “Wala, nag make-up exams si gago… and the make-ups are harder than the original tests.”

“Oof.” “Oof is right, babe. So, ano? Are you convinced? Matutulog ka na ba?” Ilyong rolls his eyes but nods in grudging defeat. “Opo, matutulog na po ako.”

Goyo is lucky that Ilyong doesn’t have the energy to wipe that smug smile off his face. “Yehey! Kasi ang bait mo, I’ll make timpla coffee when you wake up.” Placated by the promise of caffeine, Ilyong settles down on his bed while Goyo sits next to him, presumably back to playing on his Switch. A few peaceful seconds pass.

“…Uy, Goyo?” “Mm?” “Salamat.” “No problem, babe. Anything for my favorite future lawyer.”

Despite the massive headache threatening to split his head open, Ilyong smiles. He feels like he could take on the entire world.

Dec 18 - Armageddon Final Exams begin

Ilyong feels like he could tear the entire world apart. He glares daggers at the google document that is supposed to contain their interpretation of certain provisions for a final paper. Instead, all Ilyong sees are lines and lines of Sergio Osmeña and Manuel L. Quezon… flirting.

Nonong, we should really get to examining the sample case facts.

how about you examine my ‘witness’ instead ;)

NONONG, PLEASE.

the ‘witness’ is my dick btw

YUUUCK! Ilyong physically recoils from his laptop. Lord, bakit ako pinagpala ng ganitong groupmates?!

Semi-colon open parenthesis is right. Osmeña and Quezon may be brilliant students, the top two of the class to boot, but Ilyong had had it with them. Flirting openly with one’s boyfriend is alright, great even! Ilyong admires the brazenness in this very Catholic, very traditionalist university.

Pero puta naman o, google docs is not the time and place for this kind of landian! Hoy, Ilyong types below the sad face, fingers shaking with the attempt to stay calm. Pwede bang mamaya na iyan? Tapusin muna natin ang trabaho natin, please.

It’s a testament to Ilyong’s self-control that he hadn’t sworn at them - okay, well, that he deleted the curse words that peppered his comment. God, he misses being groupmates with Feli and Remi. While the two of them were constantly sweet and flirty, they didn’t let it interfere with their work.

Sorry about that, Jacinto.

yeah, sorry :( we’ll be good

You better.

Ilyong heaves out a sigh. He had finished his parts for the paper, but more than half had yet to be written. Combined with the other papers he still had to write and the other exams he had to study for, Ilyong wanted to rip something apart. Annoying group mates, while certainly rippable, were not helping.

“Babe, you okay?” Annoying boyfriend, while sweet and adorable, is also of no help at the moment.

“No,” Ilyong flatly says after a beat.

“Is there anything I can do? Anything I can get you?” “I’m fine, I —” He takes a deep breath. Aggravated as Ilyong is, the gesture is still appreciated. “I think I just need to be alone right now.” Goyo nods, understanding. It had taken a while for him to know when Ilyong needed him close and when Ilyong needed a moment to himself. While it still isn’t an easy feat, as they both still needed to work on mindfulness and communication, it’s a task that they’re determined to work through together.

“A’ight, I’ll head out and visit some friends muna, but promise me you’ll take care, okay? Gamitin mo yung poporo timer.” Ilyong raises an eyebrow. “...You mean pomodoro timer?” “Same thing,” Goyo calls out as he gathers up his things and walks out of the room. “Sige, love you, babe! I’ll be back later.”

Ilyong merely hums, his attention already back to his laptop.

Hours later, it is in the midst of writing papers and cramming tomes worth of information in his head that Ilyong realises that Goyo has returned. The boy is slumped over, asleep in the chair beside him. Not only that, but Goyo had apparently brought food; the take-out tocilog sits next to Goyo's elbow, cold and untouched.

A soft smile steals across Ilyong’s lips. He reaches out and places a blanket over Goyo’s shoulders.

Dec 21 - Final exams end

The sound of a door sharply being slammed open heralds llyong’s return. Goyo rushes towards him but stops short at the sight of Ilyong’s downcast gaze, and the way he drops his bag on the floor of his room.

Goyo slowly approaches him with all the caution of a man facing an animal in the wild. “Ilyong, mahal…?”

“Goyo…” Ilyong looks up, revealing the horrendously dark circles under his eyes and tired smile on his lips. “Goyo, tapos na. Tapos na exams! TAPOS NA EXAMS!”

Before he’s even finished speaking, Goyo takes Ilyong in his arms. He lifts him up effortlessly and twirls his love in a gleeful circle. “Babe, that’s great! Ang galing mo talaga! Celebrate ta — mmph!”

The sudden warmth of Ilyong’s mouth against his catches him by surprise. Goyo’s quick to react, however, already cupping the back of Ilyong’s head with one hand as he deepens the kiss. It’s sloppy compared to their usual momols, but Goyo doesn’t care. He can feel the relief and joy radiating off Ilyong with each press of their smiling lips. It’s a kiss that communicates Ilyong’s gratitude and his love—a kiss to which Goyo eagerly responds, conveying his own love and willingness to do anything for the other boy.

“Saan mo gusto mag-cecelebrate mamaya? Libre ko,” Ilyong says breathlessly after pulling away.

Goyo laughs, touched. “‘Di mo yan kailangan gawin, babe.”

“Gusto ko.” Ilyong’s grin is radiant, near blinding. Matching his boyfriend’s smile, Goyo leans in once again. He’ll think of where he wants to eat later. Right now, all he wants is to do is reward his cute, smart, hard-working boyfriend.

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