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i do appreciate the way that we tumblr users have evolved our language to discuss our feelings related to The Character/The Guy. you used to have to just say he was hot or he was making your ovaries explode or he was a precious cinnamon roll even if he looked bad or was just kind of standing there or whatever. now you can say things like “the creature” or “he looks so sopping wet here” or “i want to chain him to my radiator” like it’s just more inclusive and adaptable to the situation

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250718 @ dominATE world tour in london

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you're so pretty. like, you're absolutely gorgeous. have you thought about tidying your room slightly to temporarily but significantly increase your quality of life? you are so beautiful

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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES THUNDERBOLTS*

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Decided to make a skz blog!! All stays and baby stays welcome 🫰🏻✌🏻🤟🏻🫶🏻 im a kind stay who enjoys having fun! Let's have fun together.

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The grass is need to touch

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Roommate Chan

Summary: You and your best friend/roommate Chan have a close relationship. The kind that your other friends think is weird and chases off potential romantic partners. You share a bed when one of you can’t sleep, which is often, but one night, you think he kisses you. When he denies it, you decide it’s time to pull away for your own mental health.

Cw/tw: non-idol!au, hurt/comfort, heavy on the comfort, a little miscommunication (sort of), gn!reader

WC: 1.3k

A/N: I am a little sleep deprived myself, so apologies for anything that doesn’t make sense.

My masterlist, for anyone interested.

You’d been roommates with Chan for the better part of the past year, though you’d been friends for longer. Your relationship with each other was interesting, at least your other friends thought it was. For you, it was just the way it was. You were both affectionate people and that spilled over onto each other often. You’d cuddle during movie nights, share long hugs when you both got home from work, it wasn’t uncommon for one of you to walk past the other and run your fingers through the other’s hair. It had, unfortunately, chased off more than one relationship.

The one thing your other friends didn’t know, because it never came up not because you were actively hiding it from anyone, was that the two of you often shared a bed. You were both horrible insomniacs and had learned within the first week of living together that you were both able to easily fall asleep in the same bed. It wasn’t every night, but more often than not, one of you would wander into the other’s room and climb in bed. There was no hesitation anymore and neither of you bothered to ask permission anymore either.

Which is what was going on on a stormy Tuesday night. Storms made it easier for Chan to sleep, but not you, so you were half expecting him to be asleep already when you shuffled into his room.

“Hey, sweets,” he smiled up at you, lifting his blanket for you to climb in beside him.

“Hey Channie,” you returned his smile, snuggling close to him, feeling the heat from his bare chest. You laid on your side, nearly pressed chest to chest, arms over each others’ middles, your knee slipped slightly between his thighs. You were both quiet, comfortably so, not feeling the need to talk.

Just as you drifted off, you swore you felt him press his lips to your forehead.

When you woke the next morning, silencing your phone alarm, Chan was already out of bed. That wasn’t unusual – he was often out of bed before you. You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling for a moment, fingertips pressed to the top of your forehead where you were sure you felt him press his lips. He’d never done that. That was the one line neither of you crossed – no kisses, not even on the cheek. You didn’t know why. You’d have been okay with it. It was just not part of your relationship, you supposed.

In the kitchen, you found Chan preparing breakfast for you both, whisking eggs together for omelets.

Quietly, you stood in the archway to the kitchen, just watching him and trying to decide if you should bring it up.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” he asked without turning to look at you.

“Can we talk about you kissing my forehead?”

“Excuse me?” Chan glanced at you, confused.

“Just before I fell asleep – you kissed my forehead. I felt it.”

“Mm, no I didn’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Think I’d remember doing that. You must’ve dreamed it,” Chan didn’t look at you, continuing to prepare breakfast as if everything was normal. There was nothing in his voice or posture to suggest he was lying.

You let it go. Maybe he was right. Maybe you had imagined it. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time you’d fantasized about having more with your best friend. Though you’d never admit it to your other friends, that was the actual problem with how close of a friendship you had with Chan. You’d already had a crush on him before moving in together and being that close made it worse.

You were preoccupied all through your morning routine and your work day. You weren’t sure what to do. If Chan was right – and you had no reason to think he’d lie to you – then your fantasies had gone too far. You had to reign yourself in before you made a fool of yourself and wrecked one of the best friendships you’d ever known. By the time you arrived back at your shared apartment, you’d resolved to put a little distance between the two of you, bring your relationship down to a more ‘normal’ level of closeness.

You went straight to your room after work, not waiting in the living room for him like you normally would. When he came home, half an hour later, he found you on your bed reading a book. You were friendly, asked about his day, shared about yours, but you didn’t move in for a hug like usual. You had dinner together, takeout that you’d ordered. You sat across from each other at the kitchen table, talking about mutual friends and tentative plans for the weekend. When you passed behind him, taking your utensils to the sink, you didn’t comb your fingers through his hair.

That night you slept fitfully, the way you had before discovering a full night’s sleep was possible in Chan’s bed. But you’d done it for years before moving in together and you’d been fine. You could survive this.

~*~*~

You were dying. Probably. No, definitely. Death imminent. It had been a full week since you’d pulled back from Chan. A full week of not sleeping well, of the barest physical contact between you both, of the hurt look in his eyes when you pulled away from him. He didn’t say anything, didn’t ask why, just looked sad. Sometimes he looked at you like he missed you, despite you being right there.

But you understood the feeling. You missed him terribly. Your body ached for him in a way you didn’t fully understand. You’d never been that physically affectionate with a friend before moving in with Chan, you should have been able to go back to normal. Instead you felt like hell. Like you had the flu but without the cough or stuffed nose. Your head ached, your body ached, you felt miserable. You were scheduled for a doctor’s appointment in two days to get sleeping meds again, despite the way they left you feeling throughout the day.

You lay on your back in bed, staring at your ceiling, tears leaking down your temples. You hated this, but what else could you do? Your fantasies had gotten too far, obviously, you had to do something to make it stop.

Your door creaked open as a soft knock sounded against the door frame. Chan stood framed against the dimness of the dark hallway for a moment before stepping in.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, moving closer to you. “I didn’t mean to do it. I mean, I wanted to, I just didn’t really decide to do it. It just sorta… happened.”

You blinked rapidly at him, adjusting to what he was telling you. “You did kiss my forehead?” He nodded. “So… you lied to me?”

“Yes. But more because I was lying to myself and hoping not to ruin our friendship at the same time. Which I guess I did anyway.” You could see tears building in his eyes. “I knew if I kissed you once, I’d be lost,” he confessed softly, twisting his fingers in the fabric of his boxers.

“Come here, you idiot,” you held out your hand, tugging him into your bed when he got close enough. “Kiss me for real. Then we'll get some sleep and talk more in the morning.”

“You... you want me to kiss you?” he tilted his head, adorably confused.

“I always want you to kiss me,” you said softly. “I thought I’d fantasized too hard, Channie. Wanted more too much.”

“Oh,” he breathed out. He shifted, making himself comfortable on his side, before a hand came up and cupped your cheek. For just a moment, he stared at you, wonder in his eyes. Then he leaned in slowly, eyes fluttering shut just before his lips found yours. You sighed into the kiss, your own hand sliding up his chest and resting over his heart.

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#same

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250619 dominATE New York D2 / soundcheck

© TinyChannie

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he has so many opinions to give

just ask him, please

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inside me there are two lungs. and one liver. one stomach. a few meters of intestine. there's a lot inside me actually

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I wish this was me

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Thought it was sharp braille

"... bought... copper... from... this... shady fucker... bad quality... zero stars... "

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Building a home for a toadlet

(via)

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normalize biting people you like