#SMH MY HEAD FINE ILL SLEEP

[system-of-a-feather]

"I'm gonna CBT the FUCK out of you" me @ my recently rapidly declined but lately getting better fiance I just moved in with

I think a real silverlining to being a psych nerd whose been majorly mentally ill but also horrifically independent as a coping mechanism is that I have like an A+ in being high functioning and over the 6+ years have gotten a grasp and understanding of needs, stress, and how behaviors tend to play into all of that

And the other day he was taking an hour or two post-panic attack prevention nap and I was just standing over him sleeping looking at him like "man, this is sad. this is survival, all he does is brain off survival coping, but not improving, adapting, or helping himself what am i gonna do with this mental health noob /lh and loving" and was just like "hmmm aight hes going on a walk with me, work on that mindfulness and healthy redirection and engagement so we don't set a habit of dissociation and disconnecting from the world to get by lets go."

And he really appreciated that cause he's the type that KNOWS what he needs to do and that he needs to do better coping choices but either 1) forgets in the moment or 2) can't get the spoons to get started without a little prompting or 3) struggles to know when he should push himself and when he is pushing himself too much and thus - due to decision overload - just going to his immediate brain off coping

And I'm just like *hands on sides* Welp, I am a native in this group and he appreciates the structure and reminders when hes not doing well so I am more than fine narrating my day to day and thinking more for him to speed run developing better coping skills to deal with chronic mental illness

Yes sir I will tutor you now that you live with me and Ill hold you accountable to taking care of yourself so you don't fall into any pitholes that produce self loathing and depression. I will also, however, hit you over the head if you are being a dumbass like me. Smh smh.

Honestly its more than fine cause dude CARRIED me the past like 6~ years through being mentally ill and now that I am actually at peak roosting era where all I really gotta do is show up to work and exist, i got room to help someone establish their existing routine.

[spaciebabie]

The lunatics NEED to know their work was successful does Sun tell them about it later-

sun acts like a dork abt it

this happens b4 the comic i posted on ao3 btw, that sexy fun time happens when y/n n sun have been living domestically for a while. this is directly after the First Time

[jesus-in-the-womb]

Love me Tender // Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Per request from the beautiful darling herself @ladyeslspeth "Chronically Ill reader x Eddie Munson, bad pain day"

At first, I had no idea what illness to incorporate, nor did I know how to without seeming insensitive...before I realized that, hey, I have Chronic Migraines. Literally been diagnosed and I'm on special medication for them. My lack of intelligence scares me sometimes smh... So, for this request, I'm going to go with Chronic Migraines, yay *cue bored clapping*.

Warnings: chronically ill!reader, soft and charming!Eddie, mentions of drug use (medicinal!!!) gn!reader!!!

Word count: 776 (she's a shortie!)

Whatever god there was, they weren't on your side today. The second you woke up, there was a throbbing in the base of your skull, forcing your to shut your blinds and cover your head with a pillow. These headaches weren't new, nor random, constantly consuming you at least 15 days out of the month. You were lucky to go more than 4 days without one, having high spirits when you woke without immense pain.

Today, was not one of those days. The entire morning was spent in bed, the pain in your stomach from hunger not hurtful enough to mask the fatigue you'd been faced with anytime you attempted to sit up, although not a second was spent sleeping. You couldn't, so there you sat, from 8 am until the clock struck 1 in the afternoon.

However, on the other side of town, your boyfriend was growing worried, anxiety clipping him in the heart each time the dial tone of his phone all but smacked him in the head. You weren't answering, and it had been hours since he'd heard from you. He knew that you got migraines, countless days spent on your living room couch proving that to be true. But, he couldn't lie and say that sometimes, your condition worried him. He was fearful of you passing out and not waking up, witnessing many of your fainting spells on occasion.

So, with a lead foot and pounding heart, he sped his way to your house, dodging red lights and ignoring stop signs. He was surprised but ultimately thankful he hadn't gotten pulled over.

"Y/N!" he called out into the quiet of your home, stepping over your fluffy pet and making a beeline toward your closed bedroom door. he lightly rapped his knuckles against the wood, about to speak when he heard the sound of your groggy voice moaning out in what sounded to be pain, he wasn't all too sure.

Opening the door, he was met with the sight of your nearly pitch-black room, attempting to stumble his way to your bed. There you lay, blankets pulled up over your head and a stack of pillows resting on top. He nearly cooed, if it wasn't for the fact that you were wincing at the sound of your bed creaking.

"You scared me, my love, didn't know if you were okay or not," he whispered, chuckling softly as you groaned and pulled him down to lay next to you. You didn't respond, attempting to block out the pain in your skull to fully appreciate your boyfriend's presence.

You found it sweet that he was here, although you would've been fine on your own, his concern was endearing.

"Sorry, I heard your call," you trailed off, pulling the blanket off your head to rest below your eyes. You squinted at the sunlight peeking through your blinds, attempting to make out the soft shape of your boyfriend's face. Although it wasn't too dark in your room, you could barely make out his features, "you look handsome today."

He laughed, straight from his chest and caused you to wince at the volume. He immediately retracted, softly brushing your messy hair out of your face and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm gonna go grab your meds." you nodded, holding onto his hand until it fell from your grasp at the distance, tears brimming in your eyes as your head felt like someone was kicking at it.

Eddie made quick work of rifling through your cabinets. His hands knocked over multiple items he could care less about, letting out a quiet "yes!" when he found the orange pill bottle he'd been looking for. Shaking the bottle sideways, he clutched 2 pills in his palm whilst grabbing a bottle of water out of your fridge.

"Here ya go," he handed you the items, helping you sit up properly, "why don't we take a nap, yeah?" he knew you'd most likely lay there, eyes clenched shut but not actually sleeping. He still offered.

"Okay." your response was quiet, setting the water bottle down on the nightstand and scooting further into the bed for him to climb in. You lay patiently, watching the metalhead peel off his jacket and vest, setting them gently down on your desk chair. After slipping his shoes off, he moved to lay next to you.

Tugging your body close, he pressed a kiss to the back of your head, the two of you snuggled into each other's embrace. Although your head was pounding, your chest was swelling with adoration. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to have found a man like Eddie Munson.

[lovetals]

aren’t i so kind?

synopsis: you were offered to teach at another school that came with a higher pay and better perks, but how does the headmage of the nrc react to this?

character: dire crowley

deets: gn reader, yandere, teacher x teacher, well, headmage x teacher is more correct ig, nobody dies or anything but crow man isn’t that subtle with how he feels, probs v ooc crowley

note: is it obvious how new i am to this game lmfaoo. idk shit about this man other than that i think he’s a little pretty and sucks as a headmage like c’mon dude, you even let some kid with self esteem issues get blackmail on you smh 🙄 (jk azul ily plz marry me). crowley is v ooc in this btw since idk much about him, sooo :p hopefully everyone is content with him in this tho <3

i made up a false school for this since everyone in this game hates the rsa with a burning passion so i feel like even y/n here would hate them, or crowley would have a much different reaction if they went to rsa. i came up with the name supreme fairy university (sfu) so pay no attention to it i scrambled 😭

There would always be those days when nobody in class could seem to focus and just act restless in general, yourself included, and the students that tend to cause trouble would up their antics tenfold. Today, you weren’t spared from this, each period acting worse than the last until finally, the final bell of the day rang, excusing everyone from class.

Students were eager to rush back to their dorms and you couldn’t blame them, you’d run back to bed if you could. Instead, you let out a sigh of relief and collapsed into your chair, leaning as far back as you could with your eyes shut. You didn’t bother to close the door of the classroom nor did you care if anyone saw how exhausted you were, it seemed as if your students had noticed it already, anyways.

It was nice to have that moment of alone time. It wasn’t completely silent since you could still students in the hallways, but that was fine, a little background noise wouldn’t kill you. Unfortunately, your alone time would be cut short.

“You should know the classroom is no place to sleep, Mx. (last name).”

A distasteful frown appeared on your face at the familiar voice. Opening your eyes, you caught sight of a pair of glowing yellow eyes that were a little too close than you would’ve liked. Seeing this, the person above you chuckled and closed his eyes, the yellow orbs disappearing.

“No need for that hateful look—I was kind enough to not shake you awake.”

You rolled your eyes and flicked at his masked forehead, making him lean back and let you have enough space to sit up properly.

“Good afternoon to you, too, Crowley.”

Wow. You flicked his forehead and didn’t use honorifics to the headmage? How are you still teaching at this school?!

“What’s with the attitude? You’re normally still smiling every time I drop by here.” Crowley said as he leaned beside you, a hand on the desk and another holding onto the chair behind you. With the pout on his face you weren’t sure if he was serious with his next question or not. “Are you feeling ill? Perhaps a rest in my office will help.”

Ah. That’s why.

It was a little obvious that the crow-man in charge of this school held favoritism towards you what with the way he let you act so casually towards him without repercussions and how’d he dote on you. His attitude remained the same towards everybody, except for you. I mean, would a man that forced a student from another world to be a personal therapist to everyone also offer you to sleep in his working space with no extra cost? Maybe, maybe not, but you try to not dwell on this and choose to remain oblivious. It’s best to not raise questions to a matter you wish to avoid.

With a shake of your head, you refuse his offer. “That’s… kind of you… but I’ll be fine. I think I’m just too exci—anxious to be leaving here.”

Heavy silence followed after you spoke, not even the students out in the hallway could ease up the tension that you mistakenly caused.

Shit, you cursed, biting your lip in worry. Though you could try to avoid Crowley’s fondness for you you couldn’t avoid how he felt about your transfer. He’d always become silent at the mention of you switching to another school to teach, which was a much better reaction than when he first heard the news (you swear you’ve never heard a man shout so loudly and so angrily before). From a professional point of view his dislike made sense. Any boss would be upset to have a member of their staff leave to work with their opponent, but something tells you that Crowley’s issues with this were more personal.

After a way too long moment of silence, he spoke up, “You’re still going there?”

“No matter how many times you ask my answer will remain the same.”

“I see…” he hummed, switching to a regular standing position with a hand beneath his chin in a thinking manner. He soon began to mutter, “I could’ve sworn that worked…”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing! Don’t you worry your pretty little head over it.” His smile returned once more as he gave your ‘pretty little head’ a pat, an action that he was much too eager to do. “But you are leaving us soon, have you finished packing?”

When you shook your head he removed his hand from it and stretched it right in front of you. “Then shall we head off to your room?”

Teachers were given a dorm of their own to reside in while they taught at the school. There was nothing special about it other than the fact that you only had to pay for your food (something Crowley tried to treat you to ‘out of the goodness of his heart’) and any clothes or little trinkets that caught your eye (things that Crowley liked to gift to you). There was no need to pay for living in the dorm itself.

Your room was situated right next to Crowley’s, which was significantly larger than what the teachers had since he was the headmage. You were honestly surprised to be given a spot right next to him, but once you saw how far off you were from the rest of the staff and how big your room was you realized that Crowley’s favoritism was showing again. You were sure that the room you were given was meant to be for whoever was the assistant headmage, a member that seemed to be missing at this school. Though you’d never ask Crowley about the lack of one as you feel he may try to persuade you to take the position.

Speaking of him…

As you quickly packed away any items that were only around for decoration, Crowley was taking his sweet time with helping you pack. Every item he picked up he would reminisce about, retelling you how and when he bought it for you, exaggerating every detail. For stuff that he wasn’t familiar with he still found a way to make some sort of comment, your least favorite being his cold tone when asking who got it for you.

“Crowley, shouldn’t you be working on your own work?” you asked. You were starting to become more antsy the longer the headmage remained in your living space, but it seemed Crowley had pulled a trick out of your book and chose to remain oblivious to your obvious nervousness around him.

“Not to worry, I have cleared out my schedule to help you!”

Grasping for something, you said, “But shouldn’t you be working on getting the prefect of Ramshackle back to their world?”

He let out a solemn sigh, shaking his head lightly with a hand on his forehead. “Ah, unfortunately, I seemed to have hit a block in the road during my research and can’t seem to get past it.” He seemed to quickly perk back up, however, smiling at you with his hand back down. “However! I’ve decided to listen to the advice you give to your students when they’re stuck on something: to take a break!”

“Ah… you remember the advice I give to them… how thoughtful.”

“Besides,” the upbeat tone Crowley once had quickly changed to a more cold one, “they seem so happy here and might even wish to remain here. After all, who’d want to leave?

Ouch.

The dangerous glint in Crowley’s eyes at those words made you gulp and turn around without a sound, the hands holding onto the sides of the box shaking slightly. Not once has Crowley ever taken that tone with you, the only perk of being the object of his affection. You have witnessed him speaking to others like that, but it was much more different to be on the receiving end of it. Thankfully, there was a phone ring that came to the rescue.

Picking up the device off your bed your eyes widened at the name on screen.

Supreme Fairy University.

Why was the school you were transferring to calling you just a week before you would officially be there? Regardless, you needed to answer them. Looking back at the raven-haired man over your shoulder you told him who it was.

Crowley was uncharacteristically quiet as he nodded, eyeing the device in your hand with wide, unblinking eyes. You would’ve questioned this behavior of his if you weren’t so interested in finding out what the call was for. Clearing your throat, you hit ‘accept and lifted it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this (First name) (Last name) from the Night Raven College?”

“Yes, that’s correct. I was recently offered to come teach at your school and am supposed to be arriving within a week. Is everything ok?”

“I see. Well, while we were thrilled to have you join us we, unfortunately, have to recline our previous offer.”

“W-what?”

“You are not going to be teaching at the Supreme Fairy University, Mx. (Last name).”

You couldn’t believe this. A while back, when they first came to you, they expressed heavy interest in having you come work for them, even adding more benefits when you told them you’d think about it. So what was with the sudden change of mind?!

“Thank you for willing to work with us, we hope you have a great rest of the day. Please do not contact us again.”

“W-wait!”

But the person on the other end already hung up, leaving more questions than answers. Who the hell ends a call asking to not contact them? Had you done something wrong??

“(First name)? Is everything alright?”

A hand rested itself on your shoulder, little metal claws digging into it as Crowley turned you around. He let out a gasp that was a little too staged when he caught sight of your face.

“Oh, dear! You’re crying!”

You… were?

A shaky hand to your cheek made you realize that he was right; you were crying. Why? Were you really that excited to be working at the other school? Or…

“Come, come! Sit down, tell me what happened.”

Making space on your bed, Crowley lead you down to the mattress with a hand wrapped around your shoulder while the other was wrapped around your hand, his thumb rubbing over it. Somehow, this made you cry even harder.

Maybe you were just that desperate to get away from him.

Crowley kept shushing you, his cold breath hitting your ear as he brought his head close to yours, the hand once wrapped around your shoulder now caressing your hair.

“Calm down, my dear. I never inten—expected to have this happen. Why don’t you tell Crowley what happened?”

You would’ve. You really would’ve, but with how much you were sobbing and hiccuping you found it hard to.

This just made Crowley bring you closer to him, practically nuzzling your head as his hand intertwined itself between your fingers, the metal tips on his digging into your skin, yet he paid no attention to that, he instead seemed much more focused on being as close to you as possible.

“Don’t worry, take your time. I promise, I will never leave your side so you will never be alone. Aren’t I so kind?”

[wateryellowmoon]

Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend (Part 1)

Pairings- negan x daryl x reader/y/n

Word count- 520

Summary-  (let’s pretend negan was never the bad guy and was always with reader and daryl) bad guys force reader to give him the rings because he’s an ass and she has to decide which ring to give up . She ends up giving both so no ones feelings get hurt. The group goes into enemy territory and daryl and negan get the rings back. 

Authors note - this fic has been sitting in my notes for a while hope you enjoy babes !! xoxo | let me know if you want a part 2|

Warnings- | fluff| THATS IT 

-”JESUS CHRIST !, ITS HOT “ she says peeling her sweaty shirt off of her body for the umpteenth time.

-”remind you of somebody y/n” negan says with a hint of humor in his voice.

-”good one Casanova” she giggles out .

-daryl sits cleaning his crossbow in the small field surrounding your campsite chuckling lowly at the conversation had between you and negan.

-”are you guys seriously not hot ,“ y/n says in a strained voice

-y/n looks over to see negan and daryl chatting under the shade and yells at them. “HEY GUYS . WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL ME IT WAS LUNCHTIME “ 

-”sorry “ “sorry y/n.” they muttered under their breath simultaneously.

-’well since you guys are already sitting guess ill invite myself’ 

-’your always invited pretty lady’ negan says with a smirk

-’ I'm gon’ check the traps, see if everythin’ is good till tomorrow’ daryl says.

-’need some help’ negan juts his thumb towards the woods

-’nah . stay here with y/n’ daryl shakes his head throwing his crossbow over his shoulder .

-’hey, I am perfectly fine on my own. ok’ y/n says with an unbelievable serious tone.

- ‘I know that y/n. just want ya’ safe lady’ daryl walks over and kisses your cheek before taking off to check the traps

-’come on lets start dinner he’ll be back by the time were done cookin’ negan says drapes an arm over my shoulder leading me towards the small fire used for making our food and heating us up at night .

-negan and y/n sit and chat next to the fire waiting for daryl to get back finishing up making the food.

- daryl comes back to see his people talking and laughing and his stomach rumbles smelling the food cooking .

-’hey cowboy how are the traps’

-’fine.’ ‘what's for dinner girl’ daryl sits next to y/n setting his crossbow down next to him

-’some of the deer you brought in my good sir ‘ saying the last part with a horrible English impression

-negan and daryl laugh at her attempts at the accent

- they sit at the fire for a while slowly getting more tired until they eventually turn in for the night .

-’alright.’ y/n says standing up to go set her bowl down and head towards the tent that was quite a lot of trouble to put up which you wouldn't think seeing as three different people could help put it up

-see, negan and daryl like to play “whos more manly”, and that was the game played earlier today but eventually I found the instructions in the tent and put it up with some minor help from the men i call my roomies.

-we all retired to the tent to seek some very much needed shut-eye

-’night pretty girl’ negan says kissing my forehead and retreating to his sleeping bag 

-’night bugs’ i say to them both soon getting in my sleeping bag right after.

-’night lady ‘ daryl says kissing my cheeks and laying down again.

-lets hope a good nights rest prepares us for tomorrows events we are sure gonna need it .

 SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! my first fic . hope it wasn't horrible it took forever to write . I was stupid and deleted it the first time I wrote it . smh.

hope you liked it guys . if you want a part 2 let me know . love you babes xoxo

[nalgenewhore]

anything and everything

elide x lorcan, modern au, sick fic/domestic fluff, word count: 1874

The clock at the back of his classroom showed that there was two minutes left until lunch. The history teacher knew he’d lost his students three minutes ago, and tossed his printed copy of the PowerPoint onto his meticulously organised desk. “Alright, guys, I think that’s enough for today. Pack up and get out of here, yeah?” 

The sounds of rustling paper and shuffling bags filled the room. Lorcan unplugged his laptop from the projector and clicked it off, pushing the cart back to its corner. He heard his grade twelves’ easy conversations and jokes as they filed out, bidding him good-bye. 

“Bye, Mr. S,” Evangeline called, waving as she walked out, “thank you!” 

“You’re welcome, Evangeline. Have a good day,” Lorcan replied. No one else was in his classroom, so he pushed in the chairs and picked up the stray pencils that had been left. 

He slid his laptop into his bag and slung the leather strap over his shoulder. Lorcan left the blinds down from when they’d been drawn for the video he’d shown and flicked the lights off before he closed and locked the door. 

His hands were shoved in his pockets as he walked to the teacher’s lounge. Lorcan was the first there and he decided to call home, his phone in his back pocket.

As the phone rang, Lorcan grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit and rinsed it before he ate it.

His fiancée picked up after two rings and sounded even more congested and hoarse than she’d been in the morning, “Hello, love. How’s your day going?” Elide coughed loudly, the sound deep and from her chest, “I’m feeling so much better, honestly, baby. I think I’ll just pop in and teach my last few class–” 

“Lee, you're sick. You'll collapse before you get to the front gate and you know it,” he said, nodding to Rowan, who walked in with Aelin and Lysandra. Nesryn couldn’t have been that far behind them. 

Elide huffed, knowing he was right and hating it, “I’m not sick, I’m not even barfing! I’m just achy and I have a cough, I’m fine.” 

“You have the flu, Elide. You do not have the energy to teach two classes - stay home.” 

She muttered something and Lorcan could practically hear her eye roll. “Fine. I can do video calls anyway, bye-bye, L, love you!” 

“That is not what I meant, Elide,” he protested, but Elide hung up. Lorcan sighed through his nose and put his phone in his pocket once more. The rest of the apple was gone in two bites. 

From one of the tables, the blonde science teacher looked over at him, a bite of leftover risotto and pink salmon on her fork, “Was that our Ellie dear? How is she?” 

“Stubborn and petty,” Lorcan grumbled in good nature. He tossed his apple core into the compost bin, “I’m done for the day, so I’m going home. Please don’t call me if you need help.” His colleagues laughed mockingly at his inconsiderate remark and Lorcan smirked, saluting them as he walked out. “Bye, guys. Have a good day.” He walked down the hall, waving and nodding to students he recognised. 

Lorcan passed two of his favourites, Luca and Evangeline. They stopped him to talk and they chatted about Luca’s upcoming debate and Evangeline’s English presentation. He wished them both luck and continued on, all but refusing to acknowledge any of his other colleagues. Lorcan didn’t have anything against them, save for a few, but he didn’t want to be dragged into a long conversation with them when his girl was home sick and miserable. 

Outside, it was raining, but light enough that it was more of a mist than any noticeable precipitation. Lorcan got into their old Volkswagen Jetta - the car that Elide had saved for during her last year of high school to buy - and pulled out of the parking lot, going slowly around the meandering students and teachers alike. 

Since he hadn’t eaten lunch yet and he had been dreading his tuna salad sandwich all day, Lorcan stopped by the local Blackbeak restaurant. He bought pierogies, borscht, sausage, and cabbage rolls. Knowing Elide loved them so, he added on an order of sweet, apple-filled piroshkis and sweet tea. 

Luckily, the wait wasn’t long and he tipped them well when they handed him the containers in two plastic bags, including a tray for their tea. Lorcan carried their food back to the car and put it on the passenger seat, carefully fitting the cups of tea in the cup holders. 

Lorcan got back in his seat and drove on, more slowly this time so the food would remain untouched. He’d tossed his phone onto the dash and it rang. He glanced over at it and saw Elide calling him. Since he was driving, Lorcan didn’t pick up and he would be home soon enough. 

He came to a stop at a red light and looked over at the text she sent him. 

princess: r u too busy to answer me cause ur with ur new WHORE. 

princess: dont even come home tn im so over ur disrespectful ass. smh. 🙄. cant believe i ever trusted a MAN. 

princess: bby im so hungry tell me what to get i cant decide 🥺 pls help me ill b so nice to uuuuuu ❤🖤🥰🥰😘 

Lorcan laughed and shook his head, driving on home. He pulled up in front of their townhouse a mere five minutes later. Carefully, Lorcan balanced everything and locked the car. He walked through the front gate and up the stone pathway. 

Somehow, he managed to carry everything and unlocked the front door. When he walked in, he heard someone’s long nails tapping across a laptop keyboard. Lorcan chuckled quietly and put his bags down. He hung up his jacket, put his keys in the silver dish next to Elide’s, and toed off his shoes. 

Lorcan walked down the hallway and passed the staircase, putting their food on the kitchen counter. Then, he rolled up the sleeves of his wool sweater and white shirt. He walked upstairs, “Lee? You in bed?” 

He passed their shared office and leaned against the doorframe, eyes landing on his fiancée. Elide had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her dark hair pushed up in a messy bun. Her thick glasses were perched on the edge of her nose and when she looked up at him, Elide pushed them back up, “Oh, hi, love.” She looked back at her laptop and colour-coordinated lesson plan, still typing. “I didn’t know you were coming home, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“Evidently I did because my fiancée refuses to rest,” he said, shoving off the door and walking in. She rolled her eyes and frowned. Lorcan walked around to her side and crouched, twisting her chair around, “Elide. You’re sick. Your students are not going to be affected if you take a day or two off, now please. Can you just get back in bed? For me?” 

She clicked her tongue and sighed, “That’s cheating. You can’t say it’s for you when you know I’d do anything for you.” 

Lorcan smirked and cupped her face, his thumb stroking over her cheekbone, “Just doing what I can.” He surveyed her, his eyes not missing a thing. There was a slight sheen of sweat on her brow and her eyes were tired. Her skin was paler and more pallid than usual, the only spot of colour on the tip of her nose. She was restraining herself, but Lorcan could see her shivering. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m… fine.” 

He arched a brow. Elide sighed through her nose and looked to the side. 

“Fine. I feel like shit. I’m tired and I have a headache and I’m so, so tired,” she whispered, tipping herself forward and leaning into him. “I hated that you left this morning. I wanted to be with you and… and let you take care of me.” 

Lorcan smiled softly and got to his feet, picking her up as well. Her head fell against his shoulder and he held her with one arm banded beneath her thighs. He cut off the camera and sent a bland message before signing out and turning it off. As he carried her out, Lorcan asked, “Are you hungry? Have you eaten anything?” 

Elide shook her head, “No… I was sleeping.” 

“I got food. Blackbeak,” he told her, smiling when she gasped wondrously. 

“O-m-giness.” Elide said softly, dancing her shoulders around. “You’re the best, baby. Did you get piroshki? The- the sweet one. With apple.” 

“Mm-hmm,” he said, pushing her hair back again. “And pierogies, tea, sausage, and cabbage rolls. Everything, even soup.” 

“I love you so fuckin’ much, man,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. Elide’s face was comfortably hidden in the crook of his neck. She could smell his cedar cologne, the lavender dryer ball on his sweater, and the sweetgrass he’d smudged with. “We should watch When Harry Met Sally.” 

Lorcan huffed a laugh through his nose and kissed the side of her head, “Yeah. Sally’s a spaz.” 

“And Harry’s an inconsiderate asshat,” Elide replied, squeezing her thighs around his hips. 

They crossed through the door of their bedroom and Lorcan set her down on their bed. He left her be, letting her manoeuvre into her little nest of blankets, quilts, and a duvet. 

He changed into sweatshorts and a hoodie with their university’s logo before going downstairs. On his way, he re-did his hair in some tiered, sloppy and loopy bun. 

In the kitchen, he played some random song from his phone and bobbed his head as he served them both food. 

Lorcan carried their plates and bowls back upstairs. Elide got up to help her when he got to their room. On the TV that opposited their bed showed the main menu of When Harry Met Sally. He laughed quietly and shook his head, sitting down beside her and getting comfortable. 

Elide hummed delightedly and pressed play from her phone. She took the tea first and drank it quickly, suddenly ravenous. Lorcan passed her water and medicine. Elide took it and ate her beet soup, sans sour cream. 

The movie played and Lorcan ate his pierogies, gently sipping on his own tea. 

Done first, Elide put her dish to the side and leaned into him. She mouthed the lines, her eyes slowly falling shut. Lorcan grinned and finished the cabbage roll before easing out from under her and taking their things back downstairs. 

He got her more citrus tea and went back upstairs. The flu-ridden woman woke up when he got in bed and resituated herself. 

“I got the vaccine, baby,” Elide muttered, her arms wrapped around his neck, “and I’m still sick. I’m anti-vax now. They’re hoaxes.” 

Lorcan sighed through his nose, still adoring her dramatics. “You can’t say that to your students, Lee. They believe anything.” 

The chemistry teacher smacked his chest, “They arent dumb! They’re just…” 

“Stupid,” Lorcan finished her sentence. “C’mon, I had a student who didn’t know Terrasen’s capital. He was born here, Elide.” 

She snorted and hid her face in his neck. “I love you.” 

“Forever and always, Lee.”

☽ ☼ ☾

an: i luv them. omg. 

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[mrs-takami-keigo]

Hi! :D I don't know if you take request but can I ask for some Hawks x reader where the reader has depression and suicidal thoughts and he comfort them smh and tell them it's OK to get help?? And helps them to search for a therapist for exemple.. I don't know if you're comfortable writing about these topics I'm kinda new here so yeah 😶 If you're not or just don't take request, it's no big deal. Just know that I love your writing so thank you for providing us ✨top tier content✨ 😌💕💕

AHHHHH I’m so glad you like my content and for saying those amazing things!! 

Your request hit a soft spot for me, and I'm a person that’s very comfortable talking about any sort of mental illness. I’ve suffered from depression for over ten years, and have seen myself go through a dark dark space. I’ve come a long long way and I’m proud to be who and where I am today. So please, if you feel lost, or if there is no way out of the darkness, just reach a hand out and someone will grab it and hold on to you. If you need someone to talk to please contact an emergency hotline for mental illness.

Parings: Hawks X Reader Warnings: Talks of depression and suicidal thoughts! Attempted drug overdose! Rating: Explicit 18+ (Only for the fact that there is a heavy heavy theme around this request.)

Hawks walked through the door of your shared apartment. His body felt sore and a blinding headache was on its way. He hadn’t seen you in a few days due to a mission he had, so walking through that door, you there greeting him with that beautiful smile of yours was all he wanted.

But to his surprise, the apartment was dark, void of any light save for the glow from the sunset peeking out from the small slit of the curtain. Shrugging his coat off, Hawks walked around the apartment, searching for any sign of you, his baby bird. There was nothing, no sign of you using a dish or if you had hung out in the living room.

“Baby?” The pro hero hung his coat off the back of the kitchen chair, making his way to the bedroom. The door was ajar, pushing a gloved hand against the wooden object, Hawks was met with a dark room and a slightly messy room. He could see bottles of different types of drinks scattered on the nightstand on your side of the bed. And bags of chips and other snacks filled the trash can in the corner of the room.

Hawks knew what this all meant and it sent him into action. A part of him was angry and hurt but he knew it wasn’t your fault. All he knew was he needed to find you and take care of you.

“Babybird?!” He had more urgency in his voice as he called out to you. He practically tore the room apart looking for you before he heard a small sniffle come from the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.

Taking tentative steps, Hawks walked up to the closed door. He tried to turn the doorknob, but it was locked. Closing his eyes Hawks used one of his feathers to slide under the door. Using his quirk he could hear your soft breathing, sniffles, and muffled music. He let out the breath he was holding, just knowing you were still alive was all he needed right now.

Calling his feather back to the door, he used it to unlock the door from the inside. He needed to see you, to hold you in his arms. The door separating him from you clicked, and without hesitation, Hawks turned the knob to the bathroom and saw you in the fetal position in the tub. He could feel his eyes water and his heartbreak. Your arms were wrapped around you, shoulders shaking as you tried to calm yourself down. Hawks didn’t need to see your face to know you were sobbing, trying to fight off your dark inner thoughts.

Slowly making his way to the tub, Hawks got down on his knees and reached a hand out placing it on your shoulder while his other one moved your headphones away from your ears.

“It’s me, baby, I’m here for you.” Your body stopped shaking at the sound of his voice, you turned to look over your shoulder. Hawks was sure he let a few tears fall from his eyes when you looked at him. You had dark circles under your eyes, they were red and puffy from your crying. Hair a mess, as if you hadn’t brushed it in days.

“Oh baby bird.” Hawks climbed into the tub with you gathering you in his arms, holding you against his body. You cried into his chest, your fists balled up, gathering his shirt in them. Hawks just rocked you back and forth in his arms, patting your hair and cooing at you. Being in the tub Hawks saw a bottle of pills with no top by the drain and small white pills spread across the acrylic surface.

He had seen you during a depressive state and you had told him about your past struggle with darker thoughts, but he had never seen it this bad. Hawks pulled you away from him, his gloved hand came up to cup your face, making you look at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have been here in an instant.” You knew he wasn’t upset with you, but you felt like such a burden.

“Because you're the number two hero in Japan, you have lives to save and villains to capture. You shouldn’t have to worry about my sad pathetic life.” You could feel a new wave of tears flow from your eyes as you spoke. The dark thoughts you had convinced you that he could do so much better without you and that he would never truly love you for you. That the only reason he kept you around was out of pity.

You knew it was all false but the mindset you were in right now allowed those thoughts to steam on a continuous loop in your head.

“Your life is the only life I care about. You are my world, my life, my everything. If I lost you, I’d lose my mind.” You could see that Hawks wasn't lying, tears flowed out of his eyes like they did yours. His hold on you grew tighter, it made you feel like a hand reached into the dark muddy waters of your thoughts to pull you up and keep you safe.

“You might be better off. You would be fine Keigo, you'd have the love and support of your fans, and the citizens of the city.”

“I could give two fucks about them. Please baby I need you to understand, I only need you, your love. That gorgeous smile of yours to brighten up my days.” He kissed your dry lips, it felt like a breeze of fresh air to you. “I need the beautiful eyes of yours to greet me every morning when I wake up.” His lips brushed against your eyelids. “These hands that hold mine on cold winter nights when we take quiet strolls through the park.” Next were your knuckles.

“I need all of you to be with me forever and always.” He kissed your lips again but you could feel his lips tremble against your own. You weren’t sure if you were tasting your own tears or if it was Hawks’.

This time you pulled away from him, resting your forehead against his. You felt like you could think a little clearer now being in his arms, hearing his voice. For once there was silence, actual silence. You also knew this wasn’t the end for you, now it was just the beginning.

“Keigo?” You broke the blissful silence. Hawks opened his eyes, not knowing when he had closed them.

“Yes, baby bird?” His hand on your back had never stopped moving.

“I need help.” Those three words held so much power to you as if a weight had started to lift from your shoulders.

“Anything you need, you just tell me.” Hawks pulled you back to his chest. “We’ll make a couple of calls in the morning and do some research for a therapist okay? But first, let's get you some real food and sleep.”

You nodded your head against him, the sound of his heartbeat calmed you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too baby bird, so fucking much.”

[ghoulciifer]

So heard you want Haikyuu request! So when I get mad at someone (VERY rare) I just look at them like 😠. And just kinda shun them like “dont talk to me 😠. That was rude 😠” so i just scoot away from them. I wont walk away from them, ill just go to the other side of the couch or whatever and if they try to console me im like “no! You spoiled my show 😠” and only kinda yell at them if they keep pursuing like “im mad at you” and if they touch me im like “NO! IM MAD AT YOU” is all lmao UHHH PART 2

hc: how Kageyama and Nishinoya react when their S/O gets angry

tw: none (i think?)

tags: angry!reader, haikyuu, eventual comfort/fluff, slight nsfw with noya

notes: ahsgshahajsh i’m the same way when i get angry but i CRY so much, so i kinda felt this one? but i did hc’s for this because i wanted to do it NOW. i love my boys, especially noya. ty for the request, i love you, and my inbox is still open for asks ❥

» i feel like kageyama is just permanently unaware of everything going on around him, like all this boy has on his mind is fuckin’ volleyball and you, ofc

» i also feel like this is a big reason why doesn’t have a filter sometimes... which gets him in trouble.

» you two are just chilling on the couch, all cuddled up together, watching a show you’ve been trying to catch up to him on (because he’s impatient and apparently can’t wait for you to come home smh)

» you’re halfway through a super suspenseful episode, and there’s a huge lead up to a plot twist but it’s just dragging on forEVER

» “ugh, why can’t they just show who dies, already?” you grumble under your breath, beyond irritated, huffing for good measure

» kageyama just

» nonchalantly fuckin’ spoils it

» “oh F/C/N dies, happens next episode.”

» the speed in which your head turns his way is inhuman LMAO

» you’re so angry you can’t even form words, your blood boils as it rushes to your face and your brow is furrowed so deep

» not only did your boyfriend ruin the rest of the episode but YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER DIES??

» of course kageyama doesn’t notice your death glare until a couple seconds later, looking at you with the most dumbfounded expression

» “...what?”

» you don’t even say anything, just get up, take a deep breath, and walk as calm as possible to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you

» meanwhile kags is still just ?? nani ??

» he leaps into action and tries talking to you through the door but once he hears the tub’s faucet running from your bathroom, he knows it’s your me time and he shouldn’t interfere

» so while you’re soaking up in a hot bath with your favorite scented candle burning at the edge of the tub, listening to your favorite playlist at a comfortable volume,

» kageyama literally sits on the couch and thinks SO HARD about what he could have possibly done wrong ahsgsgshaja this boy

» you were fine before you started watching the show, even after the show started you were quite literally all over him, so where did he go wrong?

» it finally dawns on him that your sudden mood change happened after he spilled the beans on your favorite character’s death

» insert kageyama slamming a palm to his face

» THIS DUDE FEELS SO FUCKIN’ BAD NOW

» he waits at least another 15-20 mins before creeping into the master bath to check up on you, a warm mug of your favorite tea in hand and the sweetest look on his face

» how could you still be mad at him when he’s literally doing the 🥺 face ???

» he crouches at the edge of the tub and leans forward to press a gentle kiss into your temple before setting the mug on the ledge, situating himself so his chin is laying over his folded arms, facing you

» “I’m sorry I’m an idiot... and about F/C/N. I know you liked them a lot.”

» you can’t help but giggle at how precious the moment (or the look on his face) is and you raise a hand to his cheek, rubbing the soft skin over his cheekbone with your damp thumb

» “It’s okay, Tobio, at least I didn’t have to see it. But next time... try not to spoil anything, okay?”

» nishinoya might seem like an air headed tornado to most, but he’s actually pretty perceptive !!

» so he’s always aware of when you’re angry, very in tune with your emotions, constantly tries his best to avoid hurting you or your feelings in anyway

» but uh... he fucks up sometimes.

» you were at your shared home, waiting for him wearing nothing but his old volleyball jersey and his favorite pair of your panties (y’know the ones, with a cute lil’ bow on the front and less fabric in the back ;0)

» there wasn’t really any special occasion but you both made it very clear during a suggestive text conversation earlier in the day that you were going to jump each other’s bones as soon as you got home

» he did let you know he needed to stop by tanaka’s after work to pick something up, but you figured that wouldn’t take long at all, right?

» wrong

» you’ve been nestled in the same spot on the couch for hours, the sun no longer shining into the living room, and you were absolutely steaming from the ears in wait for your boyfriend

» you honestly weren’t even in the mood anymore the longer time dragged on, the show you put on doing nothing to distract you from your aggravation

» eventually you hear the familiar jiggle of your front door and the clanking of keys being hung on the rack before footsteps head your way

» you keep the blanket in your lap wrapped around your waist and sit up, arms crossed, bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly with narrowed eyes

» “Hey, baby! I missed you all da-“

» he tried leaning down for a kiss but you pressed your hand against his lips before they got close enough

» noya is confused for a split second before he notices you’re wearing the one piece of clothing you know will get you laid when you wear it

» “...fuck.”

» “Actually, no, not anymore.”

» you get up from the couch and side step around him, ignoring the way his fingertips brush against your wrist in a failed attempt to grab it

» once you make it to your bedroom you lock yourself in the bathroom to change clothes, wash your face, let your hair down, etc.

» the running water lets noya know you’re starting your nightly routine, and there’s no way you’re doing anything after that

» he’s very aware that you just need to cool off, you got your point across and all that remained was the recovery process

» so he decides to use this time to get himself in his sleep clothes as well and situate the bed in the most comfortable set up possible, the way he knows you like it

» also grabs a snack or two from the kitchen and sets it on your nightstand in case you do decide to talk it out instead of going straight to bed

» he patiently waits for you to emerge from the bathroom as he holds onto the stuffed koala he won for you at some fair years ago HE’S SO CUTE I CAN’T ALDJSHSJAK

» when you finally do come out, donning an old pair of his sweats and an oversized t-shirt, hair brushed and face clean, his face instantly softens

» bc he can’t help but admire how beautiful you look in moments like this 🥺

» once you see the look in his eyes and the stuffed toy in his arms, it’s all over, my guy - you don’t even remember why you were upset in the first place

» you climb on the bed and settle on top of him, head tucked under his chin and arms wrapped underneath his shoulders while he runs his hands up and down your spine, koala bear long forgotten

» “I’m sorry I was out so late, babygirl, I lost track of time... I’ll make it up to you whenever you want, okay? and I’ll hold you like this if you just wanna go to bed.” He finally says after a comfortable silence, kissing the top of your head as he finishes.

» your heart practically melts and suddenly you want to be the one comforting him

» “It’s okay, Yuu. I love you so much.” you lift your head from his chest to give him a sweet kiss as he reciprocates the phrase against your lips

» the kiss lasts much longer than intended and grows in intensity - next thing you know, he’s got you flipped over with his hands sneaking under your shirt to explore your soft skin, mouth latched onto your neck

» his hands wander to the waistband of the sweats resting over your hips and when his fingertips brush over the familiar texture of lace, he looks up at you with the MOST excited look

» “You kept them on?? FOR ME??”

[sickgrave]

I’m going to share a bit of my breast reduction surgery experience since I couldn’t find a lot of info about people that went through it while being chronically ill! Feel free to reach out and ask questions if there’s anything I didn’t cover below ❤️ 

Here’s a bit about prep and the first few weeks of post-op recovery (tw for mentions of throwing up, needles, blood, and general surgery talk):

Prep:

I was scheduled for surgery on a Monday and got a call from one of my surgeon’s nurses on Friday (since they close over the weekend) to go over prep. I was allowed to eat until 4:30 AM the morning of my surgery since I wasn’t scheduled until 12:30PM, but ended up letting dinner be my last meal. I asked the nurse if I should take my usual meds before surgery (Xeljanz, tirosint (levothyroxine) and she said no. HOWEVER, when I mentioned that I take corlanor and explained what it does (keeps my heart rate normal instead of spiking to 200) she decided I should absolutely take it with a sip of water the morning of. Make sure to go down the list, ask EXPLICITLY about your medications and explain why you may have hesitancies about not taking them. Sometimes nurses just... don’t know what drugs do what- especially if you go through a surgeon’s practice and not a hospital- and that’s okay! The more thorough you can be the better you can make sure your experience is.

Day of (before the surgery):

I ended up getting called in early since my surgeon’s schedule seemed to be opening up (good thing I didn’t eat wicked late like they said I could!). I was taken back almost immediately. I was asked to pee in a cup for last minute testing (pregnancy tests smh 🙄) and given what was basically tylenol to take while I waited for the anesthesiologist. 

The team was very quick to hook up my i.v. (one poke in my hand! that’s a new record honestly) and shortly after the surgeon came in with a student to make guide marks with a pen- we also discussed my goals one last time to make sure we were on the same page about size. I was walked over to the surgical table, situated myself, and got about 5 words in before I knocked out for good!

While I was briefed about the possibility of having drains inserted there was a good chance I would be sent home without them. I personally didn’t need them but you might- and your nurses and surgeon will go into great detail to tell you how to care for them and when you should be able to remove them!

Day of (after the surgery):

This is where it gets the most hazy for me. I know I was kept in the facility for an hour after the surgery but don’t remember any of it. I don’t remember the nurse helping me get dressed, or wheeling me outside. I do remember throwing up quite violently and not being able to figure out where the vomit bag was or how to keep it in front of my face. I do remember the heat really getting to me and thinking I wouldn’t feel so sick if I were inside and cooled. If you have a home with stairs or live in an apartment I highly recommend you DON’T CLIMB STAIRS. Maybe arrange to stay with a friend or at a hotel if you can, or stay on the first floor of your home. Even with 2 people helping me I stumbled almost drunkenly, while vomiting, just praying I could get to my recliner before I passed back out again. It was terrifying and I definitely didn’t have the strength to deal with it- I’m lucky I didn’t crack my head on the concrete stairs outside or fall flat on my chest.

I vaguely remember being fed ice chips (highly suggest having ice ready, as well as popsicles and ice cream) and sleeping a lot. Once I was awake, we discovered I couldn’t take the pain meds I was given due to allergies. I ended up taking extra strength tylenol at normal doses and though I was uncomfortable, I made it by just fine. The pain levels are pretty exhausting but I think the worst part is that it’s consistently achey and feels tight- like your breasts are way too high on your chest. I was allowed to use ice packs for 20 minutes at a time but my cousin who recently had the same procedure was told to completely avoid it. As with most things listen to your surgeon and their specific instructions for YOU and your body- there’s usually a reason.

Post-op (1 day after):

This seemed quick to me, but the day after my surgery I went back to see my surgeon. He removed the surgical bra I was sent home with and I IMMEDIATELY got nauseous and gagged a lot- but once I had ice packs and a cool drink I felt alright. There’s a lot of bruising and swelling the first week so your tits look pretty gnarly. If you have any signs of infection you’ll be put on antibiotics, but luckily for me I seemed to be healing just fine. The back relief and lack of weight is amazingly immediate though! I could already feel miles and miles better. 

I was told that I could shower the next day (wed) and to be careful about it. I fully recommend taking it SUPER slow. The release of pressure when removing the surgical bra really takes it out of you. I was able to shower for maybe 5 minutes before I had to tap out and vomit some more. It felt amazing to get clean though. 

Recovery:

I tried to get back to work (I’m still remote so this would’ve just been sitting up and being on my computer) 2 days after but couldn’t handle sitting up like that. By Friday (the 4th day) I was much better. I wasn’t nauseous anymore and could sit up and work, pay attention better to the tv/games, and just all around felt more aware and in less pain. 

At my 1 week post op I didn’t feel sick when removing the bra and was told I could start wearing zip front sports bras. I could start to lift my arms pretty well and now (at 3 weeks post op) I’m able to lift my arms above my head without any pain or weakness. The 2 week mark is when I’d say I noticed the most leakage from my wounds. While I didn’t tear anything (which is totally normal, just make sure to reach out if it seems excessive!) my bandages did have a bit of blood and fluid, mostly around the under-boob.

My wounds are already fading so well and since most of the wounds are closed up I’m not really leaking anymore. The only pains I have are the occasional ache and a shooting pain you’ll feel in your nipples every now and again, which is good because nerves are reconnecting but really sucks for about half a second. 

Having multiple chronic illnesses I think it took me a little longer to get to a place where I felt comfortable resuming tasks. I’m definitely still a little more weak than usual and can’t push myself as far as I usually do. I’ll try to add more info as I remember it and share any questions that come my way!

Overall I’m super happy with the results and the few days of throwing up (which is my personal hell tbh I can stand a lot but vomit is the last of it) were worth it looking back.

[icharchivist]

hello icha!!!!! learned from my mistakes and typed this out in a separate document. first i have to say im feeling a very deep connection with citron as of late bc i was giving myself a pep talk abt like physics and i told myself "face up and man the music!" and was like "...is that wrong. theres that song called man against the music isnt there... yeah it must be right" and. well i realized later. i also think the phrase "dont cry because it happened, smile because its over" is very good. also I’m halfway thru creating a very eclectic list of like. a Pokémon team for each a3 character which is… something. kinda knew it would happen to me. might take a while for me to finish it tho now that I’m halfway bc I’m suddenly having a crisis like “wait shit I’m only confident on my understanding and characterizing of like 4 characters am I good enough” so… it’s slow going lol. anyways. i finished that damn physics thing I was giving myself a pep talk about and so am treating myself to autumn/winter. happens that watching these events is also like. the only thing which reminds me to actually like. log into a3 lol. i am so bad at gacha games. probably a good thing in the long run. ok starting from the top!

hisoka going "zzz" as his reaction made me immediately go... oh dear, please dont fall asleep in the bath and guess what happened. yeah. good thing homare was there lol. speaking of i fucking adore homare and his poetry. id buy his collection. i also wish there was a collection like if there was a master list of every poem he says in like. at the very least main story. if not i will literally do it myself. i love homare so much im like him in that back when i had to play dodgeball id always be like kufufufu they cant hit me if im friendless enough that no one pays attention to me but like in my case it actually worked out. on the subject of the pillow fight tho, hisoka's crazy strong pillow fight throw... one more mark on the list for suspicious, maybe assassin occupation. this event made me realize how much i missed winter like. i saw the stranger pretty recently (which has caused the effect of be being like "taichi!! thats my boy!!" in my head everytime he shows up lol but anyways i havent gotten to a winter play yet so im VERY hype. especially bc this seems like it stars hisoka and homare??? like oh!! oh!!!! also detective fiction... im swooning. i also just enjoy the hisoka homare dynamic a whole fucking lot i think its nice how homare was like "yeah im ride or die for this funky lil amnesiac, why wouldnt you be?" and its just like. nice. feel like hes always reaching out to hisoka which is like. man homare is so nice.

back to chronology. ofc sakyo goes cheap for the hot springs lol. on brand as ever. was very hype for the azuma sakyo dynamic bc all i remember is like azuma trashing everyone including sakyo at some game or the other in one of the winter chapters and it was very good. or was this a clip in like a stage play? either way it was delightful. at first i misinterpreted taichi going "…" after azuma and sakyo said theyd never been on a field trip bc like. taichi being quiet or noncommunicative... after going thru autumn troupe act 1 it makes me fear for my life a little lol. anyways im glad he was just like planning fun times. speaking of taichi tho we got a tasuku taichi pair for etudes!!!! im not spoiling myself for later events but i hope to GOD tasuku and taichi do like a lead co lead in SOMETHING or at least like some mixed troupe event i want them to talk!!!

also dunno if this is an intentional pun but i enjoy that its called high spirits at the hot spring bc like oh theyre having fun but also bc like. "spirits" is used to refer to a certain type of alcohol i think? which is cool. dunno if its intentional but i liked that. anyways the talent show. taichis moving rendition of single ladies... ok i know it said single fellas but like. we know. wonder if that line was a different song in japanese? its not too old at ALL tho imo. anyways the way banri and juza being themselves Are the entertainment... flashback to when banri slaps juza live on stage instead of doing a stage slap lol. my reaction to azuma essentially went:

azuma: I can offer to bare my soul, and a little more ;)

izumi: what do u mean by that???

me: hey tasuku and omi were shirtless what's ur problem with azuma

anyways i reread and from what i understand they were maybe only flexing and doing a gun show? which like. no wonder it didnt last too long then lol. also explains why they didnt have shirtless sprites i suppose lmao. i am SO curious abt what azuma ended up doing tho that fade to black is so mysterious! did he tap dance? did he pole dance? the world will never know...

oh also im not like super familiar with azuma yet but my read on his personality is definitely like "I am so touch starved All The Time but I will be chill. :) :) this is fine :)" like he just seems to rly like being around people! just like basking in presence whether or not hes rly talking that much.

i enjoyed that juza mentioned pillow fighting with his lil brother... thats nice! i think a lot of this event was just focused on ppl having fun over the drama lol bc it got wrapped up sooo quick. i liked the bit where sakyos worried that izumi was out late searching for him tho it was so sweet. table tennis match was very fun although id argue calling hisoka and juza the two quietest tho lol like... banri exists so juza isnt quiet. just like inevitably. finally, the event cg!!! azumas hair tied up... so nice! thats how I tie my hair up sometimes tho it doesnt look nearly as nice lol. taichi rambling abt his first love for so long tho... lol. ill be honest i have to reread autumn bc i was not aware of this whole situation until it came up in the stranger and i like inferred from there. the end of this event was nice! it was cute. i dont rly have much thoughts on it but im so hype for the winter play

Hello:!!! so good to see you again, freshly learning from your mistakes then :3c

the connection with Citron is a BLAST to read about. I am glad that Citron is there, on your mind, supporting you at every turns of language. It's beautiful.

AND OH THE POKEMON LIST!!! thrilled to hear about it being a wip ongoing! take your time ofc and i hope you'll feel more confident as you go for your characters interpretation! i believe in you!

lmao i'm glad the events help you remember to play a3, i'm sure that by the time you'll be done with the events you will have unlocked so much of act 2 you won't have to worry too much about it. Anyway i'm glad you treat yourself to good things :3c

of course Hisoka fell asleep in the bath. tbh this event was a lot of "Hisoka almost dies in a spring house multiple times if it wasn't for his troupesmates". Between sleeping in the bath and almost swallowing the table tenis ball... where would we be without Winter, and especially Homare, taking care fo him.

I'm SO GLAD you like Homare that much! he's so so good! i'm sure there must be a masterlist somewhere, or well. can be done anytime i guess?? but yeah Homare is fantastic and LDJFDLKFJDF the evil plan to avoid dodgeball from both of you.. this is incredible DLKJFDLKF. But yeah alas he's loved by his own so he gets hit smh.

And yeah Hisoka is just acting sus huh.

BUT YEAH... YEAH... WINTER... BELOVED.... I feel regular and normal feelings for Winter as you know, s o .

(i'm so delighted that you feel that way about Taichi though, as he deserves!! what a good boy!!!)

But yeah Winter play next!!!!! i love the winter plays so much i hope you'll like it as well!! aND YEAH HISOKA AND HOMARE AS A DUO... for a DETECTIVE story?? so good.

I'm sO GLAD you like their dynamic! yeah i adore it too. Homare was so quick to leap into taking care of Hisoka? Like i mean he immediatly called him sleeping beauty when they first met, and immediately decided to be his roommates to watch over him, and then he did everything to take care of him and it's just so sweet. Homare has such a big heart he's so gentle with Hisoka. Homey and comfortable, whenever Hisoka admits it or not ahah.

ahah wouldn't be Sakyo if he didn't need to stay cheap. BUT YEAH the Sakyo/Azuma dynamic is pretty good. oh the event you talk about i think is in some of his very first backstage storyes (that you can read if you have them since they're at this point of the chronology). There's one where they play a mafia game and Sakyo is warry of Azuma because "people like him are those you need to worry about the most" and Azuma is just ":) you wound me :) i would never :)" and then Azuma wins the game and starts to mess with everyone. It was so fun. and yeah i see which clip you mean for the stage play!! it's so so fun they have such a neat dynamic and i loved to see it in this event as well.

and omg worrying about Taichi while he was just there preparing a fun time! this child really would have worried us all back then huh

but AHH YEAH TASUKU TAICHI.... It's such a neat dynamic! ofc i won't say anything but man i love the potential of their stories, as the two ex Godza boys. To see them bond and be comfortable with each other always make me so soft.

OH NICE CATCH FOR THE PUN! i think it must be the reason for it tbh, i love it! thanks for pointing it out!

The talent show was really fun yeah ahah! I wonder what it is in Japanese too but at least the localization was hella fun!

"anyways the way banri and juza being themselves Are the entertainment." THEY'RE SO SILLY I love them so much

AND LMAO YOUR REACTION AT AZUMA I LOVE IT. YEah i think Tasuku and Omi are just flexing (which is Still. SO FUNNY. Just there saying "our talents is.. our muscles...") meanwhile Azuma is like "my talent is that i'm crazy hot :)"

But YEAH Azuma... AZUMA WHAT DID YOU DO....

your read on Azuma's personality feels pretty spot on to me ahah omg. Staying with what you know about him, the fact that with his job and all, he seems like he's starving for connection while also terrified to make himself emotionally vulnerable. He loves staying with people, listening to them, caring for them, and he's touch starved as hell (i mean it's his job) but he doesn't seem to really know how to be on the receiving hand of affection. there's a flair talk, i can't remember where, with Omi at some point, where Azuma compliments him, and Omi is just "mhm.. but you know i think that it's more about you" and ends up complimenting Azuma in depth and it let Azuma dumbfounded because he didn't expect Omi to trick him at his own game, while Omi just genuinely don't get why Azuma is reacting that way. He gives he gives he gives, and he's genuinely happy with that, but he seems to have difficulties to take, or to demand for something, while also starving for it. I have so many emotions for Azuma.

Any mentions of Juza's little bro are the best things. I love this type of mention TwT

And yeah it was such a laid back event. Honestly deserved after the crying fest that was The Stranger imo. It's good to relax once in a while and it was nice to have them have fun. There was the bitterness of both Azuma and Sakyo's past that was always a bit looming but everyone was working so hard for them to enjoy themselves that the joy just overtake any sadness i loved it.

Sakyo worrying about Izumi is always adorable TwT

And yeah the Table Tennis match was so fun and chaotic LMAO. I love the dynamic between Juza and Hisoka. Just two usually quiet boys who like sweets. Except that yeah like you say, as long as Banri is around, Juza cannot be 100% quiet. Rip.

THE CG WAS SO PRETTY i loved seeing it. And omg you can share your hairtips with Azuma how nice :D Azuma manages to make everything look beautiful smh....

Oh yeah Taichi and his first love! if i recall he mentions it quickly at the begining, that Yuki reminds him of his first love, and he says that again at some point - then the fake Portrait he does he mentions his first love again. And since then it's been a reccuring topic so yeh :3c

but yeah! this event was really sweet and laid back, not much to say about it, but it was nice to have it at all!

Hope you'll like the winter play :3c

Take care and thank you again for your thoughts <33 i love reading them!! bless you!!

[oikaw-ugh]

ok i just saw justine requested for 1 already so imma go ahead and request for 3 LOLOLOL

HALLO SOPH, HAHAHAH SHDBHADB THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING INTERESTED WITH MY OCs I love them so much, too!

Tagging Pilar and Dilag as well! @ineedselfcontrol-helpme ​ and @applepienation ​ (insert sparkle emoji since I’m at the PC)

Also! I posted my other fanart of them and a couple of canons I made before hehehhe (at the very bottom)

Full name

Fujiwara Maria (Breath of Nature)

Preferred name/nickname

Maria

Generally referred to as

The mother who has Daddy issues HAHAHAHAHHA

Appearance

Sex: Female

Height: 5'4"

Weight: Somewhere around 60-80 kilos hehe

Build: Voluptuous? Did i spell that right?

Hair: Her hair is curly and it used to reach up to her elbows but now it’s up to her jaw.

Skin: Fair complexion. Fujita did say her face is smooth but her arms are rough. (Notice how Fujita does all the commenting? She’s a bitch)

Eyes: Her eyes are inspired by Muzan’s! They are green in color but the slits are very demon-like which scares other slayers sometimes.

Mouth: Not too thin but not too full.

Hands: Small! She hates it because anyone can literally wrap their fingers on her hands and wrist.

Feet: Small.

Scars: None.

Other features: 

Noteable features: a helix piercing.

Voice

Accent: Very motherly-like? It reminds you of a mother.

Verbal Ticks: Has difficulty with pronouncing ‘r’

Language: Let’s assume they speak Nihonggo.

Articulation: 

Laughter: She usually sounds like a choking chicken.

Grump: She mutters under hear breath when she’s mad. Like, Fujita is convinced Maria is into witchcraft when she mumbles.

Breathing: She does the ‘OWWWWW’ Amida does.

Mannerism

Face: She’s not frowning but she’s not smirking either. It’s like (o_o) but not as creepy as Junko’s.

Hands: Knuckle cracks.

Legs/Feet: She likes to Indian(?) sit

Habits: She chews her nails.

Posture: Kind of slouching. 

Walking posture: She kinds of slouch when walking.

Sitting posture: She slouches, too.

Personal space: She likes receiving hugs from Fujita, Amida, and Junko (which happens rarely since the whole lot is not that expressive smh)

Personal

Spacial awareness: She usually can’t tell HAHAHHAHA

Sleep: She sleeps late. She’s very productive at night.

Excercise: Being a slayer.

Activity: She does the chores unconsciously. She just hates getting dirty so she does the chores first since she can’t really rely on Fujita. Amida and Junko helps though but they are not that good (at least for her)

Cleanliness: She likes to keep things clean.

Odour: She smells like nature!

Medical drugs: None

Narcotics: None

Addictions: Coffee

Illness: None

Injuries: None

Parasites: None

Other:

Introvert/Extrovert: An introvert. 

Diet: She eats anything edible. HAHAHAHAHAHHA survival to the fittest

Optimist/Pessimist: In between? 

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Romantic: She’s never tried to be in love so I can’t tell. She does get jealous of partners being affectionate to one another (not her getting jealous when she went for Fujita and Amida's wedding but is also too tired for commitment. I mean, being a demon slayer is already a big commitment-)

Memory: Poor. HAHAHAHAH.

Planning: THE BRAIN OF THE GROUP. BE IT AT THE FIELD OR JUST AT A NORMAL BASIS. EVERYONE THINKS SHE IS RIGHT AND SHE IS MOST OF THE TIME THOUGH.

Pensive: Her famous line: “Ah, shit. I shouldn’t have done that, right?”

Intuition: She’s good at it! She’s the brain.

Goals: To protect her friends in honor with her senpais.

Insecurities: Her scars from the demon who tried to kill her.

Achievements: She became one of the most highly-regarded demon slayer.

Anxiety: Deadlines. And the sound of her speaking crow.

Overwhelmed: When she sees too much blood. She can handle it but...not too much.

Self-help: She sucks surprisingly! She’s good at giving advice but she can’t apply them on her own. But Junko, Amida, and Maria has her back dw.

Comforts: Her friends.

Philosophy: To do things in honor for her deceased fathers and her demon slayer senpais who saved her from that hellhole

Triggers: Demons.

The Past

Parents/Guardians: She lives with her father. At their village, rumors spread that there’s actually a demon living at the mountain near their village. Men of their village decided to raid the mountain in the hopes of killing this demon.

With this, she was forced to live on a different household, working as their maid for the mean time while her father is away. But surprisingly...the village never heard about the men for months after they left. A survivor managed to return though, only to say that the people shouldn't expect for the rest, including Maria's father.

School: Her father thought her the essential skills for her to survive (cleaning, cooking, even hunting)

Adolescence: She gained more weight and she grew taller.

Leaving home: Didn’t mean much to her. It was leaving her father’s memories behind that pains her.

Further education:

Life events: She grew hysterical when a survivor from the group of men who raided the demon’s den was able to come back to the village. No one believed him when he told them that he’s the only one who survived.

Maria refused to believe his bullshit and so, she went to the mountain herself, only to be knocked out unconscious by the demon the moment she went in the abandoned house.

Worst day of their life: When she raided the demon’s lair alone. She was mad, yes, but she was terrified as well.

Lessons: Things just don’t go according to your way sometimes.

The Relationships

Family: She grew with her father but he unfortunately died. When she was knocked out by the demon, she had to be surrounded by corps for months and that developed her slight trauma for blood. Waiting for her end, she was miraculously rescued by these 'demon slayers' who would become her senpais.

Her senpais are both members of the demon slayer corps who were tasked to kill this demon. Maria was the only one alive amidst the sea of corpses so they took her in.

Because of this, Maria was inspired to become a demon slayer, not only as a sign of gratitude but also as a way to avenge her father.

Notice how her clothing has onion-print on them and she has her tips dyed pink? Because her other senpai loved onions and they also had onion-print on ther uniform while the other had their hair dyed pink. She did these to honor her senpais. I mean, okay Maria you are grateful but that's just plain weird.

She then meets Junko, Fujita, and Amida who became her friends and her family.

Friendships: Junko, Fujita and, Amida.

Friends in need: She will not hesitate to HELP you.

Annoyance: She grumbles a lot! She wouldn’t speak her thoughts but you’d hear her mumbling underneath her breath. Again, witchcraft according to Fujita.

Romance: Heard of it but never tried it. In the future, she knows it, she wants to try it, but is too lazy.

Marital problems: bich?

Adversaries: -

Enemies: Demons, dirt, and insects.

Strangers: She’s very approachable even though she is an introvert.

Fun stuff: She loves to eat onions! (raw, caramelized, or what)

Dating: None

Best friend: Amida, Junko, and Fujita

Love: Her father, her senpais, her friends.

Respect: Her father for risking his life and her senpais for saving her. Fujita for accepting her despite of being a 'commoner' (we all know Fujita is joking but Maria took it personally. Not offended though). Junko for letting her in her life despite her trauma and Amida for accepting her even if she couldn't replace his senpai.

Interactions

Mingling: She’s very timid at first but she’d warm up eventually.

Comfort levels: Comfortable talking to people who are older than her. She thinks younger people are as stubborn as Fujita.

Physical: She likes to give cuddles occasionally. Well, shed love to all the time only if her gang is into physical touch.

Group: She looks fine but she’s very anxious deep inside when talking to a group of people.

Jealous: Of those who still have their father.

Temper: SHORT. Like an asian mom’s.

Empathy: She feels for her friends. They all had it rough in different ways.

Affectionate: MOTHERLY-LIKE.

Distaste: When she hates someone, she tries to be kind to them. Fujita tells her to just straight ass tell them she dislikes them but Maria is too kind for that.

Responsibility: To eliminate every demon she sees.

Self-esteem: Normal. 

Honesty: I wouldn’t say honest but secretive? Like, if you didn’t ask, she wouldn’t say.

Leader or follower: A LEADER. Though she’s confused why but she is.

Praise: She likes them!

Criticism: She accepts them!

Insults: She disregards them. She knows better anyway.

Embarrassment: Hmmmm when they see her eat raw onions? Because that’s disgusting for some?

Flirting: Haven’t tried.

Attention span: OOMF! Poor when not on a mission. But when she is on a mission, she becomes very attentive.

This is my last post of being a dork so might as well pour out all of my nerdiness >=]]]]]

MARIA

•Maria is the eldest of the 4 and is the first one to join DSC.

•Maria has her hair pink and her clothes designed with onion patters to honor her seniors who saved her from the demon near her village. (Emphasized on her back story)

•Maria was attacked by the demon residing at the mountains near her village. Hitting her head with shards of glass, specifically her eyes. This is then the reason why she wears glasses. (Emphasized on her back story).

•Maria is the mother figure of the 3. 

•Maria has separation anxiety because of her daddy issues. (Emphasized on her back story).

•With her sepanx, Maria would insist on having the group in tack in missions even if the situation demands the 4 to split 

•Maria, being treated like Cinderella from the household who sheltered her, is used to chores.

•Maria fights the cleanest.

JUNKO

•Junko joined DSC next after being influenced by Maria.

•Junko came from a wealthy family.

•Junko hates her father and his principles in life.

•Junko always had her hair tied up because she hated the fact that men loved her straight and silky hair.

•She also always had her hair cut raggedly (?) because men adored her straight hair.

•Junko hates talking about beauty. She thinks that everything and everyone is beautiful and must not be questioned.

•Junko hates arrogant, ignorant, and disrespectful men (emphasis on men).

•Junko, surprisingly, can tolerate Amida and he is so far, the only man who can touch her with ease.

•Growing from a rich family, Junko is accustomed with poetries, books, and paintings. These are the things Junko and Fujita get along well.

FUJITA

•Fujita came from a wealthy family.

•Fujita has brother complex hehe.

•Fujita, after hearing her brother's death, disappeared from her household for months. Eventually, she came back with dirty clothes, bloody wound, and with Maria, Junko, and Amida. At this point, she has already joined the DSC.

•Maria and Junko found Fujita fighting with the drunkards the night Maria and Junko indirectly adopted Fujita. Fearing for her life, they had no choice but to fight back against the drunkards.

•Fujita emphasizes on how Maria, Junko, and her should eventually retire and settle down with someone wealthy. (Maria and Junko hates this discussion)

•Growing from a wealthy family, she is used of things going according to her way so she is used on bossing everyone around.

•She likes Amida??? SIKE THEY'RE MARRIED

AMIDA

•Amida, after running away, was homeless for months. With no food, no shelter, and no money. (Emphasized on his back story).

•Amida loved his senpai so much up to this day, he dreams of meeting with him once again.

•Amida's biggest fear is to know that his senpai has turned in to a demon.

•Fujita found Amida on the streets. He had no choice but to go with Fujita because of starvation, homelessness, and dehydration.

•Amida seems like the only person who couldn't tolerate Fujita's banters and orders.

•Amida sympathizes with Maria. As much as possible, he helps with the responsibilities.

•Amida is a fast runner. Very much useful when fighting.

•Amida grew in the streets with senpai and is used to fights. Fighting against demons is not new to him.

•Amida considers himself bisexual. Aside from Senpai, the only person he admired is Fujita (romantically or platonically, it will be unanswered). He admires how she, with no doubt, brought him along with her when he had nothing.  THEY'RE MARRIED THO SO JOKE'S ON U

Amida

Junko

Fujita

[dolphin-enthusiast]

hello there fragolina!! 💌🍓✨ mamma mia, today was very hard, exhausting really 😞 it does get very tiring trying to fight off physical pain and keep my mind in check,, oh well, i just have to hold on until better things come!! that being said, i hope you are healthy both physically and mentally, and if you aren't, remember that it's okay to not be okay love 💗 (1/8?)

"i've been alone for most of the day, since everyone else in my house have been so busy,, especially since i have to rest because of the illness stuff,, it sucks not being around people, even if i'm an introvert! i did eventually find ways to keep myself occupied, like embroidery and cooking and music!! 🌺 (2/8)

i also finally ate a proper meal today!! it was really good and i felt good about myself afterwards!! i also got to watch a show during it,, one my older brother introduced me to, it's called the Walking Dead and it's a very well-done apocalyptic show,, which also tends to get super gory so i flinch at parts hehe 😅 (3/8)

i got to play some minecraft again today, but it was a little unnerving since some random stranger kept blowing up my phone while trying to flirt with me,, needless to say, waifu bro threatened him i think, and then i could play in peace!! 💫 (4/8)

sadly my night is ending on a sour note, and for a dumb reason too, my mom fixed me some dessert, but i felt very guilty eating it since all these thoughts popped in my mind about insecurities and such,, being in such a low point feels horrible, but i know i can get through it since i get to come back here everyday and cheer myself up ❤❤❤ and quinn seems to have revealed my torture dancing abilities, no? well then, of course i'll torture dance with you at the wedding darling 💞 (5/8)

ahhhh, i really have no clue what this writing even is, i guess i just wanted to share some small achievements of mine,, i know it's quite stupid, but i'm a little proud of myself for being able to get simple tasks done haha,, i hope things do perk up soon so i can provide more happiness for everyone!! that is my goal after all! (6/8)

so goodnight deary, i'll see you tomorrow 💕 and hey, try and get at least a tiny bit of sleep for me,, it can be really difficult, bit if i've learned anything through the rare bouts of sleepless nights, every bit counts! (7/8)

(to those who are struggling like i am currently, remember that i love you so much 💓) - love always and forever, waifu anon xoxo 🌹🌙 ps: don't worry my lovely morgy, i like to listen to some more aggressive music too!! my taste is all over the place,, from the classics to punk rock (and even, very rarely, certain rap) but if it means laying down and relaxing to hardcore music, then i'll enjoy it with you either way hehe 💘 (8/8)"

Darling its such a shame ur feeling like this but just remember none of it is real, all the anxieties are in ur head and whilst it succs majorly none of it is acc true and ur body is fine just the way it is. Once more i have no idea how to advice even though im no stranger to this type of problems but try to properly eat and if there is some dessert then eat just a little if u feel like thats better

U need not be embaraased about sharing these with us since we very much also are proud of u and ur little victories. May u get well soon from the physical pain as well smh

But i should mention im gonna fly over to america and kick everyone that tries flirting with u like that (and if he aint in america imma track him down too) aha luckily ur brother took care of that for me🤡👊 also i havent seen walking dead properly, only bits and pieces and tbh it doesnt interest me too much simply bc the apocalyptic genre doesnt appeal to me but hey maybe i could watch it with u someday nonetheless haha jk u n l e s s 👁️😳

Also introvert gang gang although im used to loneliness and dont mind it at all giving that im basically alone 25/8 but hopefully the clown army will remove that feeling for u shdhd im also not surprised that u can do emboridery too like what can this girl NOT do lets b real 🤪🤪🤪

And one more thing i couldnt b more happy to hear that u listen to the same music i do too...it really do b THE goal to just chill together whilst listening to aggressive rock music hfbdbduduhsjd

[petersmparker]

Such is Life (Peter Parker x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter takes a bit of a day off to spend some time with the girl he loves.

Word Count: 1628

A/N: just a quick little drabble because i literally cannot get snuggling out of my touch-starved hell brain (although this isn’t even that snuggly smh). listen, I’m already 2/3 starting fics with Peter getting rained on while being spider-man so when do i get to declare that My Thing?

Despite the storm occurring across much of New York City, the air is warm with midsummer comfort, and Peter Parker finds that he doesn’t mind getting soaked nearly as much as he normally would have. The rain is hard and the wind a bit strong, but the sky is kindly devoid of thunder and lightning. With the weather’s almost-blessing, he had taken to the streets in his regular routine of patrolling as Spider-Man. By now, it’s been about two and a half hours since he had departed his apartment through his bedroom window. In that time he’d stopped no muggings, prevented no break ins, and gotten soaked to the bone in the downpour. Crime didn’t want to go outdoors today, apparently.

He’s taking a couple seconds of rest on top of the community center in Hell’s Kitchen when Karen’s voice breaks through the sound of rain and city noise.

You should head home, Peter, she suggests with a tone not dissimilar from that of a caretaker, Being out in the rain for extended periods of time can weaken your immune system and put you at risk of illness.

Peter lifts his arms to examine the red fabric, darkened with the moisture. “I was kind of enjoying it,” he responds, “But you’re probably right. I’ll head in. Thanks, Karen.”

You’re welcome.

He figures that Karen has a point-- even if today’s weather had been providing an odd kind of delightful discomfort, as if he was in a sun-heated pool fully clothed. The clock situated on the face of the building across the road, however, informs him that it’s still a whole lot earlier than he would typically turn in. Which would mean that today is the first time in a while he’d be able to spend the day with you.

Suddenly motivated to be done for the day, Peter makes his way across Midtown West toward Queens. His apartment building appears in his view after a good few minutes, but he passes his own fire escape and swings around to the other side of the building. The clothing that hangs from your little clothesline drip onto the metal floor of the fire escape, and Peter can’t help but smile when he sees them. Your window is open, allowing the rain to blow in onto your windowsill. As he climbs through, pulling off his mask, he’s quick to give you a humoured look.

“Your clothes aren’t quite dry yet. I checked,” he says, reaching up to release his suit and begin peeling it off his moistened skin.

You’re at your desk, a thin blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a movie playing on your laptop. You suck air in through your teeth, eyebrows raising, as you say, “Yeah, I forgot to bring them in again. Decided there was no point in bothering now. You’re done for the day, right?”

“Yep,” Peter agrees, as he goes about closing the window behind him and turning out his suit, “Not much going on. Normally would have spotted a few things by now, but it’s pretty lazy out there. So, I thought I would come in early for once. Spend some time with my girl.”

He pads across the room to your closet and puts his suit on an empty hanger to dry, before approaching you to press a kiss to your temple.

“Karen told you to go home, didn’t she?”

“Oh, yeah, absolutely,” he admits.

“I knew it,” you laugh, poking his side, “You would have stayed out there all day.”

When Peter hugs you from behind, he’s still very much wet from being outside. His hair drips onto your cheek when he curls into you. Despite the discomfort of having the water run down your skin, his presence has immediately harkened a shift in your mood. You feel softer, warmer, sleepier. Peter is like a cushy pillow or a fuzzy blanket; he’s returning to your own bed after a week away from home. It’s impossible not to melt into him.

“I might’ve stayed out there,” he contends, “but I would have been thinking about being here.”

He turns his head to press a kiss to your neck, and you reach up brush a hand through his hair. “Uh huh,” you murmur, “Go dry off, you’re gonna soak my whole room.”

Peter laughs, but does as he’s told. “A bold accusation coming from the person who left the window open during a storm,” he teases, searching through the bottom drawer of your dresser for a dry pair of his boxers and sleep clothes.

“I like the sound,” you defend, “Only the sill is wet, anyway.”

You watch as he continues to crouch in front of the dresser to search through the drawer. His skin gleams a bit as the string lights hanging around your room reflect off the moisture. He’s a bit too beautiful for your heart to handle.

“Where’s my Midtown sweatshirt?” Peter asks, dropping a pair of boxers onto the floor next to him.

“I’m wearing it.”

Peter glances up at you. “Oh. You are,” he confirms, “What’s wrong with your own?”

“I’m sure mine is doing just fine, thank you. I’ll let it know you asked.”

He comes back over to bend down and give you a kiss, grinning. “Yeah, alright,” he humors you, grabbing the bottom of the sweatshirt to pull it off of your body, “My turn with the sweatshirt now. Wear my decathalon one from last year. It’s too tight around my arms.”

You allow him to take back his property, but voice your support of him perhaps going shirtless. The fact that he continues into the bathroom without even responding elicits a delighted giggle from you. Though you can’t see his face, you know all too well the expression he wears; faintly pinked cheeks and an exaggerated roll of the eyes. Such is the nature of your and Peter’s flirting.

Each teasing comment or joking touch, which at one time served to fuel your high-energy honeymoon stage, has matured in the year and a half you’ve been dating. In the most positive way, your relationship has become a routine.You know that this is something that a lot of couples try to avoid, but with Peter, there’s nothing better to be hoped for. He’s unpredictable, he’s busy, and the world around him has a tendency to get messy. Despite this, your dynamic is forever the same. You adore it. You adore the familiarity.

You adore Peter.

Peter takes his time toweling off his body and hair in the bathroom before he pulls on the clean set of clothes, and returns to find that you’ve put on the grey decathalon sweatshirt as suggested. You’ve left your desk to sprawl out on your bed on your stomach, legs kicking absently behind you. You’re scrolling through your phone and haven’t noticed him, so he takes the opportunity to just look at you.

As time passes, the amount of time Peter gets to spend in your company lessens. With the increasing difficulty of your school lives as you begin to prepare for college, and Peter’s ever-consistent commitment to operating as the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man (in addition to some extra responsibilities occasionally passed down by the Avengers). . . there is less and less time for you to appreciate one another face to face. The love is still there, of course. The affection Peter holds in his heart hasn’t dimmed a bit since the day you first exchanged “I love you”s-- and he’s found that, perhaps, it’s gotten a bit brighter.

Peter does all he can to find time for you, and yet, doesn’t feel the need to punish himself when he simply can’t manage. You’re the pinnacle of understanding and encouragement. The point which he gravitates around. The apartment across the hall may be the place where he lives, but you are his home.

“What’s up, space cadet?”

When you look over your shoulder and call out to Peter, he’s shaken out of his thoughts. The teasing smile that graces your features is a familiar one. This isn’t the first time he’s drifted off like this.

“I think I miss you,” he professes.

Despite the laugh that escapes your lips, your expression softens. Peter responds immediately when you beckon him over to the bed. It’s old hat the way he settles into the left side of your bed, pillow still situated the way he’d left it nearly two nights ago. You don’t sleep on that side of the bed anymore, whether or not he’s there. He rests his head on his arm and uses the other to pull you closer. You pet your thumb across the skin of his cheekbones, coaxing him further into the comfort of the space.

“You’ve been busy lately,” you start, voice delicate, “I’ve been a bit busy too.”

Peter reaches out to pull you forward by the back of your head. The caress of his lips against yours is soft, but a bit needy. For several long moments you’re suspended in time, attentive to nothing more in the world than the gentle press of Peter’s lips, the tangle of his fingers in your hair, and the movement of his body as he shifts to hover slightly over you.

“I kind of hate being busy sometimes,” he sighs once the world starts turning again, lips still brushing against yours.

“That’s just how life is, Pete,” you respond, once Peter pulls fully away to lie back down, “We’re going to be occupied, and then eventually we won’t be. But we’re here. It’s still us. It’ll always be us at the end of the day.”

When Peter envelopes you in a hug, there’s something about it that feels very much like a ‘thank you’.

“That’s all that I need.”

[bunny-banana]

For the director's cut thing, the story where Fabri asks Ermal out on a date but Ermal doesn't realize that? 👀

YO SO WE GONNA DO THAT OR WHAT

Its this fic btw if anyones curious.  

Chap 1

Even with closed eyes, he sensed the man lying next to him turn towards him but Fabrizio did not spoke immediately. No, he just stayed silent for a bit, Ermal wasn’t quite sure what he was observing but before Ermal could ask, Fabrizio broke the silence.

its u. he’s gazing at u, u idiot.

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’You didn’t exactly give off the vibe that you’d say yes’

“What the fuck does that even mean? I don’t give off the vibe?!”

mr no-homo meta has NO right to be surprised at that. boy went into a panic attack every time someone as much as breathed the suggestion ofc fab was Anxious

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A certain Roman showing up at his doorstep looking like he’d belong to the Milan Fashion Week.A tight grey shirt whose top three buttons almost begged to be opened (yet remained miraculously, in Fabris case, closed!) clung nicely to the body underneath it. A very fine silver chain hung around his neck that perfectly fit with the rings and the watch on his hand.Instead of ripped denim, now tight & shiny dark jeans were worn and to round this look up, an impeccably tailored black, suit jacket was thrown over him.

so not to be Hoe on main but we all just love Sexy Fab.  but more so, i really thought Fabrizio would have put a lot of effort into dressing nicely this time around. Probably called a few friends, crying to help him. He just wanted Ermal to like his look. Which he did.   A lot.  again, outstanding heterosexual of the year, ermal meta is completely mesmerised by that look.

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“Well, well, Fab. Gotta say, this place is on a whole different level“ The curly haired man commented as he flipped through the menu.“You like it?”“How could I not?”

again, Fabrizio intentionally looking up a fancy place for their Date, something he actually felt a little bit uncomfortable about himself and wouldnt normally chose for himself. But then again, he was greatly relieved when Ermal actually did say he liked it.

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*It felt.. nice. The whole evening was quite nice, Ermal had to admit, even with the unusual ambient.

Ermal is just honestly iconic in this fic. man enjoys fabrizios appearance, enjoys talking with him,  eating out with him, just spending time with him in general sooo much……and yet.

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Fabrizio tilted his head and was it the candle light or something else, but a intriguing shine filled his eyes.“I’d know something sweeter than this.” In the next moment, everything turned upside down when Fabrizio suddenly took his hand and intertwined their fingers, his thumb gently brushing over the back of the younger man’s hand.

THE COURAGE THIS TOOK. THE NERVES WHICH WERE WRECKED.  Fab really just went “ok here we go balls to the wall now or never”

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Chap2

“So, Fabrizio….Fabrizio likes me. Apparently.” It felt interesting to say it out loud. Ermal got a tingly feeling at the thought. So ..it was him who made Fabrizio blush earlier? Who made him nervous? And smiley?  Christ, he actually really wanted Ermal to like his outfit, didn’t he? A small smirk found its way on Ermal’s face. Who would have thought that he’d have Fabrizio Moro of all people wrapped around his finger.

erm: so im het

also erm: wow i really really like the fact that fabrizio is into me. its actually super exciting. kinda makes me happy in a way.

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“Wait, what?! I should ask him out?!”“Yeah? Isn’t that something you want?”Is that something he- But that would imply that he’d want to pursue Fabrizio, his very male, masculine, manly friend Fabrizio who was definitely not by any chance a woman. To have a relationship with guy that was …..romantic… and oh sweet Mother of God, sexual?!“I- I- I don’t know.”

so yeah, to get to the bottom of this, when you’re in the process of realising your own …..non-heterosexuality, its just A Lot to take in.  I thought, realistically, that would just be a bit too much for Ermal to take in at that moment. He had to process the mere thought of “yes, you could have a romantic relationship with this guy, since he’s into you. Its absolutely a possibility”. When you’re conditioned to think “i can only ever date people of the opposite sex” all your life, it takes a bit of time to get accustomed to new possibilities.

And then theres the sexual aspect which is like, on Jupiter, for Ermal’s current state of mind.

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Chap3

The video he currently was immersed in showed a slow-mo fight between a mongoose and a cobra that in all its intensity outdid any action movie in a heartbeat.

i remember watching that vid before writing that chapter and being mesmerised by it. u fucking go lil mongoose!

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[Bizio]: sorry i cant this weekend

First, i just love the thought of him being saved as Bizio on Ermals phone. Second, the reason why he replied so late was because he was wrecking his mind about it. Should he go? should he not? god, the thought of seeing ermal excited him and yet scared him. nonononno. he’s trying to get Over Ermal. He needs space. he is not ready yet.

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[Ermal]:Fabri!! Heard you’re coming up North! 😁 I have this excellent bottle of wine that a fan gave me the other day (don’t ask) so how about we open it at my place? I know you love a good wine 😉🍷

He couldn’t even slide the phone back into his pocket before it started buzzing. Surprisingly, the reply came almost instantly this time.[Bizio]:sorry no the schedule is pretty tight for me at the moment i dont think ill have much time in milan

i just image him getting the weirdest fucking fan gifts. also lmao the lightning speed with which fab replied. homeboy saw that wine would be involved and imemdiately thought “nononononono. worst case, my drunk ass might kiss him, god forbid. we are absolutely not gonna do that”

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[Ermal]:So I’m flipping through the channels at home and there comes a baking show and I wouldn’t normally stop to watch but you know what they’re baking? Those creamy pastry things we had in Lisbon!

Now the idea about the Pasteis de Nata stemms from a real life event! During ESC 2018 i slept at a friends house and since the contest was held in Portugal we decided to cook something portuguese. Thats what we did. They fucking slap. Also, one of the best weekends ive ever had

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However, this is how things continued as to all of Ermal’s messages, he’d receive rather uncharacteristically short replies. When he sent him photos he’d often not reply at all and even when he called Fabri didn’t pick.

Okay we have to image in WHAT kinda mental state Fabrizio is in that time. Boy is EMBARASSED to death. Then obviously, he is trying his hardest to get rid of this crush.  So he just isnt talking to Ermal at all. Which in turn makes him lonely and sad.  So then Ermal shoots him a message, sends him a picture and Fabrizio is immediately head over heels again. Which he shouldnt be. Bad Fabri. And the circle repeats itself.

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Fabrizio who smiled sweetly at the host, who hugged her tightly, who joked with her and oh, whose eyes didn’t stick to her face but wandered more and more south.

Dude honestly, Fab was not flirting with anyone. He was just being nice as he usually is. And we all know he a lil bit sleazy so yeah, he might have looked down once or twice. but he really was not flirting. It was just Ermals affection-deprived mind going berserk.

Also that was the first time Ermal witnessed Fabrizio being affectionate with someone else. And the contrast to that cold shoulder he received was just the last straw for him.

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“Why is he all smiley and lovey-dovey with her while he treats me as if I’m a war criminal?!” Ermal shouted the second the other line got picked up.“Uhm, hello? Maybe a ‘Good morning’ first of all? A simple ‘how are you doing, Sabina?’ would have been appreciated too.”

Damn bitch can ya greet ur sister first before going off smh

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And would it have been really that bad if Ermal had just held on to his hand? Let Fabrizio gently stroke him with his thumb, maybe even squeeze back while Ermal’s finger draws circles over letters that covered the older man’s knuckles.It would have been nice and Ermal would have liked it.

I think he just needed to see what he was missing out to realise what he really has always wanted. If things were to go back to normal, he would have never made any realisations.

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“Am I- Do I like Fabrizio?”

No, we dont ask what he is. Because thats for another time, a calmer time. Or maybe not at all. He doesnt know the answer to that question and its not important right now. All he knows is that despite it all, he likes Fabrizio.

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The fact he was a guy was new, but those feelings involved weren’t.

I feel like this is just a very bisexual experience. At least to me it was. Its very confusing when u are genuinely attracted to the opposite sex, so you make the conclusion: you are obviously straight. Its not possibly that you are not-straight.  

Then u start feeling attraction to someone of ur own gender and its like “hmmm. Obviously this must be fake since we have established that Im genuinely attracted to the opposite sex ”

But the thing is..it aint going away. And then u think how you’d perhaps be down for sex, and perhaps be down for something more, and perhaps do all those nice things you would be doing with someone of the opposite sex.  

So yeah, its ..its really confusing and complicated to figure it out. And if you actually do have a feelings for someone it only makes matters more complicated ig

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“Jesus, I really do like him. Me. Liking a guy.”

Again, once u made That Realisation, its just the WILDEST thing in the beginning. a complete NEW concept being applied to yourself.

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“LISTEN CUT THE BULLSHIT I KNOW EXACTLY THAT YOU’RE HOME! OPEN UP OR I WILL STAND HERE ALL NIGHT I’M NOT FUCKING AROUND!” In addition to the knocking he now also started ringing the doorbell. He sure as hell wouldn’t move here until that door wasn’t opened.“I DONT GIVE A FUCK, I WON’T EVEN SLEEP AND NEITHER WILL YOU. I CAN GO ON FOREVER YOU HEAR ME, FABRIZIO MOBRICI?!”

Ermal is just unhinged in all my fics.

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Epilogue

[Ermal💛]: You ready?

Fabrizio added that heart right immediately after Ermal left his house a week prior.

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Ermal looked….cuddly.

So yeah we all know Fab isnt the keenest on fashion and shit. And i just though Ermal would want him to be as comfortable as possible on their date, so he was like “ay come casual” . and also, its sort of cute that Ermal lets Fabri see him so casual too, its sort of more private in that sense.

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And those were still the mild surprises, let’s not start with the downright shock he felt when his brain started providing words like kissable, attractive, sexy and hot during lonelier nights.

i have a fic for those kinda nights too

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“It’s not that far and God knows men your age need the exercise anyway.”

ermal just cant show affection like a normal person, he has to roast u even when he’s madly in love with u

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What followed behind the colourful door was a small chaos. Literally. People constantly coming and going, with buzzing voices chatting in every corner. They made their way half through the rather crowded establishment, got greeted by a waiter who rushed past them, before they finally spotted a couple leaving, liberating two chairs for them.

SO YEAH. the restaurant. it is loosely based on a place here in Vienna. Its pakistani food too, its a buffet, its kinda chaotic like described in the fic. also u can pay as much as u want.

i just thought, yknow, its home made cooking and its kinda relaxed and chill and casual and has a certain liberal flair to it. and i thought yeah that has fabri energy we gonna use that. also their mango rice puddings fucking slap

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Languages were not his forte, those belonged to Ermal, but Fabrizio ran through his options. It surely wasn’t French or Spanish, that he would at least recognise. German looked different too; they had those dots over their U’s and those curly B’s which allegedly weren’t B’s at all. Swedish? Danish? No. He’s been to Ikea often enough to know that his wardrobe wouldn’t be called Qershor. And Russian had different letters but maybe it was something similar to Russian?

Okay, so I’m a known Slut for Languages.  Fabrizio is not. I can pretty much recognise most European languages in written form at some point in a text. Fabrizio can not. Therefore writing this from the perspective of someone who really isnt into languages was kind of interesting and a bit challenging. I was just thinking ‘how would he recognise them when he isnt into them?’  And i think, in the end, i did it realistically.

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“Is it like..Serbian? Croatian? Or something?” He mumbled while putting a piece of eggplant in his mouth but quickly realised the answer when Ermal almost spit out his water from laughing.“No, definitely not. I can guarantee you, it’s very much not Serbian or Croatian ‘or something’.” Ermal chuckled with a bright smile, obviously enjoying their little guessing game. “But you’re close. In a way.”

This is SO embarrassing but this whole language guessing game was just a setup to an inside joke I have with myself.  So, for those who don’t know, I speak Serbo-Croatian. And I study Slavic studies. The first things they tell you in the first lesson of the Slavic Linguistics course is “Please, for the love of God, PLEASE, dont say Albanian/Hungarian/Romanian is a slavic language”. Apparently many europeans assume these languages are because theyre surrounded by slavic countries. BUT TO AN ACTUAL SLAVIC NATIVE SPEAKER, the difference is immediately obvious and so its quite comical when people assume theyre related languages.   So i thought the reverse would be kinda funny to Ermal too.

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“I can be anything the teacher wants me to be. A good student, a naughty student, whatever floats his boat…” He asked sultrily before winking at the man across of him whose higher brain functions seemed to have ceased at once and just gaped at him like a fish.

boys whole brain got fried when the sexiest man in italy started flirting with him. issokay, he was just shocked. fabrizio has never been flirty with him before, he’ll get used to it.

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“I was just trying to give you the best date that I could.“At those words, the Roman frowned however."Wait, this was a date?!”

im just an asshole honestly

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They giggled as they finally closed the gap between them going for a slow and deep kiss.

i just love them being all SOFT and in LOVE

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“Erm, I- I have an instore tomorrow, I better be well rested.”His counterpart just huffed and raised an eyebrow.“So were you planning on staying up all night, huh?”

Fabs horn dog brain definitively went HmmmmMmm this is nice:) ..could get even nicer:)  but no fuck, i have work to do tomorrow

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“Love how you immediately forget about a good night’s sleep once you have a tongue in your mouth.”“Fuck off.”

He just got carried away as if u were complaining ermal smh

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"I bet on everything I have that your password is 'liberoanita1’ so yes, I actually can.”

Parents culture is just using ur children’s names as all your passwords and we all know Fabri is that kinda parent.

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All in All, i also wanna talk about how the epilogue mirrors the first chapter, but in a more successful light.

Fabrizio dresses for Ermal - Ermal dresses for Fabrizio

fancy place - more casual place

They take the car - they walk

Fabrizio takes Ermals hand on the open for everyone to see - Ermal takes Fabrizios hand under the table, in private

They eat their dessert seperately - they eat theri dessert together

they fall out - they become closer, kiss

they dont talk - they plan the next date

anyway thanks for reading and thank uuuuuu for this ask julchen

[dreammutual-remade]

high school!donghyuck

request: idk if you’re taking reqs but i really like ur highscool aus so if u want to write one abt hyuck ill be :^))))))) - anonymous

word count: 5.1k

a/n: oof its been awhile unnies!!!! ive had exams for the past two weeks and I still have exams now so im sorry for not posting anything but reblogs with headassery in the tags!!! we are continuing the high school series n renjun is next!! since I got like 3 requests for him !!!!! hhehhehehheheh its gonna b cute <3 anyways hope u enjoy this I love my lil duckie baby

masterlist

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

big oof i’m gonna cry while writing this

i’m running out of creative ways to say let’s dive in

let us take the plunge

okay!!!!!!!!!! so you’ve been an editor/writer for the school paper for pretty much all of your high school career

you’re not super well known though because you don’t try to take any credit for anything and always sign your pieces like “- the daily newspaper team” or smth 

anywhom you’ve always loved writing about the stuff around you or making up little short stories

one of your hobbies is just going people watching and trying to write down a brief description of people you see and what you think they’re on the way to do

you’ve befriended the baristas at your favorite spot, lucas and mark, and they always beg to read them but you never let them because mark is too nice to tell you it’s shit and lucas is too dumb to at least say it nicely

you’ve got at least 6 notebooks FULL of these little stories but you’ve never really ? showed anyone because wow showing others your work is Scary

criticism ???/$&/&:&:&:

it’s midway through the first semester of the school year and you’ve been super busy since it’s football season and you gotta write about all the games

and you haven’t had much time to write your cute little stories for yourself and you miss it a lot :/

this weekend though the chance of rain is SUPER high so the football game is cancelled and you have plenty of time to yourself !! :D

there is, a setback tho

THUNDER!!!!! IS SO SCARY !!!!!!

u fckin softie

you decide to tough it out though and get suited up in some polka dot rain boots and a rain jacket and set off to find somewhere to chill

as you’re walking to the nearest lil greenhouse/cafe thing it starts raining ,, ,,, hARDER

when you started it wasn’t rlly raining it was just like that weird tension in the air right before the air pressure drops and it starts to rain and you were already on edge OOF

but then it’s raining so you clutch your notebook to your chest and dash

usain bolt had nothing on you girly you were ZOOM ZOOM

broom broom- doyoung

unfortunately you don’t make it though because with you head down to keep the rain out of your eyes you run RIGHT into someone’s CHEST !!!!!!

hehe u know i’m a sucker for these god damn TROPES

your notebook goes flying and and the arms attached to the Chest That Caused Your Grief come up to catch you by the arms

“oh gOD sorry are you okay ??? i wasn’t looking and i was trying to keep my journal dr- MY JOURNALSDJDDD”

you fling yourself out of this boys arms and pick up your soaking wet journal sadly

:((((((( you had so many stories in there wtf

“oh shit i’m sorry do you uh want me to buy you another one ???”

“no that’s okay it wasn’t your fault :( and it’s just a journal i’m only sad because all my stories are gone :(((((“

you finally look up from your Ruined journal to see , the prettiest boy

you can’t tell for sure cause his hair is soaking wet but it’s a bright red that looks a bit faded and his skin is tanned and golden like HONEY OOF

he meets your eyes and awkwardly smiles and he looks so GUILTY AW

“no really it’s fine don’t feel bad!!”

“okay but i feel bad what can i do to make it up to you?”

“hMMM you could come help me think of wacky stories about people who walk past”

“well if you INSIST m’lady”

“aw, never mind”

“IM JUST KIDDING SJDJJD”

so in the pouring rain you both walk to cafe and find a little corner to people-watch in

on the way there he tells you his name is donghyuck but his friends call him hyuck

“dude that’s the sound goofy makes when he laughs your friends are terrible”

“oh my god i don’t even think they know what they’re saying HsjdjHEHHS”

after a couple minutes of bad goofy impressions you decide to call him duckie instead because ,,,, GARSH MICKEY 🤠🤠🤠

also because it’s cute

you didn’t hear this from me but he uwued so hard rip his street cred with the Boys

anyways right before you settle in you’re like hey uh did you have somewhere to be like weren’t you heading places

and he was like nah i like the rain it’s nice to just walk around feels GOOD

your eyes widen so big and he snorts because what’s so ridiculous about that

and you’re like uh UH NO NOPE NO SIR I DONT FUCK WITH DEMONS

your dramatic ass tries to get up and LEAVE but he grabs your wrist and is like noooo we haven’t even written any stories yet why do you hate rain so much ??

you explain how thunder is the work of the devil and that lightning could strike you down where you stand at any moment and storms are EVIL

he chuckles and side eyes you

“aW you big wimp you’re afraid of thunderstorms aren’t you”

“yES. like any sane person would be”

“you know a lot of people actually like storms”

“like i said, SANE people do not”

and then you change the subject right quick because your face is getting RED with embarrassment

you n donghyuck spend like 2 hours just sitting in the corner and writing little scenarios on napkins

“oh shit that girl over there with the french braids is TOTALLY gonna marry hipster beanie guy in two years. mark my words”

“idk y/n she lowkey has the hots for the barista”

“ ew you mean mark??”

“yeah. now THAT man is a work of art”

MARKHYUCK RISE

“god what is wrong with you maybe you should buy me another book”

“too late now we’re FRIENDS and i don’t owe you ANYTHING”

“being friends doesn’t work like that at all but, okay”

at the end of the day you’ve got a stack of napkins with scribbled notes on them

(one of them has donghyuck’s number on it skdkkfjd)

he leaves you with a bright smile and you’re in awe this boy is so golden and lovely

oof and when you were still in the cafe his hair had dried to the unnatural red color that he ? somehow made look good ugh not fAIR

and it was a lil curly and fluffy and looked very soft :(((((

as you walk home you drift along the sidewalk with a stupid smile on your face wow please get a little less obvious hunty

when you get home the sun is setting and the rain has cleared and you are so Happy that was the best day !!!

you weren’t even scared of the thunder because whenever the sky would fckin CRACK OPEN hyuck would subtly try to keep your attention and distract you with questions

the sky: AAAAAAAAAAA

duckie: oH Hey uhhh so hOW do you even come up these stories ?):$:$ theyre so good

such a sweet boy uwu

when you get home your mom eyes you suspiciously as you drift down the hall towards your room but doesn’t comment

she didn’t need to though because you immediately return and tell her everything !!!

she encourages you to befriend him at school and see where it goes from there ;))) or just TEXT HIM

so you do

both of those things !!!

you: hey!! it’s y/n btw

duckie: hey! u make it home alive without the sky cracking open and killing u

you: stOP MAKING FUN OF ME

you send him memes and he sends , even better ones back this boy is Husband Material

the next couple weeks you realize that hyuck is actually in like a lot of your classes

and he’s like yeah i don’t blame you for not noticing since your nose is always in one of those Damn Journals

can’t believe u smh

anywhom

you start actually interacting with people in class

and by people i mean donghyuck and any of his friends who happen to be there

you literally get thrown into their friendgroup like one day you know donghyuck and have vaguely heard of jeno since he’s on the soccer team

and then the next you’re a part of the group message and jaemin begs for your math homework during lunch ????

“jaemin just dO YOUR OWN HOMEWORK FOR ONCE ???”

“ugh but i don’t know how”

“hey you know what maybe if you didn’t sleep in class you WOULD”

“IM TIRED GOD DAMN IT”

this is usually when duckie interjects with

“hey now girls, you’re both smart <3”

“i know im smart but , jaemin , i don’t know about him 😔😔”

poor jaemin leave him alone :(

jisung is , extREMELY awkward around you because he’s a Baby Freshman and you’re a Female Senior hsjdjf it’s so cute

and chenle is the complete opposite he IMMEDIATELY latches onto you and is always like

“y/n !!!! wanna watch this video of me singing and playing the piano when i was thirteen on live national television !!!!”

“y/N !!!!!!! can you drive me n jisung to get ice cream plEASE !!! we won’t even play PSY this time”

“okay,,,,, pinky promise?”

his pinky hooks around yours at an incredible speed as he jumps up and down with excitement

“pinky promise !!!!!!!!!!”

hyuck overhears and insists upon coming with for , unknown reasons

renjun and jeno keep snickering to each other across the lunch table too uGH

sneaky bastards !

after school you wait in the parking lot for the Babies with hyuck who looks rather flushed considering his skin is pretty tan and it takes a lot for him to visibly blush ??

“hey duckie boy you good?”

“haha yEAH uh just wondering where the boys are hhhh”

“oh yeah ! they should’ve been here like 10 mins ago”

your phone buzzes in your pocket and you go to check it to see a text in the group message

lele: hey y/n~ me n jisung can’t come we totally forgot we joined a frisbee team and there’s practice today !!!

blueberry: yeah ! have fun w/ hyuckie tho

moominluvr96: sjdjd i’m so proud of them

jenomunomunomu: absolute legends have fun at ur frisbee practice my sons

you: 🅱️ro i wanted to go home and SLEEP

blueberry: sorry ! xoxo :*

duckie: chenle my son ? how could you 🅱️etray me this way???

you: ur dead to me

you: literally what’s a chenle ?? sounds like a poisonous fruit

lele: NO IM SORRY

but tbh you’re just being Silly you don’t mind just going with Sunshine Boy

hyuck has only gotten redder as the texting went on though what’s his deal 0.0

you agree to take his car !

actually you insist because you don’t wanna drive but, let’s say you agreed

you find out that hyuck exclusively listens to hipster bands and the occasional troye sivan song because we love a gay legend

actually his music taste is ALL OVER THE PLACE but we r still boppin ladies

you roll the windows down even tho it’s Chilly and let your hand float in the breeze until your fingers start getting numb and you pull your hand back in and roll up the window

okay maybe that was a Bad Idea your fingers almost hurt they’re so cold and you’re rubbing the feeling back into them when hyuck clears his throat

you look up at him and he tilts his chin toward the hand he stretched toward you

you’re confused bc like ? i don’t have anything to give u duckie

he sighs anxiously

“just. give me your hand. mine are warm because i didn’t try to be cool and stick my hand out the window like this is a teen coming of age movie”

“have you ever just been nice and not followed it up with a weirdly specific insult”

“nope. now gimme”

you cautiously placed your hand in his and felt heat bloom all over your cheeks and trail up to your ears and down your neck

he gulps and interlocks your fingers and tucks them in the pocket of his hoodie

you have to lean against the console in between you a little so that your arm isn’t strained but it’s,,,,, Warm and Nice

you’re quick to continue the conversation like normal but your voice sometimes goes in and out since he is subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand or tapping his fingers against yours

when you arrive you awkwardly pull your hand from his grip to get out of the car and he cringes a lil :(

you decide to be bold for once in your life and run around the car to catch up with him and shove your other hand into his

“this one’s cold too”

he ducks his head and smiles but gives your hand a lil squeeze :3 uwu

eventually though you do have to let go and enjoy your ice cream

you just make small talk with him about the newspaper and whatever homework is due the next day when a man walks in wearing BRIGHT RED CLOWN SHOES

the weirdest part though is the fact that other than the clown shoes the man is dressed like a body builder and has the hulking mass of one

and also there is a PARROT ON HIS SHOULDER ???

you and hyuck whip to face each other and then look back at the man

without looking away you slide your notebook to the middle of the table and flip open to where you’ve bookmarked the next available page

needless to say you both have a field day making up storylines for this man

“hey hyuckie i missed this it’s been forever since it’s been just the two of us and my journal”

“me too, sunshine”

“heY now you’re the sunshine in this relationship”

both of you choke at your use of the term “relationship” but continue with the conversation JSKSK

“alright but then you have to be the rain”

“aw you know i don’t like the rain”

“yes i know that’s why YOU are sunshine”

“kay but you are so much more like sunshine than i, an Emo”

“how bout i be sunshine since you like sunshine and me, and you be rain since i like rain and you”

OOF ????????

you blush for the Millionth Time and nod shyly and duckie is about to turn purple YIKES

you leave the ice cream shop and climb back in the car and the whole atmosphere is very Tense

you sigh because you miss holding his hand and then turn up the song on the radio which just happens to be, Walkin On Sunshine

THE !!! IRONY !!!

you giggle into your hand and he snorts and you both break into laughter

you plug your phone into the aux

“alright time for some Real Tunes”

“i swear to GOD if you play Bad Boy one more time i’m gonna LOSE IT”

“fuck you red velvet are LEGENDS”

“the only reason you know who they are is because mark tells everyone with a pulse that one of them is from canada just like him”

“okay and ??? i can still appreciate that they produce iconic songs only”

“LISTEN I LOVE RED VELVET TOO BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”

you playfully bicker the whole way back and when you get back to the school to pick up your car you realize you never even got to play your song

“for your information, i was in fact NOT going to play bad boy i was going to play the bop of the century, what is love by twice”

and then, with heavy sarcasm

“well gee why didn’t you just sAY SO”

“IM SICK OF YOUR GIRL GROUP SLANDER LEE DONGHYUCK”

then he giggles and grabs your hand to keep you from getting more than halfway out of the car

“okay okay you know i’m just messing with you”

“yes but leave my gorls out of it”

he releases your hand with fake disgust and wipes it on the passenger seat headrest

“ugh go home, gru”

“it’s a good meme and you can’t even deny it duckie boy”

you blow him a half serious half playful kiss as you bounce over to your car and climb in

you play bad boy and roll the windows down as you drive by his car just to spite him and he laughs good naturedly

it’s only when you get home that you’re like heyyyy nOW

WAS THAT A DATE ??????

you tell your mom about it and she’s like uHHH sounds like a DATE to me ???

but you’re Unsure so you don’t say anything to the others or hyuck just the usual goodnight texts and whatnot

although it could be argued ,, that goodnight texts are a little, relationship-y

it could also be argued , that you do have his contact name as , duckie☼♥

but those can be discussed another time

you continue to hang out with the boys although you refuse to allow them to sit with you at football games because they’re so DISTRACTING

jeno and jisung just fckin yell the whole time while you try to jot notes down to turn it into a story later for the paper

but you can’t concentrate or even figure out wtf is goin on because they’re scREAMING and jumping and messing you uP !

so you sent them elsewhere although,,, hyuck stayed with you

he always does “just in case you get cold or smth”

ur not fooling anyone hyuckie baby

and would you look at that time has FLOWN and it’s time for homecoming !!!!

you plan on going in a big group with hyuck and all The Boys and jaemin has even scored a date !!!

it was highkey through trickery but that’s okay

chenle and jisung are gonna wear matching shirts because they’re headass like that

you’ve already bought a dress and you haven’t ….. shown hyuckie……. just in case……… he asks you

since he…… hasn’t …… YET

renjun keeps assuring you that you don’t need to find a date and that everything is covered but ???? inch resting how duckie has done nOT ONE THING

alright the day of the dance you wake up feeling a little off but go through your normal saturday routine of eating a waffle and absentmindedly watching old gossip girl reruns

but later in the day you feel SHITTY

you’re flushed and your head hurts and it takes so much EFFORT just to get up and get a glass of water

you , comrade, are sick :-(

you text in the gm to let your boys know you can’t come

chenle thinks you’re faking until he calls and hears you sniffling and how rough your voice sounds

“hEY THOT I KNOW UR FAKING BC U DONT HAVE A DATE”

“chenle if it didn’t hurt to speak i would yell at u but my eyes are watering please just text me”

“oh,,,,sorry love u”

and then he hangs up real fast lmao

so you decide to just wallow in despair in your bed and rent overpriced movies on demand

there’s a half drank mug of tea that has long gone cold that contains the medicine you’re supposed to be taking but,, you can’t be bothered tbh lifting your hand is so hard

after a few movies and the sun setting there’s knock at the door ???

you barely hear it since you’re in your room with the door closed but /sigh/ you gotta go answer

you drag yourself out of bed and stumble to the front door and open it, immediately slumping against the frame

this whole time you have still not opened your eyes because light hurts a lil and you know your house well enough

in hindsight that was probably dumb considering you don’t know who’s at the door

you try to open your eyes but they only turn half lidded and droopy so you can just barely make out donghyuck looking Concerned on your front porch

“duckie? what are u doing here?”

“uhhh i uh came to take you to homecoming ??”

he then holds up some flowers and smiles awkwardly

“duckie. baby. sunshine. did u not read the texts i sent ? also it is VERY late to be asking me to homecoming. also, i am a little high on cold medication”

“srry princess, can i come in? you look like you need company and soup and possibly some Sarcastic Banter”

“sounds good duck”

“okay duckie was already incorrect please don’t shorten it to duck”

“you know i didn’t have to let you in”

“so what kind of soup do you want? :-)”

he busies himself attempting to make soup while you have melted into a chair at the dining table with one eye cracked open to watch him

he is very obviously Struggling so you wobble to your feet to stand behind him at the stove and maybe lean a little too much into his back to prop your chin up on his shoulder and reach a hand around him to turn the heat down on the stove

you’ve reached the point of I Don’t Give A Shit and have given up on trying not to be affectionate with him you’re too tired and sickly to restrain yourself and his heart is just steadily beating faster and faster

after your soup you drag him into your bedroom to force him to provide you warmth while watching another movie

but he digs his heels into the floor and tugs on your hand to turn you around

“since you’re missing homecoming….. wanna dance?”

“in my bedroom. while i’m dying. with no music.”

“i’ll take care of the music. cmon don’t be difficult”

“i’m not being difficult i’m just-

you’re cut off by him pressing a finger to your lips and going shhhhhh

you open your mouth to curse him out bc hOW DARE HE

but then he gently pulls you by the waist into his chest and does his best to tuck you under his chin

you’re too comfortable like this so you don’t bother admonishing him for earlier and just settle into his embrace

you loop your arms around his neck as he starts to sway you back and forth

after a couple seconds he starts humming, quietly at first and then louder

and then he starts singing and it’s so sO SWEET AND SOFT

you can feel each breath he takes under your hands and the vibrating of his vocal chords against your forehead and you just close your eyes and press closer to him

you’ve literally never been this content in your whole life binch

he is so warm and ever so often smooths a hand up and down your spine whenever you shiver a little or shift in his arms

when the song finishes you keep swaying with him a little while longer

you’re leaning against him so hard that like the majority of your weight is on him yikes

“babe are you asleep”

“mm”

“no?”

“mmm”

“pretty close though?”

“hm”

“alright”

he chuckles and presses a barely there kiss to the top of your head and sort of waddles the two of you over to the bed

you don’t even have to ask him to climb in with you that was The Plan, Stan

(that’s a saying and also i’m calling u a stan wow queen of puns)

as soon as he settles in you tuck yourself under his arm and throw an arm over him to play with the fingers of his other hand

you’ve got the breakfast club on and it’s Real Nap Hours

hyuck’s arm falls asleep pretty soon tho so instead you switch to laying on your sides facing each other with your face pressed into his neck and your arms draped over each other

right before you fade into unconciousness, he tilts his chin down and nudges his nose against yours to get your attention

your eyes flutter open and you look up at him while he smiles gently down at your sleepy expression aWE ???

“hey wanna be my date when you’re not on your death bed?”

“god, what a romantic. is that a shakespeare quote?”

“shut up and say yes”

“alright fine”

“with more enthusiasm!”

“YES!! GOD DAMN IT”

he shakes his head but then leans down to press a lingering kiss against your cheek before tucking you back against him and evening out his breathing

you fall asleep and dream of boys with beautiful voices who love to dance in the rain

a couple hours later you wake up to a forehead smooch and your Boy whispering bye angel

you sit up and whine and he’s like bby i have to go it’s like midnight n my momma wants me home :(((

you pout and he giggles and taps your lips with his index finger

“go back to sleep and i’ll text you something nice to wake up to yeah?”

you nod and grab his hand to kiss it before flopping back down and passing The Fuck Out

the next morning you wake up still feeling a bit shitty but smiling anyways bc you’ve scored the cutest boy in the universe uwu

he even kept his promise and left you a cute message to wake up to ;((((

duckie☼♥: good morning bbg i hope ur feeling better today and that the sun shines all day for u !!!

you: JEKDKDJ DUCKIE IM STILL SICK BUT TAKE ME ON A DATE RN

you: 💗💗💗💕💌💞💞💗😤💖🤧😔💗😔🤧😔🌺💐🌺🌺🌸💐😔💛😔💛💐🤧💐💐💖💖

duckie☼♥: noooo ur gross

you: you ruined it :(((

duckie☼♥: i mean noooo u gotta get better

you: okay :)))

you finally get over your cold like 4 days later and insist you’re fine to be Taken Out And Treated Like A Princess

he tells you to dress warm except gloves bc he wants to hold youR HAND CAN YOU BELIEVE

you’re weirdly not nervous ? like you thought you would be but you’re just excited and very happy !!!! uwu

he picks you up about an hour after school and reveals that he’s gonna take you to all the cafes in town to people watch and write stories which is !!! your favorite activity !!!!!!

“is it lame??? oh god you think it’s lame i’m so sORRY”

“nO!!! no i love it you did good”

“are you sure?”

“yes duckie”

“okay good i mean i knew you’d like it”

“but you just-“

“hm?”

“,,,,, nevermind”

you both hike around town until it gets late and you’re tired and you end up on a bench in the local park with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair

you lightly scratch his scalp and hum and he practically PURRS like a cat

(furry ????? it’s more likely than you think)

his eyes are closed and you trace your fingers over his features lightly until it tickles and he scrunches up his nose aw bABY !!!!!

then, without opening his eyes

“so when are you gonna man up and kiss me?”

“first of all, i will never man up i prefer being female thanks. sECOND WHY DO I GOTTA DO IT”

“i asked you on the date !!! you gotta do something!!!”

“i held your hand first!!”

“after i literally offered my hand to you”

“uGH fine come here”

“no i’m not gonna ‘come here’ you literally just made a disgusted noise at the thought of kissing me”

“it wasn’t at the thought of kissing you it was just at you”

“this isn’t helping at all”

you roll your eyes playfully and then yank him up by the collar of his shirt to press your forehead against his

“does this help?”

aND THEN YOU LAY ONE ON HIM ??????:$&:&;&;

QUEEN OF CONFIDENCE

he sighs against your lips and sits up a little more so he can reach you better, smoothing a hand up to cup the side of your jaw and neck

you pull away and his eyes are still closed

“hmmm,,, yeah”

you scoff and drop him back to half laying on your lap

“you’re such a dork”

“yeah but i’m your dork now so it’s embarrassing for both of us”

“aw i wouldn’t have it any other way <333”

“is it just me or was that sarcasm”

“just you <3333”

renjun, who has been rOOTING FOR YOU GUYS THIS ENTIRE TIME

screams when you call him that night lol

literally SCREECHES

chenle happens to be with him and screeches eVEN LOUDER

basically the whole group screams simultaneously they’ve been shipping it since day one

hyuck is a bit prideful so when you guys are out in public he’s not super affectionate but ,, when you’re not out

he’s wrapped around you like a koala and will never let go

you have to go pee? hold it

you’re dehydrated and dying? you can live off of his Love

your favorite activity to do together is BAKING because it never goes well no matter how hard you try

and although it usually ends in DISASTER it’s also a good time and afterwards duckie lets you curl up between his legs on the couch and nap uwu !

dating really didn’t change the dynamic between you two other than affection you still read each other to DUST on the regular  lmao

no one gets too harsh tho bc you love each other and whatnot

ugh love ruins all the FUN doesnt it :/

donghyuck makes it his business to know exactly when it will rain and makes sure to be with you when it does

at the first sight of clouds he is in your house with board games and movies and snuggles to distract you !!! what a sweetheart

on days when it’s really bad you just climb into bed and bury your face in his chest while he talks about whatever comes to mind and distracts you

he also takes to slumping down and falling asleep on your shoulder whenever you have movie nights together and it’s so CUTE

his little heart shaped lips and his cheeks always end up smushed and he just looks adorable wow rip you

he’s obsessed with your cheeks he loves to cup your face while he talks to you and press gentle kisses to them during Sleepy Time or when you part ways in the school hallways

if he’s excited he’ll bound up behind you and wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek real hard and then start babbling about whatever’s got him so worked up

basically, hyuckie is a boy full of sunshine and passion and sarcasm and he’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for :’-)

[swyllh]

i spent a ridiculously long time agonizing over this, but 2 + minghao for the 100 ways to say i love you thing!

(2. “this reminded me of you.”)

premise: minghao can’t let go.

pairing: minghao x reader

genre: angst, textfic

tw: major character death, lots of swearing.

10 february 2018

minghao [1102]: hey

minghao [1102]: ITS YA BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

minghao [1102]: img1834.jpg

minghao [1104]: i set your phone to silent

minghao [1104]: this doesnt work when ur phone is ringign

minghao [1105]: haha

minghao [1105]: thats actually q funny wtf

minghao [1106]: like

minghao [1106]: lets pretend to talk to u like ur alive

minghao [1106]: while ur phone is ringing next to me

minghao [1107]: ………….

minghao [1110]: yeah i don’t kno wwhy im doing this

minghao [1111]: dr lee said i t would be good

minghao [1111]: oh 11111

minghao [1111]: 1111*

minghao [1111]: u used to wish on them

minghao [1112]: i thought it was so stupid

minghao [1112]: still think its sutpid 

minghao [1113]: man its so hard

minghao [1113]: m so used to u biting my head of f

minghao [1113]: i miss you

minghao [1115]: i miss you so much

minghao [2032]: k SO

minghao [2032]: i finally got to finidhign

minghao [2032]: all the fuckdifnf funrrrl 

minghao [2033]: moeny

minghao [2033]: haaaaaaaaaaaaahha

minghao [2033]: djd y inow funerla s cost soc much

minghao [2033]: 3000 %94_43?@589;@(p;%

minghao [2033]: ‘’’’’’’’

minghao [2034]: $7_*

minghao [2034]: $7__________________________*

11 february 2018

minghao [1422]: fuck

minghao [1422]: seems like drunk me couldnt turn back

minghao [1422]: the keyborad

minghao [1422]: keyboard*

minghao [1422]: lmao

minghao [1426]: this is actually fucking funny

minghao [1426]: but what i wanted to say was

minghao [1426]: cremations cost like 100000

minghao [1426]: ……………..

minghao [1426]: did i extra type

minghao [1427]: u dont even give shits about numbers

minghao [1427]: rmb that time

minghao [1427]: you like,, frget the decimal

minghao [1427]: we ended up donating like half our rent

minghao [1430]: about rent

minghao [1431]: do i sell this house now

minghao [1431]: i mean i like it

minghao [1431]: its close to the metro, theres two supermarkets, a library

minghao [1432]: but its also hell to get to work

minghao [1432]: mine not urs

minghao [1432]: ……..technially its not a house

minghao [1432]: god how do u still osund so bitchy after death

minghao [1443]: also moving out will mean moving your stuff too

minghao [1447]: idk i dont want to think about that

minghao [1820]: img1886.jpg 

minghao [1821]: the sunset today is so beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

minghao [1821]: fuck

minghao [1822]: img1887.jpg

minghao [1822]: img1888.jpg

minghao [1823]: img1889.jpg

minghao [1823]: which one

minghao [1823]: for insta

minghao [1824]: should i do a collage

minghao [2311]: 1111

12 february 2018

minghao [0608]: going out fr a run

minghao [1050]: ur mum wants to meet

minghao [1050]: think she wants to get ur stuff back

minghao [1111]: 1111

minghao [1111]: your mum says youre in heaven

minghao [1112]: she misses you a lot

minghao [1115]: ha fuck

minghao [1115]: next thing i know im gonna be waiting for you to text back

minghao [1251]: what do i say

minghao [1251]: screenshot_89.jpg

minghao [1251]: “sure!” ?

minghao [1252]: is it too morbid to add an exclamation mark

minghao [1252]: ???

minghao [1252]: sure.

minghao [1253]: the fullstop looks mean

minghao [1253]: ………………

minghao [1255]: god why cant she just

minghao [1255]: i said ‘sure’ w the fullstop

minghao [1255]: screenshot_90.jpg

minghao [1256]: what do i say now?????

minghao [1256]: why cant she get her own imaginary u

minghao [1256]: smh

13 february 2018

minghao [1637]: just got out of therapy

minghao [1637]: dr lee was talking abt the 5 stages of grief

minghao [1637]: kind of zoned out

minghao [1638]: was cool tho

minghao [1638]: youd like that psychology talk

minghao [1639]: can u imagine someone

minghao [1639]: a scientist

minghao [1639]: just going up to grieving people

minghao [1639]: like “hey can i know how ur feeling”

minghao [1639]: checking in every five days

minghao [1640]: or getting them to jorunal

minghao [1643]: kind of what i’m doing

minghao [1644]: but fuck if i let u become a memopad

minghao [1648]: anyway the bus is here

minghao [1648]: think ill sleep 

minghao [1946]: how the fuck

minghao [1946]: do u eat so much rice

minghao [1946]: i cooked exact as usual

minghao [1947]: img1890.jpg

minghao [1947]: r u fcuking kidding me

minghao [2313]: soz i missed

minghao [2313]: 1113?

minghao [2313]: at least its not 1112

minghao [2313]: 1113 is like a deliberate delay

minghao [2314]: a statement against the futility of numbers. freewill vs fate, control and determination. 

minghao [2314]: ok im sorry thts bullshit

minghao [2316]: i wont miss it again

14 february 2018

minghao [0028]: fuck

minghao [0028]: its valentines day

minghao [0028]: fucccccccccccck

minghao [0028]: everynes gonna be gross

minghao [0029]: ugh

minghao [0029]: like us

minghao [0029]: sto p soudnign so smug.

minghao [0812]: i still cant believe they skated to yoi 

minghao [0812]: what a time to be alive

minghao [0816]: ur probably so pissed that ur missing the olympics

minghao [0819]: i just checked, mens singles is on the 16th 

minghao [0819]: bet u chen rekts hanyu 

minghao [0820]: actually, no

minghao [0820]: youll cry if he does

minghao [0824]: god how many posters of hanyu do you have

minghao [0828]: youll cry if i take them down

minghao [0828]: p sure if u had any say

minghao [0828]: ud want them to paste it all over ur tomb

minghao [0829]: ………………

minghao [0830]: right now im really really hoping you dont hav some weird will that wants me to do that

minghao [0831]: ur so gross

minghao [0831]: ur room is so gross

minghao [1215]: i cant do this

minghao [1215]: ur room smells like you

minghao [1216]: fucking nivea extra fresh

minghao [1216]: cant believe im cryign over deoderent 

minghao [1217]: deodorant

minghao [1217]: even the word is gross

minghao [2311]: 1111 

minghao [2311]: i miss you. 

minghao [2312]: spent the day in your study

minghao [2312]: your mum is coming over on saturday so i packed a bit

minghao [2320]: ok i lied

minghao [2320]: i cried all over your things

minghao [2321]: how

minghao [2321]: how do you just keep crying

minghao [2321]: i should be dehydrated by nw

minghao [2322]: fuck

minghao [2322]: think im crying again

minghao [2322]: is it possible to die from crying so mcuh

minghao [2323]: i miss you

minghao [2323]: the bed is so cold

minghao [2326]: i miss you. so much. all the time.

15 february 2018

minghao [1128]: they’re going to terminate the contract on your phone

minghao [1128]: and then i wont be able to message you like this

minghao [1129]: i panicked and called dr lee

minghao [1129]: she said it was a good thing

minghao [1130]: fuck this

minghao [1130]: i know it isnt like ur gonna text back

minghao [1130]: but 

minghao [1131]: i hear your voice and it makes me safe

minghao [1131]: like youre here

minghao [1132]: fuck.

minghao [1516]: so i forgot to water your cactus

minghao [1516]: its dead

minghao [1516]: sorry

minghao [1517]: maybe oyull take better care of it now

minghao [1517]: actually

minghao [1517]: do plants go to heaven 

minghao [1518]: they can right

minghao [1518]: since they were once alive

minghao [1518]: lol

minghao [1520]: that means books cant

minghao [1520]: god it must be so boring up there

minghao [1522]: unless heaven has their own publishing company

minghao [1538]: or phone service

minghao [1540]: is that why you cant text me back

minghao [1540]: cos im texting the wrong number

minghao [1541]: i swear if u pull a new phone hoo dis

minghao [1542]: …. i cant even kill u

minghao [1542]: or its like overkill

minghao [1543]: jesus

minghao [1546]: youre always one step ahead of me huh

16 february 2018 

minghao [1741]: happy lunar new year

minghao [1741]: i went to your mum’s. we watched yuzuru hanyu.

minghao [1742]: ok FINE he won okay

minghao [1742]: nathan chen fucked up 

minghao [1742]: did u mess with him from above

minghao [1743]: thats not a fair win ok

minghao [1750]: your mum started crying in the middle of lunch.

minghao [1750]: she cooked all your favourite foods.

minghao [1751]: fuck you.

minghao [1803]: im sorry i dont mean that 

minghao [1803]: i love you

minghao [1804]: i love you

minghao [1804]: i lov eyou 

minghao [1804]: i love you 

minghao [2203]: ive been thinking

minghao [2204]: its getting hard to

minghao [2204]: talk to you 

minghao [2204]: at you, like this

minghao [2206]: im not

minghao [2206]: this sounds bad

minghao [2207]: it probably is 

minghao [2207]: every time. i do. its like.

minghao [2207]: i know youre not going to reply.

minghao [2208]: i knw youre dead

minghao [2213]: youre dead

minghao [2218]: but i miss you so much and it doesnt stop there and i still love you but your phone is still lighting up i still keep it charged and every time i try to talk about you its hard to not feel like im being ripped out from inside and i lov eyou still 

minghao [2224]: i dont want to forget you.

minghao [2248]: i dont want to wake up one day and not think of you and meet someone else and fall in love with them and throw all your things away and forget how you look like

minghao [2255]: i forgot wwhat you looked like this morning

minghao [2256]: i was looking at a photo of us

minghao [2256]: and for a moment i thought you looked strange

minghao [2257]: like, was your nose /that big

minghao [2257]: HAHAHAHAHA jk

minghao [2259]: i almost lost it. i wanted to break things and 

minghao [2302]: i dont want to say it

minghao [2311]: 1111

minghao [2312]: good night.

17 february 2018

minghao [1050]: your mum’s here

minghao [1050]: im so nervous haha wtf

minghao [2047]: the whole house is so empty wow

minghao [2047]: it’s so crazy 

minghao [2048]: but ur yuzuru posters left marks on the wall 

minghao [2048]: :p

minghao [2051]: its so weird 

minghao [2052]: its like youre not here

minghao [2055]: dr lee says its a step forward but i feel like somethings missing. and that things are going to fuck themselves up now.

minghao [2104]: its like i can hear everything now that all ur files and stuff are gone

minghao [2110]: this house is too big for me

minghao [2111]: shold i get a dog?

minghao [2111]: what if it dies

minghao [2111]: your plant died

minghao [2112]: bc i didnt water it

minghao [2114]: did you die because i didnt love you enough

minghao [2115]: the last thing we fought over was so stupid

minghao [2115]: it was about bills right

minghao [2117]: are you still pissed about that

minghao [2118]: im sorry.

18 february 2018

minghao [0233]: im unplugging your phone.

minghao [0234]: the contract’s expiring soon anyway.

minghao [0234]: so.

minghao [0240]: you’re at 76%. 

minghao [0240]: so this is kind of anticlimactic

minghao [0252]: i think ive spent too long holding you back

minghao [0252]: your mum gave me that look when she found out i was texting you.

minghao [0254]: im just scared. 

minghao [0255]: i dont want to forget what its like to love you

minghao [0301]: 49%

minghao [0510]: i had a nightmare

minghao [0511]: almost recharged your phone on auto

minghao [0512]: tired.

minghao [0512]: love you.

minghao [1110]: youre on 1%

minghao [1110]: i love you.

minghao [1110]: i love you.

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