#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK i really hope that the first few sentences dont come across as like. Snarky YEAH OF COURSE I KNEW THAT ALREADY becaus

[kideternity]

Hey, I just read through all lf ypur Tamers posts and concerning your dislike of Ryo (totally valid btw) you're not gonna believe this, he wasn't even a Tamers character to begin with. Ryo was actually a character of the adventure canon that got his own side game series n the wonderswan, you can even see him during an episode of 02 during Ken's flashback so yeah canon, he literally was only added to boost ratings since the producers thought that having a familiar face would entice views.

So yeah, that's the main reason he was included, and yes, Hirokazu and Guardromon totally should have been Justimon.

YEAH I saw on the wiki myself that Ryo was originally a wonderswan character! I do wanna give the benefit of the doubt that I'm sure in the actual wonderswan games Ryo (+ Cyberdramon) are much more interesting compelling characters by virtue of the games actually you know, being about them, but in tamers his presence just overall made the writing of the show. Worse. If he had shown up only for the first two episodes he appears in I would have thought Wow, Cool cameo! But once he became a recurring character that just felt so incredibly forced into every scene he was in….. it annoyed me!

There is a beautiful alternative world out there where Hirokazu and Guardromon were Justimon together and the show is better for it

[animehideout]

Hii! Its my first time requesting something like this but...

I think that it would really be a good idea tho

Insecure Reader x Jjk Men Finding Out

Soo.. Lets say(for the concept) Reader has really been insecure about their body because of childhood trauma.. Thinking that no one would love them or give time to love them they tried to "sewerslide" but.. they fail and after some convincing from there family reader feels a bit better about there body not completely but its better..

Fast Forward A Few Years Later

Reader meets (jjk men) and both of there relationship goes very well (jjk men) were very touchy and clingy to reader... One day (jjk men) convince reader they should go clothe shopping.. while there at the store(can be any store).(jjk men) finds a dress .. they asked reader if they would like to try it.. reader at first says no thinking its way to revealing and memories come back from the past.. but still agreed she went to the changing room and went out to look for (jjk men)/ there bf but they dont find them?.. she searchs and finds there bf with a girl the girl is touchy.. and clingy to there bf/(jjk men) reader sees this and immediately thinks of the worst i mean the girl looked drop dead gorgeous.. there bf (jjk men) notices reader and goes to them ignoring the girl.. they then realized something not right.. reader isn't as clingy or Happy like she was earlier (There bf being there lover notices this and ask) "Reader/N/N.. are you feeling.." but stops mid way sentence they realize that reader keeps adjust the dress and squeezes parts of her body..

(Its up to you if its SFW or NSFW and if you want to Shorten it)

Insecure Reader X JJK Men Finding Out.

check out part 2 here

a/n: Thank you anon for submitting your request. I hope you like it, if you want part 2, or if your fav characters aren't mentioned here please let me know I'll make part 2.

Warnings: Mention of Suic*de / Negative feelings / Negative body image / Depression/ Slight smut.

Nanami Kento:

It's like Nanami was sent from above to heal all of your traumas. Your relationship was smooth he treated you with pure love and care. You already told him about some of your insecurities but didn't go deep into details, leaving your attempts to unalive yourself unspoken of, and hidden within you. To celebrate one of your close friend's bday, he took you out shopping to pick a dress for you.

“Try this one love, I'll wait here for you” .

You took the dress and rushed to the changing cabinet, for the first time you felt beautiful in something revealing, but that soon collapsed to the ground when you found him talking with a drop dead gorgeous lady, with a beautiful body and soft facial features. You observed how both of them spoke, how she was blinking slowly as she extended her hand to touch his forearm. It's like your world stopped. Nanami was the one who helped you temporarily forget about the shit you dealt with in the past but now the same man triggered it again, crashing the efforts you put in order to heal.

Visions of your dark times started showing it's like they were in full display, making you swallow hard, remembering how you used to stand in front if your mirror scolding yourself, attacking your innocent reflection with hate words as if you were your own enemy. You looked down checking your body, regretting that you agreed to go shopping in the first place.

“Excuse me” said Nanami to the woman the moment he noticed you. “Sweetheart, the dress suits you perfectly” he complimented you with a soft smile.

You hummed in return, your eyes still fixated on your own body, awkwardly trying to fix your dress with trembling hands.

“hm? everything is fine?” he asked with a frown.

“y-yeah totally” you lied.

But he picked up to you, noticing that you were feeling down and something changed your mood to the worst.

“Wanna go somewhere less crowded?” he suggested knowing that prolly need some alone time, out of sight.

You nodded slowly, putting back your outfit of the day, exiting the shop. You sat in a empty park, the whole time you were silent, too overwhelmed to find the right words that could express what you've felt. He observed you, giving you some time to compose yourself but he couldn't wait too long so he took the initiative and said,

“I understand how you feel, I-”,

but you cut him off, and he was faced with a side he never thought you had.

“NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS FEELING, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU WAKE UP EVERYDAY AND FIGHT THE URGE TO KILL YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU CAN'T ACCEPT YOURSELF” you yelled as tears started streaming down your cheeks.

His eyes widened, taken aback by what you blurted out. “killing yourself?” these words lingered in his mind, he thought that your insecurity was something normal that anyone experiences but not to the point to make you hate your own existence. Before he could say anything you stood up and started walking away, but he stopped you grabbing your waist,

“you'te not going anywhere love, we need to talk”.

You struggled to break free but he trapped you between his arms making you sit back down on the bench with him.

“Tell me everything, I don't want you to carry any weight alone, I want to share it with you”.

You spent the whole evening venting, expressing yourself.. The more you talked about your attempts the more he held you close, scared of the thought of losing you. Once you finished talking, he spoke with his honey-like voice,

“I'm sorry you had to face all of that, you are beautiful, you are worth it, you are amazing the way you are! But we, humans tend to be harsh on ourselves, we tend to physically hurt ourselves to take our mind off of what we're feeling. But I don't want you to do that again, I don't want you to lose yourself to self hatred. I'm here to unburden you, to take your pain away, that's what lovers do.. I love you so fucking much and I'll always choose you, cuz my mind, body and soul crave you alone”

It's like you've been waiting to hear these words for ages, despite the comfort of your family and friends you've always took it as a flattery but Nanami succeeded in making you try to give yourself a chance to love yourself again.

“And about that woman, she was just trying to make me buy more dresses.. all what I want is you”

He made your heart flutter, he made you feel that it's okay to not be okay. He indeed took that weight that was burdening you for years. He promised to help you in the process of making you feel better again to completely heal.

“Nanami what if someone sees us” you chuckled when he started kissing your jaw,

“I don't care, I just want to show you how much I love you” he said between kisses as his strong arms tightened around you, pulling you to sit on his lap, making out till the sun went down.

Gojo Satoru:

It left you speechless when Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer who could pull anyone he wanted, asked you to be his partner. Who would say no to Satoru, so you agreed despite the growing feeling inside you that you don't deserve him.

For the first couple of months everything went good, a lot of flirting, a lot of touching, but deep down you couldn't brush away the idea that he was dating you because of a bet, you were too insecure to believe that he actually had a real interest in you. You succeeded in hiding the dark thoughts that crept inside you, scared that sharing such stuff would make him see you as weak and non deserving of his time, so you kept it all to yourself.

But he proved you wrong when he confessed that his feelings towards you grew; he loves you, also you shared your first kiss together. He's a confident man, both in his looks and personality, and the fact that you're his partner boosted your confidence, making you try to put aside all of your past traumas.

Both of you were attending a very important party, so him being a good, rich boyfriend took you out to go shopping and spend his money on his one and only; you. You were too anxious to do so, cuz you knew he'll end up forcing you to try clothes on for him and make you swirl around. But you tried to stay calm and put on a smile on your face. He was extremely happy and hyped so you didn't want to ruin it for him.

“This is the one” he said his blue eyes glistening with excitement.

You would hesitantly grab the dress.

“Come on baby, try it on, let me see you”.

You rushed to the changing room mentally preparing yourself for any possible criticism. You tentatively walked out trying to adjust your dress, but no sight of Gojo. You frowned in confusion as you started looking for your boyfriend, only to find him talking to one of the boutique staff. Your eyes widened and you felt a sting in your chest. The fact that he didn't turn his infinity on and casually let her touch him made your self esteem drop instantly. Your mind became hazy with negative thoughts, making you doubt yourself and doubt his love for you. You felt completely overshadowed by her. She was so damn gorgeous and with Gojo being handsome, the thought of her being a better match for him took over your mind. It's like one of your nightmares came to life.

You cleared your throat, trying to get Gojo's attention, you were planning to tell him that you were tired and wanna go home, just so you can be alone with your thoughts. The moment Gojo looked at you, he quickly ran your way, completely ignoring the girl even though she was still talking.

“Damn you look hot, babes” he exclaimed scanning each inch of you.

You hummed looking everywhere but his eyes trying to avoid his gaze.

“I think this one suits you wel-..huh? baby?”

He was so quick to catch up with your mood swing. Immediately noticing the change in your energy and vibe.

“ just tired, can we go home?”

“Baby what's wrong you were all happy and excited, did I do anything wro-”

but he stopped mid way when he saw your hands restlessly adjusting the dress, and couldn't stop tugging on the cloth, clearly uncomfortable.

“I just wanna go home Satoru”,

you stuttered as you quickly rushed back to the changing room leaving him awkwardly standing there like a statue. You put your clothes on and left the shop, you could feel your panic attack building up and hell no you weren't ready to let anyone witness your break down in public, especially your boyfriend.

“WAIT BABE!”,

he quickly paid for the dress; he genuinely liked how it suited you, and he rushed outside catching up on you. He grabbed your arm and turned you around.

“Oh my..”,

he said when he noticed your glassy teary eyes. You sniffled and mumbled a little,“Im fine”

“No you're not! talk to me please.. you know you can trust me right?”

You swallowed hard, realizing maybe it's the time to let it out and make him face the real you, it was choking you so bad.

“I think we should break up Satoru” you started.

His heart started racing, his hands shaking.. “no..what did I do? I'll make it up for you I promi-”

“Its not your fault Satoru, it's mine. I'm not healed yet and I don't wanna burden you”

“heal from what? you're scaring me! tell me evey single thing, I wanna listen to you”,

he said seriously, taking your hands in his gently kissing it. You took a deep breath, he deserves an explanation.

“seeing you with that girl, it- it made me uncomfortable, you didn't even try to stop her when she touched you, I mean I know she's way prettier than me and you deserve someone who's on the same level as yo-..”

“Hey hey wait, where did all of this come from?” he would ask in utter shock. “First of all, she took me by surprise when she touched me, because I never activate my infinity when I'm around you or out on a date with date. Second of all, she's not prettier than you and no one is.”

You shook your head, refusing to buy into his words even though he was genuinely telling the truth. He would grab your face and force you to look up at him.

“Where did all of this come from?” he would ask again.

He finally succeeded in breaking through your exterior and learned about your past trauma and how you attempted multiple times to end it all. He would carefully listen to you speaking your heart out. His heart shattering into pieces, imagining how you dealt with that all alone and worse that's he's the one who stirred them back today.

“I understand if you don't wanna be with me anymore, I've always thought that you deserve much better than settling dor me”

He didn't say anything, instead his lips crushed on yours. Taking you by surprise. Pouring all of his love for you into that kiss, hia lips moving passionately and in sync with yours..

“My world is nothing without you, even in ultrnate universes I'll choose you over and over again”

He spent the rest of the day holding you close to his chest while cuddling in your shared bedroom. Literally doing everything to cheer you up again. Would constantly blame himself, apologizing on repeat

“I'm sorry, I wish I met you years ago, but I'm here now and I'll make sure you never feel that way ever again”

You'll end up comforting him instead, while he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

Toji Fushiguro:

Toji is an extremely handsome man with a ripped body, any human walking on this earth would be attracted to him from the first glimpse and that was the case for you. You tried to stop yourself from loving him, thinking that he wouldn't even notice your existence and might make fun of you for thinking that you stood a chance to be with him. But you were left dumbfounded when he confessed that he wants you. You couldn't help your feelings and felt weak in front of him so you accepted his feelings, and started dating. But doubt and self consciousness always had to kick in especially when both of you are in public and women can't keep their eyes off of him totally ignoring that you're standing next to him.

You stood there in the middle of the changing room tightly tugging on the dress that Toji picked out for you. You didn't feel yourself in it, it was too revealing for your liking. As if everything you were trying to hide for the past years is now exposed.

With caution you stepped out, you had to show Tojo after all. But to your surprise you found him talking with a girl, who had her hand on his chest, but he stepped back the moment she touched him; he's always been so loyal to you. But you couldn't help the heart break, and now memories from your past started overflowing your mind, making you feel so small in that dress, so ashamed for even trying it on. A lump formed in your throat, as you felt the room narrowing around you, leaving you completely suffocated.

When he caught you standing there while staring at him, he figured out that something was off. He always sensed your discomfort in public especially when someone tries to hit on him, he thought it was only jealousy where in fact it was way bigger and complicated than that, it was a past trauma that been haunting you. He walked towards you with a smile, circling his strong arms around your figure as he started praising you, trying to calm down what he thought ' jealousy '

“Damn you look stunning”.

But his words fell on a deaf ear, all what your mind thought about is how you used to isolate yourself and torture yourself with your negative self assumptions. He noticed how sadness was drawn on your face and how your hands couldn't stay still, continuously touching your body and dress.

“Are you okay? what's the matter?”

“Nah nothing Toji,”,you said voice cracking giving you out.

“Is it because of that girl? you know I've got eyes only on you right?”

“No it's not the case” you simply answered “Can we just go home now?”.

He nodded paid for the dress then both of you went home. You thought you'd isolate yourself in your room like what you used to do, break down in pieces alone while you feed on your dark thoughts for long hours. But this time Toji didn't allow it, your silence was hiding something knotted and he had to crack it. So he started bombarding you with questions,

“What's wrong?” “Come on tell me!”,

but the more you ignored his questions afraid of opening up the more you made him furious, and it quickly escalated into a heated argument. It's like rubbing salt on a freshly wound.

“why do you keep on fucking pushing me away? I'm so done with this kind of behavior”.

You couldn't take it anymore, so you blurted out all of your accumulated emotions, all the pain that had been smothering you for years.

“BECAUSE U DON'T DESERVE TO BE WITH YOU TOJI, I DON'T DESERVE ONE BIT OF YOUR LOVE.. look at you and look at me! you're just wasting your time with someone who is insecure and too broken to be fixed”.

He froze in place, it's like getting stabbed in the heart with the sharpest blade. It broke him to hear you confess this to him. He's always seen you as the most beautiful person that he ever laid eyes on, and was left stunned when he knew that you think the complete opposite of yourself.

“For how long have you been feeling this way?” he would ask taking a step closer to you, his strong features softening.

“Years..” .

“I just hope you can see yourself through my eyes..”,

without any further words, he would carry you to your bedroom, completely strip you of your clothes. You were too drained to stop him so you just let him do his thing. He climbed on top of you while taking off his clothes as well.

“My words might not convince you, but my actions will”.

He would make love to you for the whole night, making sure to kiss and caress all of your insecurities. Sensually whispering that's you're more than perfect for him,

“You're everything to me.. I live to worship your body..”

He would be so gentle making you feel good, making you feel loved and desired. Taking your mind off of your past issues. Proving to you that you are beautiful in your own way, boosting your self esteem.

“I love you, for you. Don't let these thoughts ruin us, I'll make sure to delete these insecurities forever.. you'll only be filled with me and my love for you”

.....

✨ 💌 I just wanted to say that it's okay to feel insecure or sad.. Feelings whether if they're positive or negative are what make us humans. But always remember that every person is beautiful in their own way.. you don't have to wait for anyone's approvement of you, be who you are, we only live once so let's make the best out of it, let's work on ourselves to satisfy ourselves and not others. You are perfect just because it is you!! You have your own sparks that no one else have, you're unique and special. Let's all of us do our best to be happy and to fully live our lives embracing the ups and downs. Wishing all of you a blessed life 💌✨

[kumezyzo]

can i get a little scenario where reader and sapnap were at an award show and they are secretly dating. that’s why during the show they met in the backstage to make out in secret BUT some staff saw them and took a pic to post it online and the next day they gotta explain ut on live

this has been in my inbox for too long. but thank you sm for requesting this!!! fem!reader.

anyway enjoy. or dont :) m.list

You looked down at you phone nervously, prepareing to announce the winner of the next award. you swiped out out of your messages, going over your two sentences worth of lines.

suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around you. you jolted and turned around to see your boyfriend in his all black suit, grinning at you. you rolled your eyes and reached up to rest your hands on his shoulders.

"i thought you didnt see my text," you tell him as you move your hands up to his neck.

"i was just tryna find my way back here," he glanced down at your lips. "i had to come calm my girl down just a bit."

you smiled and leaned in to touch your lips to his. he grinned into the kiss, licking lightly at your bottom lip. when you slightly parted you lips, he brought your bottom lip into his mouth, lightly sucking on it before pulling away.

He had a blush on his face paired with a dopey smile, "good luck, baby. you'll do great."

"I didnt think i could fuck up two sentences even if i tried," you giggle as you step away. he shrugs and looks you up and down, obviously checking you out.

"yn?" you both looked towarss the sound of the voice, a young woman standing there nervously. "this is the envelope. youre on in a few minutes."

they hand you the black envelope, looking ebtween you and nick, "sorry but visitors should be going back to their seats now."

"right, my bad," he said as he smiled. "good luck!"

Not even two days later, an article surfaced on twitter with the caption, 'Sapnap and Yn Seen Together at Award Show!"

at first, you thought its was a stupid gossip site that blew out of proportion the meaning of you two sitting so close together. but when it began gaining more traction and people were starting to tweet and send it to you two, you decided it was worth reading.

the main media was a video of you two not even a second before you two started kissing backstage. you watched the video with your heart racing. it felt violating knowing someone was watching you when you thought you were alone.

"who the fuck even filmed the video," clay asked to no on in particular. the four of you were standing around the kitchen island. you had all strangely found eachother only a few hours after the article was posted.

"i think it was the staff that came in to give me the fucking envelope," you said, blankly staring at the marble pattern of the counter top.

"i dont think it matters now, people know now," george said as if trying to mediate the situation. "you have to say something."

"this is such bullshit," nick said in frustration as he looked at you from across the kitchen island.

"yea, but theres nothing you can do now," clay reiterated. "make a statement and dont post shit for a bit."

"to adress the rumours, yn and i are dating," nick said to the camera in defeat. you two sat next to eachother, accepting that you had to film this video. both of you appearing visibly annoyed. "we dont really care about anyones opinions on our relationship because its really none of your business."

you scoffed and shook your head, "this isnt the way we would have ever planned or expected this to go, but sadly, here we are," you took in a deep breath. "this is all we have to say for now. and respectfully... fuck off."

this is short but ive been so dizzy and reading/writing is hard. so i hope you enjoyed -Nony

[belit0]

hiiii :) hope ur doing well !!

Can i get shisui with prompts 4 & 12 (separate pls)

thank u ☺️

Hi darling! Better late than never!!🥹❤️‍🩹 Dont get mad at me :(

(I've written number 12 so many times at this point that I can't even think of what to add🤣💕)

Im using what Sam provided the other day for this one😩🫱🏼‍🫲🏼

NSFW prompts!

4) READER is famous for faking all their orgasms and Shisui takes it as a challenge. Later Shisui is counting all reader’s orgasms during sex.

"You're disappointing me, (Y/N), especially after the things you said. Do you want to stop?" he asks with all the audacity in the world, a mischievous grin on his face as if he hadn't been fucking her for a full hour. He didn't even take care to finish, but made sure to make her feel for the first time in her life.

It is customary for (Y/N) to mention with all of her affairs the fact that none of them really manage to arouse pleasure between her legs, and she uses it as a pathetic fact when at the end of the night, the man in her bed accomplished nothing more than to make her pretend like a porn star.

There is wonderful satisfaction in destroying the heart of every person who passes by her bedroom, as though she collects them, and she believed that today's adventure would be no different than usual.

After a match on Tinder and a brief introduction to each other, it wasn't hard to arrange an evening time to meet. (Y/N) started the night talking about how she only gets satisfaction from her toys, and that no man is truly good in bed. Her intended victim, Shisui, according to his profile, nodded at every comment she made, smiling into his glass as if mocking the stories she told.

He even dared to ask sober questions "How do you like it?" "Where do you feel the most?" "What are the things you can't tolerate?" "Swallowing or spitting?", and she thought he was simply giving himself encouragement to try, do his best, and fail like everyone else.

It was outrageous and infuriating, making her even more eager to test him.

She closed her monologue with a "let's see what you have to offer, pretty boy", and didn't expect to scream the way she did when Shisui brought out what he was hiding.

For the first time in her whole damn life, someone touched her clit with precision, sending tickles all the way to the tip of her head and making her moan involuntarily. The man merely smiled, and when (Y/N) wanted to fire with her own heavy artillery, he silenced her with a rampant kiss.

He made her finish twice on his fingers before even removing his pants, and all pride went down the drain as she lost control over the tremors in her legs.

"Need a break, pretty girl?" the man comes up to her face level, crouching down on the floor next to her. His eyes are even sweet, but the constant smirk implanted on his face only tells of how inflated his ego is becoming.

"No... I don!-" Her sentence is interrupted by the head of his cock, and a prominent length burying itself carelessly in her throat. All the finesse Shisui presented at the beginning of the night now seems like a disguise he used to get into her bed, listening to her complaints about the sexual inability of any average man.

The problem is that this Uchiha is nothing of the sort, but rather a force to be reckoned with.

"Swallow it all then, and don't stop touching yourself love, we're not done with that pussy." He fucks her throat as if it were a random hole, holding her by the hair and making sharp movements with his hips. He doesn't slow down even when he feels her gagging, allowing her relief only when (Y/N) squeezes his leg.

They engage in that cycle a few more times until she runs out of oxygen, unable to think or process any more pleasure.

Shisui lifts her up by her arms and guides her to the bed, causing the girl to fall onto her back. He controls and moves her hands, making her hold her legs below her knees. Her cunt is completely exposed, and she only hears some spitting before she is filled.

(Y/N) screams out loud from the mixture of pleasure and overstimulation, pussy used like never before, and Shisui giving no slack with the pace he keeps up. The Uchiha looks like a well-oiled machine as he thrusts in and out, both hands on the side of her head and staring at her.

He holds her by the jaw as he kisses her with what seems like pure passion, all the fire one stranger can feel for another, and whispers "I thought you'd have more to offer, you said too many stupid things before you even saw me naked."

She can't reply to that, nor does she manage to analyze how the man can sustain such a violent rhythm and speak as if not agitated. Both hips collide again and again, as his balls slap against her buttocks. He forces one of her hands to release her leg and move towards that area, making her hold his sack in hand and squeeze.

"Just like that (Y/N), pull… good girl." He sounds a little more worked up, without lowering the level of seriousness of his thrusts. "Such a good fucking girl, and such a tight pussy, shit..."

She doesn't even register the force she puts into her grip, nor in how her other hand unthinkingly goes to her clit, finishing again over Shisui's penetrations. The man seems to approve of her action, and that's what sends him through his wonderful peak.

(Y/N) thinks about the fact that he wasn't even wearing a condom when she feels him come on her stomach, but doesn't have the heart or strength to worry about it.

12) Imagine that Shisui and READER lived together. Shisui comes home one day and hears loud moaning coming from their bedroom, recognizing reader’s voice. Shisui assumes, to their horror, that reader is cheating on them, and they rush to the bedroom and open the door. Instead of seeing a cheating partner, Shisui actually walks in on reader masturbating/using sex toys.

"(Y/N) WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH- oh" Is the intonation with which Shisui enters the room, determined to kill the man between his wife's legs and leave her as soon as the blood dries on his hands.

He is usually greeted from his missions with hot food and love, kisses, hugs, good sex, but today all he heard as he walked through the door were moans, merciless and familiar, (Y/N)'s sweet voice screaming to the four winds without a care.

He didn't even take the time to analyze the situation, to decide if it was worth listening or to look for another presence on the perimeter, his anger fueled by the weariness of coming home after days of killing people.

Life is hard, and Shisui just wanted to hug his wife.

When he finally walks through the door, he eats for breakfast the image of his frightened wife, and a vibrant pink toy he has never seen in her hands, attacking that spot only he knows how to work well. He doesn't know whether to feel jealous at being replaced by that vibrator, or happy that he (Y/N) isn't fucking anyone else.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you, love, go on. Do you mind if I stay and watch?"

[ghostlyvoidshark]

Could you do some rival Headcanons between epic and cross sans fighting over us? Like every second you cannot breath, each of them trying to one up each other to show who would treat you better. This idea has been floating in my head for a bit, so just wanted to finally request it. (Also, can we be gender neutral? And romantic, obviously) Thank you and have a good day/night! :)

Hello hun! Sorry this took me a little while - I've had to work more than normal recently. But THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! I thi k this is my first from a non-moot so im so excited to be able to write this for you! I hope you have a lovely day / night as well :D sorry if this isnt that long, im trying to get some confidence in my writing lolol

Epic & Cross x Reader

Cross doesn't like fighting Epic since they are pretty close but this doesn't stop him from getting competitive.

Epic, on the other hand, loves play fighting and competing with Cross! He's not aggressive about it, he just does it for fun.

Cross is usually trying to prove himself worthy of your affection in some way while Epic just likes flirting and making you laugh.

Epic is surprisingly good at flirting but often settles for making you laugh because he loves it so much.

Sometimes Epic flirts with cross too just to fuck with him lmaoo - Cross is always baffled and a mess when it happens. Its pretty funny to watch tbh.

Most people assume youre a polycule. Epic doesnt help dispel that with his flirting. I mean a poly relationship could probably work.

You will never know alone time again if you don't set those boundaries. They're both Clingy!!

Given the chance, Cross will escort you everywhere - hes like your own personal bodygaurd. (You dont know how he knows your schedule so well or how he finds you so easily when going out.)

Epic also shows up a lot. Hes usually the one initiating lunch & dinner dates between y'all. Well, its not obvious theyre dates but they basically are, lmao.

They do try to one up each other but you'll next to never see them fight. You may catch them bickering about who did better, though. Epic likes instigating and Cross can be sassy.

They may have a fight about you once. Other than that they are chill because they're so close and Epic often gets Cross to communicate.

The fight would probably be mostly on Cross. He would get mad that he fell for someone his best friend likes. He would be upset that he "couldn't have someone himself" both because he feels guilty about Epic and for personal issues (he's lost a lot). Then he'd be mad that he thought that way and felt jealous. He wouldn't like how selfish he feels. Epic talks him through it, though. And talks some sense into him :]

Cross may be quiet most of the time but he is hanging around more often than not. He's just sort of ... supervising lol. Its comforting in an odd way. He likes the quality time too.

Sometimes Epic gets you alone, though. He gets you two to do relaxing things together like a picnic or video games.

He can be surprisingly tender and romantic but he will ruin it with a joke after surprising you or flustering you with the romance so cherish the moment while you can. Good luck, too. ;P

Cross is a mixed bag. One moment he's purposely suave and dashing then the next he cant get a sentence out . Its like he has moments of clarity then goes back to being a dork.

On a few occasions they will team up on you. I don't think they would really plan it unless it was your birthday or something special like that. When they do it it's usually just an accident and their moods synced to cause chaos.

When they team up they are menaces! Epic would be all gentle and romantic with flirty, witty remarks while Cross would be the type to guide you by the small of your back, leaning in to tell you things. And you know he'd be saying stuff like he's your personal knight! "I'll always be there for you." || "if you ever need anything just come to me, I'll take care of you." And shit like that.

Augh they would have you cornered but like in a good way. Cross always behind you, making sure you're safe while Epic leads you around by the hand. I hate them. I actually love them damn it.

Sometimes they get needy and steal you away for a while. The dorks.

Epic "kidnaps" you to cuddle up somewhere and read or watch a movie. He's very touchy (respectfully) so if you're okay with it he will be all over you. He especially loves it if you act as his weighted blanket and lay on him.

Cross gets grouchy and takes you somewhere on an "adventure". Most of the time it'll be somewhere without people. If the place has rough terrain he'll likely try to convince you to let him carry you lol. "You got it?" / "you tired?" / "want help?" Any reason to be close or touching you if you'll allow it.

If you're more of a low and mellow energy person he'll set up a special spot where he sets up stuff for one of your hobbies (if he can) somewhere hidden and will hang out with you.

Stars forbid you give only one of them a gift. They won't guilt you or be mean, but they will rub it in the others face subtly. If they're the one who didnt get something then Epic would jokingly act all clingy and pouty while Cross glares at him. Speaking of, Cross would stand closer than normal and Low-key pout if he didn't get something. Like a cat who wants something from you.

If you're the more affectionate, touchy type then you're going to likely always have one of them touching you if they're around. Epic practically hangs off of you while Cross just has a hand on you somehow. They have probably scent marked you, accidentally or not. They just clingy bois.

Also - not in a kinky way - but Cross has a high chance of biting you during prolonged physical contact lol. It's just a quirk of his. Its like cuteness aggression but in a loving way. You can think of it as kisses it a way.

He wouldn't mention it if you dont but it is a good way to fluster him >:3c

As for trying to be better than each other i think they would choose some things you like and try to be "the best" at it?? Like... lets say you collect shells. Suddenly they are finding great shells - in tact and pretty - and giving them to you. Same with trinkets. Or finding weird coffee mugs if you like those.

Epic also is that bitch who has a lot of money and just sugar daddies his friends LMAOO. You want that expensive thing? Dont worry bby hes got it kcjsbsbsb. If hes crushing on you it just gets worse and more ridiculous.

Cross is the one who has dedication to getting you things. So if something is about timing or searching hard for it he's the one to go to. He also just brings you random things like a bird..?? You dont even know where he gets half the stuff he shows up with. You may even just find stuff on a table in your house randomly.

Also, for no apparent reason, kareoke becomes a thing between y'all. You have no choice /j

[mightymizora]

Hello mighty mizora! Big fan here of your work the way you write is so mesmerizing honestly im always in awe!! I have a small question i hope its not annoying i've asked this question to another writer who i liked once but they were so mean to me back so i understand that maybe its not the best question to be asked but i have ADHD and i need alittle direction so i hope maybe you can give me some (its totally okay if you dont want to ! ) Do you have any pointers to someone who has never wrote anything past school essays and to do lists if they want to start writing fanfiction and have it be nice and expressive? I have so many ideas i write them down write 5 sentences thats like a summray maybe a few sentences of some scenes of romance sorta like a small outline it feels so dry... And i dont know what to do past that... Essays had structures and preferred starting intros and all that but i feel lost when i try and start a story, i know myself and i know once i start i will not shut up but starting feels like a wall and i dont know how to climb yk ?

Hey pal!

Firstly thank you so much and also I'm sorry you had a bad experience with another writer. You've asked this so nicely. And apologies for this being delayed I thought I had clicked post but I'd saved the draft again!

So I'm not going to claim to be an expert in this but the way I approach this is:

I start with what I want to say with a piece. What do I want to explore? What do I hope the reader will take away from it? I then jot those down for myself at the top of the document, just like you describe with your summary! If this changes as I discover things that's okay, but it's kind of my road map.

I usually also start in the middle of some action, or with a line of dialogue. Honestly you don't have to do this at all but the joy of fanfiction is you don't have to do loads of exposition! People know who the characters are and you can dive into things! It means you get stuck right in which I personally like.

I also don't write chronologically! I think we can get so stuck on things. I think of writing a story like pruning a garden, so I might write some "holding sentences" per scene and then work on scenes as they come to me. It's a good way to build up the bits as you are inspired. You can see this really clearly in a piece like Blood and Bone which is very sparse, some of the holding sentences in that fic are still in there.

When it comes to dialogue, I use the actioning method used in acting and I work out what people want to do by saying something. I like when characters don't say things outright, but say a hundred words by what they don't say. A character can say I love you, and it's good, but what if they say I don't want you to leave? What is left in the gaps?

When it comes to description I think I have a long way to go honestly but again. What are people seeing, smelling, tasting, seeing touching? What is their primary sense? Does it evoke anything else for them, or are they entirely in the moment? This can vary from character to character.

Another thing to think of is variant rhythm. Once you have a first draft down, go over it again and look at sentence structure. Can you add variation by changing the length of sentences? Can you tell a story in the rhythms you use? I'm a big fan of long run on sentences in romance showing a character losing control, for example.

And the big secret honestly is... you might well find your writing a bit dry! I find mine dry! I look at it squinting, asking whether the sex is sexy or if it's just way too out there or just completely misses the mark. We only really know when other eyes get to see it.

I hope that's helpful!

[pttwice]

I feel we need to have a littlendtzuyu comeback so here I am. I got a idea about all members being busy besides tzuyu (a lot like irl thanks JYPE) tzuyu and she regresses in the morning and 2yeong dont have anyone to babysit so they admit her to a daycare but she ends up having a breakdown after a few hours because she misses her mammas and its way to loud inside the daycare lucky tho nayeon had just finished her interview and was able to pick her up and get her a piece of bread on the way home and watch paw control or bluey till she falls asleep (idk if this go's against any of your request rules if so then you can delete) hope your day is good

hiya chimpo! :) nayeon to the rescue!

(warning for literally one curse word in the very first sentence)

daycare

|| littlend!tzuyu, cg!nayeon, cg!jeongyeon ||

"Damnit. I can't find anyone to take care of Tzu."

Tzuyu heard her mommy from where she was sitting in her bedroom. She walked out and up to her mommy, gently tugging on her shirt.

"Why mommy upset?" Tzuyu quietly asked, doe eyes looking at her mommy.

Nayeon flashed her baby a small smile and kissed her cheek. "I'm not upset, Tzu. I'm just a little stressed."

Jeongyeon popped her head out from the kitchen with two travel mugs in her hand. Tzuyu tilted her head in confusion. She was sure that her mamas only used those mugs whenever they were going somewhere, but they were supposed to be at home with her today.

Jeongyeon looked down at the mugs in her hands with a sheepish smile on her face. She set the mugs down on the kitchen table and sat Tzuyu down on the couch, kneeling in front of her. "Hey, love bug. Mommy and I have to go to work today. Mommy has a meeting and I've got an interview."

"Okay, mama. Mina unnie take care of Tzu."

Jeongyeon frowned a bit and shook her head, gently taking Tzuyu's hands in her own. "Mina's at a schedule today too, love bug. I'm sorry. All the unnies have schedules today. Mommy was trying to find someone to watch you, but everyone's a little busy with work."

At this news, Tzuyu felt her heart drop. She didn't want to be alone at her mama's house and she certainly didn't want to be alone at the dorm.

Jeongyeon could tell that Tzuyu was quickly putting the pieces together. She squeezed her baby's hands gently and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "It's okay, Tzu. I promise that you'll only be at daycare for a few hours and once mommy and I finish with our schedules, we can watch all the puppies on TV that you want, okay?"

Tzuyu really didn't like that she didn't have any other options other than daycare, but her mama promised that she'd only be at daycare for a few hours.

Jeongyeon did the Tzu check before they left and made sure to do it a little slower so she could spend a few more minutes with her baby. Once they finished and made their way to the daycare, Nayeon got more nervous by the second. The last thing she wanted to do was put their baby in daycare, but they didn't have any other options.

//

The second Nayeon and Jeongyeon dropped Tzuyu off at the daycare, she knew she was going to hate it. She had Poppy with her and her bag, but everything felt wrong. She didn't know any of the staff like at the puppy café and there were other littles that weren't anyone she knew as well.

Tzuyu hugged her mamas extra hard when they left her to try and silently convince them to not leave her at the daycare, but she knew that they had to leave.

For the first half hour she was at the daycare center, Tzuyu sat in the corner. She had her squishy ball in her hand and Poppy in her lap and she just watched all the littles play with each other. The staff would come over and check on her occasionally, but Tzuyu's mamas put on her list that as long as she had her headphones, her ball, and Poppy, she should be okay.

Tzuyu was definitely okay, but she didn't feel much better than that. She had her eyes on the clock for the whole first hour she was there, trying to will it to go faster. At this point, the little was just glad that the staff weren't being mean to her and none of the littles had tried to play with her because they were all loud.

After an hour of staring at the clock, two of the littles that were playing with the blocks in a different corner moved on to play with something else. Tzuyu didn't really want to play with anything that a bunch of people had touched, but they were just like the blocks that she had at home.

She walked over and sat down in front of the blocks, slowly enjoying herself a little more. She lined the blocks up in a row, then stacked them, and then made them into a square over and over again just like she did at home.

Tzuyu was just starting to get used to the littles running around and being loud until a few of them decided to scream. She tried not to panic and pulled her headphones out, hoping to block out at least a little bit of the screaming. It helped, but now she was back to square one and she still had at least an hour until one of her mamas would be there to get her.

//

Tzuyu's headphones had helped a little bit, but now every little that passed her and every loud noise that managed to pass through her headphones made her jump. She put her squishy ball back in her bag so she could play with the blocks, but she made sure to keep Poppy on her lap, rubbing his ear and his fur to try to calm herself a little.

She was doing just fine slowly keeping herself calm until she saw a little out of the corner of her eye. Tzuyu just thought that he wanted to play with the blocks, but when he tried to grab Poppy from her lap, she screamed, getting the staff's attention.

Not only did he try to take Poppy from her, but he also brushed up against her arm too. Tzuyu started to sob as she curled up into a ball, hitting her head against the ground as she held onto Poppy.

The main woman who was in charge of Tzuyu's packet flipped to the page about meltdowns and grimaced. It said that unless it was an emergency or Tzuyu was hurting herself or someone else, they weren't supposed to touch her or move her.

The staff member whispered a small apology before she picked Tzuyu up, causing the little to cry even harder. The staff member tried to be as quick as she could, not wanting to be hit from Tzuyu swinging her arms around but also not wanting to cause the little even more distress than she was currently in.

Tzuyu was carried into a small room with a beanbag and a few puzzle piece shaped mats. The staff member laid her down on the beanbag and slid a pillow under the little's head, so she didn't keep hurting herself. The staff member left Tzuyu for a few seconds to grab her bag and closed the door when she walked back in, sitting by Tzuyu.

//

"Thank you all for coming out to this meeting so last second. I don't want to keep you any longer, so please enjoy your day."

Nayeon practically sprinted out of the meeting room and the building to get to her car. She was thankful that the meeting ended almost an hour earlier than it was supposed to, but it wasn't early enough. She just wanted to see her baby. She drove as quickly as she could and picked some milk bread up on the way to the daycare center as a little apology gift for the little.

As soon as Nayeon didn't see Tzuyu when she did a quick scan in the daycare center, she knew that something was wrong. As soon as she heard a muffled sob from behind the door of a room in the corner, she knew that it was Tzuyu.

Nayeon quickly thanked the staff before she carefully made her way through all the littles into the small room where Tzuyu was. Her heart shattered once she opened the door and saw Tzuyu curled up on the beanbag, bawling her eyes out. She thanked the staff before she ushered the woman out and crouched down beside her baby.

"Tzu, mommy's here."

Tzuyu barely registered that someone was talking to her, but the voice sounded soft and gentle in comparison to what she had just dealt with the past few hours.

It took a little while longer than the meltdowns that Tzuyu had at home for Nayeon to calm her down, but Nayeon was eventually able to pick the little up and load her up in the back of the car. She buckled Tzuyu in and handed the little her squishy ball and Poppy before they headed back home.

Nayeon was supposed to call her manager today, but that would have to wait until tomorrow since Tzuyu was much more important. She dressed the little in her favorite soft jammies and wrapped her in her weighted blanket on the couch.

Tzuyu was slowly starting to feel better as she was wrapped in her blanket. She rested her head on her mommy's shoulder and took tiny bites of the milk bread she had gotten for her.

Absolutely exhausted from the day, Tzuyu only managed to get halfway through 101 Dalmatians before she fell asleep in her mommy's lap. She was so tired that she didn't even notice when her mama walked in a few minutes later either, loudly setting her backpack down by the couch.

"We're not going to do daycare again." Nayeon whispered once Jeongyeon sat down beside them.

"Was it that bad that she fell asleep during 101 Dalmatians?" Jeongyeon asked, a frown on her face as she brushed a stray hair out of her baby's face. There were only two times that Tzuyu’s mamas could remember that she fell asleep during 101 Dalmatians. The first was when she hadn’t slept in days, and they needed something to try and put the little to sleep and the second was when they were on a plane ride to the United States.

Nayeon just let out a long sigh and nodded. She was determined now that even if it took her calling every single person on her phone that she trusted, she would find someone to take care of Tzuyu the next time something popped up at the last second.

The day was exhausting for the little, but she slept for a while, safe in her weighted blanket with the comforting smell of her mama's vanilla perfume slowly calming her down.

[athielive]

hiiiii!!! i absolutely loved your snowed in mischa x reader, the concept overall is really cute and you’re a really good writer :)) i was wondering if you could please write a similar fic except with noel x male reader? if not that’s okay but there is not enough x reader content for him lmao

YES ID LOVE TO. i started writing it earlier and i got half way through but i cant recover it im so upset im about to restart.

I dont know if it’s that good but I hope you like it <3

also thank you for requesting one :)))

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French had always been your least favourite subject. No matter what you couldn’t understand any of it.

Luckily you had Noel, the top of the class.

You met in the choir and had known each other for years. He was your best friend and the only person you were truly comfortable with.

After knowing him for a few months you ended up developing feelings for him and questioned your sexuality for a while before coming out to him as gay. He was the only person who knew.

Noel had always been fairly open about being gay, because of this he faced years of bullying. More recently it had died down because everyone had grown up, but seeing it all happen and comforting Noel through the state he was in brought along a fear that it could happen to you as well.

Turning the corner, you saw his house in the distance. Layers upon layers of snow covered the ground as more flakes fell every second. There was a snowstorm warning but you would most likely be back home at that point.

You walked up his driveway and knocked on the door three times.

The door swung open to reveal Noel still in his pyjamas but with his hair styled how he always has it.

“Bonjour, Bienvenue en France.” He exclaimed. You hesitated for a second trying to process what that meant.

“What?”

“That’s basic French Y/N… you’re so lucky you have me.” He smiled.

Truly he didn’t know how lucky you really felt.

“Come in then theres snow all over you, Mom won’t let you in if you’re soggy.” He grabbed your arm pulling you inside and up to his room.

Noel went straight over to his desk chair getting a folder labelled ‘French Lessons for Y/N’

You slouched down on his bed looking over at him. “How long did it take you to make that?” You asked.

“Oh uh… not long. Maybe a few hours… every night for a week.” He began rambling.

You felt yourself becoming flustered, “It means a lot that you would do all that for me Noel.”

“I’d do anything for you, you know that.” He smiled.

You walked over to him and sat down in the chair next to him. He began to flicker through the pages to find what he wanted to teach you today.

It was colour coded with beautiful layouts and calligraphy titles. This must’ve taken him ages. All the examples he had in it of sentences were things that had happened with the two of you, things like: ‘Nous avons regardé des films ensemble toute la nuit.’ ~ ‘We watched films together all night.’ and ‘Y/N est très beau.’ ~ ‘Y/N is very handsome.’

All that was going through your head was ‘This has to mean something; Does this mean something; What if he actually likes me back’ You had to do something.

“I can’t do this Noel.” You started.

“I know it’s hard but don’t worry I have faith in you and I’ll-”

“No it’s not about the French I need to tell you something.” You inhaled deeply, there was no turning back now. “Listen you have to promise me that what I’m about to say won’t ruin our friendship.”

He laughed, “Of course not you’re the best friend I have.”

“Okay uhm, you know how much you mean to me, right?” He nodded, “Well even when I first met you I was intrigued by you, I guess you always felt more special to me then any other friend had. I always assumed it was just that we were platonic soulmates or something but um..”

“What are you trying to say?” Noel asked, shuffling his chair closer to yours.

“I love you Noel and not just as a friend.”

His shoulders dropped as if a wave of relief had washed over him. His cheeks began to flash a bright red and a smile crept its way onto his face.

“I love you too.” He grinned, “In more than a friend way but I figured you already got that.”

You both laughed and hugged each other tightly. This is it, all you wanted. It’s moments like this that make people want to freeze time and stay like it forever.

“What does this mean for us?” Noel asked, still not pulling away.

“I don’t know.” You said. “I’m not ready to come out to everyone yet, but I’d love- only if you want, to be your boyfriend?” You smiled hopefully.

“Of course I want you to be my boyfriend you idiot, why else would i make a folder of French for you?” He laughed.

“Oh my god I actually have a boyfriend. We can like watch movies together and have sleepovers and then go with each other to choir practice after those sleepovers then spend more time together!” He continued.

You chuckled, “Don’t we already do that?”

“Well yeah but it’s different now because you’re my boyfriend. We need to watch a movie together now as a celebration.” He got up and began to walk over to grab a DVD off of his shelf.

“As long as it isn’t one of those French ones.”

“You know it will be.”

You both cuddled together watching the movie, Noel recited his favourite lines and you had never felt happier.

When the movie ended he had already taken your hoodie and requested a different one that you had at home.

“Noel, I still stand by what I said about not being comfortable coming out to everyone. But if you’re okay with it I want to tell my family and the choir about us.” You asked turning to him.

He agreed and you began discussing ways to tell them. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Noels Mom came in.

“Y/N the snowstorm has started and your Mom called asking if you could to stay here for a few days until it all clears up. She said to give her a call when you can.” She smiled then left the room.

“It’s like a honeymoon for us.” Noel exclaimed.

You laughed lightly, “No I’ll take you to Paris for our real honeymoon, thats a promise.”

He tackled you into a hug, life was perfect.

[sugarcherriess]

For the 1k headcanon requests (i hope I'm understanding how this works)

Kevin-tbz, soulmate bestfriends to lovers

Sunwoo-tbz, soulmate older brother's bestfriend

Q-tbz, rivals to lovers

(yes I'm slightly in a soulmate phase rn)

Since you didn’t specify a genre I’m gonna make them all fluff bc of the cute tropes 🥹🥹

All three are under the cut!

Soulmate Best Friends to Lovers with Kevin Moon:

I won’t even try to act like the first that that came to my brain after reading Kevin and soulmates in the same sentence wasn’t that one hc about soulmates getting the same birthmark in the same place on their bodies

Now imagine you and Kev being best friends since you were in diapers

It’s been a blissful few years with both of you being ambitious when it comes to love

You’ve dated people on and off, never really finding the one since yk, you both never had the soulmate mark

Kevin on the other hand prefers to keep it low and wait.

Which according to you is incredibly boring

However, one date of yours is a real bust

Like the kind of bust that makes you go straight to Kevins house and cry about love not being real

“I’m going to be 90 and still not have a partner,”

“You should be more worried about your inevitable toothless mouth at 90 thanks to all the icecream you’re eating,”

You stick out your tongue at him and continue to eat your icecream

“Turn around i have to change,” he orders you so that he can change into his pajamas.

The impromptu sleepover was your idea

“And if i dont? What do you have to hide, loser,” you jab at him

And he rolls his eyes but continues taking off his shirt

You keep your eyes on the tub of icecream for the most part

Only accidentally looking over at him once through your tear stricken eyes

And that’s when you see it

Kevin’s fucking jacked

No! Not that!

Kevin has the exact same birthmark on his back as you.

In the exact same place. In the exact same shape.

“Kev…” “hm?” “We’re soulmates,” “of course we are, i can recognise you from the sound of your piss stream–“ “no i mean. We’re /soulmates/ soulmates”

Kevin pauses at that

Then he turns and you explain to him what you just figured out. How you both spent almost half your expected lifetime without seeing your marks and connecting the dots is beyond you

Surely both marks being behind your backs was a huge factor

However it leaves you both stuck to your places

Until you talk it through and realise

You’ve never really been textbook best friends ever.

This new knowledge opens up a whole new pandora box of evident behaviours that made you seem beyond just best friends to everyone

“Guess our friends weren’t lying that we act more like couples than actual couples,,”

Your preestablished chemistry makes this easier to digest. But you dont jump too early into a relationship

You promise eachother to take it slow and see whether or not you can work as a couple

And of course you do

Kissing each other? Going on dates? Adoring each other’s every idea– stupid or not stupid, all of it came easy to you

Gradually you two became a thing

“So are we supposed to act like this is something new” – literally your entire friend group when you two meet up with them hand in hand, finally an exclusive couple

Soulmate Older Brother’s Best Friend with Sunwoo:

Older brother’s bestie Sunwoo?

Sunwoo who adores you and thinks you’re the cutest person in the world?

Sunwoo who’s so so soooo overprotective over you that he even surpasses your brother?

Sunwoo who wants you to join them in every activity and personally comes to your room to check up on you and hang out when he comes over?

Yes to all of the above

You’re absolutely infatuated with this man

Like i mean it

He’s so caring and warm and endearing

And he’s so funny

He listens to you and cares about you

If you ever go out somewhere, Sunwoo would be more high alert than your brother

He would text you every hour to check in

Would ask you whether you’ve had food and hydrated

And would lovingly blackmail you into feeding and hydrating if you haven’t

Would stay up with you on days that you had work late in the night

He would also help you do your homework if you need help!

Like if you’re bored at any hours of the day, you can call him up and he’ll be at your doorstep to take you out for a drive or to lay in and watch a dumb movie

Sometimes it feels like he’s more with you than he is with your big brother

So it’s not unnatural that one day your brother finds Sunwoo in your room and drags him away

“He’s MY best friend, stop hogging him!!????”

But you wont let go

Or so your brother thinks

“Ummmm”

You two don’t know how to explain what the fuck is going on when your brother looks back to tell you to let Sunwoo go.

Would you look at that, a red string of fate connects both your pinkies together!!!!!

And no matter how much your older brother pulls, it would not break!!!

You brother is taking it relatively well than you would’ve assumed

“Sigh, you gotta willingly come with me man. I won’t be able forcefully take pull you away,” he rolls his eyes

You cant even make eye contact with Sunwoo because of how shy you’ve gotten at this newfound intimacy with someone you’ve admired for so long.

“Yeah okay I’ll meet you in a sec,” Sunwoo assures your brother to make him leave

And as soon as he does, Sunwoo’s rushing his way back to you, warm hands grabbing your face as his lips land on yours in a passionate smooch

“I’ll see you later,” he promises and then leaves after his best friend

The later comes only ten minutes after that as he can not help but feel empty when he’s away from you much to the dismay of your brother 😔💔

Rivals to Lovers with Ji Changmin/Q:

Everyone always talks abt dance rivals Q x reader now lets talk about ART MAJORS Q x reader

You’ve been stuck in a perpetual rivalry since college began because highschool might’ve not mattered but this does and you need to be the best is the philosophy you both live by

And you both have to submit a final sculpture by the end of the year

This is your project that will dictate who gets to ride the college’s ass for the rest of your degree with regards to the opportunities on a global scale as well as other benefits

And you need to be the one on top

But then so does Changmin

Its a shame really because you could’ve been such great friends and your collective power of absolute cunt serving would leave others in the dust had it not been for you being forced into a competition with eachother

And its petty, the way you both bicker in every class and in every practical

If you say one thing he says another

If he agrees on one idea you present a completely different one

You two refuse to let the other have the last word and the rest of the study body and the profs are sick of it

So sick that the administration considers it necessary to fix this issue themselves so that this doesn’t negatively effect the establishment’s image

So they plan a trip!

A trip to an art museum where you have to choose a trip partner and use this trip to gather inspiration and brainstorm ideas with eachother

Oh did I mention that this project is in pairs?

And did i mention you two are paired together

The trip begins as usual

Bickering about not leaving enough space on the bus for the other

Bickering about being too noisy

Bickering about being too… *reads scribble on hand* there???

“Can you stop breathing so loud near me?”

“Only if you stop breathing at all,”

Cue eyes rolling from the rest of the student body

However, begrudgingly, you two become civil whilst inside the museum

Both of you are quiet at first

But then you start figuring out that you have so many things in common

Like the kind of art form you’re most passionate about

Your favourite sculptors

Your favourite stroke techniques

The works yk?

Its a gradual process but you two go from not even accepting each others presence for one minute to spending hours holed up in the art room sketching up ideals and laying out plans for your project

During the course of that project you two get more and more understanding

To the point when one of you is always bringing coffee for the other and the other is always offering to pay for food

When its the day of the final display, your and Changmin’s work gets the most praise

And then its time to part

And your hearts ache 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Its a sad sad goodbye

And finally, after several gruesome hours of fighting your egos, you both hit each other up

“I realised we have so much potential as individuals and it would be fascinating to see how much we can reinforce that potential if we work together,”

“Ji Changmin are you proposing to work on the final project together?”

“Yes and.. I also thought we could go get coffee… as a date,”

And there begins the turning point of your venomous glares gettign replaced by heart eyes for each other

The mouths that used to strike each other like spears now locked together in a battle of tonsil hockey

He’s def the type of bf to walk with his hands in the back pocket of your jeans 😤

The End 💘

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Nightmares (Part 2!)

Pairing: Loki x Faerie!Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, worried Loki, excited reader, angst, nightmares, happy Loki (its cute okay?), slight violent imagery (it's like 1 or 2 sentences, okay?)

Summary: I’m not spoiling bc its really cute but let’s say Hela has a big moment… or does she???  >:)

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Loki’s heart beat faster, he was panicking, where were you? You weren’t in the gardens, Thor’s room, the kitchens, or any of the libraries.

He knocked on his mother’s door, knowing if he kept looking with only Thor, he would die of exhaustion or he’d strangle his brother.

You heard a knock on the door, frantic and loud. You turned around, seeing Frigg get up and answer the door. You see a flash of red hair and you wince. You didn’t think Loki was going to wake up, he was such a heavy sleeper.

Hushed words were exchanged before you saw Frigg open the door wider and step out of the way. You smile sheepishly, looking at your husband.

His fiery red hair was a mess, and the panic in his eyes swiftly turned to relief when he saw you.

Loki rushed towards you, grabbing you in his arms, holding you close. He heard you hum softly, nuzzling into his chest.

“Darling, is something wrong? You scared me when I couldn’t find you.” His voice was soft and quiet, only for you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d wake up. I just needed to talk to somebody.”

“Then why didn’t you wake me?” he asked, hurt.

When he saw the pain in your eyes, he stopped, registering everything. The tension in your shoulders, the way you wouldn’t look at him anymore, and the way your fingers dug into his arms.

“It’s about me, isn’t it?”

“You didn’t do anything! It’s-”

“I understand, darling. It’s okay.”

You felt a little better after that, and a little more when he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry, Loki. I didn’t want to scare you, yet I still managed to. I-”

“It’s okay.”

😴🛌💭

You rocked Hela, singing to her softly. You smiled at her when she tried to pull on your pointy ears, laughing as you gently peeled her fingers off.

“We don’t pull on mommy’s ears, baby, that hurts mommy.” You saw her eyes widen as she nodded, and you kissed her forehead.

“I love you so much, darling. Mommy loves you so much. Yes I do! Yes I do!” You smiled, hearing her laugh. “Oh you’re so cute, almost cuter than daddy. Don’t tell him I said that, it’s our secret, alright?”

Hela babbled, and you nodded. “It’s our little secret.”

“What’s your little secret?” Loki asked, coming up behind you. You smile, leaning your head back against his shoulder so you could look at him.

“None of your business, my good lord.” He laughed, kissing you, and you hum, eyes fluttering shut.

“Eck! Yuck!” Your eyes snap open as you look at your daughter, eyes wide.

“Oh my goodness! Oh my god!” You practically screamed, looking at Hela. Her first word!

“Loki- Her first word! Hela’s first word! My baby’s first word! Oh you’re so smart, aren’t you? Yes, so very smart, Hela!”

Your voice was excited and you were practically glowing as you gasped. “We have to tell your mother! We have to tell Frigg! Does Hela want to see Gramma Frigg?”

Loki laughed, carefully taking his daughter out of your arms. “Darling, calm down, we don’t want to scare Hela. Take a breath, just br-”

“Dada!”

Loki felt his eyes widen as he looked between you and Hela, an excited squeal coming out of your mouth. He put a hand over your mouth, glaring at you.

You stopped squealing, taking a breath, then two, then a few more, calming down.

“Do you feel better?”

“Get your hand off my mouth or so help me-” Loki laughs, and you lick his hand. You smirk, seeing him yank his hand away.

“Your mommy’s gross, she just licked my hand!”

“And I’ll do it again!” you laugh, reaching for Hela and her sling.

Loki helps you put the sling on, then helps you put Hela in. Your arms wrap around her, one around her back, the other under her. You kiss your husband then dash off, skirts flying around your bare feet.

You quickly reach Frigg's study, and you knock on the door loudly, taking Hela out of the sling as the door is opened. You smile, seeing Frigg.

“Lady Y/n! To what do I owe the pleasure?” You smile wider, following her in.

“I just thought-” You scream in pain, feeling a blade run through you. You watch as Frigg morphs into your mother, a wicked grin on her face, glee in her eyes.

The queen of Alfheim draws the blade out of you, gently taking your daughter into her arms before turning away as you drop to the ground.

You whimper, watching as she turned into you, pure evil in your eyes staring down at you.

😴🛌💭

You gasp, sitting up from the bed, heart pounding. You look over at the cradle, heart picking up when you don't see Hela immediately. You crawl out of the bed, looking in the cradle, relief flooding through you as you see your infant daughter, cuddled under the thin blanket.

You walk over to the other side of the bed, sitting next to Loki. He was so beautiful, with his bright red hair and emerald eyes.

You were almost the exact opposite of him, which is why you worked better together than you had with Thor.

Thor was a friend, but never more than that. You had shared drunken kisses once, but it never went beyond that.

Thor was loud and brash, and you were more timid and quiet. You were almost unnoticeable most of the time. Thor made it worse, but Loki…

Loki stayed with you when you had the occasional vision during the day, and would listen when you told him about the ones you got every night.

Thor never did.

Loki made you stronger, more confident, and you liked to believe you also brought out the best in him too.

😴🛌💭

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DADDY ISSUES - Part Seven: Friends

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Now that you're all moved in and set up, what do you have to look forward to in your relationship as Elvis Presley's sugar baby? [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: sad reader, angst, guilt/shame as a result of sexual activity, elvis being a bit of a fucktard ngl

Rating: M || Word Count: 3985

A/N: i hope y'all are enjoying still!! i can't tell you how many ideas spurred while writing these chapters. i literally had a web of ideas that i somehow managed to weave all into this little fic lol

Song Rec: friends - anne marie and marshmello

This is Part 7 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

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🦋 mila

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“Am I allowed to date or see other people or is this an exclusive thing?”

Elvis’ eyebrows shoot up when you ask the question and you can tell that he wasn’t expecting it. His eyes drop to the floor and eyebrows furrow as he considers what you’ve asked. After a few moments of tense silence, he clears his throat and glances back up at you with a tight smile.

“Course you can see other people. We ain’t an item or nothin. It’s just a convenient relationship for both of us. Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, but doesn’t mean we gotta be lovers neither.”

You nod, offering a small smile. His eyes fall to your finger and he smirks.

“That’s a good girl. Lemme see,” he says, scooting forward and holding out his palm.

You drop your hand into his and he gently runs his fingers over it with the hint of a smile on his face. His calloused fingertips ghost over your knuckle and then onto the ring resting snugly on your finger. You take a deep breath, the feeling of your touch on his palm making you giddy and excited.

“See you doin so good already followin my rules. This ring’ll tell everybody important that you’re with me. Looks good on ya, princess,” he says with a nod. “You like it?”

“Oh absolutely, Mr. Presley,” you say, automatically defaulting to his proper name. You feel like you should treat him respectfully, or maybe you’re addressing him as your boss? You aren’t sure but the urge to be formal is suddenly extremely present in the room. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen and definitely not something that I could ever afford on my own. Thank you so much for gifting it to me.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, waving dismissively. “It’s payment for our first appointment. This was the arrangement we agreed to and I stick to my promises. There’s more to come, I’m sure.”

Your lips part as you watch his gaze fade from sunny blue eyes to a dark, serious expression. He emphasizes the word come, pausing after he speaks the word. He draws it out, licking his tongue over his lips before finishing the sentence. You desperately hope you’re not reading too much into it, because you do desperately want him to be talking about you.

Everything in your body wants him to touch you and make you feel things you’ve never experienced in your life. The first time you saw him in 1956, you wanted him. Other girls may also want him, but not like you. They don’t want him like you do. The lust he planted then has done nothing but grow since that day. For god’s sake, it possessed you, the most unlikely person in the world, to slide out of your panties and offer them up to a complete stranger who you’d probably never see again. Elvis’ voice jerks you out of your awe.

“Which reminds me, what sorta payments do you want? I don’t wanna get you nothin you dont like.”

“Oh, uh, I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Well, I like necklaces and rings. Um, I’m more of a pants girl than dresses but I still like nice dresses and things. Um…”

“Noted,” he replies.

Silence settles as his eyes trace over your figure. You’re becoming more comfortable with him doing that, since he does it pretty constantly. The little problem of your debts and bills rises to the forefront of your mind and you consider adding to the list since that’s what you really need to be paid off, but before you can say anything else, he curls his finger and motions for you to come over to him.

Your core starts to swell with excitement and you actively fight the smile that wants to cross your face. You take a few steps closer to him and sit down on his lap, just as you had the other day. You already feel a bit more comfortable this time as you rest your hands on his chest and his hands gently cup your thighs. You stay still, waiting for instructions which he promptly provides.

“Tilt your head up for me,” he says and you gulp before obeying, lengthening your chin out so that he can see your neck better.

His fingers gently rise up toward your skin, ghosting across your throat and the sensitive skin underneath your jawline. Your eyes flutter and threaten to close but you force them to remain open. He just gently closes his fingers around your throat, not all the way but enough that your breath audibly shudders. You gulp your nerves down as your pussy begins to throb with desire for him. Just as you’ve resolved to lean down and kiss him, he pulls his fingers away.

“You got a pretty neck, princess. Perfect for my hand. I think a necklace would work nicely for you.”

You hover in the space between you, resisting the strongest urge to smash your lips against his. Your entire body is slowly aching for him, but is it okay for you to make a move? Despite his loveliness in answering your questions, you’re still confused as to how all of this works. Plus, now that you’re relying totally and completely on Elvis to sustain you financially, you’re terrified of making a mistake that’s unfixable. Just as your head begins to bob forward with a burst of confidence, your nerves get the better of you and you just hover anxiously. You clear your throat and Elvis continues the conversation.

“Is jewelry what you like best? Or dresses or what?”

“Um, I guess I’ve never really thought about it, honestly. I…don’t have much of a preference,” you reply with a lackluster shrug. “I could use some new clothes. But, of course the jewelry is also very nice. Um…sorry, I just feel very awkward saying these things.”

You laugh nervously but he shakes his head.

“Why’s that?”

“Well,” you suddenly laugh as you realize what it feels like and that image begins to surface in your mind, “honestly, it feels a bit like sitting on Santa’s lap and telling him what I want for Christmas. I’m just not very used to asking for things, like material things.”

“But that’s how you get what you want. Y'ask for it.”

“I guess so, yeah. But that’s usually not how it works for normal people, and it’s certainly never worked out that way for me. I hardly ever get what I ask or pray for. God has favorites and I really don’t think I’m one of them,” you reply with a weak chuckle. “Besides, I’m just not the kind of person who places a lot of value on material objects or gifts or anything. I don’t need all that many things, to be honest. Just the basics, although these are very tempting and it feels good to own them. They’re not really necessary in the grand scheme of things, you know what I mean?”

“But that’s what I’m here for. I ain’t got no issue giving you whatever you want. All you gotta do is ask, princess, and it’s yours.”

“I’m not used to that. People like me don’t just get the things we ask for. We have to work for them.”

“Not anymore, doll,” he smiles, leaning forward to whisper against your cheek. “Ask and it’s yours.”

You smile in awe as Elvis pulls back.

“Stand up, over there,” he gestures toward the middle of the room. You nod and carefully remove yourself from his lap to stand on the mark he’s given you. Once there, you await his directions. “Take the dress off. Just the top. I wanna see you better.”

You nod and turn away from him to spice things up. You shakily lift the strap of your dress up and off of your shoulder, glancing over your skin at Elvis who watches you hungrily. You let the strap fall, exposing the skin of your shoulder to him. The slow speed with which you’re stripping is putting both you and him through an uncomfortable tenseness that only grows when you drop the other strap down. The dress, being held up mostly by the straps, elegantly falls off your chest and pools around your waist where it’s cinched in a little tighter. You reach up for the strap to your bra, but Elvis stops you.

“No. There’s good enough,” he says. “Turn around.”

You obey him, spinning around so he can get a good look at your entire body. He rubs his slender fingers over his lips, tugging them out lazily. You stand still like a statue before him until he gestures for you to come closer.

“Come here. Right here. All the way this time.”

He points to the space between his legs, a spot that has become rather familiar to you already. You can’t help the smile that spreads onto your cheeks as you step toward him.

He leans forward, his fingers taking hold of your waist. They gingerly trail up the bare skin of your waist, so lightly that you feel goosebumps spreading across your skin. He traces his fingers around to your front, ghosting over your breasts underneath the bra. He curls his fingers around your chest and squeezes firmly. You release a contented breath and close your eyes at the sensation, what little of it there even is. It’s more than you’ve gotten from him so far. He squeezes a few more times, saying nothing, before he releases your breasts.

You instinctively follow his grasp as it retreats. Your eyes fly open in disappointment and he slides further down into the red velvet chair. He tugs gently on the zipper to his jumpsuit while staring intensely into your eyes.

“You know what to do, darlin."

Unfortunately, you do know what to do, although you’d love to do something else right now. It might only be the second time you’ve sucked him off, you hope this time will be different. You hope this time you’ll get to share in the receiving end. Glancing up into his bright blue eyes, you have an idea. You lean over him, trying to push your breasts near his face in the hopes that you’ll tempt him enough to put some effort into pleasing you. You pause for a few seconds, waiting for him to grasp your chest.

When he doesn't respond, you reach down to grasp the zipper. His hand snakes onto yours, gripping your fingers away from his suit. You glance up at him in confusion

"I liked what you did the other night with your teeth," he says, his eyes falling down to your lips. "Do it like that again."

You gently maneuver yourself onto the floor on your knees and catch the zipper between your teeth. This time, you unzip the jumpsuit slowly, maintaining eye contact with Elvis all the way down. You spread the leather of his jumpsuit aside so you can access him. His white boxer briefs are familiar to you now. You glance sneakily up at the clock in the corner of the room to see that you only have about five minutes until show time.

As much as you appreciate his trying to get to know you better, you’re desperate for some physical attention. You’ve been responsible for taking care of yourself for the last five years or so and, quite frankly, you’re just tired of it. Having a man touch you for once is a need that’s rekindled every time he dares to touch you.

But with only five minutes left, you waste no time, yanking his underwear off and wrapping your fingers around his length. You immediately start to pump him, licking the tip of his dick with your tongue. He releases a satisfied sigh and leans back into the chair. You glance up to see his head tilted toward the ceiling with his eyes completely closed. You feel pleased with yourself but frustrated at his passivity. You yank him into your mouth and harshly bob your head up and down on top of him.

He groans and moans in approval. Your eyes flash wide when his hand sneaks down your chest to massage your breasts through your bra. You hum against his length as he pinches your nipple between his fingers. You shift closer to him, hoping he'll touch you harder. While the sensation is very welcome, you need so much more.

As your head bobs up, your eyes flick up toward him again to see that he hasn’t moved, other than his hips which are beginning to buck up into your mouth as he matches your pace. You squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly feeling the urge to cry. You continue to bob up and down on his dick as you fight back the emotion that’s flooding into your chest painfully.

You feel him start to twitch in your mouth and pump your hand harder on his length. A few seconds later, his hips are bucking into your lips and his hot cum is slipping down your throat. You gulp it down begrudgingly, the taste almost sour on your tongue. Your body shudders with the displeasure of the action and the taste but mostly with how it made you feel at the moment.

You drop your head immediately, focusing on the floor below you as Elvis reassembles himself to go back out for the show which starts in just a few minutes. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, wanting to transport yourself completely from this situation into a different time and place, somewhere you’re safe and alone. On his way out, Elvis places his hand on your head and gives your hair a little muss. His fingers slip down to your chin, lifting your gaze to his. You reluctantly open your eyes and he smirks down at you slightly.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs before making his way toward the door.

You keep yourself upright until you hear the door shut behind him. As soon as the lock clicks, you feel your face screwing up. You keel over onto your hands and knees, your arms shaking with the emotion that is coursing through your body. You curl onto your knees and sit back on them, resting your forehead on the scratchy carpet below you. Tears start to pool by your eyes and you don’t stop them as the warm liquid falls from your eyes to stain the carpet below you. You curl your arms around your shoulders as your body shakes and you cry.

He had his chance to pleasure you and he didn’t take the hints, which you thought were very obviously being given to him. Now, it’s too late. You feel worthless, disgusting, dirty. You understand that you wholeheartedly gave yourself up to Elvis when you agreed to become his sugar baby but you assumed the arrangement would be mutual.

You should be stronger than this; this shouldn’t bother you so much. You are the one who agreed to this, who decided to accept the proposal. You’re just reaping the consequences of your actions, the ones Steve warned you about. But for some unplaceable reason, it hurts. A lot.

On the other hand, while you realize how silly and dramatic it is to be upset when you’ve just begun, the emotions that are running through your veins are so strong. And considering that you’ve relocated your entire life over the last week, it’s probably understandable that you’re feeling so overwhelmed.

After a few more tears sneak out, you sniffle and wipe your runny nose on your arm, not caring about the stickiness spreading onto your skin. You don’t have anyone to look pretty for anymore. And the one person you did choose to look nice for doesn’t seem to have any interest in you other than using you as a personal fleshlight. As moments of anger and embarrassment pulse through your veins, you pull yourself together with a few deep breaths.

You weren’t really in the mood for giving him a blowjob even when you got dressed to come downstairs tonight. But he asks and you provide. As he said earlier, ‘all you gotta do is ask and it’s yours’. As you dry your tears, that phrase starts to circle in your brain. Ask and it’s yours… If that’s what he wants. That’s what he’ll get. Why can’t you take the reins a little? You’re half of the deal, after all.

You stand, fix your hair and your dress, wipe off your tears and snot and grab your purse. You exit the dressing room with the confidence of someone who simply doesn’t have the will to care anymore.

As you trudge out of the dressing room, not bothering to pause before the door to listen for anyone passing, you keep your eyes glued to the floor beneath you. You shrug your bag over your shoulder and pull the bottom of your dress down harshly, trying to get the stubborn fabric to stay put. When your body slams into another, you momentarily lose your footing and feel yourself careening toward the floor. Luckily, whoever you bumped into manages to catch you at the last moment. With a panting breath, you glance up to see one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen in your life. He helps you to your feet as you feel heat creeping into your face.

“Uh…thanks,” you say nervously. “I’m so sorry about that.”

He chuckles, leaning down to pick up your purse, which you hadn’t even realized you’d dropped during the collision. Your eyes widen as you notice the black lingerie poking out from inside the bag. You wonder if he notices, although he doesn’t mention or allude to it at all when he carefully hands the bag back to you. You snatch it quickly from his hands, sneakily reaching your hand in to push the lingerie back into its hidden place.

“It’s no big deal. It’s my fault for being so clumsy,” he says, flashing a crooked smile at you.

As his straight white teeth sparkle in the light of the hallway, you can’t help but grin back at him. A few moments of silence pass before one of you gets the courage to say something else.

“So…do you work here?” he asks, gesturing to your outfit.

“Oh, uh, sorta. I’m part of Mr. Presley’s…” your eyes wander quickly around your environment, desperately searching for an excuse that doesn’t involve your chest and face being covered in Elvis' cum. You suddenly see someone pass carrying a case of makeup and your face brightens. “...makeup crew. I’m one of his makeup consultants.”

“You do his makeup?”

“Well, I just sort of check it to make sure it’s up to standard, you know. The eyeliner and such,” you pull out as much knowledge of makeup as you can possibly access in your brain as your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

You know you shouldn’t be embarrassed to admit what you really do here, but you still feel too ashamed to fess up to it. You know there’s no way that this stranger is actually buying the idea that you’re a makeup artist for Elvis, considering what you’re wearing and the fact that your own makeup is probably smudged hideously from the crying and snotting all over.

“Cool. I’m one of the stagehands, so I carry some of the props onstage and help with the curtains and all that.”

“Oh, that’s super cool!” you say, folding your arms over your chest. “How did you get into that?”

“My mom was a singer back in the day, so I’ve always been around sets. How did you get into…what you do?”

“Oh, it’s just a job for money. There’s nothing that special about it, honestly.”

“Working that closely to Elvis Presley isn’t special?”

“He’s not as amazing as you’d think, actually,” you reply with a curt smile as you reflect on all the disappointments you’ve already experienced since becoming his sugar baby. “But it pays the bills.”

“I can understand that,” he says, staring down into your eyes.

You’ve been truthful with him, besides admitting what you do. Although you can’t explain why, you want this man to think highly of you. Elvis did say that you could date other people, so why shouldn’t you take a stab at this one. He’s handsome with curly brown locks, deep brown doe eyes, and a nicely shaped face. He’s very tall and decently built; you guess he has to be pretty strong to be able to toss set pieces around.

You abruptly stick your hand out for him to shake. His eyebrows raise but he takes your hand in his, giving it two solid pumps. You wiggle your fingers, assuming he’s going to release your hand but he holds onto it for a few seconds longer than you’re expecting. You smile sweetly as he releases your fingers slowly. You drag them across his palm and resist the urge to shudder with excitement.

It’s been upwards of five years since you last had a serious boyfriend, so the thought of maybe finding someone after all this time is extremely appealing. Not to mention that you’re desperate for some physical pleasure. With all of this teasing and leading-up to nothing, you’re starting to get fed up and very tired of the constant lack of tension relief.

“I’m Y/N,” you say.

“I’m-”

“Max!” someone shouts from a different spot in the backstage area. “Stop flirting and get your ass over here to help with the curtains!”

Your eyes shift toward a man yelling orders who you assume is in charge of the stagehands and the backstage activities. Max glances back at you with a shrug.

“Duty calls. Will I…see you here tomorrow?”

“Uh…no, probably not. I don’t think I work tomorrow and I have another job that I have to take care of on the side,” you lie, not too excited about the idea of coming down here more than necessary.

“Oh, damn. Well, what days do you work?”

“It’s sort of unpredictable, to be honest,” you can feel your palms growing sweaty with his constant questioning.

“Alright. Cryptic but alright,” he laughs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. You bite your lip as you watch his biceps flex. If you were wondering, your question has now been answered. He’s strong strong. “Guess I’ll just have to hang out around here every day until I see you again.”

“Oh…” you drop your gaze, embarrassed and flattered by his charming flirting. “Well in that case, maybe I can make an exception for you. Here.”

You snatch a pen from the table next to you and scribble the number to your hotel room on his palm.

“You can reach me here. If you ever want to hang out or need help or, well, whatever,” you offer.

“And what if I need something tonight? I can call you then?”

You chuckle and bite your lip at his goofy smile.

“You can call whenever. And I’ll decide if I want to pick up or not.”

“Max Carver!” the stage manager shouts and Max jumps.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Max. I’ll hope to see you again some time.”

“If I have anything to say about it, you will," he replies with a wink and a handsome grin.

You turn and start on your way out of the backstage area as you hear the stage manager shouting instructions to Max. You smile to yourself, just a little bit smitten with him.

As you pass the trash can on the way out, you click open your purse and pull the black lingerie out. You drop it into the can and get on your way back upstairs without giving the piece of clothing a second thought.

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Dan x reader

(Introductory chapter, thats all)

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the sun was bright, the sky clear and the breeze was cool, all this to say that i was having the worst day of my life atm. my dad was being the biggest dick head in the entire world and because he cant handle any kind of emotion or female at that he kicks me out in the blink of an eye, im sorry but im not a maid. i had to pack in a day, be out and hunting the next, and just yesterday was i approved to move into my new apartment, my own space that i can dominate to do what i want, i should be happy to be on my own at my big age of 21 but for some reason i feel bad for leaving an old man alone, but then again im not dealing with his yelling and commanding for any longer. at this moment i am moving in, i have to carry each, and every, LARGE BOX, up stairs and into my apartment MYSELF. i make my way back down to the moving van and so happen to see someone standing by it with two other people i don't know, i got a little anxious because i wanted to be a bit more on the down low but damn, three people at once. as i got closer i was able to register the people, a tall built blonde, an average sized purple haired woman and a short dark haired man. they seem friendly from afar but as i got closer and into their bubble the small mans energy makes me a little more on guard, i didn't say a word as i got closer because all i heard was the smaller man ranting about how no one was allowed to move in because its only ever an inconvenience to him and how all people are stupid and problems only come from new people. i just stood behind him and listened, by the time the other two noticed me but he was facing away from me, they looked at him and pointed in my direction. He was mid sentence when he glanced my way "OH, AND I SUPPOSE YOUR THE-" he abruptly looked me over and clasped his hands behind him and straightened his back "ooooh, you must be my new neighbor! im dan and this is my best friend Chris........and his wife Elise" he gestured to the other two people who were waving at me "hello, and welcome to the neighborhood i hope you're not moving all of this in yourself" Elise said, i smiled and introduced myself "its nice to meet you, im (y/n)". dans eyes haven't moved from my form at all but i act like i don't notice how weird he is to not hurt his feelings or embarrass him " uuuh, yeah. im kinda on my own but ill be ok" i smiled tiredly. Elise and Chris immediately volunteer to help me carry boxes into my house but i deny it to be nice, though i really do need help "dont worry (y/n) its not a problems at all we wouldn't want you to tire yourself out on your first day in your new apartment" Chris said. i smiled and looked at all of them " thank you so much, you guys are some of the kindest people I've met so far" i purposely didn't make eye contact with dan when saying that, and it caused him to to quip in " i can help, im nice too!" feeling bad i looked at him and smiled " of course id appreciate it, and maybe i can make us all dinner when we are finished" the blonde man with a box already in his arms snapped his head in my direction "yes please" and i giggled at that, hes funny and his wife is really sweet, i might want to consider a friendship, but dan is.... i don't know right now but we'll see.

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After placing a few things that need to be put in place, i sat chris elise and dan in the living room and allow them to pick what to watch and even play games, but dan was consistent on getting in the kitchen to stare up at me and ask questions every 5 minutes like a toddler. I give up and sigh "look dan if your going to ask so many questions then you might as well put on that apron and help" it was silent, but seconds later dan has a stepping stool pulled up next to me and is wearing a frilly pink apron, i giggled at how willing he is to help me all of a sudden, hes been quieter ever since hes first saw me, almost like hes thinking constantly but about what, its not like hes not enjoying my company, i show him what to cut and how to cut it and he listens, him helping is making the process quicker. We both go to grab the last tomato and our hands touch, his on top of mine, even though i did jump a little he didn't move away at first, as if he liked the contact, when he did pull his hand away he was furrowing his brows and blushing "I-I FORGOT I HAVE TO GO FEED MR MUMBLES" and ran through the door and im assuming to his apartment. 'hm....whats all this about now' I shrug it off and scramble to finish the pasta i was making and go to sit with chris and elise with our plates "hey wheres dan" i shrugged my shoulders and sat his food in front of him and elise and sit with my own "something about feeding mr mumbles, i suppose its a cat or dog but ill head over and give him his food later im hungry right now" and with that we all ate, and after we ate we talked and even played games, and when it was time for them to leave it was late, i walked them to their car and hugged them both "thank you guys for all the help, i couldnt have asked for a better first experience and i hope we can become good friends" i say and smile "well with that meal you just cooked us consider us buddies!!!" Chris said out of his window "yea well be sure to keep in touch and maybe we can help you seek out stuff for your apartment too!" Elise had quipped, and after all of our goodbyes they drove off. After i watch them drive off i make my way up stairs and back to my apartment, as im passing each window i stopped by dans because i heard what sounded like ranting but it wasnt like earlier, where he was angry and sporadic but more low and gentle, sounded like he was kinda disappointed or sad. An idea pops into my head, maybe hes just alone and doesnt like when he feels left out, so i headed to my apartment and got two slices of cake and his dinner and went to dans, i will share this cake with him and hopefully become best neighbors and even friends, maybe then he wont be so awkward, i knocked on his door and smiled for hospitality, but for some reason it took a short while for dan to answer. i go to knock again when the door is swung open and dan is standing there looking a little down, not sad but not too enthused either "hey dan....i noticed you missed dinner so....i thought id bring it over for you, also i was hoping we could share dessert and you know...talk, get to know each other?" For a split second fear was shown on his face and while his eyes darted around his apartment he wasn't looking too sure"i-i would be honored to enjoy dessert with you, its just- my apartment is a mess" and he held his door wide open in shame. i peer in with no visible reaction but holy hell was it cluttered, usually people with depression or deteriorating mental state cant clean or notice when its too dirty, they just dont process it the same. I frown dont at dan with sympathy "dan im not one to judge but have you ever consider asking for help, i mean im sure no one wants to see you like this" his eyebrows furrow and he clenches his fist "NO BECAUSE IM NOT WEAK I CAN HANDLE THINGS ON MY OWN" aah there it is "what if i offer to come over and help ill even make us lunch" i say sweetly, purposefully sounding cute, he groans and blushes, then fidgets with his hands "ok but......dont mock me or use this against me, ill ruin your life" he said the last part as a threat, i smiled

[hearvex]

Hiiii, I was bored hope you enJOY i did my best sorr y for silly mistakes :O There are slivers of light coming in from the sun that hides behind the blinds. It bothers Dream both in the way they hit right on his face, making the task of sleeping with a headache even harder and in the way the light of day keeps mocking him, every minute he stays in this bed without being able to do anything taunts his stupid luck and his weak immune system with ease. He would stand up and fully close the blinds if his bones didn’t feel brittle and if every fiber of his muscles wasn’t burning. It hurts to breathe. 

He almost misses the soft vibration his phone produces hidden somewhere beneath the blankets. Ignoring it is easy at first, but the idea that George could be on the other side waiting for a reply gives him enough energy to make an attempt. His vision is a little blurry, but he manages to read: Imagine drinking from my water bottle and missing this. What an L, and a video attachment. He taps it, and his phone fails to recognize his face, perhaps failing to see past the semi-permanent grimace he’s had since he woke up two days ago with a sore throat and the repeated thoughts of fuck, not again. 

After a minute of racking his lightheaded mind to remember the password, though, he’s finally met with a video of George’s face, his eyes close to the camera, big and brown and shiny along the sunlight that settles on his face. If Dream had any power to focus, he’d look for his freckles, and connect them like constellations in his mind. But then the camera flips, and everyone else is there, walking nearby and chatting and laughing and having fun on the streets of a city he’s hoped to visit ever since he learned George’s name. His heart feels heavier, with sickness and helplessness. 

He snaps a quick picture of his face, half covered with his blanket, his eyes downturned and impossibly tired. I'm SICK, dont tslk tome lke that :(, he sends, before promptly giving into the exhaustion and falling asleep. 

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A soft touch welcomes him back to consciousness. In place of an angry ray of sunshine attacking his face, a darker room receives him with more kindness than he has felt in hours. George’s hand is on his forehead, cool and calming. His headache persists, but he’s known worse and so he’s able to work past it and blink wearily, his hand finding its home on top of George’s thigh. 

“Thanks for closing the blinds,” is the first thing he tells him. 

“How are you feeling?” George asks instead, his voice light and whispery. His hand travels up to his hair, his fingers immediately tangling themselves with his unruly curls. He twists his lips before adding, “not good, I suppose.”

“You’re a genius,” Dream mutters, a rasp accompanying his sarcasm. He closes his eyes, and revels in the cold touch on his scalp. The bliss of having George by his side tumbles after a few seconds, though, and then, he feels bad. Guilty. He taps a finger on George’s leg, anxious. “What are you doing back here? You were having so much fun.” 

“You send me a picture of you being pathetically sick in bed, and expect me to have fun?” George sighs. “I couldn’t  leave you alone for too long, anyway. Didn’t want to.”

“Pity?” Dream breathes. “Or feel responsible for getting me sick?” 

“The only person I feel pity for is whoever’s going to have to clean up these sweaty, disgusting bed sheets,”  George deadpans, and laughs a little extra hard when Dream dramatically rolls his eyes and tries to lift his hand to cover himself completely under the blanket. “No! I’m kidding, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—fine, sorry. I admit, I shouldn’t have kissed you while I was sick.” 

“I actually do not like that last sentence.” He finds George’s hand without really looking, wondering  if there’s some sort of magical medicinal effect to the way their fingers interlock. His life with George flashes through his mind in an instant, he thinks of the words waiting and expecting and eternity. He looks up at George’s eyes. “I’m sorry I suck at not getting sick. I should’ve—” He swallows, there’s something in his throat, so surprisingly dense and full of guilt and disappointment. He’s too tired to care about keeping up a front. “We were supposed to be together during this trip. It meant a lot. To me, and to you—” 

“Dream…”

His lip quivers. “—but now you’re here stupidly worrying about me when you could be doing so many things out there, and I’m ruining everything, and I’m sure you’ve missed—”

“Dream.” George snaps, his free hand now lightly covering Dream’s mouth. “I haven’t missed anything. I’ve seen my family already, I don’t care about anything else here. Okay?” he whispers the last word, and continues, “It’s gonna be okay. The only thing that matters to me right now is that I get to be back here, with you. I can call this place home and feel like it’s right because you’re here. I really wish you weren’t sick, but this”—he lifts their hands—“is enough for me. I have you with me. That is more than enough.” He exhales quickly, maybe exasperated, like he’s been meaning to tell him this. “It’s more than what we were able to have for so long, you know?” he adds then, voice small. 

“It is,” Dream agrees after the silence settles for a second and he’s able to process the words. “Thank you.” He lets himself hold his breath, and although it hurts just a little, he can feel his heart beating, everywhere, slowly and strongly, in every inch of his blood vessels reaching his hand, right at where it’s locked in contact with George’s, and he feels, feels, and feels. And he’s right, it’s more than enough. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” George pushes his hair back, and he comes down to kiss his forehead. Dream can feel his mouth move against his skin when he whispers, “love you too.” 

anon come back here i want to kiss you

EVERYONE READ THIS NOW IT'S A HURT/COMFORT DNF SICK IN LONDON FIC

[princehisoka]

his darling

You are 17

hisoka is 22 in this short story

you are in highschool and hisoka is a super rich ceo

your hair coler is black and eye coler is blue

If you want another character x reader then say in the comments tell me the name of the character and ill do it

mom is driving me to the first day of school when we arrive 

''y/n try not to cause trouble on your first day like you always do''  ''yea yea whatever'' i say ''y/n i mean it '' mom says i sigh ''ok i wont love you''

''i love you to honey have a nice day'' mom says ''you too'' I walk up to the school and holy smokes its packed I feel a hard shoulder knock me down ''hey watch where your going''I say

a girl who was about my age answers brat: ''shut up you cant talk like that to sakero oppa'' boy: ''bebe its fine'' brat'': no its not shes trying to suduce you shes a slut'' SLUT SLUT HOW DARE SHE i push her down to the ground ''shut up barbie the only slut here is you'' the brat attacks me and we start fighting

'' STOP FIGHTING'' I turn around to see the owner of the voice and it was the principal I stay quiet and stop fighting

 '' y/n how many time have I told you to stop causing trouble '' he said thru gritted teeth ''sorry sir but she...'' he did not let me finish my sentence and says '' I don't want to hear it you are expelled'' my heart stops what will mom say about this '' no no please sir....'' once again he interrupted me '' call your mom to come get you I have had enough'' i dial my moms number and tell her what happened ''y/n i see why your mad but i told you not to cause trouble'' i apologize to my mom and she takes me home and says she will find another school

          a few hours later she calls me down for lunch

''y/n i found a school its owned by the morrow family''

''oh the family whos son owns that big company''

''yes but they only accept you if you do a test but its a really good school''

'' are we going to do it tommorow ''

'' i dont know it says here that they will call you about it ''

''me''

''yes''

''okay''

after we finished lunch i get a call

''that must be them answer it''

''hello'' i say

''hello'' says a very soothing voice

''why do you want to go to my school and what happend to your school''

i laugh nervously

''umm i got expelled''

''hm'' says the soothing voice telling me he wants  the reason i got expelled

''well you see i had a fight with some brat because she called me a slut''

''ahh i see why you would want to fight now tell me why my school''

''well it seems like a good school''

''hm so when do you want to take the test ''

''as soon as possable''

'' how about you come to the address i send you for dinner so we meet and then take the test after''

i look at mom she nods

''ok''

''perfect ill send a driver to get you at 6''

''ok''

''goodbye''

''bye''

i shut the phone and tell my mom everything

She nods

‘’At 6’’

The driver comes and picks me up

When we get there i see a palace 

I get welcomed by a butler and asks me to wait in the gust room

‘’Hello’’ says the guy with the soothing voice’’

‘’Hi’’ i say

A beautiful red headed man with a wine glass filled with white wine sits on the sofa he is wearing a black suit 

‘’Soo’’ the man says ‘’my name is hisoka’’

‘’My name is y/n ‘’ i say blushing 

‘’Soo are you good in school’’

‘’ yea i have all As’’

‘’Thats good the you shall have no problem passing the test’’

‘’I hope so’’ i murmur

He takes sips of his wine and soon after if was dinner time

I ate with the morrows they where all lovely

Then i take the test and wait for the results

Hisoka comes back with a smile

‘’Perfect score’’ he says ‘’your in’’

‘’Omg realy’’

‘’I'm glad you passed’’ he says

‘’Thanks’’

The driver drives me home 

And i tell mom the news

‘’Omg i'm so proud of you’’ 

I go to school the next day 

And go in i'm about to go to ge my time table when i see everyone bowing so i do too

‘’Oh y/n you dont need to do that’’

It was hisoka

‘’Oh hey mr morrow’’ i say

‘’You can call me hisoka were friends aren't we’’

friends?

‘’I guess’’

‘’Now i came to give you your time table that test determines what classes your in’’

‘’Oh okay’’

He gives me my time table

‘’Anyways i gotta go darling see ya’’

I blush 

Hisoka smirks

‘’b-b-bye ‘’

I finished school it was really boring

I go home and do my homework

After i scroll thru tik tok

I hear a buzzing In my phone i look at the caller id and it was hisoka

‘’Hello darling~’’said hisoka

My face turned beat red

‘’H-hi’’ i stutter 

‘’I was wondering if you wanted to hang at my place and have some fun~’’

a/n( i know your thinking about dirty things just get that thought out of your head cuz he did not mean that kind of fun(-_-)

‘’Um.. Sure what time’’

‘’Anytime you want darling’’

I blush

‘’Sir please stop calling me that ‘’

‘’Okay my love ill stop’’

There is no point in telling him to stop its not like he will listin

‘’Okay ill come’’

‘’Ill send a driver and he will take you when you tell him’’

‘’Okay’’

I get ready to go to his house 

I wear a black turtleneck and a black  blazer around my waist and some black jeans

The driver takes me and i get greeted by hisokas mother 

‘’Hello y/n i will take you to hisokas room’’

I get  to his room then his bathroom door opens and reveals soaking wet naked hisoka in a towel

My face turns beat red and i cover my face

‘’Hello my love why so red~’’ he said with a smirk

I turn even redder 

‘’ have you never seen a man in a towel before~’’ he said still smirking

I keep my gaze on my legs

‘’Have you ever played black jack~’’

‘’I love that game ‘’ i say

We play a few rounds 

‘’If you lose again you have to let me kiss you ~’’

My face turns redder than ever before

‘’N-no’’

‘’Yes’’

‘’F-fine’’

I try my hardest to win but still lost 

Hisoka smirked and leans so close to my face and says 

‘’I won you know what that means~~’’

With that he locks lips with me 

It was only for a second an he pulled away

He licks his lips and says

‘’Oh darling that was delicious~’’

[berryunho]

Question unrelated to fics/ateez but since you’re in Korea I was wondering if you speak Korean? I’d love to visit in the future but honestly only have a very basic understanding of Korean and that makes me nervous to travel there so if you have any tips on like communicating I would love to hear them! (I hope this makes sense and isn’t weird to ask)

hi hi hi !! not a weird question at all lol !! sorry this got long af so im putting it under a cut LKJSFL;KSDJF

OKAY NOT TO SCARE YOU OBVIOUSLY BUT i would say that im like ... B1 level w korean hehe this is embarrassing af but i definitely thought that i was better than i am JLKFJSDLFKD getting here HUMBLED ME so fast ... like i normally watch kdramas w just korean subtitles and comprehend it well enough as long as the vocab isn't too obscure or specific and i can read ... alright ... like probably not a newspaper but the average like. fancafe announcement or whatever i can read ... BUT THE ISSUE COMES W LISTENING AND SPEAKING . without subtitles ... my ass is lost. like i feel like im only getting the gist of whats being said to me and not what's actually being said like . 75% of the time (and a lot of the time i have straight up no idea) . and when i DO fully understand what's being said it takes me a few seconds to process and by then the person talking assumes idk what's going on LJKSKDLF and i can speak ... pretty okay i think it just takes me a few seconds to put sentences together which obviously isnt natural speech at all and it makes having a convo pretty awkward/hard ... BUT LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN . this really only goes for like ... school related conversations ive had . basic interactions are SO easy tbh

SO LIKE THAT ALL BEING SAID . you really dont have to interact w korean people all that much if you're just traveling/visiting . like ... only when you're at a store or restaurant are you really speaking/listening and from what i've encountered in seoul most places/people are really nice and/or accommodating to foreigners !! like they'll be patient w you and try their best to explain something if you're not understanding (side note. i am NOT a partier [imagine that] so idk anything about clubs/bars lol but id assume its the same tbh) !! i was super super nervous about this at first bc like . obviously you dont want to look dumb . but ive encountered literally 0 rude people and its really not all that hard to communicate even if your korean isnt super amazing hehe hand gestures go a long way fr ! and if you can speak just a little bit it definitely goes a long way hehe

tips from someone thats lived here for 6 days:

1. at least know how to read hangul or you're really gonna be lost

2. at a store the cashier is gonna say like 5 or 6 things MAX to you in this exact order (1) hello [안녀하세요] (2) do you need a bag [��장이 필요하세요?] (3) how are you paying (and they wont ask if you have your card in your hand) [계산은 어떻게 하시겠습니다?] (4) do you have a membership (only at like big chains lol and half the time they dont ask if you're outwardly foreign) [멤버십은 있으세요? or like 포인트를 적립하세요?] (5) do you want a receipt [영수증이 필요하세요?] (6) thank you and goodbye [감사합니다 안녕히가세요] and like . 2/3rds of the time theyll just ask you in english if you want a bag or receipt . and if you have no clue what they're saying you can just say 아니요 to every question and it'll probably be fine JSKFJSLDFK

3. in a restaurant when the 이모님 looks expectantly at you hold up however many people are with you on your fingers and she'll hook you up and then feel free to just point at the menu to order or spice it up w the "[blank] [number of servings you want]개 주세요" and then they'll probably ask if you want a drink or tell you if the water & side dishes are self serve [반찬이고 물은 셀프입니다] ! if you have any dietary restrictions make sure you know how to ask if there's anything in the food lol like i dont eat pork so ill ask like [혹시 이갓에 돼지고기 들어가 있어요?] if im sus but most of the time itll say what meat you're getting when you order food lol but you can also say like [혹시 이것에 돼지고기 빼 줄 수 있을까요?] to ask them to take something out (LAKJSDFDLKSJ SORRY IDK HOW GOOD YOUR KOREAN IS SO JUST TO BREAK THAT DOWN YOU SAY LIKE "혹시 [food you're ordering]에 [thing you dont eat] 들어가 있어요?" if that makes sense KLAJLSDKFJF)

4. at a cafe or like fastfood restaurant the menu will typically be numbered and again you can just ask for the number ... and like one of my roommates is lactose intolerant so she asks if they have other milks sometimes just by going 무슨 우유가 있어요? and we dont know if thats the right way to ask but they know what we're trying to ask KJSFLKDJF

5. overall tip is to just ... not be nervous lol like yes i still vibrate when im interacting w someone in any context bc im so nervous theyll say something idk but ... its really not the end of the world if you dont get 100% of whats happening ! and like the milk thing like ... theyll get what you're trying to say most of the time ! and people are very nice ! and in seoul a lot of workers honestly speak basic english and/or will try their best to help you regardless of the language barrier

6. also the subway and buses all make announcements in korean and then in english so dw about that (also the kiosks where you can buy tmoney cards have an english option) (as do most kiosks here lol)

7. papago translator is a godsend

SO YEAH SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG WINDED IDK ALKSDJFKASDJFKL feel free to ask anything else lol i hope this was helpful and overall i highly recommend coming and i think you would definitely be fine even if you didnt speak any korean at all tbh :]

and also one more side note I am white which clearly impacts how people treat me here and I'm sure other foreigners might have different experiences but this has been mine !!

[revasserium]

i love your replies to the writer’s ask! about the compliment you gave yourself, yes. i do agree. i’m trying to recall which HQ fanfic of yours i first read. i’ve read so many of your works from that era. as i’m sieving through my memories, a few works of yours pop up like kageyama & the world responding?? daichi’s story with the prompt on goodbyes? adore the way you hook and drag. without looking at your masterlist, which story immediately comes to mind when you think of “time”?

about driving, since i’m still new i haven’t driven much. i’m very excited to cruise on the roads, but i’m also really bad at overtaking (i.e. i can overtake—or else how would i have passed my driving test—but i haven’t done it when cars are going fast & when it’s crowded… road conditions for my test were milder). it’s scary… SJDJSJDJSJ. i’ll hopefully be driving soon with my parent who can instruct me. i think for the time being, as i get used to the car, i have to focus, but i look forward to blasting music while driving 👍 — @anonymilk

also the poem you gave me was so great 🥹 thank you!! are there any poems from that author you like as well?? why do you like them specifically?? — @anonymilk also what happened the past 2 weeks r u alright :( — @anonymilk

combining ur asks! <3 hope u dont mind and sorry i take so long lol but answers in the cut!

uGH that reaper!kageyama x angel!reader fic is still one of my all time favs u__u im so happy you remember that one. sldkfjasd and the daichi story T^T -- i realized that pre-hiatus i was so so so kagehina biased with a hard sprinkling of suga but then post-hiatus i came back and suddenly i'm a daichi stan like is this..... IRL character dev bro. am i just into the Greenest of Green Flags now. not that i dont still adore kagehina bc i do. u__u they are my babies.

in terms of "time" -- i think the one that comes to mind most immediately is the hinata "length of daylight" fic i wrote! it remains one of my fav hinata fics i've written to date :D

for driving -- it def is something that needs lots of practice! but you'll get there!!! i'm excited for you!!!! and yeah to this day, i hate overtaking ppl but it's a necessary evil LOL

re: agha shahid ali YES oh my god okay. i love his stuff. i actually found him when i saw a poem of his on the new york subway lol im not even kidding. and it still remains one of my favorite poems of his to this day -- it's called Stationary, and it goes like this:

The moon did not become the sun. It just fell on the desert in great sheets, reams of silver handmade by you. The night is your cottage industry now, the day is your brisk emporium. The world is full of paper. Write to me.

i think the reason i fell so in love with it is because every single line is so vivid. not to say that most of his other poems aren't like this as well but like. idk something about this just spoke to me so much? i love love love metaphors about like irl things turning /into/ paper or ink or like... writing-related stuff. it's just such a beautiful image to me. also like there's a phrase in every line that strikes me "reams of silver", "brisk emporium" -- and something about the sentence "the world is full of paper" makes me like want to yell bc it's so??? GOOD??? bc yes!!! the world is full of paper!!!!!

and obviously, the ending just SMACKS you doesn't it? write to me. ugh. UGH. ugh its so good.

sometimes this poem still comes back to me in random moments and it makes me happy.

and now for some not so fun stuff. tw for like... ilness and death but yeah uh.

this entire summer has just been kind of ass tbh??? like. during the single month of july, we had 4 people in my family/friend circle pass away -- 2 grandparents, 1 uncle, 1 friend of a friend (who was literally only 24yrs old!!! bruh!!!! WTF!!!). we thought August was going to be chiller, but nope. last day of Aug, last thursday, my boss's wife passed away after battling with cancer for 2+ years.

it hit hard for our entire team at work bc like. she was younger than my mom. and my boss is such an industry veteran, and he and his wife have been married for 17 years, they have a 13yr old son like... it just sucked all around. we all went to the funeral this past wednesday. it was a beautiful service, but obviously really freaking sad. half our entire office was there, everyone was crying. i was crying like. it was a mess.

and then right after, i think my body had had ENOUGH of this nonsense, and i got a really bad fever literally ONE HOUR after i got home from the funeral. and i've been sick since then.

it's just been... unreasonably rough... i'm really hoping that this is the last big bad thing that's gonna happen for the rest of the year. like. im so exhausted -- pls @ the universe LOL. take it easy on us okay.

so yeah. i try to keep the heavy stuff off this blog bc it's supposed to be a place where i come to be happy and write things that make me happy so i haven't talked about this much but u__u since you asked, i didn't wanna just be like "oh yeah everything is fine" when it's not LOL

i do hope that the summer is treating you better though! <3