#also like i rly should plan to be in places for extra time and not just while i’m working bc bruh yeah ofc ur overwhelmed already

[getoutofmytardis]

uhhh

[gayteez-wtr]

Focus

group: boynextdoor

genre: smut (strangers to lovers) one shot(??)student au, non idol au.

pairing: Sungho x Leehan

side characters: Taesan, Riwoo, Jaehyun, Zico (cameo). NO WOONHAK

word count: 7.2k

summary: In which Sungho meets a gorgeous freshman the first day of his second year of uni after working a little too hard. He just cant fight the temptation of filling the pretty boy up and concentrate on his work like he used to.

note: I absolutely could continue this as I have so many ideas but since its my first works here I have no idea how well it'll be received. I'm so nervous honestly abt posting, please feel free to send feedback through my anon or inbox I'd rly appreciate it. Also pretty sure I've covered all warnings (please lmk if I missed anything). I hope this reads well! My requests are open <3

WARNINGS: Dom Sungho, sub Leehan, perverted thoughts, cum, pet names, rough sex, unprotected sex (don't try this at home!), swearing, vibes, hot ass sex.

This wasn't Sunghos first day of Uni. It was the first day of his second year, he should be okay now, right? 

The truth is that Sungho has very much kept to himself all of his first year. He was terrified of this place, the constant feeling of imposter syndrome plagued him, his brain telling him he didn’t belong here.

High school itself was easy, he skated by academically using minimum brain power, he had a healthy social life and even dated, he was even able to play volleyball, and well at that, He was the best setter his high school had seen in years, he thought about trying out for the team at uni but there were much taller players here, they wouldn’t look at him twice. Plus he didn’t have time, when Sungho had started here he soon realised that this wasn't meant to be fun, he didn’t understand how people managed to party their way through Uni, there's got to be a secret or a trick to it, right? Not to mention he also had a part-time barista job now to help him pay his share of the rent. He needed to succeed, his life almost depended on it. 

When he snapped out of his thoughts he was still sitting on the edge of his mattress in his boxer shorts staring blankly at the floor with a sock in hand, sun shining through the window parallel to his bed onto his wide back, his broad shoulders blocking it and casting a dark shadow over his floor, ‘right, i need to hurry’ he thought to himself. 

It was true that perhaps Sungho had focused a little too hard last year, but it had definitely paid off. Now, going into his second year, he had applied and been assigned student TA for the first years’ class which would be affording him extra credit. Of course his mental still wouldn’t allow him to slow up at all, why would it? If his hard work paid off last year, imagine how much further ahead it would get him this year? 

The plan? Work just as hard and last year for school and at work and be a student TA and not run headfirst into a mental breakdown due to lack of socialisation, hobbies, enjoyment or fun. Easy! 

And with that he finally got dressed, grabbed his bag and left, slamming his dorm door obnoxiously loud behind him, his housemate shouting after him “Dude why?! It’s 8am!”

Contrary to popular belief, even if the sun makes you feel warm and cosy in the morning, rain can literally come out of nowhere. As smart as Sungho was, he hadn’t had the foresight today to bring anything more than the black t-shirt on his back to shield him from the rain. He ran from the bus stop to a nearby shelter and sat on the bench there, pulling his phone out and sending a text to his roommate.

TEXT

To: lazy ass

Are you still at the apt? Can you bring my coat and drop it off at lab 6 please? You owe me one.

And he did owe Sungho for covering his ass when he needed help with his final assignment in first year, the guy hadn’t even thought about what he could base his assignment on and Sungho essentially gave him all the thought and structure behind it while this jackass was high as a kite. Sunghos roommate was Riwoo, he was majoring in graphic design and he was incredibly talented at the actual graphic design aspect even in Sunghos opinion considering he was totally biased against the whole idea of Riwoo, but the guy had no original ideas. Riwoo spent most of his days lazing around and his nights smoking joints with his equally lazy ass mate yet lucked out with every assignment he had and was still attending this university. 

As Sungho was waiting for a reply, he thought to relax a moment, take a look around and breathe before he stepped foot in that building again and simultaneously stepped foot into his ‘work brain’, yet as he looked up his chance to breathe was taken when he saw the most gorgeous guy walking from the bus stop, dressed for the weather of course, a guy as perfect looking as that must really be perfect in every aspect. He was taller than Sungho, but athletic and toned, lean and agile, his shoulders must have only been half the width of Sunghos. He was pretty, like an angel, long brown hair, a wave to it, no, it was curly, and his face, god his face. Sungho could almost feel his pupils shift from circles to hearts, He looked like he'd walked right out of a fairytale, his face perfectly handsome, prince-like, soft yet strong features, plump shapely lips, the epitome of handsome, Sungho swore he saw a his eyes twinkle. 

The phone held loosely in his hand by this point buzzed twice in quick succession snapping Sungho from his thoughts

TEXT

From: lazy ass

Dude if i decide to come in i’ll bring it 4u chill

“Dickhead..” Sungho muttered under his breath and stood adjusting his backpack to walk in the building, if Riwoo bought it he bought it, there’s nothing he could do about it right now, it was his own stupid fault for not bringing it himself in the first place.

As he started to move he noticed Mr.Handsome was walking into the same building, shoving any ideas of anything other than his full focus on his academic responsibilities aside he continued walking to his first TA class at the lecture hall on the west wing of the universities main building, he couldn’t help but notice that his mystery crush was also heading that way and he felt a bit stalky as they neared closer and closer to the lecture hall. 

The way Sunghos stomach twisted when this guy walked right to the door he needed too and opened it was, in his opinion stupid as hell, he couldn’t believe that one, this guy was obviously also doing sports science, and two, he was even entertaining the idea of a crush. But what took the cake was that this actual god of a person then proceeded to hold the door open for him with the most charming smile he had ever seen in his life. Life moved in slow motion as Sungho took in all of his features up close, burning the image into the back of his retinas to keep forever. The small freckle under his eye, the dimple on his cheek, the way his eyes creased because of his wide and remarkable smile, the ridge of his nose. Sungho wanted to remember this, no, he needed to. 

Before he looked like an absolute freak he smiled back, thanked the beauty in front of him and took the door in his hand, walking into the room. The boy walked to a seat in an abandoned section at the back of the room, Sungho walked to the small desk off the side of the lecturers own and put his bag on the desk, rifling through it he lost himself in his thoughts again, this is gonna be a rough one…

After class had wrapped up and students started to file out of the hall Sungho sat patiently waiting for the lecturer to hand out sheets to all the students going by his desk and soon after everyone was gone his professor turned to him. 

“Sungho, you did well today! I have a list of students who’ve asked for extra tutoring, I’ve assigned most of them to tutors already but i'm short one, I hope you don't mind but i've put your name down for the last one, don’t worry, it's not for free and its 2 sessions a week”

Just as Sungho was about to protest the idea of tutoring, the pretty boy walked down the steps towards the front. He had no idea he was still here, his eyes widened a tad.

“As a matter of fact, this is him, Leehan, the very student you’ll be tutoring” His professor gestured an arm out to the brunette. 

Sungho swooned internally at the guys name, and without hesitation he spoke, “Thankyou for the opportunity Professor Zico, I’d be happy to tutor, what days is it?” 

“Tuesday and Friday after school hours of course, you can work out the details of where and when yourselves.” and with that he picked up his bag and strode towards the door leaving Leehan and Sungho alone in the huge lecture hall. 

“Leehan was it?” He acted like he didn’t hear properly. “Hi, I’m Sungho, do you have any idea where you’d like to study?” He gave a slight bow toward him and smiled a totally normal amount in his opinion. 

“H-Hyung, thankyou for accepting to tutor me” his voice was soft and shy, he bowed low in response. “I don’t know the campus very well yet but if you tell me a location i’ll make sure to be there” He looked into Sunghos eyes, waiting for instruction like it was the most important thing.

“Oh crap, yeah I forgot you just started today! Okay, i’ll book study room K6 for us, its over the east wing of the campus by the library” He smiled reassuringly, like that would help make it easier for Leehan to find, His heart pounding in his chest.

 It’d been a long time since Sungho had Spoken to any guy of interest to him, usually not allowing himself to, he didn’t dislike the idea of dating, actually it was the complete opposite, Sungho missed dating, he missed intimacy, but he knew it’d take away his focus for his studies. However, this couldn’t be helped, the universe was making him tutor Leehan, so for once he got to actually talk to a crush, which he found exhilarating. 

“Okay, sure, got it. Thankyou S-Sungho Hyung, I-” Leehan began but was interrupted when the lecture hall door swung open with a slam. 

A boy with dark tousled hair barged in, “There you are! I’ve been waiting for you dude, I’m starving, please Leehan!” He begged the taller boy pouting over exaggeratedly. 

Leehan smiled, letting out a giggle, Sungho’s insides melted.

“I’m coming, Myungjae, jeez” He said towards the expressive boy, “K6, got it, see you tomorrow Hyung.” He smiled with his eyes at Sungho and turned away towards the door with the other boy. Sungho could’ve sworn the boy named Myungjae panted like a dog when Leehan walked towards him, maybe he imagined it.

Although rarely done, lab work was one of Sunghos favourite parts of his studies, He couldn’t help but enjoy the neatness of it all, the charts, the organisation, in his mind it made it all feel simple, of course it wasn't, but it felt so. The lab was silent aside from the sound of peoples fingers tapping away at their keyboards or super quiet muffled music in others’ headphones.

As Sungho was focusing on the screen trying to take in the graph he'd made that didn’t quite look right, he saw a blonde head out the corner of his eye sneak in with a black coat screwed up in his arms. He bopped over to Sungho and dumped it on the empty chair next to him. 

“We even now, bro?” Riwoo asked, his face nonchalant. 

Sungho chuckled, “I mean I'm surprised you brought it in for me but no, not even close.”

“Whatever,” he smirked, “See you later.” He turned on his heels and snuck back out of the room. 

It didn’t make up for much but Sungho was incredibly grateful for Riwoo bringing his coat, the rain only picked up throughout the day, well, it seemed like it stopped whenever he was inside and as soon as he went out it was torrential again, as Sungho walked from the bus stop to his apartment he was pelted with fat raindrops, as waterproof as this coat was it was just a raincoat, he could feel the force of them hitting his body and eventually even wet seeping through it. He picked up the pace and ran up the steps to his building door, only breathing properly when he was inside and the door shut behind him.

As he walked into his apartment he was immediately hit by a cloud of smoke, he knew why, the reason was sitting on his sofa with his feet up on his coffee table, Han Taesan. 

“Did you let yourself in again?” He said defeatedly at Taesan. It wasn’t that Sungho disliked Taesan, he just didn’t appreciate his disregard for courtesy, everything was excused as art or vibes with him.

“Lee gave me a key, it's nice here when nobody’s around, don’t you think?” he said slowly as he breathed out a stream of thick smoke onto his joint, inspecting the way the red hot cherry blazed in reaction. 

“I wouldn’t know,” he rolled his eyes sarcastically, “either you or Riwoo are always here,” he laughed a little. If he was honest with himself, he enjoyed there always being someone around, quiet is nice but to know that someone is nearby was always a comforting feeling for Sungho.

“Whatever man, you like us really” the side of Taesans mouth stretched into a smirk. “Want some?” he reached his arm over the back of the couch to where Sungho was standing and held his splif up to him. 

Sungho gave the same answer he always did: “You know what, I’ll have to pass today, maybe next time.”

“Lame, you should experience true feelings sometime man!” He shouted out to Sungho as he was walking out the room to his own bedroom while twisting his body and stretching his whole length back, lying down along the sofa, he closed his eyes and continued to smoke. His nirvana shirt clad chest rose high and held a second before he let the breath out again. 

Taesan was an emotional guy, Sungho had seen this a lot over the last year, he seemed sensitive, not in a bad way, he was soft, trusting, and many times he’d sat on that exact sofa crying to Riwoo about a guy leading him on and then finally showing his true colours. On the flip of that, he was extremely bubbly and happy and a real mood maker for Riwoo. Sungho could see at least that.

Once in his room Sungho shuffled his feet to his desk and sat with a notebook and some worksheets he’d picked up earlier to somewhat prepare for Leehans tutoring session tomorrow. Having never tutored before he was scared in case he made a fool of himself, especially in front of Leehan, because let's face it, he wanted Leehan to like him too even if he wasn't supposed to be entertaining the idea of relationships. 

As hard as he tried to make a plan all he could seem to think of was Leehan, more specifically his lips, he wanted so badly to even just swipe a finger across them, feel the plumpness of them, he imagined how warm they’d be against his own, they probably taste sweet, he thought about how well their lips would slot together, slick and needing, how if Leehans mouth would open slightly and he would take his swollen bottom lip between his teeth and toy with it just to make him open wider so he could slip his tongue in and massage it against the pretty boys own, sliding around his mouth, learning what more he could do to elicit small moans and whimpers from him.

As Leehan arrived home he was greeted with an empty apartment, Jaehyun was probably out goofing around with his other friends, he hadn’t seen him since lunch today, Jaehyun was super extroverted, a people person and it seemed like the more he was around people the more his energy grew, which was the exact opposite case for Leehan, he wasn’t necessarily an introvert but there was a limit to his social battery and with today being his first day of Uni he had definitely reached it. 

Now he just wanted to make some food and chill in front of his fish tank with his music playing.He kicked off his shoes and hung his coat up thinking about how lucky it was that he remembered it today, usually Leehan wouldn’t have taken his coat but something in him made him, even with no indication of rain as he was leaving this morning, usually he ended up out in a t-shirt getting soaked, like that hot guy, Sungho, He remembered seeing him this morning on the way in wondering about how he’d have looked had that been a soaked white t-shirt over his giant shoulders rather than black, then later finding out this guy was supposed to be his tutor, what kind of sick joke was that? He found this incredibly sexy guy, on campus, in his class, he had a shot, maybe? But for him to be his tutor, he had no chance, no way in hell, right? 

He reheated some food his mother had sent over and took a seat on the sofa facing the backrest so he could watch his fish, some soft music playing in the background. This was Leehans happy place, the perfect, uninterrupted, calmness. His fish swimming without a care, his balloon molly, affectionately nicknamed Myungie after Jaehyun because it swims just like a dog wagging its tail, swam away excitedly to the blue tang as he sat and his new zebrafish came closer to the glass, somehow curiously. He couldn’t help but think of Sungho for some reason, maybe because they're such resilient and sturdy fish and Leehan couldn’t avoid the fact that Sungho looked incredibly sturdy, his shoulders so solid and wide. He stopped paying attention to his food, the fish and the music as his mind started wandering, imagining how it must feel to be surrounded by those broad shoulders, trapped between Sunghos chest and a bed, the shadow that might be cast over his small frame to have such a man above him, incredible, he concluded. He wasn’t sure what he was doing daydreaming about his student TA tutor, over him, looking down at him, placing his finger under his chin and tilting it up so Leehan was looking up into his eyes, submitting to his touch as Sunghos thigh took place against his clothed crotch, the friction between them simultaneously not enough and too much for him to bear.  

Staring blankly through his fish tank, lost in thought about Sunghos strong figure taking what he wanted from him, he didn’t even notice Jaehyun walk in, say his same repeatedly and walk over until his big eyes were staring back at him through the fish tank. 

“YAH! Announce yourself man!” He jumped out of his skin. 

Jaehyun laughed like a kid, “I did! It’s not my fault you were on another planet, I said your name like 10 times.” 

Leehan looked puzzled, he didn’t hear him at all, he needed to get his mind out of the gutter, he looked around him and noticed his bowl of food had just been left alone completely after he had a couple forkfuls, his stomach rumbled an angry reminder at him.

“You didn’t eat? Again?” Jaehyun asked worriedly, “You said you were gonna take better care of yourself now that we’re out of high school and moved away from them.” 

Leehan looked guilty, “No, I swear I am, Myungjae, I am, I just got lost in thought and forgot about my food, I promise, look I’ll reheat it now,” he moved to get up and his hardened cock changed his mind, “well in a second.” He added, realising the rest of his body still hadn’t recovered from his daydreaming, his eyes moved around the room until they looked at the floor, blush rising up his cheeks.

“Oh my god, who?” Jaehyun's face lit up, “pleasepleasepleaseplease tell me?” he begged.

“I don't know what you're on about to be honest” Leehan laughed dismissively, finally able to get up and re-reheat his food, he walked towards the microwave, Jaehyun following him keenly. 

“Is it someone I know, was I with you when you saw him? Is it a professor? Oh my God, is it that guy from earlier?!”

“Again, I don’t know what you're on about, what guy?” He lied, he knew very well that Jaehyun was referring to Sungho. 

“That guy with the massive shoulders you were talking to in the lecture hall! There’s no way it's not him, he’s completely your type, you love men that look climbable!” he snorted, laughing. 

“He’s the student TA, and, from tomorrow, my tutor, so whether you're onto something or not,” he glared, “he’s a no go.” The microwave dinged and he reached in with a tea towel in his hands to save his fingerprints from being seared off.

Jaehyun gave an accomplished but sad smile, “you’re just making excuses, I’m sure he’s not really, there’s no rules about it..” 

“Even if there isn’t, who's to say he’d be interested anyway?” Leehan raised his eyebrows at Jaehyun as he sat at the couch, the right way this time, grabbed the games console controller and passed it to Jaehyun, “set that up, we need that rematch still.”

“You make too many excuses,” Jaehyun rolled his eyes and grabbed the controller, setting up the game eagerly. 

Sungho was snapped out of his terribly explicit thoughts by the smell of pizza wafting through the crack in his door. Interested, he sorted himself out and ventured out into the livingroom to find Riwoo and Taesan stuffing their faces. 

“Hey big guy!” Riwoo said way too excitedly, “you want some? We ordered too much ‘cause this doofus can’t use his phone properly when he’s stoned.” He pointed at Taesan and laughed. 

Taesan’s camera suddenly flashed a massive flash of light in the dim living room, effectively blinding the two boys victim to the photo. “Niiiice, “ he whispered under his breath, he hadn’t been listening at all, just observing through his lens. 

“Yah! That’s like the tenth time tonight!” Riwoo rubbed his eyes frantically trying to rid himself of the white splodges in his vision. 

“Yeah but look.” Taesan turned the camera around and showed both boys a very aesthetic photo, somehow looked like it was well planned, staged and made for purpose, it was no wonder really that Taesan was already becoming known in the photography industry, most people would have said majoring in photography was a waste, but for a young prodigy like Taesan, it was warranted. 

“Woah, that's pretty cool, you should major in photography.” Sungho said sarcastically, grabbing a slice of pizza. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever, dude,” Taesan smiled, flicking through settings on his camera. 

To say the day had gone smoothly would be an understatement, Sungho hadn’t had a day go this well in a long time, he felt uneasy, he worried this just meant the rest of the day would be horrible. He finished up at his physical therapy lecture, readying to go to the study room and headed into the hallway, he spotted Leehan coming out of the next lecture hall and had a brainwave to show him the way.

Leehan spotted Sungho through the sea of people and soon noticed his gesture to him to follow. His stomach twisted a little, he thought he’d have a couple minutes to compose himself before seeing Sungho for his tutor session. The thought of being alone around this guy made him nervous as all hell. 

“Hey! I thought since we’re both going to K6 anyway I can show you there myself to save you the stress of finding it.” Sungho beamed.

“Good idea, my sense of direction isn't the best actually, you might’ve been waiting a while.” he grinned like an idiot, realised, and immediately stopped himself, trying to create the illusion that he wasn't completely into his tutor. 

Sungho nearly imploded when he saw Leehans giant smile, but didn’t miss how quickly it disappeared. He wondered if there could be something upsetting him, was he dealing well enough with starting uni, was anything wrong? Regardless, it wasn’t Sunghos' place to question, the best he could do would be to make Leehan smile at every given opportunity. 

The study room was plain, an awful blue carpet tile floor and white walls scattered with leaflets, flyers and posters. There were a couple of individual desks dotted in the corners, a green couch with a few pretty cushions on it along the far wall and a bigger group of tables pushed together in the middle of the room. It had one window and despite it being very boring Leehan was actually surprised to see that there were even a few indoor plants in the room. 

Both of the boys took a seat beside each other at the big table and Sungho set his bag on the floor next to him, rifling through it to grab his notebook containing his half completed “plan”, he looked at it and stifled a smile, rolling his eyes quietly to himself. 

“Is everything okay?” Leehan looked worried at him.

He chuckled a little “Oh! Yeah don’t worry, I just haven't tutored before so I wanted to be prepared but I got kinda distracted when I was trying to plan.” He held up the book with a list that couldn’t really be described as a list, it had ‘plan’ underlined at the top and underneath was a bullet point written talk and another bullet point under it without anything following it. He smiled a little defeatedly at Leehans sweet face.

“I mean, it’s not empty, so that's a start?” He joked.

“Well yes! We have a plan then, right?” Talking was the first step either way because Sungho had no idea what Leehan would be needing help with already so early in the year. “Why did you ask for a tutor so early, anyway?”

“I didn’t.” Leehans lips pressed into a straight line.

Confusion brushed over Sunghos face, “but, Zico said you'd asked, didn’t he?”

“It’s a long story, but my parents asked the school to give me extra tutoring.” he said defeatedly, turning away slightly. 

“Ah, okay” Sungho knew not to press further when it came to other people's families, it's the last thing he’d want too, but it didn’t stop his heart aching a little as the thought of Leehan having troubles crossed his mind quickly.

He turned back towards the strong boy “Do you have any advice for a first year?” Leehans soft voice broke Sungho out of his thoughts. 

“Maybe, but I know what works for some doesn’t work for others. I made sure to stay focused, but I've also had next to no social life for a whole year so I wouldn't recommend it.” He laughed. 

“Well, I don’t actually need tutoring so we could use this time to hang out,” he paused for a second in disbelief that he even managed to suggest this, Sungho wouldn’t be bothered with him, why should he even still agree to tutoring if Leehan didn’t need it, “I-if you want to that is” he added quickly, “I know you probably have better ways to spend your time, but i promise I’m good company.” He smiled shyly. Sungho raised his eyebrows as he spoke. Leehan wanted to spend this time together with him regardless? After he’d finished talking Sungho chimed in “Well, if it turns out you aren’t good company, at the very least you're nice to look at.” He winked, with a small smirk on his mouth, not entirely sure where his confidence had come from. 

Leehans jaw dropped open and he froze for half a second in thought, if Sungho was joking it wasn’t a good one, “what did you say?” 

Sungho’s heart jumped a little at the question, he had a choice now, he could either play it off as a joke or he could double down on his comment. His mouth started moving before he’d even thought, “I’m sorry, did you mishear me, I mean you're incredibly pretty, I don’t think I would've been able to focus much on tutoring anyway so it’s really a good job-” He stopped when he noticed Leehans expression had turned into a somewhat uncomfortable look. “Oh my god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you un-” 

This time he was cut off by Leehan, “No,” he shook his head, “I’m not uncomfortable by what you said,” he looked down a little, “It’s just, I wouldn’t have been able to focus either if i had to look at you.”

“Oh?” Sungho’s eyes widened and he brought his hand up, tucked his finger under leehans chin and tilted his head up, “look at me” he said quietly.

Leehans heart started thumping in his chest, he lifted his gaze up led by Sunghos touch until their eyes met. 

Sungho explored his face, it was rushed, he would’ve loved to take in every square centimetre of it, count his freckles but he’d look a bit weird if he didn’t do something right now. He leaned in slightly, eyes on his lips, but looked back at Leehans eyes for consent.

Leehan wanted this, this could be a horrible idea but he gave a small and quick nod in return and the finger held under his chin brought him closer as Sungho leaned in further and closed the gap. 

The kiss was soft at first, Sunghos palm on the side of Leehans face was so gentle, Sungho didn’t kiss how Leehan expected him to, he was softer, calmer, but it still drove him crazy. Their lips continued to slide together deliberately. 

Sungho stopped and pulled back a couple of inches, “Hm, you do taste sweet,” Leehan caught his breath for a second and unintentionally whined to the tiniest amount at the loss of Sunghos lips. At this Sungho immediately drove back in with more passion this time, Leehan moaned against his mouth and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in, Leehan letting him in deeper and using his own tongue to tell the broad man he wanted to take anything he would give him.

“please..” Leehan murmured and Sungho moved off Leehan’s plump lips and started using his mouth to plant wet, hot kisses down Leehans jawline and neck, leaving a bite and as Leehan squirmed a bit from this he threaded his long fingers through Sungho’s hair.

Sungho pulled back and made towards the door, he locked it and returned to Leehan immediately, Leehan was standing now, waiting. Sungho pulled him in by his small waist and took his soft mouth with much more fervour this time. He walked back still holding Leehan in any way he could while they stumbled clumsily to the couch, mouths still attached, tongues sliding so filthily together, saliva spilling from their fierce connection. Leehan tugged at Sungho’s jacket in a wordless plea.

“Patience prince, you’ll get what you want.” Sungho breathed down the pretty boy's neck and lowered him onto the couch. Hovering over him he leaned down close to Leehan’s face, “if you behave yourself.” and took him once again into a searing kiss, the other boy lapping at his mouth moaning. 

Leehan had had enough, he shifted enough to sit Sungho up and straddle him, clothed cocks both trapped in their jeans, the friction almost unbearable, Leehan let Sunghos tongue in again and keen forwards, rutting his hips down they groaned in unison, kissing wet and heavy. Sungho reached around Leehan, wrapped his hair around his fist and pulled down. Leehan pressed harder against his stiff cock and whined. This perfect prince-like boy was becoming a mess right before him. His neck so open with his head pulled back, Sungho took the opportunity to lick a dripping stripe up past the boy's adams apple, all the way past his chin and straight into his mouth, letting the prince's head go he made to undo his jeans, Leehan stood and removed them, Sungho stepped towards him, closing him into a wall behind him, he turned him around and pressed against him into the wall. With his face in his brown hair and lips brushing the shell of his ear he reached his hand up around to Leehans mouth. 

The younger man immediately took two of Sungho’s thick fingers into his swollen mouth, swirling his tongue around and coating them in his saliva, Sungho groaned, his cock was throbbing and leaking into his boxers, he needed to fuck this boy into next week but he wasn’t about to injure him because he couldnt be patient himself. 

He removed his fingers from Leehan’s warm mouth and toyed around his hole, giving Leehan a chance to deny him if he’d changed his mind, which of course he hadn’t. He inserted one finger, pumping slowly. Leehan swore in bliss, his voice raising the slightest bit more than was safe, at that Sungho reached his other hand up and clasped it over Leehans mouth and he continued the slow fucking actions with his finger, eventually adding another and scissoring them in his tight hole, occasionally brushing over his prostate, Leehan let out a muffled moan and huffed deeply through his nose, his hard cock leaking against the cold wall. Sungho moved his fingers in and out a few more times before he decided to add a third for good measure.

“Ah-ah, breathe pretty boy” Sungho rasped out as Leehan’s hole tightened around his fingers, he removed his hand from his mouth and Leehan took a deep breath, his hole relaxed and Sungho clapped his hand back over his face and started fucking harder and more persistently into Leehan, pressing into his soft spot over and over again. 

Leehan whined against his lover's hand, knees growing weak with pleasure, he was being thrown towards the edge and in seconds he might just blow, his hole was throbbing around Sunghos fingers until suddenly it was throbbing around nothing. 

Sungho ripped his hand from Leehans insides and fumbled with his pants button quickly, he pulled his jeans down just enough for his girthy cock to spring free, slit leaking with precum, he rubbed his hand over it with a couple of pumps, spreading the wetness over the head and lined himself up against the flushed boy’s entrance, he slowly pushed in but before he could even get past the rim Leehan had shoved himself down onto his cock bottoming out immediately, Sungho groaned and hissed through his teeth along with Leehans moaning and whimpering. 

He held Leehan by his hips, digging his fingers in and keeping him still. If he moved now he’d fill this beautiful guy up before he had the chance to watch him fall apart for him.

They both stood still for a few seconds, heavy breaths the only sound in the room, Sungho felt so good inside Leehan, he looked back at Sungho to see him studying how deep he was in side, Leehan ass cheeks flush against his abdomen, Sunghos his dick twitched and sent a pulse through Leehan causing him to whimper quietly. 

Sungho chuckled dangerously and raised his eyebrows, smirking “You ready, pretty?” 

He didn’t give Leehan a chance to answer properly. Sungho had drawn his thick cock out almost all the way and pulled him back onto it hard and fast, pinpointing his spot right away, he did it again and again. The lack of proper lubrication was apparent as he’d begun feeling sore already but not important in comparison to the sheer pleasure he was feeling as his ass was being smacked hard against the stocky man’s V-line. 

Sungho continued his assault, not caring about the volume of the noises leaving Leehans mouth, he could tell how fucked out he was already by the way he noticed his legs were already weak. He wasn’t done with him yet, Sungho reached his hands under Leehans knees and lifted him in the air, the backs of Leehans legs draped over Sungho’s strong forearms, still buried deep in his stretched hole.

He couldn’t have imagined in all of eternity that this was how good being inside Leehan felt, hot and wet, still tight but pliable enough for him to slide his long, thick cock into his abdomen, causing many curses and moans to fall from both of them. 

Leehan was taken by surprise, he knew Sungho would be strong but, god, he didn’t expect him to suspend him and fuck him like this, but then again, he wasn’t expecting him to even be fucking him full stop. He moaned and writhed against Sunghos wide chest, his head dropping back to rest on his big shoulder.

Sungho caught Leehans lips in a biting kiss, mouths clashing rapidly and repeatedly, he dragged his teeth against him plump, already raw bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he continued to fuck the tall boys limp body down onto his length. “Fuck youre so much prettier like this” he groaned into the crook of Leehans neck.

Leehan’s cock was swollen, so hard, aching for release or touch, dripping with precum, he was right on the edge “Please, ah- Sungho I’m gonna- '' He felt how Sungho’s thrusts got more erratic and out of time. 

Sungho bit into Leehans shoulder and hit into his prostate with so much purpose he could swear he’d never wanted to make someone cum this desperately in his life.

Leehan was reduced to gasps and whimpers as his vision whited out, his orgasm his him like a truck, cock bouncing from being ragged around on Sungho’s weapon, cumming hard, ropes of cum spurting everywhere, he peaked so high that he thought he might never come back to normality.

As he heard Leehans fucked out mewls he also felt his hot wet ring constrict around his dick, squeezing rythmically and deliciously around him, milking him of his own cum, the pretty boys hole was begging to be filled up with his sticky load and who was he to deny him. With a few more ambitious thrusts he was sprinting towards his own release.

The feeling of bliss became paired with overstimulation, causing Leehan to become insanely wobbly and dazed. Sunho continued his battery on his core and soon enough Leehan felt the firm cock painting his inside white with every long pulse.

Sungho growled heavily as he came, entirely sure that someone had to have heard, but this was the most intense feeling he’d felt in a long time, if ever. His body shook on his release, he couldn’t hold Leehan anymore. He wrapped one arm around Leehans waist, holding him close and supported himself against the wall with his other over his head. 

The panting that escaped both males as they adjusted to coming down, still connected, was incredibly erotic even more so considering what had just gone down between them. 

Both still one and sheened with sweat they stayed in a comfortable silence, the electricity in the room around them doing enough in the way of communication. Sungho kissed the soft skin at the back of his neck and across his shoulders, he was a little worried he’d gone too hard.

When Leehan had regained strength in his legs enough to stand without support Sungho removed the arm from his waist and stroked up and down his arms a small smile creeping onto his mouth “Are you okay for me to move?” Sungho asked gently.

“Mhm, I’m okay.” Leehans voice was soft, he was still floating a little in bliss, completely conscious, just relaxed.

Sungho slowly eased out of Leehans soaking hole “ah shit, I think we made a mess” He chuckled lightly and stepped away to his backpack quickly, bringing back a pack of wet wipes. He cleaned himself and zipped his jeans back up. He took another couple out and warmed them between his palms before he started cleaning Leehan up. He may have just fucked this boy into oblivion but it didn’t change the fact that he was enamoured by him, he didn’t want to fuck this up. He grabbed his underwear for him and handed it to Leehan and sat on the couch. 

A small smile swept over Leehans face, did Sungho actually like him like this? “Thanks..” He put them on and went to join Sungho on the couch.

Sungho held his arm out over the couch for Leehan to sit with him, he sat closely, half snuggled almost into Sunghos side. 

“That was much more intense than I intended, are you okay?” Sungho worried his bottom lip. 

Two big eyes looked up at him and creased into half moon eye smiles as Leehans face lifted, “I’m great!” He chirped beautifully.

Sungho let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding onto in relief. “Oh great, so you dont hate me for fucking you too hard!” He laughed.

Leehan chuckled “If anything I like you more for it.” he poked Sungho in the side playfully. 

“Ah! Watch it,” he jerked “Start acting up now and I might have to teach you a lesson” He looked at Leehan jokingly.

“You were supposed to be teaching me anyway, weren’t you?” Leehan looked smugly at Sungho. 

“Did you not learn anything at all during your time in this room?” he commented sarcastically laughing. “We should actually get going. I only booked the room for an hour because someone had already booked the room for the next slot.” 

Leehan looked like he saw a ghost when he realised how long they’d been in there, Jaehyun had said he’d check if he was ready to go an hour after school finished. He stood quickly and put his pants back on, trying to make himself look decent, in his panic he turned to Sungho and asked how he looked.

Sungho stood face to face with him and brushed some of Leehans now mussed up hair out of his handsome face, “you look like you just got fucked, I mean, you look adorable, but also like you just got fucked.” and pressed a kiss into his still puffy lips. 

Just then the door knocked and Leehan froze, he held a finger up to his lips, he didn’t want to hide this from Jaehyun, he just didn’t feel comfortable having to explain himself right away. The mystery person tried the door handle to find it was locked and rattled it for a second.

Sungho nodded and stayed quiet until they heard the footsteps retreat, Sungho spoke up, “I know I'm kind of going about this the wrong way round but do you wanna go and get a bite to eat?” 

Leehans heart skipped in his chest, “I’d like that, Hyung.” He smiled.

Being called Hyung by this charming boy mixed with the fact Leehan did that cute eye smile again and said yes made Sungho’s breath hitch for a second. He wasn’t gonna be able to focus this year at all was he?

[whitehartlane]

Yap master sham will entertain you: im studying english studies 75% and proto and pre history 25% (basically archeology) and i am SO thinking about moving to ethnology from archeology but i LIKE that and now i went to a little counselor and i CANT do 125% (english 75% + archeology 25% + ethnology 25%) NOR 100% but i do english 50%!!! And I'm truly in a big rush to finish this bachelor quickly because EYEEEE want to do an ausbildung or more likely want to study art part time!! (Maybe distance?) And like... THAT SUCKS! because idk if i wanna change my minor from archeology to ethnology!!! And i think i might just do two ethnology courses for extracurricular ECTs .... But like arggggh!!!!! It's still annoying because everybody tells me to enjoy uni like as in go out and meet people and have fun but I'm truly just here to learn and get a farking bachelor and idk if i should feel bad but i like... I don't see myself having that much fun here 😭 like for me that comes after when I'm done .... Like rn i can pick what i do and where ill live but i feel like im more excited for my life AFTER uni!!??

hello master sham 🫡 now as for what to study i can’t tell you that, i quite like your idea about taking two extra ethnology courses if that’s something that really interests you!! what i do want to do is tell you to do whatever feels right for you. the university experience is different for everyone and highly depends on what you study; some people like the partying and clubbing and going out aspect of it and some people are purely there to learn.

as all things in life it’s good to find a balance. i understand wanting to be done with your bachelor’s as quickly as possible especially if you’ve got plans for after and if you don’t vibe with the people there but from personal experience something that i’ve had to learn the hard way is don’t postpone your joy. some phases of life are difficult or can kind of be nail-biting to get through but it’s rly important to not fall into that trap of ‘yeah after this i’ll probably be more excited/happy’ because that ‘this’ keeps changing and suddenly you realise you’ve put your life and your joy kind of on hold. i’m not saying that that’s what happening with you at all but reading through this i was reminded of that bc i felt just like this!

i think it’s rly important that you find your joy in your day to day life more than anything and that you chase that joy. you absolutely shouldn’t feel bad about having or wanting a different uni experience than others and if your perspective on it is that you’re here to learn first and foremost then that is a perspective that should be valued just like anything else and is 100% valid!! your balance can be found in other places, like doing art or going on walks, it doesn’t necessarily have to be the german culture of parties and meeting people if that’s not what you want to do.

university is mostly also just a time of figuring yourself out on a personal level. what you’re studying, what you want to do, that’s all important—but the person you’ll grow into and become over the course of your degree. for some people that’s really major like figuring out their sexuality but for some people it’s more minor like learning how to make a grilled cheese without setting the kitchen on fire. and in the end this is another phase of your life, everything works out in the end even if it seems like you’ve got no clue what you’re doing in the moment, i promise you that! i rly believe firmly that whatever happens in life is a redirection to something else, so maybe you decide you wanna do eng 50% and archeo/ethnology 25% each and that opens up a path, or you switch to ethnology and that opens up another path, or you stick w archeology and that opens another path. in the end you’ll get where you need to go. there are only doors, no right or wrong things, and the good thing about doors is that you can always go back through them. 🤍

(also small tip from me an der stelle: if you’re stuck between two choices that you feel you want equally then take a coin and decide that one is heads and one is tails. flip it and look at the result. if the first feeling you feel when you see the result is a feeling of dread in your stomach then it’s not the thing you want right now. doesn’t always work but it helps!)

[caatws]

Honestly there's nonsensical decision making to every single part of how Gamora's role and the guardians as a group have been written when it comes to life after Infinity War. I have been a fan of the mcu gotg since 2014. It was made known back then that the characters would be teaming up with the Avengers for a Thanos focused collaboration. The fact that Gunn didn't plan in advance or make any space to follow up on the potential impact of the collaboration was objectively a poor choice on his part. He wasn't blindsided and as much as I like what he's done in the past this isn't something I'm willing to give him a free pass on. Especially because it was his decision to base the mcu guardians around an abuse narrative. Minimum he should have been prepared for Gamora and Nebula to have some emotions that needed exploring after facing their abuser. Drax too based on his own writing of Drax wanting to take on Thanos. Rocket could be his favorite all he wanted but that doesn't change he included a whole host of characters in his trilogy who are all survivors with stories that would appeal to many people. He's said he wants people to relate to this story and who these characters are. It's asinine not to think about how Gamora's story might relate to people in the audience the way he loves Rocket. Part of being a thoughtful storyteller is thinking about the message that you send with what you put out into the world.

It would take hardly any time at all to sit back and reflect on what it would say to the audience that Gamora had zero funeral, no team moments going over her loss and that most characters are acting like they barely knew what was going on after her death. He knew Yondu deserved better than that and he should have known Gamora did too. It wouldn't have been hard to realize 2014 Gamora needed real development and closer relationships with the guardians because the story of the guardians is what he chose to write.

I'm not saying James Gunn is a bad person. I'm saying he had years to know where the guardians were headed when it came to Thanos. He knew he created a backstory of traumatic experiences related to Thanos for 3 of his core characters. He put effort into giving Yondu a proper funeral and still went on to do more that demonstrated he was important. He knew about and signed off on Gamora having very little character development as a result of Endgame. He was given the opportunity to do more with the guardians when it was decided there would be a holiday special. Even with all of this in place the best he could do was what we saw for Gamora in vol 3 along with zero mention of any characters beside Peter having lasting emotional effects from Infinity War and Endgame. I'm pretty sure that if I was still in school and turned in an assignment like vol 3 under these same circumstances, I would have received a failing grade. It's also wrong to make an open ending and then go online and pretend it only has one meaning when it comes to Gamora having one real family.

yeah, i think gunn either had less control over what happened in iw/eg than he let on (but then didn't want to change his vision for the final installment of the gotg trilogy being a rocket story) or he was just a lot more unserious about this stuff than i originally thought.

i think his favoritism toward rocket and yondu (cuz bestie rooker) were still present in vol 1 and 2, but it still meshed well with the ensemble stories going on bc there wasn't rly a reason to give any of the other characters more focus or detail than rocket or yondu back then. every character was on equal footing, in a way. but come vol 3, when everyone's lives and the established "normal" from vol 1/2 have been completely upended (plus add an extra 6-10 years of offscreen stuff, give or take, depending on the character), this approach no longer works. even bestie rocket's arc still suffers the consequences of this by not rly including or even acknowledging how those 5 years without his friends and family would've affected him.

i'd long gotten used to this uneven storytelling between characters in the avengers franchise, where the ensemble films often felt like The Steve And Tony Show(TM), which was part of why i appreciated the gotg films, since it felt like they didn't fall into this weird fake ensemble category. i still think vol 3 is a solid ensemble film, but it's definitely the gotg film that most starts to veer into unbalanced territory where the avengers films reside

and i know gunn wanted to try to tell le epic self-contained story or whatever, but like, it's the 3rd film in a franchise and we last saw these characters 4 years ago with the avengers in a totally separate franchise. treating it like it exists in some vacuum that makes it friendly to viewers who've never heard of the mcu in their lives or something is honestly just gonna make it more confusing than not and perhaps even frustrating for MOST viewers

[meltwonu]

| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 |     [CHAPTER 4]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, fingering, littlest bit of dirty talk, praise!kink, soft soft soft FLUFF hours, a bit of a filler chapter before the last chapter!! 😭 I can’t believe it’s almost ‘over’... This chapter has the least amount of smut yall will ever see with fratboy!wonwoo so don’t get used to it ☠️ LMAO 🤣🤣 also... it’s been a garbage week(boring work drama) for me so I’ll answer inbox msgs and stuff on sunday, I need to get away from the internet(and people) for a day dkfjhskh 😭💕 Ya’ll thank you for so much love and support with Caffeine and Until I Met You! It means so much to me and I appreciate every like, reblog and comment I get on it 🥺💕 No I will never be ending my fratboy!wonwoo au so don’t worry about that hehe 💕 For now, enjoy this soft ch 4 and I will see yall on Sunday! I love you, have a great weekend! 💕

[mood for this chapter: more than enough - alina baraz]

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - x

“So…”

Wonwoo sighs - re-shelving another Edgar Allen Poe book. “So, what?”

Mingyu tilts his sunglasses down, eyebrows raised at the older male that continues to do his job instead of give him the time of day. “What’s going on with you, hyung? You’ve been… weird.”

“Okay, define weird.”

The younger male pouts as he takes his sunglasses off, pocketing them as he leans up against the bookshelf that Wonwoo is currently still shelving.

It only takes one utterance of your name for Wonwoo to stop in his tracks - fingertips on the spine of another book as he turns to Mingyu. “What about her? Did she say something to you?”

“No, but do you like her? I mean, ‘like’ like her.”

“Is it not… obvious? That I do? Did we not all collectively have that conversation about me giving her a set of keys to our house?”

Mingyu grimaces slightly as he mentally goes through all the times he’d even seen the two of you together and he’s only able to conjure up a few select memories - none of which were anything necessarily romantic. “Well… I wouldn’t say ‘obvious’, I guess. The two of you aren’t exactly the ‘kiss and hold hands in public’ kind of... people. More like the, ‘sneak off to fuck in a public restroom’ kind... Which, uh, isn’t really... romantic.”

This time, Wonwoo crosses his arms and leans up against the opposite bookshelf as he sighs.

It’d been a few days since he’d seen you and you’d been swamped in so much class work that you didn’t even have the time to come by the library or the frat house. And even while Wonwoo stood in between the bookshelves having a conversation with Mingyu, you were finishing an art project with Minghao that was due by the end of the day.

“I know. I told her it’d be kind of a slow crawl for me.” He plucks another book from the cart, staring at the glossy text as he simmers in his thoughts. “Mingyu, am I awkward?”

“Erm, well, I wouldn’t say that necessarily.”

Mingyu steps forward, patting Wonwoo on the shoulder as he smiles.

“You like her and you’re trying even if you’re not used to it. You gotta start somewhere, hyung. Even if you’re a fish out of water. But that’s okay, you can ask me for help if you want!”

“When are you gonna put a ring on Wonwoo-hyung?”

You snort at Minghao’s question - reaching for a clean paintbrush as he stands across from you in the large, empty studio. “First of all, can you not say it like that? I’m not gonna marry him, okay.”

The male rolls his eyes as he steps closer to you; his own hands and clothes covered in a colorful array of paints. “So you’re saying you never imagined hyung in a suit, hair slicked back and his buff arms carrying you off into your honeymoon?”

“W--wh--n--no! No, I haven’t!” You avoid his piercing stare as you focus on your end of the large canvas instead.

No, but I dreamt about it once.

“‘Hao, would you hurry! We’re supposed to be collaborating on this and it looks… like it’s 5 different art styles.”

“Don’t change the subject on me. And anyway, I like what you’re doing to hyung. Breaking him out of his shell, y’know? He’s just shy, that’s all. Needs a little work in the bold department.”

You bite down the urge to laugh because to you, Wonwoo was everything but shy when it came to the bedroom. Although, Minghao was right with everything else. “Yeah, I know. We went for breakfast together after I, um, stayed over a few nights ago and he kinda just sat there zoned out, picking at his waffles. He’s really cute when he wakes up in the morning though. Pouty and whiny.”

Grinning at Minghao, he pretends to gag in response before taking a seat next to you.

“Disgusting. Tell me more.”

Wonwoo makes an effort to check in with you throughout the day before he heads back to his room - asking you if you’d had your meals and if you’d finished your project on time.

You’d answered sporadically as you and Minghao raced to finish.

‘I’ll eat late probably… rly gotta finish or else my ass is failing lol’

‘Just don’t forget, okay? It’s not good for you to skip.’

Wonwoo lays down in his bed; yawning as he sets his phone onto the nightstand next to himself.

His eyelids feel heavy and he’s quick to give in to the tiredness that takes over him once he gets comfortable.

When Wonwoo finally decides to shift during his nap, he finds it difficult and extra warm.

“Mmh…”

His bleary eyes adjust to the, now,  slightly darkened room as he makes out your figure tucked underneath his arm. He calls your name softly - waking you up from the nap that you’d apparently joined him in.

“Mmh… Wonwoo…” You snuggle in deeper, voice still laced with sleep. “You didn’t even budge when I came in…”

He chuckles softly as he readjusts to spoon you from behind instead; his strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep your body flush against his own.

“I’m surprised you came by, sweetheart. I would’ve just stayed awake had I known you were coming over.” His voice is groggy and laced with sleep as you sigh softly in return as you blink away the sleepiness.

“How was your day at the library? Miss me yet?” Wonwoo smiles into your shoulder before he tilts his head up to kiss the shell of your ear.

“Always, sweetheart. Although, Mingyu decided to keep me busy today.”

“Oh? Anything fun?”

He plays with the hem of your shirt, “Well… Fun isn’t the word I’d use to describe what that was. Nosy was more like it.”

This time you can’t help but snort in response. “You too? I think some people were being ‘lil moles today.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it. Did you end up just coming back here with Minghao from the studio?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, to be honest but… S’been a rough day.” Placing your hand over his arm, you squeeze slightly as you pull his arm around you tighter. “Our professor came by while we were working in the studio and said our project wasn’t up to par with what Minghao and I usually submit for projects. She didn’t fail us on the spot but she said we need to redo it for less credit or take the failing grade.”

Wonwoo nuzzles your neck; peppering small kisses on your clothed shoulder. “I take it the two of you are going to redo it?”

“Mm… We spent so long coming up with a concept and now we’re both stressed about coming up with something new. I walked over here with ‘Hao and he locked himself up in his room as soon as we got here. Figured I’d come hang out with you and found you napping… With your glasses on, no less.”

The two of you share a laugh; Wonwoo’s embrace making you feel more at ease.

“Can I help you de-stress a little, sweetheart?”

You stare at the opposite wall, nodding gently as Wonwoo’s hand leaves the hem of your shirt in favour of the waistband of your shorts.

“Just want you to feel good,” he whispers. “You deserve it. You’ve been working so hard, baby.”

He teases you softly; fingertips ghosting across your skin as you shiver. “Ah, Wonwoo…”

“You worked extra hard today too, didn’t you? I’m so proud of you for what you accomplished today.”

Your body heats up at his praise and you can’t deny that his deep, soft voice sends thrums of arousal pouring over your body just as he dips his hand into your lounge shorts. He touches you over your panties - fingertips ghosting against your mound as you moan his name shakily in return.

“I know your new idea is going to be great, baby. I believe in you.”

Soft whines threaten to spill as Wonwoo strokes you over your panties - slowly working you up as you find yourself trying to grind against his hand. “Y-yeah… ‘m p-pretty sure ‘Hao’s already working on it…”

Your voice is barely above a whisper as Wonwoo continues to stroke you gently; making no efforts to rush or add pressure to his feather-light touches.

A disappointed noise falls from your lips when he starts to pull his hand out of your shorts but it quickly turns into a content sigh when he starts teasing your chest instead.

“Mm, so soft…” Muttering against your shoulder, his eyes stare off into the dark room as he massages your body. “And all mine~”

You hum in response, “We should go on a date sometime…”

“You want to? We can go this weekend. After you’ve redone some of your project. I’ll take you somewhere nice for a job well done.”

You giggle softly; images of a wedding day’s Wonwoo dancing in your mind after the conversation you’d had with Minghao earlier. “I’d like that. We should do something for the whole day.”

“Whatever you’d like, baby.”

Wonwoo’s hand flits down your body again - snaking into your shorts and, this time, into your panties as you whine. “Do you wanna cum or go back to sleep, hmm?” 

You ponder it for a second as the drowsiness equates the urge to cum on his fingers. 

“Both? I wanna cum and then sleep a little more... If that’s okay?” 

Wonwoo hums in agreement as his fingertips drag through your folds - collecting the wetness on them before he teases your soaked hole. “Only a little teasing gets you this wet, hmm? So cute.” 

“Ah, f-feels good when you go slow t-too...” 

He stores that away in his head for later; chuckling against your shoulder as he slowly starts to dip his middle finger into your cunt. 

You feel warm and content when he starts a slow pace - thumb on your clit rubbing soft, slow circles while he pumps his finger into you. 

“O-oh, Wonwoo...” 

“You’re always good for me, baby. Always such a good girl.” 

“Ah, Wonwoo...”

“You can cum whenever you want. You deserve it.” 

He adds his index finger - thrusting both fingers into you as you mewl and arch away from his warm chest. Your toes curl and your thighs clamp and trap his hand between your legs as you start to grind down onto his nimble fingers.

“...W--Wonwoo...” 

“That’s right, baby. Call my name, let me hear your pretty voice when your cumming for me.” 

You turn your head - cries muffled into his pillow because despite his slower than usual pace, you find yourself already on the brink of cumming with his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and his thumb on your clit. 

“Mmh... Ah... Feels s-so warm... and g-good...” You mutter, eyes blinking drowsily. “Gonna c-cum...” 

He doesn’t say anything in return as he focuses on you and your pleasure; fingers scissoring and curling right into your g-spot as you clamp down onto them in a vice grip. 

Wonwoo knows when you’re about to cum when he feels your hand coming down on his forearm, holding onto him for dear life when your orgasm still hits you just as hard. 

“Ngh, Wo---Wonwoo!” 

Your walls flutter around his fingers and make it harder for him to thrust them in and out with how tight you get. 

“That’s my good girl. Cum for me, baby~” 

His deep voice makes you whine - nails digging into his arm and body trembling as the pleasure steadily washes over you. 

“Ah, bet your face is so pretty right now too~” 

“Mmh, s-stop...” Your cheeks burn in slight embarrassment from his constant praise but you can’t deny the way it goes straight to your core and only prolongs your orgasm. 

“Don’t be so shy, baby. It’s only you and me here.” 

Wonwoo leans away slightly to kiss the crown of your head - still working you through your orgasm as you sigh contentedly in his arms. 

Various thoughts run through his head in the moment, but the one that sits at the forefront of his mind is definitely how to make sure he kept treating you right. 

Starting with your date that he would spend time meticulously planning.

‘Ah, I should ask Mingyu for some advice.’ 

[corpsedaydream]

not such a merry christmas

corpse husband x reader

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hi hi so it’s 4:20am lmao i’m not kidding

so i know i said i wasn’t going to be on over christmas but christmas wrapped up late for me and i wasn’t ready to sleep and i just started writing and this is what came of it. i know that christmas isn’t always exactly a happy time for everyone bc family and holidays can be complicated sometimes. so if ur struggling or experiencing anything negative or just not rly enjoying christmas. this ones for u friend and i’m sending love ur way

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You had mixed feelings about this time of year.

The holidays.

On one hand, it meant you had some free time to enjoy some quality time with your nearest and dearest. And on another hand, it meant that you would be potentially finding yourself in situations where you would be spending time with family members who you would maybe rather not spend time with.

When you were young, Christmas always felt so magical. Now you were older, Christmas felt more like an anxiety inducing chore.

You’d talked to Corpse about your family a many of times, because for the most part, you really did love your family so much. You felt lucky to have been born into the family you were - again, for the most part. There was one particular sibling who you wouldn’t include in those feelings. Unfortunately, toxic people existed and extra unfortunately, sometimes those people were related to you. After four months of being with Corpse, he thought he had come to learn all of who were apart of your family. But then you were reminiscing on a childhood memory and when sharing it with your boyfriend, he heard a name he hadn’t heard before. When he questioned you on it, he noticed the immediate change in you. The smile left your face and you went timid and very quickly, you shifted the conversation topic. You were acting in a way he had never seen you be like before, usually you were so open and talkative and here was a brother you had never mentioned and definitely didn’t want to talk about.

He didn’t push it any further that day, figuring you would tell him when you were ready. That time came in November, on the 25th.

You remembered it well, Corpse was going through his emails when he asked you, “Baby, what’s the date?”

“November twenty-fi-” You cut yourself off.

“What?”

You were silent for a moment, you didn’t realise that Christmas had snuck up this quickly. It was only a month away.

“Baby?”

“Sorry- um,” you glanced to him, giving him a meek smile before continuing,  “it’s November 25th.”

He noticed that shift in you again. “Are you okay?”

And on that day, you opened up to him. Told him about the terrible memories that haunted days that should have and could have been really happy days had it not been for a bullying, negative family member. How now, you seemed to dread Christmas because of this fact.

“Why don’t you just not go?” Corpse had questioned you, he said it as if it was the most clear outcome, but it wasn’t like for you. It was so much easier for him to say that then it was for you to do.

“I couldn’t do that to the rest of my family.”

“Why? You can see them on any other day?”

“It’s Christmas, I couldn’t not go.”

“It’s just the same as any other day if you think about it.” As much as he had cared and listened to you opening up to him, it was hard for him to understand you on this. You grew up in vastly different family dynamics.

“Not to my family, it’s important.”

The two of you continued to go back and forth for a little bit before you realised the stubbornness you both shared wasn’t going to allow you to take in the other’s perspective.

In fact, the two of you didn’t speak about it again until two days before Christmas Eve. You were spending the day together because you were planning on leaving that night to stay at your parents house until boxing day. And as your leaving time was drawing closer and closer, it was visibly clear to Corpse how anxious you were feeling about it.

-

“(Y/N),” he had called for you attention and you looked to him, “I really don’t want you to go.”

A soft smile was offered to him. “I’m going.”

“But I can fucking see how this is affecting you. You’re dreading it, please don’t go.”

You sighed before answering him. “I have to go.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“Please, Corpse, I don’t want to go over this again. I’m already feeling nervous about it.”

“Then stay with me for Christmas, you won’t have to feel nervous about anything, we can just be here having our own good time.”

You knew he was just trying to be there for you, but it seemed this was not something the two of you could find a common ground on. “It’s not that simple.”

-

But if only it had been that simple. If only you had listened to Corpse. Because you wouldn’t be where you were right now. Sitting in your car with tears running down your face. It was 5:05pm in the afternoon on Christmas Day and you’d made a dash out the front door while everyone else sat down to eat dinner. You had tried your best to stay strong, to ignore your toxic brother but when someone was constantly saying and doing things to try to bring you down, you’d broken. You wished you could pull it together, so you could go back inside for the people you wanted to be with, but you truly couldn’t take it any longer. You would call and apologise to your Mother tomorrow, you felt bad for leaving her the most.

You shouldn’t have been driving in the state you were in, tears kept blurring your vision and your mind was so distracted you knew you really weren’t paying enough attention. But by some miracle, you had made it to where you wanted to be. And in one piece and it wasn’t your own place. You were parked out the front of Corpse’s place and how you just longed to be in his arms right now.

Heavy feet carried you to his front door and before you could get the chance to knock, Corpse had already swung the door open.

“Thought I saw your car pull up- oh, fuck,” His tone was happy at first, surprised with happiness that you were there until he took notice of the state you were in. Your foundation was streaked by the thick and fast tears that had fallen down your cheeks. Your mascara and eyeliner tracked black lines, too. Your nose had the makeup removed from it and it was displaying red due to the amount of times you’d rubbed at it. And oddly enough, a Santa Hat was still sitting atop your head. Corpse had never seen a more gloomy Christmas Hat appearance. “Baby, c’mere.”

He wouldn’t hesitate to stretch out his arms to pull you in close and you so gladly accepted. When you were resting against him, his arms would be holding you so tight and yours clutching at his hoodie he was wearing, he’d kick his foot out to shut the front door once the two of you were inside. Small sobs were already leaving your body, but feeling the familiar and protective grip of Corpse really just made you break more. You were safe here, you were safe with him, you could get out any emotion you needed to, and so you did.

Sobs wracked your entire frame, it was loud, vocal and physical crying. Corpse had seen you cry before, but never like this. It was hurting him to see you so hurt. He was so concerned for you, he didn’t have to ask if you were okay, your display was making it clear you weren’t. When he could start to feel your feet starting to give out and your weight became heavier against him, and he not only heard but also felt you choking on your own cries and starting to really struggle to breathe, he felt the need to do more.

Gently, he’d bring you down to the floor with him. He’d sit with his back against the wall and grab your thighs to have you sit in his lap, your legs straddling him. He would pull you in tight enough so your chest and torso was completely against his, the two of you couldn’t be brought any closer if you tried.

“I need you to try taking some deep breaths for me.” He’d tell you right in your ear, needing you to hear him over your violent cries. And so you did, but each one was uneven and would catch in your throat and make you cough.

His hand would be rubbing big, deliberate, heavy circles into your back with a force to make its presence known, a tactic he hoped would calm you. He was caught off guard to see you like this, but after opening up to him about your toxic sibling and how anxious you had been to be around him again, he wasn’t exactly shocked. He was so concerned for you but a part of him was also furious that someone had treated you in such a terrible way to put you in this state. He now wished he had worked harder in getting you to stay with him, if you were with him, you were safe, he wouldn’t let harm - especially like this - come to you.

“I’m here.” Corpse would assure you with a longing kiss to the side of your head, rocking you back and forth.

And eventually, while sitting there, being cradled in his arms, your cries would quieten, your sobs wouldn’t make you shake so violently and your breathing would return to a more regular state.

“Feel better?” He’d ask you once you reached that more stable point and you’d nod your head from its place against his neck before doing a much needed yawn. “You’re tired?”

“Exhausted.” You’d confirm.

“Should we go lay down?” He was still holding you so strongly and securely but being so gentle with how he spoke to you.

“Yeah, I want to get some painkillers first, though, my head hurts.”

“Want to take off the Santa hat?”

“No.”

“What, why?” Your answer surprised him.

“I’ve had it on all day, I’ll have really bad hat hair.” You admitted and Corpse laughed and had you been in a better mood, you would have joined in on the laughter. But it did lift your spirits to even just simply hear him laugh.

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

“It will be.”

Corpse laughed softly again and shook his head slightly and when he felt you relax against him again, he brought up his hand to quickly pull the hat from your head.

“Hey!” You lifted your head then and he was relieved to see no more build up of tears in your eyes anymore.

“You’ll feel better without it on.” He argued your protest, smiling a small smile and you couldn’t help but to mirror it, which made Corpse elated to see.

“Okay, but don’t you dare look at my hat hair.” You told him and because he knew your eyes were on his, he intentionally lifted his eyes to your hair. “Corpse!” You called his name with a laugh and he was so happy to hear you laugh instead of cry. “Stop it.” You spoke through more giggles and your hands came up to land on your head over your hair until Corpse grabbed your wrists and moved your hands out of the way. “Hey!” Squirming your arms to get your wrists out of his grasp. Once you freed them, you’d place your hands over his eyes.

“Baby, let me look at your beautiful hat hair.”

“No!” You both would laugh then and this time when your boyfriend took hold of your hands to move them off of his eyes, it would be soft and he’d lift them to bring back his vision and bring your hands down a little to place kisses into the palms on each of your hands.

“You know you don’t have to hide anything from me, right?” On the surface, it could’ve sounded like Corpse was talking about just the hat hair, but on a deeper level, he meant this so wholeheartedly, and you understood.

So you’d nod. “I know. Thank you.”

And Corpse knew that once again, when you were ready you’d tell him about what took place on that Christmas Day, but for right now, he didn’t need to know. All he needed to know is that now you were okay and you were safe and you were with him.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too.”

[diyeoracha]

fanfic recommendations

for @kittensocute bc i heard “atsukita” and “iwaoi” in reference to fanfiction and i am There

i took your “i love slow burn or slow build fics... so i like relatively shorter burn fics (20-30k). If its a 10k oneshot slow burn hELL SIGN ME UP” and absolutely ran with it.

i listed my fav iwaoi fics (17) with a longer word count (longest is 80k) that are all mostly either canon compliant or divergent with only two straight up AUs. none of them feature heavy nsfw content and most if not all are tagged as friends to lovers lmao. feel free to read the my thoughts or just go into them blind!! and they’re all in order of how much I absolutely adore them :^)

now atsukita is not a big ship *sobs* but here are some of my favorite fics (7) of them! a lot of them are shorter bc i guess that’s just. what happens when it’s a small ship LOL. 

the formatting in this is fucked if you open it from ur dash but if it’s on my actual blog it should be fine!

Iwaoi

the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle

Word count: 66k

thoughts: my absolute absolute absolute favorite iwaoi fic. the characterization, the fact that oikawa’s a bastard but because he and iwaizumi are older (late 20s i believe), it feels more realistic and sad rather than oikawa being a bitch for the sake of it. spoiler alert it’s slow burn and pining and mostly oikawa not realizing his feelings. this world building is pretty cool bc iwaizumi is the professional player while oikawa is an entomology professor! also i love non-linear narratives bc of This fic. there’s mutual pining in this fic but it’s really really really subtle to the point where you dont even know if oikawa likes iwa. this made me cry like twice.

sunset towns

Word count: 33k

Summary: In the summer of 2020, Oikawa Tooru returns home from his first successful stint as captain of Japan’s national volleyball team. In one hand, he holds the undisputed weight of an Olympic medal, and in the other, his unresolved feelings for a childhood best friend.

thoughts: the tone in this is So similar to the courtship ritual that I liken this as an alternate story even though it’s still oikawa’s pov. professional player oikawa and regular guy iwaizumi and oikawa is just. bumming around at iwaizumi’s place and naturally he messes up but things happen.

told before and told again

word count: 4k

thoughts: i looked through literally all the tags i could’ve thought of for this and nearly cried when i found it agian. outsider POV!!

In damp earth my body

Word count: 15k

Summary: Onscreen, the nation’s favorite setter has arranged himself so that he’s bowing, forehead pressed to the court, like he’s thanking everyone for their kindness thus far, like he’s asking for forgiveness. Hajime thinks: shit, it’s really happening

thoughts: oikawa retires and moves in with iwaizumi and they blur the line between roommates/best friends and being fwb. this is an iwaizumi pov and the pining is obvious on his end. as a iwa stan the tone made me feel weird bc it makes it seem like iwa cares more abt oikawa than he cares abt himself but. its a good fic

i grew up, you grew down

word count: 19k

thoughts: this is also SO funny bc basically oikawa retires and moves in with iwaizumi and becomes his stay at home wife and a bunch of shit happens like people think that oikawa is dating ushijima and oikawa basically loses it every time. here’s one of my favorite quotes:

“Oikawa also bought a new ultra-strength vacuum cleaner he’d decided to name Ushiwaka out of sheer spite, because it sucked all the air right out of the room. Iwa-chan didn’t think the joke was that funny when Tooru told him, which was frankly very hurtful and insensitive.”

Mint

Word count: 19k

thoughts: iwaizumi is moving and oikawa planned a perfect last hangout and it goes to shit featuring matsuhana. oikawa pov where he pines more than iwa which is something i can get behind!! and this was written in 2015 and iwa’s moving bc of a sports medicine program so iwaizumi stans know and love him sm ;;

Almost a Stranger

Word count: 16k

thoughts: same premise as mint LOL except they’re on a trip together and there’s more non-linear narrative!! this one is a little more mature in tone than mint i would say (funny how people just like splitting them up and throwing them in different countries huh)

with every second that you could give

Word count: 9k

Summary: The journey of Iwaizumi and Oikawa going for gold.

Quote: He knows they’re too close. Iwaizumi knows it too, and they both decided to move in together anyway.

thoughts: iwaoi roommates and they’re both obviously and really pine-y for each other and everyone sees it but them. srsly. they’re sleeping in the same bed. like my god

Lost in Translation

Word count: 9k

Summary: Because misfortune come in threes, Iwaizumi Hajime starts his Thursday having a screaming fight with Shittykawa, spends his lunch break listening to the UCI women’s volleyball team gossiping about how Ushijima Wakatoshi had gone public about his longtime love affair with Oikawa Tooru, and closes out the day by drunkenly dropping his phone into a sewer grate.

thoughts: so funny. so sososoosso genuinely funny. the tone is so snappy and iwaizumi honestly just sounds like a confused teenager (which he is in this) and it gets extra points for including a lot of american culture that a lot of the other iwaoi college au ones don’t include for like. obvious reasons lol.

Something Borrowed

Word count: 16k

Summary: In which Oikawa and Iwaizumi have always been a foregone conclusion to everyone else, but a massive, unanswered question to one another.

thoughts: iwaoi roommates thats abo but it’s like. mentioned twice. whiny and possessive oikawa makes an appearance in this but it’s done really well

things that change, things that stay the same

Word count: 8k

Summary: Oikawa realizes he’s in love with his best friend; it sucks for a while. (But only for a little while.)

thoughts: high school getting together!! my second iwaoi fic ever and this one is just. so sweet. just an unsure oikawa realizing iwaizumi might be more than someone he wants as a best friend. this fic is honestly really really lovely.

galaxies, within you

Word count: 21k

Summary: Hajime and Tooru move in together at the start of university. Too bad they’re stuck with the two gremlins that haunt their apartment.

thoughts: ok this fic was so funny. theyre uni roommates and matsuhana just come fuck shit up and they all act like idiots together even though they go to different schools. and this really throws me back to university days.

Thirty Years and Change (the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad)

Word count: 19k

thoughts: pro! oikawa and iwaizumi haven’t been close for a while until oikawa invites iwaizumi to go to the games with him. there’s a lot of frustration and pining and actually talking about feelings (aka iwaizumi losing his mind and getting advice from people like akaashi)

when it starts to rain, they go inside

Word count: 33k

Summary: “Where?” starts Iwaizumi.“ My parent’s old lakehouse, silly, didn’t you hear me the first time?” OR: Oikawa takes Iwaizumi to his lakehouse for two weeks, post-graduation.

thoughts: this was actually my first iwaoi fic which is funny bc the author doesn’t even like oikawa much and i didnt even ship anything in haikyuu before i read this fic and now im in iwaoi hell. oikawa is really frustrating in this in that it’s basically a really good character analysis on how oikawa comes off as a Mean person all the time bc he’s manipulative and there’s some explicit content

shiver

Word count: 16k

Summary: Oikawa was always the brave one. Hajime just followed two paces behind.

thoughts: iwaoi roommates with oikawa admitting his feelings first back when they were in middle school and iwaizumi putting that thought on the backburner until. obviously. things happen.

Desperado

word count: 80k

thoughts: one of my favorite aus. it’s all from kyoutani’s perspective and it’s almost so au that they’re original characters (if that makes sense). basically iwaoi matsuhana are ex-grifters except iwaoi are estranged and daishou somehow brings everyone back together. excellent world building and reading the pov from someone not involved with the iwaoi drama was refreshing

sing with me a song of conquest and fate

word count: 26k

thoughts: a mythical kings au that’s just. so pretty. iwaizumi ends up becoming oikawa’s servant for some reason and the world building is a+ because you can feel the trust and frustration from both of them build

Atsukita

dreams of me and you

word count: 10k (incomplete)

my second atsukita fic that rly sent me down atskt hell ;; what is essentially post-break up when atsumu gets signed to msby and he’s just Pining and sad for the most part. but the established relationship pre-break up was written really nicely because it just fits my hc of them just being domestic and atsumu being blatantly head over heels

take me home

word count: 4k

i read this this morning and it wrecked me. domestic relationship atsukita?? sign me up

No time like the rest of my life

word count: 19k

mythology au with kita as a regular person and rest of inarizaki as fox spirits! it’s cute and the world building is absolutely lovely but it is an au so they might seem ooc but their core character values are still there

wild blue yonder

word count: 6k

literally full of similes and metaphors and it’s more of an abstract read i guess? but it’s so beautiful and soft and this is exactly how i imagine their relationship

reap and sow

word count: 8k

atsumu confesses and kita ignores him and it’s a couple years after the fact and it’s mostly just weirdly domestic almost roommate like except for the fact that atsumu makes it clear he likes kita LOL. they’re really in character for this!

weightless souls

word count: 2k

pillow talk before atsumu’s first game! the atsumu pov and voice is amazing

if we were both alone

word count: 7k

now this was actually my first atskt fic that sent me down this rare pair hell. it’s an explicit chat fic (both tropes i usually try to avoid) but atsumu types like me (except for the nsfw parts alksfjd) so i guess i like. feel appreciation LMAO.

if you do read like any of these fics pls let me know so we can discuss

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[jangmi-latte]

Hi Chii for my request, I'd love a Trey x reader oneshot wherein it starts with mc talking to jade and trey somewhat feels jelly coz of how intimate they look(take note mc and trey are close) when they returned to the dorm they somewhat argued about it until trey suddenly confesses his feelings for her and she did the same and they start to kiss until they went to trey's bedroom and makeout(so yeah it turns out to be nsfw sorry riddle i rly love u with trey pero sakin muna sya haha) ily mamsh!

❞ 𝕿𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖎𝖓𝖌 ❝

➻ content: a jealous clover...

➻ warnings: too spicy!

➻ comments: doing this oneshot in honor of your graduation! congratulations! i'm proud of you! for sure trey would be proud of you too, yes? ily too mamsh!

࿐. . . TREY CLOVER

“I really appreciate your help, y/n.”

Jade placed the drinks on the customer’s table before facing you with a smile. The Mostro Lounge is filled with customers lately and Octavinelle needed an extra hand. Especially when Azul had fallen ill and couldn't participate in any classes or the lounge for a few days.

How worried you have become when you heard Jade was starting to feel dizzy from overworking himself. You have pushed yourself to help out with the lounge which greatly affected its services.

"I'm glad I could lend a hand I'm used to helping Heartslabyul with their unbirthday parties. It's fair I also help you out," you smiled back and wrote down some more orders from the students.

"As gratitude, would you accept my offer if I treated you out?" he asked once both of you met on the counter. You looked at him in surprise, "You don't have to, Jade."

"I insist. No feelings attached. I simply want to thank you for helping me."

"Where do you plan on taking me then?" you responded, preparing to bring another drink on the tray.

"Since the holidays are nearing, probably somewhere outside of the school?"

You hummed and smiled over at the vice dorm leader, “Sure! Thanks, Jade. You didn’t really have to,” you chuckled and began serving the drinks to the other customers. 

In your eyes, Jade is simply nothing more than a friend. Someone you can rely on as he stays true to his words. It was all based on experience, actually. Projects, homework, experiments, with you being his friend we was willing to help, also you have learned how resourceful he was. Not like you’re using him to pass. Your relationship with Jade has eventually bloomed into being close friends.

You took too much of your time being around Jade to even notice a certain Heartslabyul’s student’s observant eye.

“I thought you need y/n’s help, Trey?” Cater asked as he walked along with his friend. “Well look there she is!” he pointed over, seeing you exit Octavinelle’s mirror. It’s no surprise that Jade accompanied you to the mirror chamber. At least, it is in Trey’s eyes, since he did notice how distant you have been around him lately.

Oh, no! He isn’t controlling! You have your own life, you can make your own decisions. He has no right to force you or even control who you should and shouldn’t see. Besides Riddle, you have been another special person to him. He loves you. 

And yet he couldn’t stop the feeling of his chest tightening as he looked at you and Jade laugh together. He adores your smile and laughter, but seeing another man make you laugh is making himself doubt his chances with you. Again, he’s not forcing you or controlling you. He just didn’t want to lose you. As a friend or not, you’re still dear to Clover. However, that doesn’t change the fact he’s having hopes for you to say yes. A man can see his own best friend more than a friend.

“Trey?” Cater called, “Let’s head back to the dorm!” Trey moved his eyes away from you and sent his fellow third-year a smile. “Let’s go.”

“Aren’t you going to bring y/n?”

How he wished he could walk over and head back along with you to Heartslabyul like you usually do. He’s too kind. Seeing you happy with Jade is something he didn’t want to take away. He’s starting to tolerate himself, something he would always advise the others not to do. Over thinking has always been a mortal’s enemy.

“She’s having a conversation with Jade. I wouldn’t want to disturb her.” Trey chuckled and pulled Cater’s arm towards Heartslabyul’s mirror. “Are you sure?” Cater asked. “I mean, she’s heading over here now.”

“It’s best not to disturb her Cater.” Trey walked inside the mirror after that. At this point, Cater has become both worried and suspicious. Was Trey mad? He couldn’t be mad, his eyes say something else. The third-year looked over at you from over his shoulder. It seems like you haven’t even noticed them. “y/n!” he yelled over, catching your attention immediately, “Oh! Hey Cate!” you called before giving your attention back to Jade, “I need to go now, Jade. Thank you for the offer of tutoring me on Wednesday!.”

Bidding farewells, Jade headed back to Octavinelle while you jogged over to the waiting third-year, “Did I make you wait long?”

“Not at all! But I do need help with Trey....”

“Why? What happene–where is Trey?” You were feeling worried. It was odd for try to not be waiting in the mirror chamber like he always does. Cater’s smile was lopsided rather than his usual grin. “You see, I feel like there’s something wrong. You’re closer to him than I am so maybe you could help him?”

“Trey, please stop lying to me. I know there’s something wrong.”

You didn’t want to pressure the male. You getting confused. What happened perhaps? After Cater told you about Trey, you quickly made your way inside the chamber and had to go around Heartslabyul to find the vice dorm leader. Even Riddle has not seen the whereabouts of Trey. That was until you saw him in the Rose Garden.

All he did was give you a look and a small smile before saying, “Were you looking for me?” 

Your conversation with him was beginning to sound tense. You asked if he was okay, why didn’t he wait for you, or why was he barely making any approaches lately. It was starting to get on your nerves and the fact Trey isn’t vocal with his emotions nor does he show it was angering you more. Sure, you may be going over the line by not respecting his space, but you were starting to doubt if Trey still even trusted you.

“y/n, please. This is starting to get out of hand.” There he goes again with him dodging your concerns. 

“Trey, why won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” You’re trying to keep your voice steady at this point. You wanted to yell at him to get inside his head. You also didn’t want to catch the other students’ attention, most especially Riddle.

“There’s nothing wrong. Just go back to your room. I have to finish something.”

He stormed inside Heartslabyul. Ah, nothing’s wrong so you avoid your friend’s concern. Great logic. “Why won’t you just talk to me properly?!” you called out and chased after the third-year. You do hope, in the name of the Queen of Hearts, that there are barely any students in the hallway both of you are in. 

Trey sighed and shook his head. Even he was starting to lose his composure. He was trying so damn hard not to lash out on you. He was starting to question himself, why couldn’t he just admit he was jealous of seeing another man having your attention?

That’s right, pride and fear.

“y/n, I’m tired.”

“And I’m tired of you not talking to me! Did I do something wrong?! Trey, I’m starting to doubt our relationship right now! You haven’t been talking to me properly every time I try to approach you!”

Again, silence. Both of you are fast walking towards Trey’s room already, you had to walk faster to catch up with hid long strides. You wanted to cry already, taking deep breaths before having to force yourself inside his room and slamming the door behind you. Trey groaned, removing both his glasses and hat as he laid them on his desk then raking a hand through his hair.

“You know we’re currently not okay. I don’t want this to escalate further and wreck our friendship—” he gulped. “–especially when we’re not on the same boat. y/n, I—”

“Just tell me, Trey. Just tell me if I did something wrong because I really feel like it was my fault!”

“You did nothing wrong. Stop blaming yourself.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?! I just wanted to kn—”

“It’s because I love you, okay? I care about you. I didn’t want to ruin your connections with Jade just because I’m feeling selfish. If you’re happy, then I understand. If I have to keep my distance then so be it.”

“Are you insane?!” you yelled, Trey's letting out a breath of surprise at your sudden outburst. "Trey, you were jealous, weren't you? You think I would leave you just because I've been around Jade a lot? How many times do I have you tell you to stop over thinking?!" You racked your hand through your hair and huffed.

The desperation in both your lips and his were knee-weakening. It wasn’t soft, nor rough. His lips held some spark, a deep emotion he was holding for a long time.  He wasn’t sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into thinking this was all just a dream, but every breath he took would make his desire for your lips stronger.

“y/n...” Trey panted against your lips. His hands wandering through your hair and around your waist. Letting out your frustrations in this heated kiss. Your lips left his for a brief moment as you pushed him on the bed, sitting on his abdomen before connecting your lips once more. Hot. That’s what you’re feeling right now. Either from the fuel of your argument just minutes ago or the sudden disclosure of both your feelings, it was enough to bring out your desperation of wanting to kiss your best friend. 

"You know what, fuck it."

In this state, your emotions were taking over. Something that dominated your ability to think your decisions through. You had grabbed Trey’s shirt and pulled him closer to you. Making eye contact with him as he stared at you in disbelief. He was speechless. Your other hand made its way towards his nape before slamming your lips on his.

Rather, your boyfriend.

You expected it to escalate, and it did. With just a question to trigger it all, “Are you sure about this?” 

One by one your clothes began to leave your body. His tender yet firm touches lingering on your skin, your mingled breaths, and half lidded eyes. The want, need, to build that trust once more, to show the value of your relationship as it takes another step. It will all begin on his bed.

As you now laid on your back, his lips sucked on your bare neck, leaving the reddest marks he could make. Your panties being the last garment that has left your body. You were steaming, and you loved it. Trey was already heavily panting, he hasn't even slipped inside you yet.

"Damn it..." he husked against your neck, biting down on the skin under your jaw. Blinded moans slipped out your lips so wantonly, "Stop holding back," you whined. You wanted to feel him deep inside you already. Your pussy was dripping and begging to be penetrated. He loves you, doesn't he? Then making love would be something you would wish to do to fix whatever was unleashed in both your outlash.

Grunting, Trey nudged your legs open, you spreaded them out so willingly, as he moved his lips back on yours again. You gripped his hair tightly, the other under his armpit and across his shoulder. Slowly, you felt it. Your wetness helping him ease his cock deeper into your cunt. Your tight walls swallowing him greedily.

As you're stretched out, you moaned as your tongues romped against each other. Having to pull away to breathe, a string of saliva stretching in between your slobbery lips. You tilted your head back on the pillow once Trey began to rock his hips on yours.

The sounds of your pants along with the slapping of skin was aching your core, your sweaty bodies rubbing against each other.

"Ngh– Trey..m-more!" you cried out as your head dug on the pillows, your nails scratching on Trey's arms as he himself hissed and groaned above you. Your warm cunt was bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm the more he fucked you unto the mattress. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing his cock deeper into you once his hips drilled into you swiftly.

Your moans were increasing in volume the more you felt him penetrate your core. Slamming into your most sensitive spots that sent your back arching and your eyes watering. "More..m-more..!" you whined out. A loud moan left Trey's lips as your walls squeezed his dick. Having to bury his head on your neck to silence himself, the vibrations of his grunts rumbling on his chest. You had to silence yourseld. Your lips instinctively biting on Trey's shoulder before a muffled cry was heard.

"Ah–mngh–..Trey! Right there!" was your muffled cry as the tip of his penis hit that one spot. Tears were running down your eyes already as you hoarsely panted.

"I'm cumming..." Trey hissed through gritted teeth. "L-Let go..I'm pull– gah– pulling out!" His hand held on your knee that remained tightly locked around his waist.

"J-Just cum inside..." you panted. "I'm on....birth control–fuck Trey!" you gasped and arched your back. Your hands gripping on his back as you subconsciously squirted. Your cum drencing the bed and your thighs, your eyes shut tightly as you heaved. Trey kept going. Thrusting hardly into you, a hand gripping your thigh before slamming his hips once last time. You felt his warm semen shoot deep inside your walls, leaving you whining at feeling so full. Feeling how it dripped out your core and unto the sheets.

"Fuck...that's a lot..." He looked down and chuckled tiredly. He slowly pulled his softening cock out of your vagina, seeing a trails of cum leave you. On the other hand, you whined and rolled over to your belly, uncomfortably shifting your hips. "I feel so full," you whined.

Trey laid beside you with a grunt. "You told me to cum inside you," he snickered, moving your hair away from your sweaty face before kissing your nose. "I guess you're mine now. And I'm sorry for how I acted a while ago.."

"Promise me you won't over think again."

"I promise. Either way I got what I wanted now anyways." He smiled and pulled you closer. You hummed and gave a tired smile yourself, your eyes getting heavy as you tried to sit up. "Since I'm yours now–" you sat on your knees, "–bring me to the bathroom. I need to pee and clean up."

"Of course."

Unbeknownst to the both you, a certain dorm leader has accidentally entered the room while you two were having sex. Despite the embarrassment, Riddle was glad both of you didn't notice. He was red and quiet on the way back to his room.

Why did he enter? He was worried since Cater alerted him of your argument with Trey.

Let's just lock our doors next time, yes?

[sotorubio]

okay well what do you think the writers wanted to get out of those chats? what reaction were they expecting? the writers know what they were doing. they specifically didnt name any names (it would have saved them backlash if they just said ava) viewers know that fatou has yet to reconile with ava and kieu my. of course fans are going to speculate the gesture for her love interest because they mentioned “romantic” “josh” and worrying about what to wear. i get that you can organize dates with your friends! that is totally normal and should be shown on tv. i understand that part, but people have every right to get mad when the chats were made to be misleading. not to mention the bot sending the link with 💫 as if that isnt a kieutou thing, esp since fatou sent that emoji in response to kieu my’s ⚡️

okay first of all msjfldjdkd i think some of u take the texts & other social media a bit too seriously analyzing emojis n all they're just extra content for us to make it feel more real but second have u ever watched a tv show before?

u were so close if u had thought abt it a little more u would've made it 😭 "they specifically didn't name any names" yeah... bc they wanted us to be surprised. n the fact that they did Not name any names should've been ur first clue that it might not be kieu my. "viewers know that fatou has yet to reconcile with ava and kieu my" that's ur second clue that there r two possibilities n the writers r letting us play w the idea on our own.

a lot of ppl guessed ava before the clip dropped, that guess was made based on the two examples above + the fact that kieu my literally told fatou to stay away from her so ppl started to think it'd be weird for her to make a big gesture for kieu my. so what if it had been for kieu my? would u call it bad writing bc other ppl guessed ava based on the clues the writers gave us?

the ppl who thought it was kieu my made their guess based on the same clues so how is it bad writing when that side turn out to have been wrong but would be good writing if the other side had been wrong? that makes no sense it just proves that ppl r only angry bc they were expecting smth that druck never even promised...

again there's nothing shameful abt guessing wrong, i myself guessed wrong at first, it doesn't mean that u r stupid it just means u picked the wrong option out of the two that the show intentionally gave u. this is a plot twist some ppl saw coming, some didn't + the planning was going on on social media, not on screen so if u r a casual viewer u wouldn't even know there was a whole possibility of it going any other way n in the end the writing that shows on screen is the one u should judge

just to make it more clear so for example if u r watching a murder mystery n there r multiple suspects. there's always that one guy who's at the wrong place at the wrong time n he's the most obvious suspect but it's never gonna be them bc the whole point of it is suspense n making u doubt it. if u think that based on the texts "of course it's gonna be the romantic interest" but they suspiciously never state that explicitly by mentioning kieu my by name maybe u should doubt the most obvious answer. bc that's just a normal writing technique tv shows use for plot twists.... they paint u a picture but also give u a context & clues that can make u question it & not believe it

u said the writers knew what they were doing yeah exactly. they knew how they can surprise their audience that's their job omg?

like smfjfkshhfks when u watch og s3 n the whole time the girls think isak has a crush on eva do u go OMG THAT WAS SO MISLEADING!! BAD WRITING!! when it's revealed he's gay??? i beg that u guys put this into context & realize the only thing that makes this plot twist different from others is the fact that u personally didn't like the outcome. as i said there r other things to criticize in the season it's not perfect but this rly isn't it.

[rhydium]

Info dumbo about the StarFinite story?

aright u asked for it anon GET READY [cracks knuckles] this is gonna be long so obligatory cut in 3, 2........

...1!

so the uh, the au! the story!! w/e yall wanna call it! full disclaimer, i only began working on this whole thing a while ago, but it's totally taken over my fukn brain. like, we're talking big hyperfixation hrs. am i cringe for being this invested in my own content? yes? cool i do not Care >:3€

i should also throw it out there real quick that i am kin w/ infinite, n this is actually one of my two canons (both of which are my own aus lmfao wow). i didn't go into it expecting it to be but sfsfsgdfs here we are ig!! for that reason it's got extra importance to me n this definitely contributes to the euphoria i get from it!! it's a lil odd writing ur own canon,,? but i kinda just go w/ the flow!

the au n, the story that i will start Eventually, revolves around infinite n starline (obvi) n it's honestly just ... the tl;dr is big healing momence n, what's this? uh oh sisters !!! they are falling in love 😳😳😳

uhhhh so infinite is an android, made by eggman. that's like, the most notable canon divergence here! super important context to have. i've got a whole big theory on the possibility of sega originally intending infinite to be an artificial being (which i explored in the works for my Other canon too), stemming from not only the scene in forces wherein infinite comments on sonic's "data", but a line of dialogue from tails in one of the last stages of the game where he Literally Says "so this is where eggman built infinite". that ... i mean. that contrasts w/ episode shadow pretty hard don't it?? would explain why that dlc was so rushed, n the comic too. ANYWAY adsfsfs um that's a seperate ramblepost. yeah!!!

they are also agender n use they/them (primarily) as well as he/him!! so i'll be refering to them w/ those pronouns!

after the war, infinite is taken in by the resistance n, instead of being dismantled, they're basically given a chance to rehabilitate themselves. it's agreed that they won't be reprogrammed, as despite the potential risks, it feels wrong to do so; like a violation of their free will, individuality n thinking. if infinite is to be a good person, it's not gonna be bc other ppl recreated their entire personality, it's gonna be bc it's what they themselves truly want. robot ethics idk man!! u can't tell me that sonic n co wouldn't offer this to infinite if they offered it to metal in IDW,,,, i am Standing By This!!!

it's, yknow, a bit rocky, at first. infinite has to really fight the urge to return to eggman (something they already tried once, before the resistance found them; they were cast out). it's a struggle against what they were built to do, against giving into unhealthy familiarity over facing a, while healthier, unfamiliarity. new faces, a new life, turning their back on their mission n creator, it's like, a lot.

they work for/with the sonic crew, rebuilding the world they tore down as deemed fitting justice, being closely monitored for a bit as a natural precaution. as it becomes apparent infinite truly no longer has any ambition to harm others (they don't have much ambition for anything, really), they're then granted more freedom, n start taking on more important missions!! it at least gives them something to do, keeps them occupied. they have issues with dissociation, unreality, whether they're truly a real person bc, well, android. feeling purposeless, n a lack of worth, especially. a need to prove themselves. heavy stuff. i'll kinda go into that a bit more in a sec. their work grounds them, if only temporarily.

n soooooo... IDW comic stuff happens. metal virus time. starline gets kicked out of the empire.

now, as the comics are ongoing, n as this is already an au, there's gonna be divergence, n i must admit i haven't planned out all that yet. there's a lot i have to consider!! infinite being w the resistance/restoration is a big game changer ... tho i Do believe that they were absent, likely on a far out mission during most of the chaos. eggman doesn't know abt them, nor does starline or anyone else other than the sonic crew; n some civilians that recognise them.

i'm not 100% sure of Exactly when it happens, but i think it's just after bad guys, that infinite is sent to locate n bring in starline. it doesn't prove too difficult. there's a whole, starline realising "oh fuck it's you???", some bickering n, the two don't hit it off right away. they're both kinda like. not mentally stable ddgddgdds,,,

so uh. starline ends up essentially going thru the same sorta shit as infinite. careful watch, rebuilding, all that jazz, making sure he can be trusted. he's like... very very lost, quite like infinite is. the world has kinda calmed down, in the meanwhile.

it's at this point i'm gonna go ahead n drop a bit of a ramble i subjected my friends to a while ago, to articulate the way i see the two, n their dynamic together!! i was considering making this it's own post a while ago!

analysing their characters a bit... let's look at starline. Like. so we have this, in bad guys, which SENT ME tbfh;

i feel like it's the moment that triggers starline onto the path he is rn canonically,,, he's clearly like. rly mad n bitter. the core of this?? he wants his work n his efforts to be acknowledged.

he's big angry. still kind of in denial at this stage. he has himself obsessed w/ the idea of making eggman see him as Worthy, that if he just tries hard enough, that'll happen. he's dependent on eggman's validation, n i mean, it's no surprise; he's followed him a Long Time by the sounds of it.

then in the recent issue, hold the fuck up, bc we got, This;

god. my god it's all comin together now homies. this???? this right here??? it is the CLASSIC "i have to do this to prove i'm strong n powerful n smart n worthy n should be respected please Give Me Acknowledgement" ..... n who else is Like That? can u see where im going w/ this?

i think most ppl are aware of infinite's character being extremely indicative of self worth/esteem issues n the need to prove themself, right?? the extreme adversity, repulsion, perhaps even fear toward the idea of being weak. the compulsion to prove otherwise, to show their strength, to become powerful, to conquer to make a point. their theme exudes this same energy as their behaviour in-game; an aggressive attitude, trying to assert themself, while if u rly listen...? the lyrics are actually really sad in places. it reeks of cover up, although composition wise, a v interesting thing to note is a lot of the more telling lyrics are prominent while some of the affirming ones are in the background. indicative of a desire to have their true feelings be heard but caught in a vicious loop?

okay okay that's yet Another different analysis. AHEM.

not to get deep on main (oh who the hell am i kidding that's the point of this entire thing) but i think starline has issues w/ his worth in a similar way to infinite. they both seem to have this need to Prove something, whether it's to others or themselves, n get caught in a toxic spiral of doing worse n worse things for Some kind of validation or acknowledgement. they'll go to really big lengths chasing that, n both of them ultimately sought validation in the wrong place n wrong way.

this is a big part of my starfinite dynamic,, n so, what happens, as they get closer n open up??? we have them BOTH realising together that they don't have to do fuck all to prove anything to anyone. they don't need to do all this to show they're strong n smart n worth something, not to anyone else OR themselves. they're enough as they are. they bond over that shared feeling that they have to do xyz, to prove themselves, n that desire to just finally be acknowledged n appreciated n help each other thru it. to help each other understand that other ppls approval, or lack thereof, doesn't define them, their strength, intelligence, and worthiness.

i feel like they have an interesting parallel between them in like... the above could be taken as a general analysis, but to go more in depth on this au specifically?? ...

starline followed eggman for presumably a long time n it no doubt left him feeling a heavy and deep regret for all that time wasted n spent on an unhealthy path. infinite kinda teaches him that what matters is what he's doing Now n also reminds him that if none of it happened, starline wouldn't have learnt a lot of the serious skills he has. n while starline still feels bad, he also realises himself that, he likely never would have crossed infinite's path if none of it happened. for that reason, he wouldn't take it back.

infinite has only been recently made, on the other hand. they haven't really existed long, yet, but so far their experiences haven't been very positive n it can be .... discouraging. starline sorta, shows infinite their limited experiences w/ the world are a very tiny fraction of what's out there, n things can absolutely change, yes, including for the better; that's the essence of life, a neverending, constant flow of change.

it's a big tale of moving on n letting go, honestly; made easier as they're doing it together. n as they heal n grow, well... these bitches gay. sfshshdgds like, ig that's putting it p bluntly but!! they start to trust each other, understand each other more. as they get to truly know who the other is, they both start developing The Feelings. they're both pretty oblivious n the reveal is totally unknown so far!! yeah, i know, bummer. i suck. boo. adafsfsds however i can say there will be lots of content in the making!! if that soothes the soul! i've got of ideas i hope to bring to life.

ofc there's still a lot of more specific things i haven't covered here so! if y'all want more juice hmu w/ more focused questions but !! this is the overview n i hope it was a decent read now that gave some uhhh! Cool Insight! yea!!! ✌

[dear-yandere]

more ilya (oc) q&a!! part 3

[ part 2 ]

i’m very late in answering these, sorry! 

anon 1: wAIT what if Ilya had a darling w a little sister or brother? Like not a super little kid but like the darling is twenty something and their sibling is like 16 or smth.. technically killing them wouldn't affect their siblings upbringing, right? But it's still affect their sibling.. 🤔

t-this is scarily spot on because i’m also 20-something and my little sister is 16.

ilya would still kill his darling unless there are special circumstances, such as the sibling relies on darling to take care of them (ex. perhaps the sibling has a disability and relies on darling since their parents are busy with work). at the end of the day, ilya is only concerned with hurting children, but he doesn’t particularly care for the relationships between family members because well...he never got that luxury growing up, so why should they?

again, ilya is a huge hypocrite, so he only protects children if they are in immediate danger, more so when they are young and even more vulnerable. a teenager can usually take care of themselves, so although they’re still kids in his eyes, he’s less concerned with them. he coddles them far less than he coddles younger kids.

anon 2: Imagine if Ilya stumbled upon a kid who killed an adult in self defense.

ilya would be so conflicted; on one hand, he absolutely does not want children involved in the horrible things he does, does not want them to be part of any murder; on the other, he can’t leave them like that, scared and alone and bloody and fearful for their future. he’d help the poor kid get away with murder, even going so far as to make it look like jack the ripper caused the murder; in other words, he’d shift the blame to himself.

afterwards, he’d ensure the kid is placed in a safe home (say, if the murdered adult was a parent) or returned home safely. providing or getting therapy for the kid would be much more difficult, but i imagine ilya would anonymously send money to the kid / kid’s parents to help pay for the therapy sessions.

as big a dick as ilya may be, he goes above and beyond for children.

anon 3: Wait sorry for botherin u again but what if au Ilya had a kid in his class who was gettin bullied? Cause it's one of his kids being hurt but the bullies are also technically his kids yk?

AU ilya in this case was referring to kindergarten teacher ilya! yeah...i took that long to answer this... :(

hmm, this is a tough situation. hurting children, even bullies, goes against everything ilya stands for, but he would certainly discipline the bully in some what. maybe it’s more one-on-one time with the kid, pulling them aside during recess to teach them the importance of manners and being kind. for those who know of ilya’s more questionable tendencies, this is hilarious coming from him of all people; the man never learned to take his own words to heart. typical hypocrite!

as for the kid who was bullied, he’d pay extra attention to them. for example, during that same recess, he’d play with them more than other kids or pull them aside to make sure everything’s going ok. it’s also a great way to check in and ensure the bully is taking ilya’s advice to heart!

anon 4: I wouldn't wanna b ilyas darling at all but like maybe just maybe the thought of being a student he watches out for makes me a little bit super soft- Especially since u said he views teenagers as kids too basically and I am a teenager and I lowkey rly have a thing for adults watching out for me much more than romantic relationships so kinda um I'm v soft for Ilya rn possibly-

aw man, just imagine: ilya being your mentor. the man isn’t all about sex and murder, he loves teaching and helping kids blossom. if you’re into art and photography, he’s your guy. 

and, as an only child, he’s always wanted siblings, so he’ll happily take on the role of your older brother, and if not, well... he treats all his students like his little siblings anyways. he doesn’t plan on having kids, so pretending the kids he looks after are his siblings is therapeutic. kindergarten teacher ilya is nowhere near as broken as og ilya, so perhaps he can turn his life around with the support and love of his students and mentees.

[tslasvegas]

Episode 12: “I’ve been awakened.” - Xavier

Well that vote went exactly how I had hoped it would... and then the super idol came out! I'm glad that it's out of the game now once and for all, but I guarantee that Liv is going to find something else along the way. It's so hard for me to summarize everything that I'm doing around here because I feel like I'm doing a lot. Maybe that's going to come bite me in the ass this coming vote but idk, I'm not mad about it. I definitely limited myself a lot by really not going for the money shot and convincing Jeff to use his vote steal on Joey to get Joey the hell out of here, but maybe in some weird way it works. Because now I have John's 8 chips and I'm going to need as many as I can get to somehow beat Livingston. I definitely think that snubbing this vote is going to be my biggest detriment only bc it provides the opportunity for Livingston to ascend higher as a threat, but also avoid getting voted out at our next convenience. I still really want Kailyn to go, but I think the goal for everyone else is to get rid of Livingston or myself (maybe Joey) at the next tribal council. Ugh. Heh... I never would've thought that I could pull off that kind of a move and have it not fully work out in my favor. It was a cool feeling regardless and I'm not crushed if it means I played myself out of the game. I give myself credit where it's due, I'm going to continue fighting as always and hopefully I come out on top :~)

Last Luxor standing 

Whelp, there goes the Super Idol. Jaiden is a snakey little snake snake. Pat and Jeff are naïve as all hell. I'm not 100% sure I believe Jaiden now, but apparently Joey's plan was to cut me at like final 6 or something. And people are so convinced that Livingston and I are a duo. I mean we are, but like maybe if anyone would ACTUALLY FUCKING TALK TO ME AND TRY TO WORK WITH ME, we wouldn't be??? Like don't whine and bitch that Livingston and I are a duo who are going to stick together and not turn against each other if you can't even be bothered to respond to a single fucking message of mine. I have no issues voting out whoever is necessary for me to get farther in the game. But when only a limited number of people express in interest in going farther with me? You better fucking bet I'm working with those people. Anyways, can't wait to vote out Jaiden, Kailyn and Xavier. xoxo Gossip Girl 

Waiting on Immunity Results, but whatever happens the 5 of us need to vote together, and be smart about it! We know that liv, Keegan and Joey will vote together. Probably for me next. So Jeff Pat need to stick with us. We need to split the votes 3-2, and use a vote steal, cancel or extra to get it to 3-3 just in case of idols. We need to be smart about this. Going all out and proposing this once results are in. I am going to the Jury next anyway, go out guns blazing.

...five seconds later

OMG I WON IMMUNITY! Finally something good! I figured most people gave their correct numbers, and if not, just chose a number close to theirs. OR they didn't coordinate so well, so some gave a higher number and others gave a lower one, so it cancelled out. Also helps that I knew Liv and Pat's numbers with the advantage. Pat gave mine accidentally so I knew his was in the 40s as well. Phew. Now to figure out whether to use the Steal a Vote now or not.

I came so close to winning immunity but it was rudely snatched away from me by Xavier. On the plus side, Livingston found the hidden immunity idol on the idol board! Heck yeah! As long as there isn’t a full blindside we should be good now! 

(originally written 11/23, night after super idol) Anyways what rly bugs me is that Jeff is actually mad at me now for the fact that he wasted his vote on Joey and I tried to get rid of Livingston instead... and I think I put myself into a spot where I need to apologize to him and make him feel good about me again. Tbh no I don’t. Jeff said to me that he’s got to play his own game first and mine second. So why am I playing some other people’s games first? Because it benefits me to play everyone’s hand for them, yes, but also I’ve been caught trying to run the entire table a little too early. So maybe now it’s time for me to do something a little different - play my game first. It’s now fully Jeff’s fault that Joey didn’t leave. I told Jeff precisely what he needed to do to ensure Joey went home. He needed to play the vote steal and send Joey on packing... and he didn’t. So now when Pat and I finally talk tomorrow and he tells me what’s up, I’m not gonna hold back. I’m going to throw Jeff under that bus so fucking hard his head will spin. Pat doesn’t know about the vote steal and I think I’ll hold that piece of information over Jeff’s head a little bit longer - I know something no one else knows about you, keep me safe or it’s coming out and everyone’s going to come after you. So tomorrow I will blame Jeff to Pat. Sure I was the person who made the move, but it’s my game and I’m playing it now. If Pat doesn’t like my apology, then kiss my ass and take eighth place. Bye!

...five seconds later

I'm pessimistic as FUCK so I'm fully expecting to go home tonight and I'm writing this confessional against better judgment because I need to rly focus on letting my mental state get back to normal rather than Survivor mode before I get voted out lmfao. Anyways, tonight is FINALLY the night where I'm making my last move against Joey, one way or another. This is the decision that will either determine oops sorry as I was writing that, I just realized something else... this is ME making yet another move that makes Jeff think I'm controlling the whole entire game I love that for me hehe. Should I convince the entire tribe to vote out Jeff instead??? Let's go fully with the chaos mode. DRAW ROCKS BITCHES!!!! Jk Jk Back to my original point - this is the vote that determines whether I was worth being brought back for this game or not. I'm not trying to be this like crazy strategist who has all these cracked plans to take out Joey but that's where we're at rn. One side of me like, trusts Jeff but the other side of me doesn't. So I told Jeff about Joey's legacy advantage and now it's like, getting Jeff to want to turn on Joey. Even though Joey told me he wanted to get rid of Jeff it seems like Jeff is not as stressed about it. I'm pretty sure Jeff turned votes against me instead, it is what it is. It's the game. However, Jeff would be really stupid to not vote out Joey now while he has the chance... it's probably going to come down to Jeff winning this whole entire thing if he makes the correct move tonight because I'm certainly not going to turn my back on him if he follows through. But, crazy things have happened tonight. And it's about to get a whole lot crazier. :) Although I'm like, CERTAIN I'm going home tonight or at least getting votes. OK IM TRYING SO HARD TO WRITE THIS CONFESSIONAL BUT SO MUCH IS HAPPENING AHHHH IM STRESSING OUT BUT I KNOW THERES A GOOD PLAN OUT THERE FOR ME TO MAKE AND HOPEFULLY IM NOT SCREWING MYSELF OVER 

...five seconds later

OKAY I think I'm gonna be ok but I'm taking a HUGE risk rn!!! Basically putting my vote onto Liv with Joey and hoping Joey 1) doesnt have an idol and 2) gets the rest of the votes. But my logic for voting Liv is simple. If Joey actually has an idol he's been hiding, he plays it and reveals I voted for him again if I don't do it. It also prevents me/Kailyn from going home 2-1-0 since Keegan and Liv seem to be locked in on one of us (likely me). If somehow Jeff/Pat are lying and are part of split, it'll go 2-2-2-2 which is not only insane but it also gives me a PERFECT platform to light people up, namely Jeff and his vote steal advantage. But we'll see! I'm predicting to go home tonight :) But at least I made a move when I could. Good luck to me <3

[jowritesthingss]

Liar, Liar

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairing(s): n/a (familial DLAMPR)

Rating: General Audiences

Content Warning(s): fire (nobody’s hurt tho), strong language...boi (that’s a joke they’re kids there’s not rly strong language beyond anx saying “dang it” too much for pat’s liking)

Length: 2,420 words

Brief Summary: Janus wasn’t always as cool and collected a liar as he is now. Also, the split of Creativity because why not.

TS Masterlist + AO3 Links

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 “MORALITY!” Creativity shrieks, racing into the living room and colliding at top speed into said side.

With a loud “oomph!”, Morality reaches out to enclose a seven-year-old Creativity in his arms, rocking the other side reassuringly. “Wh-what’s wrong, Creativity?” he struggles to pant through having his breath completely knocked out of him.

“D-Deceit’s being meeean to me again!” Creativity whines into Morality’s shirt.

Morality looks accusingly up at Deceit, who stands faux-innocently in the doorway.

Deceit shrugs. “No I’m not,” he defends himself. “I’m just telling the truth. Creativity is a big, weird, whiny baby. It’s a fact.” He points at Logic smugly. “Ask Logic. He’ll tell you.”

Cuddled up in his corner, Logic looks up from some fourth grade science textbook that he probably already knows cover to cover. “Please do not bring me into this little tiff of yours,” he says imperiously. After a moment, the facade melts, and he brightens. “Didja like that word? ‘Tiff’? It was the word of the day in Language Arts today, not that any of you were paying attention. It means—”

“Oh, shut up, nerd,” Deceit and Creativity chorus and well, at least there’s something they can agree on, Morality supposes.

Disappointed, Logic’s face sinks into a pout. “Fine.” His lip wobbles dangerously. “I can see when I’m not needed.”

And with that, Logic sinks down, presumably off to go bother Anxiety instead.

Morality knows that he should really go after Logic and reassure him that no, he really is needed, and they all really do love him. But with Logic no longer in the living room causing a distraction, Creativity and Deceit start to go off at each other again.

“You’re a booger head,” Deceit hisses, triumphant. “Logan’s the stinky poo-poo side, and you’re the booger side, you...you lame person.”

“No! I’m not a booger!” Creativity protests, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. “J-just ’cos I thought it was a kinda dance that one time d-doesn’t make me the—the—”

Morality tries to gather Creativity back up in his arms, but Creativity pulls away from him, stubbornly glaring at Deceit even as tears start to pour down his trembling cheeks.

Deceit laughs, pointing a finger at Creativity. “And now you’re a crybaby! So you’re the crybaby side too?”

“H-hey, Dee, you really need to st—” But Morality’s pathetic attempt at crowd control is drowned out by a rapidly crescendoing siren.

Creativity is now openly wailing, his feet planted and his head tilted to the ceiling and his mouth gaping wide, and oh, dear, that’s never good.

Whenever Creativity starts to cry, it’s a toss-up as to whether he’ll hide in his room for a week or rampage through the entire mindscape destroying things. There’s not really an in-between, and there’s no way to tell which he’ll do each time.

“You’re—you’re a liar! You’re nothing but a liar!” Creativity asserts, his voice panicky and patchy and tremulous. He points a shaking finger at Deceit in return, trying to laugh at him, but the result is rather pitiful. “Liar, liar, pants on fire!”

Then, all at once, Creativity shifts.

The tears dry up abruptly, and a too-wide, disconcerting grin spreads across his face.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” Creativity says lowly, smiling way too much for someone who had just been in the darkest pits of despair.

Morality sucks in a breath, holding it, uneasily wondering what Creativity is planning.

Deceit has the decency to look slightly abashed, but he holds his ground nevertheless.

And then his pants burst into flame.

-

Morality is the first to scream, pointing a horrified finger at Deceit’s pants.

Deceit, wanting to know what Morality is screeching about, looks down...and promptly begins some screeching of his own, accompanied by little terrified hops all over the place. He dances around the living room, as if that’ll somehow magically douse the fire, but the extra exposure to oxygen only seems to be doing the opposite.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire. Liar, liar, pants on fire,” Creativity chants delightedly, a manic look on his face.

Logic abruptly rises back up to see what the ruckus is. He takes one look at Deceit running around, body engulfed in flames, and Creativity chanting not unlike a cult member, and Morality screaming...and he sinks back out.

A few moments later, a thoroughly reluctant Logic rises back up, being dragged by a fuming, worried Anxiety.

Anxiety surveys the scene in front of him for one, two, three seconds. Then—

“Deceit! Stop, drop, and roll already, you dummy!” he yells over the din, his voice slightly distorted. “Creativity, you weirdo, stop chanting, dang it!”

“L-language,” Morality mumbles brokenly, eyes wide as he watches the scene in front of him slowly begin to wind down.

Deceit pauses for a moment as Anxiety’s instructions sink in. Then he stops. Drops. Rolls.

Right onto the couch.

Setting the couch on fire.

“NO, dang it!” Anxiety screams, voice fully distorted now, and Morality is much too concerned with the six foot wall of raging flames to call him out on his strong language.

“Morality, a little help here!” Anxiety calls across the room, and the distorted, fully unadulterated panic shocks Morality into action.

It’s time for the Dad Voice. Morality sucks in a big, smoke-filled breath. He chokes. Sucks in another, more careful breath. Tries to make it look vaguely cooler this time.

“STOP!” Morality hollers, his voice magnified, deep, and booming over all the screaming coming from the other sides.

Everyone stops.

Logic stops mid eye-roll. Deceit stops stop-drop-and-roll-ing. Creativity stops chanting. Anxiety freezes in place. Even the fire all over Deceit and the sofa listens to Morality, slowing and shrinking and quickly petering out.

“That is enough,” Morality asserts. Gosh, he hates pulling the Dad Voice card on everyone, especially since they’re all basically the same age, and it always makes him feel so bad. But the cacophony going on in Thomas’ mindscape really was enough. If it got any worse, it would start to affect Thomas in the real world. “Deceit, stop calling people mean names. Creativity, stop setting people on fire.”

The two sides in question reluctantly mutter their assent.

“I’m telling Anxiety on you,” Deceit threatens Creativity under his breath.

“What the—dude!” Anxiety throws his arms up in the air, frustrated. “I’m literally right here,” he snaps, thoroughly Done with everything and everyone. “Who d’you think told you to stop, drop, and roll?” He mutters something illegible to himself before raising his voice again. “God, I wanna say a bad word so much right now but Mo would kill me.”

Deceit looks up and over at Anxiety. He stares quietly for a moment, astonished. Then tears begin to well up in his eyes—real tears, for once, not the crocodile tears he likes to pull on Morality to get what he wants. “I—I—Anx!” he blubbers, racing over to Anxiety and burying himself in the slightly taller side’s arms without prompting. “C-Creativity set me on fire! I was just pretending with him and he set me on fire!”

Chagrined, Anxiety looks at Morality from over Deceit’s head. He rolls his eyes and shrugs, a ‘what can ya do’-type gesture.

Morality returns the gesture before sternly turning to handle Creativity. “It doesn’t matter what Deceit said or did to you,” he says. “We do not set people on fire. You will apologize. Right. Now.”

“B-but!” Creativity protests feebly. “He...he started it though.”

“And I’m ending it. Right here, right now. Now.” Morality places his hands on his hips, staring down at the suddenly-meek side in front of him, quite a far cry from the crazed lunatic that had been present not two seconds ago. “Creativity. I believe you have something to say to Deceit...?”

Creativity nods earnestly, eyes wide and pleading. Then his eyes harden, and he shakes his head. “Yes—no. Yes. Uh.” He buries his face in his hand and peeps out at Morality, as if that can protect him. “M-maybe?”

“Uh-uh. There is no maybe in this, mister. It’s either a yes or a no.” Only a yes, really, but Morality’s gonna let the kid choose his own fate, even if that means he gets himself grounded for a month.

“Y-yes. Nooo.” Creativity clutches at his face, dropping to his knees on the ground. He lets out a pained cry, then, to everyone’s utmost surprise, two strange voices sound in contrast to each other.

“Yes!” one of the voices shrieks, delighted.

“No!” the other strange voice protests in tandem, defiant.

A flash of bright light—brighter than even the flames that had so quickly covered the still-smoking, now-singed sofa. Forced to look away, the sides all cover their eyes, squinting at the incredible brightness.

There is a yell—of pain?—of triumph?—and then, just like that, the light is gone.

-

Logic is the first one to chance opening his eyes, ever the curious soul and wanting to know what just happened. What he sees in the place where Creativity once stood makes him stop and stare, mouth hanging open.

Where Creativity had been standing in the middle of the living room, there are instead two strange new sides—one red, and one green. They both sit, curled up on the floor, disoriented and blinking up at everyone in a sort of tired confusion.

Logic steps forward. “Who...who are you?” he asks, his want to know overruling his wariness. The two of them just look so familiar, but Logic can’t for the life of him figure out why.

The two look up at him in tandem, cocking their heads with alarming similarity. They open their mouths.

“Why, I’m Creativity, of course!” they speak in unison, smooth versus garbled speech.

The two of them freeze, turning to face each other, eyes wild.

The green one’s face stretches into a wide grin. “Yes...it worked.”

The red one begins to shake his head rapidly. “No. Nonono. This isn’t happening. You’re not Creativity. I am.”

“No,” the green one says. “No, we are Creativity, brother.”

“Uh.” Morality clears his throat, guardedly inserting himself into the conversation. He swallows hard when the two supposed Creativities swivel their heads to look at him in unison. “Where’s...are you guys Creativity?”

“That’s what we just said, isn’t it, Mo-mo?” the green Creativity simpers, a sickly sweet smile on his face that he turns on Deceit next, standing up and walking over to him and Anxiety.

Deceit cowers into Anxiety’s side as the Creativity approaches him. He peeks his head out, hastily mumbling out a tiny, “’m sorry about...about calling you names.”

“It’s okay!” the green one says brightly. “I thought they were cool names. I like the idea of being the booger side. It matches my new color scheme!” As if to demonstrate, he picks his nose, wiping it on his new black-and-green outfit. “My brother is just a baby.”

Deceit smiles hesitantly, untangling himself from Anxiety and chancing a few steps in the direction of this new Creativity.

“Ew, gross,” the red one says, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “I don’t like you. You’re a stupid Creativity. I should set you on fire too.”

“Now, uh, Creativity,” Morality steps in again. “We just went over this. Uh. With you when you were...one Creativity?” Patton flounders, unsure of what to refer to either Creativity as. “Don’t make me go through it again now that you’re...uh, two.”

The red one sighs loudly, annoyed. “Fineee!” He pouts before sidling over to Logic. “Nice specs, four-eyes. What are you, a nerd?”

“Yes, and I like it,” Logic shoots back.

The two engage in a heated conversation, but it doesn’t seem quite so heated as the literal fire that had been raging through the mindscape under five minutes ago, so Morality decides to ignore it for the moment. He zeroes in on the green side, who seems slightly more troublesome.

“Y’know, I can teach you how to light fires like that!” the green Creativity is saying to Deceit, who seems much more interested in the idea than is strictly healthy. “That way we can light my brother on fire as revenge! The fire was my idea, of course, he’s not smart enough to come up with it on his own. But he’s the one who actually decided to do it.”

Green Creativity grabs Deceit’s hand with one of his (oh, gosh, that’s the booger hand, ew), and Morality watches as the two race over to the basement door, disappearing behind it.

Morality and Anxiety stare each other down, silently battling to see who is sentenced to the grisly death of going down into the basement after the two clear troublemakers.

Eventually, Anxiety relents. “I’ll go make sure they don’t get themselves killed,” he sighs, absolutely Done with the world yet again (let’s be honest, though, does he really have any other state of being?). “You three just try not to, um, burn down the house again, please?”

“Will do, Anxie!” Morality says nervously, waving a nervous goodbye as the purple side slinks into the basement, snapping the door shut behind him.

“No promises,” Red Creativity and Logic speak up in unison from behind him, then they devolve back into their tits—their—oh, what was that weird new-fangled word Logic had used earlier? gif? tiff?—they just go back to their argument, okay.

Morality turns to face the two of them, trying to feign a smile. After a moment, though, it wriggles off his face, and he sinks his head into his hands, sighing.

Poor Thomas, for having all of these dodos as his sides. Poor Morality, for having to deal with them. He doesn’t get paid enough for this. (He doesn’t get paid at all, who’s he kidding. Is it too late to ask for a different human?)

Turning up the 500-watt smile again, Morality marches over to Logic and this new Creativity. He plants himself between the two of them, internally forcing himself to come to terms with this. This is his new reality now.

“All right, break it up!” Morality instructs. “Mom’s making homemade macaroni tonight and if you make Thomas act out again, we won’t get any!”

Creativity and Logic immediately freeze.

“No!” Red Creativity laments. “Not the macaroni! We mustn’t lose the macaroni!”

“Indeed, that would be...not good,” Logic agrees seriously, nodding his assent.

The final crisis averted, Morality sighs in relief.

And just like that, peace returns to the mindscape of one Thomas Sanders.

Well. Just for the moment, at least.

(Tomorrow, when Green Creativity tries to put slugs in his brother’s pants, all bets are off.)

Fin

*

May I present to you: the real reason behind the Creativity split—a tantrum, pure and simple. And as for why Deceit ran away from and detested the light sides—utter embarrassment.

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[alternislatronemhq]

Congrats, Ashley, you have been accepted to AL for the role of Alastor Moody (FC: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau). Ahhhh, eeep! Welcome, Ashley! We’re so excited to have you join our group and happy that you’re so enthusiastic about it! I loved your application for Moody and where you see him coming from as a person. I think he’s going to add so much to our group and I can’t wait to see this grumpy gus husband of minnie’s on the dash! Please send in your blog (no sideblogs for first characters, please) in the next 24 hours and be sure to take a look at our new player checklist. Welcome home, we’re so excited to have you join the family!

OOC

name — Ashley age — 25 pronouns — She/her timezone — EST activity level — My activity ranges depending on the day. I work a full-time job which includes 12+ hour shifts so there are some days when I’m not on until after a shift or only available mobile. However, I’m always available on my days off unless I run into other plans. I would say my activity level ranges on a scale of 5-7. any questions? — Thank you for considering my application !!

IC Overview

name — Alastor Alexander Mcallister Moody faceclaim — (i rly love the idea of Tim Daly, but he has 0 resources, if you have any suggestions for resources let me know !!) Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Ewan McGregor, David Tennant, Oscar Isaac age — 48 years old; 12 April gender — Cismale sexuality — Bisexual patronus — Eagle boggart — Lord Voldemort. If anyone else asked, Alastor would claim that he doesn’t have a boggart because he isn’t afraid of anything. However, his boggart is the one person that Alastor is actually afraid of. The one person that he would have loved to be the one to end himself.

IC In Depth

personality traits —

(+) Brave – Alastor knew from a young age what his future had in store for him and he never once shied away from his destiny. Coming from a long line of aurors, he knew that one day he’d be one himself. His father taught him that fear was a weakness. That it had no place in an auror. Moody faces some of the world’s most dangerous criminals without batting so much as batting an eye. He faces down his enemies and to this day no one has beat his record for the most captured Death Eaters placed in Azkaban.

(+) Confident – He knows that he is the best that there is. Alastor has honed his skill and he has practiced all of his life to do exactly what he’s doing now. There’s a reason he believes that his ideas are (usually) the only ones that matter.

(-) Paranoid – Alastor trusts only a handful of people. Within that handful, the only person he truly trusts is Minerva. He has a very paranoid disposition, rarely trusting others – no matter how dedicated to the cause they may be. He often carries around his own flask to drink from and rarely eats meals that are prepared by others due to a distrust of being poisoned.

(-) Inflexible – That being said, Alastor has a difficult time bending to others wills. Whenever he gets a thought in his head or an idea, he prefers to run with it because he assumes that he knows best. He doesn’t like to listen to others and sometimes feels that it is a waste of time.

character biography — (all of this information is redacted because Alastor destroyed all of his records)

Alastor’s future was decided for him before he was even conceived. Coming from a long line of aurors, he had a lot to live up to. From the moment that he could walk and talk, Alastor was learning how to live up to his parent’s name. He was learning how to be better. It started with lessons from his father. Alastor would sit at his feet and listen as his father told him his most exciting and dangerous stories. His mother taught him how to read and gave him books which taught him more. By the time that Alastor was shipped off to Hogwarts, it was clear that his parents were expecting big things.

When the sorting hat was placed on his head, it had a decision to make. Take this boy’s bravery and place him into Gryffindor or listen to his wit and place him in Ravenclaw. In the end, Alastor was placed in Gryffindor. During his school years, Alastor met Minerva who became his adversary. The two argued about everything and he found her to be a pain in the ass. It was no surprise that years later, he should fall in love with her. In his sixth year, his mother and father were murdered on a mission, but Alastor never showed any signs of grief. He merely put his frustration and emotions into his training. Another reason to persevere. During, this time, he continued to keep his eye on the prize and scored an ‘exceeds expectations’ on five out of 6 of his N.E.W.T.S. He began training as an auror the moment that he stepped out of Hogwarts and into the real world.

With as much confidence as Alastor has in his abilities, to some he may come off as conceded. He doesn’t listen to other people’s opinions, however, and often fights with everything in him. He has a terrible time showing his true emotions and often stands guarded even around those that he trusts the most. He doesn’t cope well and usually uses alcohol to cope. Alastor is considered to be one of the most successful aurors, having contributed to more than half of the population of Death Eaters in Azkaban. He prefers not to kill or use the unforgivable curses, but he does what he has to do.

When Voldemort fell, Alastor didn’t believe it. There’s a part of him that still doesn’t believe it. He doesn’t like peace; it makes his fake leg hurt more. Alastor leads the auror’s office with an iron hand. He doesn’t like the politics of it so much, but he prefers to have a say in how his co-workers are trained. In addition to this, he leads the Order with Minerva and Kingsley. He has opinions which he rarely stays quiet about but sometimes he has a difficult time convincing others to believe in his opinion.

plot ideas — 

(1): I didn’t include Alastor losing his eye because I would love for it to be potentially included within a plot and to get to explore that particular plot !! I think that it would be interesting to see how he deals with losing his eye and then the prosthesis after

(2): I would also love to explore his more paranoid side and possibly see him get into trouble for sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong and/or causing trouble due to a miscommunication

extra —

https://www.pinterest.com/galaxiesofmuses/hes-mad-alastor-moody/

here is a mock blog !!: https://auroralastormoody.tumblr.com/

[0225pm]

hellooooo i just got home after a long day out and felt like i should type everything while i’m still awake rn hehe

so a few days back we actually alr planned to have dinner with the gang today so that’s what we did lolol cus seanna alr booked a table for us as well so that we don’t have to wait in line.

i’m just gonna start the story of the day from the very beginning.

so yesterday night farhan told me his plan was to go pay for his bike and then he’ll come over to meet me but what time he’s coming would depends on what time he’s gonna be awake. i don’t mind cus as long as i can to spend some private time with him for the day it’s fine by me cus since we’re meeting the gang lol ok does it sound nice when i say gang cus it doesn’t seem right but wtvr nvm i guess we shall just say squad instead so yeah we were gonna meet the squad at 6pm so i felt like if i were to meet him like maybe 5pm it felt so late? in a sense that i’m unable to spend private time with him much for the day considering that by the time we head home he has to leave bc of his curfew. so yeah i think he reached my place around 3+?

so before he reached my place i alr picked out what to wear and this time round i knew what i wanted to wear like i think i made this decision is like a split second hahaha even tho i’m actually quite fickleminded but yeah i chose to wear a dress cus it was ezpz 😂 i just have to wear safety shorts instead of having to think of what to wear for the bottoms. actually i had two outfits in mind but considering how hot it was today i felt like jeans was out of the idea even tho my dress was black in color lol. and then i forgot that my hair dryer is a spoiled wtf so i had to sit in front of the fan and let it dry a little bit before i used this comb dryer thing to comb it out. honestly i much prefer using a hair dryer cus it’s faster and i guess there’s less hair fall i’m actually quite insecure about my hair lol i think i mentioned before in a prev post. and using the comb dryer makes me feel like it’s tugging a bit too hard onto my hair follicles since my hair itself is alr so fine and thin but the finishing is so pretty la. paired it with a hair oil and you’ll have nice smooth salon styled hair but still ya hair dryer la for now. then i prepped and all of sudden farhan was alr outside waiting hahaahha i actually saw that he alr arrived so i asked him if he’s coming up and before i knew it, he was alr outside knocking on my window. btw bb pls knock gently!! it’s louder on the inside than on the outside 😂😂😂 so then i let him in and i think he was a little frus? cus i wasn’t fully prepared or maybe cus he saw that i was just laying down on the bed before he came hahaha but ya so i let him in and this time i was perspiring like heck wtf. it’s rly damn humid today bruh ugh 🥵 then i went to do my hair and then changed into a home clothes since i has a feeling that we won’t be heading out yet and idw to sweat in my dress.

and then i came into my room and i saw that he was eating subway and then i looked down and he passed me one!!!! haissss ;-; he took note of what i wanted wtf and even took note of the kind of bread i like which is flatbread cus it rly is like a pita bread so damn soft and chewy i love it!!!! my next fav bread is honey oats hehe take note ah bb if flatbread ever sold out LOLLLL 😂 as for the mains i’ve only ever tried a few on their menu and by far i think for chicken i rly like their teriyaki chicken. so he got it for me and without veggies omg. we were having a conversation about it cus he said that he ordered subway to eat at home first before coming over and then we talked about the kind of sauce and the mains and veggies etc etc and i guess he was sort of taking notes also??? or maybe he saw my tweet hahaha cus the other day i posted that i wanted subway 😂 either way it’s so sweet la hais hahaha so easy to make me happy hahaha just feed me food and let me complain that i’m gaining weight and then tell me that it’s okay you’ll still love me even if i grew like a balloon lololol 😂😂😂 and they rly tk lokek with the chicken sia wtf it was so sedapppppp legit cravings satisfied but now that i’m typing this i got the feels to have subway again wtfffff maybe this time their subway melt main or the chicken ham hehe or maybe i should try their chicken breast cus i heard that one is good if you add extra cheese but i scared the chicken breast will be too dry tbh so that’s why i never rly got the strong feel to try it.

[starkravinghazelnoots]

Orange or yellow and Peter or Tony for the drabble thing! (rly predictable ik sorry!)

ORANGE

Energy, balance, warmth, enthusiasm, vitality, expansion, flamboyancy, and autumn.

This turned into way longer than a drabble. I couldn't resist the pull of writing some Biderman in honor of Pride. I had a ton of fun writing this, so I hope this lives up your expectations and that all of you enjoy!

I apologize in advance if the line break doesn't work. Tumblr really hates when I try to use line breaks.

xXx

How to be Proud

Peter was pretty confident in himself. What's more, he had an extremely supportive family and group of friends, some of whom understood what he was going through better than others.

But that didn't mean it was always easy to be proud of himself. It wasn't for Peter, at least.

But Spider-Man? He didn't have that problem.

"Don't fucking touch me, homo!"

Peter rolled his eyes behind the mask as he shot a web over the criminal's mouth. "Trust me, buddy, I'm not gonna touch someone as nasty as you." He gestured to the purple, pink, and blue cape tied around his neck. "And for the record, Mr. Homophobe, I'm bisexual. If you're going to insult me, at least get it right."

Peter called the police to report the location of the tied-up criminal before swinging away. His curfew was in ten minutes, which meant he had to hurry if he wanted to make it back to his apartment on time.

He dove through his window right as the clock on his dresser changed to midnight - on Fridays he was allowed that extra hour, but he did have a tendency to push it.

"How was patrol?" May asked. She was leaning against the door frame of his room. She must have just gotten back from her shift at the hospital, because she was still in her scrubs.

"Pretty good!" Peter said, standing up. The Iron Spider mask disappeared from his face. "Stopped a bank robbery and some petty theft. I also rescued Mrs. Post's cat again. He keeps escaping and climbing up the tree next to her house." Peter snickered. "It's still so funny to me that she named her cat Jeff."

May smiled at his amusement. "Well, I'm sure she was very grateful."

He laughed. "Yeah. She always tries to give me cookies or some other kind of sweet before I leave." Peter snapped his fingers, remembering the last thing he did before returning home. "Oh, I also stopped a kid from being beat up. I don't know who he was, because he ran away when I swung down into the alley, but I took care of his attacker." He untied the flag from his neck and hung it over the chair in front of his desk. "He was a nasty guy, too. Homophobic. Smelled like hot garbage."

May chuckled. "Well, it's a good thing you were there to take care of him." She gestured to his bisexual flag. "Get any compliments on that?"

Peter beamed at her. "Yes! It was so great. A girl actually burst into tears when she saw me because she was so happy her favorite superhero was bisexual, too."

May held her arms out, and he eagerly accepted her hug. "I'm so proud of you, Peter."

Peter smiled. "Thank you, May." His voice was muffled by her shirt. "I love you."

May pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Well, I love you more."

"I love you most."

"Then I love you more than the most!"

Peter laughed. "You're the worst."

"Oh, I know."

xXx

MJ slid into the chair in front of Peter, startling him out of a daydream that definitely had not involved the aforementioned girl. "We're still on for Pride tomorrow, right?"

"I am," Ned said excitedly. "I can't wait!"

Peter nodded, taking a sip from the cup of coffee in front of him. He loved this little café. "Yep. It's gonna be so cool to go with both of you." He'd been looking forward to Pride all week. It would be his first time going as openly bi, and he wasn't sure whether he was excited or terrified.

MJ smiled. "Nice. Because I had a little idea that I thought the two of you might be interested in."

Peter glanced at Ned, who shrugged. "Alright," he said, turning back to MJ. "What's your idea?"

She smirked. "There is a third person I propose we bring to Pride. But I wanted your approval before I invited him."

"Sure. Who is it?"

MJ's grin widened. "Spider-Man."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "You want to invite Spider-Man?" It was always weird having to refer to himself in the third person. "Why?"

MJ shrugged. "He's an out and proud bisexual superhero. I think a lot of people, especially the teens at Pride, could use that kind of confidence boost."

Peter felt the blood rush to his cheeks, simultaneously embarrassed and flattered. "Oh. Okay."

"Do you have a specific thing you want Spider-Man to do at Pride?" Ned asked.

"I'm glad you brought that up." MJ pulled her sketchbook seemingly out of nowhere and placed it on Peter's desk. "I drew some concept art for what I think Spider-Man should wear."

Peter looked at her sketch. "Don't you think that's a bit flamboyant for a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?"

MJ shrugged. "So what? Sure, Spider-Man is pretty down-to-earth. But if he was going to be flamboyant, wouldn't Pride be the perfect time for him to do it?"

Confidence surged through Peter's veins. "Yeah. You're right."

MJ rolled her eyes, smirking. "Of course I am."

xXx

Tony stared down in disbelief at the picture in his hands. "Parker, you want me to do what to the Iron Spider suit?"

Peter beamed at him. "Just follow the picture. You're the best Mr. Stark! Okay bye now."

Tony sighed as his intern dashed out of the building. "That kid is going to be the death of me."

xXx

"How's the suit?" MJ asked, popping her gum.

Peter smirked, gesturing to the watch on his wrist. "It's ready whenever. And can I say that it looks cool as hell?"

"Of course it does. I designed it."

"I can't wait," Ned added. "You're gonna look so badass, Peter."

Peter laughed. "Well, I don't know about that."

Pride was in full swing around them. Both Peter and MJ had bisexual flags painted on their cheeks, and Ned had a classic rainbow. Peter also had his bisexual flag tied around his neck, and MJ had an ace flag tied in the same way. Ned had turned down wearing a flag as a cape, instead choosing to wear a long-sleeved black shirt with rainbow patches running down the arms.

Time flew by. The trio marched for over an hour, maybe two, before breaking off to go to a drag queen comedy performance, then went to lunch together.

"So there's a concert in about thirty minutes," MJ said as they were leaving the restaurant. "Want to go to that?"

Peter shrugged. "I'm down with whatever."

"As long as it doesn't last too late in the afternoon," Ned pointed out. "Spider-Man is planned for what - 4ish?"

Peter laughed. "Don't worry, Ned. I'm watching the clock." His heart was racing, and he wasn't sure if that was from nerves or from excitement - either way, he couldn't wait.

The concert itself was decent. Peter thought he might have enjoyed it better had he actually known who the band was. Not to mention he was distracted, glancing at his watch so often he couldn't truthfully say he was paying attention. He a made a mental note to look into more of the band's albums later.

"Hey, Peter," MJ said, smirking at him. "It's 4 o'clock."

Peter rolled his eyes. "You guys are really living for this, aren't you?"

"Duh," Ned said, beaming. "Do it, dude!"

Peter laughed. "Alright, alright." He ducked into an empty alleyway - how fitting that the concert had been so close to one. Apparently the universe was rooting for Spider-Man to show some pride.

After making sure no one was around him, Peter crouched behind a dumpster and tapped at his watch. Within seconds the Iron Spider suit rolled out and covered him. He blinked for a moment to adjust to his sharper vision.

Peter then shot a few webs at the side of the building in front of him, getting a running start before swinging up onto the top of it.

He looked down at the crowd below him. The bright colors of a hundred LGBT+ flags filled him with elation and immense confidence. He'd never be able to replicate that feeling.

Peter shot a web at a pole near the crowd, swinging down and around so that he landed on top of it.

"Hey! New York Pride!" he shouted. His suit magnified his voice. A quick glance at his arm revealed that the suit was doing exactly what it was supposed to do - shift through the colors of as many pride flags as possible. "Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is here to remind you that you should never be ashamed of who you are! You are all amazing, beautiful, inspiring people. If it weren't for you guys, then I'd never have been able to feel comfortable expressing myself." As if on cue, the wind picked up, causing his bisexual cape to flutter behind him. "I'm able to be who I am because of this city. Thank you, New York!"

The crowd started cheering, and Peter swung down into the middle of it, managing to hold short conversations with various people before being whisked off to talk with someone else.

He ended up in front of a young boy who had the trans flag painted on both of his cheeks and a pan flag tied around his neck.

"H-Hi," the boy stammered. "I love you, Spider-Man! You're my favorite hero!"

Peter smiled at the kid. He looked to be maybe around 13 or 14. "I'm flattered. Have you been having fun today?"

The kid didn't answer, instead staring intensely at Peter. Finally he blurted out, "Thank you for saving me!"

Peter blinked. "Saving you?"

The boy nodded. "Y-Yes! A few nights ago, my stepfather, he - he kicked me out of the house, and he followed me away, and he... He started hitting me, but then - then you showed up and you saved me!"

Peter was thankful his mask hid his shocked expression. He remembered that encounter all too well. "That was you?"

"Yes. And I live with my aunt now so everything is okay but I just - I just wanted to say thank you."

Peter almost asked why the boy's stepfather had kicked him out, but given that the trans flags on his cheeks were streaked with tears... That told Peter everything he needed to know.

"Hey," Peter said, placing his hands on the kid's shoulders. "I want you to know that you should always be proud of who you are, okay? No matter what anyone tries to tell you, your identity is beautiful." He winked at the boy. "Remember, Spider-Man will always be on your side."

It was no coincidence, Peter figured, that at that moment his suit shifted from the colors of the trans flag to the pan one.

He said goodbye to the boy before swinging up and out of the crowd, high fiving people as he went.

Pride.

It was a funny word, really.

Pride meant a mixture of confidence in oneself and trust in others.

And in that moment, Peter had never been prouder.

xXx

Mr. Stark: quite a stunt you pulled at NY pride today, Mr. Parker

Peter: lol sorry i didn't tell you that was what the suit was for

Mr. Stark: first of all, it was so obvious that was what the suit was for. second, why didn't you tell me? did you think I'd disapprove? kid you know I've been out since the 90s

Peter: I was worried you might think it was too flamboyant for a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man

Mr. Stark: there's no such thing as being too flamboyant. I made a few modifications to my own armor for a trip I myself plan on making to pride tomorrow

Peter: what?! without me, Mr. Stark? how could you

Mr. Stark: Pete. I never said you couldn't go with me

Peter: so I'm invited?!

Mr. Stark: whatever you want, kid

Peter: yesssss tomorrow is gonna be awesome

Mr. Stark: uh huh. Sure.

Peter: :D

Mr. Stark: hey, kid?

Peter: yeah?

Mr. Stark: I'm proud of you. You know that, right?

A single tear fell onto the screen of Peter's phone. Maybe of happiness. Maybe of thanks. Maybe even just of sentiment.

Peter: thank you, sir.

Mr. Stark: but don't get used to the compliments

Mr. Stark: i have a reputation to maintain

Peter: sure, Mr. Stark. sure

Peter put his phone on his dresser, falling backwards onto his bed. The day had been perfect. Even if he had chickened out yet again in confessing his feelings to MJ. But that was okay.

At least he'd made Mr. Stark proud.

Huh.

Peter chuckled to himself.

Maybe he should pull flamboyant stunts more often.

xXx

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