#but i cant find it in me to wake up every 5am to go to the gym when i just wanna get as much sleep when im lucky to finish my studies today

[saeshiraw]

tired girl hours i’m just ranting bcos i don’t have enough time to cry

[wannabelife]

find a way – kth

if only you could find a way to get your relationship back on track. luckly, there's still a short-term fix for you both.

warning: angst and explicit content under the cut !

and there you are again, under him, wherelse? he's deep down inside you, your eyes rolling back as you keep moaning his name.

he has you pinning down on the mattress by the waist. taehyung is fucking you so good that every other worry do not matter anymore.

"tae- oh fuck! feels so good"

he grunts at your words, fucking you senseless. the wet noises filling the room as your bodies meets; your eyes tearing up, both of you sweating from the heat of each other.

"what's that?" he says it bluntly.

"tae, oh my god, please... please"

and then he stops. leaving just his tip inside you, he's panting, but you're desesparate. you are whining nonstop. you finally start crying, you need to cum, you have to cum, this is torture. taehyung tightens the grip on your waist, so you stop moving, leaving red marks on the flash.

"im sorry, sir" you cry out "please, sir, i need to cum, make me cum"

he delivers a harsh slap on your clit and you whimper, your fingers curling from the pleasure that spread goosebumps all over your body. he starts to fuck you again. in a matter of seconds, you are cumming around him. your whole body freezing and letting go with a moan. he helps you ride your high but doesn't stop there.

"already done?" he asks, and you nod repeatedly, looking dumb, making him laugh at you "but im not done yet, be good"

he goes hard on you again. it hurts inside, but shamelessly, you like it. it's even perfect when the pleasure starts to build again. you sob, feeling like it's too much, the overstimulation hitting you so good. you have no shame in screaming, not minding if anyone will hear you.

"such a desesparate slut" he groans, making you clench around him.

his cock twitches inside and you can feel he is close too. taehyung grabs you by the neck, adding a bit of pressure on it, just how you like it. your eyes roll back and you're close again.

"can i cum, sir? please" you are able to say, your voice raspy because of the lack of circulation caused by his hands.

"come on, cum for me"

he leaves your neck to make sure you are in place as he takes an animalistic pace on you. he moans, closer to the release.

your vision gets blurry as you cant control the scream you let out as you're cumming. your legs tremble as you're squirting all over taehyung lower belly and length. he looks at your bodies connected, you clenching nonstop around him.

"fuck-"

he cums with a low moan, his thick cum painting your walls deliciously. he pulls out, a bit of it hitting your clit making you whimper before you're both coming down from the high.

he lays in his bed by your side. a strange feeling lingering in the air, even after the most intimate thing you can have with someone. no one says a thing, both because there's anything to say but also because you dont know what to.

you start to doze off and before you realize you both are deep on sleep.

you wake up in his sheets around 5am, confused on where you are at first. the realization slowly hitting you as you look to the side to see his naked figure fast asleep beside you. he is fucking beautiful and you hate it.

you contemplate for a bit, before quietly getting off his bed. you collect your clothes that are spread all over the floor. you tip toe to the door, messily putting your clothes back on in the living room. when you're done, you get your shoes and keys and leave his house. without a note, nothing behind, just your perfume all over his bed, house and body.

when you get by the front, your eyes meet a heavy rain on the outside. you curse under your breath, adjusting your shoes on your feet.

you take a look before gathering the courage to run home in the rain. just when your body hits the rain, you hear someone behind you.

"yn! yn, where are you going?" taehyung comes after you, running to catch you. his shorts and tank top covering his body now.

you keep going, feeling your heart drop to your stomach just from the sound of his voice. even though it ended, you can't help the effect he still has on you.

you stop, and so does he. the rain having you two already all wet, hiding the tears that came out without warning.

"yn... please..." he begs without even knowing what exactly. he just needs you to love him again, again and again.

you fall completely. tears coming nonstop as you palms your face. you feel him approaching you, bringing your body close to his as he hugs you tightly like he did last night but in a different scene. what did go so wrong for you two? why can things work out for your relationship?

the same spot has you both always coming back. and you dont know what to do after this, it keeps repeating time after time. the same scene as if you were cursed by each other. maybe tomorrow, when that happens again, you will have a solution for those same questions. if only you both could find a way to get back on track.

you won't.

[funkymbtifiction]

hi charity! ive been pretty certain im an enfp for a while, but now ive started thinking about infp. could you give me some thoughts on this info about myself?? sorry for how long this is, i understand if you don't have the time or interest!

i mirror or adapt to the energy of the people around me. i cant really help it. i can be extremely energetic, sweet and bubbly around one person and blunt and dry around someone else.

im bad with details, eg. ill skip proof reading or editing because the process is so tedious.

i find it SO hard to type myself because when i read a description, i cant relate to anything cause i dont know how i act and i cant remember any examples. usually i can convince myself that i act a certain way, and then identify with that type

i have a horrible memory. i forget about my responsibilities, and often ill go on youtube to look up soentjing and then get distracted by something else and forget what i was there for. i also couldn’t remember when my classes were even though i’ve had the same classrooms for 7 months.

I usually do not have very strong opinions and sometimes i dont even have any - a lot of the time i dont know how to feel about things, or i will easily get swayed by outer opinions, for example, my parents are making me attend an art class. Im initially uninterested but whats the harm in learning a new skill, and i shouldnt miss out on any opportunities, right? So i attend the class and i dont like it. I tell my parents i dont like it, but they say “but its so important for you to have fundamental art skills!” and my opinion about it changes, and i continue attending the class. Or maybe my parents will ask me how i feel about it, and i can only say “i dont know”, because in my head im going: it wasnt that fun, but maybe it will be more fun next time! And plus, its important for me to pick up these skills, so i should attend! but i also dont want to go, so im conflicted and cant say anything. but these thoughts dont go clearly through my head, its all very muffled and confusing, so i cant say them out loud.

but then again, i have very strong passions and goals and dreams! and i know what kind of movies i like and stuff and i usually like to watch similar kinds of movies of genres that i like.

and on that note, i have pretty big drrams of getting famous LOL and i also have very high expectations, and i can get very disappointed if they arent met.

i feel that i don’t look back on the past often, i am usually looking towards the future.

but i also feel like i don’t “daydream” as much as intuitives are supposed to. i definitely do, but i feel like i don’t do it that much?? actually i’m not so sure anymore i’m confusing myself LOL actually i think my brain is just dead all the time but when i do daydream it feels very real

im very disorganised, i cannot keep things tidy for the life of me

sometimes i will go into phases where i wont be lazy or disprganised but it doesnt last for very long

i can be hard working with things i like, for example i had a period where i was waking up at 5am before school every morning to make videos, but ive fallen out of my routine cause ive lost sight of my goal.

hi charity! ive been pretty certain im an enfp for a while, but now ive started thinking about infp. could you give me some thoughts on this info about myself?? sorry for how long this is, i understand if you don't have the time or interest!

i mirror or adapt to the energy of the people around me. i cant really help it. i can be extremely energetic, sweet and bubbly around one person and blunt and dry around someone else. <- this rules out Fi-dom. IFPs don't do this, since they are not attuned to other people's energies. It also suggests an attachment type core (9).

im bad with details, eg. ill skip proof reading or editing because the process is so tedious. <- this isn't tert-Si

i find it SO hard to type myself because when i read a description, i cant relate to anything cause i dont know how i act and i cant remember any examples. usually i can convince myself that i act a certain way, and then identify with that type <- Ne-dom/inferior Si and 9-ness.

i have a horrible memory. i forget about my responsibilities, and often ill go on youtube to look up soentjing and then get distracted by something else and forget what i was there for. i also couldn’t remember when my classes were even though i’ve had the same classrooms for 7 months. <- inferior Si

I usually do not have very strong opinions and sometimes i dont even have any - <- ENFP 9

a lot of the time i dont know how to feel about things, or i will easily get swayed by outer opinions... <- Ne-dom 9 (going along with stuff you don't want to do to keep the peace with your parents)

but then again, i have very strong passions and goals and dreams! and i know what kind of movies i like and stuff and i usually like to watch similar kinds of movies of genres that i like. <- some Fi

and on that note, i have pretty big drrams of getting famous LOL and i also have very high expectations, and i can get very disappointed if they arent met. <- Ne-dom and 1 wing confirmed

i feel that i don’t look back on the past often, i am usually looking towards the future. <- inferior Si

im very disorganised, i cannot keep things tidy for the life of me. sometimes i will go into phases where i wont be lazy or disprganised but it doesnt last for very long i can be hard working with things i like, for example i had a period where i was waking up at 5am before school every morning to make videos, but ive fallen out of my routine cause ive lost sight of my goal. <- weak Te

ENFP 9w1.

[dear-happypills]

me: why am i so depressed

always. like, its not getting better...

happypills: you look fine to meh yooo. you look super star.

me: -_-;; i lost confidence in your support a long time ago.

sigh*

happypills: no, but really... i mean, i was asking my friend and his Host's, Jasons i think, situation just..... SUCKS.

like, living in a war torn country... like, you know?

like,.... just surviving.... to literally stay alive

compared to tthhhatt.... id say were doing pretty swell???

me: wait.... you have friends? what friend???

happypills: umm... my friend happypills.

me: wtf.... so when you say Host, does that mean i am your Host??? like how this other happypills is to this jason???

happypills: woww.... youre really not seeing the bigger picture here. all im saying is that you have a home, stable job, food on the table, money coming in....

me: ... and coming out because of all the shit you spend....

happypills: SEEE. why cant you focus on the positive. others think youre doing fineeee.

me: BUT.... IM NOT.

im not ...........

im stifled in anxiety for.... anything and everything... like im barely getting by each thing, every day.

... i..... wake up at night.

and think about some random shit -- past, present, future...

and i obsess over it. FOR HOURS.

and because i cant get sleep because of that, the next day i go to bed at like 8pm. but that turns to 12am .... just thinking. and lying on the bed. for 4 hours.

then i wake up around 1:30am... and do the same thing.

and turns to 4am.

and then at 5am im awake.... and go to work.

and rinse and repeat.

FOR WHAT??? like what???? i do all this just to survive too...

happypills: yea..... BUT i was speaking of surviving in terms of like... a bomb might drop ... and you lose a limb.

surviving like,.... youre starving.

surviving like,.... like someone might just bust into your place and rape you -- legit dick in butt type rape.

surviving like.... do i need to go on?

me: oh, so jason can afford happypills, but hes starving... thats me too. Bleh, ANYWAYS,... anyways,

i UNDERSTAND. but,.................. im drowning.

im....

in paralysis...

to a point where i cant go out of my home, aside from the routine i have of going to work and buying cigarettes.

happypills: ... yea, you really need to stop spending money on postmates.... and you tell me that i spend all your money??? just go out and buy McDonalds....

me: ...................................

.as i was saying....

i ..... am in paralysis. i .... cant ... explain it either. its anxiety... its depression. its stress. its ....

happypills: you just need to go out and meet some people???

me: UGH. you sound like everyone else; youre not listening...

i cant. just do that.... i dont know how to put something new into a routine ive made so that i can afford shit for myself....

JUST TO SURVIVE.

you know....

when i was in college, and students would take leaves for like a year or two.... or take a break from work and travel for a few months...

or something. to pause and change the pace.

that was never an option for me....

because the entire time....

i just want to survive. and get by. and if i took a break, the anxiety of falling behind...

would just get me to keep running....

happypills: oh jeez, its not like you have a PhD... or are a CEO.... or President... chillout

me: im not saying im climbing up... nor do i even want that.

i just.... need to keep a routine going.

a routine where i can exist.

because when it ends.

i dont rest,... but am anxious about not running...

so i forcefully, and barely, find a new routine.... and then run again, and run faster because of this fear of not being able to adapt....

and another cycle again. each time, worse and more difficult than before....

you know what i mean????

like.....yea, as you say, i know im not at immenent threat of being raped... but

i am just surviving....

....with this depression.

ugh........................................

..........................................idk..

i shouldve just.... taken a leave.

....

.

and never come back....

happypills: ....................................

.......................................

YEAaaaHHhHhhhhhhhh.......... ...................

BUT im still not really getting this surviving thing..

i mean compared to jaso..............

me: fuck you.

- happypills

[mysteryartisticwriter]

The Siren // Jack Kline X Reader

A/N: I really wish they did more with sirens because they were some of my favorite monsters and mine would honestly take the form of Tom Holland lmfao. I got this amazing request so I hope you guys enjoy!

TAKES PLACE MIDDLE OF SEASON 13 (CAS IS ALIVE AND JACK IS WITH THEM)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW

Requested: Yes // hello there! so you remember sirens that could take the form of your perfect guy or whatever? do you think you could write something where me and the boys are hunting a siren and it takes the form of jack?? if you cant then it’s completely fine! thx!!

Warnings: Blood, dead ugly body, almost killing the jackaboy

Not my gif!! (Please tell me if you, the owner, would like me to take the gif down!)

-

The hunt was supposed to be quick and painless. Nothing to worry about. A siren had gone loose in a town in Wyoming so the five of you went to go after it.

You’ve only encountered a siren once before and it was not pretty. The victim almost sliced you in half because of it, but luckily Sam managed to finish it off.

This time, it was not so easy. The last victim was already dead so the boys sent you out as bait to lure in the monster, much to Jack’s dismay.

“I don’t understand why (Y/n) must act as bait. Can’t we just use another method?” Jack asked.

Dean sighed. “Listen kid, (Y/n) willingly chose to be bait. It isn’t gonna take long so just calm down.”

“It’s okay, Jack.” You smiled to him. “I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

Hesitantly, your best friend went along with it.

The plan was that you would head into a bar and wait there for an attractive person to approach you, that being the siren, then you would lure it out to an alleyway so the boys could kill it.

It was going pretty well so far. The bar was filled with several people but no one (besides a couple of dudes) had come up to you yet. You sighed as you downed your third shot of the night.

You took out your phone and began to text the boys - who waited outside - that the siren was probably not even at the bar. The whole night practically being a waste.

But a tap on your shoulder got your attention so you turned to find Jack standing there.

“Hello (Y/n).” He had his regular cute smile.

“Jack? What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be waiting with the guys outside?” You asked him, confused.

Jack just lightly chuckled.

“I was but...I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Wait for what?”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you but I didn’t want to say it in front of the others.”

“Whatever it is, you can tell me. We’re best friends, remember?”

“That’s what I want to change. I’m-I’m in love with you, (Y/n). I want to spent the rest of my life with you and live every single moment with you!” He confessed.

You were definitely shocked to say the least. Jack was always your best friend, someone you could always count on forever but...a part of you thought you two could always be more.

“Jack...I-I don’t even know what to say...” You trailed off, trying to find the right words to explain how you felt.

“You don’t need to say anything.”

With that, Jack leaned forward and connected your two pairs of lips together. You closed your eyes and tugged on his shirt to bring him even closer to you.

Jack surprised you by pushing his tongue into your mouth. You were startled but instantly replied back by doing the same thing to him. Your kiss only lasted for a few moments but you wanted it to last forever, you basically whined when he released your lips.

Jack chuckled. “We can do more of that after this, okay?”

You nodded, dreamily.

“But there’s one more thing left to do. And I need you to finish it before we live the rest of our lives together.” Jack’s eyes were serious.

“Anything. I’ll make sure everything is perfect for us, Jack.” You told him.

“You still need to kill the siren. Don’t worry, the others tracked him down but you need to kill it before it kills me or you.” Jack held your hands in his own. “You love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then you have to kill the siren. It’ll look just like me but don’t be fooled, it’s just the siren playing tricks on you! And if you need to, get rid of anyone who stands in the way.”

You nodded numbly at every word he was saying, your mind still wrapped around the love of your life.

“I will, Jack. I’ll kill the siren and everyone else who stands in the way of our love!”

-

Jack, Castiel and the Winchesters waited for any text to indicate that you were leaving the bar or anything of the siren.

Jack stood impatiently in his spot, worried about you.

“We shouldn’t have let her go in there alone. One of us should have stayed with her.” Jack said anxiously.

“(Y/n) can take care of herself, I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.” Sam tried to comfort him.

Jack was about to reply when he saw you exiting the bar. You turned into the alleyway you were supposed to lead the siren to but no one else followed. Concerned, Jack went after you and ignored the calls from his father and friends.

Once he saw you, Jack called out, “(Y/n)!”

You slowly turned around and saw Jack- or the siren as you thought.

“I was very worried about you. You were in there for almost two hours and 38 minutes so I was afraid something happened to you. Where is the siren?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, siren.” You sneered at him.

“What? I’m not the-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you lunged at Jack with your bronze dagger. You went to stab him again but he kept managing to dodge all of your attacks.

You began to grow angry and frustrated with him. You just wanted to kill it and go on with your life with Jack. But the siren/Jack was not letting you have it.

By now, the three older men had caught up to you two and Cas managed to push you away.

“Cas, what are you doing? I need to kill the siren!” You exclaimed, feeling betrayed by your friend.

“That is not the siren. You are infected by the siren’s venom. Snap out of it!”

“Oh, I’m afraid she really can’t.”

The four men turned to see the siren as Jack at the end of the alleyway. He was smirking and the real Jack growled at the imposter.

“Kill them, (Y/n). So we can finally be safe and together.” The siren said softly.

You nodded with determination and began to charge towards Cas and Jack while the two brothers took care of the siren.

You continued to try to stab and kill Jack without even realizing it. Almost coming close several times. Jack just blocked and dodged your attacks, not wanting to hurt you with his powers.

“(Y/n)! It’s me, Jack!”

“Liar! You can’t trick me!”

You slashed your knife to him again, cutting the front of his shirt. It was a big cut but luckily, there was no blood.

“Jack!” Jack turned to Dean. “We need her blood!”

Nodding to elder Winchester, Jack blocked one more knife swipe at him and captured your wrist in his hand. As much as he didn’t want to, Jack put two fingers to your forehead.

“I’m sorry.” He said as you fell back to the cement.

Castiel took your broze dagger and cut open your palm to take a good amount of your blood. He then tossed the dagger to Dean, and with Sam holding down the siren, it didn’t take long for Dean to kill the siren at last.

After he was sure it was dead, Jack set two fingers to your head again to wake you. As you came to, you held your head in your hands, a minor headache came as you tried to sit up. Jack helped you stand as your mind came back to its original haze.

“Are you alright?” Jack asked.

“Besides being a little confused, I think I’m okay.” You smiled lightly.

“The siren had infected you when it took the form of Jack. I presume you understand the rest?” Cas began to explain.

You winced a bit at the memories that came flooding back.

“At least I didn’t do too much damage on the two of you...right?”

“Welp, maybe a good dinner and some rest at the motel with be good for all of us. I’m thinking of burgers!” Dean suggested.

“You always want burgers.” Sam began to tell Dean as the two of them left the alleyway.

“I will dispose of the siren’s body. I will meet you at the motel.” Cas said, the sound of wings flying and the gross, dried up siren body was gone.

You and Jack stood together in the alleyway in silence, not really knowing what to say.

“You love me?” Jack questioned out of the blue.

You hesitated before answering. “Yes, I do. Or, at least I think I do.”

“What do you mean?”

“Before the siren, I was confused on how I felt towards you before I loved having as you as a best friend but I also felt something more than that. I was afraid to tell you because, well...relationships in this life aren’t exactly the greatest.”

You turned away from Jack until he took your shoulders by his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. You sunk into the kiss right away, almost just like with the siren but this time, the kiss felt different; more real.

The kiss was simple and sweet, nothing like whatever you did with the monster. You could feel almost all your worries melt away.

Jack pulled away and leaned his forehead against your own. You were grinning like crazy and your heart was bursting inside. Although you couldn’t see or feel it, Jack’s was doing the same.

“I was confused too. When you volunteered to be the bait, I was scared and new feelings came to me. I now know what those feelings are now.”

“And what are those feelings?”

You already knew the answer, but you just wanted to hear it. Jack’s piercing eyes stared back into yours.

“Love.”

-

A/N: I just randomly wrote this on the spot at almost 5am hahahaha death, saty home and safe loves!

Lemme know if you wanna be tagged in my Supernatural stories!

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[narnie3313]

Let Me Burn-Chapter 3

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Eventual Smut

Warnings: Language, Violence, Explicit,etc….

Summary: The moment you saw those piercing eyes in the corner of the club, you knew you were hooked. There was never a question about it…You knew this man would burn you, yet you embraced the flames.

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Chapter 1  |  Chapter 2  |  Chapter 3

Grabbing your wrist and pulling you from the chair, he leads you into the large kitchen.  

“What do you want to eat?” He asks, standing you on the other side of the kitchen island as he walked around to the stove and began pulling pots out of the cupboard beside him.

“Um…I don’t know? I eat kind of everything but I’m not hungry.”

“You have to eat. I didn’t see you eat at the club and that was over 6 hours ago now so I’m sure you’re hungry but just got distracted by the ……events…of tonight.”

6 hours? Shit, what time is it? You turn around to look out the floor to ceiling windows lining the apartment. The faintest break of light on the horizon signalling that he was indeed right and it was dawn. In under 12 hours your whole world had been flipped…but…had it really? He said you could go home, back to your normal day to day. But you didn’t really want that did you? You liked the excitement, the fear of the unknown. It was like a drug. You knew you should turn around, say thank you and bye to the man behind you, but you just….couldn’t. What would going back do? You’d continue your life of work, eat, sleep, drink and repeat while knowing that there was a whole other world around you that could offer you excitement. Could you pretend not to know about it? Could you pretend like this guy wasn’t going to be in your mind constantly? You barely knew anything about him but you couldn’t walk away from him. Why? What was it about him?  

“Did your mother teach you to cook?” You ask, turning back to lean on the bench, watching Dabi expertly flipping vegetables in a wok.

“No. My mother wasn’t really that kind of person. She tried to be but my father kind of broke her.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You notice that his expression doesn’t falter at all except a slight twitch of…anger?...when he mentions his father.

“Why? Were you around influencing those situations?”

“Well no but I’m sure that those kinds of situations aren’t easy on kids.”

“They weren’t but I survived. I came out the other side of my father with a new purpose. A new outlook. One that not a lot of people share. That’s why I joined the group I did. A lot of them share the same views.”

“And what view is that?” You ask curiously.

“That, dollface, is a question for another day.” He says turning around and emptying the wok into 2 bowls. He slides one and a pair of chopsticks to you and you thank him, taking a seat and beginning to eat. “What about you? What do you do?”

“I’m a personal assistant. Nothing exciting but it pays the bills.”

“Who to?”

“Hmm?” You hum questioningly, pushing the food around with the chopsticks.

“Who’s personal assistant are you?” He asks, placing food between his bi-coloured lips.

“Yori Kondo. He’s the CEO of Kondo electronics. I’m the senior PA but I also have a relief PA who does the job for me when I take time off or have my days off, like tomorrow. Well,” gesturing to the dawn light streaming through the windows, “I guess today.”

“So you don’t work today?”

“No. I have Saturday and Tuesdays off most weeks unless someone is sick and needs me.”

“Sounds like a good job.” He says as he finishes his food. Turning his head, he cocks a brow at you, noticing you’ve barely eaten. “You really should eat.”

“Oh…yeah.” You say and start eating and resume talking between mouthfuls. “It’s not a bad job. The boss does have a bit of a temper but I guess that’s normal in a high stress position.”

Dabi washes his bowl and puts his hand out to collect yours when he notices you’re finished.

“Ok. So, what now?” You ask nervously.

“Well I don’t know about you but I’m tired so I plan on going to sleep. You know where the tv is and the kitchen and bathroom. Feel free to explore…or leave. It’s up to you really.” He speaks as he moves from across the counter to walk behind you, stopping and placing an absurdly warm hand on your hip. He leans down and kisses your neck and you can’t stop the moan that leaves your lips and you close your eyes as a reflex as his lips graze your skin up to your earlobe and feel his tongue flick at your ear. “Or you could come to bed with me, princess.”

Oh the things you wanted this man to do to you. The shivers that were sent through your body at the nickname that just rolled off his tongue and the heat of his breath joined by the cold of his piercings. This guy will be the death of me for sure.  

Turning around and sliding off the chair with your hand on his chest, you lean up and kiss his neck. Two can play this game. “As tempting as that is, the answer is no.” You say and begin walking to the lounge room to turn on the tv. You don’t dare turn around to see the look on his face as you sit down on the couch and flick the tv on. You hear his slow steps as he saunters off into the bedroom pushing the door closed. Sighhh. It’s been so long and he’s so damn alluring….Giving yourself a pat on the back for your restraint, you flick through channels until you land on a news outlet reporting on the club.  

“Reports say that at around 5am this morning, a passerby noticed the charred insides of this prestigious nightclub through the destroyed door. No one knows exactly what happened but it seems that the fire that was inside burned at temperatures in excess of 1500 degrees Celsius. It is presumed to be the work of a notorious villain gang, the name of which is still unknown but fits the M.O. More information to come.”

You switch the tv off and sit there hugging your knees to your chest. Why can’t you bring yourself to go? You know you should. He’s dangerous. He’s almost definitely killed people. There’s no way he hasn’t if he’s in a villain gang. He didn’t even know you and yet he excluded you from the attack. No matter what he says, he could be crazy. He could be keeping you as a plaything. He could be keeping you to hostage you or torture you. None of this makes sense. Why was he so magnetic to you? It was like something had changed your perception of him, but how? Why? That’s not his quirk so it couldn’t have been him. But why would he even go to lengths like that for someone he didn’t know at all? Was he feeling the same thing? Sure he flirted with you and given the chance, you’re positive he would plow you into the nearest surface, but was he feeling the same pull to you as you are to him? Or did he just want to keep you around to dick you down?  

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you stand and walk to the kitchen. Searching every cupboard until you find a glass, you fill it with water and drink. Thinking about this is hurting my head. You rinse the glass and place it on the white bench top and walk towards the window facing the bright city. You can spot a few signs that you recognize meaning you would be able to find your way to them and then find your way home since you’re sure since this part of town is so empty, there’s a slim to none chance there’s any taxis around. Even if you cant bring yourself to leave him, you need some stuff from your apartment…like your own clothes. You grab your bag and head towards the door. I’ll be back before he even wakes up. I’m sure he won’t mind me leaving the door unlocked so I can get back in. You click the ground floor button as you enter the elevator and wait out the dings of every other floor before coming to a stop as the doors open. You walk out the same side door you’d come in and head out to the street. Turning around to take note of the address, what the building looked like and how to get back to here, you begin walking in the direction of the city. You had somewhat mapped out the neighbouring blocks from Dabis place so you could find your way.  

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Opening the door to your apartment felt…odd. Less than 12 hours you’d been at Dabis and it already had you feeling like nowhere else was home anymore. This is fucking crazy. What the hell is happening to you? You try to ignore the web of thoughts in your brain and head to your bedroom to pack a bag of clothes, get changed and pack your toiletries. Once that was done, you went to the kitchen to grab your medications and your expensive teas. Just one of your little guilty pleasures. Like hell I’m leaving them. Shoving them in the packed duffle bag, you head back out to the street and call a taxi to take you back to Dabi. Dabis apartment….not the man…just the apartment.  

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Walking back into Dabis apartment, you gently placed your duffle bag on the ground near the door and walked into the kitchen to find Dabi sitting at the breakfast bench with his head in his hands. The trip to your place had taken a little longer than planned and it was now just after 10am. When he heard your footsteps round the corner, his head shot up, eyes wide as he drank in the sight of you like he hadn’t seen you in years. He begins to speak, his tone different than you’d heard just hours before.  

“I thought you must have left.”

Has he been sitting here since I left? Did the elevator wake him…?

You suddenly feel self conscious and cross one arm across your body and hold your elbow. “I did. I went to my place to get some clothes and stuff.”

“….I didn’t think you’d come back.”

You take a few silent steps towards him. “Why?”

“Why what?” He says, standing up, not taking his eyes off you.

Taking a few more steps towards him, “Why did you think I wouldn’t come back?”

He closes the distance between you with 2 large steps and stands as close to you as humanly possible without touching you and looks down at you. “Because you know who I am. Most people would have ran to the cops.”

Looking up to those same entrancing eyes, “Well I didn’t.”

“That’s what makes you so intriguing.” He leans down and places his lips on your hairline, then, all too soon, walks off behind you and back into the bedroom, pushing the door almost closed behind him.

What the hell just happened….? Was he…scared? …..What…. For the hundredth time in the last few hours, you’re confused yet again.

Author Note: Well...that’s chapter 3! I hope you enjoyed! I’m working on Chapter 4 now and should have it done in a few days! 

[straykidz888]

Insomnia

Gif by huiracha! (I still cant figure out how to tag it from the post, I’m so bad with technology 😂)

A/N: so this was based off a dream I had and I am literally such a bad writer so I hope you guys don’t mind that but I thought I’d share what dream I had a while back about me and Chan with insomnia! (I have it really bad personally so I think my brain sparked that and connected the two of us 😂) but I hope you enjoy it! I’m also trying to figure out how to get the ‘read more’ on here but since I don’t have a laptop idk if I can do it, but I’ll figure that out 😂

Genre: FLUFFYYYY! With a little bit on sensual touches but nothing too drastic

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“I’m so uncomfortable.” I say in my head, having woken up from probably about one hour of sleep from yet another sleepless night, the insomnia kicking in hard, that one hour of sleep will probably be the best I’ll get for a good few hours.

I shuffle around in bed, moving the duvet off me and I turn to try and feel out for my boyfriend, but when I feel the empty space that was filled with his presence the last I remember, I frown.

“He’s probably unable to sleep...” I say to myself tiredly, a tired that will subside soon.

I decide to get up and head through towards the kitchen, I had one of my boyfriends many large black t-shirts on with a normal pair of pyjama shorts, I walked out to find my boyfriend, Chan, sitting at the kitchen table, and he catches sight of me when I walk in.

“Can’t sleep?” We both ask each other at the exact same time, it makes us both laugh.

“Me either.” I smile and walk up to Chan and he moves so he’s fully facing me, I place my hands on his shoulders and he places his arms around my waist.

“That one hour was good but not good enough.” I tell him and he chuckles.

“You didn’t even sleep for that long, I think it’s been about twenty minutes.” Chan tells me and I groan.

“No wonder it did me no good.” I pout and he chuckles softly, pulling me closer to him.

Chan’s insomnia was worse than mine, with insomnia having several levels, his had to be one of the worst, while he often couldn’t get any sleep at all and would literally be running on the dust of fumes he had left, I was a little luckier in terms that I got to sleep easier a bit more often, but Chan has so much going on in his life and with the music making and watching all eight boys making sure they’re alright he is just constantly stressed about something which makes him worse for sleep.

“Are you in the state of there is not even a chance you could get to sleep?” I ask him, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Yeah... I just know I’m not gonna get to sleep so it feels kind of pointless to try... I might fall asleep in the car ride to Music Bank tomorrow but... what can you do...” Chan shrugs, sighing sadly, it makes me so upset that I know this really gets on his nerves but he can’t do anything really while he’s working almost 24 hours for seven days a week, how he would wake up at 5AM to leave and come back at 1AM the next day just to do the same process.

“Anything I can do for you?” I ask him, leaning my hands up into his hair and caressing it slowly, running through the ash grey locks through my fingers.

“No I’m okay, you should get back to bed though, if you managed to get some sleep you might be able to get a little more.” Chan smiles at me and I smile at him.

“Only if you come back with me, I don’t like not having you there, cause then we can’t suffer together.” I pout but then give him a cheeky smile, he rolls his eyes and laughs softly.

“Alright, go on ahead I’ll meet you in the room.” Chan says and I nod my head, leaning forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek before running back through to our shared bedroom, getting up on the bed and sitting down on it, I lean over and turn on the side lamp just to let me see him when he walks in.

It takes a few minutes later for Chan to actually get back to the room, assuming he was taking a drink before he came through, he smiles at me as he closes the door behind him and he walks over to the bed, sitting down on the other side, he then looks over at me who’s eyes had followed him this entire way.

“Hi.” I smile happily, he grins.

“Hello.” He smiles softly.

“I love you, by the way just to let you know.” I giggle and he chuckles, I could tell he was tired but he just couldn’t get any sleep at all.

“I love you too.” He says and he touches the side of my jaw and leaned over and kissed my lips softly, I smile into the soft kiss and I place my hand on his neck and kiss him back, but soon enough we pulled away from each other.

“You’re so handsome.” I grin at him with a cheeky smile and he chuckles and leans over into my ear, his thick accent running through my ears and he whispers.

“And you are so damn beautiful.” I feel the shivers running through my body as he whispers that and I grin.

“Do you wanna try to sleep again?” He asks me as he places a hand on my waist.

“Yeah, but will you stay with me? You don’t have to stay the whole night if you can’t get to sleep but just until I’m properly asleep...” I ask him unsure of how he will take that question because he might almost feel jealous about it.

“Yeah of course, I’ll stay by your side.” He smiles at me and I nod my head.

“Thank you.” I smile at him and peck his lips once more and I lean over to turn off the light and then I turn to him and he brings his arms to my waist and I nuzzle into his clothed chest and hold him close to me.

The two of us lay together and our breathing is all you can hear in the room, I place my ear to his chest and I can hear his heartbeat, thump thump, thump thump.

“Are you okay?” Chan asks me softly and I nod my head.

“Yeah, I’m focusing on your heartbeat rather than my breathing.” I say, often my trouble with sleep was that I was focusing to hard on my breathing and would start to panic if I wasn’t getting enough oxygen in my lungs, it was silly really but I just kept getting myself panicked.

“Good good, just focus on my heart beating for you.” Chan says and I can hear the smile on his face in his sentence, I smile and caress his waist.

“I love you so much, I wish I could do more for you.” I frown and he takes a deep breath.

“Sorry... I know I’m such a pain... it sucks not being able to sleep, something is just wrong with me...” Chan sniffs and I widen my eyes and sit up to (barely) see his eyes starting to tear up, I shake my head and hold him by the cheeks softly.

“Baby no, nothing is wrong with you, you’re just stressed is all, you’re always working and your body clock is just all out of whack, there is nothing wrong with you Channie, there is absolutely nothing is wrong with you, if there was then something would be wrong with me!” I say and he laughs a little, a pathetic little laugh as he’s still half crying.

“Sorry, It’s just so frustrating, I want to try so many things but I just know none of them will work.” He says and I furrow my eyebrows, nodding along with what he says.

“Well you know whatever you want to try I’ll always be here working along with you, whatever you wanna try, I’ll help you with it and I’ll go through it with you, and whatever you need, I’m with you.” I smile at him and he smiles happily.

“I don’t deserve you.” He whispers and I laugh.

“Please, I don’t deserve a god like you, you’re to good for me, I still don’t know how I landed a guy like you.” I comment and giggle, he rolls his eyes at me.

“Excuse me? You’re my guardian angel I don’t deserve you, I need you but I don’t deserve you.” Chan laughs and I giggle.

“So we need each other but don’t deserve each other, makes sense.” I grin and he chuckles.

“Of course.” Chan chuckles, he then suddenly flips me down onto my back and gets on top of me and I giggle as he places his hands into mine before leaning down to kiss me again, our hands come together and our fingers lace between each other, he kisses me passionately and I giggle against him.

“Hey, we were talking about ways to help me get to sleep.” He says while wriggling his eyebrows at me and I roll my eyes.

“You know that’s just gonna make you more awake if anything.” I tell him and squeeze his hand softly.

“Worth a shot.” He shrugs his shoulders and I grin.

“I just forget how cute you look in my t-shirts.” He tells me with his soft voice, and I still love his accent running through every single word.

“You’re welcome for the reminder.” I tell him and he chuckles.

“Thanks.” He snickers, leaning down to kiss me again, he places his hands downwards and onto my thighs and slowly up inside my shirt to my waist, my hands move through his strands of hair and grip it lightly.

We both have a heated make out session for a good while before we both pull away and he gets off me and lies down beside me.

“Well that’s what you need to fall asleep.” I say and giggle, Chan chuckles and brings me back to his chest and I grin to myself wrapping my arms back round his waist once again placing my ear back to his chest to listen to his heartbeat again.

“I love you, I know we have said that like eight hundred times tonight but sometimes I feel like I don’t say it enough to you.” Chan whispers softly, I smile happily and I place my finger on his torso, caressing his chest softly.

“I love you too, and you don’t have to say it all the time for me to know, I know how you feel towards me, if you suddenly changed your mind, then I’d want you to tell me that you fell out of love with me.” I tell him and he laughs.

“Sure but that won’t be happening any time soon so I hope you’re okay with that?” Chan asks me.

“Yeah fully okay with that thanks.” I giggle.

I start to feel a little more tired as the minutes go along and when Chan starts to play with my hair again it starts to make me feel even more sleepy.

“I’m... falling asleep Channie.” I whisper to him softly, he kisses my head.

“I’m feeling pretty sleepy myself, that’s all thanks to you.” Chan says and I smile and kiss his chest.

“Or your body just said you’re tired tonight now.” I tell him and he chuckles, and I smile feeling the vibrations through his chest.

“Thank you baby, for being amazing.” Chan whispers and I look up at him with a smile, he leans down to kiss me softly before we move back to our original positions.

“Night night Channie.” I whisper, holding him as close as I can to me.

“Night night baby.” He whispers, and slowly I started to fall asleep as I focused on his heartbeat once again, I just hoped he would get to sleep, I would only find out tomorrow morning, I hope you get to sleep for a little while my love Chan.

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I hope you guys liked it, as I say I’m really not a good writer so it was probably terrible but I hope it was okay for you guys! 😂💚 I’ll probably delete this later omg but yeah I hope you all enjoy it hahahah

[cmncisspnandmore]

Late nights; Spencer Reid x Reader.

AN: I wrote this on a whim, i thought we could all use some angst and fluff in our lives. Requests are open and so is my taglist! 

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You tried to keep your eyes open as the clock turned from 3:34 am to 3:35 am. Spencer had called you earlier promising you that he was going to be home from a case soon. You thought soon meant he was going to be home in a few hours. He had called at 7:46 pm, and now as the wee hours of the morning started creep up at you, you were struggling to stay awake. You were perched on the couch, your laptop resting on your lap as your latest newspaper article open on the screen.

You stretch back, and your elbows pop, you had finished the article a little over an hour ago and you had spent the last hour trying to edit the article, trying to keep yourself awake. You didn't usually wait up for Spence, but he had sounded pretty distraught over the case when he called.

Pushing your hair back, you place your laptop on the couch and stand up. A yawn escaping as you shuffle into the kitchen and turn on the coffee pot. The machine whirs to life and the faint sound of the water starting to heat up is music to your ears. You open the coffee machine and take out the old filter and replace it with another, and grab the coffee grounds out of the cabinet above it. You put a few scoops in the filter and shut it. You replace the coffee pot and press brew.

The alluring aroma fills the kitchen, and you busy your tired mind with finding the perfect mug to hold the magic bean juice. You settle on a mug you got Spencer for Christmas last year, he hadn’t found the joke funny but you sure did. It was a black mug that said “Don't worry my wife is a reporter, everything is documented.”

When Spencer had unwrapped the mug at Christmas time he innocently asked why anyone would be worried that you were a reporter. When you tried to explain it to him, telling him that they it meant no one should mess with him, he explained that it would be stupid of someone because he was FBI. Ultimately it had ruined the joke, but he still proudly used the mug whenever it was in the cabinet.

You grab the creamer from the fridge and walk back over to the coffee pot and pull it from the stand, you pour yourself some and replace the pot back on the warmer. You add in the cream and sugar, and stir it with a spoon. Dropping the spoon in the sink you, you take your coffee cup to the couch and decide to turn on the tv, you close your laptop making sure to save your work.

You settle on an episode of Friends, you had forced Spencer to watch friends with you when you two first got together and surprisingly the genius had loved the show. Since then it had become a common occurrence in your household to watch it curled up on the couch together. Spencer would even recite his favorite lines from the show in your ear softly.

You sipped on your coffee and after an episode your cup was empty, but you still felt sluggish. You place the cup on the coffee table that held more books than you could count and rest your head on your hand. Your legs tucked up under you and your other arm across your stomach in attempt to keep warm, as all the blankets in your house were too far away, to be bothered. Within a few moment you drift off and welcome the peaceful embrace of sleep.

It’s 4:42 when Dr. Spencer Reid walks through his apartment door, and sets his keys and bag down on the table by the door. He locks the door behind him and makes sure to slide the chain across. After the case he had, all he wants to do is curl up next to you and get some well needed rest.

Spencer walks into the kitchen where the coffee pot is still bubbling away on the countertop, the half full pot of coffee still being kept warm by the heating plate. He walks over and switches off the trusty coffee pot. He turns off the kitchen light and makes his way towards the living room where the tv is asking if you are still watching. He looks down at the couch and sees you curled up in a ball, an empty coffee cup set on the table in front of you.

You looked peaceful and Spencer doesn’t want to wake you to ask you to come to bed, so he opts to carry you instead. He leans down and gently lifts you bridal style into his arms. You stir slightly and Spencer freezes, he knows you fallen asleep waiting for him. You did it every time he was away as a particularly hard case. This time it took longer to get home, he had called you when the jet had taken off but they had to touch down and wait out a storm before they could finish the trip back to the BAU. So instead of being home at midnight, he got home at almost 5am.

Spencer makes his way to your shared bedroom and gently places you on your side of the bed and kisses your forehead gently. You softly sigh and turn over into the pillows and Spencer makes his way to the ensuite and starts the shower. He strips and steps into the hot shower, as he stands under the stream he can’t help the cascade of tears that start down his face. The case he was on hit close to home. A guys wife was murdered because she was working as lead reporter on a news story, and her entire team had been taken out. The Unsub was caught in the end, JJ and Morgan’s quick actions caught the guy going after a reporter from a different station.

The entire time Spencer was working the case his thoughts kept creeping back towards you. His wife, a newspaper reporter, someone who wrote about all the horrible events going on in the world so the general public would be aware of what’s going on. He kept thinking that at any point it could be you. Someone could go after you because you got stuck with the wrong story, with the wrong people and he could lose you.

He knew that you were a little more equipped to deal with someone attacking you. Spencer promised the day he stumbled into your office on accident and you smiled and invited him in for a cup of coffee. That nothing bad would ever happen to you. From the moment you smiled and joked about it being his lucky day, that you were looking for a stranger to buy coffee that he would keep you safe. He kept his promise, after a few dates and a few nights spent at his place. He took you to the shooting range and taught you how to shoot a gun. You and Spencer took self defense classes together and he always made sure to quiz you on how to get out of certain situations.

But even with everything that Spencer has taught you he cant help but feel like those reporters were you. He watched as the husband of the latest victim fell to his knees when they told him they found her body. He watched as he positively identified the body of his wife.

Your eyes open and you realize that you aren't in the same place you were before, there is a soft light coming from the bathroom that is off of your bedroom. Your heart leaps, Spencer must be home. You climb out of bed and softly knock on the door, “Spence?”

You push the door open slightly, and step into the steam filled bathroom. “Y/n, did i wake you up?” He asks, the glass shower door is steamed up and foggy. He uses his hand to clear some of the fog and peeks out at you, you can see through the watery glass that his eyes are bloodshot and sunken.

“No. I woke up on my own, please get out of the shower so i can hug you.” you frown and grab a fluffy white towel from the linen closet to the left of the shower. You hear the water turn off and you toss the towel over the shower door, and Spencer wraps the towel around his waist and opens the shower door.  Before the door has time to close you are wrapping your arms around Spencers wet waist and pulling him into a tight hug. Your cheek pressed firmly against his wet chest, his heart slamming against his ribs beneath your cheekbone.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, pulling away slightly and looking up at the curly haired man.

“Not tonight. Can we just get some sleep? Maybe talk about something besides the case.” Spencer traces a long finger down your cheek and rests it under your chin.

“Mmmk, but tomorrow we are talking about why i found my husband crying in my shower at 5 am.” You poke his chest and he nods.

“Of course. Let me get changed and i’ll be in bed in a minute.” He kisses your head and water from his hair drips onto your cheeks.

“Yes Dr. Reid.” You smirk and walk back to the bedroom and climb under the navy comforter. A few moments later Spencer exits the bathroom and climbs into bed next to you. Pulling you into his side and rests his head on top of yours.

“How was babysitting Henry?” Spencer quietly asks, and you wraps your arms around him.

“Oh it was great, he’s such a smart boy. Although he did mention he wants to be a reporter like his Aunt. I asked him if he wanted to be a profiler and he said no that my job was wayyyy cooler.” You smirk.

“Oh is that so?” Spencer asks with a small laugh.

“Yup, he thinks i’m pretty cool.”

“How many scoops of ice cream did you bribe him with to get him to admit that you were cool Mrs. Reid?” Spencer closes his eyes and runs his fingers up and down your sides.

“Four..” You mutter and close your eyes, and you feel Spencer laugh beneath you.

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Taglist

Criminal minds: @morcialovechild @banananna99

[newpersonnality]

50 QUESTIONS YOU’VE NEVER BEEN ASKED

Thank you twiny @attheshore for this cute as hell tag <3

tagging: @surrealsunday, @flying-elliska, @plvmour

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? dark grey

2. a food you never eat? anything minty. I tolerate mint in drinks but i cant eat it.

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? having dinner with my parents

5. what is your favorite candy bar? Kinder Bueno

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? yes

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? ‘is Pixie still outside?’ (asking my parents if the cat came back already or not)

8. what is your favorite ice cream? vanilla <3

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? sparkling water

10. do you like your wallet? yes, i’ve had it since i went to Singapore for an exchange program during college, so for 3 years now!

11. what was the last thing you ate? a leek quiche

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope, kinda not the priority at the moment :)

13. the last sporting event you watched? soccer during an apero with friends (is apero an English word? im not even sure lmao)

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? sweet probably? I dont care much for popcorn tbh

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my coworker, I sent him a meme (he’s 50 and im educating him on what a meme is)

16. ever go camping? yes, the last time was for a fest with friends. It was AWFUL and someone stole my sleeping bag at the end of it (still one of my best memories with my best friends though)

17. do you take vitamins? rarely

18. do you go to church every sunday? no

19. do you have a tan? yes!!!! (got a few sunburns before that though...)

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? pizza

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? no

22. what color socks do you usually wear? plain white or black

23. ever drive above the speed limit? i try not to. I drive a company car so if i get a ticket my manager + Human resources are the first to know... great incentive not to drive too fast tbh.

24. what terrifies you? jellyfish

25. look to your left, what do you see? my yellow super comfy sweater and my phone.

26. what chore do you hate? ironing!!!

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? tbh i just hear someone speaking a different Language than me, im not really concerned about their accent?

28. what’s your favorite soda? lemonade

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? go in, but when i go it’s because i need wifi to work between places.

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my parents

31. favorite cut of beef? I dont like beef

32. last song you listened to? Dying in LA - Panic! at the disco

33. last book you read? Captive Prince by CS Pascat

34. favorite day of the week? friday, last day of work, first night out (usually)

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? nopeee

36. do you like your coffee? is the question how do i like my coffee? then, black with half a sugar.

37. favorite pair of shoes? black shoes with silver heels.

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? 10-11 pm

39. at what time do you normally get up? when im working i dont have a regular schedule. A few days a week i have to wake up around 4-5am. If i have a more “normal” day, it’s 6:45am. In holidays and weekends i rarely sleep longer than 8am but i can stay in bed longer.

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets

41. how many blankets are on your bed? one

42. describe your kitchen plates. white with different shades of purple dots.

43. do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? red wine all the way baby! (but oh the headaches the next day)

44. do you play cards? yes with my friends. Im a Tarot nerd (the game, not the prediction thing)

45. what color is your car? light grey

46. can you change a tire? i think i forgot...

47. what is your favorite province? either a big city like Tokyo or somewhere in Italy.

48. favorite job you’ve ever had? my previous job.

49. how did you get your biggest scar? i have one on my left shoulder, it has faded a lot but basically when i was younger i was playing too close to the iron when my mother was ironing and it kinda fell on my shoulder and burnt me.

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? i went grocery shopping and i bought my mom her favorite biscuits she couldnt find anymore in her usual store.

[sugagimmesugar]

Sunshine Dancer

Friends to lovers; dancer!hoseok x dance enthusiast!reader; living togethr as friends; life long friends; approx 1k words

Pls tell me what you think!

Part: 1. 2. 3. 4. ...

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You couldnt even remember a time without Hobi in your life. He had always been there right by your side. Your sunshine. Your hope. You had known each other since first grade, you think. Sitting next to each other in the first row, by the window. Spending just as much time laughing as you did learning, if not more. Sometimes a nuisance to the teachers, but always an entertainment for yourselves. How happy you were when both of you discovered your passion for dancing. You had been unstoppable.

And then high school was over. He got into the dance academy he had dreamt of, you had decided on a more realistic path and decided to start working instead of going to university. So you took over some of the work in your family’s bookstore, a calm and lovely job. Just unfortunately far away from Hobi’s new life as star student of the dance academy.

You see each other every now and then. You originally planned to meet every week, but his school is hard. And your work takes up time. So it turned more into trying to meet every month. You lived like this for two years. Missing your sunshine every day, trying to occupy yourself with work, dancing in your free time. He told you he felt the same. Lonely but trying to concentrate on his dance. On what he loves.

Two years after High school you decide to move. You’ve had your entry into the work life, you have experience and you need to see at least some more of the world. As soon as you tell Hobi he is inviting you to move in with him for the time being. “Just until you can find and afford your own place.” he says. So you go, you move, to a new town, unfamiliar except for the familiarity of your best friend.

It doesnt take long for you to get into a rythm together. You work during the days, he goes to school during the days. If he has a show, you show up. Youre his loudest supporter and he is always proud to have you in his corner. Every weekend you go out, and you dance. Be it at a normal club or at one of his dance friends’ parties. You never lost your passion for dance, you just shoved it in the background.

But on those nights, you two light up the room. Both of you are amazing dancers, Hobi polished in the technique from the academy but this isnt ballet, its not rules. Just dancing. And the energy of the two of you together is astounding.

As you wake up one morning, the sun shining in your face through a gap in the curtains, you hear music from the kitchen. You smile, checking the time and trying to get yourself to actually leave the comfort of your bed. You have two hours before work, so you decide to get up. After getting into something more presentable than your pajamas you trot into the kitchen while putting your hair up into a bun, trying to calm the wild mess of bedhead.

“Ah, finally! You also deign to grace me with your presence, princess.” He smiles widely, and illuminated by the sun through the window, you’re reminded of why your family still calls him “your sunshine”.

“It’s 8am, so you can shut right up. I am awake at a normal people time, you know? Since I dont go to 5am practise I get to enjoy my life.” you shoot back, noting his damp hair and the fact that he’s only wearing pajama pants, his usual post-practise look. You sit down at the kitchen table with some tea, trying to wake up. Behind you, you hear him hum and dance along to the music playing from the speakers.

You suddenly feel hands on your neck, slowly massaging it. As you set down your mug, you cant help but let out a soft moan, you hadnt realized how stiff your neck was. You lean into the touch. Somehow dancers know how to massage Anything. Your eyes closed, your mouth hanging slightly open, you enjoy his massage for a few minutes until he suddenly stops. As you turn to voice your complaint you see Hobi grin at you. “I didnt realize you would make those sounds for me, sleepyhead.” Your eyes widen in shock as you try to reach to slap him. But he already wizzes back into the kitchen and into the safety of whatever he was fixing before. He laughs at your reactions but doesnt say anything more. So you decide to leave it at that aswell. You continue your tea an try to shut the thoughts about his little comment out of your head.

On your way to refill your tea, Hoseok pulls you into an inpromptu waltz in the kitchen. Caught off guard, you step on his foot and he yelps in pain. “What happened? Did you forget everything we learned? Please dont break me.” he says, already over the “pain” as he gives up on the dancing and instead turns to refill your tea for you. You just roll your eyes at him, laughing at his acted agony and turn to take some breakfast, now that youve managed to wake up properly. Only to find an outstretched hand with a plate laden full of your favourite breakfast. So thats what he had been working on in the kitchen.

“Uh, Thank you, Hobi. But… why? What occasion deserves this lovely treatment by my favourite man?”

He laughs: “I am glad to hear that I am your favourite man. And thats the occasion as well, I guess. I just thought I would use the time I had while you were being lazy.. To show you that I appreciate you. My favourite woman.” A small pause and a small chuckle. He continues: “I am happy to have you in my life again, properly now. I am glad you moved in here and that we spend so much time together now. I wouldnt want it any other way. So dont worry if you cant find a place any time soon, you can stay here as long as necessary.”

His smile softens, and you cant help but return it. Setting down both the plate and the mug on any surface closest to you, you almost jump into his arms. You have only lived together for two months but you cant imagine your life any other way. This is perfect. So you hug him tightly and smile into his chest.

[cdwenvs3000w22]

Blog #5: Mood & The Seasons

For this weeks blog I will be writing about what is in my thoughts. I feel these past couple days I have been bummed out because of the weather, I see the world around me these days as if there is a consistent gloomy filter on it. I have been thinking about how the weather impacts my mood. For instance my boyfriend Alec does not see this gloomy grey filter on the world right now that I see. He just sees it as the beauty of winter, of snowfall, therefor the weather does not have an impact on him. I am the complete opposite, I love the world around me in every season but winter. I love how spring means new growth and I can see it in my walks through the forest, I love how in the fall the colours of leaves change and I love how in the summer everything is full of life, everything is warm and sunny. I recognize that in the summer I am at my happiest, and in the winter I am at my lowest. I tried to do some research on what this might be called and I found “Seasonal Affective Disorder” which entails that the weather or the seasons can effect an individuals mood. I find this extremely interesting, and it is probably the reason I would like to move to somewhere that is green, sunny and hot all the time. 

What about me is effected by weather or the seasons?

Motivation: In the summer I am a very motivated person, I love to be productive. Yet in the winter, My motivation slips away and I tend to not want to do anything. My homework gets pilled up, I leave most things till last minute. The worst part about losing my motivation is that I struggle to even start anything, starting projects feels almost like a difficult mission to me. 

Sleep:In the summer, I sleep very well. I am naturally a night owl and get tired by 1-2 am, but I do get proper rest until I wake up. In winter this drastically changes, I like to sleep in because I feel that there is nothing to look forward to. I love going outside and enjoying nature, but it just feels so depressing outside these days that going outside feels like a miserable task. I hate going out even for the necessities, such as getting groceries, once I open my front door and the frigid air hits my face I am immediately let down. I also struggle to sleep, I stay inside all day so time moves differently for me. I usually end up falling asleep at 5am because I am so restless and cant seem to settle my mind. So overall in the winter my sleep schedule is a vicious cycle of sleeping in because I cant sleep when I should be. 

Activity: My physical activity level drops drastically, in the summer I am usually doing things outdoors every day. In the winter I avoid doing anything outdoors at all. 

Relationships: Since I am unmotivated and get little sleep, my relationships with people in my life get effected. I am more irritable which in turn causes tension in my relationships. 

Stress/anxiety: With the combination of little sleep, no motivation, lower physical activity levels my anxiety and stress are through the roof. I natural am very anxious and stressed person, but in the summer I have outlets to let it go, to find relaxation and peace in the activities that I do. But in the winter I find there is close to no outlets for me. 

Suggested activities:

If anyone is struggling like I am, I do have some activities that may help boost your mood. Personally I feel I really have to find alternative activities to being outside that make me happy. 

Creative Outlets: painting, drawing and collaging 

Collaging is my favourite creative outlet of them all, its one thing that makes me happy that can be done inside. I usually will go to a second hand store, buy a bunch of books that have cool photography in them and use them as-well as magazines. See here, Some collages I am currently working on. 

Collage

Organizing: Organizing a specific part of your room, rearranging room and more. 

My favourite Organizing activity is rearranging my room, I love revisioning the space where I spend most of my time. I feel it is also a great way to change things up and feel refreshed. 

I hope that you enjoyed reading my blog this week, and I hope I gave good suggestions that can help you if you feel the same way I do!

[poetic-bastard-blog]

ignore this \rant \\ trigger warn..

holy fuck

.

i have never been so fucking alone. where it i s my fault for pushing others away or its others for not talking to me. who knows. but fuck. i just. 

all i do is hurt others.

unwanted.

unloved.

i’m yelled at for being a dissapointment every day.

the last time the cops came i had planned on running away and hiding out in a forest and hoping to be picked up and killed.

my own father almost hit me.

i have never been so fucking terrified.

i cant get his yelling out of my head.

the slurrs he used.

he grabbed me by my hair pretty hard.

and then says he loves me

yet he yells. and has grabbed me by my own throat before.

and has mentally abused me.

and i still mom doing drugs nonstop.

all we do is argue. it never stops.

all my friends are tired of me sobbing over my issues and being negative.

its hard to be positive when the person you want to marry uses you like putting on a diferent shirt.

positivity is so fucking hard. and stupid. and i dont. i dont want to do anything anymore. 

i take the act on the 13th.

i dont want to.

i didnt study.

i dont see myself graduating.

im not smart.

and the idea of NEEDING to go into the workforce terrifies me.

im not stable.

suicide is on my mind 24/7 as is.

and i nevevr have a fucking spot to fucking talk without cops coming to my house and i just. i just want.

please.

i feel so empty.

its so hard to write this because im ceying so fucking hard.

i dont wanna go on.

i dont wanna wake up,

i dont want to fall in love again.

i dont want to see the oppturnity to be happy.

and who will i hurt by dying

no one.

because everyone runs off when i call and plead for help.

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im so alone.

and im getting harassed on a anon messaging website and no one stands up for me. they just join in like a game

.

is this what all this is?

bullying the suicidal into death?

breaking the heart of the one who loved you?

setting them up for failure..

5am shouldnt be the time to be choking on tears. but.

here i am.

drowning.

i dont want to go on much further.

i have nothing.

i am nothing.

the person i love sees me as a regret and a dissapointment.

i will always have nothing.

everytime my phone goess off its not a text.

i get my hopes up.

everytime i check that website for something to help me, i look at hate/

“all you do is fucking complain.”

“if you want to die do it already.”

“everyone says your toxic.”

yeah..

none of my friends even check up on me...

shows how much meaning i have in this world.

i just want to be apart of the cemetery already.

if you are dead you dont have to feel anything.

and besides.

who will care if i pass away.

not the one i love.

or the people at my school.

no one will think “what could we have done?”

people only think that when its too late. as usual.

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i told her i was alone.

i dont know if she believed me.

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i dont even know who i am anymore.

5:03am and im crying about wanting to die.

and who is there?

no one.

as usual.

no one to call or text for help.

just me and my thoughts wondering if i should cut or harm myself.

no one wants me around.

im worthless.

im replaceable.

she will find a better man. one who isnt sad. or broken

she can be happy.

i know it.

but i never will.

and this is my endless hell.

[br4inr0tx]

Can i get a Y JJBA and Y obey me matchup

Female|Any pronounce|Taurus|Pansexual|ISTP

My love language is physical touch i dream of being someone more important to the world and actually make a difference,I’m usually quiet unless am with friends and people ik and trust my friends say am sassy sarcastic and yes i will respond “your mom/dad” and “up your ass” to every question lmao, i can get angry quickly but it usually goes away quickly lmao i can be very lazy but sometimes usually at night i get random energy and try to clean my room or something but give up 5 minutes later, i cant cook at all like i cant even cook a simple egg, am allergic to cats but will still pet and cuddle them if they let me i can be afraid of the dark after watching something scary but other then that dont really have any fears i like coffee,animals,sweet spicy sour really any food, listening to music, sleeping,watching horror movies and anime,playing games and being on being on my phone usually talking to my friend at 5AM when i need to wake at 7AM my ideal type would probably be someone who jokes more and is less serious honestly i love myself a himbo my ideal date would probably be something more casual like maybe a walk thru a park going to a cafe you know?

So much for taking so long, but I’m back in business baby. After this, my inbox is officially empty and I’ll be able to open it yet again only to close it soon after with a shit tone of requests and the realization of how stressed I get when I have those said many requests.

Anyway, Yandere matchups for you patient stranger.

your Yandere! Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure matchup is.. Josuke Higashikata !!

• I’m a little hesitant, but I’ll give it to you cause in retrospect if Josuke wasn’t a psycho unlike you requested I think you two would get along great.

• From now on for Yandere matchups I’ll be using @ddarker-dreams’s Yandere MBTI Placement thing. Going along that I’ve evaluated Josuke would be a RAMS. Reverent, Aware, Manipulative, Strict.

• First of all Josuke isn’t cold hearted enough to ever hurt his darling permanently without meaning it. He’ll punish you, sure, but with his ability he doesn’t see it as a big deal. He knows full well you don’t like him back. I’m the off chance you do, he feels he’s undeserving for his dirty deeds. He covers that up with manipulation though. Nothing will stop him from ever loving, and is blatantly selfish in his feelings for you most of the time. He’s strict in the fact he also has been shown to have the most stress out of the Jojo’s from what I’ve seen. He pulls though, but he’s not as calm and cool as the others. Things must go perfectly, so please just be a perfect Angel so your protector won’t get stressed, alright?

• Josuke is very physically affectionate I find. Maybe even clingy. A lot of times he’s either attached to your hip or hanging over your shoulder. He’ll let go if you ask, but he’s always somewhat close to you.

• Josuke wants to see your dreams come to fruition. Seeing your cute happy face always fills him with a happy feeling that he can’t help but indulge. If it can be solved with money, he’s willing to steal or save up to get it. If it can be solved by getting someone out of the picture, you don’t need to tell him twice.

• Josuke can match your sarcasm if he wants to. He’s got that nerdy humor, and most of his sarcasm might come out dry, but he tries. He wants to impress you after all

• When it comes to your anger issues, it depends. If it’s something that cause it he’ll resolve the situation quickly and console you if it pissed you off that much. Now, if it’s someone who caused this; his own anger would blossom. We all know how pissed off Josuke can get. Especially when it comes to you the other person won’t be recognizable when he’s done. You have to be the one to calm him down. Honestly..you’re the only one who can.

• Josuke is a hypocrite, I mean, he’s a teenager. He has lazy moments. It’s always nice to take a break every now and again. However, Josuke notices how you’ve been doing it a lot lately. He tries to come by your house and get you out of the house. Tomoko has definitely seen a change in Josuke too, like there’s more pep in his step or something. All she knows is that her son is in love; and if he’s more energized because of it who is she to judge? She was in love too.

• He learns quickly of your lack of skills in culinary arts, so Josuke learned for you. This motherfucker stayed up night after night watching all of Gordon Ramsay’s MasterClasses just to cook decent scrambled eggs for you. If the time comes where he must keep you, at least you know you’ll have good food. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

• Josuke “accidentally” killed a cat after learning how allergic you are to them. Then you told him you love them anyway and he freaked. It’s the one time he had regretted what he had done for you. Now-a-days he lets you pet them if you see one, but reminds you to take medication and wash your hands soon after. For some reason he glared at the cat while you pet it too.

• Josuke get scared the shit out of by horror movies too, don’t worry. He doesn’t watch them as often as you do, and he keeps telling you to stop watching them if you get that scared. He even steals some of your horror movie disks in hopes you’ll start watching them less. If you decide to be so stubborn he’ll just need to take away your TV. Stop defying him, okay? What if you have nightmares? Josuke doesn’t want that, and I’m sure you don’t either.

• Josuke has his own set of games. An ideal day for Josuke would be with you and him; you sitting on his lap as you both play video games. You’re most likely smaller compared to him, and he loves having you curl up on his lap as you two play Mario or sm. You’re so cute..and finally his. His. His. His. His. His.

• Before he takes you, he does this thing where he’d call you every morning, and every night before you go to bad. If you don’t answer, he usually calls you over and over until you do. If you don’t he sneaks out and looks through your window just to see if you’re okay. Please don’t scare him like that. It’s one of the biggest reasons he decided to kidnap you.

• If you gain his trust enough for you two to be able to go out and have a slightly normal date, you better behave. He takes you for ice cream, walks in the park, and even to the nearest cafe too. He’ll do whatever you want for a date, just as long as you behave. Is that to much to ask?

• He’ll keep you in a room for days with no food or water otherwise. You’re so hopeless without him, just trust him and he’ll do anything within reason.

• He’s your protector, knight in shining armor. He wants to give you the best life he possibly can with him as your boyfriend and future husband. You two were meant to be, he can see it.

• "Why are you afraid? You look scared- I just love you! Don’t be so rude, babe."

your Yandere! Obey Me matchup is.. Leviathan !!

• Obey Me characters are hard for me to match people with cause like canonically they all love you anyway. You two match a lot of interests, so hopefully you’re okay with sea monster gamer boy.

• After evaluating Levi, I think the closest I could get for him is RDHL. Reverent, Delusional, Honest, Lenient. Despite being a demon, he doesn’t really like to hurt humans anyway. He considers himself lower then his brothers, wishing to be them with stead of actually perusing it. He’d most likely praise his darling for even trying to talk to him, and in his mind they’re completely in love. He does everything for you, and you’re so c-u-t-e, you mean absolutely everything and more! He’s honest and up front about it with you, amd he stubborn that you love him but are just playing hard to get. Until you learn your lesson and finally confess, he tries to keep you away from his brothers. You’re not for sale- you were bought by Levi and boy Howdy is about to love the fuck outta you.

• If Josuke wasn’t bad sounding enough for the enormous amounts of cuddles he gives, this dude is worse. He’s very touch starved, and preforms almost an act of self care the way he holds you. He purrs too. You can always feel him vibrate when he’s happy, and making him happy is what you want.

• Levi is obsessed with your jokes. You’re so funny! He keeps a list of his favorites on his phone to quote you later, or tell his brothers about it and how much he loves you for your funny jokes. Mammon then bullied tf out of Levi for it.

• Levi isn’t the most..active person. He’s very chill in the fact that he’ll never force you to do things aside from love him, which is easy enough. You two just cuddle and sleep. Not to mention skip school because of how strong his grip is. You can’t make it out until he wakes up.

• No cats are allowed. He said it, not me. He doesn’t want you being sick.

• You and the brothers a had a movie night where Mammon got to choose the movie. He just so happened to pick a scary one, unfortunately. Levi noticed the fear all to well in your eyes, and invited you to sleep over at his room. He left a lamp on for you, and decided to cuddle you. You might’ve felt awkward, but appreciated the gesture. This was only the beginning for Levi’s feelings to grow. Just how cute you are following him silently, ugh- how can you be this cute?!

• He’s a gamer. It’s a crime if he doesn’t play games with you. I mean you already want to, hes your biggest friend here. He’ll play whatever you want, he’ll even buy a game you want to play no matter how much money it is. He loves seeing you smile- and how geeky you get on some games makes him teary eyed.

• He’ll take you anywhere and do anything with you, though he’d love to go on an arcade date. Not to say park and cafe dates aren’t his thing, they can just get awkward. Especially if some demon shows up and starts a dance off with him. He wants to spend time with you! Not the ugly waste of space bitch that keeps bothering and wasting his time with his precious one!

• That being said, he’s all over you. He’s not as killy-killy, stabby-stabby as a classic Yandere, but his envy for everyone else around is amplified tenfold. All the brothers get the point that you two are dating at this point and they should back off, as it should be.

— coii

[summerohnine]

Reunion

Tags: angst, family, fluff domestic

Warnings: mentions of homophobia, pre-smut, crying

Word Count: 2728

Summary: It’s Phil’s last day in Florida and he can’t wait to be home and hold his bear for the first time in two weeks.

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Phil had been in Florida for the last two weeks, and he was ready to go home. It's not that he wanted to get away from his family, it's that he had another member of his family waiting for him at home.

It was the last night in Florida before his flight back to London and his mother had prepared a huge dinner for everyone there-Phil, his parents, Martyn, and Cornelia. Phil was quite jealous that Martyn and Cornelia were together over their holiday. This was the longest he and Dan had been away from each other for a while and it was killing him. As the food was being set out on the table, his phone buzzed.

Text from: Dan

how long until ur flight leaves?? i cant wait much longer:(

Phil smiled down at his phone. He had been getting texts like these from Dan since he had left. Dan surely knew the exact moment Phil’s plane would land so he could be waiting at the airport for Phil to hug. That's what he always did when Phil was away, and Phil did the same for Dan.

Text to: Dan

5am Florida time, so 10am London time. I’ll be back at around 7pm:)

“Phil, you know your mother has a rule of no phones at the dinner table,” his dad said, shaking his head.

“Oh, let the boy be,” his mother replied, gently hitting his father on the shoulder, “he's clearly missing Dan. Phil, you know you could've brought Dan as well, right?”

Phil looked up at his mother and said, “I told Dan that, but he said he ‘wouldn't want to impede on the Lester family holiday.’” Phil gave a small smile to his mother to show that it was okay, but the memory of the conversation was not as joyful.

It was about a month before Phil was going to Florida, and he was already dreading the two weeks he would be without Dan.

“Dan, you really should come with me to Florida this year,” he mumbled into Dan’s ear as they laid in bed.

Dan let in a small sigh and shifted so he could see Phil’s face. “You know I would love to, but I just don’t want to feel like a burden.” Dan stared down at Phil’s lips to avoid eye contact.

Phil brought his hand up to Dan’s chin and brought his eyes back up to meet his. “You know my family loves you, Dan,” Phil said reassuringly. “They would never think of you as a burden. My mum always asks about you when you’re not with me. I’m sure she would love to have you come with.” Phil gave a small smile to Dan, but it quickly disappeared as he saw that a few tears had escaped Dan’s eyes.

Phil quickly sat up and pulled Dan with him. He wiped the tears from Dan’s cheeks. “Hey-hey, why are you crying?” Phil asked gently, kissing the side of Dan’s head as he cried harder into his shoulder.

“I just-I wish my family was more like yours,” Dan stuttered between sobs. Phil wrapped his arms around Dan and slowly rubbed his back. He knew that would help him calm down.

Phil was aware of the way Dan’s family was. When they found out that Dan was bisexual, they weren’t particularly happy. Then, when they found out Dan was actually in a relationship with a man, they didn’t talk to him for a few months. Eventually, Dan’s brother talked some sense into them.

Phil remembered the day Dan had told them of their relationship. It was Dan’s first year of college, and he had been visiting home for Christmas. Phil had been eating Christmas dinner with his own family when he got a call. There had been 6 missed messages from Dan as well. When he saw what they were about, he politely asked to be excused and answered the call.

“Dan? What happened?” Phil heard crying on the other end and knew that it was bad.

“I-I told m-my parents-” he was cut off by a loud sob that escaped his mouth.

Phil walked up to his room and sat down on his bed. “You told your parents what? Dan, take a deep breath. Talk to me.”

“I told them about us,” Dan finally managed to get out.

Oh. Phil could only guess what happened. “I take it they didn’t take it too well?” Phil asked tentatively.

“They’re making me leave.” This triggered another loud sob.

That night, Phil ended up getting Dan a train ticket back to Manchester and Phil met him at the station. They went back to Phil’s apartment and he held Dan as he cried.

Since then, Dan has gotten back on better terms with his parents, but he still never brings Phil with him to visit them, and hardly ever talks about him around them.

Now, as Dan sniffed and leaned his head on Phil, Phil knew that it definitely still affected him.

Once Dan had calmed down a bit, he brought his head up and looked at Phil. “I just don’t think I could spend so long with your wonderful, loving, and accepting family without having the constant reminder in the back of my mind that I’ll never have that with my family. I would love to go with, I just don’t think I can. Not yet, at least.” Phil gave Dan a sad smile and pulled Dan closer to him, resting his chin on the top of his head.

“Phil! Are you listening to me?” Phil was brought back to the dinner table by his mother snapping in front of his face.

“Hu-What?” Phil said, clearly disoriented.

Martyn chuckled. “You were just staring off into space. Are you okay?” His brother laughed as he said it, so Phil knew he wasn’t really concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I don’t know what that was about.”

Phil finished eating his dinner quickly and went up to his room. He began to pack up his suitcase, which ended up taking a lot longer than it should have due to him stopping every minute or so to reply to a message Dan had sent him. At around 9:00 pm, Phil told Dan that he ought to go to bed, as it was two in the morning where he was.

Text from: Dan

I’m not tired

Phil chuckled as he typed out a reply.

Text to: Dan

Oh really? Then why did it take you 5 minutes to reply that message? You mean to tell me you didn’t fall asleep just then?

Phil continued to pack the rest of his things, waiting for a reply. As expected, it took a few minutes.

Text from: Dan

It was a power nap. Now that I took it, I’m ready to talk until you go to sleep.

Text to: Dan

Haha, very funny. But seriously, you need to get some sleep. I’ll be okay on my own for a few hours :)

Text from: Dan

Ugghh, fine. Night, love you xx

Text to: Dan

Night, bear. Love you too.

Now, Phil needed to find something to do until he fell asleep. He decided to go on Tumblr. The first thing he saw on his dash was something that dan had reblogged. It was a sappy post about being lonely. Phil chuckled and switched back to the messaging app.

Text to: Dan

Are you reblogging in your sleep? Who knew tumblr could become that addicting.

He waited for Dan’s reply, which came very quickly.

Text from: Dan

Shhhh… i’m sleeping.

Phil laughed and put his phone on the nightstand. He wanted to go to sleep now because the sooner he went to sleep, the sooner he would wake up and be on a plane, and the sooner he could see his boyfriend again.

He was only awake for a few more minutes before he felt his eyelids becoming heavy. He eventually gave in and fell into a blissful sleep.

Phil was woken up by his brother shaking him. He quickly sat up in bed and looked around. “Whaddya want?” he mumbled, his voice thick from sleep.

“We have to be to the airport in an hour, and it’s a 30-minute drive. Get your arse out of bed.”

Phil groaned but reluctantly got out of bed. After all, he was excited to finally go home. He checked his phone and saw many messages from Dan. He smiled as he read them.

Text from: Dan

PHIILLLYYYY WAKE UP

Text from: Dan

TIME TO GET UP LETS GOOOOO

Text from: Dan

Philip Michael Lester get out of bed and reply to me

Text from: Dan

I s2g phil I woke up at 8am to text your ass before you got up you better appreciate your loving bf i would not do this for anyone else

Phil typed out a reply and then went to get changed.

Text to: Dan

Don’t worry, I’ll appreciate you when I get home ;)

He brushed his teeth and quickly got dressed so he could get some breakfast before they had to leave.

Text from: Dan

Woah there, Mr. Lester, Let’s keep it PG.

Phil laughed and put his phone into his pocket.

They continued to text each other until it came time for Phil to put his phone into airplane mode.

The nine-hour flight felt like a year. He had tried to sleep, but he couldn’t possibly relax with all of the excitement buzzing through him. When he gave up on sleeping, he tried to watch a movie, but he couldn’t focus. He fidgeted with his phone, itching to text Dan and update him on how far he was.

When the captain came on the speaker saying that they were preparing for landing, Phil couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. Martyn and Cornelia noticed, but they didn’t say anything. They knew how he felt. Phil kept checking the screen in front of him to see how far they were. Fortunately, Phil convinced his brother to let him have the window seat so he could look out the window as they landed. Once they were past the layer of clouds, Phil looked eagerly at everything as if he were seeing it for the first time. He searched as if he would be able to see Dan waiting for him, which he knew was ridiculous.

As soon as the plane touched the ground, Phil unbuckled and attempted to stand up. Martyn had to shove him back into his seat before he hit his head on the overhead compartment.

“Mate, you need to calm down,” Martyn said, snickering as Phil frantically grabbed his things. “We still have to wait to even get to the terminal, Phil. We can’t go anywhere for awhile.”

Phil stopped and looked up at his brother, letting out a sigh. “I know, I know. I just want to go home.”

Martyn pat Phil’s shoulder in a way that only an older brother could do. “He’ll still be there when you get off, don’t worry.”

It made Phil happy that Martyn knew the reason for the way he was acting. He gave his brother a small smile and leaned back in his seat.

When Phil finally got off the plane, he rushed through the long corridor, tugging his bag behind him. He shoved people out of the way, not caring how rude he probably seemed. He checked his phone and saw a text from Dan saying he was waiting by the baggage claim. Phil ran to the baggage claim and immediately spotted Dan.

He sprinted towards him and dropped his bag as he threw his arms around the younger boys neck. Their reunion was the same every year-Phil would run dramatically and hug Dan, not caring who was watching. And Dan always acted surprised when Phil leaped into his arms.

Phil took in the familiar scent of Dan’s hair and enjoyed the feeling of warmth he always got when he was around Dan.

“Phil, as much as I would love to stay like this forever, I’m afraid you have to get your luggage.” Dan pulled away and smiled, his eyes crinkling and his dimple coming out in its fullest form.

Phil groaned dramatically and pulled away as well. He grabbed Dan’s hand and brought him over to the conveyor belt. He didn’t care who was watching right now. All he cared about was that he could finally hold the love of his life in his arms again.

Phil only let go of Dan’s hand once, to get his suitcase. They each carried something with their free hand, their other hands tightly clasped together. The boys said goodbye to Martyn and Cornelia, then went to call a taxi. Normally, they would go home on the tube, but they knew they would be home quicker this way, then they could finally be alone together.

The taxi ride was fairly short, only fifteen minutes, but Dan couldn’t seem to wait that long. As soon as they were seated, he started nibbling at Phil’s ear. Phil let out a small gasp, turning to face him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I missed you,” Dan whined, moving to suck at a spot on Phil’s neck. Phil grasped at Dan’s thigh, which made Dan smile against Phil’s skin. Phil could feel a twinge in his groin, and quickly pushed Dan away before the problem became worse. Dan pouted but stayed leaning against the door.

Phil cleared his throat and said, “As much as I would love to continue this, I think we should hold off until we’re home.” He raised his eyebrow at Dan who had his arms crossed and bottom lip sticking out.

“Fine,” he spat out, immediately scooching closer to Phil so he could rest his head on his shoulder. Phil grabbed Dan’s hand and started to play with his fingers. They stayed like that until they arrived at their apartment. Phil quickly thanked and paid the taxi driver while Dan rushed out to get Phil’s things from the trunk.

As soon as Phil closed the door to their apartment, he was pushed against the wall and Dan’s tongue was slipping into his mouth. They stayed there for a few minutes, Phil’s hands eventually slipping beneath the hem of Dan’s shirt.

Dan pulled away for a second to say, “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” He looked at Phil hungrily, licking his lips as Phil pushed him down the hallway. They stumbled and nearly fell multiple times, but eventually, they made it to the bed. Dan’s shirt came off, quickly followed by Phil, and then they both fell onto the bed, never breaking their kiss.             

A while later, they both were laying next to each other Dan’s foot rubbing against Phil’s bare leg.

“Dan, you really should come with next year. I can’t handle being away from you this long anymore.”

Dan opened his eyes and brought his face up to kiss Phil on the nose. “Okay,” he said simply.

Phil wasn’t expecting Dan to answer so quickly. “Wait-really? You’ll come with?” Phil was beaming.

Dan giggled at Phil’s facial expression and nodded. “I could hardly take it myself. I was thinking of buying a plane ticket and flying down there to see you.” Phil pressed his lips to Dan’s forehead. He was already getting excited about next year, thinking of all of the things they could do together. They could even stay after his parents left and rent a place with Martyn and Cornelia.

Phil began telling Dan of all of the things he had just thought of when he was cut off by Dan. “But wait!” He exclaimed. Phil looked at him, concerned, and willing him to go on. “If I go with you, that means we won’t have amazing reunion sex like we do every year! Oh, no, I take it all back, I’m staying home.”

Phil laughed loudly, relieved that it was just a joke. “God, Dan, I thought it was something serious.”

“It is serious!” Dan said immediately, mocking offense. “I don’t know what I’ll do without it!”

Phil shifted so he could whisper in Dan’s ear. “Don’t worry,” he growled, “I’m sure I can make up for it.” Dan giggled, rolling over so he was on top of the older boy.

“We’ll see about that.”

[yeoldontknow]

Airborne

Author’s Note: askdjalfjla help me. this is the next part of Jongin’s story in the Did You See? universe. Pairing: Jongin x Reader (oc; female) Summary: At nearly 5AM, Jongin wakes you up to show you something very important. Genre: fluff; romance; au Rating: G Word Count: 2,550

It’s the buzzing of your phone against the night table that pulls you, slowly and begrudgingly, from sleep. Ignoring the sound, and the person on the other end, you send a curious, needy hand out across the sea of the bed in search for Jongin. The curvature of his body is still there, warm and comforting, his shape indented into the mattress, though his body is absent. With your eyes still closed, your furrow your brow and scratch along the sheets, eagerly still seeking his skin.

But, once more, your phone buzzes.

Groaning, you turn onto your back, heavy and still lingering in the haze between wakefulness and sleep. It takes your eyes a few minutes to adjust, and when you can finally make out shapes - the high tower of your wardrobe and the squat elongated widened of his dresser - you see the cool light from your phone glowing into the night. Pulling it to you, you squint in pain, disoriented, before understanding settles over you like a blanket.

Nini[4:35 AM]: duchess Nini[4:35 AM]: wake up Nini[4:36 AM]: duchess ~~~ Nini[4:37 AM]: youre so cute when youre sleeping Nini[4:37 AM]: but Nini[4:38 AM] - Message sent with Fireworks: wake up <3

Bleary eyed and unfocused, your mind jumbles through words, reaches for phrases weakly, trying to discern why he would leave the comfort of your shared bed, leave the comfort of the post coitus bliss you wrapped around your bodies, just to coax you awake somewhere departed from your skin. With slow, inelegant fingers, you tap out your reply.

YN[4:40 AM]: where are you Nini[4:40 AM]: outside at the car YN[4:41 AM]: the fuck YN[4:41 AM]: why Nini[4:42 AM]: because i want to show you something YN[4:42 AM]: cant it wait? Nini[4:43 AM]: absolutely not YN[4:44 AM]: its so fucking early YN[4:45 AM]: why are you doing this Nini[4:46 AM]: because i want to show you something Nini[4:46 AM]: i just told you C:

When you walk out of the lobby door, you find him, worn pajamas and too large shirt, leaning against the car. Arms crossed over his chest, legs crossed in casual grace, and eyes downcast to study his feet, even in the messy blue black of the sky that threatens to break apart with dawn, he is radiant. Looking at him, for just these few precious seconds, you find you are lost, swimming in the flush of his cheeks and the smile that pulls at his full lips.

Always so beautiful, you think, always so impossibly beautiful.

In seeing you, mere steps away and in the mess of your hair and pajamas, he suddenly seems to relax, all tension lifted from his chest and shoulders. Something in his eyes blooms, his mouth settling into an adoring grin that makes your heart flutter. Often, he does this, looks at you as though your face and your eyes allow him to eclipse the sun. Often, he does this, makes your breath halt and restart, trapped in the fibers of your lungs, before breathing you back to life with a searing kiss.

Often, he does this and you are never prepared. You don't think you ever will be.

In your mind, you think you should be frustrated, irritated that you’ve been roused so unceremoniously from your comfortable sleep, but instead you smile. Mind weary and eyes itchy with sleep, your heart chooses to tease.

‘You better have an incredible reason for dragging me out of bed before dawn.’ The smile on your face is genuine, warm, inviting him to your body.

And, like always, he reciprocates. He’s at you before the words can hardly settle in the night air, one hand at your waist and the the other cupping your cheek. Lips on yours, he’s tentative and slow in the way he kisses you, wanting his love for you to drip down your tongue and into your toes. It moves through you, thick and sweet like honey, and you hold onto the fabric of his shirt for fear of dissolving beneath it. Skin coming alive with sparks, you part from him then, tingling and struggling to catch your breath.

‘What was that for?’ Voice little more than a whisper, you try to grasp at the sound, to lure your voice back into your chest before he steals it from you completely.

Holding you in his arms, he’s already taken your breath, already turned your air into the only thing he could possibly need to survive, and turned his breath into yours. Now, he’s vying for your voice. You will let him have it, but not after you at least try to keep it, and turn loving him into a playful, adoring game.

Resting his forehead against yours, he simply closes his eyes and hums. A long inhale, deep and yearning, causes his chest to rise as he takes in your scent, holds it inside to mingle with his blood. ‘Because I couldn’t help it.’

You think it’s too early for this kind of romance, think it’s impossible the night could feel this wondrous and this passionate, but then, you and Jongin never did play by the rules.

Moving to press a chaste kiss to your temple, he leans down to your ear and murmurs, ‘We’re taking the scenic route.’

Breaking from you then, he offers you a wide, brilliant smile, whole and full, that makes your heart clench, before he walks to the car with gleeful steps.

‘I’ve heard that one before,’ you say to yourself, to the universe, to everything and nothing at all.

As he drives, you run your fingers through the soft strands of his hair, and think you can almost hear his thoughts. They’re complicated, heavy, make him hold the wheel tighter than usual, and you realize that, whatever this is, this journey, he needs it. Taking you away with him is as much a holy expedition for him as it is a gift to you, a kind of release he needs in order to feel like himself again. Your closeness in an unfamiliar place was always what he craved, his way of binding himself to you in a new skin.

The first light of dawn spills through the trees, yellow and golden, transforming him to a thing of beauty and myth as it moves across his skin. Comfortable in the silence, you think back to Philadelphia, two years ago, to when you woke and saw him, beaming into the sun while your hand caught the air. This trip feels different but also feels the same, the timelines running together and making the years blur.

You’re different now, not just friends but lovers, living together and sharing a home - compromising because you want to, not because you have to. You’re different now, if only because you love him more than you ever thought you could. And, tomorrow, this same love, will be magnified tenfold, simply because this love belongs to him.

Time slips around you, becomes meaningless, until you realize it’s been almost an hour and he pulls the car into a field across from the airport. Parking away from the fence that divides the land from the tarmac strip, he departs the car, leaves you perplexed yet peaceful, all smiles and anxious movements as he makes for the trunk. Following behind, you shut your own door with a slam that feels too loud, too intrusive, for such an otherwise quiet space.

‘Are we going somewhere?’ you ask, confusion lacing your tone.

Shutting the trunk, he beams at you, and hands you a thick, flannel blanket.

‘That,’ he says, kissing your forehead sweetly, ‘depends entirely on your perspective.’

Taking your hand, he pulls you to the front of the car and motions to the hood. ‘Lay the blanket down and sit. I want you to see something.’

Brow furrowed in confusion and stomach churning with bewildered disquiet, you obey and clamber gracelessly onto the car, settling your back against the windshield. Watching him, you offer him a small, reassuring smile despite the unease that courses through your veins.

‘Okay?’ you call, trying not to frown.

Jongin stands at a distance, just near the fence, and checks his watch as he nervously wrings his fingers. ‘One minute,’ is all he says, voice starting to break.

Something feels wrong, something feels entirely too much, you think. His actions, the lack of explanation, and the randomness of this event making you feel restless and worried. Shaking your head, you move to get off the good. ‘Nini, what is going -’

‘Don’t!’ he exclaims, cutting you off and holding out his hand to stop you from moving any further. ‘I just want you to see.’

A loud rumble starts behind you, sounding like a roll of thunder in the otherwise cloudless sky. Craning your head to look back, you see a large jet tearing through the sky on a fast approach to earth, hanging low beneath the clouds.

‘First arrival of the day,’ Jongin shouts over the noise, and you turn back to regard him only for your breath, and you think maybe your soul, to be taken from you and swept into the stratosphere.

As the jet passes low over your bodies, low enough you think maybe you could touch it, adrenaline courses through your blood, turning your skin flush and heated with exhilaration. At the same moment, Jongin stands, arms stretched out at his sides, head tipped back and eyes closed, letting the wind whirl around him as he smiles in awe. You’ve never seen him like this, liberated and alive, neck flushed in fear, in reverence, in tense excitement. His mouth opens, full and wide as he laughs, hard and uninhibited, relishing every pass of air through his hair, against his skin, even beneath his clothes as they blow wide only to stick to his skin once more in the current.

And then, much too soon, it’s over. Behind him, the plane lands, smooth, even, course uninterrupted, and the world goes quiet once more, save for the hum of the engine far away from you now. Lowering his arms and his head, he looks at you, wild and glowing from within. His eyes are wet - from the wind, from dryness, or from the intensity of his affection, you cannot be sure, but they glisten as he looks at you, seeming to swim with unspoken emotion.

Clenching his fists at his sides, he visibly steels himself some courage as he exhales and begins to speak.

‘How did that feel?’ he asks, though he does not raise his voice. It takes you a long while to figure out what he’s said through the ringing in your ears, choosing instead to read his lips.

Hoisting yourself off the car, you approach him with hurried steps and pull his chest to yours by the waistband of his sweats.

‘It felt amazing,’ you say, honestly, trembling as too many feelings fight your body for dominance. ‘But I still don’t know why we are here.’

Cupping your cheeks with both hands, he holds your face as his eyes bore into yours. For a moment, he says nothing, just searches for answers within your irises you do not think you have. ‘That,’ he begins, seriously, ‘is how you make me feel.’

Taken aback, you chuckle, though the sound is unconfident. ‘What?’

With a rattled inhale, Jongin closes his eyes and tries to explain. ‘Flights feel like rollercoasters, make your stomach turn over itself, mix with the excitement of going somewhere.’ At this, he opens his eyes. ‘But landing,’ he continues, ‘landing feels the same, but better. Landing feels just as intense, landing feels just as bewitching, but it’s so much more because you are home. With you, I am constantly coming home.’

‘Jongin,’ you breathe, your own eyes starting to water.

‘You didn’t see,’ he carries on, biting his lips as he starts to cry. ‘For so long, you didn’t see how I loved you. That shitty speaker I bought to replace the iHome you had since - when, 2004?’ He laughs then, choked and tight with emotion. ‘Because you can’t cook without listening to good soul music. The way I took that tattered couch we found on the street and moved it into the arcade - I called that our first home. Duchess, all I’ve been doing is making a home for us since I’ve met you.’

He pulls away from you then to slide down your waist, pressing kisses to your neck, your chest and your stomach over your clothes, before kneeling in front of you. Looking up at you, he is wide eyed and fraught with an unyielding devotion to you.

‘You are my home,’ he whispers, clutching at your hips. ‘I will never be home unless I am with you. Always.’

It hits you then, what he’s doing, why he’s been so tense, why this absolutely could not wait.

‘Jongin, what...’ you say, words splintered and saturated with emotion as you, too, begin to feel wetness pool in your eyes.

Fisting one hand into his pocket, he pulls out a ring - emerald, just how you always wanted.

‘You are my home,’ he begins, taking your left hand and sliding the ring over your finger. ‘And I would like now -’ Jongin cuts himself off, closing his eyes as he struggles to breathe, weighed down by sentiment. When he opens them, he turns up to regard you, eyes wet and cheeks stained with his own silent tears. ‘I would like to stop calling you Duchess and start calling you my wife.’

The word falls out of your lips, loud and without comprehension. You think your mind has no say in this moment, simply a thunderclap of acquiescence from your soul that feels right and feels like fate.

‘Yes.’

He’s at you in an instant, mouth hot and needy over yours as he holds your face. Gently, his thumbs glide over your cheeks to wipe away the tears that have spilled over, luxuriating in the softness of your skin. Against your mouth, he laughs between his kisses, and you cannot help but find it infectious, your own joyous laugh mixing with his as you kiss. You kiss him and you hold on tight, clutch at his shoulders for fear of floating away, drifting into the ether from the force of your elation.

Jongin buries his face into your neck, and for a long while you remain this way, holding onto each other, trying to merge your bodies into one while your fingers stroke his hair. Together you breathe, in union, thinking that you are you both want and need him down to the fiber of your genetics.

‘Nini,’ you hum, eventually, almost hating to break this comforting silence.

He says nothing, simply nods and presses a wet kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder.

‘I still want to be your Duchess.’

Against your skin, he laughs, full and loud, and his fingers press into your lower back to keep you close.

‘Anything for you, Duchess.’

Amazing, you think, how you can hear his words over the din of a plane that takes off above you.

[thebattlesquare-blog]

Aldershot regional tournament report by Jamie Faulkner

Hey guys, this is my write up for the Aldershot regional I won on Sunday the 15thof April. I originally didn’t even intend to go because I only just got back from a holiday and I was still a little messed up from it in terms of my body clock but, I woke up really early Sunday so it gave me enough time to throw a bunch of jank cards together and attend.

I was on holiday with Josh Ge and Tobi Henriet which was amazing and fun. We didn’t get a huge amount of time to test because we were too busy enjoying Istanbul but we did manage to build a few decks. Mono earth was one of the first decks we built (because we just heard that mono earth came 1st and 2nd at some tournament in Japan) and I think we played like 3 games with the deck before playing more fun stuff. In fact, we only really built the deck to test the power of Kam’lanaut in the mirror. Tobi’s version was more aggressive with loads of 2 drop brave dudes and no board wipes whereas my version had Kam, Zodiark, Shantotto, and Cecil. Naturally, the bigger version of a deck usually wins in a mirror but we did find out that the Psycom wardens in my deck were actually really solid and we also found out that Kam’lanaut simply crushes games. Every time I played that card in the games we tested he just took over the game and I won fairly shortly after. After that discovery our holiday basically became a have fun, enjoy Istanbul, Play 1v1s in LoL and find broken decks abusing Kam. Very fun!

So, I go to bed on Saturday with the intention of just laying in and playing League of Legends all day, didn’t feel like I would have the energy to go to Aldershot so I didn’t bother preparing anything. I did send a message to my friend, Likey asking him if he was going and wanted a lift but he wasn’t so in my mind it was settled that I wouldn’t go. However, I wake up at like 5am for some reason and see a message from another friend, Pedro, asking me for a deck idea. I ask him if he’s going and he needed a lift so I decided since I woke up early I’ll have some fun and throw a deck together. All my cards were still in my suitcase that I hadn’t bothered to unpack yet so I kind of just picked a deckbox at random and it had the half built mono earth deck I had play tested about a week earlier. It seemed like a good idea. Super easy to play, didn’t really matter what cards I put in it as long as Kam was there and the deck was already half built. Here is the link to the deck that I ended up playing:https://ffdecks.com/deck/5788262270500864

There were only a few cards in there I knew I needed. The rest were pretty much just what I found before I Left.

Kam: Best card in the deck? Not sure, Maybe. He takes over games on his own with his amazing body and ability and gives you the option of searching a backup (which is always nice) or searching a massive tempo card. Super cool. People don’t know how to deal with him yet. Abuse him while you can.

Wol: Also a really really good card. Gets advantage straight away. All his effects are useful and I’m happy to say I used all of them consistently today. He’s better played as the second body on the field rather than the first thing you play because then you get instant value.

Psicom Warden: Flan 2.0. I liked flan. I like Psicom Warden. Earth typically has a lot of trouble drawing cards or thinning the deck which is a really cool bonus of playing these 1 drop 11k’s. They also just completely take over a game on their own. In the finals I curved to 4, top decked one and did 7 points of damage with these cards alone. It’s literally the best top deck in the game in the mid game. The only time it’s a bad top deck is if you see multiples early but, in that scenario, it’s not super sad to discard them. And mid game you either top deck them and win cause it’s incredible to top deck or you don’t top deck them because you’ve already taken them out of your deck. No one expected to get killed by my little 3 drop dudes but everyone did.

Prishe: Star sibyl target and dedicated koboldroid yin blocker. In the quarter finals I managed to use the ability 3 times because I kept hitting ex bursts that killed my prishe. Odin, Famfrit, Famfrit. Still won that game, somehow :S

Ingus: Now I’m definitely sure that Ingus is the best of the new Warrior of Light cards. Not only does his effect kind of synergise with earth better than the other cards synergise with their elements. But, He also gets to use the effect WAY more because earth has so many ways to give brave so there are always forwards available to tap down to use the effect after attacking. When this dude is on board your board feels a lot stronger. Also, he synergises really nicely with Raubahn to make him live if you have him and Ennna Kros on field.

Zodiark: It’s really amusing when my opponent goes for turn 3 Setzer Locke from two backups and I just play Kam Zodiark and they lose on the spot.

Momodi: This card is really great to have on the field and realistically it could probably be put up to two but it’s also kind of a dead draw late game and isn’t a turn one backup so I’m honestly not sure. It’s 100% a 1 of in any mono earth deck and possibly a two of If you can find the space.

EDIT: Thought I’d mention Cecil briefly. He’s fine but was never fantastic. Sometimes killed a forward and that was cool and there is definitely synergy with Zodiark and Cecil. It did feel that either my opponents over extended into a board wipe and I just cleaned up or I was the aggressor (most of the time) so there were very few times I needed to play him. I would be happy to cut him to 1 so he is still there and searchable with miner and mog but I don’t draw him too early. Not a super important card to the strategy I think but nice when you can do it.

I will now go over the rounds that I can remember

Round 1: Alex Wu – mono fire

Alex is a good friend and a player I respect. Not great to go against a good player in round 1 of a tournament I’m hardly awake for to be honest.

I curve to 3 while he plays a turn 2 Xande. I answer it with a Kam and then Zodiark the next turn for 7 so his Xande doesn’t kill the Kam. He plays another Xande the turn after that which gets answered by a Raubahn. Finally, he plays a Sabin which got answered by a Cecil and the game was over. We played a few more games so I could get some more reps in with my deck because I didn’t really know what was in it or how to play it yet and the games went pretty much the same. I played a forward and it stuck, he played a forward and I killed it. Funnily enough we swapped decks after a few games and I crushed him with a series of like 4 ex bursts in a row and incredibly lucky draws. Was very funny.  

Round 2: Rob Philips – jank

Rob is one of the best players in the country (and all of Europe) and a teammate who I test versus regularly. Both of us are already qualified for Nationals at this point anyway and neither of us were massively invested in the tournament. I was there to get a bye at nationals and he was there to test his Jank. Weirdly though, in the last 3-5 tournaments we’ve played against each other (since Cardiff) we have played against each other pretty early on in swiss and it’s starting to become a bit of a meme. He knew my deck better than I did because he took a look through it before the tournament (and Rob is actually very good at understanding a deck just by looking at it) but, I knew what his deck did and how to beat it as well because he sent me his list while I was away in turkey so I could test it and see if I could improve it ( I couldn’t). His deck was sort of like an 0tk style combo deck that needed to get a lot of cards in hand to combo off. I knew how fast I needed to play in order to delay that as long as possible and I did. He didn’t draw very well but I also think I played quite well. It got to the point where he was decking out and I was threatening lethal every turn and it was just really obvious he couldn’t win anymore so he scooped.

Round 3:  Cant remember

I do not remember this round at all. All I know is I won in less than 5 minutes and then left to go troll my friend Ryan Stolarski.

Round 4: Callum Hackett – mono water monsters

Callum is another Dark sphere local and a good player. He’s playing a list that makes me want to quit fftcg and move to a farm with no internet. Was my only loss of the tournament. I threw away a hand that had no backups to draw a hand with 4 dark cards. Not great. It would have been fine if I had ever seen a third backup but unfortunately, I was stuck on 2 until about turn 10 so I could never play Kam or Zodiark efficiently. I still almost win though because I took him to 5 or 6 by playing Dadaluma, Wol and the Warden Squad. Eventually, however I just draw nothing but backups for like 3 turns in a row (which is what happens when you don’t see any for the top 25 cards) and I swiftly lost.

Round 5 Dan Meech – Mono lightning

Dan is another friend from Dark sphere (do you see a trend here?). He was x-2 and out of contention for top 8 so I kind of expected him to go easy on me. He didn’t. At all. I misplay really badly turn 2 by playing a Psicom Warden alone when he had two backups and he plays Al-cid + hildibrand + nashu which sucked. Then he plays illua and I’m really feeling the pain. I play Kam searching Zodiark on 5 backups because I knew the only way I would win was if I drew my 1 of Gabranth to scum out the game. He flooded the board and I draw it on 6 damage. Game was over from that point because he had no hand and I had a decent board. Killed 5 things with Zodiark, very flashy!

Quarter Finals: Mitch lander – Water lightning fusoya

Mitch qualified last regional so we both kind of knew it was a chill game for fun.

Game 1:

Hardest game of the tournament for me. I open fairly poorly and he opens well with fusoya and al-cid patrol. I also hit Odin, Famfrit, Cucu (put on top of deck from ephereal summoner) and then another famfrit into damage zone (only the cucu was done from fusoya). Which put me so far behind I felt like I couldn’t even see the cards anymore. I feel like I played exceptionally well from that point forward though because I managed to keep making Mitch use resources while just about clinging to life and still pressuring his life total. Eventually, I had a board of cecil, Kam and Wol vs his board of weak forwards with us both on 6 damage. Easy game from there.

Game 2:

Pretty standard game of fusoya.dek here. Similar things happen to game 1 where fusoya puts in work except this time al-cid also puts in work. It was too much when he played like 4 forwards turn 3-4 and I had no board wipe.

Game 3:

I think Mitch decided he didn’t want to win anymore because I played a Kam searching Zodiark from 3 backups with 3 in hand and he decided to discard his whole hand to dump 3 forwards on the board to try to kill Kam. He only had 1 backup and 0 in hand so it was the swiftest Zodiark of my life. Game was set and done from that point forward, no way to come back for him.

Semi Finals Sam wigmore – mono earth

Sam is a really nice guy and he’s turning into a bit of my kryptonite because every time I go to calamity games he beats me horribly and it’s never fun. He beat me two weeks earlier with mono earth and it was degenerate and seemed like it required no skill which was one of the reasons I wanted to test it :D

The TL;DR of this match should have been I have Kam and Sam doesn’t so I win. However, I didn’t play Kam once so it was kind of irrelevant.

Game 1

He plays Warrior of light turn 1 telegraphing he has a bad hand. I play a backup and pass. He plays Ingus turn 2. I Shantotto. Game over. Situations like this can easily be replicated if you play a normal game of fftcg except one player draws 4 a turn and the other draws normally. That’s what it feels like.

Game 2: We both curve out to 4 backups and play some forwards, But I play Psicom Wardens and position myself to be more aggressive. I think I played around his summons better than He plays around mine and it put us in a position where he was just defensive the whole game. Not even attacking with brave guys. I keep playing 1 forward a turn and hold Kam in hand for when he Shantotto’s me. He plays miner getting back his Shantotto so he can board wipe next turn but I had enough to lethal him from there. This game is a good example of experience I think. Realistically we both had decent draws and the same sort of power level of forwards but I just played more aggressively which put Sam into a defensive mindset which allowed me to just have my way with him. Don’t let players bully you into submission, always be thinking about how to attack back rather than simply not lose!

Finals: Pete Sherratt – mono Ice

Pete is another lovely guy and he seemed really ecstatic that he was in the finals. I could tell he wouldn’t play his best before we even sat down because he asked who was in the finals against him and when told it was me he seemed really unconfident about it. It also seemed like he didn’t really care too much about winning since he was already happy with the nationals place, which is fine. One thing I will say about it is never go into a game thinking you will lose because you are against someone who you perceive as better than you. Similarly, Never go into a game thinking you can just smash it without thinking because you think you are better than your opponent. Give everyone respect and try hard like you are playing in a final of a tournament (especially if you are!) I promise you will surprise yourself occasionally: D

I knew my deck wasn’t tuned for mono ice as much as Sam’s was and I would have to not just play defensively and win of Guy and Yang. I wasn’t entirely sure what the best way to get around Mateus was but I figured if I Hecatoncheir in response to Mateus then it’ll be a good trade of resources. What happened in the games was very different though.

Game 1:

We both curve to 4 and he plays Setzer Locke. I play Psicom wardens and it turns out they are way bigger than Setzer Locke. A quick Kam into Zodiark left me in a position where I just attacked him and he died. Didn’t seem to be anything he could do about it really other than delay it with freeze effects.

From there I decided to just aggro him out because I don’t think he was in the mindset to be able to deal with that. Most people would look at Ice vs Earth and say Ice needs to be the aggressor so I figured that if I took him out of his comfort zone he wouldn’t know what to do.

Game 2: Much of the same happened here. I played Psicom Wardens and Kam. He had no answer at all for them. I switched kam’s element a LOT this game though. Made it dark to zodiark one turn, then switched it to earth just so I could attack into an Orphan. Then back to ice, then earth. I killed his vayne and he just didn’t really have a way to get aggressive. As long as I was in the driver’s seat there was no way Pete would ever be able to win. I solve a really cool lethal puzzle though which involved me using Pellinore and sacrificing my Ingus then using My Monk to buff my Warden to be big enough to kill Orphan and swing in for the last point of damage.

Normally I would give shout outs for help with the deck e.t.c but realistically this deck was just a bunch of cards thrown together that happened to do well. Shout out to all the dark sphere guys (and Ryan and Alex) who were there yesterday and made the day fun and a massive shoutout to Josh Ge (and his beautiful girlfriend Sybil) for hosting me in turkey last week and for generally being a bit of a pimpishmotherf. I’d like to think that the trip made me a better player, but realistically the trip probably just made me a better wine drinker and fancy food sharer, lol.