#but in my mind you are actually so fucking lucky if your biggest problem

[autisticlenaluthor]

being back in school after being in the hospital for over a week is so disorienting. like this English paper? yeah, not a real problem. this exam? it's made up. meaningless.

it is so hard to care about turning stuff in and getting good grades now after going through non stop hell and then having to return to 'normal' as if nothing happened at all

[astonmartinii]

into the arms of another part two | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x reader

part two to this !! part three

yourusername

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yourusername: winner winner chicken dinner !! congrats maxy i’m so proud of you always

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user1: i know charles’ head is hot right now

user2: i hope netflix are taking notes cause this tea is steaming hot

maxverstappen1: thank you baby, helps when i have the prettiest cheerleader in the world

yourusername: i am the sexiest sargent in all of the orange army

maxverstappen1: too right you are

user3: i miss when y/n was the head of the tifosi the red monochromatic fits ate so hard

user4: i need charles to pull his head out of his ass and apologise so we can reclaim her before monza

user5: do not even bring up the fact we may not have custody of her for monza

danielricciardo: leave some for the rest of us maxy

yourusername: no actually i think it’s illegal for max not to win sorry

danielricciardo: will that change if charlie apologises?

yourusername: considering that hasn’t happened and doesn’t look to be happening any time soon - no.

user6: CHARLES PLEASE DO SOMETHING

user7: he doesn’t have to do anything, she’s just bitter cause she’s always been the bridesmaid and never the bride. we ALL know she’s always loved charles and she can’t handle that she’s not the centre of his attention it’s kinda pathetic

maxverstappen1: what made you think you know any of us enough to comment something like this? what told you that you even had a right to talk about y/n like that? she’s everything you could ever wish to be and more and she will never ever deserve the things you people are saying about her. charles would be lucky to have y/n in his life platonically or romantically but it’s his loss

user8: boyf of the year right here

user9: charles take note ^^^ this is how you’re meant to defend your best friend

landonorris: i am once again asking for photo credits i’m not gonna be your personal photographer for free

maxverstappen1: i literally paid for your dinner

yourusername: you’re literally a millionaire

landonorris: i don’t care a man still likes to be wined and dined

yourusername: just to make it clear we are not looking for a third

user10: i promise i can change your mind give me a chance

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f1tea: charles leclerc caught liking this tweet about the situation between him and y/n. seems like he won’t back down on this. what do you think?

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user13: i need this mans head on a spike i’m so serious

user14: i want to play pinball with the single marble in his head

user15: i think ferrari have genuinely caused real head rot in him cause no way he thinks this is a serve

user16: let's be real charles' biggest rivals are ferrari and himself

user17: not this man at his BIG AGE is liking shady tweets about his best friend

user18: i think it's safe to say they're not best friends any more

user19: also "biggest rival" my ass max and charles are fucking friends now so this whole narrative is complete horse shit

user20: i'm so bored of charles playing the victim bro YOU ARE THE INSTIGATOR YOU ARE THE PROBLEM

user21: the way charles is liking shit like this but max is writing whole ass essays in the comments defending her

user22: and that''s why i'll always back that she ended up with the right man

user23: max is so far in the lead in the championship i need him to take charles out for the narrative

user24: are we in high school? like seriously this is so fucking petty i cannot wait for media day this weekend

user25: he's either gonna be the funniest man in the world or he's gonna bite someones fucking head off

user26: and i'll back it either way

user27: i know y/n is about to have her revenge dress moment in the paddock someone get kym illman ready STAT.

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f1wagsupdates: REVENGE DRESS MOMENT !!! y/n y/ln enters the paddock in monza in this stunning black dress, showing the world what a catch she is, oh and that is max holding the umbrella for her, what a gentleman.

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user28: mother came to slay i cannot even

user29: this right after max came for charles in the press conference is PERFECTION + NO RED IN MONZA !!

user30: i see lily and carmen in the likes in knew they'd be on the right side

user31: girl i don't think anyone is on charles' side

user32: yall see the stink eye from the red bull garage when charles walked past they have y/n's back LOL

user33: the red bull garage been ride or dies for max so it defo makes sense that they would extend that to y/n

user34: christian was defo waiting for a question about it in the press conference

user35: someone on twitter got a clip of him putting his arm around fred going out of the paddock and telling him to get his driver under control

user36: yall are we on the kardashians what the fuck is going on

user37: people may hate christian but he defends his driver so much that he's inserting himself in the relationship drama

user38: i don't even follow f1 but whoever this is this serving oh my

user39: this is so exhausting like i need charles to just apologise so we can get cute y/n x max x charles content

user40: torturing myself thinking about how cute that dynamic could be

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f1: max verstappen clinches his tenth win of the season at monza, joined by sergio perez and oscar piastri. home heroes charles leclerc and carlos sainz came together at turn one, awful showing for ferrari in monza

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user41: this narrative is so so poetic

user42: i feel bad for the tifosi at this point y'all get your hopes up every season

user43: charles you aimed the wrong way if you wanted to take max out

user44: the way max kissed y/n after winning god they're so cute

user45: also the way christian got everyone to move so y/n could get to the front to see max

user46: even marko looked happy about it what is going on?

user47: y'all we knew it was gonna be bad for ferrari y/n wasn't wearing red, call me superstitious but every time she's worn red charles has either won or been on the podium

user48: well that's just what he gets for not appreciating her

user49: as fernando would say KARMA

user50: someone check charles' blood pressure please

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maxverstappen1: winning on and off the track, some of you can't relate.

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user51: parents omg

danielricciardo: fighting words maxy, not pulling your punches

maxverstappen1: i do my fighting on the track, not my fault people can't get past turn one to give me a real battle

danielricciardo: i need to be inside your brain

maxverstappen1: no there's images of y/n in my brain that no other man will ever see

danielricciardo: you crack me up maxy

yourusername: woah who's that fine ass piece of woman

maxverstappen1: she's taken sorry

yourusername: that's a shame, i hope that man is taking care of her

maxverstappen1: i don't believe she's got any complaints

yourusername: wow you sound like a gentleman, she's a lucky woman

maxverstappen1: believe me i am the lucky one.

yourusername: awwww maxy you're literally the sweetest person in the world

user52: if i was charles and i saw this after that race you'd have to restrain me i'm so serious

user53: i'm happy for y/n and max but i need them to stop being happy in my face

alexalbon: ur welcome for that first picture btw

yourusername: lily taught you well

alexalbon: so no thanks?

yourusername: i joke thank you very much sir albon

user54: so like all of the twitch quartet are on y/n's side? awkward.

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yourusername: charles and i have been best friends since i knew what the word meant and it really hurts that is has gotten to this point. when charles got his first girlfriend i chalked it up to the excitement of the experience, but when he routinely got in and out of relationships and falling back on our friendship once scorned, i started to question what he really felt about our friendship. i overlooked it every time even when it made me doubt my worth and hoped our friendship meant more. however, the cycle continued and after being left stranded at a beach in a country i do not know i decided it was the end. i have reached out to you so, so many times and want nothing more than our friendship to work and so we can be life-long friends that we can tell our kids about. but i guess it's not worth that much to you and that's something i'll have to reconcile with. the only positive coming from this the fact that it pushed me to the love of my life, so thank you for that.

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charles_leclerc: i've already got my trophy, sorry not sorry.

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user56: WHAT THE FUCK

user57: my brain is actually scrambled

user58: charles' must be as well cause no way he thought this was a good idea

landonorris: so this is a low blow

charles_leclerc: since when were you the reference point for morals

landonorris: damn dude, you're in the wrong but go off i guess

user59: why do i actually want to cry for y/n right now? she did this whole ass heartfelt post with no comments so people wouldn't be able to speculate and he replies with a pic of his gf's ASS

danielricciardo: not cool dude

charles_leclerc: i see you all took her side and our friendships mean fuck all

danielricciardo: kinda ironic you bring up respecting friendships

charles_leclerc: spare me the lecture

maxverstappen1: you're a child. but this is the closure she needs. cheers to being an asshole.

charles_leclerc: so you managed to get some of my sloppy seconds, you're welcome

maxverstappen1: she's not sloppy seconds and i can't believe you'd refer to her as that. but if you wanna talk sloppy seconds you can hold the 100 point gap between us in the championship. and y/n will never say this so i'll say it for her GO FUCK YOURSELF

user60: SHOTS FIRED

user61: men are so confusing

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f1wagsupdates: charles leclerc spotted outside y/n y/ln's office with flowers this afternoon. idk at this point, any time i report on this man i lose more brain cells.

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user67: lol even wag page admins are done

f1wagsupdates: he gives me a lot of content but damn he needs to sort his head out

user68: lol this is gonna be an all time apology tour i can't wait

user69: i honestly don't want y/n to forgive him he doesn't deserve it.

user70: yeah max has proven ride or die for y/n so i know who she should stick with

user71: i need him to donate his brain to science cause in what world is a measly bouquet of flowers gonna cover all of this shit ?

user72: legit he's systematically ditched his best friend, let randomers on the internet drage her name through the mud and then liked it and then flaunted the fact that he didn't care about their friendship for everyone to see

maxverstappen1: lol nice try

user73: my petty king i love him so much

user74: i know y/n is taking a break from social media but i hope she knows how much love she's getting

user75: for real we're all on her side i hope she slammed that door in charles' face

user76: i hope that bouquet ended up in the bin

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note: i know this was heavily requested so here it is!! i really like it and it's defo open for a third part if yall want charles and y/n to reconcile? thank you for reading xx

[anundyingfidelity]

PRIVATE LESSONS – Sanji x female reader

Summary: on what is supposed to be another of your private cooking lessons, you and Sanji get closer... in a very intimate way.

Pairing: Sanji x female reader.

Word count: 2k.

Warnings: pure fucking, dirty, obscene fingerfucking smut, some plot, heavy hand kink, eye contact, language (also reader thinks herself as a slut at some point), fingering, cum play(?), semi-public, praising, pet names (darling, sweetheart, good girl...).

Notes: this is just full of smut so yeah. Idk, this is my realization that I am a Sanji whore. Enjoy you sinners. And I'm sorry for any errors as English is not my main language. (I'll keep apologizing for this lol).

☕ if you like my writing, support me with a ko-fi !

Probably will make a part 2 to consumate this shit, but I can't promise I will...

GEN MASTERLIST!

Months ago, you started at the Baratie as a waitress but your biggest wish was cooking. And Sanji was there to help you with that. You had absolutely no idea how to start, lucky for you, the blonde chef of the restaurant was aware of your dreams. So you started lessons after your shift.

"Can't deny the wishes of a pretty thing like you," you remembered Sanji saying when you finally asked him to teach you. He winked and put a playful smirk on his lips.

Yes, Sanji was a flirt - but he was a flirt with everyone. So you never took personally his random comments and hits, until you started your cooking classes.

The Baratie was always closed and there was no one but Sanji and you in the kitchen. He had started with the basic stuff, like chopping vegetables and soft meat, and making easy entries and sidedishes.

There was a problem though. This was almost the fourth week you were receiving his lessons and you found out there was something distracting you a lot recently: his hands.

His beautiful, strong hands, that, in a delicate manner, would slice a fish and would convert it in the most delicious dish you ever tasted ever. You became so immersed in his hands doing little to nothing. Even if Sanji wasn't cooking, just fixing his hair or having a cigarrette, everything you could keep your focus on was his beautiful fingers, sometimes wearing pretty rings and jewels around them. And the way the veins on his big hands would appear... Gods, your mind started to wonder a lot of things and it was becoming difficult keeping your focus on the special salad you were preparing that night.

"You're doing great, love," Sanji whispered, staying right behind you and monitoring carefully your chopping like an inspector.

His sweet words were no help for you at all. With a deep breath, you finished with the last eggplant. Sanji immediately came closer and leaned behind your back, and you controled the loud gasp that was about to burst. You felt his strong body pressed against your own, and he suddenly grabbed your hand still holding the knife to start chopping a small piece of the eggplant you just finished. His arms were now sorrounding your figure as he guided softly on how you were supposed to cut it.

"Just make sure to cut them like this, see?"

All you could give was a nod. Fuck, you felt so embarrassed, hypnotized by his hands working on the must mundane activities in the whole world, grabbing firmly the knife between his fingers.

Those thick fingers you fantasized about late at night; not letting you pay attention to the important things Sanji would say to you about cooking. Those fingers you wished to have inside you right now, to lick them, to suck on them until they were completely dry... You rub your thighs together and try to keep your thoughts locked to continue with the lesson.

"Yeah, I see now. Thanks, Sanji," you were surprised you were actually able to talk.

You heard his chuckle behind you before shifting and come by your side, leaving you free of his grip and the warmth of his hands that you were already missing.

"Lets plate then."

Sanji guided you on how to place each ingredient on the bowl, making it harder for you to follow his pace. It took longer than you expected, but you were trying to keep your shit together; your skirt and shirt suddenly felt too tight on your figure and you tried to not rub your thighs, even if you wished for some friction right now.

Once the bowl was done, Sanji took the small plate with the sauce you prepared earlier and gave it a delicate taste, licking the spoon with his tongue.

Why did he look so hot just by doing anything? Was he aware of the effect he had in you lately? Was he teasing you? Or where you just hot and bothered already? No answer you had for any of those questions.

Sanji wrinkled his brows, savoring the sauce with such delicacy, and after a moment or so of thinking he looked at you.

"I think something is missing," he said.

"What? I put everything that was on the recipe for the sauce." In a swift move, you took the spoon from his hand and had a taste yourself. "Seems okay for me."

The chef tsked. "Darling, you need to taste it differently. Deeper, go further than usual."

Sanji dipped his forefinger on the sauce and brought it to your lips. With hesitation, you opened your mouth and licked the sauce from his finger, not only tasting the sauce but savouring the moment. Was he aware of how you looked at his hands? You were not going to question it. Not when you carefully wrapped your soft lips around him, closing your eyes slowly, arousal building up between your legs. His words were no help either, it was like if he was testing the waters and so were you.

You felt Sanji pulling out his finger from your mouth and you let out a soft moan. You wanted to snap yourself. He smirked, he obviously heard your pretty noise.

"Sorry..." you were ashamed but the burning desire was growing and winning over you. What a fucking slut, you thought to yourself. It didn't matter right now. You just had a taste of his fingers.

"So what'd you say?" Sanji interrupted the voice inside your head.

Your dark eyes looked intensely his charming blue ones. "I still think the taste is good."

Sanji leaned down, almost brushing your lips and looking like if he was forcing himself to not press his lips to yours right there and then. Until he did. He captured your lips in a heated and rough kiss, his tongue finding its way into your mouth and tasting the sauce and the sweetness of your plump lips. One of his hands cupped your cheek and the other pulled you closer, forcing your back to press against the counter. Now, you were trapped between his body and the surface.

A moan escaped your throat and Sanji happily swallowed it on the heated make out session you shared. He lifted you up so you were sitting on the empty side of the counter, taking shallow breaths, as he stood between your parted legs, stroking the skin of your thighs without any rush.

"I've noticed you look at my hands so attentively," he mumbled, biting your lower lip softly. You gasped, but he continued. "Why's that?"

His question left you speechless for a moment. Did he really need to ask?

"Sanji, I already licked your finger..."

His palms traced their way under your skirt, and his fingers teased your inner thighs, finding the fabric covering your wet core.

"Well, darling, doesn't that mean we can go further? Deeper?"

"Go ahead then," you mumbled, full of lust. Your skin was aching already for him and this was all you needed to feel complete. Him.

With that, his fingers rubbed you softly over your panties, pressing on the wet patch you were already making. Sanji smirked and he leaned to pay attention to the delicate skin on your neck. His lips pressed soft kisses, leaving a trail of them, until he found the sweet spot that made you melt into his touch, nibbling and sliding his tongue against your neck until he met your collarbone.

"Sanji..." the soft whimper past your lips and you held your breath, eyes closed as he hiked up your uniform skirt and puts aside the panties covering your core from him.

His name falling off your lips made his cock inside his trousers twitch, restraining himself to not fuck you right there in the counter until the only thing that was on your mind was his name and only him. Right now, he decided he would take care of you first. As you deserved it.

"So fucking wet for me, sweetheart," he groaned, forehead pressing against yours.

His fingers found your pussy, spreading your folds softly, coating them with your already dripping juices. Sanji rubbed your clit and he teased your entrance, going at an agonizing rhythm. All you wanted was for him to fuck you with his fingers. Now. You started to grind your hips, needing some more friction, knowing he would get the hint of your despair.

"Please, Sanji," you whined.

Sanji chuckled, and you felt pathetic for begging. You could tell he was enjoying your squirm. His free hand cupped the nape of your neck forcing your dark eyes to look at his own directly.

"Look at me," Sanji ordered. "Do not dare to close your eyes, darling."

You bit your lip and nodded, gripping tightly the edge of the counter.

"Good girl," he whispered with a raspy voice, and with a lustful smile on his lips. "I want to see you come undone."

And with his statement, he eased one digit inside your velvety walls. You moaned louder this time.

"Fuck, you're so ready for me," Sanji growled, noticing how obvious the ache between your thighs was. "You're perfect, darling," he cooed against your lips. His praising caused your walls to clench around him, gaining another dark smile from the blonde man.

The thrusts of his finger started in a delicate pace. Instantly, your eyes clenched, breath hitching, as he filled you up. Sanji gradually increased his pace, curling his finger to reach your deepest spot, and you felt your juices coating your thighs with his moves.

"You look at me, don't forget," Sanji whispered, his other hand now cupping your cheek. You obeyed, opening your eyes for him.

A second finger made its way inside your cunt and he pumped them harder this time. Your legs were spreading wider, moaning against his lips, dying to kiss him one more time. But you tried your hardest to mantain the deep eye contact, realizing where you were right now. In the empty kitchen of the Baratie, with the blonde chef between your legs, fucking you with his pretty fingers. Those he protected and took care of so attentively.

And now, the only place Sanji wanted to have his fingers on was inside of you. You looked flushed, sweaty and simply gorgeous, cyring and whimpering. All for him. Your pussy was throbbing and you let a rather loud and erotic moan.

"Shit, I'm so close," you cried.

"Just come for me, beautiful..."

His lips catching your swollen ones in a heated kiss. He curled up his fingers, thumb rubbing your clit softly. Your hips trying to meet the thrusts of his hand desperately, your smooth walls clenching around his digits. Sanji realized he enjoyed the control and power he had over you as you reached your heavenly climax. He loved it more than he could ever think of.

Your body trembled, and finally, you felt sweet release hitting you, walls spasming in ecstasy around his fingers. Foreheads still touching, eyes locked as he watched you come undone. Exactly like he wanted it to be.

You moaned his name under your breath over and over, filled with pleassure. Sanji felt your thighs closing and your pussy contracting around his digits. He let you catch your breath for a moment, enjoying the heat of your body. For the first time, Sanji then pulled away his forehead, remaining still between your legs, and slowly removing his fingers from your throbbing cunt, eyes looking directly to your wetness.

Still covered with your juices, Sanji used both his hands to spread your folds obscenely to get a better look at your pussyhole. Fuck, you felt so exposed to him, but you couldn't care less. You had a mindblowing orgasm just moments ago.

"Fuck-" you cried.

"So beautiful," he praised. Again, you whimpered and your hips bucked a little.

Sanji pushed a finger slowly inside you, just to gather more of your sweetness, so he could finally have a taste. He licked both fingers he used on you before, humming like he had found the best meal in days.

"So how is it?" you finally asked, teasing him.

"Sweetheart, you're delicious."

You laughed softly, realising you totally forgot about the dish you were preparing that night. "Is this included on your private lessons, Sanji?"

"Only if you want," he leaned down to share a last kiss, this time more gentle than the others.

He already knew your answer.

[mapofthesea]

forward!jimin x social media manager!fem!reader

hockey!au

genre: smut, fluff, porn with a hint of plot!

word count: 5.8k

summary: star forward Park Jimin is not only good at the game of hockey, but the game of life. He’s rarely faced with adversity and enjoys the perks of being admired by millions of fans between his sporting and modeling endeavors. To you, he’s nothing but a massive thorn in your side: a reminder of your past life as a puck bunny and your biggest challenge in landing your next promotion. He’s damn lucky he’s handsome.

warnings: arguing, tension from past relationship (they were never Together but they did fuck), swearing, jimin is a smug little shit, jimin with a lip piercing (!!!), hockey talk but no actual game time action, they have Feelings for each other, kind of enemies to lovers but lowkey, specific smut warnings include: penetrative unprotected sex (don’t do this irl!), dom!jimin x sub!reader, slightly bratty reader, degradation (he calls her a slut, she likes it though) and praise, making out/sloppy kissing, fingering (f receiving) oral (f receiving), handjob, hair pulling, hickeys/marking, multiple orgasms, coming inside, slight overstimulation, aftercare ofc

a/n: as always my work is not proof read or edited so there may be some mistakes! Also this is clearly smut so please do not go below the cut if you’re under 18 or uncomfortable with the content noted above. Happy reading!

The warmth of the hotel sheets engulfs you, the expensive feeling silk rubbing gently against your freshly washed skin. You barely know what time it is, but the sleep weighing down your eyelids negates any logic.

An involuntary sigh passes your lips as you feel your spine decompress from the cramped position you had to assume on the plane ride here. Your phone vibrates on the beside table but you skillfully ignore it, snuggling further into the comforter. A sweet lull of sleep starts to envelope you- and then your phone vibrates again. Once, twice, three times, and then the barrage of texts turns into a full blown call, rattling your phone violently.

"Fuck, what?" You yell, throwing the covers off and snatch the phone off of the bedside table. The brightness makes you squint, answering the call without seeing who it is.

"Hello?"

"Oh Thank God, Y/N. I need you to-" the sound of your boss's voice sends anger through your veins. It was his idea for you to travel to this tournament, and now he has the audacity to call you after working hours?

"No, please, Ken. It's late and I'm tired. Whatever the issue is it can wait until the morning."

"It really can't, Y/N. I need you to go talk to Park. Now." You still, heart hammering at the name. You can't imagine what the fuck he would need at this hour, but you're not a babysitter and you certainly aren't giving up your rest for him.

"No, I'm just here to do media for the games. It's not my problem if he needs a handler tonight." Ken sighs and the tension is palpable through the phone line. The silence buzzes through you like a live wire.

"If you don't go talk to him now, your job is gonna be a lot harder than it needs to be in the morning. Please, Y/N. I need someone with boots on the ground to help me. If you get it solved I'll fast track your application for the promotion." Ken's offer hangs over your head. Fuck this capitalist system and the fact that whoever takes the promotion is based more on connection than talent. As much as you despise having to continue to climb the ladder after years of hard work in college and the office, the perks of better health insurance glimmer in your mind.

"Okay, fine. I'm going." Anxiety spikes in your chest as Ken thanks you and hangs up. You vividly remember the last time you were one on one with Park Jimin, and the thought makes your cheeks flame. Suddenly your breezy pajamas feel too warm, and the slightly damp strands of your hair at the nape of your neck itch.

When you started your career in sports media, you never saw yourself working for the same hockey team he plays for. You always saw it as a near impossibility when you moved away from your hometown for the degree- but the universe works in weird and cruel ways that happen to force you into close quarters with a whole gaggle of professional hockey players. You really tried your very hardest to avoid interacting with any of the players on the team outside of working hours, not just Jimin. Although several of them had also flew in today and settled in the same hotel, you made sure to book with a separate airline and get a hotel room on a separate floor. You had no interest in mixing your business with your personal life; it’s nothing but an irresponsible risk.

But here you are now, embarrassing yourself by applying a fresh layer of deodorant before you leave your hotel room. The lavish hallways are luckily empty, and the cool elevator shaft eases the heat crawling up your neck. It’s incredibly nerve-wracking to imagine why you needed to have this intervention, and the idea of how he may answer the door makes you dizzy.

Maybe he’d injured himself? But surely you wouldn’t be the one called to his room in that case. There was always the possibility that he did something to cause a media storm- got into a fight, was spotted robbing a store, maybe it was reported that he did cocaine in a bathroom- but it had only been a few hours since their plane landed, so would he have had time for any of that? And wouldn't covering up a personal blunder be up to his personal manager, not you? Your palms slick with sweat at the possibilities of the mess you’re going to find behind his door.

You hover outside it, staring at the gold plated numbers illuminated by the nearby sconces. It's oddly intimidating to know he's just on the other side of the door; living and breathing and simply existing- perhaps making some kind of erroneous mistake that could ruin his career or basking in the aftermath of that. The wood of the door feels thick and expensive under your fingers as you knock, and it’s so feeble that you can almost guarantee he didn’t hear it. You swear and try again, knocking harder despite your shaking knuckles.

“Coming!” His voice sounds light and airy but it makes lead drop through your stomach. The urge to run away overtakes you and just as you make the decision that no, this isn’t worth the possibility of a promotion, the door swings open.

Park Jimin has no right looking this handsome at whatever ungodly hour you had knocked on his door. His black hair is mussed at the back of his head as if he had just been laying in bed. The softness of his hair is almost enough to weaken you, but the familiar narrowed cut of his eyes runs ice through you. Heat blooms in your cheeks as you blush and internally chastise yourself for the stupid reaction; you were here for a professional reason, so why the fuck was your heart hammering in your chest at a million miles an hour?

"What can I do for you, Y/N?" Jimin's silky voice filters through your hazy mind and you startle, shaking your head to clear the suffocation surrounding you. Alarm bells ring at the familiar cadence of his voice, the way he perfectly crafts the syllables that make up your name.

"Um, I-" your eyes flit around his face; the tempting golden sheen of his skin under the gold casted hallway lighting, the fullness of his cheeks and his pretty lashes and the silver gleam of his lip-ring...

"What the fuck is that?" You practically yell, pulled out of your reverence at his handsomeness as the lip ring registers. It's a bold silver curve, resting temptingly in the middle of his plush bottom lip. It shines as if tempting you to look closer, to touch it, to feel it. Your stomach stirs at the fleeting thought of how the cold metal would pull an addicting contrast between the heated press of his lips.

"This?" He licks at the metal with his tongue and you suddenly feel the need to take a seat. "Got it a while ago, honestly. Off season stuff." He waves his hand nonchalantly as if you'd asked him if he wanted chocolate or vanilla cake. "You like it?" He arches a perfectly shaped brow and leans casually on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. He's small and lithe for a hockey player, but you know that he has intimidating strength corded through his arms and the stamina to match.

Dumbly, you nod at his question. You like it a lot. Jimin lets out a heady laugh and you can only imagine how fucking stupid you look right now; slightly damp hair and a flushed bare face, mismatched sleep socks and these stupid lamb pajamas your mom got you for Christmas. Your face blanches at the sudden realization that the shorts were certainly too small for standing in a hotel hallway under Park Jimin's gaze.

"Wait, no, I'm here because Ken told me to come down and talk to you!" You backtrack quickly, pulling at the bottom hem of your t-shirt.

"Awe, come on Y/N, you mean you didn't want to come visit me for old times sake?" His electric eyes travel your bare legs. You grit your teeth and try to find the fire of anger in your stomach-the shield that's allowed you to ward off your feelings for him for so many years- but it's been replaced by the quivering attraction that never quite left.

"N-no, Jimin." You plant your hands on your hips; hoping to instill some of the social media manager persona back into your conversation. "That thing is a liability for you, and for me, it sounds like, because Ken sent me down here to take care of it. You'll have to get rid of it. It's out of regulations for the games." Jimin blinks owlishly, as if he had never considered that the piercing would be out of regulations.

"Really?" He licks the damn piercing again and your greedy eyes soak up every part; the perfect pinkness of his tongue and the way he maneuvers it around the metal in a tantalizing circle that's much too familiar. Your stomach simmers with arousal.

"Fuck, Jimin, yes. It really is out of regulations, and I would assume Ken saw some picture of you with it, and he's pissed and made it my problem because he isn't here yet. So please, for me, take it out for the games." When is this guy ever going to give you a break? You spent your entire teenage years pining for him and half of your college visits home tangled in his bedsheets, and now as a full fledged adult you're begging him to get his shit together so you can get considered for a promotion. "Please, Jimin, can you just do this one thing for me?" The exasperation of the night makes your voice whiny even to your own ears, and you can practically see Jimin's ears perk at the sound. A cheeky grin overtakes his features.

"If I remember correctly, I've done lots of things for you." You don't miss the shift in his voice; the darkened tone that haunted your dreams for months after you vowed to never speak to him again. Suddenly your throat feels dry and you choke on your rebuttal as he takes a confident stride into the hallway. You can smell the clean linen of his cologne and you instinctively close your eyes and take an inhale. Your nose flares and you swallow your impure thoughts.

"Listen." You poke a finger into his chest and immediately regret it; the firmness of his well toned muscles rejecting your jab. "Come on, Jimin. I'm begging you."

His chest shudders under your finger, and he's so close you can feel the exhale of his breath against your hair. You're frozen as he moves, clasping one of your shoulders with strong fingers. His grip makes your skin tingle as he lowers himself to match your stare.

"I seem to remember you being much better at begging, Y/N. Hmm? Want to try that again?"

Arousal lights your veins and your brain whirs into overdrive, screaming at you to follow the animal instinct clawing inside your gut. Unbidden flashes of your past with Jimin run through your mind: the grip of his hands on your plush hips as he drives himself into you, the paths of bruised kisses he left on your tits after hours of teasing them, the reddened claw marks you left on the bronzed skin of his back.

The current of dominance in his words sparks something dormant inside of you; the slumbering brattiness that you had converted into tenacity reborn. You surge up against him, closing the gap with a bruising kiss. He stumbles slightly in surprise but easily recovers, capturing you around the waist as you devour his mouth. The cool metal of the lip ring is just as addicting as you imagined it to be, wedged between the unending warmth of his plush lips. It's fucking addicting to be kissing him again as he pulls you against the hard planes of his body. There's no hesitation in his actions as he shoves his tongue into your mouth and you nipples pebble in response to the liquid heat he elicits in you.

Oxygen becomes useless to you the longer you kiss him. All that matters is the connection of your bodies, the slip of your tongues against one another. Your heart stutters with yearning as Jimin helps himself to a handful of your ass cheeks and you nip at his piercing playfully. A moan reverberates through him and he uses his grip on you to pull you impossibly closer, walking your bodies backward into his hotel room.

The change of scenery shocks you enough that you finally break from the kiss, panting from the exertion. The heavy door slams shut behind you as Jimin pushes it, perhaps a bit too hard. To your wild satisfaction Jimin looks just as winded as you feel. “Fuck,” he croaks the word and you smile, unable to hold back anymore. Something in your mind loosens, and you surge forward to fumble with the tie of his sweatpants. A beautiful moan falls from his lips and for a second you’re sure that the control he never gave you had become yours: that in the years you’d been apart he had shifted into a man who let you take. After so long of playing the sexy and mysterious playboy, Jimin had finally unraveled for you.

But his sudden strength re-emerges just as you begin to wiggle the fabric down his hips, and he captures your wrists under his palm. Forcing your wandering hands away, a familiar gleam of delight at your pliancy shadows his eyes.

“Oh, little girl, you know better than that, don’t you? Or did you forget how this goes for us?” He tuts dismissively but the passion on his face makes your knees weak. “You-“ he shuffles you closer to the king sized bed, “do what I want you to, isn’t that right, Y/N?” Arrogance colors his tone, and you have half a mind to tell him to shove it, but he guides your hands back to his cock and your brain shorts.

He’s hard, twitching under your touch as he holds your hands there, controlling the pressure of your touch. From your seated position on the bed you get a glorious view of the vein in his neck throbbing, and you regret not plastering any bruises onto his neck earlier. “You always were so good with your hands, Y/N. Fuck. Used to drive me crazy thinking about your hands on my dick.” The husk of his voice makes wetness pool between your thighs. It had been so long since you heard him like this but it was just as delicious as before. The pressure he holds on your hands relinquishes but it’s clear what he expects of you so you snake your hands under the layers of fabric dutifully.

You can’t help but tease him a bit, tracing the curve of his balls through the fabric of his expensive boxers. His hips jump forward and he bites out a warning that has you eager to feel the firm hotness of his bare cock in your hand. You shift forward to pull him free, and you keen at the sight of his cock.

A thatch of welcoming dark hair at the base, the length that puts your last boyfriend to shame, the pretty red-tinged head pulsing with a pearlescent shine of precum. Suddenly, you feel extremely empty.

The seam of your pajama shorts presses right where you need it, so you settle for rubbing your thighs together subtly for now. Your hand encases his length, starting with small gentle strokes that you know are doing nothing but driving him crazy. His stomach clenches and trembles as you start pumping him faster, relishing in the little jumps of his cock as your grip gets firmer.

“Feels so good,” the praise falls from him without thought and strikes a hot iron in your stomach, thighs rubbing together without much thought. “Pretty little hand on me like that, fuckin missed that.” The haze of arousal occupies you enough that you don’t allow yourself to overthink anything: instead taking the liberty to rub your thumb firmly over the tip of his cock. The precum aids your glide but you feel a devious idea sneak up on you and you promptly lean forward to spit directly onto his cock. The sound he makes is inhumane and you adore it, gobbling up the strained whimper of your name as he grasps your hair, hard.

Pleasure shoots down your spine at his grip and he grins slyly, calculating eyes shooting down to the quivering of your thighs. You don’t cease your hands, only adding the second to cup at his balls again while he appraises you. “My pretty little slut, spitting on my cock without me even asking.” He holds your hair harder, cocking your head just enough that you can’t look away from his smoldering eyes. “Are you my pretty little slut?”

You were expecting the question: a relic of your college aged trysts, but it still bowls you over like a semi truck.

“Y-yes, Jimin. ‘M your pretty little slut.” He grins so hard that his eyes scrunch and an approving sound rolls out of him. Your pussy throbs at that, hips canting forward as you mindlessly work your hands over his cock. “Do you need some help?” The grip on your hair disappears and you immediately miss it, the sting of your scalp serving as a beautiful reminder. It takes you a minute to decipher what he means, but the way his penetrating stare flickers between your eyes and your center clues you in. The seam of your shorts had been consistently stimulating you but not nearly enough for any kind of relief: you had soaked through them and your panties while Jimin spoke to you.

You pout at him and nod even though he really didn't need more persuasion. Jimin's quick to cup your pussy in his hand, rubbing his palm over the soaked fabric. Your grip on his cock tightens at his touch and he hisses approvingly, pressing harder against your pussy. You grind your hips upward in a bid to get him closer to your clit. The dull pressure of him cupping you entirely only heightens the neediness in your veins.

"Please, Jimin," you whine and petulantly drop your hands from him when he doesn't get the hint fast enough. Jimin arches a brow at you.

"Is this the game you wanna play, Y/N?" Only now do you realize that his hand has stilled as well, the heat of his palm radiating against your wetness. You shake your head, unable to bear the idea of being denied his touch any longer. "That's what I thought," he tuts. "Now be a good girl and keep touching me, and maybe I'll return the favor."

You immediately grasp for him again, making quick work of thumbing the vein running on the underside of his cock. Jimin returns the favor by honing in on your clit through the fabric of your shorts. You work each other in a lustful tandem, sharing moans until Jimin slips his fingers underneath the soaked layers of fabric on you. The feeling of his fingers on your bare pussy sends you reeling, hands doubling their work on him as he circles your clit with a nimble index finger.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're gonna make me fucking cum," his hips stutter wildly under your grip and you smile, dopey on the satisfaction and the energy building in your core.

"Wanna make you cum," you supply, squeezing the head of his cock lightly. Jimin grunts heartily, head tipping back against his shoulders and you know you have him right there. Triumph squeezes your heart as you make quick deliberate strokes across his cock.

You hear him cum before you feel it, the beautiful tone of his voice husked with arousal. His hips stutter and buck against your hand as his cum paints your top and your palm, the sticky wetness oddly satisfying to your lust addled brain. A laugh of disbelief leaves him as your hand finally loosens. His own hand comes back to life and you gasp; surprised by his renewed energy so soon after coming.

His chest heaves as he bares down over you, leaning your body back onto the plush mattress. His eyes skate down to the mess he made of your shirt and a devious smirk decorates his face.

"Hmm, maybe we should get you out of this messy shirt?" His voice is invariably playful again and you can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you.

"Oh, I guess if you insist..." you bat your eyes playfully as he dislodges his hand from your pussy. It leaves you feeling oddly cold, but the gentle tug at the bottom of your shirt distracts you.

"Can I?" The sheepish look on his face stuns you. After everything that had happened tonight, and all of the times he had taken the liberty of stripping you naked before, you're surprised to see the hesitation on his face.

"Yes, Jimin, if you're sure." You cup his face gently, thumbing the delicate metal of his lip ring. He nips at your fingertip and laves at the spot with his sinful tongue. The flush that stains your face is blocked by the fabric of your shirt as he shucks it off; and Jimin's gaze finds your tits immediately.

"So pretty," he pinches a nipple in reverence. "I missed these tits, Y/N. Missed you." You can't be sure if he meant to admit the last part, but hope strikes your heart regardless. He squishes your tits together and jiggles them, and for a second he's transformed back to the boyish college freshman he was when you first started to hook up; high on his new career as an athlete and the fame that came with it.

His tongue laves across the curves of your breasts, biting a bruise into the supple flesh right above your nipple. The pain transforms into arousal in a second, and your hips buck against him in silent question.

"Oh, can't have just half the outfit on, can we?" He dances his calloused fingers along the waistband of your tiny shorts before yanking them clean off, underwear easily going along with them. The rush of cool air that meets your pussy raises goosebumps along your skin.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll get you nice and warmed up again." Jimin cracks a feline smile and settles comfortably on his knees before parting your thighs. Wetness slicks between them and he hums in satisfaction.

His long hair tickles your legs and you already feel so overwhelmed that by the time he puts his mouth on you, your back is arching toward the ceiling. He presses a kiss to your pussy and the cold sting of his lip ring brings tears to your eyes. Jimin parts your lips with his fingers and allows himself to feast, licking you so thoroughly that you think this must be a holy experience.

Surely this is what divine intervention feels like: Park Jimin feasting on your pussy like a man starved, circling your clit with his tongue and teasing your throbbing entrance with his deft fingers. Your body is honed into every move he makes, and each twitch of his tongue and push of his fingers brings you closer to the sweet, blinding edge. Your hips squirm at the overwhelming sensations and Jimin nips at your clit in retaliation, throwing a strong arm over your lower stomach. Effectively holding you in place, he redoubles his efforts and slides two fingers home, stretching your walls at the same time he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

The hot wetness of your arousal, his mouth, the slip of his tongue against you, and the shockingly chilled press of that god damn lip ring send you into happy oblivion. An inhumane string of noises rips from your throat as you come, writhing against the sheets as white heat flashes behind your eyelids. You vaguely register Jimin's fingers pushing you through the high as he laps the last bits of arousal out of you.

"There's my pretty little slut," he purrs as you settle. Your thighs twitch as he pulls his hand away to smooth down the hairs sticking to your face. It takes you a few blinks to register the pretty grin on his face, but you return it with ease.

"Never get rid of that thing." You gesture vaguely to his mouth and a puff of laughter runs across your face. He tongues at it thoughtfully, and even though you had just come, your pussy throbs again.

"Funny, about an hour ago you were begging me to take it out."

You slap his chest noncommittally, still weakened from your explosive orgasm. Jimin pecks your forehead and you keen. A softness appears around his edges as he looks down on you; and even in your bare faced, sweaty state you feel adored.

"I missed you too," the words burst forward before you can rethink it. It'd been swimming around in your mind since you accepted your job offer and caught sight of him for the first time in years. Although neither of you were ever bold enough to make it official, there was no denying the magnetic attraction you shared.

"Fuck, I'm so glad you said that. I have so much I wanna talk to you about-" he presses another delicate kiss to the corner of your lips and you grin. "But I am so hard right now, can we please talk later?" He rolls his hips against you and the evidence is clear. Your brain blanks, replacing the fuzzy adoration with sharp, demanding need.

"Uh huh, talk later. Need you now." Jimin makes short work of his shirt at your approval. His instagram modeling presence has made you no stranger to the sight of his bared chest; but the toned muscles of his pecs and abs scramble your mind. His skin nearly twinkles under the light, and whether its a trick of your mind or the evidence of a very fancy moisturizer, you're just happy to be in his presence.

"Flip," he orders, voice devoid of the sweetness it held just moments before. A shiver wracks your spine as you follow his instructions, flipping onto your hands and knees and obediently curving your back. Jimin hums in praise and you feel renewed energy course through your veins.

He traces the curve of your ass, ghosting his touch around the sensitive skin. You can't see him but you can picture the self satisfied grin on his face as he relishes in the smooth skin. The touch of his lips against your full cheek shocks you and you rock forward into the bed. Jimin bites into the flesh firmly and you moan at the feeling of his sharp canines. You can imagine the blooming bruise that will be there by the morning, and the mere idea of the sore reminder of this night makes your core throb.

"Do you-" Jimin's words die in this throat. "Do you have any condoms?" The punch of reality has you sagging into the sheets. Of course you didn't. The last thing you expected was for this night to unfold like it did. Heavy disappointment weighs your heart.

"I didn't bring any, I haven't..." he trails off again and you wait a few breathless seconds for his words before you twist your upper body so you can see his face. His cheeks are flushed a rosy red that's so endearing your heart squeezes. If it weren't for his evident arousal you would think he had just woken up from a long, restful sleep.

"I haven't been with anyone in a while." He gives you a sheepish smile and you nod in understanding.

"Me either." The admission passes between the two of you like calm water, cooling the tension until a storm whips up in Jimin's eyes. His cocky grin returns as he palms himself.

"I'm clean, are you?" You nod, body reacting to his insinuation before your mind can fully catch up.

"I'm on the pill," you breathe the words as if you can't believe them, and Jimin looks absolutely ravenous. He runs two thick fingers up your pussy, gathering the heady arousal that already has you slippery and stretched for him.

"Gonna let me get in you raw, huh?" He shuffles forward until you can feel the tip of his cock pressed against your folds. He holds his cock against you with his thumb as he glides, careful not to enter you prematurely.

"If I woulda known all it took was a few years apart..." you huff a rueful laugh that transforms into a moan as he slips the head of his cock into you.

"Oh fuck-" Jimin wastes no time in sliding in until he is seated fully inside of you. Your walls pulse around him and you can feel drool pooling in your mouth. He takes a handful of each of your asscheeks and pulls your body against his own, a little experiment to see just how greedy your pussy is for him.

An obscene squelch sounds between your bodies and it only spurs Jimin into further action.

"Fucking perfect little ass and pussy swallowing me up." Jimin moves impossibly fast, taking care to sheath his entire cock inside of you hard before pulling out. Your finger nails rake through the comforter as the waves of pleasure ripple through you. Jimin's body encases your own, trapping you under the strength of his muscles and heat of his sweaty skin. With his chest pressed to your back, his cock drives into you at a brand new angle that makes your toes curl with delight. Jimin's sinful lips find a home at the juncture of your neck and he seems more than happy to decorate you with hickeys to match the one on your ass. The addicting drag of his cock pairs with the tickling cold of his lip ring each time his mouth lands on you, and the sensory overload has your stomach clenching.

You have completely lost control of your mouth and allowed the animalistic sector of your brain to take over as Jimin fucks you stupid. His own incoherent grunts vibrate against your neck in fragments. "Pretty...good little slut...fuck..."

Your eyes roll as he slows his thrusts, aiming for the perfect spot that makes your legs jelly. It only takes him a few moments to find it, and the world quickly becomes washed with tears.

You hiccup his name as he steadies a hand around your abdomen, sneakily playing with your clit.

"You gonna come for me, Y/N? Get my cock all nice and wet just like you're supposed to?" He braces his unoccupied hand overtop of you, clutching the headboard with flexing muscles. His presence is suffocating in the best possible way and you feel like you're drowning in Jimin.

"Such a perfect little pussy. So hot and wet for me all the time." His voice wavers and his thumb catches your clit just right. A dark chuckle graces your senses just as you tip into oblivion.

Your entire body contracts and shivers under him as you cum, Jimin's hips driving you forward until you collapse into the comforter in a fit of cries. It feels like you come forever, leaking waves of arousal around Jimin as his hips slap against your own.

"Good job, baby. I-I'm gonna come, you feel so good." You whine and plead for him, ready for the electric feeling of him filling you with his cum. You're still feeling shaky when he comes, driving his hips as far forward as possible as he fills you. Beautiful airy moans leave him as he grinds against you, relishing in the sloppy warmth of your mixed cum.

His hips slow their movement but his mouth never ceases, spilling praise and planting kisses along your back until he's spent. When he pulls out you instantly feel empty, whining as his cum slides out with him. Both of you are too spent to do anything about it, but Jimin watches with hooded eyes from beside you as it leaks onto the comforter. It's scary how suddenly the sleepiness hits you, and you reach near blindly for the man next to you.

You must look exhausted because he coos and pecks a kiss over your nose. "You can sleep here." You giggle and crack your eyes open and find him so close that you can see the irregularities of his teeth as he grins.

"Good, cause I'm not walkin' back to my room now. Even if I could walk, my clothes are ruined." His face flushes at the reminder of your debauchery. He licks his lips and your eyes catch on that damned lip ring again.

"You really will have to take that out for the games," you run your thumb across it again, obsessed with the feeling.

"I know," he whispers, and then his lips are ghosting over your own for permission. This kiss is nothing like the one you shared at the top of the night. It's gentle and slow and punctuated with a deep connection that runs years deep. Despite how much you had done tonight, this kiss feels the most intimate of all.

No more words need to be exchanged as he helps you sit up and walks you to the bathroom with some pajamas from his bag. He patiently waits outside as you pee-both of you agreeing that you weren't quite ready to be that available with one another- and he lends you a bit of his face wash in earnest.

The comforter is stripped from the bed by the time you're back, and he's pulled the extra pillows from the linen closet to accommodate for you. You shuffle under the sheets and are happy to find them just as silky as your own were. Jimin slips in next to you, fully clothed again, and promptly kills the bedside lamp.

Sleepiness overtakes you almost instantly then, and it's so dark that you rely on the pattern of his breath to gauge if Jimin is still awake.

"I'm sorry if I made things weird for all that time, I- I was just scared that I would say the wrong thing." You speak to the surrounding darkness, and for a minute you think that maybe you missed the short window of opportunity. But then Jimin gives a thoughtful hum, shuffling so that he can tuck your body against his chest. His response is muffled by your hair.

"It's okay. We were young and stupid last time. I hope you'll let us try again." Your heart swells and you hum in affirmation and snuggle back against him. "Tomorrow?" You offer, the hazy edge of sleep just seconds away.

"Tomorrow." Jimin agrees before your consciousness drops easily into dreamland.

[whatdudtheysay]

Obsessed

Getou Suguru x f!reader

Context- everyone knows you belong to him. But you're having second thoughts. Luckily, getou knows how to make all those thoughts go away.

CW - toxic relationship, slight manipulation, dub con, creampie, stomach bulging, dacryphilia ,

(not proofread)

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"Sorry, I'm busy Saturday night. But I'll see you in chemistry."

You watched, slightly guiltily at your classmate who thought he actually had a chance.

Private schools always had people apart of different clichés. You were lucky to be in a popular one. You were funny, smart, agile and the biggest, pretty. You knew it yourself and it gave you surprising benefits. Different guys offering to hold things for you. Don't have a pen? Three guys will offer one to you. About to open a door? Why do it yourself when one of the guys interested in you will do it for you.

Why didn't you have a boyfriend yet?

Because of the man in front of you.

Getou Suguru.

He was somewhat half your boyfriend. You ended up entangled in his arms barely clothed one night and ever since, he's become somewhat possessive. Anytime any guy tried getting closer to you, they'd end up in the nurses office or if worse, they'd be in an ambulance on the way to the hospital.

Lots of girls would love that though. A man who was so possessive over their girlfriend to the point where they'd hurt any guy but this obviously wasn't healthy for him. That's why every guy who approached you was cautious. Making sure there was nobody around when they tried asking you out. Afraid that getou would find out and then they'd end up on a hospital bed.

"Fuck princess. Easy-"

You glanced up at him before continuing to tend to the cuts on his knuckles.

"Not my fault you split them during another fight. Surprised your uncle is still putting up with you." You remarked, dabbing the cotton ball against the blood, internally cringing at the sight.

Once again. Suguru found out about a classmate that tried to ask you out and surprise surprise. The fight went from verbal to physical really quick. But luckily getou couldn't do as much damage, ending up with both of you skipping last period in the nurses office so you could dress his wounds. Privilege of being the principal's nephew.

"My uncles chill. And it is your fault princess."

You huffed and grabbed some bandages before wrapping them around his knuckles.

"How is this my fault, Suguru?"

Getou hummed, a smirk on his lips as his eyes practically devoured you.

"Well. You're mine aren't you?"

You finished the dressing before placing the bandages back onto the tray, finally looking at him.

"We aren't together, Suguru." You began, your gaze falling to your hands. "Besides, I literally saw you kiss five girls in one night at Gojo's birthday party last week."

Getou shrugged, leaning back on the nurse bed, arms slinging behind his head. "they weren't you though."

"that's the problem. You always have a problem with guys speaking to me but you can speak to every girl in the world."

Getou just shrugged once more, pulling out his phone like he always did when he didn't like where the conversation was going.

You just stared at him in silence, biting your tongue anytime you wanted to say something. It wasn't that you had nothing to say. It was the opposite. You felt annoyed at the double standards getou was forcing onto you. You couldn't even order a drink at your favourite bubble tea place because he thought the barista was checking you out.

"I wanna end this, Suguru."

He looked up from his phone. Brow furrowed.

"End what?"

"This." You sighed, "it's annoying and I don't want any guy that looks at me to get sent to the hospital."

Getou sat up, his phone placed on the table beside the bed, his hands then moving up your thighs to wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him.

"You don't mean that, baby. Know you don't." He chuckled, playing with your sweater, the only thought in his mind being that you still looked so sexy in school uniform.

"I do. I'm tired of this." You stated, more serious, your eyes finally meeting his.

Getou hummed before his hands left you, instead moving to fold his arms.

"Alright. I'll give you a choice. Leave right now and I'll leave you alone. But if you stay then you'll still be mine. Ok?"

You felt annoyed at his tone of voice. It sounded like he thought you were a child.

You would've left. You would've been free from his day after day fights. But why weren't you?

"Suguru-"

You didn't know how his words sunk into you so easily. How he was this good at changing your mind but here you were, skirt bunched up at your hips while your past orgasms dripped down the inside of your thighs, soaking your thigh highs while you tried to raise and drop your hips as you continued to ride him, the fat tip of his dick bulging against your lower stomach, showing just how deep he was inside of you.

"That's it, princess. See what you earn yourself when you be good and actually listen?" He questioned, hands groping the fat of your ass before drilling his hips up into you further, your toes curling whilst you tried biting back moans, tears falling down your cheeks which only made getou's dick twitch harder.

"What would you do without me, hm? You've already gone dumb and you're babbling. " He sighed, feigning disappointment.

He already knew it'd end like this. It almost always did. You got upset but he always managed to fuck it out of you, whispering lies into your ears whilst he fucked all the common sense out of you.

"You need me, you know that?" He groaned, feeling your walls clamp around him as he brushed against your cervix. "You think anyone else can fuck you as good? Bet those guys wouldn't even be able to make you cum."

Your nails dug into his shoulders, crying harder from the overstimulation.

"Please- 'm so-sorry! Can't take it anymore," you whimpered. You needed a break. Even a 20 second one would be better than enduring the attack he was targeting towards your sweet spot, another orgasm building up

"Hm, don't believe you," getou grinned, his hands suddenly stilling his movements which had you whimpering. "You close?"

You nodded frantically, hips selfishly grinding against him, shaking slightly when your clit grinded against him.

Getou sighed, taking his time in drawing small circles against your hips. He wasn't worried about you trying to grind down onto him. He had such a powerful effect on you to the point where he knew you couldn't cum without him. Without his fingers, cock or tongue. You were hopeless.

"I'll let you cum. If you promise you'll never try to leave again."

Your brows knitted together, biting the inside of your cheek. This should've been a wake-up call for you. But he had you so clouded by lust and his possession over you that you found yourself nodding eagerly.

"Promise, Suguru. Promise I won't leave you again " you whined, taking one of his hands to lead to your neglected clit. "Please lemme cum."

Getou chuckled before rubbing against your clit with his thumb, his spare hand on your hip to help you continue bouncing.

"Fuck, that's it, baby. I'm the only one who'll love you this much," he moaned lightly, thrusting himself up to meet your bounces, your mind going blank as his tip kissed your cervix.

You whimpered when he leaned in, kissing and lapping lightly at the stray tears that continued to flow.

"You're, ah, all mine. Gonna flood this little pussy with my cum, alright baby?"

You shook your head but getou's hand cupped your chin, bringing you closer towards him.

"Be good for me, y/n." He warned "How else am I gonna know you won't act like a slut for all those guys, huh?"

You whimpered once getou suddenly slowed his thrusts.

"Okay, shit, please, fill me up Suguru," you moaned, your hips moving faster in an attempt to chase after your orgasm faster.

The grin on his face was almost unmovable as he picked up the pace, his movements against your clit becoming harder as he fucked you into another orgasm, your moans lewdly filling the room. He wasn't far off, thrusting up into you harder, not letting up until his movements became rigid, releasing his seed into you, your body shivering at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up.

Getou rocked his hips up against you, making you mewl. His grin only grew when he saw his cum leaking out of you, running down his pelvis.

He suddenly tutted, a fake pout on his lips as he played with the hem of your skirt.

"Look at you y/n. You think anyone else would really want such a messy slut? Wasting all of my cum..." He sighed, trying to hide his smile when he saw your eyes gloss over with tears.

" 's fine baby..." Getou cooed, moving you both so now you were laid flat on the bed, his hands trapping you beneath him. "But since you wasted so much. We'll just have to go for another round."

More tears flowed while you slowly nodded, Getou's dick only growing harder.

"Good girl. Don't worry about the nurse comin in. She'll be gone for another hour."

[lvrmoons]

When they say something hurtful

Genre: Angst but part two is comfort

Characters: Atsumu, Suna, Oikawa

gn reader but mentions mascara in one?

part two

Surprisingly, unsurprisingly, there were a lot of arguments in your relationship with Atsumu. With his stubbornness, pride, and childishness, arguments ranged from small to big. And this was one of the biggest arguments you’ve had with him so far. 

“Are you seriously saying forgetting our 5th anniversary was just a small mistake?! How can you say that! After everything I had planned for us today.” You yelled

“What?! People make mistakes you know, and no one asked you to plan something big. It’s not like this is our first anniversary or something.” He yelled back. It wasn’t often he raised his voice at you, so right now you felt the tears threatening to come out.”

“You forgetting something as important as this makes it seem like I’m not important to you at all..” You say, voice breaking.

“God y/n you know about the big tournament coming up and it’s the only thing on my mind. If you weren’t so selfish and greedy maybe you would be supporting me instead.” He said angrily.

You widen your eyes. You? Selfish, greedy, unsupportive? After everything you’ve done for him?? The tears finally came rushing down. 

“Well, if you haven’t noticed everything I’ve done for you... then maybe I’m just wasting my time with this relationship. Sorry Atsumu, but I don’t think I want to spend time in a one-sided relationship.” You left for the bedroom, got a bag, and filled it with necessities for the night. “I’ll get the rest of my stuff later this week.” With that, you walked out and slammed the door behind you.

To be honest, you knew he loved you very much, but at that moment it didn’t seem like it at all and you were blinded by hurt and anger to think clearly, making the impulsive decision to break up. 

Part of you wished he would run out of that house and stop you, but the other part knew he was too prideful to admit his wrongs so quickly. So you left for your friend's house and collected the rest of your stuff later that week.

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You and Suna were both pretty chill people, joking around with each other and pulling pranks. But this one prank was not funny at all to you yet Suna thought it was hilarious and didn’t think much of it at all

“What the FUCK is your problem!? Do you seriously think this is funny??” You scream, so close to throwing the nearby vase at him. “I actually thought I lost you, my heart almost stopped when I got the phone call!”

“Chill y/n, it’s just a joke, stop being so sensitive, what are you? A baby?” He was lazily sitting on the couch, speaking as if it was no big deal. He had someone call you through his phone saying he was in critical condition after a car crash on his way back from getting the two of you dinner. It seemed so real, you dropped everything you were doing and rushed to the hospital where he was waiting to tell you it was a prank. He had his camera ready to take a picture of you all disheveled with mascara running down your face from all the tears. 

“I can’t believe you... I swear to god if you don’t fix that personality of yours I’m going to leave you as quickly as I thought you left me. You slammed the door loudly behind you as you left the house. He didn’t run after you, thinking you would be back the next day but only if he did... he would have prevented that car from hitting you while you were running across the road in tears. 

_______________

Oikawa was a relatively happy, go-lucky person unless it came to his inferiority complex. Today was an especially bad day for him after his defeat against Kageyama, preventing his team from going to nationals. Usually, during his bad days, you would comfort him with cuddles and kisses but it seemed that that wouldn’t work today. 

“Tooru, you have your entire life left to become the best. High school is only a part of your life... you don’t have to try so hard, you’re already perfect.” You tried to comfort him.

“Can’t you just leave me alone? Ugh. You wouldn’t understand because you don’t HAVE a passion. In fact, you have nothing to live for in life so why are you trying to lecture me. You aren’t going to get anywhere in life without a passion so stop preventing me from reaching my goal.” He hit your biggest nerve, your biggest insecurity. After all those sweet words he said to persuade you that it shouldn’t be insecurity. You knew that he only said it to purposely hurt you and that it wasn’t the truth, but you were hurt and your overthinking caused you to break down. 

His face changed when he saw you sobbing and he immediately started apologizing but you stopped him. 

“Leave Oikawa. Right now before I kick you out.” Your voice was cold and your eyes weren’t even looking at him. You still had tears in your eyes but you stood up and glared at him with the most menacing look. To afraid to say anything, Oikawa went and opened the door. 

“Will we still be ok?” He asked quietly, his back facing you as he held the door open.

“... I don’t know.”

He slightly nodded and mumbled a last apology before the door closed and you were left alone in a silent house. 

[xkotaro16o]

Hi, Love ❤ may I've headcanon for my lovely ichiro and our bad boy samatoki with, sexy 👙👠💋 model (fem s/O) . Please 😭😭🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏❤❤❤🌹💋💋.

Your writing is really beautiful 😍✨❤, oh, yes one more thing s/o is a model from abroad. If you don't mind, don't forget to take care of your health dear 💕🥰💕

—𝙷𝚢𝚙𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚒𝚌'𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙵!𝚂/𝙾 𝚆𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚊 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚢 𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍—

Summary: Headcanons where a few Hypmic men are dating with a F!S/O who's a sexy model from abroad.

Pairing: Yamada Ichiro x F!S/O, Aohitsugi Samatoki x F!S/O.

CW: Fluff, N/SFW, slight comfort, praising, dirty talk, oral (S/O receiving), marking, riding, cursing, grammatical error, OOC.  

A/N: AHHHH I PUT SFW & N/SFW KSJRGBSEGBSJEG ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ I hope u like this CZ IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I WRITE THEM AHHHHH KEJGBNAJGNAJWGANW ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

—𝚈𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘—

SFW

This man is literally your biggest simper and fans. He even have all of your collections in his room! Supportive, very supportive. You launch a new photobook? Guess what? He has it already. Ichiro can stare at your picture and like, "Oh man, I'm so lucky".

But, wait, you're from abroad? That's cool actually. At first, he didn't really know a thing about models outside Japan (he's a guy who's more into anime, manga, and comic things), not until you became his girlfriend. Now, he knows.

He gets blush whenever the two of you go on a date and he loves to praise you. Like come on, you deserve it because you're gorgeous.

Having a problem with language barrier? He'll learn your language and he'll teach you Japanese! If you don't know about Japanese models and cosplay, he'll be the one who introduces it to you.

"Hey, how's the photoshoot? Lookin' forward to the results!~"

N/SFW

Oh my, how sweet of Ichiro. He loves to praise and worship every single thing about you body. No, don't be insecure. He likes everything about you, including your body and your personality of course.

This man takes his time to devour your body and touch it. He feels so freaking lucky at the moment. How could a gorgeous woman like you could be his girlfriend?

Taking his time, praising you over here and there, He loves to eat you out as well, savoring you. Relax right there, S/O, because he'll do the work for you.

Now now, sometimes he's still in awe every time he sees your naked body, it's still unbelievable for him. He thinks your body is just perfect.

"Babe... You taste amazing..."

—𝙰𝚘𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚒—

SFW

So, you're a model from abroad? No, he was actually not that surprised when he saw you. Come on, dear, you look hot, amazing, look at that body, and you're a model all along? He's not surprised. But hey, he loves to show you off, can't he be proud of his own girlfriend?

Samatoki is of course a supportive boyfriend. But unlike Ichiro who has all of your collections type of guy, he sees your magazine physically somewhere else? He buys it. So basically he doesn't collect all of your collections. Of course he's very happy every time you show him the results of your photoshoot!

Same as Ichiro, he didn't really know about models especially from abroad. he's a busy yakuza after all. But then when he met you, now he knows, not much but enough. Not to mention he uses your picture as his phone's wallpaper. So whenever he's busy, he takes a glance at his phone (how sweet).

Language barrier? He'll struggle at first, but willing to learn for you! Do you want to learn Japanese? Sure, he's not the best teacher because... Well... You know him. But at least he tries his best!

"You look hot in every pictures, babe."

N/SFW

Ah, this man. He definitely worships your body and loves to mark you as well. Not just that but seeing you beneath him while he's fucking you and your breasts are moving up and down? That makes him goes feral.

But not just that, you want to ride his dick? Do it. He loves seeing your beautiful body and face above him. He might squeeze your breast and stare at your lewd face.

Not to mention Samatoki loves to dirty talk beside your ear about how hot your body is and hot its react to his touches. Especially after he left a few marks all over your body, damn.

He doesn't mind you do the work for him, but now, just sit back and let him praise you because he's going crazy over your body and your face.

"Fuck... Look at ya, lookin' so fuckin' gorgeous~"

I DO NOT OWN ALL OF THE CHARACTERS & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

[lucius-morningstar]

Who'd you rather be with?

To put it bluntly, I've had this problem for a while. Maybe fans would like to help or maybe just humor me. Lucius is by far one of my favorite ocs that I have.. So far. My only problem is I do not know who to pair him with. I had three girls in mind, one whose too sweet, one whose fucking crazy and the other is in between but with a very scary protective mommy. So in trying to decide my head came up with this little skit. ------- Angel: Yo Lucius. Lucius: Hey, what's up legs? Angel: First off, odd nickname but I don't hate it. Second, I have a question, think of it like a uh.. Hypothetical. Lucius: Shoot. Angel: Say you had to date one of three ladies okay, here are your choices. Emily the seraphim Charlie told us about, Lute, the crazy angel bitch or Clara Carmine. Lucius: Ooh.. that's a hard one. Husk: How the fuck is it a hard one. It's a pretty obvious choice. Lucius: Oh yea and how do you figure? Angel: Ya seriously don't fuckin see it? Lucius: ..Okay humor me boys, what don't I see? Angel: You got one crazy angel bitch who would not think twice about killing you in your sleep. Lucius: Yes. Husk: A woman who has such a protective mother, she wouldn't think twice of blowing your brains all over the pavement if you so much as touched her hand. Lucius: True.. Angel: And a angelic seraphim who in Charlie's words. Is the nicest one there and as Vaggie described, it was like an angelic version of Charlie but more hyper. You still can't see it? Lucius: ..Oh I see you expected me to choose the hyper little seraphim. Husk: Kind of. Angel: Big time. Lucius: Let me explain to you again, you both expected me to choose a hyper seraphim who embodies the exact same personality as my sister. Angel: Yea. Lucius: So you're basically saying I should screw my sister? Vaggie: The fuck did we just walk in on?! Lucius: No wait that is not what you think. Charlie: ...Do- Do we even want to know? Lucius: *sighs* Look, they asked me to choose between one woman out of three of their choices- Vaggie: And you sick fucks put his sister in the- Lucius: Would you let me finish woman!, They suggested either Lute, Clara Carmine or Emily. Charlie: Ooh.. Okay I get it. So you chose Emily. Lucius: No.. Hell no. I can't handle more then one Charlie and it would be like dating my sister which.. Would be really fucking weird. Angel: Sweet home, al- Lucius: Stop! Husk: So what you'd choose Lute or Carmine then? Lucius: Honestly I think they're the two who make the choice really hard. Vaggie: Are you kidding me. Lute?! Lucius: Believe it or not I am into crazy chicks and I mean come on.. She's fucking hot. Vaggie: .. A hot mess. Lucius: See you get it. Vaggie: I wasn't agreeing, I was- Charlie: I mean I get it, you remember that girl you dated from Cannibal town. Lucius: Ooh.. Do I bitch took eating you out seriously. Wooh I almost lost my dick- Husk & Angel: *Wince* Ooh. Vaggie: Eww.. Charlie: Lucius gross.. Lucius: Point is, crazy doesn't entirely bother me. Vaggie: So you'd date Lute? Lucius: Nah, I don't need more crazy in my life. Unless I was sure she could change. I was not going to make an effort. Husk: So Carmine.. Really? Charlie: That one actually makes the most sense. Lucius: How you figure sis? Charlie: Well, you have the most history with her. You two understand each other on a certain level and while Carmilla isn't your biggest fan. If she saw you as a problem, I think she would have killed you already. Lucius: Fair. Charlie: So yeah Clara would probably make the most sense. Ooh does that mean yo- Lucius: No Charlie. This was just a hypothetical question that Angel asked. I am not going to do that. Charlie: Aww but why.. Lucius: Because not everyone can be as lucky as you in the love department. Hell isn't a place for love sis. But I'll be fine, no need to worry about me.

[writingmoth]

writing with "vibes" in mind is completely underrated tbh

ive thinking a lot about this bc ive playing a lot of games that use vibes to tell the story/to make gameplay moments stand out. and listen, i know games =\= books, but!!! i think it has merit.

under read more bc it got rambly. its just me wondering aloud about ways to write.

example 1: ffxiv, a fantasy mmorpg that relies HEAVILY on story. it's been out for more than 10 years, so the story is huuuuuuge (i spent like a month and a half just catching up when i started playing two years ago). there are callbacks to the base game in a expansion that came out 9 years after said base game. it makes the whole thing feel like a expertly drawn web of plotlines and characters... except that isn't that case at all. the writers have mentioned multiple times that things that happened in the third expansion (6 years in) weren't planned from the beginning. that is, they just threw paint at the wall back in the base game bc the colors (vibes) looked cool. they just had enough skill to make a painting out of it later.

i guess having a good grasp of your story's themes helps a lot with that, too, now that i think about it. it assures that the colors are at least complimentary when you are slinging them about at the start of the story.

example 2: destiny, which is a completely different game. destiny doesnt use story the same way ffxiv does, though it is important (somewhat)... but lore is where the vibes come in to play for destiny imo. they do so much with so little. still using the painting analogy, it's almost like negative space art - they fill in just enough to give you an idea of the figure but not nearly as much as you would need to discern the details. and still the world feels vast. most of the time you are shooting aliens while wielding space magic, but every weapon, gear, etc has its own lore piece, and whole plotlines/characters that never show up in game or in the main story can be told through them. it's basically just vibes - aesthetic, some character moments, letters/logs, etc. and it works! the world feels lived in, most of the characters are well defined and even though sometimes the main story kinda drags, there is enough to keep you interested.

(it kinda reminds me of how i write description, which i've talked about before, but for the lucky ones who don't follow my rambling nonsense on this blog: i have a lot of trouble visualizing places or people when writing (or reading tbh) so i usually use a lot of atmosphere and emotion to mask the fact that i have no fucking clue what this very important place/person looks like. )

there are cons and pros to this approach. by being so vague and focusing on small bits that seem an ocean apart, the game gives just enough for the player to fill in the blanks themselves. that is good, because then the player is more likely to fill said blanks with stuff they like. it ends up being more of collaborative effort - and i'm sure the writers behind the game use the players' "headcanons" as some sort of thermometer for what/how to write next. so its writers and players feeding off each other's ideas in a way.

buuuuut.... it can also be pretty bad. you risk never committing to a vision or plotline by writing like this. nothing is ever set in stone. retconning, which isn't bad by itself, can happen way too much to be acceptable. if something can end up being anything, what is the point of it existing anyway? why should you care if the spine behind isn't well formed enough to carry the story later?

another danger is that the actual canon and the player's canon can end up being way too different in the end. maybe you meant to write the story this way... but the player filled the blanks just differently enough that "this way" ends up being unsatisfying and wrong.

but the biggest problem, for me, is risking never getting a proper resolution. since so many story moments and worldbuilding elements end up coming from "vibes", you risk relying way too much on the rule of cool.... which sets up a lot of stuff, usually, but never concludes them. that's also my biggest problem with asoiaf, for example - so much of that series is about building up tension, foreshadowing certain battles or encounters or whatever... that the payoff is almost never there (which is only made worse by the loooong time between book releases). it gets to a point that nothing the author comes up with will satisfy what the reader is expecting of the story.

"vibes" (or themes & aesthetics if you will) do a wonderful job of touching a reader's (or player's) strings with imagery, emotion and promise. but whatever comes from it needs to be tied up into an actual storyline (most of the time, at least). ffxiv managed to pull it off with its last two expansions but destiny stumbled a bit with its last one. players were expecting SO much of lightfall after the expansion before it, witch queen, since it managed to nail both vibes and plot. witch queen and the seasons (kind of episodes) after it setup SO much stuff. it promised a lightfall that would be an explosion - a much waited confrontation between the players and the villain, answers given, mysteries solved... and it did nothing of the sort. confusion and anger soon followed.

which is to say... vibes can be very helpful when you pause to interrogate why they interest you so much. why do you like this particular aesthetic, this imagery, this turn of phrase? some elements just pull you in and its fine to go and write a chapter or scene that is basically just you going "wow this is SO cool" even though you have no clear idea why. it's just the vibes it gives. it just presses your right buttons.

... but you will need to wrap them up into something coherent eventually. and for writers i think it's easier - usually "later" just means "once the first draft is done" aka "no one but your trusted betas will ever have to glance at this mess". for live service games like ffxiv or destiny - or even regular rpgs like dragon age or mass effect - it can be very dangerous. writers come and go. turns out that vibes-fuelled story point someone cleared for release 4 years ago doesn't make sense after all! and yeah, hyping up certain characters and plot elements seemed like a great idea for player retention 6 months ago, but what the hell do we do now?

it's too late - the players have already played the thing, they have VERY strong emotions about the thing and they are waiting impatiently for you make the resolution of said thing awesome. and you've got no clue of how to meet said expectations.

(having said all that, i do believe authors can all fall prey to this in non-standalone works too. but we usually have the ability/autonomy to make hard decisions, which video game writers of huge ips like destiny/ffxiv/dragon age/etc usually don't have.)

and of course, using vibes can go very wrong in other ways. you know the negative art destiny does with its worldbuilding/characters? i think books can go way too hard in the opposite direction. i felt this way when reading stuff like acotar, for example. the story wanted to give me certain vibes BADLY, because vibes work!, but i could see right through it (and this is my opinion!) and there was no meat below the all the fanfarre.

sometimes your characters just havent earned the cool/interesting moments.

anyway!! tldr: ive been thinking a lot about just going with the vibes for my wip and i think that's a pretty neat idea actually!! sometimes tending to your darlings can lead to interesting realizations about your story's themes that you otherwise would not notice by being too stuck to rigid plotting and too much rationalization (does it advance the plot? is this scene truly necessary? how is this developing the main character? etc) - but only when you interrogate them enough to find that out and use this newfound knowledge to enhance the story in a revision/another draft.

[sidesteppostinghours]

9 and 25 for all of them !! :)

evening gideon!! thank you for the ask :]

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

ok. so. the thing about me is that i dont actually listen to music all that often??? its mostly when i draw digitally, and im primarily a traditional artist so i dont really know that many songs. i also have shitty memory so its hard for me to remember quotes. aka this is a pretty hard question for me to answer, but i will try my best:

Caine-"Oh, captain, make up your mind/Before the salt burns your eyes and you run out of time/'Cause you're popping the cork, you get lost in your brain/And you lose touch with all the things that made you feel sane" - Ship in a Bottle (fin)

honestly ive never really associated this song with him before but i looked into the lyrics just to see whether it had anything i could think of them with and theres??? actually a bunch of lyrics there that fit???? like to the point i was struggling to decide which one to use for this. but i think this one, the second chorus, really encapsulates the biggest parts of their character. hes the decision maker out of all my steps, the one that knows how to make the logical choices and think his way out of a problem. but hes on a time limit. he doesn't know when it will end, just that it will at some point, and they cant stop if they want everything done in time. also sight and eyes is something i associate caine with a lot, especially closing your eyes/refusing to see. "you get lost in your brain/and you lose touch with all the things that made you feel sane." COUGHS. coughs. caine has the most gates open out of all my steps. i also fully intend to make them the source of hb 2.0. yeah.

Cyrus- HE WAS THE ONLY ONE I THOUGHT OF AN ANSWER FOR STRAIGHT AWAY AND I SPRINTED TO HIS TAG JUST TO FIND THE POST

look him in the eyes and say this to his face. he will look like he got hit by a freight train.

Cecilia- another quote!

im just gonna go ahead and put my own tags to this one because thats where i put it best:

#thinking about this again with ceci#the best part is the bullet hole#like yeah shes not ready to face the fact that everything shes been doing up till now#was just to distract herself from the absolute misery life became after heartbreak#she has FRIENDS she has people she CARES about and they even seem to like her back!!!!#she even has a girlfriend!#isnt that enough?#tell her thats enough#cecilia rider

theres a reason shes a thrill seeker yall.

Cynthia- "I swear, I'm so fucking sorry/I'm not a good person, I'm barely a person at all/But someday I'll be perfect, and I'll make up for it all" - Against the Kitchen Floor (Will Wood)

uh. *looks at cynthias relationship with ortega* uhhhh. *looks at cynthias relationship with sidestep*. uhhhhhhhh.

this song was also difficult to choose lyrics out of, but there is just something so special about girls who simply have to be the best they can to make up for the sin of being. there is something equally as special about girls who take their past selves as judge, and their lover as executioner. also "im not a good person, im barely a person at all" kills me. the regene flavouring on that line??? utterly insane of mr wood to make a song just for her.

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

THESE BITCHES ARE SO CONTRADICTORY!!! THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING CLASHING ABOUT THESE FUCKERS AND ITS DELICIOUS. not even just trait wise, but with their themes? their core ideals? their relationships???? its always some sort of fucking fundamental difference shaping the way they act and i am Obsessed with it. also all of them are dangerous and it makes me vibrate a little bit. rangers you are so lucky that none of them are interested in leaning into being a full blown villain. but this question is,,, also difficult to answer because idk how to pick just one favourite lmfao. i will attempt it though.

Caine- he is the normalest guy around. there is also something Deeply Wrong with him. my favourite thing about caine would probably be how fun it is to dive into his psyche! ill often have times where i get bored of them and wonder why i got so interested in the first place, and then i get hit with another round of it and i remember "oh right! its because hes insane." his whole character revolves around what is going on inside their brain, from their high subterfuge to their connection with heartbreak and his relationship with the puppet. theyre the most fun to play with in their mind.

Cyrus- god. my favourite thing about him is a tie between his stubbornness and his surprisingly strong sense of empathy. both of those were the things keeping him from becoming a villain in the first place, and now its whats stopping him from going back to being a hero. i want him to confront what hes become so bad yall dont understand-

Cecilia- cecilia is just. a breath of fresh air. shes easy and super fun to play, and while she certainly has her moments (i am looking directly at the checkpoint three mortum reveal scene), shes mostly lighthearted fun cruising through the game as nothing more than a silly guy. i think the next game will actually dig into her character more deeply and allow me to showcase the parts of her shed usually keep hidden, but for now im having a good time getting her to kiss argent and embarrass her friends.

Cynthia- somebody come pick her up please before she starts crying in this club. she is crying because of me but lets not talk about that. i think my favourite thing about her is the contrast between her general wimpy sad lovergirl disposition and her revenge scar, and how she chooses to cope with it! because like,,,, it is just so so tasty watching her fumble with the overwhelming emotion, Especially since the emotion is hurting people. she never learned what to do with the anger! she does not want it! she wants to be as kind to other people as possible! "im not a bad dog, i dont know why i bite" etc etc. eventually she might figure it out, but Definitely Not Now lmfao.

questions from here!

[sol-consort]

Man FUCK that bitch ass fucking assassin motherfucker I hope he rots. Sorry he pissed me off to no end.

Also yeah FemShep’s VA is considered the better VA of the Shepards which makes sense MaleShep is voiced by Mark Meer who hadn’t done much voice work before, his biggest role being Cyric in Baldur’s Gate II, and FemShep was voiced by Jennifer Hale who had been at it for almost 20 years at the time. It wasn’t just Jennifer Hale either, Anderson being Keith David and Joker being Seth Green who had both been doing it over 20 years. I liked MaleShep’s voice though and never had a problem with it because it’s very main heroy and recognizable like I’d instantly know that it was Shepard if I heard it.

I knew that the series wouldn’t be exactly up with the times because it was 2007-2012 but Jesus I had no idea that FemShep gets harassed so much.

I didn’t get a reconcile scene on the Citadel since I didn’t romance anyone in ME1 I went into the series with Tali on my mind as my definitive romance.

I don’t think Thane praying for you instead himself is unique to his romance? Or at least I remember something similar happening maybe it was his son.

You can’t hit on EDI as MaleShep I’m pretty sure don’t remember that being an option however you can still hit on Joker as MaleShep I remember seeing that option and going “why would I say that?” Also I’m surprised you never mentioned the Joker segment of Mass Effect 2 where you sneak around the ship as Joker that section surprised the shit out of me.

Oh yeah a fun little fact, remember the show Once Upon a Time I’ve mentioned a couple times when talking about fairy tales? The actor who plays Kaiden was in that show and played the show’s version of Jiminy Cricket from Pinocchio. I don’t remember what happened to Cricket in the show though. He may have just stopped being relevant so they never brought him up again since the show just fucking loved doing that.

Is the hot assassin guy supposed to be unlikeable? I liked him so far, like ngl, plus he's pretty cool. Evil living weapons of destructions, my beloveds.

And yeah, i really like femshep, but it is pretty cool of them to give maleshep VA a chance for such a big character. Sure, it could've been better, but he probably did the best he could with the skills he had at the time, and it did appeal to some people!

And man I'm just lucky I actually enjoy these things ingames, like I am down to being a whore and flirting with everyone so it doesn't bother me when the npcs forcefully flirt with you bc you picked a woman. What bothers me is that the fact it's only bc you picked a woman, and just because I wanted it doesn't mean other people do and it might make them very uncomfortable. There are several mods to remove the sexual harassments femshep gets, I wish there was one to remove it for EDI tho.

We should all have a choice, is what I'm saying. It feels like femshep was made to appeal to straight guys who might play her as an outsider observer. Same with some lesbian characters, too, ngl- not all of them, but the game has its moments where it makes me realise oh this was put here for a straight dude to gawk at. Meanwhile, maleshep feels the proper self insert badass at times. Really hate that.

That's why I like picking NB options whenever they're present, you're free from expectations and the devs aren't sure what to make of you so they don't try to appeal to a certian demographic and just write your character as a character.

You did Tali romance? Hell yeah she is an amazing character and her relationship with Shepard feels phenomenal. Like a scientist princess and her knight in shining armour, amazing. Plus she is all adorable when she talks about engines and how we get to help her so many times.

Apparently her and Garrus end up together if you don't romance her, but I haven't seen it yet. She always felt close to Shepard, especially in the second game where she is the first friendly face you see.

I haven't met her yet in ME3, still doing side errands. I am very very broke and everything is very very expensive and I miss sugar daddy illusive man pls take me back, the alliance became more stingy than I remember or inflation is hitting hard.

Fuck I hat like 999999 something credits in the first game, why couldn't it tranfer over??

And Thane!! My heart! He even prays for you when he's not romanced??? That's it, he is legit the most precious character and no one else comapres. I would die for Thane, I would kill everyone on the Normady for Thane.

But I know Thane would forgive me If I picked Grunt over him bc my son which just makes Thane the most amazing man ever, DRELL ARE SUPERIOR I TELL YOU.

Also so far Drell worship Hanar (kinda) and Hanar worship protheons (kinda) and Javik likes humans(he is all current protheon population)

So by association! Drell and Humans are conncted, and no, I will not give up my tank of copium. Go buy your own. Idk what overdosing is, I have insomnia I forgot.

And aww we can't hit on EDI :( i would've treated her better than Joker.

Yeah I had the same reaction to the flirting with Joker line but just went for it because what's the worst that can happen? He says no and we laught it off.

Imagine if the worst was him retiring from being your pilot and you get soma rando driving the Normady around who now runs at half the speed and takes twice as much gas plus occasionally breaks down and you have to pay 100k credits for repairs.

Oh also then there is this one thing I am sure is exclusive to femshep.

You can sleep with Javik. The protheon. Yes.

But it's not a full romance :"(

He has four eyes I wonder if he has four-

I heard about once upon a time, the show. But never watched it.

I did however watch a random person talk about it in a video essay because I prefer that over watching shows.

This one.

It was fun, I'm not big on fairytales but I enjoyed hearing about it.

The Joker sneak section in ME2 didn't resonate with me much for some reason. It was nice but I didn't feel the pressure at all and with EDI constantly talking it got annoying and I just wanted it to be over.

His jokes were nice but the moment of trusting EDI didn't hit the same way it should've. It didn't feel endearing or earnest.

The sudden flip in their relationship afterwards was too jarring.

I prefer ME3 EDI and Joker dynamic over ME2. However I hate how EDI is becoming a "born sexy yesterday" character by the game when her core as a character is so profound and genuine. She wants to know her purpose, what it means to be alive and all the other characters mention about her is her body which is bleh.

Even some of her dialogues with Joker is just overplayed sex jokes. It's all of her amazing writing vanishes the moment it's not just her and Shepard in a conversation.

Kaidan's voice actor is great! He even stood out to me in the first game. You notice how much more convicnising and immersive his delivery was over the other characters, almost outshined ME1 femshep even.

It's like the dialogue and the way he delievers it fit perfectly. If I just read it, then I get a completely different impression.

The game doesn't have bad voice actors it just has very bad delivery from some characters. It's when someone keeps a constant tone and doesn't portray any emotions or adds any personalisation into the dialogue. It feels tone deaf a lot when what the character is speaking about is something intimiate, yet it sounds the same as asking about the weather.

Still, it is nostalgic in a way, this was extremely common in older games.

[rust-bearer]

OH DAMN, ANOTHER BRAIN MOMENT!! I’ve clogged your inbox enough as it is so from here on out I’m just gonna try to keep it to like… maybe one ask a week LMAO I know your account isn’t exclusively about zombie au stuff. So last one:

I hate to think like this, but… what would happen if one of our precious survivors did end up getting infected? You probably know where I’m going with this, but ohhh shit First Aid’s caretaker instincts and overall fatal drive to support and protect does not benefit him in the long run! At least, not if you go by the black-and-white thinking. I won’t start a whole philosophical debate, so anyway. Let’s say somewhere down the line he gets infected, because…. It’s First Aid, he’d probably try to help someone who they found on the streets who looks “ill” but is actually a zombie in the making and ends up getting bitten, whoops.

There’s definitely a few ways you could go about this. For one, you could be like OH MY GOD IVE BEEN BITTEN *cue zombie transformation*, or you could be like FUCK I’ve been bitten, try to get as far from the house as possible while this awful disease ravages your system within seconds. Or, secret third option, you could do something like the 2017 zombie movie Cargo.

It’s been a while, but if I remember correctly, it was about this dad surviving an apocalypse who had his kid strapped to his back. Like, the kid was 2ish maybe, one of those tiny humans that can fit in the harness you wear over your shoulder and you’re like a human pack mule and your baggage is a child? I dunno what to call them. ANYWAY, if I remember correctly, the zombie transformation process wasn’t immediate. At least, it wasn’t like “five minutes from now I’ll be hungry for flesh.” It might’ve been like an hours thing, maybe more like a days thing?

A chronological process here with that in mind:

1. Say the person he’s trying to heal isn’t infected-infected, like they’re still coherent. If they bite him then, it would obviously infect HIM, too, but I feel like the process would be slower.

2. With that in mind, you just know First Aid realizes exactly how this is gonna go. He’s gonna be zombified sooner or later, there’s no doubt about that. His biggest concern is probably like “how quickly is this gonna happen?” Does he have enough time to get himself and the survivor he’d tried to help away from the farmhouse? Can he inform the Combaticons, maybe the children? Does he have more time than he expects? What’s the process gonna be like? Where does he even start?

3. Thankfully for him (actually not thankfully it’s even more awful this way LMAO), the infection seems a bit more gradual than instant. It’s probably a two, three day process, and throughout the whole thing he just feels so tired, his body feels sore, he feels so hungry, super hungry. At the same time, regular food cooked by Onslaught which is usually the best thing he’s ever tasted is repulsive, nauseating even.

4. Those things aren’t the worst of it, though. First Aid’s BIGGEST problem is the site of the wound itself, which started out as a small bite-shaped puncture wound but has now spread across his ENTIRE arm, causing the skin to go blue and veins to appear and gosh, he couldn’t stop bleeding at first, but now there just isn’t any blood at all, no clotting, nothing. He’s lucky he can still feel that arm, let alone use it, because he can feel his nerves dying out one by one. It doesn’t actually hurt, which is a little surprising. If anything, it just… I don’t know, it’s just like he’s gradually getting less and less aware that he has two arms, not own.

5. Ironically, despite the danger he puts himself and others in, it does take First Aid some time to open up about what happened. Only hours after the incident does the poor survivor fully transform into a flesh-eating, brain-hungry monster, and First Aid doesn’t have the courage to stick around when Brawl heads out back to “take care of the poor guy.” The Combaticon is strangely humane about the entire ordeal, and it makes First Aid feel a little better, but it’s like knowing the day you’re gonna die. There’s nothing you can do, but it’s still haunting.

6. He doesn’t actually end up telling anyone, though… they just sort of find out. First Aid was pretty diligent about keeping the bite wound sanitized and wrapped, despite it doing little to help. He’s more afraid of infecting others via contact with the injury, though, and… well, he still hasn’t gathered the courage needed to open up about what happened. It’s a weird feeling, but one moment First Aid is sitting at the dining room table, staring down at a plate of food he hasn’t touched yet while Vortex and Swindle argue over some unimportant topic, and the next thing he knows, he’s suddenly being pinned to the ground by a very aggressive, very scared Onslaught. It’s hard to tell exactly what had happened at first, but a quick glance at the upturned tables and chairs and Swindle—who’s quite literally quivering in the farthest corner of the room and completely silent for once in his fucking life—tells him exactly what had happened.

7. All of a sudden, everything erupts into poorly controlled chaos. The children who witnessed the incident are crying, First Aid starts crying, Swindle is babbling on about rabies and infections and god knows what, Brawl is struggling to help gather everyone up and out of the room so Onslaught can have some space to work. It takes some time, but he eventually manages to help guide First Aid out of the house and away from the trashed dining room.

8. You could end it all depressingly with First Aid being eliminated but honestly, I hc that they just keep him in the barn or something LMAO. I like the idea that zombies aren’t as aggressive during the day, and if anything, more curious that bloodthirsty. Also, you COULD try to feed him a little something here and there. Maybe not, but like… it’s not out of the question. Vortex takes him on like he’s just another horse living in the stable, and he’s honestly the only one who’s unfazed by First Aid’s tendency to nip at stray fingers. At one point he even suggests pulling First Aid’s teeth to make him less dangerous, but the children lost their minds, so that was quickly turned down. Either way, First Aid is now their little zombie pet, and he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. Sometimes Vortex even takes him out on little walks with a harness and a leash. First Aid doesn’t mind it, for the most part. He even seems to like it, and he especially likes stopping to stand under the shade of trees while Vortex continues training his precious mare.

I’ve always imagined First Aid would be the type of person who would realize he is going to die, and try the very drastic amputation method. Like, if it works, that’s a different topic. But I imagine he would have seen how long it takes to turn, and then gamble on, “if I amputate the area that got bitten, then I can survive” but it would have to be a very very rapid decision.

Ie: realizing he got bitten on the arm, ripping off the clothing there, tying a tourniquet, grabbing whatever sharp object he keeps on him and doing the worlds worst and most horrific amputation. You could make a case that maybe he has medical tools on him that could be used for amputation. But it’s equally likely that he doesn’t. Bonus points if he’s alone, or what if he’s not alone and Vortex has to hold his arm down for him. Ugh. Interesting stuff though!

[felikatze]

On the newest chapter of your fanfic, in a reply you said that morgan has love, envy and hate for lucina in their sister dynamic and im so interested in that after reading the 4 chapters that I ask if you could elaborate or offer anything else on that topic 👉🏾👈🏾

LUCKY FOR YOU lucina is actually gonna show up in the next arc!!

okay so a bit of it already appears in the fic (there will be more) and i hope it came across. when morgan talks about lucina, there's a lot of resentment baked in. like, how swordsmanship was always lucina's thing and morgan is happy that she isn't good at magic, so morgan can have that over her. it's also mentioned that lucina was favored by the ylissean court.

i try to establish the dichotomy, at least in morgan's mind. lucina is the charismatic, talented one, and discrimimation from the court in their childhood makes morgan feel "cursed" by comparison. there's also the fact that they have grima's brand. robin put extra pressure on morgan to keep it hidden, so morgan had more trouble making connections as a kid (outside of cynthia and owain).

iirc at one point there's a line where morgan monologues like, "when they looked at lucina, they could almost pretend their exalt hadn't married a plegian" so racism is also a part of it. both morgan and lucina are mixed race in this fic, but lucina is less visibly so (i've described her as having lighter skin than morgan at least once). lucina had less discrimination to put up with whereas morgan was ostracized for their more obviously ethnic looks.

so tldr morgan is jealous / hateful toward lucina because they view lucina as more talented and favored by like, life itself. they have a grudge from how "oblivious" lucina is to morgan's problems. both of them are grima's children, so why is morgan fighting alone?

but ch4 has that dream about lucina teaching morgan to fight, right? lucina was still one of their biggest supporters as a child, and morgan loves her. a lot. and they know lucina loves them back (i.e. the dream where after grima takes down ylisstol castle lucina has to be physically restrained from looking for morgan).

i hope i showed it off, but morgan cannot bring themself to kill the future shepherds. they absolutely cannot. the shepherds gathering the stones for the fire emblem follows FP canon, except there's no awakening robin to get morgan to retreat. morgan chickened out on their own, and they hate themself for it. they've never actually faced the shepherds in battle. their hesitation is why grima wants them to stay in plegia during the prologue. this version of grima cares about morgan, but is just absolute dogshit at getting it across. grima knows morgan's heart isn't in it, so they're not gonna force morgan to do it.

of course, morgan tries to stop the shepherds anyway.... hey, did you notice, it's only after lucina attacks the hooded morgan that she's referred to as "lucina" by narration. before that point, morgan's narration just calls her "sister." afterwards, only dream flashback sequences call her sister, and all present day scenes say lucina.

thank you so much for the ask i fucking LOVE talking about plusquam. im so so mad i can't talk about my plans for the emmeryn arc yet man. or even just what the next arc has in it. i'm drafting the scene where morgan meets robin at the moment and it is a disaster. it's fun.

morgan keeps on trying to build up lucina as an opposing force in their mind, bundeling together their childhood experiences to breed resentment all so they can bring themself to fight her. but at the end of the day, they're still siblings. there's a reason they hide their face toward the shepherds. to lucina, morgan is missing. to lucina, morgan is still just her beloved little sibling. and morgan's not going to change that.

[a-tale-of-legends]

So uh. I put this in my drafts cause in mobile the asks are written funny when I try to answer them. But for some reason I can't go back and edit it???????? Which is. Weird. Good thing I took a screen shot.

Anyway.

( points to May/Brendan, Calem/Serena, Ethan/Lyra, Dawn/Lucas) Do they mean nothing to you anon /j Buuuut yeah, from the looks of it most protags are separate via timelines. I don't usually have a problem with this, since so far whenever there's an npc protag they aren't really doing....much. If you're lucky you get a Dawn/Lucas or Serena/Calem that tries to be very active in the plot, but outside of that they aren't much of a character. Calem/Serena tried to be buuuuut they failed imo. I think it really comes down the fact that if there's more than one protagonist in the game, one is gonna be less of a blank slate that the player can project on than the other. Which isn't a bad thing, I love giving the protags some personalities ( it's partially what started the Legendverse), but the whole point of the silent protag is for the player to project onto them. That, and Gamefreak sure doesn't make them as interesting as they could be. Lyra/Ethan are the biggest offenders of this imo. They. Really don't do much outside of tutorial stuff. You don't battle them, you don't fight with them, you rarely get any real depth from them like. I hate saying it, but if they weren't in the story at all it wouldn't have changed things, which really sucked to say cause I like HGSS. All of this is to say that this is why I have dual protags in my au. For granted,almost all of them are ocs, but they still share the protag title, just separated by "main" and "secondary".

Okay with all of that out of the way, to your ask anon. When it comes to hc about Juliana and Florian, it's...well it's not hard but it's annoying. Bc visually they're just Gloria and Victor 2. At least at first. Ironically I think the dlc art actually gives me a few ideas. This I'm treating these two as separate characters, so no genderfluid Florian/Juliana today.

Juliana: An excitable girl with a love for battling. Is known to throw rules away in favor of something more "fun"....whatever that is. She's generally very brash, and doesn't exactly think before acting. This bit her in the back Teal Mask, however. Afterwards she kinda.....lessened in terms of her usual energetic self. She became more serious and stoic faced- still Juliana, always Juliana, but the events of Teal Mask really brought her down. The last thing she ever wanted to do is to hurt a friend. In Indigo Disk she kinda adopts this serious, no nonsense persona which is admittedly, very weird, even for her. Seeing Kieran the way he is kinda makes it worse. She's a bit more....angry here. Whether it's at herself, others, Kieran, no one knows. She probably doesn't know. But through it all she just wants to make things right again.

Florian: The opposite of Juliana: a fucking nerd. Moreso wanting to focus on his studies than anything else, Florian is a skittish, rule follower to the T. Too bad the plot of SV ( and Juliana if we're doing dual protags) drags him into nonsense. But honestly it's a good thing overall. He becomes less rigid, a bit less fearful. He actually ends up enjoying himself more than he ever does and even makes some amazing friends to boot. Teal Mask was great for him! Until it wasn't. I like to think he bonded with Kieran very easily, both being somewhat shy, and an admiration of those who they deem stronger than them. When things hit the fan I think Florian was.....off. He was hurt. Very hurt. And he definitely beat himself over it. But he never let it show? In fact it seems that he's gotten more carefree as time goes on and a smidge more interested in battling. By Indigo Disk, Florian just seems like a brand new person. He seems more confident, more carefree, even leaning into Drayton's jokes a little. And yet, when he sees Kieran that mask sorta cracks. He's scared out of his mind. He doesn't know what to say or do no matter how much he thinks about it. But better do retreat, than face it head on, right? In the end, he just wants the same thing as Juliana, but is struggling to find an answer.

This post is getting long so I'm just gonna end it here. Sorry to anyone who wanted to see Gloria and Victor! But I hope you enjoy these hcs! They were fun to make!

[purplesurveys]

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Have you ever seen a fox in person?    Uhhhhh I don't think so. I don't think we have any species here either?

Would you say you have a quiet mind or do you have a lot of thoughts?    Most of the time my head's running. I can totally space out too, but for the most part I'm thinking of something; worrying, even.

When did you last do something brave?    Not screaming when a giant lizard hung out at my table when I worked at a coffee shop yesterday. I'm talking fucking huge, lmao. I was telling my friends pre-BTS Robyn would have freaked out 100%, but knowing how much the boys love animals it kind of influenced me at the moment to chill out and just let the gigantic lizard be.

Have you ever seen a magician?    They are commonplace gimmicks at every Filipino kid's birthday party.

What's something you remember from your childhood that you wish you could experience again?    My grandfather coming home from work and bringing Dunkin' Munchkins for me and my cousin, and Piknik for my sister.

Do you believe in karma? Why or why not?    I don't take it seriously or view it in a spiritual sense, but it's like, it's satisfying when you see people who've wronged you not doing or looking well.

Do you have a tiktok account?    I do but 95% of the time I use it for work. The remaining 5% is when I remember to check through the app for fan edits, heh. Occasionally I'll be on TikTok to look through Jungkook's likes as well because he's taken to like crack content these days like the Gen Z that he is.

Do you prefer the scent or color of lavender?    The color is fine, but I'm not the biggest fan of the scent. I prefer beachy or sweeter notes.

Would you rather live in a castle or a cottage?    Castle. I feel like I'd feel too suffocated in a tiny cottage.

What type of music do you listen to the least and why?    Country does not appeal to me at all.

When did you last visit a library?    Around four years ago. I was in college and needed to borrow a book.

What's one of your favorite memories from staying up late?  Like, regardless of the time in my life? My favorite memories staying up late would be from high school when I was deep in the wrestling fandom and had my own circle of friends, all from UK/US, that I'd only get to talk to past midnight. We were really really really close and they'd also stay up for me on weekdays, when I'd be coming home from school.

The whole 1D craze also happened when I was in high school! The boys used to go live the same way K-Pop idols do now, but given the time differences they always did it when it was like 1 AM here. I remember they even did 1D Day - something I definitely was not able to stay up all night for, haha.

Have or would you ever wear a necklace with someone's initial on it? I don't imagine having a problem with that. Initials are intimate and simple enough for me.

What last made you laugh out loud?    I was watching In the Soop and couldn't help but laugh at a scene where the boys were asking Namjoon left and right to help with the chores. Poor guy couldn't cook and Taehyung had already beaten him to the sink to wash the dishes, so it led to a hilarious 5-minute visual of him frantically running everywhere to grant everyone's requests.

Do you usually keep water by your bedside at night?    Yes. I never actually end up drinking from it as I sleep through the night, but I still like keeping one around just in case I get thirsty or I wake up with my throat feeling dry.

What's an interesting fact about yourself?    I have seen every Audrey Hepburn movie.

What did you last heat up in a microwave?    A chocolate chip cookie.

Would you consider yourself lucky?   My standing in the life lottery is average, I'd say. I'm fortunate compared to the average Filipino in that my family lives extremely comfortably; we can afford luxuries like multiple cars, traveling 2-3 times a year, can keep up with the latest tech, a house that can comfortably fit 5 – all things I'm very very grateful for.

Life in the Philippines itself though, it's a little...you can understand why many opt for better lives overseas. Salaries are offensively low; government was, is, and will always reek of corruption; everything about Metro Manila is gross and so not tourist-friendly unless you deliberately go to the places that are essentially facades like BGC and Rockwell; people wake up at 5 AM to get to work at 9 AM/end work at 6 PM only to get home by 10 PM because public transport is shit.

I'm lucky given the circumstances, but we as a country, not so much.

What kind of pizza did you eat last?    We got a pepperoni pizza but I got rid of the pepperoni on mine.

What kind of shampoo do you use?    Dove or Palmolive. I have both and I just use whatever my hand reaches out for first for the day.

How many blue objects are in the room you're in?    A number, but most prominent would be my two foldout sleeping bags which I use as a mini sofa.

Would you rather visit an art museum or an aquarium?    I'd love to go to an art museum over and over again. Aquariums can be a big question mark for me cos I never know how the animals are treated when guests are not there.

Do you prefer sweeter cereal over unsweetened?    Yes.

If you could build a 5 artist/band lineup to your dream music festival.. which ones would you choose?    BTS, SHINee, Paramore, Beyoncé, Michael Jackson.

What's a habit you have broken or are currently trying to break?    I haven't been biting my nails primarily because I'm on braces which make it virtually impossible to do.

Have you ever volunteered at an animal shelter?    I have not volunteered, but I donate whenever I can. Just this morning, one of the animal rescue NGOs I closely follow opened an subscription option wherein all the money will be used to buy daily food for all of their rescues. Didn't even think twice about signing up.

Is there anything currently bothering you?    Not at the moment.

How many stuffed animals do you have on your bed?    Technically not stuffed animals but I have Tata and Koya plushies.

How much is too much to spend on a pair of shoes?    I don't see myself spending anything more than ₱25,000.

What's the strangest thing that you've ever seen someone collect?   Napkins. Like, table napkins/tissues with brand logos. Filipino moms do it a lot and I honestly don't understand why lol. Also, fancy plates.

Have you recently been to a concert?    Yeah I'd say June was pretty recent. I flew out to Thailand to see Yoongi. Here's what it looked like! :)

Who did you last have a phone conversation with?    HR from another company because my former associate had placed me as a reference contact. I personally wasn't too happy with her performance during my time with her but I figured I should talk her up so she can be on her way to open up a new chapter in her career.

What's the most dominant personality trait you have?    Passionate, I feel like.

Do you ever watch sports?    I'll check in on wrestling every now and then but that's it. I've been keeping tabs on the World Cup too but haven't really watched any match since the Philippines got booted out of the tournament.

What's had the biggest impact on your day?  Namjoon went live and that's how I came to find out Moni's passed...

What's your least favorite cheese?  Anything that's too pungent and tastes more closely to sock.

What did you last have as a snack?    Camembert-flavored chips from Japan.

What's your favorite decoration in your place of residence?    We have an abaca basket on our coffee table that I'm obsessed with.

Would you rather read a book or watch a movie?    Watch a movie, for the most part. I'll only read a book if it's a memoir.

What's your plans for the upcoming week?    SO!!!!!!!!!!! I'm really excited because I've been meaning to go to the Audrey Hepburn exhibit they recently opened here in Manila, but apparently they had contacted our agency for some needed support and now I get to be there for work this Monday and I AM REALLY EXCITED. Never mind that I'll be working because I'll just be really happy and giddy being there!

Other than that it's just business as usual, but I am looking forward to Friday because we have a long weekend ahead :)

When did you last feel rushed?    This morning when I was running late for my 9 AM dentist appointment.

What was the last thing to scare you?    Cooper was making worrying gagging/hawking sounds earlier tonight, but fortunately they didn't last long. It was scary because they were sounds that never came out of him before.

Have you drank enough water today?    Too much. I didn't drink water at all yesterday, and my body knew that and by instinct I just drank way too many glasses today.

What's your top 3 favorite fruits?    Avocado. That's it, really.

What season do you think is the most comfortable?    We don't have the four seasons.

What lie do you say the most?    That I am happy with my work and that I don't have any issues to raise. Don't get me wrong, I am(!) happy – just not always; and simply going, "Yeah, I'm happy" lets me avoid complicated conversations that need not be complicated to begin with.

I'm also truthfully not happy with my accounts and I think it's starting to show, but that's a conversation I'd rather have another time.

What website do you frequent often besides Bzoink?    It's a tie between Twitter and YouTube.

Do you have anything due soon?    Yeah, something for work.

What did you last consume that you thought was nasty?    A few days ago I was dealing with a sore throat and happened to have KFC chicken shortly after I took a lozenge. Apparently an immediate side effect is the aftertaste because my chicken, the rice, and the gravy all tasted like SHIT. I truthfully thought I got a rancid order so I told my mom that they might have given me an expired meal, so she tried it and exasperatedly told me that no it's not KFC, it's your medicine. LOL

Anyway the taste change hadn't been going away so I just gave my mom the meal before it went cold.

What's a song you feel describes your mood most right now?  Life Goes On. Take your pick – BTS, Agust D...both are applicable.

[remcycl333]

the law is “too hard” 😢

my biggest pet peeve is when someone asks me for advice, i give it to them, and then they’re like “but that’s too much much work tho🥺 that’s too hard🥺“ like WHAT???

it’s not even about the fact that i spent my time answering you just for you to not listen to anything i said, but it’s just the fact that some people have the nerve to complain about the law being hard. like huh??? you are literally so lucky to know that the law exists!!! you guys have become so spoiled fr.

you can manifest literally anything and everything you want!!! you can manifests millions of dollars just by changing your thoughts!! what do you think is harder, disciplining your mind and changing your thoughts, or not knowing about the law and literally having to go to an expensive ass college for 4+ years, getting a degree, going to multiple job interviews to get a job, and then work a 9-5 job for the rest of your life?? and even then, you might not even be able to afford to buy a nice house, or go on vacation, go on shopping sprees, etc??? but through the law you can manifest millions of dollars overnight, wake up in your dream mansion, go on vacation every other week, without lifting a single finger!!! just by thinking!!! and you say that’s too hard? 😭😭😭

look at your peers who don’t know about the law. i bet they would give anything to know that they could solve all of their problems just by thinking. but you were lucky enough to stumble upon the law and you’re complaining its too hard. you can change your entire life overnight and all you have to do is change your thoughts. before you knew about the law, you thought it was impossible to change your face, or make money without working for it, or to date your celebrity SP. then you learned that you could and you’re actually willing to waste your power??? because it’s “too hard”???

you are not a victim to your thoughts. you have full control over what you think. and before you say “but i have intrusive thoughts--” intrusive thoughts don’t manifest, that doesn’t apply here. you don’t have to lift a single finger to change your thought patterns, you just have to put in the effort to discipline your mind for a few days. you don’t even have to leave your fucking bed if you don’t want to. you can manifest everything you want just by laying around, as long as you stop letting yourself fall victim to your own thoughts. i swear when you actually decide to put the effort in you’re going to be kicking yourself for not doing it sooner, cuz you will see just how easy it’s really been this whole time.

you are GOD. please start acting like it!!!