#chat can i kms now

[turnin9pag3]

GUYS I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE CUZ IM REREADING CHOICES CUZ I HATE MYSELF AND IM AT THE PART WHERE MARLENE CATCHES THEM IN THE ASTRONOMY TOWER DURING THE PARTY AND IM JUST THINKING ABOUT HOW REGULUS LOWERS HIS WAND WHEN JAMES TELLS HIM TO WHICH SEEMS SMALL AT FIRST BUT THEN U THINK ABT HOW HE LITERALLY IS THE MOST UNFORGIVING HOSTILE PERSON WHEN IT COMES TO MOST PEOPLE AND UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES HE WOULD’VE CURSED MARLENE SO FAST BUT JAMES ASKED HIM TO PUT THE WAND DOWN AND HE DOES AND IDK I MIGHT BE CRAZY BUT THEN LATER WE FIND OUT THE EXTENT OF HOW IN LOVE WITH JAMES HE IS AND I CAN IMAGINE HIM THINKING ABT HIM AT NIGHT AND GOING OVER EVERY INTERACTION BETWEEN THEM BEFORE HE KISSED HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME AND HE GENUINELY CARES FOR JAMES AND DOESNT WANT TO FUCK IT UP AND JAMES TELLS HIM TO LOWER THE WAND AND HE DOES AND AUSIHEJQBDIEISNSN GUYS I CANT DO THIS OMFG.

[todayisafridaynight]

word vomit anon back!!!

pirate majima game is funny...watching people complain abt rgg ruining majima is super funny because he's been a silly guy for like 7 games and a serious guy in one...can he not be silly again...just once more??? (also im sure this game is gonna be emotional in some way shape or form) also k3 heads stay in line yokoyama said it was coming one day he never said soon lol

'k3 heads stay in line' PLEAAASSEE VJLKEALKJ youre right tho i cant lie ....

on the real though yeah no like. majima can be serious at times but generally he's a zany guy, it'd be illegal not to capitalize on that in SOME regard

[xchronicles]

I have.. yet again.. a crack theory

This fever dream of a shot might be the creator's intent to state - pay attention to the combadges; they hold clues, especially given the moment they show it in

And then, if you pay attention to Chakotay’s combadge(s), you’ll notice the scene later where Chakotay presents her with her old Voyager combadge to remind her of her command anniversary.

What does this imply? You guessed it - pay attention to the combadges again. If you do, and it’s literally a blink-and-you-miss-it moment, it seems they accidentally switched combadges and then switched them back.

The thing is, there are too many coincidences for this to be accidental. If it was an accident, then holy heck, did they get lucky that it made sense like this and perfectly fell into place.

If the show wanted to hint at a more personal interaction off-screen that led to this accidental switch, it would likely do so in a nuanced way that respects the tone of the series. An accidental switch of combadges could be a clever way to imply an intimate moment without directly addressing it, keeping the content appropriate for all viewers.

I am now once again deluding myself ... help

Bonus shot just to make everything super confusing... when it doubt, wear two combadges at once confirming all theories and creating a paradox of your own

[accordionlover]

most of the time im like "i love being a freak :) yaay identity :) wahoo" but jesus christ. teenage girls will always make me want to kill myself.

[buttercuparry]

I am trying to write a post and yet nothing is coming  to me. I don't think there is anything left to be said. Massacres-food shortages-polio epidemic of Gaza, I have talked about it all in an effort to fundraise for my friend Siraj Abudayeh ( @siraj2024 ). Mostly because this is what his life has come to, despite not having any say in it at all. A settler colony willed to destroy Gaza and because of that for almost a year, Siraj and his family are: 

having to live in a tent, where there is no relief from either heat, cold or rain

where sand mites and insects keep pestering  the family all day long

causing a breakout of infections amongst Siraj’s sons, and putting the rest of their cousins at risk 

since right now all of Siraj’s extended relatives ( 23 family members)  are currently living with him after being displaced in an IOF attack

I have talked about this and more. I have talked about how every day Siraj has to take risks and go to Deir al-Balah just to get a steady hotspot connection so that he may campaign for his fundraiser and how after all this he gets harassed online because he is a journalist who gives us his daily updates. Beyond this I do not know what else to say to you so that you may donate to Siraj and help him cross this last lap of his fundraiser.

Recently Siraj posted an update about the  massacre at al-Mawasi camp and it hits you hard when you realize that this camp is just 2 km away from Siraj’s own. Everyday when he sends me a message, I breathe a sigh of relief because after all these months- from our first tentative hellos to now when we crack jokes after a machine translated chat goes wrong, there is always a fear that maybe this might just be our last interaction. I know these thoughts have nothing to do with the fundraiser in itself, but my point is, as a  friend, Siraj has requested that I help him reach 82k and right now this is all I can do. So please donate even if it is $3 USD ( $5 CAD). The fundraiser has trickled to almost a crawl and this makes Siraj worry. At least the gfm reaching its goal would be one less burden on him. He has fought so hard for this, please do not let him down now. 

Currently at $78,248 / $82,000 CAD. Only $3752 CAD left to reach his goal. That is approximately 2.7k USD.

Please donate and get Siraj to his goal by this Monday. You got him this far, do not abandon him now.

Vetting 219

[leeechin]

☆ bf ni-ki headcanons ! (fluff) 🦄 🦅 🍡 🥮

a/n: nothing but pure fluff and a few curses and kisses!!

a 'kys' + 'kms' joke is also thrown in here !!

♡ enha m.list | post queue | navigation

bf!riki being so much taller than you but uses your smaller frame to hide behind you as you guys walk thru a haunted house, attempting to cover his face by using your shoulder, but you're just too fast for riki to catch up to! forcing him to just hold you tightly beside him.

bf!riki spoiling you at the amusement park by winning you a lot of stuffed animals, having no more space for him to hold them for you, ni-ki forces his other band mates to fill their arms with the stuffed animals, as they follow behind you guys, practically being your guys' babysitter, seeing the two of you guys skip and hold hands at the amusement park. riki not wanting you to hold anything but your mini handbag and his hand !

bf!riki having an unknown hatred for the color pink, but loves seeing you wear pink clothes, changing his perspective on the color and matching you here and there.

bf!riki when you guys match each others freak (not in a nsfw way) "you're like the mr. peabody to my sherman!" you randomly say while cuddled up in riki's embrace. "your so right baby oh my god!" riki responds, you guys both laugh, "i'm definitely that dog, i got that dawg in me." "okay riki…" "you know we locked in like them baby." "except we're also boyfriend and girlfriend!" you respond, turning on the remote to play the actual movie now.

bf!riki when he's struggling to put on a tie for a fancy event, and the rest of his fellow band mates are too busy getting ready on their own to help. so he calls you to come over and help. you reach your arms out, easily putting his tie in perfect place with a knot. "all done!" your boyfriend smiles at you and rewards you with a place kiss on the lips, leaning over and holding you into a tight embrace.

bf!riki and you struggling to decide what dessert to get at a bakery shop, so ni-ki justs ends up ordering the whole menu. "i can't pick riki!" you frown, voice quiet as he 's on speaker with his phone, calling the bakery place. "uhhh actually can i just order two of everything on the menu..?" he sheepishly says to the person on the other line. the person seems shocked but agrees to riki's order, hanging up the call after confirming all the details. you playfully swat his shoulder. "don't worry y/n i'm gonna give them a big fat tip for this, plus if there’s some we don't like, the others will definitely eat them." you smile in response, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

texts with bf riki !

you:

you: who are ur opps fr 🤨⁉️

you: bro is NOT nonchalant and mysterious, quit the act😹!!!!

you: yk you're not gangster 😂🤣😂🤣 you were literally just arguing with kids in the chat on roblox on how 'i'm actually niki from enhypen"

riri 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻: you. you're my biggest opp.

😠😡🤬

you: but you love me sm 🥰

riri 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻: unfortunately

you: okay bitch kys

🖕

you: then i’ll also kms and fall down a ditch 😠!!

riri 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻: i'm your bitch 😍☺️😊😇😇😇😇

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you: i want you soooo bad you're such a cutie pie ☺️☺️☺️ like why are you soooo sooo cute i'm actually gonna go insane and rip all of my hair out until i'm bald

riri 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻: omg ur gonna twin with megamind!! 😻

you: are u saying saying i have a big forehead…………. BLOCKED!

riri 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻: NO NO NO THAT WAS A BAD COMPARISON

riri 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻: BABY DONT GO ILY ILL SHAVE MY HEAD OFF TO MATCH YOI DONT LEAVE 😢😢😢😢😣😣😣😔

you: ilysm ur so silly

riri 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻: ilym

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riri 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻: wanna interlock pinky toes ???? 🤩 [foot picture]

you: …

you: you're insane.

[justacynicalromantic]

Wanna see how Russians hunted civilian cars in Kyiv region in March 2022?

Surreal now that it was all happening some 15 km from where I lived and I followed the local chats crying that "People, don't evacuate by the road leading to Zhytomyrska highway! Russians are hiding among trees off road there and shooting down civilian cars!!" in real time - and now I can actually see it happening on recovered footage from street cameras. Surreal.

[lecsainz]

Could you write friends to lovers with Ollie Bearman? Something really fluffy where they realise they have feelings for each other, thank you.

OUT OF MY CONTROL

˒ ⌕ masterlist . . .

parings: ollie bearman + fem!reader

summary: the one where you and ollie are best friends and ollie finally creates the courage to declare yourself.

🗒️ : best friends to lovers are definitely my favorite trope!

type: fluff ಇ

Ollie had known Y/N for as long as he could remember. He first met the girl with y/h/c hair in elementary school. Ollie remembered the six-year-old Y/N approaching the seven-year-old Ollie, taking his hand, and saying, "You're my boyfriend." At the time, young Ollie had bolted away from her, and every time he saw her, he'd hide. That was until the day Y/N decided she wanted another boy to be the father of her dolls and chose the boy who always ran from her to be her best friend.

Today, all Ollie wanted was for his best friend to see him in a different light. Not that Ollie was afraid to make a move, as he was popular among the girls, but he was afraid that Y/N would distance herself from him as she did with any other boy who wasn't Ethan – a guy Ollie disliked.

What did that blond boy, who played football, have that he didn't? He raced a car at almost 200 km/h and was afraid to compete with someone who kicked a ball.

He couldn't recall when he started having feelings for Y/N. Maybe it was during his first race when she showed up wearing a shirt with his number, or perhaps it was during the countless nights they spent talking at each other's houses. It might have been when he saw his best friend cry over Ethan, either because they had broken up or because they weren't speaking. The fact that he couldn't remember didn't change anything, but he simply wanted to be able to call her his. His girl. His girlfriend. Not just his best friend.

One sunny afternoon, Ollie and Y/N found themselves sitting in the park, chatting away about various topics, as they often did. The laughter flowed effortlessly, and the warmth of their friendship was evident. Ollie knew that he had to find the courage to confess his feelings soon, and he couldn't think of a better place to do it.

As they watched the children playing on the swings, Ollie's heart raced, and he decided it was now or never. He cleared his throat, trying to find the right words.

"Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while," Ollie began, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

Y/N turned to him, her eyes curious. "What is it, Ollie?"

Ollie took a deep breath and looked deeply into her eyes. "Y/N, you mean the world to me. You've been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I cherish every moment we've spent together. But lately, I've started to feel something more, something beyond friendship. I don't know when it happened, but I've fallen for you, Y/N."

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Y/N looked at Ollie, her eyes wide with surprise. The weight of his confession hung in the air, and Ollie felt like his heart was in his throat.

Y/N's expression softened, and she reached out to gently touch Ollie's hand. "Ollie, I... I don't know what to say."

Ollie couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. Had he just ruined their friendship? Would she distance herself from him?

But then Y/N smiled, a warm and genuine smile that made Ollie's heart skip a beat. "You know, Ollie, I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time."

Ollie's eyes widened in surprise. "You have?"

Y/N nodded. "Yes, I have. I've been feeling the same way, Ollie. I just didn't want to ruin our friendship by saying anything. But now that you've said it, I can't hold back any longer. I've fallen for you too."

Relief and happiness washed over Ollie. He couldn't believe his luck. "Y/N, you have no idea how happy that makes me."

With a mixture of excitement and relief in the air, Ollie and Y/N leaned closer to each other. The world seemed to fade away as they closed the distance between them, their hearts pounding in anticipation. Their lips met in a soft and tender kiss, sealing the confession of their feelings.

It was a gentle, sweet kiss, filled with the promise of a new beginning. Ollie's hand cupped Y/N's cheek, and her fingers gently threaded through his hair as they shared a moment that had been a long time coming.

[bruh-changbin]

sweet tooth

pairing: park jay x waitress!afab reader

genre: smut, minimal fluff (minors dni)

warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe), public sex, creampie, finger sucking, minimal food play, lots of mentions of food, brief mention of male masturbation, jongseong is kind of a big desperate loser, lmk if i’m missing anything

word count: 6.7k

a/n: writing this killed me idk why it took fucking forever dawg. but hey, i’m finally giving you all an enha fic without a depressing ending!!! here’s a fun drinking game to play while you read this: take a shot every time jay says a variation of ‘uhhh’ (you will die) ALSOOOO this is for my bae’s @k-ingzo @lix-ables thank you guys for hyping me up to write this bc if you didn’t I’m 90% sure I would’ve scrapped it 😻 LOVE YAAAAA

waiting. 

the most painful game one can be subjected to.

seconds stretch into minutes stretch into hours and soon enough the whole concept of time is but a mere social construct that holds no real value. 

surely his coffee’s gone cold by now. 

the view from the window to his right has progressed from one filled with gold, yellow and orange to one filled with blue, black, and indigo. one by one the neon signs of nearby businesses have flickered on to attract the nighttime crowd. 

he tries to ignore the way his heart is sinking in his chest, much like the way he himself is sinking deeper and deeper into the red vinyl cushion of the booth he’s seated in. the overhead speakers have been blaring elvis for the past half hour and he wants to scream and smash a plate on the floor in frustration. if they play hound dog one more time i swear i’m gonna-

jennifer. 20. single. 2.3 km away. her bio read: only swipe right if you like puppies!!!!!

he does like puppies and found her to be quite pretty, so he did as he was instructed. his heart did a small flip in his chest when his phone screen lit up reading ‘it’s a match!’. he got to talking to her and things were going smoothly. well, at least he thought they were. now he’s alone in a booth constantly refreshing their online chat with some sliver of hope that she may still be coming. the same three messages stare back at him:

[5:17 pm] jay : hey! I got here a bit early so i’m just waiting in the car. let me know when you get here and we’ll go in together.

[6:03 pm] jay: it started getting busy so i snagged us a booth, i hope that’s ok… anyways, i’ll see you soon.

[6:49 pm] jay: hello?

whatever, her loss. fuck dating apps.

and fuck jake sim for making him sign up for one.

maybe tinder just isn’t for him. maybe he needs to find love the old fashion way: bumping into someone on the street; locking eyes across a crowded room; both of you reaching for the last bottle of wine at the grocery store and then just insisting that the other takes it. you know, the kind of shit you see in movies.

the only thing is he’s tried the old fashion way for years to no avail, with tinder being his last resort. things like these take time, he tries to remind himself. you can’t rush love, that’s the magic of it!

but now, seated in a booth at an obnoxiously retro themed diner with his head hung low, he has lost all faith in love. he picks up the porcelain mug to his right and downs the dark liquid; cold, just like his heart. 

he should just leave. i mean it’s obvious at this point that he’s been stood up so he should just head home where the teasing and nagging from jake that will bruise his ego even more is iminent. there comes a time in life where one must accept defeat and move on with-

“would you like a top up, sir?”

a sudden interjection from a saccharine voice to his left is what pulls him out of his trance of self pity. woah, hello you. 

it’s been a long time since he’s been rendered speechless, but you do that to him. you, looking like someone who should be on the cover of a magazine as opposed to serving coffee in a diner. a white button down hugs your torso in all the right ways and he’s envious of the red apron that’s tightly wrapped around your waist because that should be him. the blue ballpoint pen tucked behind your ear somehow makes you 10x more attractive and he can feel his throat close up at the sight of you. 

your skin looks smooth and your lips look plump and thank fuck jessica bailed on him because now all he can think about is bending you over this very table and fucking you raw. top up? more like top me, please!

the glint of the gold name tag pinned onto your shirt catches his eye and he reads it: y/n. pretty.

he notices your eyes shifting around anxiously and reality comes crashing down on him. stop drooling over her tits and answer the question you perv. focus!

“i u-uhhh yes, uh yes please that’d be great,” he stutters out embarrassingly, prompting you to bend over and refill his mug with steaming hot coffee from a pot that you hold with a perfectly manicured hand. 

“can i get you anything else while you…” your eyes dart to the empty seat across from where he’s seated, “wait?”

god this is so embarrassing. now the cute waitress thinks he’s a fucking loser who got stood up (that is exactly what happened). could this day get any worse? he was just about to leave, spare himself from more agony when you waltzed into his life and made his brain a complicated, frazzled mess. 

“uhmm no that’s ok,” he’s trying very hard not to trip over the simplest of words, “just the bill would be great.”

you nod, about to turn around and head over to the register when jay speaks up again in an attempt to preserve his image. 

“it was supposed to be a-a work meeting,” he starts while motioning to the still empty spot across from him, “but my uh….. business partner… couldn’t make it, so..”

he’s lying. you know he’s lying. someone waiting for their ‘business partner’ to show up wouldn’t be checking their phone every 1-3 minutes while intermittently wiping their clammy palms on their slacks every time the doorbell jingles and a new customer enters.

but he doesn’t need to know that, so you paint on an understanding smile before heading over to the diner counter, sparing him one final glance over your shoulder.

it’s a sad sight to see; a handsome boy patiently waiting for someone who’s clearly not going to show up. so you bring him a slice of red velvet cake dolled up with cream cheese icing and waive the two cups of coffee that were tacked onto his bill for the evening.

“it’s on the house,” you practically whisper into his ear while placing a comforting hand on his sturdy shoulder.

“oh!” his voice cracks, “t-thank you so much i-” he calls, but you’re already walking away to assist another table.

his hand instinctively reaches to where yours was placed on his shoulder only moments ago. he could sense the warmth radiating from your palm, feel the stray hairs of your bangs tickle his ear, smell the artificial strawberry scent of your lip gloss. 

either someone decided to crank the heat up in the diner or he’s becoming extremely flustered (it’s the second one). he scoffs down the cake you left him with flushed cheeks and tight pants, visions of himself prying your legs open and indulging in something sweeter plaguing his mind. 

with a hefty sigh he throws on his coat before making his way out of the diner and into his car that’s parked right out front. from behind his windshield he watches as you greet a group of other customers before turning his keys in the ignition and peeling out of the parking lot.

he doesn’t even make it home before he’s pulling into an empty parking lot and jerking himself to the thought of you and your work uniform and your glossed lips.

covet. desire. yearn for. crave.

all very real tertiary emotions that park jay would use to describe his current feelings towards you - a server who he spoke to for two minutes max and now can’t seem to move on from.

unsurprisingly, jake teased the fuck out of him for getting stood up in the way that friends do. but he doesn’t know that jay views his failed date as a complete success. 

albeit he is still mildly salty over the fact that he got stood up, all negativity is washed from his brain the moment he pulls into the familiar parking lot in front of the familiar diner and he feels the familiar pitter patter of his heart quickening its pace from behind his ribcage. 

he tried to hold off on returning the literal day after he was just there, he really did, but he simply couldn’t bear it. the urge to see you, to observe you interacting with other patrons to know if you’re nice to everyone or if he got special treatment is too strong to ignore. it’s for science! he assures himself.

the dulcet jingle of the bell as he opens the door to the diner rings in his ears, and he waits to be seated. the hostess that shows him to a booth similar to the one he was in yesterday is pretty, but she’s not you. only then does jay realize that the possibility of you not having been scheduled to work today is very real. this is only worsened by the fact that he decided to come in the late morning today as opposed to the evening like yesterday. stupid, stupid, stupid!!!

while feeling like a complete and utter idiot he decides to get to work, whipping out his journal, writing utensils and laptop for the sake of not looking like a weirdo. what kind of person goes to a diner and just…. sits there. he’s gotta keep up a facade. 

things are starting to look grim for jay as he sits and works and waits for the object of his desire to appear in front of him. while the retro cat clock on the wall continues its relentless ticking he attempts to swallow down his dismay. 

alas, the universe must be on his side after all for soon enough he catches a glimpse of you through his peripherals. yes! you seem to be a little frazzled, gnawing on the inside of your cheek before grabbing a mop to clean up the chocolate milk that a toddler has decided to decorate the floor with; your shift must have just started. 

he keeps his head hung low while intermittently scribbling in his journal or scrolling on his laptop, opting to steal an occasional glance as you assist a plethora of other patrons. the coffee he was served upon his arrival is starting to go tepid, much like yesterday, and he’s practically praying you’ll soon stride over and ask if he needs a top up. 

“more coffee…” you pause briefly, “jay?”

hold up, how’d you learn his name? 

his brow quirks upwards in confusion and with your hand - the one that’s not holding a boiling pot of coffee - you point to his leather bound journal that’s splayed across the table, opened to the first page. property of park jay is scrawled across the top in his sloppy handwriting akin to that of a first graders. he’s surprised you can even distinguish what it says to be completely honest. 

“ahhh,” he remarks in understanding, smiling ever so slightly because hey, now you know each others names. that’s a step in the right direction.

“were you looking to order something? you know, other than black coffee.”

as if on cue his stomach growls (luckily quietly enough for you to not pick up on it) and he fumbles for the plastic covered menu to his right that slips and slides in his sweaty grasp. 

“i would love to but uhh, i’m not sure what i’m in the mood for… what do you recommend?”

you roll his question around in your head for a moment, “were you thinking sweet or savoury? or if you want both, we make a pretty mean monte cristo.”

at this point if you told jay to walk off a cliff he would do it, so he orders your recommendation without hesitation.

“good call,” you purr before waltzing away from his booth and into the kitchen, leaving jay to erupt in a fit of goosebumps on his own. 

while he waits he busies himself with reading an article on his laptop, getting halfway through before realizing he hasn’t actually been taking any information in the entire time. but can you blame him? his brain is… preoccupied with other thoughts. 

soon enough you’re striding back over to where he’s seated, placing a steaming monte cristo with so much confectioner's sugar on top it looks as if there’s been a mini avalanche in front of him. he thanks you and is about to dig in before he realizes you aren’t leaving. 

“is your business partner coming today?”

…what?

“my business partner? i don’t- OH! fuck, uh y-yes my business partner right! uh no, no he’s not coming today. i usually come here to work on my own though.”

for a moment he forgot about the blatant lie he spilled to you the last time he was here to save face, but he thinks he saved himself with that last bit. 

a playful yet triumphant smirk makes its way onto your face, “that’s funny, i’ve never seen you here before yesterday.”

his eyes widen and his palms become impossibly sweaty. caught in a lie, great.

before he can come up with a witty response you just shoot him a knowing look as you walk away from the booth he’s seated in, your strawberry body spray wafting behind you and infiltrating his senses, rendering him immobile. 

ugh how you make his teeth ache! he longs to douse you in syrup and powdered sugar, drag his hot tongue across your skin as you squirm and twist in pleasure underneath him. he’s sure you’d be sweet enough to give him a cavity. he finishes his monte cristo with gusto and attempts to do more work on his laptop but finds his brain to be far too frazzled to do so.

when he decides to call it quits, he leaves you a hefty tip before driving home with the taste of sugar coating his lips and the inside of his mouth.

over the span of a few weeks the two of you become accustomed to a game similar to the likes of cat and mouse.

he shows up to the diner in the late morning/early afternoon and prays that you’re scheduled for a shift; you usually are. through the course of a few hours jay manages to get minimal amounts of work done while you check on him occasionally, offering your opinions on different menu items and then placing a hand on his shoulder with a laugh when he trips over his words. 

he’s sure you can sense the tension as well, but in case you can’t he keeps his thoughts to himself. you could just be doing your job for all he knows. 

nevertheless, it feels as if all aspects of jay’s life now revolve around you. when he falls asleep at night you’re the last thing on his mind and when he wakes up you’re the first. when he gets himself off he has to think of you or else he won’t feel satisfied, and he can only hope and pray that one day he’ll be able to feel your body against his, the warmth radiating from your body making him feel like a cake in an oven. 

sure he’d love to take you out, shower you with gifts and spoil you by taking you to expensive places that would surely break the bank, but he just can’t seem to push away all of the hardly appropriate thoughts and feelings he harbours towards you. it’s becoming quite an issue, honestly.

he thinks of popping the buttons on your blouse open one by one before diving in, scattering bite marks and bruises across your tits and neck and collarbones as you writhe and plead underneath him. i need more jay, please give it to me…

god you would sound so perfect.

his fantasies don’t stop there though; they never do. he can’t help himself from imagining what it'd be like to reach up your skirt and peel your panties down your legs as if they’re strands of red licorice. he’d go so slow, taunting and teasing you before slipping himself inside of you and feeling your cunt suck him in as if you crave him like oxygen. 

you smell of strawberries and he’s sure you taste like them too. the stripper red polish on your nails would pair so well with the scratches he’s sure you’d leave across the expanse of his back and shoulders. he longs to dig his teeth into your plush thighs like they’re mochi, snapping a picture of his bite mark embedded in your perfect skin to save for later use. 

down bad is an understatement when it comes to jay’s desire for you. infatuation is more like it.

today starts off like every other day. the smell of burnt coffee is what pulls him from his slumbers, and the clock on his bedside table tells him he managed to sleep in until one in the afternoon. when he trudges into the kitchen he sees his roommate and friend jake, who likely also just woke up and still doesn’t understand how to properly operate a coffee machine, staring at his phone. 

it’s then that jake reminds him of the plans they made to spend the afternoon at their friends house playing video games before grabbing takeout for dinner. jay curses his past self for agreeing to these dumb plans with his dumb friends since he was planning on heading to the diner today to marvel at his favourite waitress! oh well, he can still head over for an hour and a half at most before he has to return and uphold the prior promise he made. 

he turns down jake’s offer of a cup of coffee and, after a quick shower, he’s flying out the door.

when he finally makes it to the place where he spends most of his days now he doesn’t even wait to be seated, just slips into the same booth as always and waits for you. the little ritual the two of you have fallen into now so ingrained into his brain he can’t imagine straying from it. alas, it’s decently busy today so he busies himself by scrolling through his instagram feed while waiting for you to grace him with your presence.

when you finally appear in front of him you don’t say anything, just shoot him your usual friendly smile while precariously placing a napkin and mug of black coffee in front of him before leaving as quickly as you came. this sends jay into an emotional spiral. oh god, did i do something wrong? he ponders to himself, brows furrowed as he tries to remember everything he said to you during your last interaction that could have potentially been misconstrued.

only then does he notice the blue ink poking out from the napkin tucked underneath his steaming mug of coffee. with shaky hands he pulls it out and reads the short message written in your refined penmanship:

my shift is done at 10:00 pm.

wait for me? :)

y/n

and just below your neat scrawl he can make out a sticky lip gloss print, a faint hint of the fake strawberry scent that plagues his mind day and night still lingering. 

in this moment he should be happy, ecstatic, victorious even! his constant and obsequious devotion to you has not gone unnoticed, and at long last he’ll be alone with you in a place that doesn’t have checkered tile floors and posters of pin ups on every square inch of the teal coloured walls. but no, all he feels is embarrassment.

embarrassment because he was too much of a wiener to actually do something so you felt the need to take matters into your own hands. and embarrassment because your little napkin love letter signed off with your glossy kiss is making him excruciatingly horny. it’s like he’s in highschool all over again - yikes. 

he glances at the face of the silver watch that he scarcely takes off, the leather wrist strap now feeling uncomfortably tight considering his recent spike in blood pressure. with some reluctance he decides to leave early, tucking your napkin note into his pocket before driving home while barely focusing on the road and cars in front of him.

the hangout with jake and the rest of his friends is excruciating as expected. time seems to both fly by and drag on simultaneously, and he watches the hands on his watch tick down the hours, minutes, seconds until he can finally be with you - alone. when jake finally throws the towel in jay all but runs out of the door, speeding down the now far emptier city streets before pulling into the dining parking lot and waiting (he’s 23 minutes early).

with every passing minute his heart rate quickens and, when the time reads 10:06 pm, he thinks he’s going to faint when he sees you exit your place of work and scan the parking lot briefly before making your way over to his car. the sound of his passenger side door opening feels far off as he tries to make sense of the fact that you are about to be in his car, right beside him. what the fuck.

“hi.”

“hi.”

“i like your car.”

“oh, you do?”

“yep. it suits you.”

“really?”

you only nod at this, flashing him a subtle grin before flipping down the sun visor in front of you to tidy up your appearance after a long and tiring shift (he still thinks you look pretty). it feels as if his fingers aren’t his own as he fiddles with the radio while gazing at you through his peripherals, watching as you rub the smudged mascara from underneath your eyes before applying a final coat of the lip gloss that he loves oh so much. how on earth is he going to last longer than 5 minutes without falling at your feet?

“sooo what do you wanna do?” jay questions, unsure if his eagerness to hear your response is because he’s genuinely curious or because he just likes the sound of your voice.

“you choose, take me anywhere,” you offer with a smile, “surprise me!”

“okay!” he responds, narrowly escaping a voice crack as he shifts his car into reverse.. he has just the place in mind. 

the drive is somewhat of a lengthy one, although you don’t seem to mind. it’s warm enough to have the windows down, and jay greedily gulps down deep breaths of the fresh night air. from your spot in the passenger seat you ramble about your day at the diner, complaining about an old man who held the ketchup bottle the wrong way and promptly squirted it all over you when you came to ask how he was doing. despite all, you still manage to have a positive attitude. 

soon enough he’s pulling off of the main road into an opening surrounded by woods, killing the engine and the car lights and opting to bask in the natural glow of the night sky. 

“wow jay, way to be subtle.”

“what!!?”

“what do you mean what? you bring me to the city’s unofficial official makeout spot and expect me to not be skeptical?”

fuck. for the entirety of the drive over he was hoping that you wouldn’t know about the promiscuous reputation this spot has garnered over the years. he can’t give up this quickly though, he must play innocent!

“i- woahh, is that what this place is? i genuinely had no idea i just-”

“shut it jay, the first thing i noticed about you was that you’re a terrible liar.”

you’ve got him there, deception is not his strong suit. he’s about to explain himself when he notices you unbuckling your seatbelt and stepping out of his car, prompting him to do the same.

“i just thought it would be a nice, secluded space where we could talk and hang out… nothing more.”

silence settles over the two of you and, upon noting jay’s queasy expression, you decide to indulge yourself and tease him (just a little bit).

“what are you trying to say?” you bat your eyelashes and fake being in thought, “that you don’t wanna fuck me on the hood of your car?”

he chokes on his saliva. 

“w-what i’m trying to say is that i’m a uhhhh gentleman. i’m a gentleman.”

yeah right, you think to yourself. a gentleman and a major fucking hypocrite. 

“okay jay, if you’re such a gentleman then why do you have a raging hard-on from literally just talking to me?”

in the pale moonlight you see his eyes widen before he scrambles to cover his crotch, not doing much to conceal his erection that’s straining against his slacks. 

“oh god i’m so sorry i can explain uhh-”

“i’m just fucking with you,” you taunt before petting his hair affectionately, attempting to quieten your giggles while jay plasters on a fake smile even though he looks like he’s about to puke. in an attempt to garner the little composure he has left he turns away from you, the cool night air soothing his heated cheeks. 

from where he’s standing he’s granted an overarching view of the city he calls home. against the nighttime sky he can decipher the suburbs, the downtown area, the cafe district. upon each building there’s a small rectangle filled with yellow or white light, windows in which individual people are carrying out their individual lives; it makes everything seem so… miniscule. i mean, aside from you, nobody even knows he’s up here - and he’s still trying to decipher if that’s a good thing or not, seeing as tonight all he’s done is embarrass himself. 

when he looks back you’re leaning against the hood of his car, your arms folded across your chest which sequentially shoves your tits together in a way that makes him wanna plunge his face in between them and give you a good old fashioned motorboat. 

his thoughts are cut off when you speak up.

 “i brought you something,” you announce before turning and opening the passenger side door of jay’s car, trifling around in your before before pulling something out and heading back to where you were standing before, leaning against the hood of his car. in your hands is a toppled over piece of red velvet cake protected by a clear plastic takeout container coupled with two disposable forks. 

“sorry it’s kinda smushed…. i forgot about it.”

“no, that’s ok!” jay thinks you shouldn’t have to apologize for anything ever, “thank you.”

with a crisp pop you open up the container, moving it to sit in between the two of you before passing jay one of the flimsy plastic forks. he lets you take the first bite, stating that after a long shift you need to get your blood sugar back up. you laugh before complying, watching as jay takes a bite right after you do, his eyes rolling back as all of the sweet, rich flavours dance across his taste buds. despite the piece of cake not being in the best condition, it still tastes like heaven.

jay’s caught off guard when your hand suddenly swoops in just as he’s about to spear another piece of cake with his fork, collecting a dollop of icing on one of your nails. he should’ve seen it coming when you reach up and wipe it on the tip of his nose with a playful laugh.

“wow y/n, so original,” he sneers while wiping the cream cheese icing on his nose onto the back of his hand. 

he attempts to do the same to you, dipping his finger in the thick frosting before moving to wipe it on the tip of your nose, but you suddenly latch onto his wrist. he watches with hungry eyes and an erratic pulse as your tongue comes in contact with his knuckle, licking all the way up to his icing-coated fingertip before taking his digit inside your mouth. the thick muscle of your tongue wraps around his finger, sucking away the sweetness before you pull yourself off of him. a faint pink ring of lip gloss on the base of his knuckle now present. 

fuck me.

not a single word is exchanged before jay pushes himself onto you, prompting you to lean back against the hood of his car that’s still slightly warm. with your body weight resting on your elbows and your legs spreading to accommodate jay’s torso, you finally let him taste you. 

your lips are soft and warm like a pastry fresh out of the oven, and when he pulls away he heaves a heavenly sigh filled with pleasure and contentment and thank fuck this is finally happening. it’s not long before you’re pressing your lips to jay’s again, one of your hands moving up to caress the shell of his ear before resting against his face.

you can feel his jaw move against your palm when he opens his mouth and drags his tongue across your sugar coated lips, inducing you to do the same. when his tongue pushes past your teeth and brushes against yours you groan in pleasure, the fingers previously gracing his face dipping down to undo several buttons of your work shirt. with his lips against yours and his tongue down your throat you can feel him giving into you, as if you’re a delectable piece of his favourite candy and he has a raging sweet tooth. 

when jay pulls himself off of you you think you might just cry. luckily you don’t go without his touch for long, for when you open your eyes you watch him dip two fingers into the frosting on top of the forgotten slice of cake before smearing it across the exposed flesh of your tits and down your sternum. he promptly shoves the two frosting coating fingers into your gaping mouth, gazing at you with heart eyes as you suck them clean. 

only then does he dip his head down, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive skin of your right breast before licking the stripe of icing off with one broad swipe of his tongue. he gives your other breast the same treatment before giving it teasing nips and kisses, using his tongue to soothe the pinch of his canines. 

once he licks the rest of the frosting from your sternum he continues his descent, not stopping until the insides of your thighs are brushing against his pierced ears. in one swift movement he flips your skirt upwards, your pretty panties with a subtle wet patch now on display for him and only him.

not being able to resist seeing your bare cunt in all of its glory, jay eagerly digs two fingers into the waistband before dragging the fabric down your legs. your lacy pink thong gets all twisted and tangled around your ankles as jay struggles to pull it off, eventually managing to get it around your sneakers before tucking it into his pocket for safe keeping. 

he feels his pants grow impossibly tights as he stares at you on the hood of your car with your legs spread, quite literally something that could’ve been torn right out of a playboy. without missing a beat jay dives into you, flattening his thick tongue and licking you like he would a dripping ice cream cone. it catches you by surprise and you instinctively tangle your fingers in his ebony tresses, a needy moan making its way past your lips and into the air. jay uses the tip of his tongue to explore your needy pussy, lapping up your juices and revelling in the taste on his tongue. i could die like this he thinks, and he digs his blunt nails into your thighs while shoving his head impossibly deeper. 

it’s somewhat sloppy, but what he lacks in technique he makes up for in enthusiasm. it feels like he’s practically making out with your cunt and you can’t help yourself from tugging on his hair in approval. the groans he emits in response have you shuddering, the vibrations causing your legs to shake and tremble as you struggle to keep them pried open. in your lower abdomen you can feel the pressure of an impending orgasm begin to brew.

this sensation only doubles when jay shifts his focus to your clit, sucking on and toying with it like it’s a sugar-covered gumdrop. his actions have you arching your back off of the hood of his car, eyes squeezing shut as you cry and plead, “p-please don’t stop jay… never stop.”

your pleas boost jay’s ego to the max and he eats you out with unrestrained passion, alternating between sucking your clit and tonguing your hole until you finish all over his mouth with a canorous cry that reverberates between his ears. he hopes to never forget that sound.

with reluctance he pulls himself off of your sweet pussy, having to push your legs apart slightly to free himself from the way they were clenching around his head. he stares at you in awe as you bask in the post-orgasm sensation, mouth agape and chest heaving faintly. your eyes, when you finally pry them open, are slightly glassy and it looks like it takes you a second to come back to earth. 

your grip on jay’s hair loosened but you never fully let go, and soon enough he feels you tugging at his roots in an attempt to get him to hover over you once again. without hesitation you press your lips to his once again, tasting yourself in and on his mouth as you kiss him until you can’t breathe. 

his curious hands never stay resting in one spot on your body for longer than a second before he’s exploring somewhere else, his mouth making a path from your lips down to your jaw and neck. the tips of his fingers finally stop when they reach your hips, gripping onto your and flipping you over so your chest is against jay’s car and your ass is up in the air. 

he can’t help himself from ogling at your perfect form all splayed out for him. the curve of your ass is to die for and jay starts subconsciously unbuckling his belt, easing the strain of his pants against his painfully hard dick. 

from your spot on top of the car you begin to grow impatient. your tits are smushed and your neck is craned and even though you just came you’re already ready for another one if it means you get to feel jay filling you up like a cream puff. luckily, you soon feel the tip of jay’s cock dragging through your folds, your still-sensitive clit throbbing slightly when he bumps into it. the sound of jay spitting into his palm joins that of the crickets and your erratic breathing, soon replaced by his sighs of delight as he strokes his cock with his spit covered hand to help lube it up. 

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in when you finally feel him prod your entrance with his tip, although you can sense some hesitancy. it’s not surprising when the silence is broken by jay asking: “...are you ready?”

he feels his chest tighten when you make a noise of approval followed by a meek nod, your starry eyes glancing back at him as much as you can in this particular position. with a hefty exhale he nods back before slowly starting to sink into you, a low groan making its way out of his chest as he pushes deeper and deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. 

once fully inside of you he remains stagnant for a moment, needing to adjust to how incredibly warm and tight you feel if he wants to last longer than three seconds. soon enough he feels he’s garnered enough collectedness to start moving, so he does. 

his movements are small, almost timid at first. like he’s testing the waters, garnering enough confidence to go harder, faster. your hushed whimpers of pleasure ring in his ears and he teasingly rolls his hips in an attempt to have you feel him impossibly deeper inside of you. 

“j-jay!” you cry when he seemingly bumps your g-spot with the tip of his cock, the muscles of your waist tensing up when he does. wanting to provide you as much pleasure as possible he continues his ministrations, not altering them in any way out of fear of doing something wrong. 

jay feels his stomach start to seize up as a pleasurable burn takes hold in his lower stomach, his vision blurring slightly at the edges as he shifts between groaning aloud and biting his lip so hard he’s worried he’ll break the skin and draw blood. with exercised caution he picks up the pace, ensuring that in this moment you’re still feeling as good as he is. 

his cock slips in and out of your desperate, dripping hole with ease, your hips banging against the unyielding metal hood of his car with each and every thrust. it’s hardly comfortable, but at this moment in time you think you’d rather die than have jay stop - so you persevere. 

“god you’re so good jay, so fucking big,” you praise as you feel your second orgasm of the night approaching steadily. most of your limbs have started to go numb from the position you’re in yet you can feel each and every nerve end slowly begin to burn up, to bring you closer and closer to release. when jay reaches down to toy with your aching clit, you’re done for. 

the slight ache from the way your cunt is stretched around his cock adds to the jolting sensations that come every time he bumps your clit has you so close, so close you can taste the sweet promise of an orgasm dancing on the tip of your tongue. jay feels it too, for he throws all inhibitions to the wind and fucks you from behind with no restraint. 

he can feel his release creep up his spine and spread through all of his limbs until it’s all he can see, taste, and feel. groans continue to spill past his lips as white hot light floods his senses and a blinding orgasm washes over him, which is only strengthened by the sensation of your pussy clenching around his cock as you finish underneath him. he cums inside of your wanting cunt, filling it up to the brim before collapsing on top of you with a grunt. 

seconds turn into minutes and the two of you remain in place, breaths and pulses struggling to return to normal as you come down from an intense high. jay can feel his shirt clinging to his sweaty back, and he scrambles off of you when he realizes he was quite literally resting all of his weight on you.

with a helping hand he helps you sit up, chuckling slightly when your knees turn to jello when you try to stand up. so, you opt to stay seated on the hood of jay’s car for just a few more moments, patting the spot beside you to get him to sit down. you’re sure you look like a mess, but jay gazes at you with something that can only be described as awe.

smitten. captivated. enraptured. allured. 

the pale light of the moon casts a heavenly glow across your face, and he kisses your lips like they’re covered in strawberry syrup. 

a/n: tumblr’s editing system is the biggest piece of garbage i am so sorry if there are any weird glitches or anything but i am literally seconds away from whipping my laptop at the wall out of frustration as i edit this so pls lmk if anything looks weird when this posts lawl thank you

[todayisafridaynight]

getting wigs for characters with the same hair color as myself make me feel like the biggest dumbass around but youd have me fucked thinking im burdening myself with daigos 2000's emo cut just for a weekend

[drvirgus]

Mute!

Non-Idol! Hanni X Mute! Reader

Description: Life as a mute girl in university: How does Y/n navigate her life, especially when she has to work on a project with her crush, one of the popular kids on campus? Can Y/n find a way to express her feelings?

Warnings: Trauma; strong language; kys/kms jokes; insults; bad family 😔 (kind of abuse?)

A/n: I’m not mute or met any mute person in my whole life. I do not want to offend any person with my story. It would be nice if you (if you’re mute or know a person that’s mute) could write me if I did something wrong or share your experience to make this story much more believable.

Chapter: Coffee & Food (Fully-Written)

Masterlist

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With my tablet in hand, I slowly made my way into the cafe and immediately took a seat at one of the tables. I placed the tablet on the table, grabbed the stylus Pen, and wrote a quick "Hey, you’re here :)" on the screen.

Nervously, I glanced around the cafe, the fact that I was meeting Pham Hanni hitting me all at once. My mouth was slightly open as I licked my somewhat dry lips. I saw people of all ages sitting at the tables, eating or drinking. Surprisingly, it was louder here than one might expect.

"Hey. Did I keep you waiting long? I hope not," I heard from behind me, and saw Hanni, who now sat down right in front of me with a slightly worried look. I smiled and shook my head immediately. My eyes glanced at the clock. We were both early...

I turned the tablet towards her and could see her forehead wrinkle as she suddenly realized what the words on the tablet said. A nervous laugh escaped her throat as she scratched the back of her head a bit, "Oh man. I forgot... I’m sorry," she said, clearly embarrassed, which I waved away with my hand again, a small smile on my face.

I held up one of my fingers to indicate that she should wait a moment, which she nodded to immediately. My hand grasped the stylus as I deleted the previous words to write something new, "Sorry. We don’t really have to meet if it makes you uncomfortable. I can just send you the stuff via email and we can chat online. But I still want to treat you to a coffee since you came," I wrote on the tablet, feeling my lips silently form each word as I wrote.

Hanni, who was just taking off her jacket and throwing it over the chair next to us while I wrote everything down, read the words on the tablet. Every millisecond that passed, her forehead wrinkled more, and she firmly hummed a "no." "It’s not uncomfortable for me. To be honest, I was really looking forward to this. Plus, I’m going to treat you to a coffee since I wanted this meeting in the first place, and I won’t take no for an answer," she said seriously, but the gentle smile on her face made me relax.

"Oh, but if it’s uncomfortable for you to be here with me and you’d rather write, that’s okay. I mean, I’d be a bit hurt because I was really looking forward to meeting you, but, yeah. I mean, if you’d rather let me know—no, I mean—write it down?" the younger girl said, a bit more awkwardly now. She gesticulated wildly with her hands, nodding or shaking her head frequently.

A squeak escaped my mouth as I started to laugh. I immediately covered my mouth with my hand. I just had to laugh. Hanni looked really cute when she was nervous...

I shook my head and turned the tablet back to me to respond right away, "It’s not uncomfortable for me. You’re really Cute. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I think the more you know, the better you’ll handle it," I wrote and watched as Hanni’s eyes skimmed over each word, she paused briefly but then immediately relaxed again, and a broader smile spread across her face as she nodded in understanding.

"Okay. I’ve never met a mute person before, so you’ll have to help me out here," Hanni said, embarrassed, as she started to laugh a bit. Her eyes were fixed on me as I simply nodded. Hanni's smile didn’t leave her face for a moment, even as I saw her expression visibly relax and she leaned forward more.

But before she could say anything else, a waitress approached us. She was chewing gum as she looked back and forth between Hanni and me. "Good afternoon and welcome to JYP Cafe. What can I get for you today?" the waitress said, sounding a bit bored. She had a pen in one hand and a notepad in the other, just waiting for our response.

Hanni immediately looked up at the much taller waitress and smiled politely. "I’ll have a hot cocoa with some whipped cream on top," Hanni said, and I saw the waitress jot down the order. "And what would you like?" Hanni asked, her eyes once again focusing on me. Her hands were folded on the table as she smiled at me.

I turned the tablet towards me again and started deleting the previous words to write something new, "I’d like a coff—," I began to type when I heard an irritated sigh from the waitress. "Miss, I’m standing here asking for your order! You really shouldn’t be playing with your tablet right now," the much taller woman said, rolling her eyes.

My jaw clenched automatically, but I still smiled politely as I simply pointed to my mouth and then made an X with my index fingers. But before the waitress, whose eyes widened, could say anything, Hanni's voice rang out.

Her normally high and friendly voice was now lower and much angrier. "You’re being quite rude, you know that? That’s not how you speak to a customer. Apologize immediately," Hanni said, her previously smiling face now wearing an angry expression.

My mouth opened in surprise as my eyebrows raised. I saw the waitress now looking at Hanni. "I’m sorry. I didn’t know she couldn’t speak and thought—" the waitress began, but Hanni interrupted her with a shake of her head. "Why are you apologizing to me? You should apologize to her!" Hanni said, clearly irritated. Even her jaw was tense.

I quickly wrote on the tablet, "The same order," but the waitress apologized guiltily and even bowed slightly. My face turned red, and I shook my hands in front of me, embarrassed. The nervousness was evident on my face as I visibly tried to say something, but it didn’t work. Not a single sound came out of my mouth.

Not even a simple "It's okay..."

I immediately turned the tablet towards the waitress, and she nodded her head and wrote it down on her small notepad before leaving with another apology.

A sigh escaped Hanni's lips as she leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest. Her angry expression softened a bit, but it was still visible on her face. "I can't believe how rude people can be. Does this happen to you often? I hope not. People can’t really be that rude, can they? Not even having enough patience for something like this? I mean, it’s her job. How can she treat a customer like that?" I heard Hanni say as she ranted.

A small smile formed on my face as Hanni leaned forward again and looked at me with concern. "Are you okay? You’ve turned pretty red. We can leave if you want," Hanni said, watching me as I shook my head.

"Thank you. For that... and yes, it happens more often than I’d like, since there aren't many people like me. But back to the questions. Do you have any?"

Hanni sighed, and I noticed her face relaxing. "I’m sorry. I’m still a bit mad... I can’t calm down quickly... but... I’ll ask a few questions now, okay?" she asked, and I deleted the words, ready to answer her questions. I nodded, and Hanni smiled immediately.

"Can you make any sounds? I heard you laugh, and a pretty cute sound came out," Hanni said, which made me blush even more. I gestured with my hand for her to ask more questions while I wrote down the answer to that one.

"How long have you been mute? Do you see a doctor? Can it get better?" she asked, clearly curious. A smile formed on my face as I wrote down each of my answers. I saw Hanni reading them.

"I can make sounds, like screaming or laughing. Those are sounds I can’t control, so they just come out. But if I want to consciously make a sound, I can’t. I’ve been mute for 11 years, but I don't really want to say why. I don’t see a doctor, but I do see a psychologist in the hope that it will get better."

Hanni hummed in interest and nodded. The drinks arrived, and with another quiet apology from the waitress, she left. Hanni bit her lower lip. "What about... ordering? Or relationships? Phone calls?" Hanni asked, visibly curious as she sipped her cocoa.

"Careful. Let it cool down a bit. It’s pretty hot," Hanni said with a light laugh as she placed the cup back on the table. I nodded in thanks and quickly wrote my answers.

"Usually, Yuna or Felix order for me. Otherwise, I just point to what I want on the menu or write it down. But that only works with patient waiters. Phone calls stress me out, and I can’t even hum. I only use FaceTime so I can show my tablet. Relationships? Well, friendships work, and I think a romantic relationship would work too if the person is patient. But I’ve never had a relationship, to be honest."

Hanni's mouth twitched into a brief smile as she looked at me and nodded. "I've been in a few relationships, but I’ve never been in love. I honestly don’t know why. Maybe I’m just not cut out for it, but I always felt uncomfortable in a relationship, even if the person was nice," Hanni began, her brow furrowing as she sighed. "But to be honest, I don’t really want to fall in love. Have you ever been in love?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

I shook my head immediately. "I’ve had a few crushes. But I’ve never been in love."

Hanni exhaled in relief, but her brow furrowed even more as she looked at her folded hands on the table with a questioning expression. Confused by her look, I wrote a few question marks and showed them to Hanni. Embarrassed, she started to laugh. "Oh, it’s nothing," she replied.

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A few hours later, with empty cups in front of us, I couldn't help but laugh. Hanni had been talking non-stop, constantly asking for my opinion, regardless of whether she had to wait for my response or not. My entire body relaxed as I noticed the time and my eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Hanni noticed the change in my expression and also glanced at the clock. She laughed, a bit embarrassed. "Oh, I didn't realize that hours had passed," she said, which immediately made me smile. I began to write on my tablet, "We should head ho—" "Do you want to get something to eat?"

Surprised, I looked at the woman in front of me who was smiling. Without showing any other expression, I deleted what I had written and nodded. Hanni cheerfully stood up, put on her jacket, and signaled for me to stay seated. "I'll call a taxi," Hanni said, smiling, as she sat back down.

Amazed, I watched her for a while. "Minji, hey. Pick me and Y/n up. We want to get something to eat," I heard Hanni say, and my mouth opened in surprise. I quickly wrote on my tablet, "Minji? I thought you were calling a taxi?"

Hanni glanced at my written words and laughed. "She lost a bet and is my personal chauffeur for the whole year," Hanni explained, and I nodded in understanding, shaking my head in amusement. After a short while, Hanni hung up.

"She’s on her way," said the equally tall woman, which made me nod. We slowly made our way outside together. With my tablet in my hands, I followed Hanni outside. "I’m really hungry. What exactly do you want to eat? We can have whatever you like," Hanni said with a smile as she turned to me. I quickly opened my tablet again to write my response.

"Anything is fine. You can decide. Just no fish."

A honk interrupted Hanni's nodding, and we both looked towards the car parked right in front of us. Smiling, Hanni grabbed my wrist and pulled me along. She opened the door and let me in first before walking around the car and getting in herself, even though I could have just scooted over...

My eyes widened as I realized we hadn’t discussed the reason for our meeting. I immediately opened my tablet and pulled up my notes for the project’s story. I handed the tablet to the woman next to me, who was just thanking Minji for picking us up. I smiled and nodded gratefully at the driver.

"What’s this?" Hanni asked as she took the tablet. "Oh, right," she murmured with a light laugh as she started to read the few notes. My eyes were fixed on her as I noticed how focused she was. Without thinking, I grabbed my phone and snapped a few photos of her.

I heard Minji start to laugh, making me feel a bit caught. Blushing, I quickly put my phone away. "We're here," Minji said as she stopped in front of the restaurant. Hanni looked up from my tablet and glanced around. "Is this okay?" she asked me, and I nodded.

"Thanks, bro. See you later," Hanni said, giving Minji a light pat on the shoulder, while Minji just waved her hand dismissively. I held onto Hanni’s arm and gestured towards Minji, making an eating motion. Hanni's mouth opened, and she looked at Minji briefly before turning back to me.

A dissatisfied sigh escaped her. "You want Minji to join us?" Hanni asked, and I nodded slightly. Since Hanni still had my tablet, I couldn’t form any words. Hanni sighed again. "Yo, want to eat? Y/n wants you to join us," I heard Hanni say, and almost immediately, Minji looked at me in surprise. She pointed at herself questioningly, which made me smile and nod.

"Oh, uh... SURE," Minji suddenly shouted, which made me flinch a bit. "Chill. She’s not deaf," Hanni said, more annoyed. She got out of the car with a tense jaw, and I followed suit.

Somehow... Hanni seemed annoyed...

I looked questioningly at Hanni, who was still holding my tablet. She was pouting slightly as she kicked one of the small pebbles on the sidewalk. I tapped her arm, and she immediately looked at me. I pointed at my tablet, so she handed it back to me right away.

Curious, Hanni watched as I wrote, "Was it a mistake to ask Minji? You seem unhappy about it..."

Hanni's eyes widened, and I noticed a slight blush on her ears. "Oh no. I, uh, I’m not unhappy about it. I just thought—I thought, uh, I thought we were going to talk about the project?" Hanni responded, sounding more nervous than before as she began to smile.

I furrowed my brow slightly. "Minji is also on our team?"

Hanni read the words and laughed a bit, visibly relaxing as she met my eyes. "Uh, yeah—oh, there's Minji," she said quickly, drawing my attention to the taller woman who had parked the car and was now walking towards us.

I decided to leave it at that and just smiled. Together, we entered the restaurant.

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With a smile on my face, I looked at Minji and then at Hanni. The latter sat right next to me, while Minji sat across from me. Hanni was talking non-stop again, and both Minji and I were just listening. Occasionally, Minji would make a comment or try to join the conversation, but Hanni kept her gaze on me the entire time, her body turned towards me.

She patiently waited for me to finish writing and then read my questions or answers aloud. Even Minji had asked me a few questions. Although she seemed more nervous than Hanni, she was also quite patient, which helped me relax significantly.

Hanni leaned closer as we looked at the menu that the waiter had handed us earlier. Minji grinned as she watched us for a while, though I didn’t notice it. I was too engrossed in the warmth and the voice of the woman beside me.

"What if I get this," Hanni suggested, pointing to a dish, "and you get that?" She pointed to another dish. "Then we could share?" she concluded.

Surprised, my eyes widened, and my smile grew even broader. Excitedly, I nodded my head vigorously, which made Hanni chuckle a bit.

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[custom-emojis]

Ok I’m gonna try to make and queue emojis today sorry for the radio silence I’m still depressed. On thé plus side though I haven’t been doing nothing. I made a mental health support bot called friendbot that can provide crisis resources, breathing gifs, calming comforts, and many other things such as letting you vent to it and I’m really excited! I feel like friendbot could be really beneficial to people.

I’m hoping to buy the premium of the host in using for the bot so I can make friendbot available to the public. There’s also a sale right now, thankfully, if I can get enough.

Here’s some screencaps of what friendbot can do!

And this is only a very small sliver of what they do! I plan to add further features for finding more resources for things like escaping abuse, finding social services in your area etc! As of right now- here is everything friendbot can do;

Can provide crisis call lines relevant to somebodies area, text lines, and online chat lines

Can provide different types of comforting media to help you calm down

Can allow you to vent privately to it, having your vents be eaten by the void of the bot

Sends an alert when people say ‘suicide’ or ‘Kms’ telling people that resources are available.

Can provide multiple gifs to breathe along to

And honestly friendbot can only improve !

If you’d like to use friendbot for yourself, you can do so in our server.

And if you’d like to support the production of friendbot to the masses you can donate here !

[mikashisus]

GOOD LUCK, BABE!

summary: 6 years ago, you “broke up” with clorinde because she claimed your relationship was purely casual. now though, you find out that clorinde has finally come to terms with the fact that she’s bisexual, and you can’t help but to laugh and say “i told you so.” but you underestimated your ability to fully move on, and despite the protests from your friends, you decide to give her a second chance— which causes way more problems than you could’ve foreseen.

pairing: clorinde x fem!reader, chiori x fem!reader

cws: angst, drinking, implied cheating, lesbiphobia, homophobia, suggestive comments, kys/kms jokes — (more added later if needed).

other disclaimers: MEN DNI. CISHETS DNI. smau, uni au, use of slurs and derogatory terms towards the lgbtq+ community (i myself am a lesbian so i can use the derogatory terms that have been said against us). mc is a lesbian. all pics used are placeholders only and are not meant to dictate the mc’s race or appearance.

☁️ — profiles ;

super graphic ultra modern girlies | tea drinkers

ACT ONE. my kink is karma

01. good luck, babe!

02. restraining order

03. chat r u seeing this

04. she did this for me guys!!!

05. we broke up on a tuesday

06. i wish i could hate her

07. girls trip!!!

08. ain’t no way…

09. girls trip gone wrong

10. it’s comical

ACT TWO. red wine supernova

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notes: header made by yours truly! <3 mc is a lesbian like me. cishet women kindly leave thank you. this fic is for sapphics and lesbians ONLY. sapphics and lesbians, my page is a safe space for u and ilysm <33 yes this fic is based off of chappell roan’s ‘the rise and fall of a midwest princess’ album. if u’d like to join my disc server to chat and hangout, u can do so here!

taglist — open ; @moonjellyfishie @devosin @sl-vega @trulyylee @wystiix @kissingkzuha @yourfavoritefreakyhan @https-sourlimes

© 2024 mikashisus. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[soobibabe]

tubatu world domination

6 members - 6 active

soobin: do you guys ever think about beomgyu: no

soobin: damn can i FINISH my STATEMENT

you: to be fair you were typing like a snail i saw it with my own eyes

kai: i think what you were thinking soobin

soobin: thanks kai

yeonjun: wym 'saw it with my own eyes' ??? YOURE WITH HIM@:@::#*# PKSIMABOUT TOTHROW UP

you: i told you guys i was gonna go to the mall today ?

beomgyu: guys man or bear hehehhhhehehhhheeh>.<<<<<

taehyun: y/n reply to my dm pls.

yeonjun: WHENE DID YIU TELL US YOU WERE GOING TO THE MALLLLWHY DOES SOOBIN GET TO GO EITH YOU

soobin: because im just cunty like that. lolz

you: @gyu ummm probably bear

beomgyu: HEHHEEHHEH you want me so bad

kai: what kind of bear

taehyun: y/n?

you: guys isnt that so weird!!! a blank chat keeps popping up!!!???

soobin: your phones probably broken

brokxn like me... 🥀

yeonjun: i could take a bear

beomgyu: no thx peace and love but FOK no

kai: why isnt anyone questioning this odd taehyun behavior

you: who behavior?? never heard of it sry

yeonjun: taehyun like taehyun your bandmate... early dementia signs i fear now ditch soobin lets go get you checked up ^.^ beomgyu: shes upset because tyun said he was too busy to go out with her today

soobin:

taehyun: i really was busy. pdnim called me in for a meeting about the next Academy Reincarnation season.

you: k

soobin: me personally if i got hit with a k by txts silliest member i would kms lowk

beomgyu: NAWWWW ME TOOO

yeonjun: i'd get hard idk

kai: can we put him on a speaking ban again

yeonjun: PLSEASEESESESE NOOOOOO I'KK STOP PLS LAST TIME WAS HORRRRIBLE

beomgyu: why hasnt soobin gotten one yet hes always talking anf talking anf talking and talking AND HES A NERD LIKE DAMN!!!!!!!!!! PICK A STUGGLE!!!!!!!!!!

soobin: yk youre so nice to me when were alone...

yeonjun: 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

kai: 👀

taehyun: y/n reply to me me and i'll buy you whatever you want from prada

you: im their ambassador you twat

taehyun: right, yes sorry i forgot how about i bring you flowers and [your favourite food] to the dorm later?

you: deal

kai: HEY WTF ITS THST EASY? the last time you were mad at me you didnt talk to me for a whole SIX HOURS EVEN AFTER I APOLOGISED ON MY KNEES

beomgyu: guys if you weren't already an idol under bighit which bts member would you date

you: all 7

taehyun: jungkook

soobin: jin no wait hobi lowkey he's a cutie

beomgyu: you have to choose ONE y/n

yeonjun: jimin or tae kook is cool but i probably wouldn't be able to handle his fans

you: no ur so right actually i could not handle dating another idol LMFAOO

soobin: ???? wdym i spoke with ur mum already she gave me her blessings we can date :3 even as idols heheheheh you: she did not

soobin: did tooooooo

you: nuh uh when did you even meet her

taehyun: he's lying i was there

yeonjun: hahaha liar liar pants on fire

you: when the hell did you guys meet my mom

kai: well SOMEONE left us on a cliffhanger last week and didn't tell us who she was dating so we did the next best thing...

you: SAYYYT YOURE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW OMG IS THAT WHY MY MOTHER HAS BEEN SPAMMING MY PHONE ABOUT "COMING HOME FOR KIMCHI" ? CAUSE SHE KNOWS I DONT EVEN FW KIMCHI LIKE THAT

yeonjun:yea!!!!!!! tell them queen!!!!!!! why did you guys not invite me. fake fucks.

you: WHAT DID SHE EVEN SAY

soobin: something about how she thought you were a lesbian so she doesn't even know what we're talking about

you: well shes not half wrong

taehyun: anywho she did NOT give ANY blessings to anyone however she did say that you were getting older and needed to get more serious about future planning cause all you put your effort into is work

soobin: that was basically her speaking in maternal code for "hey you can marry my daughter once contracts are terminated" trust me id know

kai: maternal code?

soobin: yep im an expert

beomgyu: what the fuck does that even mean

soobin:

taehyun: sometimes i wonder about the state of your mental wellbeing soobin: you just need to match my 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 you wouldn't get it. yeonjun: taehyun gets our freak soobin 💯 he's the one who suggested recording the killa with our shirts off.. fucking freak

you: i suggested that actually :3 but tyun suggested the lights off for tinnitus

yeonjun: Y/N MY PRETTY PRINCESS QUEEN DARLING DEAR I DIDNT MEAN IT I SWEAR THAT WAS THE BESSSSSST SUGGESTION EVER THANK YOU FOR SAYING THAT IM SORRY

beomgyu: you make me sick beomgyu left tubatu world domination kai: never a moment of peace in this household…

A/N: this has been marinating in my drafts and i HATE it but i need to get rid of it 🤔🤔🙏🏼💯🔥 pls accept this scrap cause i may be a little burnt out 😭😭🤣🤣😜👊

[mochathelion]

hey goopers and gunkers, here is, drumroll please

All of them council quotes from my quotebook (ft markiplier)

"Your blood is worms" -slimecicle

"Eenie meenie miney fuck you" -gillion tidestrider

"This is not the becoming of a prince. This is the becoming of a monster" -shilo bathroy

"I have a lot of opinions, none of them matter" -chip

"You must have confidence in yourself peter. Only then will you slay pussy like you slay gods" -thanatos

"IM GONNA MIGHTY BLOW YOU" -slimecicle

"PRETZEL! JUST A FEW MORE FEET PRETZEL! ITS NOT EVEN A MULTIPLE OF FIVE PRETZELLLL!" -gillion tidestrider

"I've never met God, but when I do I'll break him." -William wisp

"Great rune of the unborn? What is that, like an abortion perk?" -slimecicle

"What if you were like oh let me just check if the floor is real and you kicked it one day and it just disappeared, you'd probably be like of fuck I shouldldnt have done that" -slimecicle

"What do you really want? And just say it so I can fight for it" -gillion tidestrider

"Welp, you know what they say! When life gives you wolves, kill them. Also what? " -slimecicle

"Oh my Lord I smell estrogen" -slimecicles chat

"I'm beans mother fucker" -slmccl

"I'VE MET WAR CRIMINALS MORE DELIGHTFULL THAN YOU" -bizlybebo

"Two Mommy?"-Gillion Tidestrider

"This Jesus guy seems really cool!"-Gillion

"I can't wait to k*ll myself!" -Jay Ferin

"That girl just bit me. and I think I was into it?"-Jay Ferin

"If you zoot one more time im gonna choke you."-Rumi

"…Zoot~"-Peter

"Yippe"-Dakota Cole

"I'm just gonna kms and its gonna be your fault!" -Bizly ooc

"Ahhghduhiejbagci wa"-Kian Stone

"Julian the groomer… has a nice ring to it" -julian

"Its.. sewer ravioli!"-Dakota

"i didn't really think destiny was a thing before i met you, you know everything i had in life was just kinda a shitty hand . i really think it was you that made me feel like we were right where we were supposed to be, you're my friend you know- id drown the world for you" -chip

"CPR THREE LETTERS, WHAT DO THEY MEAN? COMBAT. PATIENT. REPEATEDLY. KICK HIM THREE TIMES GET HIM BACK UP, HE'S GOOD. CURED. Think he had cancer, not anymore" -slimecicle

"That must have been a slant rime because she seemed pretty tilted" -slimecicle

"Be the beans you wish to see in the world" -slimecicle

"A vagina with fangs? Bitchin… What? It sounds stimulating" -grizzlyplays

"Even If it was all inevitable… I'm glad we were written into the same story" -Gillion Tidestrider

"Niklaus is making a deal with russian Goku rn"-Bizly i believe ooc if not Chip

"PRIME DEFENDERS AT THE CONSTITUTIONAL CONVENTION" -William Wisp

"Fuck my fucking gay ass life" -condifiction

"SKIBOMBAY" -gillion tidestrider

"I WAS DRINKING YOU PRICK" -bizly

"He looks like a stop sign and has an ass disorder Its not my fault" -William wisp

"Dude you've GOTTA get advantage on this, dude is built like an among us" -slimecicle

"Beans. Beans. I grow my own beans. They are local and they are green. If you taste them you won't be mean. Come on now and try some beans. If you mean business, then trust my bean business. Have a legume, it won't be your doom. Have a legume, you will enjoom. I see your attitude is kind of mean, but you know what cheers me up? My beans. I grow em in the garden, they don't grow far from my home. Beans. I'm in the BEAN ZONE." -slimecicle

"WHAT THE FUCK??!!! FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S?!??! AEEEEEE AEEEE AE AEEE" -slimecicle

"NO NO NO NO YOUR NOT REAL GO AWAY! AMOUNGUS????!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD" -slimecicle

"I am weaponless but not defenceless" -slimecicle

"Don't play the game, eat the dirt, win." -slimecicle

"FATHER, SON, HOLY TROUT COME ON GET US THE FUCK OUT" -gillion tidestrider

"I WILL ABSORB THIS DEMONNNN. IT IS MY MEALLL!" -dakota cole

"You underestimate the power of SEX" -slimecicle

"aHgiA- FORTNITE" -slimecicle

Demonic rambling -slimecicle

"People will say eating chicken nuggets is bad for you, YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IS BAD FOR YOU? BEING A LITTLE BITCH. WHAT ARE YOU SPONSORED BY SALAD?" -grizzlyplays

"That's right I got two extra hearts and a wooden sword what the fuck are you going to do about it god" -charlie slimecicle

"I'm grabbing bed knife and I'm grabbing bed spear and I'm duel wielding that shit" -markiplier

[zyonsay]

Oscar or Lando (or both) x male reader who's always cold? They'll be on the paddock and reader steals their jacket / softshell jacket

Winter Season LN4&OP81

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Poor reader gets cold, but luckily he has two walking radiators and their jackets

Reader: Male/Genderneutral

Warnings: Noneee

Now playing: (again) 'Video Games' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey there anon! This is a really cute request! <3

I still have one req to do but im tired as hell, so i'll probably go sleep now and write it after i wake up!

His eyes trailed your figure as you hurried into his driver’s room. Wait, that was his jacket? Lando still had time before qualifying, so he went to inquire.

The racetrack was vivid, people chatting, motors roaring and interviewers scrambling for crumbs they could feed to the media. Though the only thing that was on his mind; why were you in such a hurry? Was everything ok? Were you injured?

His thoughts raced through his head like the 300 km/h Mclaren he’ll be driving soon. Though the loud thoughts stopped as he turned the handle and saw you sitting inside the room, huddled up in his jacket and an additional blanket that you got from God knows where.

“Are you alright baby?”, his voice was full of worry and his ciel bleu eyes searched your face for any discomfort. You reached out your hands towards him, motioning him to take them in his own. A light gasp left him as your freezing cold fingers touched his big warm hands. “You’re cold?”, humming lightly you sunk even deeper into the pile of fabric you had buried yourself in. The silence after was cut short as the door burst open again. Oscars sweet eyes gazed at you and Lando. “Is everything alright?”, it was almost comical how his worried expression resembled Lando’s from before.  He entered the room, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “He’s cold.” Lando mumbled while leaning against the wall.

“Wait, you can wear my jacket over Landos, it’s a bit bigger.”, he carefully pulled you to your feet and wrapped his Papaya jacket around you, pulling up the hood and giving you a small kiss on the nose. Lando had now made his way behind you and snuck his arms around your waist. Oscar smiled before embracing Lando in a sweet kiss, one hand on your waist, the other on the back of Lando’s neck.

The aussie risked a quick look at the wallclock, widening his eyes lightly. “Lan, we should get going.” Lando still had his arms around you, resting his body against your figure. “Are you feeling warm enough to come outside and watch?”, you indeed did.

The jackets helped warm you up and you also wouldn’t complain about being close to your walking-radiator boyfriends.