#i wish i were snoopy right now

[deadpoets]

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty-Seven: Albert Wesker + 2x Penetration

You'd been working with your captian for a few years now. You'd been right there when he destroyed the Umbrella corporation. At the end of that you stayed by your Captains side.

Even if he pushed you to leave him, leave the group that had become smaller in the past few years. Regardless you stayed by his side. Wesker had asked you to become his personal assitant, getting hsi coffee and anything else that he needed. Paperwork, pens from the drawers, whatever he needed you got for him.

The thing about Wesker is that he's always making passes at you. His large and cold hand grabbing the back of your neck one time. Or how softly his fingers feel when they brush up agasint yours when you give him his coffee cup.

Let's be hoenst you've always been a snoopy person. It started when you were a kid, looking to see if you could tell what you got for christmas, going into your mothers purse and stealing a twenty from her wallet.

But this… this was the worst. You shamelessly were snooping through your Captains drawers at his desk. He had told ou that he needed something his office, but then curoisity got the cat. Your hand just had to reach for the drawers handle.

The first drawers was fine, it was filled with pens, unmarked sticky-notes, and some chewy gum. A minty flavor whafting from inside the drawer.

The second drawer to the opposite was just as empty. A few papers in folders stacked on top of each other. There were a few written on sticky notes, and a calendar book.

Underneath were two more, but for some reason your attention took you away from the drawer to the left and brought it all to the one right in front of you. You dropped whatever Wesker had you come into the office and orignally get for him. It landed with no sound to the top of the desk. Then your hand was gripping the drawers handle hard.

You pulled the drawer open, and was saly met with nothing to appealing, a few more folders and paper work. The amount of paperwork packed away made you discouraged to look through the other drawer, but as you were closin the drawer in front of you something caughter your eye.

A towel wrapped around something, shifting a few things in the drawer you pulled the towel out, and out fell something… a toy of sorts. Why would your captain have need for a toy like this, at work no less. The dildo sat on it base, standing tall and proud. You picked it up, holding it weight in your hands. The girth of the dildo was much more then you had ever taken, and before you could put it back… you were caught.

"Y/n, what's taking you so… long." You couldn't see the smirk, but you could hear it in his voice. You tried to swallow and think of something to say, but with a six-inch dildo in your hand and an open drawer you weren't getting away with anything.

You shifted your weight on your feet, your bottom lip between your teeth, and turned to look at your captain. He was already moving towards you, a strong and wide stance the closer he got to you.

Nothing was stopping you from dropping the toy, and running out of his office. "Were being naughty? Poking around my stuff." Wesker asks you, you can't look at him right now. All the teasing all of the forward passes he's made at you has your thighs in a constant battle with each other.

When you do try to move it's already to late. His hand is wrapped around your bicep in a matter of seconds. "You know sweetpea, I think you like being naughty." he says is voice so deep, and calm. It makes your knees buckle.

"Come on now sweetpea, make me wish comes true. I know you like when I touch you." Wesker whispers into your ear before licking it. You don't bite back the moans you just let them fall freely.

Your skirt seems to hide nothing, and give away everything. Wesker moves you in such a way that has you pressed up agasint the desks surface. He flips us your skirt, a gush of cool air hitting your dampen panties. "Cap…" You moan out in revernace, "Oh be quiet sweetpea, I'll take care of you." The dildo is now sitting next to you. Base suctioned to the desks top.

Your panties are slide down your legs, and the sticky wetness follows with a string. "Look at you so wet, and it's all for me right sweetheart?" He asks. Not really looking, or caring for an answer when he shoves a finger, and then another into your soaking cunt.

Your moans bounces on the walls as he beings to finger your hole. your breasts are pressed into the hard wood surface, but you don't seem to care. 'Captain… fuck please…" You moan out as you buck into him. When he spits down at your ass you shirek with a mixture of pleasure and anxiety.

"Oh don't worry princess, I've got you now." He murmurs to you, you feel the shift, you hear the sound ofths zipper being undone, and then the press of his cock againt your entrance. Tight as frist when her pushes his head in, and then the sudden slam has you breathless.

A few thrusts as you gushing around his cock. "Oh fuck, so fuckin wet. Can you hear how wet you are for me?" He asks, as he continues his rough and hard thrusts. You're to dazed to notice the shift in his weight on your body again, but what you do notice is the intruding feeling at your ass. "captain?" You ask even though it comes out as a moan. "Sweetpea, it's okay. relax for me, you want me to make you feel good right?" You can't deny that the feeling ofhis cock in your cunt, how full you feel has you to unwilling to agrue with him.

The force, and press of that toy. You know it's the toy, the wieght of it, how unreal it feel compared to Weskers cock. You still moan as the head of the dildo makes it past the pressure, the tight squeeze of the dildo makes you want to scream, and the feeling of Wesker cock right next to it makes you fall even further into the desk.

You become limp. Like a rag doll being fucked for not your pleasure. "There you go." Wesker praises you for your relaxation as the dildo makes it the hilt. Now that's over Wesker is back to thursting into you at a vigorous pace, unforgiving. He pumps the toy at the same time, and you relish in the way it all feels. The tightness, the girth and thickness. It all but brings you to your climax.

This of course until Wesker is pressed his weight into your back, and whsiepring dirty things into your hear. Coaxing you to the white bridge of release. Fianlly with a few finally thrusts he's got you were you want to be most, and he's no far behind.

A few heavy, heavy breaths later and you can see clearly. The tears being blinked away. Wesker slips the toy out from your ass throwing it back into the drawer. And slipping out of you with your protest. "Now next time you don't have to go snooping around in my drawers." He leaves you there a mess on his desk. Before Wesker turns and leave the room. He look over his shoulder, proud of himself. "Don't forget those papers I ask for, sweetpea."

Completed on: 08/17/23

Posted on: 10/27/23

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[feferipeixes]

One of Us

Happy nine years of TAU.

(AO3 link)

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"Do you ever think about what it would be like to be forgotten?"

There's a demon in the middle of the room, just like always. He's sitting cross legged a few feet off the floor, and there's something grotesque and nightmarish curled up in his lap. He called it a sheep when he first showed up, and he's been petting ever since, but at that question his hand stays.

"What?"

The man gulps. It took a lot of courage for him to go through with summoning a demon once he'd decided to do it, and it had clearly taken a toll on him. Sweat pours down his face as he paces in the abandoned used car showroom.

"I don't know why I'm asking you this," he says, half laughing at himself. He runs a hand through his hair -- what little of it is left.

Alcor stares. It begins to feel like the demon is looking through him.

"My wife is dead." The man closes his eyes, frowning. "It happened two years ago. She was everything to me. At her funeral I told a crowd of people that my memories of her life were my greatest treasure. I… I was wrong."

Later, Alcor walks through the empty halls of the Mystery Shack. Many of the wall photos have fallen down in past years, and for a while he was too tired or too upset to pick them up.

His summoner's words echo in his ears, and he snaps his fingers to make a photo frame shoot up into his hands.

"I can't remember her face anymore. I saw it every day for thirty years. When I woke up in the morning I was so happy to see her, no matter how bad my dreams were, no matter what awful things I knew I had to do that day. Just seeing her helped me. But now she's gone. And there's nothing left. Not even a memory."

It's a photo of a brown haired woman, her arms wrapped around the neck of a young man he recognizes as himself. Mabel's face was twisted in delight, no doubt ribbing him about something dumb he'd done. If he focuses, he can still hear that laughter in the Shack.

"I have a disorder that makes me forget things. I… don't know what it's called. Forgot that too." The man's fist clenches, so tightly that the veins bulge out on his arm. "Can you believe that? My soulmate, gone from my mind after just two years? She might as well have never existed at all."

Alcor makes his way to the roof of the Shack and sits facing the totem pole -- or at least, where it used to be. It had fallen down a couple of decades back when a car hit it. That sort of thing happened every few years, but eventually he got tired of moving it upright again.

He thinks of the time he sat right where he was and threw pinecones at a target taped to the pole. He'd thought he was in love with that red haired girl Wendy, back before he knew that romance wasn't for him. It still killed him when he found her blue and floating in that subway station.

His stomach growls at the thought.

"I think…" The man swallows -- hard. He sits down on the hood of a car and it groans beneath his weight. "If that's the fate of the most important person in my life, then that's what I deserve too."

Alcor remembers pulling his name out of newspapers, out of books detailing the Transcendence, out of the minds of people who got too snoopy when it came to the strange lights and noises that came out of the Mystery Shack at night. Gradually, Dipper Pines began to die, and more and more people chanted his new name in buildings and forests worldwide.

It wasn't a fate he wished on anyone.

The man's forehead creases. "I don't know why I expected you to understand. For Pete's sake you’re a demon. You want to be worshiped and stuff. Well, not me. I want the world to forget my name."

“You don't.”

The summoner jolts, as if he'd forgotten he was actually talking to someone and not just monologuing. A swell of derision crosses his face. “Y-Yes I do. I've thought about it a lot. I can accept the consequences.”

“No,” Alcor can remember saying, and he feels like an idiot for doing so; he wants to go back and just let the deal happen as planned, so that he could put the whole thing out of his mind just a tiny bit sooner. “You've accepted the consequences, but you don't want this. I know what you really want. You're just too afraid of the price to ask.”

“I…” The man gulps, and stumbles back. “That's not true. It hurts to think about being remembered when she isn't. I would feel so much better to live out the rest of my life alone except for her.”

The apple tree in the backyard is beginning to droop. It stopped producing fresh fruit regularly hundreds of years ago. He doesn't expect to see one today, either, but to his surprise there's a glistening red orb right at the tip of a spindly branch. When Alcor picks it up, he notices that the other side is charred. It breaks apart in his hand, scattering in the wind like dust. He'd accepted the consequences long ago.

It’s time to go.

“This request doesn't accomplish that at all.” The demon stands up, and the sheep-like thing just floats there as if nothing had happened. “You want the memory back. You want her back in your mind. I'm not in the mood to be lied to.”

“I’m not lying…”

“What, then, do you want to give up? Really?” Alcor spits. Something is bubbling up in his stomach. It feels as though someone else is speaking in his voice. “Something bad happened to you and you’re just going to stay in it forever? Because it’s too late? Because doing something to feel better would be too hard and too likely to fail? Bullshit! You wouldn’t be summoning a demon, then!”

“I’m not lying!” It’s the first time the man’s raised his voice -- a frequent eventuality when it comes to summoners, and yet it manages to take Alcor by surprise. “Of course I’ve entertained that thought! You- I thought you were supposed to be all knowing! Did you just come here to insult me?”

Alcor stares, dumbfounded, as the man paces, waving his arms with a newfound vigor. He wants to yell back that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, that the pain he’s seen eclipses anything a human mind could ever even conceptualize. But there’s a hand covering his mouth. It’s not the year 2012, and this isn’t Gravity Falls. He’s standing in a dark room, and around him, words echo like pinpricks of light.

“Her memories for mine. I thought that would be a fair bargain, at first. But then I thought it would be worse, to sit and age with the picture of what I could still have just out of reach. You wouldn’t get it. You would never understand what it’s like to grieve.”

There’s a hole in the floor -- a new one with every step the man takes. The tile cracks and shudders, then plunges into the deep. The room quakes with anger, with drawn out years of wasted potential. Soon both man and demon are tumbling through open air, in wait of the ground that meets them.

“To know the love in my heart, to feel its shadow… I can’t stand it. I don’t want to subject anyone else to that either. That’s why I want to be forgotten. So we can all once again live in the present.”

Alcor breathes out, and takes his hand.

---

There’s a woman in the kitchen when they arrive. She looks up at the sound of shoes on carpet, and momentary surprise is replaced by a warm smile.

“Welcome back, sweetheart,” she says. The man does not answer.

There’s a protracted silence, in which stares battle for prominence over ignorance. Alcor looks around. He sees eggs in a frying pan and bread in the toaster. He sees shoes by the entry, one pair two pair three. He sees photos hung on the wall with care, later tilted by the settling of time.

“You’re not dead,” he says, although it is already obvious.

The man, his summoner, leaves the room without a word.

“I’m not,” the woman says. “I’m sorry, Alcor. I’ve been expecting you. He told me you’d be coming.”

“He did?” Alcor scans the home between blinks. It’s well lived in. A living room room with bowling trophies on the mantle and pillows on the sofa with cross stitched designs on them. A library full of books, some of which he’d never seen before, almost all of which have traces of human skin on the pages, and words digested by thought. A bedroom with a queen sized bed, two fully stocked closets, a drawer full of love letters, a bathroom full of stains.

One more bedroom, one with a twin sized bed never slept in, an empty closet, and brightly coloured paint peeling from the walls. Alcor begins to piece together what happened here.

“He isn’t really aware of me,” the woman explains, when they’re both seated, cups of tea in hand. “We talk all the time, but he doesn’t hear me. We live side by side but to him he’s alone. I hear how he misses me. I miss him too.”

“He told me he’d rather be forgotten,” Alcor says. “That’s what he said. I wasn’t expecting it. It’s ironic.”

She leans back in her chair, and closes her eyes for a moment. “I’d heard him… talking about it. I can’t pretend it didn’t sting. But then I realized that he wasn’t trying to cut me out of his life. He was telling me he loves me, in the only way he can, now.”

“How… so?” He knows the answer, but he needs to hear her say it.

“After it happened, I struggled to stay in one piece. It was so overwhelming. Every day, the littlest things made me feel like someone was prying me open. I wanted to forget. If he’d never been in my life, then there’d be nothing to have lost. And when I thought about it, I realized that it hurt just as much to think about the loss he was experiencing, of me.”

Alcor understands, and he puts his teacup down. “I felt that way too. When you grieve, everyone grieves with you. It feels kinder to snuff it out.”

His hand is trembling. The woman takes it, and holds it steady against the table. Long blackened claws spill over wrinkled and liver-spotted flesh. They fumble, then ease into the melody.

“Tis better to have loved,” she says, softly. “That’s what they say.”

They sit there like that, and the Sun begins to set. It's not fair, how right she is. It's not fair because that this had to happen or that she had to say that stuff, because he'd been trying for a long time not to think about it. A part of him wonders if he could've gone two, three, maybe even four hundred more years without having to accept it. Even as he thinks that, he's frustratingly aware that it's something that gets harder the longer you pretend it isn't real.

Alcor drinks the rest of his tea -- it’s cold, but it’s better than nothing.

“Thank you for not taking his soul,” she says, when they get up from the table. “I did my research on you. I figured I at least had a chance. It’s selfish, but I want to keep it, here with me.”

He knows. It’s been a long time, but he knows. He could’ve taken that man’s truth straight from his chest -- chomped down and let it shatter. The rush he could’ve had, that blinding, temporary rush when reducing person to object and pulling it apart stitch-by-stich. It’s harder, what he’s done. He feels like he’s going to be sick.

“I don’t want you to have to leave empty handed,” she continues, perhaps noticing the rolling twister about to erupt from the monster’s maw. “Please, take this.”

He looks at her, trying to hold back tears that can’t be explained, fighting with himself to keep that box closed because once that grief is acknowledged, there’s no way back. There’s no escaping it. It becomes real, it becomes heavy, and only then can you heal.

He looks at her, and in her hand there is an apple.

---

Alcor appears, unbidden, in someone’s home. This one is much smaller, much quieter. Very little love has graced its walls. It’s the kind of house you walk past and feel a slight chill from. It’s the kind of place you avoid on instinct.

There’s a young man, sitting at his desk. He’s fiddling with something -- a glue stick. Open in front of him is a large scrapbook, covered in construction paper and glitter and drawings. To his side is a stack of newspapers, a clipping from which the young man is trying to wrangle.

Alcor’s name appears three times in the print, not that anyone would know it. It’s so worn out -- the name, that is, not the paper to which it’s bound -- that you’d really have to be looking for it to be able to find it. And maybe that’s no way to live. Maybe it hurts to miss what you could’ve had, but maybe it hurts more to forget.

“Hi Mizar,” Alcor says, and the young man jumps, not having realized he had company.

“Wh- what’s going on?” he stammers, backing against the wall, and even though he’s scared, his voice and his gait are so familiar, so comforting. Alcor takes that comfort. It’s better than nothing. “Who are you?”

Alcor smiles, and every lightbulb in the house explodes together. “I’m your brother.”

(AO3 link)

[jjungkookislife]

Envuélveme

pairing: contigo!hoseok x f. hispanic reader

genre: established relationship, Christmas au, smut [18+]

summary: Hoseok shows you just how talented he is with his hands

wc: 835

warnings: bondage with ribbon, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), mentions of unprotected sex, creampie, spanking

date: January 4, 2024

prompt 23: "I cannot wrap gifts for the life of me."

Frustration fills your body as you pause the video on your phone. You've been battling the Christmas gift on your bed for the last fifteen minutes, growing more and more agitated as your failures pile up and you start giving up.

Hoseok watches from the other end of the bed, one hand under his head and the other on his phone, scrolling through TikToks. He looks gorgeous shirtless with his Christmas pajama pants (little candy canes and snoopy littering the fabric) and his long hair fluffy and a little curly at the ends.

"Need help, mi amor?" he asks gently, setting his phone on the nightstand.

"No," you huff, trying to undo the knot on the ribbon you were holding with disdain. "Yo puedo."

Hoseok nods, watching you try again only to sigh heavily and give up. You push the present to the side, grabbing the red ribbon in your hands and glaring at it.

"Why did I think ribbon tying would be easy? My bows are crooked or they unravel faster than I can blink. I cannot wrap gifts for the life of me. Hoseok!" you whine and he chuckles as he scoots closer to you. He takes the ribbon from your hands.

"Acuestate, por favor," Hoseok instructs, and you lay down as you're told.

Curiously, you look up at him, and he grins. He leans over you, his lips pressing kisses to yours. His hand cups your face, the kiss growing deeper as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips. Moaning softly, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close until he's settled between your thighs. Your nightgown bunches up at your hips and Hoseok grabs your thighs in his hands. He curses when he grabs your panties, tugging them down your legs and your arousal is evident.

Smiling, you meet his gaze, sitting up just enough to remove your nightgown and toss it over the side of the bed. Hoseok sits back on his heels, grabbing the ribbon and cutting it at a length he deems appropriate. He pulls the scissors closer, within reach should he need to cut you loose.

Your heart quickens with excitement, biting back a moan when he asks if you'd like to be tied up.

"Yes, please," you plead and he chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose before he takes your wrists over your head and easily binds them together. He makes sure to tie the ends in a great big bow and you roll your eyes.

"You're just showing off now," you bite and he laughs.

"I've been wrapping gifts for ages, baby. I offered to help," he reminds you and you scoff. He did.

Hoseok smirks as he takes you in. Tied and up and dripping wet for him. He could devour you in one bite. He could wrap the ribbon around your legs and call you his gift.

The possibilities are endless.

Hoseok kisses your lips, his hands roaming your body slowly, kissing his way down to your neck, between your breasts until he's between your thighs.

"Fuck," you curse when his tongue meets your wet folds, body trembling as he dives in again. You want to card your fingers through his hair, fuck his face and make him groan your name, but your wrists are over your head, bound and useless.

Hoseok's dark gaze meets yours, licking his lips before he sucks on your clit. He swirls his tongue, his fingers pushing into you, and you arch off the bed. Hoseok thinks you look beautiful, so pretty all tied for him, at his mercy. He wants to grant you every pleasure.

Your body heats, hips wiggling and thighs quivering as he holds one and places it over his shoulder. Hoseok curls his fingers, adding a third as you moan his name.

You're so close already, Hoseok knows all the right places to touch, and you wish you could grip the sheets or his hair. You want Hoseok desperately, want him to fill you full of his cock and stuff you full of cum. Want him to tie your hands behind your back, using them as leverage as he fucks into you deeply, smacking your ass and fucking you full.

"Hoseok, please," your voice is airy, moans spilling freely as he sucks your clit and you cry out for him one more time before falling apart.

Hoseok chuckles as he rises, licking his lips. "Good?"

"So good," you answer breathlessly.

Hoseok grips the scissors, cutting the ribbon loose and releasing your wrists. He brings them to his lips, kissing each indention delicately and rubbing your skin softly. He'll make sure to rub some lotion on your wrists in a bit, but first, he holds you in his arms, kissing your shoulder as he rests his forehead on your back.

"You did so well, my love," he whispers.

You smile, melting into him as he kisses his way up your neck, turning your head to kiss your lips.

"Te amo."

original

[kirimoochi]

1 — CHILDHOOD MEMORIES.

₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; getting over breakups is difficult. after your partner leaves you, you find comfort in your friends. when you least expected it, your childhood friend kazuha pulls you from the darkness.

⤷genres; modern college au, romance, and angst with comfort.

⤷masterlist; here.

A blond boy stares out at the playground with a pout. Still dressed in his childish formal clothes which consisted of a neat dress shirt and ocean-blue shorts, he watches in envy as the other children play tag. Had his parents not gone to a business meeting, he could have worn his bright red sneakers. Instead, he’s wearing uncomfortable shoes that scratch the back of his ankles. He wishes he can take them off and throw them into the nearest pond but he knows better than that. 

So he sits alone on the swings, unable to push himself forward and back. His legs were too short to touch the ground. He puffs out his cheeks in annoyance. He’s upset that he isn’t as tall as his other friend Tomo, who has already grown to the height where he can ride Goofy’s Flight School alone at Disneyland. Granted, the boy might have been older by two years yet that doesn’t stop him from feeling jealous. The blond can only hope that by the end of the week, he can grow a few more inches that will let him ride alone. 

“Don’t you know you need two people for a swingset?” A voice called out. They were high-pitched and squeaky. For a moment, he contemplated ignoring them. It might have just been some mouse talking from his deepest imagination. “Why are you here alone? Where are your friends?” 

He looks up to see you. A child not much older or taller. You had your hands on your hips, an expression of curiosity and disapproval painted across your face. He notes the way your clothes are simple. Shorts and what looks to be a comfy t-shirt with Snoopy blowing a heart-shaped bubble at the front. His so-called royal bloodline might have scoffed at what you were wearing today. But who cares about his bloodline? He certainly doesn’t. So he sulks when he stares at your white sneakers adorning your feet. How he would kill just to wear his regular shoes. 

“I just moved here. My mom and dad are talking to some strangers,” he answers. He wishes they could be here with him right now. They could have been the ones pushing him on the swings. Could have given him better shoes to wear so he could play with the other kids. Rather, one pipsqueak showed up and thought of themselves as clever.

“Oh, so you have no friends?” 

Did your parents ever teach you manners? He huffs to himself. What a rude comment. Of course, he has friends! He has Tomo! The boy who lives half a block away from him. The one that is somehow too busy fighting other kids with wooden toy swords. The weird one that always wears a purple scarf no matter how hot the summer days are. 

“No, I have friends.” The boy snaps, “He’s just not here today.” 

“Still alone?” 

“No!” 

You laugh, clutching onto your stomach as if you’ve heard the funniest thing in the world. He only grits his teeth and rolls his eyes at you. Sure, he was alone. However, he would rather drink pool water than admit that he was out here by himself. He wasn’t alone! You were alone! You and your stupid Snoopy t-shirt and cool white sneakers, you don’t even have anyone next to you! Heck, he hasn’t even seen you around this part of town! If anything, you’re the lonely one!

“What is your name?” You ask, tilting your head to the side as you smile. This time, he notices how genuine it feels. Your lips don’t curve too high like older adults. They aren’t too low either to signify forcefulness. It seemed rather natural, to say the least. 

“Kaedehara Kazuha, but you can just call me Kazuha.” You drop your arms to the side and reach out to him, gesturing a handshake. He eyes it for a moment, seeing small bits of dirt cake the edges of your fingers. With another roll of his eyes, he decides to ignore it. 

As the two of you shake hands, you giggle. “That’s too long of a name.” 

Was his name that long for you? Sure, it might have been a mouthful for Tomo to pronounce but at least he got it right after the first sixteen tries. His father always told him that his name was sacred and that it was something he should feel proud of. Though, could he feel proud when some of his classmates can’t even pronounce it? They always mess up the last few syllables or end up just saying ‘hey you.’ 

He resists the urge to sigh. Sometimes he wishes he had an easier name. Maybe something simpler.

“Are you too lazy to say my name properly?”

Truthfully speaking, it wasn’t that hard to pronounce. You just wanted to mess with him because it seemed fun to toy with what might just be a rich kid on the block. You’ve had harder names to pronounce, like that boy Kunikuzushi, or his annoying sidekick Childe, otherwise known as Tartaglia or even Ajax. 

Kaedehara Kazuha didn’t seem too different. You point at him with a cheeky look, dismissing his look of displeasure, “I’ll just call you Kazu. It’s funny.”

“How is that funny?” 

“It’s like that instrument. The one that makes a honking noise.”

“A…kazoo?” He tries to stifle a laugh. Really? Did you want to name him after some stupid instrument that made the most obnoxious of noises? You were truly an interesting character.

“Yeah! Whatever that is!” 

But he liked it. It was simple. Easy to remember and say. 

[supersunshine10]

Something Interesting About Snoopy

I've been thinking about Snoopy, and I’ve thought about something interesting about him.

In the first year or two of the Peanuts comic strip, Snoopy was actually a fairly normal dog at first. But around 1954 onward his character changed to him performing fantasies and not wanting to just be a normal dog, albeit they started off as Snoopy pretending to be other animals or other people only, until later evolving into more crazy ones like pretending to be a WW1 Flying Ace, Joe Cool, FlashBeagle, etc.

But what’s really interesting in some of these 50s strips, is that there are multiple strips I’ve seen that show Snoopy actually hating to be a dog.

Even though later on Snoopy can be proud to be a dog, there are actually multiple strips where he used to be really sad/self-loathing of being a dog and even wishes he wasn’t one (There was even one where he thought “If I was a human being I wouldn’t even own a dog!”).

Now think about how later on the strip reveals that Snoopy used to have a previous owner named Lila. Lila and Snoopy really loved each other, he was so heartbroken when she had to leave. It was too much for him to see Lila again when she came to visit, he raced as fast as he could to the hospital to see her, and he burst to tears in Snoopy Come Home.

But if you think about it, when Snoopy was with Lila, he acted completely like a normal dog with her? Aside from playing instruments in a band as a puppy, when he was with Lila he acted completely like a normal dog, even happily playing normal dog games such as playing fetch (While Snoopy later on almost always refuses to play fetch with anyone).

In fact Snoopy only started to refuse to do things like a normal dog like doing dog commands incorrectly, walking on two feet all the time, sleeping on top of his doghouse instead of in it, etc., was right after CB adopted him.

And I know it was different in the strip, but in the the special Snoopy’s Reunion it was stated that Lila had to give up Snoopy back to the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm because no dogs were allowed in her apartment.

It’s possible that Snoopy was so heart broken being left by Lila, along with other things (Other strips show Snoopy struggling/hating the fact that he had to be separated from his family in the first place, getting kicked out of places that have no dogs allowed too, and more stuff like that), so he could have internalized hating to be just a dog, and so that's how he started to become the dog that refuse to be an ordinary beagle we all know and love.

[rosaj1890]

AUTUMN DIARIES

Today is the 6th of september . Onam in my state . I am in UK.. alone .. I feel alone and very very bad .. i never thought that i would be alone in UK failing the same exam twice . Ignoring my stupid cousins who have no intention of helping me .. like its just sad whats happening around me .. I have to face a lot of demons alone .. ALONE ..I have always had this idea that i would never be alone after marriage atleast thats what i saw around me . but in my case im just laone all the time.. I was feeling like trash for a long time after failing this exam ..this feeling just worsened.. I am with my friends all the time.. they were with me all the time gave me a lot of confidence but now everything is shattered . I just couldnt do it to be honest .. I thought that every single time i faced shit .. I was alone evn while my dad had an attack.. I was alone .. I never had anyone to rely on.. emotionally you know..

I dont love my husband anymore.. I stopped loving him when my dad got sick. I'm sad .

But im glad to have met wonderfull people on the way .. Aleena babee aunty lilly aunty,, These people make me feel good here . I had no idea that i would have to face all these struggles but the good thing about being alone is that atleast you are not with the wrong people now.. like if i was with the wrong crowd.. it would have been so bad for me .. like so bad ... My life owuld have been so easy

I know i feel lonely .. terribly lonely sometimes.. but its better than being stuck with the wrong crowd

I can always give up on this journey .. but then why should i continue in this lonely road .. why .. for my parent s? for my husband? for bro?

what is my motivation to stay here why did i not want to go back.. because the last tme i left for india i felt a weight on my chest... When i came to UK i felt really sad .. but now i mean i dont want to go back as a failure.. i want to be a success.. I want to stay here,,Why because this place is better for me. I think I can ive the life I deserve here . I yearned to come back here . I wish someone was here with me .. a friend .. someone who says you've got this im here with you nnoke

But atleast now Im not with the wrong people..Imagine being around my snoopy aunts and rude uncle.. it would have been a mess..

I think people dont treat me with respect because idont treat myself that way,, The way you carry yourself is important allae .. I didnt know that . I should be more in love with myself now ..ht

So what if im lonely .. I mean imagine being around the wrong people.. thats what happened the first PLAB exam.. the second one.. Ihad to do a lot of things by MYSELF.. I was alone all the time.. And this is my third attemot surely my parents's pockets are fried now ,.. but lets be honest i need time because im doing a lot by myslef and im also healing myself .. taking care of myslef.. cooking for myself ...cleaning the dishes in a stuoidass kitchen with a bunch of dumbhigh babies.. I think i have to be more sure of myself.. So what if im alone.. its good only noe.. I dont have to deal with my mom and dad's constant bickering... I dont have to deal with my husband's selfish deeds .. I don't have to pretend to be someone else that im not.. Like im good.. Im good.. My life right now is good.. The worst is truly over .

[suckitsurveys]

Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? I own Grace Helbig’s first book and Hannah Hart’s Drunk Kitchen cookbook and I think that’s it.

Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? Milk.

Have you ever left a note in a library book? No.

What time of day do you prefer to wash your hair? Evening with enough time for my hair to properly dry.

Has anyone ever spread lies about you? Uh huh.

Have you ever taken a photograph with a celebrity? If so, did it turn out the way you wanted, or do you wish you could retake it? I have and they were okay.

If you could move out of your home country permanently, would you? If so, where would you go? Nah. I hate this country but ultimately it is my home and the people I love are here and I’m not uprooting my life

Do you think that after we die our spirit is still alive? I like to think it is.

Have you ever felt like you were someone’s rebound? Uh huh.

Did you have a lot of role models as a kid? I wouldn’t way a lot, no.

Do you feel like anyone looks up to you? Why or why not? My nieces.

Who is the nicest person you know? My husband.

Do you feel safe in your country? I mean, sure, but also, no?

Do you know anyone who has been struck by lightning before? No.

Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Snoopy!

Do you like marshmallows? Yes.

Have you ever fostered an animal? No, I’d never be able to let it go.

Have you ever thrown up from cramps? No.

Would you ever start a vlog? No.

What are your favorite spicy foods? I love putting Sriracha on stuff, and I also love spicy sushi rolls.

Did you feel insecure in high school? Of course I did.

What was your favorite class in high school? Art.

If you’re female, would you feel uncomfortable having a male gynecologist? Sure.

What gives you nightmares? I don’t know what causes them.

Were you ever hospitalized as a child? As a baby.

Did you get senior pictures taken? Yeah.

Would you rather wear ivory or white on your wedding day? What color will your bridesmaids wear? I wore blue and i didn’t have bridesmaids.

Do you think babies are cute? Some are, sure.

Have you ever moved to another state? No.

Can you say the alphabet backwards? Yes.

If you were to make videos on YouTube, what would they be of? I wouldn’t.

Posting pictures of yourself in a bathing suit on the internet - ok or not? Of course it’s okay.

If you’re in a bad mood, would you rather be with friends or alone? Depends.

What’s the last thing you took a picture of? My cat being cute.

Are you good at remembering birthdays? Yes.

Do you listen to podcasts? Yes, I listen to them mostly at the gym. Right now Smartless, Office Ladies, Conan O’Brien Needs a Friend, WikiHole, and The Lonely Island podcast are in my rotation currently.

Would you rather watch a movie in a theater or at home? Depends, I enjoy both.

Who’s the messiest person you know? My sister and her kids.

Are you close with any of your exes? Nope.

What’s your favorite type of cheese? Goat, bleu, sharp cheddar.

Can you read sheet music? Nope.

Have you ever lived in a mobile home? No but my family owns one in Tennessee that we haven’t stayed in in years.

How many times in the past week have you eaten fast food? Once.

Do you prefer carbonated or uncarbonated drinks? I like both.

Favorite thing that you can see up in the sky? Stars.

Friend asks you to hide drugs, booze etc for them, do you do it? I don’t see why they would need to hide anything.

If someone gave you a kitten, would you keep it? Yes.

Favorite type of cracker: Cheez-its.

Animal you like to watch but sort of creeps you out: I don’t know.

Bagels or English muffins? Bagels, but I have been on an English muffin kick lately.

Who is a family member you look forward to seeing on a holiday? My cousins.

Do you do anything to recognize St Patrick’s Day? No.

Who mows the lawn at your house? Mark.

Where do you keep your phone at night? On my bedside table.

Best Happy Meal toy you ever got: I LOVED the ones where if you collected them all it made one whole toy.

Do you like the color yellow at all? I do.

Who sings the last song you listened to? Chappell Roan.

Have you ever watched South Park? Who’s your favorite character? I was never really into it.

What member of your family are you most similar to? In which ways? I don’t know.

If you could have any animal as a pet, what would you have? A bat.

Do you ever shop at Aldi? Do you even have one nearby? I don’t really shop there. There are a few close by.

Do you enjoy rhododendrons? Yes.

Have you ever met someone who supports Nazism? Yup.

If you’ve ever been to another country, what was the best thing you did there? I was a teeny tiny baby when my family went to Canada.

What’s the worst sickness you’ve ever had? Strep all the time as a kid.

Is your favorite animal something you can have as a pet? Cats are one of my favorite animals.

Are you good at gardening? Yes..

Do you own any pet fish? What kind of fish are they? No.

When was the last time you took your pet to the vet? What was wrong with it? We took one kitty in for a UTI a few months ago.

Have you ever known someone who was in an abusive relationship? Yup. My sister currently is but she doesn’t wanna see it.

[behindbrowneyezz]

Im going to write to you like i never have before. Even though ive wrote you a hundred times but have never sent anything because i know how little you care. I just cant imagine being heartless in the way that you are. IM sorry that i didnt grow up into the adult you wanted me to be. Its weird right. As a little girl i truly thought I was going to work hard to make you proud. BUt after my senior year i did realize that i had to take a leap and trust my gut to have my own journey... I think youre probably disappointed in me. YOuve made it very clear that my emotions and feelings towards ANYTHING is 'just drama'....But im here to tell you that youre wrong. Im valid in the fuckin way you make me feel, im vaild in the way you all made me feel. I fucking hate you all still for going behind my back and taking MY gift so dominantly. I wont lie about that. I still have so much anger about you all and i think you all fucking suck for that. Id say that to any of your faces if you asked. Thats what is so wild to me. Its wild to me that there is adults like you that can trash their children so easily. The fact that you threw all my shit into garbage bags. Left. && I can count on one fucking had how many times ive seen you since 2011......i mean. what trash. Maybe you have such anger because you're still so triggered over Andrea. Its funny that you expect ME to just 'get over' everything but here you are.......pushing 50 and STILL SO TRIGGERED OVER YOUR HIGH SCHOOL DEAD BEAT BABY MOMMA. I bet you do hate me. Maybe even more then you hate her. Im proud to be like her. I know that makes you sick to your stomach to hear but its true. All my childhood, i hated her. But by how you treat ME, i bet you tossed her to the side too. Women hold nothing to you.Lets face it. YOull probably lose Katie too. So i hope youre saving your money for that day. I wish i could hate you, i dont. I just feel sorry for you. What a disgusting heart you have. What a miserable person you must truly be on the inside. Its even funnier that i really believed Katie when she told me you would cry over isaac. You deserve each other, ill give you that (Hahahahaa, by th way katie told me how she's even tried meth before. Don't think i dont know how you CHEATED on her as well, you coward) See hers the thing. Youre weak. I think you must of always been. Stupid me thought you were a man of honor. Youre not. YOure still that little loser that chose a drug addict to have not 1 but 3!!!! kids!!! Imagine. Imagine if any of us were like you. You wouldn't be here for us. You would just let us all suffer, worse than you do now. I dont like you. I should of never looked up to you....i literally hope out of all the BORED SNOOPYING you do...you find this. Youre still a coward. You lie about who you are. You dont love your own kids. && YOU suck the life out of every person you are around. There. I said it.

not your abandoned daughter, just ANDREAS FIRST BORN <3

[jdlopes777-blog]

I had never met someone before who would make me the way you made me feel , loved , wanted , flooded me with affection , flawed but fun , I was the same , young and full of life , we were the same , personalities , the same soul , I don’t believe in soulmates , that is stupid. But we were awesome together when everything was fun and all fun and games and laughing but I quickly found out your expectations of me were a bit on the unrealistic side , you wanted to have fun and fun , travel and travel and go out places , dress up clubs and fancy restaurants , trips any where , but you caught me at a point in my life where I was trying to figure it out. Later I find out you are the same as me , stuck between two worlds. Two people , I was in love with you but I fell into a category of being unequally yoked.

The other works was boring , it wasn’t fun. And I lost interest because of my lack of commitment and not having the right mindset or not was I in any shape or position to be in any relationship. How could I have been in a relationship just because I was just used to being with that person. You would tell me that u was with someone due to COSTUMBRE , is the way they say in spanish.

What a terrible way to live life. I am disappointed Ted in myself for not being able to live alone. I’m am disappointed that I would not be able to live alone and be alone because I know now to be alone on this earth carnally is to be close and very close to God. I wish I could go back and to my 22nd birthday , where there was a girl for me in the church but I simply was not operating according g tot he rules and regulations. I was fatherless and motherless , no parent figures.

But back to the subject this is why I got attracted to someone like you because my dysfunctional times 10 - life was just like yours too , dysfunctional and we found fun , lust , and belligerence , and NOT GOD plan , rebellious , pretentious. TUNNEL VISION.

So now here I am wondering about what you could be doing and hoping you are okay. I am not mad , I am not hurt anymore. You lied and so did I. Your intentions were to hurt but you had a right to be hurt and not wanting to play the same wicked game , like the song I wrote said , “it’s too late to come back for it another day” there no rikindling cuz i my heart is all I have and music is all I had , the faith and the belief that I could produce something that could have made it big time.

ONCE AGAIN ! Not GODs plan for me , he has something much better and much greater , that HE is trying to keep me from destroying myself , and you truly were a destructive anomaly in my life. Despite the fun good time we had , the negatives surely outperform the positive. I got fired from a job that I was okay in for the moment. But the good thing is that God had a plan to transition me from a destructive environment to a healthier one. Now I’m here today with how you are and how you are feeling.

Last time you emailed me , you said you were ok and that you were hanging in there , but not doing so well at all emotionally. I could relate , what a terrible thing to be in love with someone you can’t be with. I’m such a tough person to deal with and so are you. Oh well typing this out has helped me realize that there’s nothing wrong with me hoping you are okay and happy. I don’t represent a great memory in your life nor do you for me. But the chaos was fun and it sometimes draws me to wonder , what would it have been if I knew how to be alone and dated you instead of being with you.

I should have made you work harder for it but I was weak and unstable in all my ways but hey it was a learning experience for both. I think for you , it was quite the learning experience because you were given an OVERDOSE of your own medicine , have a guy like me just let you go from one hour to the next. Dropped you faster than a meteorite falling from the sky at the speed of light. Dumped like last Sunday newspaper. I had to let you go because you were still snooping g around behind my back with former men. Then I definitely realized you belonged to the streets.

But hey it’s okay so did I , I was a young kid who has no parent figures guide me into better situations. I guess I was just trying to get by and figure things out. I’m still en route to a plan I have no idea for , and I can come back one day and say it was for the better. Don’t act like you don’t think about me like I think about you every now and then. For you to say no , it would be a lie , there’s nothing wrong with wondering how we are both doing , but we both are afraid of what it would be like or feel like if ever the opportunity came about.

I’m sure we would be triggered to be angry about things here and there and a lot of whys and how things could have been. The Analysis would be extensive. You might even walk away again and say what the heck am I doing here ? Why ? How ? We both are doing well apart from each other and we now are two really different people. Who have grown far apart , just as the same situation I live with. I have grow apart from everything and being alone hasn’t ever sounded so go and great. To live alone and be free from commitments with people who don’t care about what I care.

At the end of the day I loved the way how you kept your self in uppity and about spirits and you went out of your way to look great always for me or whoever it was your self. You smelled and tasted great. You looked great , MUJER SIMPÁTICA , pero INFIEL , como yo. Los dos iguales pero incapaz de co existir. Tu pelo , tus vestidos , te gustaba vestirte bien siempre. Eras divertida , pero eso era todo , solo para una noche o temporada , no me demostrabas algo para siempre. Pero talbez yo igualmente no te merecía igual talbez yo no te merecía a ti. Not Gods plan.

I pray today you have Christ in your life , and that you are a different person , we both just want ti be loved and be in love and want to be happy , but I see that we are both not. Until the next rant . Know I love you no matter what , even though you don’t , but you were cool for what it lasted. I deserve to be ALONE , I don’t deserve the women that have been in my life and are in my life. But at this point it’s their problem not mine if they want to leave me I’m

Okay with that ……it would probably be for the better. I have nothing more to lose and the world 🌎 to gain. I want ti be free , the right way.

[flippantthoughts]

The last time I came home.

I leave the front door open and let the light pour in the storm door, let it reach all the way through my shotgun house to the kitchen. I do this on Saturday mornings, first thing, and don’t lock everything back up until the sun sets. My house sits on a corner. I watch the neighbors stroll past with their strollers and leashes, and I guess they probably watch me, too.

There wasn’t a storm door in the house when I bought it, but there is now. I put it in out of nostalgia more than exhibitionism.

Because on any given Saturday, maybe this one, as summer gives way to fall, I expect I’ll glance down that long hallway and see a different corner lot view. Same storm door, now covered in dollar store window clings of Peanuts characters in Halloween costumes, of little bed-sheet ghosts peeking out from where the glass meets the door frame. Leaves pile in inviting mounds in the yard. The rake is balanced delicately against a tree I never managed to climb, though I tried and tried. Balanced there as if he will be right back.

The sun shrinks back earlier and earlier now. She used to leave the porch light on for me, then, bathing the little plastic skeletons hanging in the gardenia bushes in orange light. They used to leave the front door open until we were all “in for the night.” I could look up from laying in a leaf pile or jumping off the culvert or flipping garden pavers over and see right down that front hallway to the back of their home.

I don’t decorate. I say it’s because “you don’t decorate a dirty house” - she said that, actually - and I hate deep cleaning. Plus, all the glass cleaner in the world can’t get every single spot out of my storm door. I cleaned the other door - her door - before every holiday for years and years. I think they changed the active ingredients in Windex. It’s the only explanation for the lingering spots.

I leave the front door open every Saturday, but I don’t put up any window clings featuring Snoopy in a carved pumpkin. I don’t own a rake. The tree in my new-build’s front yard is barely taller than me, so there’s no point. I don’t mind all that - I like my corner view and its potential, the promise of more autumns.

But I can’t tell you what my kitchen looks like from my front curb looking in. I leave the light on, but it’s an LED, not a halogen bulb. I’m always the one locking up for the night, now. I just wish I had known when the last time was going to be the last time that I’d look up from the leaves, see that orange beacon, and know someone was waiting for me to come home.

[jjungkookislife]

hobi #23 please

Envuélveme

pairing: contigo!hoseok x f. hispanic reader

tw: bondage with ribbon, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), mentions of unprotected sex, creampie, spanking

prompt 23: "I cannot wrap gifts for the life of me."

Frustration fills your body as you pause the video on your phone. You've been battling the Christmas gift on your bed for the last fifteen minutes, growing more and more agitated as your failures pile up and you start giving up.

Hoseok watches from the other end of the bed, one hand under his head and the other on his phone, scrolling through TikToks. He looks gorgeous shirtless with his Christmas pajama pants (little candy canes and snoopy littering the fabric) and his long hair fluffy and a little curly at the ends.

"Need help, mi amor?" he asks gently, setting his phone on the nightstand.

"No," you huff, trying to undo the knot on the ribbon you were holding with disdain. "Yo puedo."

Hoseok nods, watching you try again only to sigh heavily and give up. You push the present to the side, grabbing the red ribbon in your hands and glaring at it.

"Why did I think ribbon tying would be easy? My bows are crooked or they unravel faster than I can blink. Hoseok!" you whine and he chuckles as he scoots closer to you. He takes the ribbon from your hands.

"Acuestate, por favor," Hoseok instructs, and you lay down as you're told.

Curiously, you look up at him, and he grins. He leans over you, his lips pressing kisses to yours. His hand cups your face, the kiss growing deeper as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips. Moaning softly, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close until he's settled between your thighs. Your nightgown bunches up at your hips and Hoseok grabs your thighs in his hands. He curses when he grabs your panties, tugging them down your legs and your arousal is evident.

Smiling, you meet his gaze, sitting up just enough to remove your nightgown and toss it over the side of the bed. Hoseok sits back on his heels, grabbing the ribbon and cutting it at a length he deems appropriate. He pulls the scissors closer, within reach should he need to cut you loose.

Your heart quickens with excitement, biting back a moan when he asks if you'd like to be tied up.

"Yes, please," you plead and he chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose before he takes your wrists over your head and easily binds them together. He makes sure to tie the ends in a great big bow and you roll your eyes.

"You're just showing off now," you bite and he laughs.

"I've been wrapping gifts for ages, baby. I offered to help," he reminds you and you scoff. He did.

Hoseok smirks as he takes you in. Tied and up and dripping wet for him. He could devour you in one bite. He could wrap the ribbon around your legs and call you his gift.

The possibilities are endless.

Hoseok kisses your lips, his hands roaming your body slowly, kissing his way down to your neck, between your breasts until he's between your thighs.

"Fuck," you curse when his tongue meets your wet folds, body trembling as he dives in again. You want to card your fingers through his hair, fuck his face and make him groan your name, but your wrists are over your head, bound and useless.

Hoseok's dark gaze meets yours, licking his lips before he sucks on your clit. He swirls his tongue, his fingers pushing into you, and you arch off the bed. Hoseok thinks you look beautiful, so pretty all tied for him, at his mercy. He wants to grant you every pleasure.

Your body heats, hips wiggling and thighs quivering as he holds one and places it over his shoulder. Hoseok curls his fingers, adding a third as you moan his name.

You're so close already, Hoseok knows all the right places to touch, and you wish you could grip the sheets or his hair. You want Hoseok desperately, want him to fill you full of his cock and stuff you full of cum. Want him to tie your hands behind your back, using them as leverage as he fucks into you deeply, smacking your ass and fucking you full.

"Hoseok, please," your voice is airy, moans spilling freely as he sucks your clit and you cry out for him one more time before falling apart.

Hoseok chuckles as he rises, licking his lips. "Good?"

"So good," you answer breathlessly.

Hoseok grips the scissors, cutting the ribbon loose and releasing your wrists. He brings them to his lips, kissing each indention delicately and rubbing your skin softly. He'll make sure to rub some lotion on your wrists in a bit, but first, he holds you in his arms, kissing your shoulder as he rests his forehead on your back.

"You did so well, my love," he whispers.

You smile, melting into him as he kisses his way up your neck, turning your head to kiss your lips.

"Te amo."

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[rere-the-writer]

Aaah ok Ive had this in my mind for a bit but can you do Klaus x reader where he rejects the reader and then gets with Caroline (no hate to her she just fits the story) so she leaves for a bit and Klaus realizes he misses the reader (u can pick the ending either angsty or fluffy) XD

Hey who asked for some angst

Warnings- Angst like alot nothing but angst,

A/N: Normally I love Caroline and Klaus together but I just wanted to do some angsty angst

You smooth out the dress you bought for the Mikaelson ball after being invited by both Elijah and Rebekah as they liked you a bit better than your sister Caroline. You had became close friends with Elijah and Rebekah as both were protective of you so when you told them you had feelings for Klaus they were surprised but supportive.

"Tonight is the night." You muttered to yourself looking a mirror seeing the dress you wore. It was a lovely navy that was strapless and how the dress hugged your curves perfectly as Rebekah always told that it only took a the perfect dress to feel like a princess and she was right.

You got to the ball seeing that Elena was here with Damon and Stefan which didn't surprise you. Elijah was by your side in a flash kissing your hand glaring at men that stared too long at you.

"Hi Eli. This is alot of people."

"Yes it seems Niklaus went overboard." Elijah says rubbing your back sensing your nervousness. With encouragement and a few drinks both Rebekah and Elijah sent you to confess to Klaus.

"Hey Klaus.....can we talk?"

"Yes, what is it love?" Klaus asked after leading you to his art studio and you took a deep breath. Your heart was beating loudly as your hands trembled ready to tell Klaus how much you loved him, how all you think was him.

"Klaus....I.....I am whole heartily in love with you. I find myself wondering how I could fall for you only to love you more and I really hope you feel the same."

You breath ready for a kiss or him feeling the same maybe rejection but you weren't ready for him to laugh. Klaus looked at you as you flushed with embarrassment.

"No offense love but you are just one of Rebekah's little friends, Elijah's little human. A thing to pass the time. I don't love you." Klaus tells you as hot tears fell down your face as Klaus watched you seemly unbothered by your tears.

Klaus thought you were just around because you were with Elijah but having you confess your feelings for him. Klaus wasn't going to be with you as he adored Caroline after all Elijah could just pick up the pieces of your heart like the older Original had always done when a girl confessed to the hybrid.

"I don't want my brothers sloppy seconds." Klaus says as the words hit you right in the heart as you turned around picking up your dress running out.

"Darling?" Elijah questioned seeing you leaving the ball tears in your eyes your face red with embarrassment.

"Thanks for the invite....I'll be leaving call you later." You said voice raw with emotion as an unreadable look fell on Elijah's face as he let you leave. Elijah looked seeing Klaus with Caroline who was giggling at his jokes enjoying herself.

Elijah marched over looking like a man on a mission grabbing Klaus and dragging him off to talk not caring that Caroline was calling out for him to stop.

"What is wrong with you!' Elijah growled glaring at Klaus as he threw his younger brother in a chair as both Rebekah and Kol entered the room wondering what was wrong.

"Talking to Caroline is wrong now?"

"No but tell me why, Y/N had left crying?" Elijah said as Rebekah glared at Klaus while the hybrid roll his eyes at Elijah's dramatics.

"It this what you are angry about? If she couldn't handle my rejection then she shouldn't have confessed to me."

"So you decide to break her heart?! Niklaus can be you be any more cruel?!" Elijah said glaring angry with his brother as Rebekah left quickly went to check up on you. Klaus sighed looking at Elijah seeing the rage on his older face.

"What would you have wanted me to do? Lie to her?"

"No but could have let her down gently Nik." Kol said having over heard the whole thing when he was being snoopy.

"Well it has been done now if you excuse me. I need to get back to Caroline."

Your heart felt shattered and you hadn't left your house for a month as Elijah and Rebekah had been coming to see you. You decided to leave unable to face Klaus seeing him with Caroline as you couldn't help but wish you were her.

While a part of you was happy that Klaus was happy but the other part of you wished you had white oak to kill him.

"Now darling, you have my and Rebekah's number. Call if you ever need help."

"I will Eli." You said giving him a weak smile feeling him kiss your head then Rebekah pulled you into her arms hugging you tightly.

"Elijah and I put some money in your account so buy a lot of things for me."

"Okay Beka." You tell her getting one last hug from the blonde and a head kiss from Elijah before getting in your car leaving.

It didn't take Klaus long to notice you were gone along with Caroline which made Klaus wonder where you had gone. Caroline was worried as you were her baby sister but after hounding Rebekah for answers the vampire was upset that you leave over something so petty.

"Where is your little human?" Klaus asked Elijah who was reading a book you recomend him to read.

"She left town. Needed space from you and Caroline." Elijah answered not looking up from the book but he could tell Klaus was frowning.

"She needed space?"

"She loved you and you tore her apart Niklaus. And before ask I have no idea where she nor what she is doing."

Seven months you had been gone and Klaus found hisself missing you. The hybrid hadn't realized before but he really missed your laugh and bright smile that would light up a room. Klaus could help but noticing all the little things you did for him like clean up his studio, bringing him macarons when you learned he loved them.

Klaus noticed how you always went out of you way to make him happy, how you always invited him to join your movie nights with Rebekah. Then Klaus came to realize that everything he loved about Caroline was nothing compared to you as not once did you judged his family for things they done unlike Caroline, not once did you throw his actions back at him like Caroline had done. You had loved him unconditionally unlike Caroline and now you were gone.

"Y/N!" Klaus heard Rebekah squeal making him rush to see you standing there with Rebekah. You were smiling, your hair cut short dressed in a sundress with a white shirt underneath. But the one thing that caught his eye the most was the male vampire with you.

"Beka. Meet Lorenzo St. John but everyone calls him Enzo, my fiancee." You tell her as Klaus felt the air leave his lungs. Elijah came out smiling at Enzo who wrapped an arm around.

"Fiancee? When did this happen?"

"A month ago." You gushed as you went into a story on how you both met as Klaus walked in. The hybrid never noticed before but now he missed the adoring look you had for him.

"Hey Klaus." You say smiling at him as it hit him it didn't hold the same warmth it once had for now you were giving them to Enzo.

"Hello love."

Klaus was angry when Elijah suggested to have your in the garden of the Mikaelson home because Klaus didn't want to watch you marry another. When it came to the day Klaus decided to try to win your heart.

"You look gorgeous love." You heard Klaus say as he stepped in the room seeing you in a slim wedding dress that was long sleeved and tastefully low cut. You had train of lace that was your veil and he couldn't help but feel like he should be marrying you.

"Thank you. How are you and Caroline?"

"We broke up two months ago. I want to apologize for what I said and I realized that I love you." Klaus tells you as you stared at him when you heard the words you wanted to always heard from Klaus. Now you could leave Enzo and be with Klaus but the words he told you when you confessed rang in your thoughts.

You smoothed out your dress walking up to Klaus cupping his cheek watching him leaned into your touch. You almost felt cruel for what you about to do but you remember the pain he caused.

"Sorry Klaus, I don't want my sister's sloppy seconds." You said lowly walking passed him as Klaus felt a lone tear roll down his face while you went off to marry another.

[seungs1ks]

Hey hey!~~ Can I request some Seungwoo fluffy stuff? I'm in snoopy soft hours right now!! Maybe waking up in the morning w/ eachother? <<3 I'd love to wake up to a tired wooya

hi! sorry for the wait -- hope you enjoy <33

9 a.m. (h.s.w.)

{fluff}

pairing: han seungwoo x gn!reader

warnings: none

word count: 408

you blinked, trying to adjust to the sunlight streaming into your room as you slowly opened your eyes. a routine surge of brief anxiety filled you, your autopilot morning brain wondering if you were running late for work, or you missed an important call. just then, you felt the bed shift behind you, and two arms snake around your waist to pull you close to a softly breathing, warm body. oh, your eyes fluttered shut in bliss and relief. it was one of your and seungwoo’s lazy days. your absolute favorite.

“morning,” you said, placing your hands over his that were massaging your skin.

“mm,” he responded, voice airy and laced with sleep.

you turned around to face him, making him huff in light protest. it was so cute. “stop moving so much,” he mumbled, swinging his leg over your body so that now he was hugging you like a koala bear. his hair was in a fluffy mess, forming curtains over his shut eyes, his lips slightly parted. he pressed a tired kiss to the top of your head.

“sorry, just wanna look at you,” you sighed happily, nuzzling your face into his chest that was clothed by a thin white shirt. you pressed your ear against it and listened to his heartbeat. it almost lulled you back into a slumber.

seungwoo chuckled. “you have the whole day to look at me all you want,” he started lazily drawing patterns onto your exposed back. “i wish every day could be like this.” his deep, raspy 9 a.m. voice sent shivers down your spine.

“me too,” you smiled, breathing in his scent. you looked up at him and drank in the sight of your sleepy boyfriend, now looking more like a snuggly pup than ever before. he felt you staring and opened one eye to look back at you.

“yes?” he smirked. “want something?”

you felt a wave of pink creeping up your cheeks. seungwoo was so good at making you blush. before you could answer, he wordlessly cupped your face with one large hand and brought it to his own, kissing you softly. “happy?” he cooed at you. you nodded.

“you want breakfast?” you asked.

he hummed in thought. “in a little bit. just wanna lie here with you for a while.” you couldn’t say no to that. “mmmloveyou,” seungwoo sighed, his embrace engulfing you. nothing in the world could compare to how it felt waking up next to him.

[yeetlegay]

The gremlin is back with new notes, I hope you don't mind. I'll put a read-more mark in case someone wants to skip them.

Santa Maria we're like 1 minute in and it's already going places

Pete didn't strike me as a tattoo person but it makes sense

I mean I know my man is getting slapped and all but that shirt is fire

"Who's a good boy?" sounded equally terrifying and awfully cute (9 minutes in and I'm already bananas)

TANKHUN YES HELLO OMG YOUR OUTFIT IS LIT LIKE ALWAYS

Tankhun has the best reactions, kicking Kinn with legs included

Porsche is the definition of "this all could've been done without a gun and yes, this all could've been an email"

JESUS that wrench is huge

what if the car accident was caused by Time? In one of the first episode Time mentioned Tay's dad covered up his car accident like nothing ever happened because it was his area. Just a thought.

omg Porchay and his Snoopy hoodie so cute I'll die

as someone who has terrible relationship with my siblings, I'd die for their bromance. Porsche and Porchay might get on some people's nerves in the fandom, but like... They literally only have each other. Of course they'd be super gentle and overprotective.

God that blow-dryer is loud

omg these two babies. Tay and Time are serving looks

OH MY GOD SHE IS SO PRETTY SHE IS INDEED SERVING LOOKS

Love how Tay is manspreading while Time is trying to occupy as little space as possible

Vegas is really reading Childhood's End, a story about literal aliens invading Earth while he has Pete locked up???

No, he isn't. Idk whether I should say God bless or not

I wish Vegas' father a happy burn in hell

Tankhun is such a fashion icon and no I will never stop saying it

I want Tankhun to be kindergarten teacher to my kids so he can teach them basic life rules such as be relaxed and kill everyone who is suspicious immediately and all that while looking so damn fabulous

Sir, uh, that is, um, really creative excuse to kiss someone...

Pete is so good at asking the right questions at the right time

"Have you ever loved me?" no, that's why he Superman-ed those kidnappers and proceeded to enter the warehouse guns blazing... (I getchu tho, Chay...)

Vegas, it's not as bad as before because prior to this you got free Pete therapy session

"If you hate me, you'll have energy to kill me later." or as I call it, positive thinking

Turbulence... noted.

Nope, I don't think my car accident theory was correct. Rest in peace theory, you did your best.

I started to respond to this bullet by bullet but half the bullets were just variations of “AKDHDJNSJSKAJSH SO TRUE” so here is a shortened version lol

THE WHO’S A GOOD BOY LINE REWROTE MY FUCKING DNA ISTG if I ever decide to proceed with my villain era I will be taking Vegas as my manipulate manslaughter malewhore inspo

“This could’ve been an email” LESTAT I WHEEZED

That wrench scared me more than the electric chair (taint edition) from ep 10, like for why is it so ENORMOUS

I live for sibling bonds too ugh. Oldest of 5 here so Porsche’s older sibling struggles resonate deeply. (Also that one post about how Kinn is a middle son but an eldest daughter…math was found dead from the accuracy)

The second I saw the Childhood’s End cover I had to pause and Google lol I’m obsessed with analyzing characters’ reading choices (the Kardashian Konfidential book led to a headcanon that Kinn started watching KUWTK with Tankhun just to feel something and now he’s lowkey a celebrity gossip encyclopedia)

Tankhun kindergarten teacher…WHO’S GONNA WRITE HIM STARTING A MAFIA DAYCARE FOR THE NEXT GENERATION OF THEERAPANYAKUL TOTS

No bc my first thought when Vegas did the pill kiss was “holy shit he’s ballin I could’ve been having my gf give me Tylenol kisses this whole time???” Like absolute legend behavior imo

Kinn walking like that had me thinking Something Else and I was like “surely…surely they wouldn’t have…..not-not on a-a helicopter” so glad we got confirmation of a sky bj to bring my brain back online (sort of)

[woniepop]

TYPES OF DATES ENHYPEN WOULD TAKE YOU ON!

Pairings: Enhypen x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: cursing and mentions of alcohol if you squint

Word Count: about 300 - 400 per member

a/n: this is my first enhypen work if it sucks pls tell me LOL I ALSO LEFT HEESUNGS ON A SAD NOTE OOPS. Also I wrote some of this at 2 am and it is raining so hard. I live in SoCal and I feel like I can’t function when it rains so I had to blast music in my headphones but it’s okay Iz*one’s Fiesta is top tier. I did not mean for it to turn out this long lol.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Lee Heesung

- Karaoke

Sitting on the couch of the private karaoke room, exhausted having just sung and danced all of I Can’t Stop Me, Heesung reaches out to take some of the kimbap you had made together before karaoke happened, kind of like two dates in one day. Since he was always busy, he wanted to spend the most amount of time he could with you this weekend, in case he couldn’t meet you the next. Heesung always did a great job of making you feel loved and appreciated, and today he especially wanted to give all his love and attention to you.

“We should rap all of Canceled in one breathe” Heesung suggests, knowing it was a whole three minute song. Although you know you’d die, you nod excitedly, ready to shout at the top of your lungs “THIS YOU?” because Tana definitely gets canceled every 5-7 business days. He starts off the song, both screaming at the top of your lungs, starting off with Bryce Hall 😼. The song goes very swimmingly actually, definitely taking more than one or two breathes.

Taking a call from your phone, you step outside so as to not disturb the caller with Shake it Off. Your mother wanted you home soon, but you desperately wanted to spend more time with Heesung. Stepping back into the room, you decide one more song is short enough to catch the last train home, you grab the remote and pick your last song, Perfect. It was definitely slower paced than the songs you had sang before but you wanted to have at least one moment of romance before it’s completely dead. Taking your hands, he wraps them around his neck and places his hands on your hips and sways side to side as he sings every word beautifully. Even if you could sing as good as him, he was always so hypnotizing when he sang to you. Ending the song with a kiss, you guys both pull away, very sad at the fact that the night has come to an end.

THE REST ARE UNDER THE CUT!!

༑ ࿐ྂ。Jay Park

- Aquarium

- Aquarium

Walking through the hallways hand in hand, you enjoy each other’s presence while admiring all the children excited about the stingray that just swam by. Watching Jay’s face light up when he had finally found the sea otters, you giggle at how cute it was. “Look at all the baby sea otters, Y/n, they’re so cute ahhhh'' He says eagerly. Pulling out your phone to take a picture of him, he grabs your hand and takes your phone. “No, Y/n, we have to take this picture togetherrrr.” he whines. Sighing, you agree and wait for him to find someone to help take the picture for him, obviously right next to the sea otters. 

Continuing down the aquarium building, you find the automatic sliding door leading to the outside. Knowing exactly what lies beyond those doors, you pull Jay’s hand and rush out. As a kid, you loved coming to the aquarium to spend time at the petting tank, and now you got to experience it with Jay. Finding a spot at the tank, you dip your hand in and touch the bamboo sharks. You sigh in relief at the nostalgia of it, and turn your head to Jay. “Don’t you want to touch them too?” You ask innocently. Faced flushed, he frantically shakes his head, giving you a blatant no.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you bask in his presence, exhausted by the exciting day you had. Turning on his phone to check the time, you notice he’d set his lockscreen to you. “Did you take that while I was petting the sharks?” Embarrassed, he turns away and avoids the question. “HEY, I could take a picture of you alone for my wallpaper but you could??? Why is this so unfair???” you ask. 

“Because…” He says with a sheepish smile on his face. You quickly take out your phone and snap a picture. After a moment of playful fighting and begging to delete the photo on Jay’s end, he ultimately gave up and let you save it as your lock screen as well.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Jake Sim

- Laser tag

Having Jake as a partner, he’d always taken you on more high energy, adrenaline rushing dates, and today was no different. This date, however, he decided to take you to play laser tag, something you had never done before. Entering the lobby, you both decide to be on the same team for the first round, which helped you feel a bit of relief. Choosing a vest to put on, you get very very tangled in it, which causes Jake to laugh a bit but he eventually helps you out.

During your first round, Jake helps you out, staying by your side the entire time and even holding your hand to lead you through the room. It felt really nice, seeing him so protective of you in the moment, but you knew better than to like the thought of it too much, because the next round was going to be a lot different. Unexpectedly, your team lost, which made Jake feel even more competitive and pumped up for the next round.

The next round starts, and surprise!!!!! You and Jake are on opposing teams. It starts off very well actually :D. As soon as you enter the room, your heart starts beating out of your chest and you’re so nervous to be alone. Cautiously maneuvering through the hallways, you scan the premises thoroughly, knowing if Jake ever sees you throughout the game you’d be screwed. Surprisingly enough, you go a bit of time before you hear your vest’s alarm go off, signalling to you that someone has gotten you. You look all around you taking some time before finding Jake crouching on the other side of the wall. You run to the other side of the same wall, and decide to scare him before he could shoot you again. It works out very well, because the next time you see him, he screams and drops to the floor in shock. Taking this chance, you shoot his vest and run away, leaving him no time to get you back.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Park Sunghoon

- Birthday Party

Laying on the floor of your living room with Sunghoon, you lie on your back, trying to cool your body down as much as possible. The hot and humid Korean summers were definitely always fun, but not when you were craving cuddles. Thinking of activities the both of you could do without overheating, you think back to how refreshing all the ice cream was at your friend’s recent birthday party. Although it wasn’t even close to your guys’ birthdays, it gave you a great idea. You shoot up and rush to get dressed, leaving Sunghoon very confused. 

Finished, you come back to the living room. “Sunghoon, get dressed. We’re going to the market.” Without question, he does as you ask and you both head to the market in no time. 

Walking hand in hand down the ice cream aisle, you grab all the flavors you enjoy, filling your whole basket with different ice creams, toppings, fruit, drinks, and even a cake. “You’re quite hungry, aren’t you?” Sunghoon teases, earning him a slap to the arm.

As soon as you get home, you send Sunghoon alone to the bedroom, telling him you need time to prepare everything. You had pulled all the stops, whipping out the cheap snoopy shaved ice maker, birthday party hats, streamers, balloons, and banners. It was no one’s birthday in particular, but the fake birthday party put you in a festive and refreshing mood. You had set up a giant ice cream sundae bar, and had even made lemonade. 

Calling Sunghoon to come out of the bedroom, he was not surprised but very appreciative. He knew you’d pull sh!t like this Wanting to make it even more fun, he suggests to make sundaes for one another, which you happily agree to. The day was so fun, you had forgotten all about the time you had a few hours earlier, suffering in the heat of your apartment. 

Sunghoon on the other hand, was so happy that you planned something like this. He was never one to do anything cute for you unless you asked, begged so this time he wanted to show you how grateful he was to you by giving you one FREE boop on the nose. Scooping some ice cream with his fingertip, he lightly taps your nose, leaving the melted strawberry ice cream to drip off your nose.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Kim Sunoo

- Brunch

Being a foodie yourself, you and Sunoo would always go cafe hopping to try out different desserts and drinks. This Saturday morning in particular, you both decided it was time for a change. This change for the greater good would include brunching for hours like stuck up rich moms and judging everyone in the facility, as you do when you are a brunching mother. Dressing in your finest brunching attire and of course, sunglasses, your waiter leads you to the table and you strut down that walkway like you know the difference between regular and Belgian waffles.

Crossing your legs at the same time and sipping your orange juice, wishing you could have added some champagne. Your orders finally arrive, having ordered the classic avocado toast and eggs benedict. Starting with the avocado toast, as per tradition, you and Sunoo construct the perfect first bite, shove it into your mouths, make eye contact and a disgusted face, even though it was very obvious that you guys thought it was delicious.

“I feel they nailed the seasoning because avocado, egg, and bread are known to be very bland flavors. The poached egg was perfectly runny in the middle, which was so satisfying to me, especially knowing that the chef can actually cook an egg right.” You start off, pretending you were some high status food critic, above Gordon Ramsey almost.

Sunoo takes his spoon and splits apart the poached egg on the eggs benedict. The egg just so happened to be a tad bit overcooked and the yolk didn’t rush out as smoothly as the other one did. You make eye contact with Sunoo, the most disgusted look plastered on your faces. A couple seconds pass by and you burst out laughing, forgetting about the egg yolk and shoving a huge bite straight into your face.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Yang Jungwon

- Zoo

When you first suggested going to the zoo with Jungwon he looked at you with a confused face. He loved spending time with you, but why the zoo? It’s stinky and there are too many children everywhere. Nevertheless, after much convincing, he gave in and went with you. The screams of all the tiny children were giving him a headache, but he kept reminding himself he was here for you. Seeing the alligators first, it was definitely acting up and snapping its mouth very angrily and hissing. Just because he wanted to be nice by coming to the zoo with you, didn’t mean he was going to hold back on his snide remarks. 

“That’s you that one time I accidentally ate your pastry.” He comments. Rolling your eyes and smacking him in the arm, you continue on the path looking at all the animals in awe. The whole time you walked around you bickered back and forth, many “That’s you when/cause”s being thrown around mercilessly. 

The comment that took the cake and left both of you speechless was one made by you. Walking towards the flamingos, everyone knows them for being notoriously stinky. Pinching your nose to go with the comment you were about to say, you chuckle. “It smells like that one time you accidentally farted in your VLive.” you manage to get out with a straight face. I made that up lol

Jungwon stops in his tracks, looking at you like you had just betrayed him. .He stomps his feet on the floor and whines in the middle of the walkway. “Y/nnnnnn you know I’m sensitive about thatttt.” The time you spend with him after you get home consists of him clinging to you, demanding your undivided attention, cuddles and kissies, and for you to blow dry his hair after he showers. 

༑ ࿐ྂ。Nishimura Riki

- eating competition

Watching mukbangs all day and cuddling with Niki definitely got both of you hungry pretty quickly. With Niki being a bit homesick and you wanting to improve your cooking, a great idea pops into your heads. You wanted to cook Japanese food for Niki, hoping to aid his homesickness, and Niki wanted to see how much food he could shove down his face until he explodes. And with that, your whole date had become a food eating competition. 

Setting all the food down on the table, you had done a very good job. Working your ass off to make not only omurice with curry, but also yakisoba and fried chicken, you were very ready to start your whole competition. Portioning it out evenly with a scale beforehand, you and Niki countdown together and start scarfing down food like you’ve never eaten before. With a mouth full of rice, Niki manages to get out a “It’s really good.” Knowing he liked your food made you feel so proud even though you had just shoved a whole piece of fried chicken in your mouth. 

Several minutes, three enhypen members walking past you judgmentally, and 10 napkins later, you and Niki were too stuffed you even have food this close to you. Queue the rest of the enhypen members, they oh so generously gave you their service and finished the food for you guys. Concluding that you and Niki could not in fact eat two family sized meals in one sitting, you lie on the couch about to pass out. 

“That was so fun. We should do that again.” Niki says while groaning from stomach pain. “And thank you for thinking about my homesickness and making me Japanese food. I love you so much.” He adds. Ending the day with complaining about being too full, planning the next competition, and even inviting the other members, you both pass out an hour after you had eaten and were punished with the dishes in the morning for being cringely in love out in the open like that.