#idk i was just really overwhelmed and i did cry in the bathroom afterwards

[torturedpoetdean]

imagine one day you’re on your third flight of the day doing your silly little flight attendant job and you’re exhausted, and ready to be home, and you’re smiling and dissociating as your greet passengers as they come on board and suddenly in walks jensen ackles, dean winchester himself, and he smiles and says “thanks” as you hand him a silly little disinfectant wipe. You proceed to hand the basket of wipes to your coworker as you rush to the bathroom to have a full blown panic attack because DEAN FUCKING WINCHESTER is on your flight and you are going to have to talk to him and interact with him and be professional and pretend you aren’t having a meltdown cause you would know those eye crinkles ANYWHERE. Imagine you’re taking dinner orders and you’re repeating to yourself in your head “be profesional, smile and ask for his order, just breathe” and he proceeds to order the cheeseburger and a whiskey neat and your brain short circuits and in your most sarcastic tone out of your mouth comes “yeah sure thing dean” AND THEN YOUR BRAIN EXPLODES CAUSE YOU JUST SAID THAT OUT LOUD TO JENSEN FUCKING ACKLES!!!!! Anyways he laughs and says “my wife says that all the time” then you proceed to die and blackout and work the rest of the flight on autopilot yeah imagine if that happened 😅

[vintagepresley]

idk if ya done one like this all ready..but could you do one where you and Austin are at a awards season party and everything’s going good until Austin’s manager tells you that your not good enough for Austin..you take off to the bathroom to get some air and Austin finds you and tries to help but you have a hard time telling him what happened..he gets a little mad you have a slight panic attack he regrets getting mad..and you finally tell him everything

Thank you for the request! ❤️

Austin's life was being a whirlwind of crazy when it came to promoting Elvis and now the award shows where he took with you him to every single one. You weren't use to this kind of lifestyle of things, but you were having a great time just being able to support your man every step of the way. He loved having you by his side because he felt you calmed his nerves and he just couldn't do any of these things without his woman by his side. He made you feel so special and you wouldn't think about not being there for him. He deserved every bit of all the wonderful things that were beginning to happen for him. But other people around him did not feel the same about you, his manager in particular seemed to always have an issue with you. You couldn't figure out why but somehow you seemed to have rubbed her the wrong way from the beginning. So whenever you went to events with Austin you did your best to avoid his manager.

You had attended the Golden Globes with him and afterwards he suggested that the two of you head over to the afterparty, where he introduced you to nearly everyone you never met so many famous people in your life, you felt like your head was spinning. As the night went on you had clung to Austin's arm most of it and giving his cheek small kisses. "Having a good time, baby?" he mumbled. You nodded at his words. "I am.. It's all so overwhelming as always. But I'm having a wonderful time." you hummed. He laughed softly, nodding his head. "It's a bit overwhelming for me as well." he smiled, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your lips, while his manager rolled his eyes at the sight of you two, something about you he just didn't like. He felt Austin should date someone who was in the industry not someone who was kind of an outsider. Someone had called out Austin's name wanting to speak with him and he pressed a kiss to your hand with a smile. "I'll be right back, baby." he said softly. You nodded watching him go off and smiling as a few people who you had been introduced to made conversation with you.

Things were going so well and you were feeling great that was until Austin's manager had approached you. "Y/N." he said sternly. "Oh..Hi." you said shyly, swallowing thickly. "Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked. "Um, sure, okay." you responded as the two of you moved off to the side. "Don't take this the wrong way, but.. Is this really this place for you?" he says rudely. "Excuse me?" you say, furrowing your brow. "Well.. You're not right for him.. He should be dating someone more on his level." he says his words cutting you deep. You tried your best to hold back any tears that were forcing their way out. "I should probably go find Austin.." you whisper as you went to walk away he grabbed your arm. "I'm just saying.. You're not good enough for him. Maybe think about how this makes him look." he uttered. You pulled your arm away from and now the tears were streaming down your face that you didn't even bother to look for Austin you ended up running to the bathroom for some air and Austin sees you run off and he grows a bit concerned so he follows you to the bathroom, where you leaning over the sink and crying softly.

"Baby? What's the matter? What happened?" he says softly as he walked over to you and wrapping his arms around you, you shook your head not wanting to tell him the conversation you just had with his manager. You didn't want to cause issues or further this mans hated toward you. You leaned into Austin's embrace, continuing to cry into his chest. He squeezed his arms around you. "Please, baby.. Tell me what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked, letting out a soft sigh. You tilted your head up to look at him through your teary eyes, some of your eye makeup a bit of a mess. "I-I can't.." you whispered. He furrowed his brow a bit. "What do you mean you can't?" he says. "I just.. I can't.. I don't know.." you stuttered and stammered over your words nervously. You had to tell him but you just didn't know how. "Y/N, stop it. Just tell me what's wrong." he visibly getting a bit frustrated that you wouldn't just tell him what was wrong.

"I just don't know how.." you mumbled and you felt his arms let go of you and he was a bit angry now. "Would you stop!? Why won't you just tell me what the hell is the matter with you??" he yelled. A small pout forming on your lips as you stepped away from him, wiping your eyes and becoming more upset that he was getting angry with you. You just didn't know how to tell him that his manager was so nasty toward you and now your chest felt heavy and your head felt woozy as you began to hyperventilate, gripping onto the countertop realizing you were having a panic attack. When he sees this any angry feelings he suddenly had were gone as he rushed to your side and cupped your face in his hands. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get mad. I just wanna know what's wrong.." he mumbled, placing small kisses to your face. "Just relax.. Breathe, honey." he whispered to you. You took a deep breath trying to center yourself as he helped you through your small panic attack.

You looked up at him and your lip tremble with fear but you knew you had to tell him or it was going to drive you crazy. "Aus.. It-It was your manager.. He was so mean and said some hurtful things to me.." you said softly through your little sniffles, as you still had a few tears streaming down your face. He raised an eyebrow and his blue eyes suddenly turn almost black. "What the hell did he say?" he asked. You swallowed harshly, the words leaving you nervously. "H-He was saying how I'm not right for you and how you should date someone more.. Well.. I-I guess better. How I'm not good enough..." those very words had you crying all over again. Austin was furious and he clenched his jaw angrily. His hands gently brushing against your face. "Okay, baby.. Listen to me, honey, don't you listen to what that bastard says. You are plenty good enough for me. I don't want anyone else, you hear me? I only want you. I love you and only you." he whispered before kissing your lips softly. His very words were the thing to stop your crying and a small smile forming on your lips as he kissed you. You slipped your arms around his shoulders and you clung to him tight as you hugged him, sniffling softly. "I love you too.. So much.. I'm sorry." you mumbled.

"What are you sorry for? You did nothing wrong. But I will not have someone manage me who is blatantly disrespectful to the woman I love. I won't have it." he said sternly. You pulled back just a bit from him and nodded your head slowly. He wiped some of your left over tears from your face and some of your makeup that was a little smudged, grabbing a bit of tissue and cleaning your face for you. You smiled a bit. "Don't you worry about a thing, honey." he said softly, throwing the tissue away and then grabbing a hold of your hand as the two of you made your way back out. Your heart was racing not knowing what was about to happen as Austin approached his managed with you rightfully by his side and he didn't waste a second to say something, interrupting the conversation his managed was in the middle of. "Just who do you think you are spewing such hurtful shit to my girlfriend?!" he blurts out. His manager was taken by surprised because Austin never got the way he was in this moment. His manager excusing himself from his conversation. "Just calm down.." he says. "Calm down?! Who are you tell someone that they aren't good enough?!" he yelled. Your eyes widen seeing Austin fly off the handle in such a way, you grasped his arm a bit tighter as you hid your face against his shoulder.

"I was just being honest with her.. She-" Austin cut him off. "Enough! She is the love of my life and you don't dictate who I date. You're fired!" he shouts and he clutched onto your hand tight as he stormed off pulling you along with him, deciding it was time to leave. His manager in complete disarray from what just happened. You look over at Austin as the two of you headed out and his face was painted with anger. "Austin?" you whispered. He glanced over at you and the expression on his face turning to softer one. "Yes, baby?" he replied. "You didn't have to do that for me... But thank you." you said softly. He smiled bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing several small kisses to the back of your hand. "I won't ever let anyone get away with hurting you." he said mumbled. You slipped your arms around his waist and he draped his arm around your shoulder and you held onto him, feeling so protected and loved by him.

**

So cute. 😭😭 The manager was giving colonel vibes, idk. lmaooo

@purejasmine

[thatwritingho]

Will Toki ever come to Olive with concerns about his ‘everything I love or let in dies’ thing? Not even as a ‘I’m concerned you’re in danger’ but just finally talking about how it’s given him so much psychological trauma and that he’s afraid to latch onto anything because of it? 🥺

Yes! As I've said before, one of my main goals with MM is to help all the boys work through their trauma, and this is a large part of Toki's.

I don't want to give too much away, but also idk how long it'll take me to get to this chapter so I may as well line out what I have loosely planned...

Staying with canon, Toki loses his shit after his dad dies and beats that guy to death at the SnB concert. Olive walks up on the blood bath and pulls Toki away and forces him outside to calm down and is just like. "Dude. What the fuck was that?" and Toki is just so angry and overwhelmed that he cant even talk. So Olive brings him onto the bus and sits him down in the bathroom to start cleaning off the blood, and now the adrenaline is starting to wear off and the realization of what he's done starts to set in and he feels like he's going to break apart.

So he just starts talking about how he has so, so much anger inside, how terribly his parents treated him, how that even though he hated his father so much for torturing him as a child, his death still hurts so badly. How all he ever wanted was for his dad to love him, for anyone to love him, but every time someone did they died. How he has so much love to give and longed to have friends for so many years, but his band mates aren't his friends. And as much as he hates it, that that's really for the best, anyway, because he loses everyone that loves him back. And how he's so scared that something is going to happen to her, now, too.

And how he tries so hard to keep the anger and fear and rage and frustration buried deep, deep down so it doesn't drown him, so it doesn't poison the people around him, but it doesn't always work and he slips. How this isn't the first time he's blacked out in rage and killed someone, how sometimes the anger takes hold of him and he just has to let it out, has no choice once it builds up like that. How scared he is of himself afterwards, how ashamed he is of his lack of control. How the anger sometimes even comes out when they have sex, and it scares him so bad that he'll take it too far and hurt her, like, really hurt her, and that that's why he was so hesitant at first.

And now he's sobbing, crying so hard he feels like he's being consumed whole by his sorrow, and Olive takes him into her arms and lets him bury his face in her stomach and cry it out until he calms down, petting his blood splattered hair softly.

And then she tells him about how she saw her parents die, how she and her sister were bounced from foster home to foster home for years because no one could deal with her. About how unwanted she felt, how desperate she was for affection, for someone to give a shit about her. About excited she was to finally be adopted, but her father turned out to be such a bad person and did so many awful things to her. And how despite it all, she still loves him and craves his approval. And she tells him about how she struggles with anger, too, how she used to fly into rages as a child. How she was so angry for so long that she killed hundreds of people to try to get it out, but that it didn't make it better, and now she's just overcome with guilt.

And she tells him that she understands, and that he's not a bad person, that he's just been hurt so badly and never given the tools or support to be able to heal. But that now that she knows, that she'll do whatever she can to help.

And Toki, who has been quiet since she started talking, finally lifts his head and looks up at her with tears in his eyes, his heart aching with relief and love. And he's so overwhelmed and emotionally drained that he can't say anything, so he just stands and gives her the tightest hug he's ever given, and now they're both crying.

And that's how the rest of the band finds them, both covered in blood and closer now than ever.

[honey-subs]

UMM bro omg the new agustd mv is just DJJDJDH HOLY- and i was thinking if you could yknow write something abt like how y/n been thinking abt him being all tied up and stuff in bed after she saw the making of the mv 😳😳 idk if im making sense anymore yoongi is justt a sexy bitcj

Agust D - Min Yoongi (2)

was already writing for the agust d comeback, so this is part two! also, ajshdhjd yes! the entire mv was amazing, and there’s no skips in the album i-

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⤷pairing - yoongi x reader

⤷genre - smut

⤷summary - yoongi seems to really love rope.

⤷warnings - sub!yoongi, dom!reader, bondage, smut, fluff, praise, crying, denial, multiple orgasms, degradation, oral (f!receiving), hand jobs, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, just really kinky.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

(Continued. . .)

you pushed yoongi down onto the bed once the both of you made it to your room. you attached your lips to his in a kiss of fire, all the lent up emotions the both of you have held back for weeks being released. you pulled away slowly, and his lips struggle to find yours afterwards. cute.

you began to strip yourself of clothing, taking off first your leather jacket, then your shirt, and jeans. yoongi eyes you from his spot on the bed, mouth watering just looking at your form and the way you moved. moving to your dresser, you pull out something you’ve been waiting to use since you got word that he’d be making his mv.

once you turn around, his eyes move to the rope in your hand and he bites his lip. “since you seem to like rope so much,” you pause. “strip.” you tell him, voice low as you near him. he quickly does what your tell him, removing his shirt, then going down to his joggers, pushing them down and off. you can see the dark material of his boxers, and just how hard he is for again. a patch on his boxers was wet with precum as his cock strained against the material.

finally, he pulled down his boxers, revealing his cock. “good boy.” you told him, kneeling on the bed beside him. he smiles at the praise, relaxing and getting further into subspace. softly, you push him by his chest down onto the bed, allowing him to get comfortable before you continued.

you push up his arms up so they rest on his chest, and you tied some of the rope around his wrists and around his arms, securing the, comfortably. you move down farther, spreading his legs and tying them to the foot of the bed. you admire the work of knots and ties around him. “you look so pretty like this, yoongi.” you tell him with a dreamy sigh. his cheeks and chest flush with pretty pinks at your words.

you lean towards him slowly, lips attaching once again. this time, your hands slyly trialed down to his erection. he gasped snd moaned into your mouth when you suddenly gripped him, moving your hand skillfully up and down the shaft of his cock, giving the tip special attention. you moved down to his neck, sucking a hickey into the once porcelain, clean skin there. as your hand continued to move, hid moans got louder, and the hickies that litter his chest and neck increase in numbers.

you snuck a peak up at him, he was already in subspace, eyes glossy as smuall whimlers and moans leave his lips. “p-please, mistress.” he says, words slurred as he’s overwhelmed with pleasure. “what do you want me to do, yoon?” you asked in a teasing whisper. “m-more,” he manages to say. hips subtly bucking into your fist. “you want more?” you asked, voice sweet and kind. your other hand comes up to his hair, running soothing fingers through it. “p-please, mistress, m-more.” he says again, hips bucking wildly.

your palm is flat against his scalp, when you suddenly make a fist, pulling his hair up. he sucks in a sharp inhale a breath at the feeling, and you slow down your hand tremendously. “just like a slut to ask for more. is what i’m giving you not enough?” you asked, tugging his hair. “answer me, whore.” you tell him, gripping his cock in your hand. “y-yes miss! it was perfect, i-i’m sorry.” he pleads, hands balled up on his chest tightly. tears well up in his eyes as you continued to be still, tugging his hair and having an unmoving hand on his swollen cock.

you moved your hand away from his cock, and let go of his hair. “absolutely pathetic.” the tears spill over. “i expected more from a tough-talking rapper like you.” you tease. “y-yes mistress, i’m pathetic.” he says, words jumbled and slurred as tears of frustration and denied arousal stream down his face. you leaned forward and toyed with one of the hickies on his chest. “please make me cum, miss.” he begged. “my pathetic cock can’t take it, i need to cum, please mistress!” he’s louder this time, really wanting your hands, your mouth, something around him to make him cum.

“do you think you deserve it?” you asked, hand moving down from his chest to his lower stomach, right above where he needs you most. “n-no, miss. i-i’m just your pathetic little toy to use, b-but i can make you feel good too!” he proposes desperately. this peaks your interest and you stop your movements. “i-i want you to sit on my face.” he says, muscles flexing under the restricting rope. “hm okay. if you can make me cum, i’ll see if i can make you cum as well.” you tell him, already moving to straddle his waist.

you move up so you’re hovering over his face teasingly. “p-please.” he whimpers, desperately wanting to please you. you decide he’s begged enough, and lower yourself down. instantly, his lips and tongue are going at it, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking in the sensitive bud quickly, tongue swirling against your folds, occasionally dipping into your entrance. the sounds that were coming out of your mouth were absolutely sinful; head tipped back as you allowed him to work his magic.

you were so sensitive and aroused, that it didn’t take long for his tongue to bring you to the edge. your hands found his hair as you tugged in it everytime he sped up. his moans sent vibrations throughout your core as he continued. a familiar feeling bubbled in your lower stomach, and one more graze of his teeth against your clit was tipping you over the edge. “fuck!” you exclaimed as your thighs shook as they encased his head. yoongi made sure to lap at all your cum eagerly. he continued to lick through your orgasm when you pulled away from oversensitivity.

“ready to cum, yoongi?” you asked, voice shaky. “please, mistress.” you hummed. “what do you want?” you asked, hands roaming his lower stomach, again, just above where he needed you most. “y-you, please.” he said. you knew exactly what he meant. smirking, you straddled him again, making sure to have his erection press against your ass.

very slowly and teasingly, you lift up and hover over him, causing him to bite his lip as he looked at you, with his tear stained cheeks gleaming in the light. you finally allowed him what he wanted. he couldn’t help the large moan that forced itself through his lips as you sunk down onto him, engulfing his cock in your warmth. you sit for a while, allowing him to fill you to the brim, occasionally swiveling your hips. you lean forward after a while, and fuck yourself back down on him. you bit your lip to hold in you moans, while yoongi was moaning unabashedly.

you gripped his waist as you did so, leaning down to capture his lips with yours. there wasn’t a fight for dominance as he allowed your tongue to explore his mouth. you pulled away, moving to kiss down his jaw. “mistress, please! i-i’m gonna cum.” he says, bucking his hips into you. “c-choke me.” he whispers desperately. you’re surprised, but you don’t let it show. you move a hand up to his neck, squeezing it slightly. his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell completely into subspace. only incoherent mumbles and thank you’s leaving his lips. “cum for me, yoongi.” you tell him, watching as his muscles convulse and tense before he truly lets go, choked moans leaving his lips. he cums, truly filling you up.

the sensation caused you to let go as well, shivering as you come to your release. you help him ride out his orgasm, and remove your hands. you move off of him, and his breathing is labored as he pants for breath.

quickly, you untie the ropes on his wrists and ankles. he moves his arms slowly, still hazy in his subspace. you quickly run some warm water for him. after the water is run, you quickly get yoongi to help him to the bathroom. you help him into the bath, and get in as well, making sure to be careful of bruises, marks and hickies as you bathe him. the bath was fairly quick, yoongi was still unresponsive as you helped him get dress and out of the tub.

you had him sit for a minute as you changed the sheets, and when you got into the bed, he latched onto you cutely. you run a few comforting fingers through his hair and rub a bruise on his hip. his eyes gradually get less and less glossy as he gets out of his subspace. “i love you,” he mumbled from his place in your arms. you smile upon hearing his voice. “i love you too, baby.”

“are you okay?” you asked, making sure he was fine before continuing with questions. “i’m fine.” he says, curling into you. “did i go to hard? was it enjoyable for you?” you asked, wanting know if you went too far with anything. “it was perfect and felt amazing. thank you.” he says, leaning up to kiss you. “wanna go to sleep or stay up for a bit?” you asked, ready to turn the tv on if he asked. “no, i’m tired, can we sleep?” he asked. “of course.” you tell him, turning of the lights and the lamp. “night, yoon.” you tell him, allowing him to curl into some more. “night.” he whispers sleepily.

WHOO! THIS IS FINALLY DONE!

[xxcureangelxx]

5, 9, 10, 13, 20, 21, 24, 25, 28, 30-35, 38-42, 44-46, 50, 52, 54, 60-62, 66, 71-74, 86-91, 96, 100! 😊

okay I literally have no clue how old this is and if I'm even taking the questions from the right post but here goes I guess? 🙈

<u>5. What is your favorite Color?</u>

PURPLE

<u>9. How tall are you?</u>

about 1,70 meters or 5'7"

<u>10. What shoe size are you?</u>

size 40-41, I think that's about 8 in US sizes?

<u>13. What talents do you have?</u>

uhhh good question... not sure if it counts but I guess I'm quite good at a lot if things but can't do anything extraordinarily well?

<u>20. Are you religious?</u>

Absolutely not. Due to family history and a lot of other things I'm actually against it a lot but people can do whatever they feel like is right for them as long as they don't harm others with it.

<u>21. Have you ever been to the hospital?</u>

Yes, quite a lot actually. practically grew up in hospitals as a baby because of kidney issues, broke both my legs with 4 years old, had to revisit for tests a lot during my childhood because of the kidney issue. it calmed down afterwards until I was back in hospital last year because of my terrible mental health and I'm currently in a rehabilitation clinic for it as well.

<u>24. Baths or showers?</u>

Shower's because we don't have a bathtub

<u>25. What color socks are you wearing?</u>

currently none, I love going barefoot, but usually I wear white, gray or black. I know... I'm a bad gay.. no rainbow socks (;ŏ﹏ŏ)

<u>28. What type of music do you like?</u>

you know.... I hate this question with a passion even though I love music so I'll just throw in my yt-playlist here and everyone who's interested can look through it to get a picture xD not sorted in any way and not a conclusive list at all, I just add songs as I find them

<u>30. How many pillows do you sleep with?</u>

mostly just one at a time but I've got two different ones. one is the normal fluffy kinda pillow, the other is made of some kinda foam material and rather thin.

<u>31. What position do you usually sleep in?</u>

I'm always lying on the side! have been doing that since I was a baby too.

<u>32. How big is your house?</u>

compared to what? 🙈 I'd say decent size for 5 people to live in, would have space for 1-2 more if rooms were used differently but definitely not enough to comfortably live with 12 or even more people like my family used to. we've got like 3 proper sleeping rooms (one of which is the attic so not very nice in terms of heat and the staircase is smack in the middle of the room), a kitchen, a dining room, a big living room, a tiny bathroom that barely fits a toilet and shower, and the basement is a mix of storage, electrics and stuff, washing room/utility room and it's got another smaller room that's been turned back into a small workshop but used to be the room of my brother and later my grandmother.

<u>33. What do you typically have for breakfast?</u>

I guess this is where it shows that I'm german but we usually just eat bread (preferably whole grain) with cheese or slices of salami or ..meat sausage? is that a proper translation? 🤨 idk... it's rather simple really. on the weekend maybe buns and boiled eggs. on the occasion that I'm too tired for it or don't have enough time I eat cereals but it's not very common when I'm at work/school

<u>34. Have you ever fired a gun?</u>

No, and I don't want to

<u>35. Have you ever tried archery?</u>

Yes!! I did last year when I was in the hospital and it was super fun! was quite good at it as well, even for my first try 😤

<u>38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep?</u>

I think about 3 days? if we count "barely unconscious for a few hours" as sleep that is... otherwise no clue...my memory of the bad sleepless time is quite hazy lol

<u>39. Do you have any scars?</u>

yeah, quite a few tbh. got 2 huge ones from surgeries due to my kidney issues, well they look like 2 but it's actually multiple ones since they simply cut open party of the old ones again, tiny hooman apparently have very little skin. then I got some other ones here and there from accidents, general dumbness, etc, like when I cut through my sunday morning bun and almost cut half of the tip of my finger off because my mother sharpened the knife and didn't tell me or that time as a kid I couldn't wait for my ironing pearl pictures to be done and burned myself on the hot iron, mostly stuff like that.

<u>40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?</u>

I mean.. if they're a secret... how would I know? ;) not sure if it counts that it took me months to realize I had a crush on my best friend and the feelings were reciprocated and I was too blind to see the signs?

<u>41. Are you a good liar?</u>

Nope. People actually think I'm lying more often than I lie... so.... :/

<u>42. Are you a good judge of character?</u>

I'm.. honestly not sure what this one means? like, am I able to judge what kind of character a person has after barely meeting them or smth? if so, I'm terrible at it

<u>44. Do you have a strong accent?</u>

in german? nope. in english? hmm hard to judge since I rarely hear myself speak. I think the stuff I do know how to pronounce is mostly okay but since I learned it through reading I'm simply unsure of a lot of pronunciations. 'also'.... I can not for the life of me pronouns that word no matter how many times I hear it... it's kinda become a quirk after some classmates pointed it out to me and I'm incredibly aware how terrible I say the word but.... just can't get rid of it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

<u>45. What is your favorite accent?</u>

I.. actually really love the way my best friend talks? 👉👈 they're french btw. just... typical me for struggling to understand them though, already terrible at it in german too...

<u>46. What is your personality type?</u>

honestly, I don't think I can answer that. I'm big on self loathing and everything's pretty shitty so, no thanks

<u>50. Left or right handed?</u>

Right handed. but does it even count id I'm bad at doing things with that hand too? lol

<u>52. Favorite food?</u>

hmmmm tough question... not the biggest fan of food in general a lot of the time... probably Züricher Geschnetzeltes

<u>54. Are you a clean or a messy person?</u>

Definitely messy. my allergies did not like this post trying to clean and tidy up more often though. my depression does not like this post either

<u>60. Do you talk to yourself?</u>

sometimes. quite a bit when watching movies or if I mess stuff up

<u>61. Do you sing to yourself?</u>

barely. got a lot of bad experiences with that so i keep my singing to a minimum. my shower is a great listener though

<u>62. Are you a good singer?</u>

I was in a choir for a few years when I went to 'middle school' and I had like one solo part once but other than that I can't really say because I barely ever sing in front of people

<u>66. Do you like long or shor hair?</u>

this question is currently my absolute nemesis.. I've got suuuper duper long hair and have had it ever since elementary school and I used to be super happy with it and sometimes I still am happy with it but other days, depending on where I'm at genderwise, I absolutely hate it and I just want to take the closest scissors and cut it all off... currently haven't had the guts to look for new hair styles though... but in other people? or women more specifically? I love long hair 🥺

<u>71. What makes you nervous?</u>

Or the shorter question: what doesn't make me nervous... I'd say pretty much everything has got the potential to make me nervous. I'm an overthinker, anxiety is a big thing for me and ptsd makes me scared of almost everything. so.. yeah... sucks to be me sometimes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

<u>72. Are you scared of the dark?</u>

Yes, very

<u>73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?</u>

I try not to but sadly I sometimes do, even if it's not my place to. I really don't like that part and hope I'll be able to learn not to sometime

<u>74. Are you ticklish?</u>

Yes and I hate it 😭

<u>86. What are you allergic to?</u>

again, easier question: what am I not allergic to... it's... a lot... like, really a lot. with the test on the skin of my arm I reacted to every single substance and the more thorough blood test lead to much of the same result. the absolute worst are birch trees (pitty, love those), then the usual pollen of pretty much every tree or flower, all animals with fur or feathers, dust and... yeah list goes on and on, you get the picture... :/

<u>87. Do you keep a journal?</u>

no.. have tried to multiple times in the past but never made it more than a week... too depressing to write and read... the therapist at the rehab clinic is currently forcing me to try a positivity diary for the millionths time, can't even get that done each day even though I'm doing it on my phone and get notifications to do it each evening...

<u>88. What do your parents do?</u>

making my life hell lol.. okay on a serious note, my father was a car electrician, he's retired by now, my mother is a housewife, she used to work different jobs before her first kid, later on she took care of my grandmother who was suffering from dementia, got some money and retirement points for that too.

<u>89. Do you like your age?</u>

I-... I don't know? it's weird because I both feel a lot younger and a lot older than I am rn....

<u>90. What makes you angry?</u>

another tough question... I actually have anger issues in that way that I'm barely capable of feeling anger... used to be worse but I already worked a lot on it in therapy so there's at least some there now... in the past I simply started to cry and felt overwhelmed by sadness whenever I was supposed to feel anger... so I can't tell very well what makes me angry because I first have to realize that I'm feeling anger or more like should be feeling it....

<u>91. Do you like your own name?</u>

Not really, no, but I guess I finally figured out some reasons why.. I've recently started going by a bit of a different name too but only my closest friends know so far and I'm not sure if I'll be using it irl at all..

<u>96. How did you get your name?</u>

I'm still trying to get my mother to admit that she named me after this song but she keeps denying it.. she's a fan of this band so it would have fit.. but she keeps saying she just liked the name, no long thought process behind it..

my chosen name is a bit of a different story. an ex friend I got to know through yt gave me that nickname almost 10 years ago after I complained that you can't make a shorter nickname out of my birthname and it's also the name of s character I like, especially his voice, and... idk it just feels more gender neutral and I simply feel comfortable with it. it just fit.

<u>100. Color of your room?</u>

same as question 5: Purple 🥰 or... well half the walls are purple, the other half is white

phew... can't believe I made it through all of these....

in case people haven't noticed yet, I'm currently kinda getting back into tumblr? I think I've already stayed a lot longer than any times I tried getting back before. it mostly started because we've got super bad wifi at the clinc I'm at rn and reddit takes up waaayy too much mobile data and... idk, I guess I just missed the vibe of tumblr

I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stick around but we'll see

[joyisntyoj]

04: LETTERS TO NOBODY OR MAYBE MAYARI

Seal stamps, stamps with whatever designs, papers and pens, stickers, pictures, dried flowers, heartwarming messages, and a lot more.

When was the last time you wrote something on a literal piece of paper for someone?

Have you ever personally given someone a handwritten letter or sent it from the post office?

Is writing a letter still a thing today, or you just use whatever app you have because what is the point if other ways are more convenient, right?

Maybe, you are more the vocal type of person and, you just say what you feel instead of writing it down?

Perhaps, you are none of the above because what is important is your presence in their lives and, that is more than enough?

Still, how lovely it is to keep something that has sentimental value. It unnecessarily means that you are hoarding something because what's to not treasure from precious memories in a small piece of paper in an envelope?

This story is for those who never get tired of expressing themselves in whatever form they know, but most especially to those who write.

May you never run out of papers, inks, and thoughts to compose. to more unforgotten memories preserved in letters.

^^^

To: Mayari.

How are you? I wish things were getting better, just like what I always pray. These days, sleeping at night suddenly became serene as well as waking up in the morning. Sometimes my days are dull and typical...I believe? But most of the time, it's either I'm feeling blue or extra sad, or was that the same? I kept on blaming the pandemic, but for real, I'm just a mess. Silent battles are truly tough. I wish I had the courage and strength just like yours. Be safe. Stay sane. I'm really trying my best to be legit all right.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Liway is the name, exhausted with life. Mayari, someone out there, maybe a supreme being or plausibly not always receives Liway's letters. Sometimes Liway writes 10 messages at once and sometimes none at all. Mayari is the only recipient of such letters that even Liway never knew they were received by the random recipient it thought was just nobody. It all genuinely started on having a recipient written on the "To:" part at the post office. Though seriously, it doesn't even have any home address. It's super weird that it's for Mayari and no address, and were received.

HOW?

^^^

To: Mayari.

The night has come. This time, it feels heavier than usual. Tears are suddenly falling. I noticed that an unwelcome visitor came. The familiar pain is hugging me again, so tight that breathing is getting harder. I hate everything. Yet, I came to realize a lot of things. Afterward, I'm feeling blessed and grateful. Am I getting crazy? Before I went to bed, at the dinner table, I felt uncomfortable with the conversation we had, my family, about myself back then. I really hate it when they keep on bringing up what happened in the past. I already moved on... I think... so can they stop mentioning those moments? Honestly, whenever anything from the past is introduced again and remembered, I tend to feel like it just happened yesterday. Everything is coming back so fresh and new; fun, pain, sweats, and tears. I hate it.

PS. Mayari, can you send me some courage? Preferably in capsules, So I can have it in my intakes and be sure I'll be really having it in my system literally.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Continues writing so many letters filled with how living is like. Liway felt tired and exhausted. A few days ago, it was super overwhelmed that crying is unavoidable. Then this morning, Ms. Walmy called for a little chat and checking up because it's never too bad to check up on somebody, most especially when you're a counselor. It's your job, so uh? Anyway, though Liway was out of focus on the call, it was able to be accomodating and warm in return. It reciprocated the thoughtfulness with a sweet smile.

^^^

To: Mayari

Hey! Today I was mad because firsthand, I experienced that thing I usually hear from other people. The "don't-post-something-revealing-on-social-media-but-love-yourself-but-that's-not-appropriate". Well, I don't even know why I'm reacting super outrage towards it. Because knowing that my family is just concerned for me since the internet is frankly scary. I mean, I did nothing wrong, so why? Maybe deciding to be confident on the internet is not necessary for them. But for me, it is! So how should I deal with this? A friend consoled me, and I feel better. Still tho, my mood is already ruined. Oh gosh.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways, 

 Liway.

Welcoming a new week, the usual Liway is busy with the household chores. Some may find it stressful, but this one is pretty different. Scrubbing the floor, washing the dishes, brooming on the side. Later on, folding the clothes, fixing the bed, and a lot more things. It looks like it'll be tiring its body out until the nose bleeds, and passing out is the last resort to rest. How come it's easier to clean an actual mess than the one inside the head and heart?

^^^

To: Mayari.

Beloa visited me today. My childhood and the only friend left I have up to this day from elementary school. If you get what I mean? It's been a long time since we had a chat, especially that things are super complicated these days. She's doing really well, and I couldn't be more proud. I'm still amazed at how we manage to be friends because we both don't like each other to begin with. It's so funny that we even pulled each other's hair in the 4th grade while the class is taking the annual picture for the school year remembrance. What are the odds in this even, right? HAHAHA. Today was warm and bright.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Dates suddenly don't vary in these letters. Even the concept of time is somehow gone. What's important is regardless of not having these "important details" like the usual, Liway can keep up and be consistent in sending its letters. Liway never missed a chance to send a letter to the address less recipient, which left the post office staff to ponder with it. But as time goes by, Alle, the clerk, is no more surprised 'coz she's used to everything now. The envelopes unfailingly vanished the moment it was dropped inside the mailing box. Indeed, a magical mailbox.

^^^

To: Mayari.

I never knew how amazing pretending could be. You know that thing where someone usually says I'm okay, but really not? The inner saboteur that was triggered by their trauma is real-real-real. A car is useless when it's not moving if you wanted to travel to faraway places. Does that make sense?

PS. It sucks that our bathroom is the only "semi-safe space".

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Polar bears are really fascinating. They get to hibernate. Then, after the time being, back on hunting and living their lives. Ligaya was one of Liway's hero. A lot knew Ligaya for being a superhero, although she does not have that fantasy powers. Just like the polar bears, too, Ligaya has been hibernating for quite some time but kept on saying that she was not. Liway saw it all. Maybe a bear's hibernation is different from a human-being, hmm?

^^^

To: Mayari.

IDK what to say, but I just wanted to be consistent at the very least in sending you letters.

PS. The radio was broken, but in my head, it's working. It kept on playing nonstop music. Is this a poetic way of saying I'm overthinking things?

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

^^^

To: Mayari.

A lot happened lately. Somebody lost a precious one, and here I am, having a renaissance moment. It's a crazy ride, but for all it's worth, the pea has grown into a beautiful plant. Hope it made sense coz finally, everything is making sense to me now. Little by little, slowly and surely.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

^^^

To: Mayari

Hey!! I hope you are doing great!!! These days, everything felt surreal. I get to be active everywhere. It's draining, yet I feel so alive than ever. I had this thought that time is indeed just a concept, hmm? I mean, anytime is the right time to do what you want and whatever it is. Nothing is too late, most especially when it comes to growth. OH, being late in class still counts but FOR REAL RIP TO THE ONLINE CLASS SETUP -_-

PS. May we never run out of time to be the best versions of ourselves. LOVE WHOEVER YOU WANT. fck the situation, but SOON, GO ANYWHERE YOU WANT. SPEND FOR YOURSELF AND FOR YOUR LOVED ONES. FEEL EVERYTHING.

PSS. May we leave this world with fewer regrets and more amazing memories.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways, 

Liway.

Quite a lot of letters were already sent. The post office is getting more and more letters, as well as Mayari. Still, NO REPLY. Maybe some other, Liway will be able to hear Mayari's words.

^^^

To: Mayari.

*here's an envelope just in case you want to write me something*

With so much love annd kindness always and all ways, 

Liway.

'Tis the season to be jolly. LOL Nah. Liway has been out for the past weeks. By out, means on a hibernation mode. A L O T R E A L L Y happened. It's hard to put it into words. I guess Liway will end these letter-sending shenanigans or just lazy and trying to give out some excuses //

^^^

To: Mayari. 

Ever since I was taught how to move around the kitchen, I've been assigned to be Mom's assistant while cooking for the feast every event/occasion we'll be celebrating. It's tiring but super fun. Getting your fingers bleed and while unaware is cool LOL~ 

PS. Why does it feel so good to overthink things while doing the dishes? What's with that scenario.........

With so much love and kindness always and all ways, 

Liway.

Tireless hands, heart, and mind with countless thoughts and feelings, papers, and pens everywhere—WRITING; it surely is one of the best ways to vent. Though letters can’t hug and wipe one's tears, witness waves of laughter, ease the pain, and such, the comfort from every word written is more than enough.

Suddenly time barge in and reminded me that this is enough. THIS IS ENOUGH FOR 2020...

A new chapter has arrived, and maybe it's time to move forward. Maybe this is where it all gonna stop for a while. I mean, writing is somehow tiring, literally. Probably, Mayari might reply with the number of letters sent anytime soon, so maybe waiting is all that needed.

No rush in moving on.

MAY YOU GET THE REPLY YOU LONG FOR SO LONG.

PRIORITIZE YOURSELF AND HAVE COURAGE.

BE KIND ALWAYS AND ALL WAYS.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Little did nobody know, Liway is writing a letter to her "ideal" self.

The letter-sending-to-nobody thingy of Liway is really mind-boggling, right?

Mayari is Liway. Liway is Mayari.

The things that Liway wanted to say but cannot articulate well were always sent to Mayari. Mayari is the version of Liway it wishes to become in the future. 

The weak Liway longs and hopes to have "that" someone by her side to look up to. That's why she always writes letters and keeps them in the memory box.

The post office thingy was actually her shared room at home: the table at the corner with no lights but so much mess. It's that post office.

It's pandemic, so how can a post office be open and how brave she is to go out, right?

That saying, "be the hero you wanted to have when you were little", is the best explanation of Liway's way of venting and expressing.

Nobody knows when Mayari will come to life because it's no certainty that we can be the ideal self we all wanted to happen. 

For now, Liway is fighting her battles and screaming louder to the universe,

UNTIL WHEN DO I HAVE TO FEEL THIS WAY?

To be continued...

Happy New Year, Mayari. ✨💜

This is like an excerpt from my quarantine shenanigans for 2020 LOL.

[heartkook]

bad day || min yoongi

Anonymous said: Hiya!! I was just wondering if you could write some yoongi angst/fluff? I don’t really have many ideas but maybe you guys have been really distant and then something bad happens to u then you start crying and the first person you think to call is yoongi? Idk I just rlly need some good yoongi fluff and ur such a good writer, so who better to ask than you? Tysm if you decide to do it ❤️

Min Yoongi x reader

Summary: Your day just keeps getting worse and worse, and it all gets too much. Luckily, Yoongi knows exactly what to do to make everything better. 

Genre: angst/comfort

Words: 1721

sorry I changed it a bit and just wrote general yoongi comfort because you guys seem to like that (and so do I)~~ thanks for requesting!! <3

he’s beautiful LOOK AT HIM

To say I had been having a hard day would be an understatement. 

It started off badly when I found out I had saved an alarm for 7pm instead of 7am the night before. The alarm was for an exam I had that day - I had stayed up all night revising for it. Yoongi and I had decided to go on a date afterwards to celebrate, and I had planned to wake up early to get some extra work in. 

But instead, I woke to my phone ringing and a friend in my class asking if I was okay, and where I was, because the test was about to start. I threw on some clothes and barely even locked the door before I was running to my college, knowing the bus would take too long. I arrived, sweaty and barely awake, just in time for it.

But my rush of a morning and anxiety levels that were already off the charts meant I had a complete mental blank in the middle of the test, and forgot everything I had stayed up so late cramming into my head. I almost cried when I handed the paper in, knowing without even getting it back that I had failed, and thinking about how important it was to my final grade. I pushed back tears, knowing I just had to get through the rest of the day before I could see Yoongi.

However, my optimism was quickly crushed when I realised that I had forgotten to bring my money in, so I couldn't buy any lunch, and with the speed that I had got dressed and left this morning, I hadn't even had time to eat. On top of that, I had a huge argument with my friend after the exam. It was about something stupid, but still hurt and upset me all the same.

By my last class, I just wanted to go home. The only thing keeping me going was the thought of seeing Yoongi, and just forgetting about everything else. As the day dragged on, my head and body began to ache, and the urge to cry became more and more prominent. All I wanted to do was get home.

Then I missed my bus. It might not seem like the biggest deal, but with the rain that had begun pouring down, and the difficulty I was already having at even getting enough energy to walk, it pushed me over the edge. Everything seemed to pile up as I watched the bus drive off and stood in the rain, knowing all my books were getting soaked, and I would have to walk the whole way home. There wouldn't be another bus for an hour. I ran my hands through my hair, groaning, and felt my eyes sting. A lump formed in my throat and I gritted my teeth in an attempt to stop myself from crying.

I stood there for a moment, my mind blank. It was almost an involuntary movement as my fingers shakily reached for my phone, sheltering the screen from the rain with my other hand as I squinted to dial Yoongi's number.

"Hey," He answered casually, and I could tell from his voice that he was smiling. I let a tear slip from my eye as I blinked, and it clung to my eyelashes along with the raindrops, before falling and tracing a hot pattern down my cheek. I tried to smile, but my lips were shaking and the lump in my throat only grew at the sound of him speaking.

"Hey," I said back, my voice wavering. "Would you mind doing me a favour?" I knew my voice was high pitched and shaking, despite how hard I was trying to keep it steady. I just wanted the day to be over.

"What is it?" He asked quickly, and I knew he had heard the tremor in my voice; the tears that had built up in my eyes again.

"Can you come get me?" I ducked my head away from the rain, feeling my top begin to soak through.

"Of course. Where are you?" His voice held a hint of panic, but he remained calm and as soothing as ever. I could hear him moving, probably already walking towards the door.

"I'm at the bus stop outside college." I almost whispered, trying to calm down my breathing and still my shaking hands. I couldn't stop replaying the events from the day, my mind running over every stupid thing I had done.

"I'm on my way, baby, do you want me to stay on the line with you?" I let a sad smile lift up the corners of my mouth at how sweet he was. As much as his voice was calming me down, I didn't want him to talk to me and drive at the same time.

"No, don't worry, just focus on driving. Thank you so much." I whispered, my teeth beginning to chatter.

"I'll be there soon, okay? Just hold on." I nodded even thought he couldn't see me, and put my phone away when he hung up. I was shivering all over by then, both from my anxiety and the cold. The street was completely deserted and I sighed shakily, feeling the water begin to drip down the back of my neck, praying for Yoongi to get to me as soon as possible.

It was almost fifteen minutes before he came. Not that it was his fault, of course, but by that time I couldn't even feel my fingers, and I was completely soaked. Yoongi's car rounded the corner and slowed beside me, and I quickly got in, barely able to shut the door with how badly I was shaking. He started driving almost as soon as I was inside, but looked over at me worriedly as he did so.

"Y/N." I heard him say as he took me in, and he grabbed my hand, taking a sharp breath in when he felt my skin. "You're so cold, oh my god."

I started crying, overwhelmed by the warmth inside the car, and suddenly thinking about how I was probably ruining his seats with my soaking clothes, along with everything else clouding up my head.

"Oh, Y/N, baby, no." He breathed, clutching my hand tighter, keeping his eyes on the road but glancing at me with a pained expression. "Just breathe okay, you're fine, I promise. Everything's fine."

I nodded, hunched over, trying to keep as little of me on the seats as possible. The whole way back he spoke slowly and reassuringly to me, never letting go of my hand. I began to calm my breathing, feeling his effect wash over me. By the time we got home I wasn't crying anymore, just exhaustedly sniffling, still shivering from my wet skin and clothes.

We hurried inside, through the rain, and I gasped at the warmth inside Yoongi's apartment. I wiped under my eyes, shaking out my shoes, embarrassed at how I was behaving. He slipped off his own shoes before turning to me. 

He sighed again at the sight of me and gently took my head in both his hands, pushing my face into his chest, ignoring the way my soaking hair began to stain his shirt.

"Come on." he took my hand and began leading me upstairs, still shivering. "Let's get you out of those clothes."

He sat me down on the bathroom counter, helping me out of my soaking trousers. I felt pathetic, and uncomfortable, and kept my head down as he pulled off my socks gently, hands warm agains my frigid skin.

"Arms up." He commanded softly, and I obliged, too tired to even respond. He gently pulled my shirt off and put it in the hamper with the other clothes. He kissed my forehead quickly.

"I'll be back in a second."

A moment later he came back in with some of his own clothes, and helped me pull them over my still shivering body. In his hoodie and sweatpants, I followed him into the bedroom, where he pointed at the bed, not saying anything. I followed wholeheartedly, practically falling into the covers and letting out a sigh of relief at the warmth that I was enveloped in.

I was much calmer by the time Yoongi came back in, my breaths even and my eyes tired. I gave him a grateful smile as he placed a mug of hot chocolate on the table beside me, without a word. He walked over to the other side of the bed, getting in and opening his arms.

I sighed again, happily moving closer and letting him wrap his arms around me, rubbing up and down my back slowly as I pushed my face into his chest.

"What happened?" He murmured, pressing his cheek against the top of my head. I closed my eyes, frowning.

"I just had a really, really bad day."

It sounded stupid, but he hummed in response, tracing his fingers up my spine.

"Wanna talk about it?"

I shook my head against him and felt him nod, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Okay."

"I'm sorry." I muttered, thinking of the date we were supposed to have, and his car seat, and how he now had to take care of me.

"No, no." He spoke softly, tightening his arms around me. "Don't be, okay?" He tilted his head back to see me, and I looked up at him, meeting his eyes. After a moment he leaned down and pressed a delicate kiss to my lips, barely touching, and then one to my nose, before wrapping me up again. He didn't say anything more, but he didn't need to. I knew just through his actions everything he was telling me: he loved me, and supported me, and just wanted me to be okay.

I found his hand and took it gently, tightening my grip around him with a small smile. The day became less significant - almost forgotten about - and the things that had seemed so terrible didn't seem as important as I breathed him in, my body relaxing against his side. He brought my hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against the back of it gently. 

"How did I get so lucky?" I murmured, and he let out a soft chuckle, running his fingers through my hair and down to my waist.

"I could ask the same thing."

masterlist

[fleurdelilies]

Initial SKAM finale reactions that literally no one asked for...

And that are like two months too late. But I need to dump these somewhere and the internet seemed as good enough a place to do it. 

V I L D E

Vilde's clip made my heart feel fragile. I have a friend who reminds me of her and that kind of faked happiness. I desperately want to give her a hug. 

 H E Y  B R I S K E B Y

Yousef dropping everything to answer Sana's call while filming is everything. 

I lied. The balloon squad doing a voiceover of his call is everything ("Yousef... You're following me and I can tell you're stalking me on social media. I've had enough of you.") 

Just to bring it home: THE BALLOON SQUAD IS SICK OF YOUSEF TALKING ABOUT SANA. 

Elias "My bro dumped me for my sister" Bakkoush 

P - C H R I S

P. Chris is still very very attractive. Would just like to reiterate that. 

Wow, deja vu (Eva pushing her fuckboy off the bed).

*on the subject of P. Chris and Eva* "I'm sure you'll figure that out" Um... lady we've been waiting four seasons.

J O N A S

Emma? No, thank you. What's the return policy on irrelevant characters? 

Shitty, nosy, gossipy boys... I missed them. 

So does P. Chris have Penetrator-Chris on his driver's license? Does his mom call him Penetrator-Chris too?

"Uh, I'm Catholic." Iconic. 

MAGNUS IMITATING WILLIAM’S HAIR.

C H R I S

Noora bringing back those season two outfits, girl. (How sad is it that I remember that top?)

Chris Berg is a top-notch friend bc Lord knows I love mine and I would never lend them 100 dollars to buy a top. 

Not even going to comment on Emma.

This lady is just casually giving life advice with a dildo on her desk. Goals. 

Chris, you are the absolute best friend Vilde could have asked for since DAY ONE IN THAT CLUB BATHROOM. 

Damn, I need this school nurse in my life. 

E V E N  + H E Y  B R I S K E B Y

Of course, this extra ass thirsty hoe made a YouTube video. No, I'm not crying, you are. 

I love being able to see Even from his perspective and see how he sees Isak. Fuck, I love Even's character. 

And can I just say, s1 Isak would not have been able to handle that but s4 Isak is like "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME AND MY BOYFRIEND!?" 

MY BOYYYYYS (all of them). My heart, you guys, is so full rn. 

W I L L I A M

Is this the wrong time to admit Noora and William are why I started watching Skam? Idk man, I still love them. They have their problems and shit (and I do want to talk about why people have an issue w/him), but they're crazy for each other. Like they're just this embodiment of heady, visceral, overwhelming first love. That feeling of "I will die without this person" is just such a big part of being a teenager in love and feeling like everything that happens is just so monumental. And that's not to say that love afterward isn't as fulfilling in other ways, but nothing really has the same immensity and fire of your first romance? 

E S K I L D  &  L I N N

Everyone needs an Eskild in their life. I need an Eskild. You need an Eskild. We all need an Eskild. And if you're the Eskild in people's lives... thank you for being you. 

Watch me tear up over my two favorite roommates. 

D E A R  S A N A 

Omg omg omg I'm about to cry is this the end really? 

The toilet paper rooooolls. 

Isak coercing his bf into making food for him. I could watch them eat forever. 

*cough* So... Evak takes Morocco spin-off? Anyone?

Omg, Noora you dirty girl. 

YO, ESKILD POWERPOINT PRESENTATIONS ARE MY LIFE. 

Isak/Sana friendship, guys. 

Vilde and Chris break my heart and put it back together. 

P-Chris looks A+ in that shirt. 

...

...

Um, what the actual fuck just happened. 

I am laughing so fucking hard. Is this why people are so pissed?

SPEECH TIME GET READY FOR MY TEARS.

... Just picture me sobbing profusely on top of my laptop. That’s about accurate.

That ending left me emotionally exhausted folks.

I want to discuss why it’s so great, but that will be for another time.

[chooserecovery]

Response to the submission starting with “ Hi! I kind of need help.”

Hi! I kind of need help. I get really angry lately (sometimes over very small things, or over nothing at all) and when I’m in that state I can’t contain all this anger, I’m shaking and I just can’t handle it! For example I often get annoyed with my mum even though she didn’t do anything that could usually annoy me (today it was not closing the bathroom window). It feels like puberty all over again. I know it is totally irrational but I can’t help it. And I always take this anger out on myself, I cut, hit or scratch myself to let it all out. And I know its not healthy and I read your post abt preventing self harm but when I’m in that state I just can’t control it. It’s like I’m burning on the inside and the only way to stop this fire in my chest is to harm myself! And it’s EXHAUSTING. Afterwards I am so drained that I usually hide in my bed and cry. Honestly, like a toddler. I probably have depression too, so idk if that only happens because I’m messed up? I feel like a monster and I’m scared that I’ll hurt myself or the people around me. I read about borderline and other kinds of disorders, but nothing really seems to fit to what I’m experiencing so idk what’s wrong with me. I know I should see a therapist but I can’t bring myself to call there. And my mum tells me i should do it myself bc she doesn’t know when I have time and I’m old enough to do it myself (I’m 17), even though I’ve explained her multiple times that I won’t be able to call there.I would appreciate your advise. Sorry for writing so much. (Also can you answer without mentioning my tumblr so that it’s anonymous?) Thank you

Friend, you don’t need to apologize for writing a lot; have you SEEN my answers? You’re fine. More words usually means I have more info to work with, anyway, which means I can try to make my answer more applicable to your situation. I promise you, cannot bother me by typing a lot.

Now, on to the actual content.

TBH if someone told me that you were my past self time-travelling to write this, I wouldn’t doubt them. You are very much not alone in this. So, for what it’s worth, this type of feeling can absolutely pass; I’m generally a calm guy these days, and I never did end up hurting anyone like I was terrified that I would. I can’t say that you’re in exactly the same place that I was, people obviously have feelings for different reasons and different things help them, but I’ve definitely been somewhere similar and didn’t end up the way I was scared that I would, so I feel pretty comfortable in saying that things don’t have to go the way that you’re worried that they will.

The fact that you’re depressed probably is playing into it. Mental illness pretty much by definition means that you’re going to be under a lot of stress emotionally, and in some people that stress will manifest as anger. It doesn’t have to be over anything that makes sense; brains can just see the most minor inconvenience as yet another thing that’s causing them stress, and so it makes it seem like a much bigger issue than it otherwise would be. Think straw that broke the camel’s back; the window is the straw, and the depression is the 200 pound bag that the straw was placed on top of. This may not be the case, I am in no way qualified to diagnose you, but I have seen things show up this way before, so I am just saying that it is possible for it to happen.

For trying to get a therapist, I’d check if there’s any way that you can email them. I don’t know exactly how the system works where you are, but its entirely possible that there are alternate forms of contact, and it may be easier to type something out than to call in. Failing that, I’ve had a friend impersonate me on the phone for calls that I didn’t feel like I could make, so if you have a friend who may be willing to do that for you, it couldn’t hurt to ask. And, failing that, as a Fully Certified Adult who has to do things like make Dr’s appointments and call customer service, I promise you that once you’re actually on the line, it’s not as scary as you expect it to be. Whoever you deal with is most likely going to be friendly and try to help you get what you need, and also odds are good that they hate being on the phone just as much as you do (you don’t know how many phone rep people I’ve heard say that they hate being on the phone when they’re off the clock) so they’re not likely to judge you for being uncomfortable.

As for the anger itself, is it sudden and out of nowhere, or is there usually some sort of stress leading up to it that you try to suppress and it just ends up boiling over? 

If there’s buildup, then you can try doing things to relieve stress beforehand. It’s pretty common to try to shove things down automatically, but it doesn’t let you actually deal with things. Take some time to vent to someone or write in a journal or do some sort of physical activity, or take a bath, or whatever it is that works for you; again, every has different things that they respond to, so try to find out what you need and do that. Personally, I strongly recommend physical activities for this; they can generate endorphins which can help emotionally and also you manage to work some of the energy out. I found running and boxing to be particularly helpful when I felt like I was going to explode on someone. Whatever works for you, the earlier you can try to address those feelings, the easier it usually is to get them out because they haven’t had as much time to dwell; practice doing what you can to take care of yourself on a regular basis.

Whether there’s buildup or it seems completely out of nowhere, once you get into that state, then your best option it probably going to be trying your best to redirect that energy. Again, physical activity seems like it would probably suit you well here. Aside from that, if you can find the patience for them, breathing exercises can help get your fight-or-flight response to calm down and give you a little bit of distance from your feelings. A common technique recommended for anger management is to try to count down from ten every time you notice yourself getting angry, but this really is hard to implement when it’s truly explosive and you don’t get much warning of when it’s going to happen.

One more thing that I’d recommend is trying mindfulness techniques. Not just when you feel like you’re getting angry, but in general. It helps you develop a habit of paying more attention to what you’re feeling which can help you catch tings earlier and possibly give you more time to address them before they overwhelm you.

The whole feeling exhausted and crying thing is absolutely a normal reaction following extreme anger. To do a quick little biology tidbit, when you get angry, your body is getting flooded with a lot of hormones that are trying to prep you to either fight for your life or run away, because as far as your body is concerned, there’s not much of a difference between “I got in an argument with a family member” and “this tiger just tried to eat me.” Either way, stress hormones get your metabolism running full force, and your body needs time to recover after that. So, go ahead and rest and cry if you need to, and maybe consider getting a snack or some juice or something to help you to help you replenish those fuel stores that you burnt up while you were angry; sometimes a little bit of sugar can help make the emotional crash a little bit less terrible.

But if you can only take one thing away from this answer, I want it to be this: you are not a monster. You are in pain, and you are lashing out, and you deserve help in dealing with what you’re going through. But you are not a monster, your feelings do not have to be permanent, you can learn techniques to manage your anger and you can have aggressive or violent thoughts without having to act on them--thoughts cannot hurt anyone, and you are not a bad person for having them. 

--Luke

[smittenwithlouis]

Best of the 🦇 Fic

Aka Waiting On You by @lads-laddylads​

This is easily one of my favorite fics so I’ve compiled some of my favorite quotes, lines, and moments from this masterpiece. Enjoy!

⚰️ [Spoiler Warning!] 💉 

“You’re feisty for someone so small” [Definition of Louis Tomlinson right here ijs :/]

Harry bites the way he talks, and walks, and kisses, with an intensity that’s somehow on the right side of too much, overwhelming without being overbearing. [ Gentle 🦇 lover Harry tho...need I say more?]

¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡WALL SEX!!!!!!!!!!

“What if he saw you up against the wall and taking my cock like this, this desperate for it after you tried so hard to pretend you weren’t interested?” [Lmao gentle lover but then he a nasty™ exhibitionist kinky bastard...excuse me but like...sign me tf up :/ also Niall would be out there pulling a Regina George’s Mom move with a video camera. Lets be real...aslo me as Niall]

"Please, c’mon, bite me again,”....“Baby, I don’t need more—” Harry begins .....”No, I need it, please, Harry, just—” Louis says, and when he sees Harry’s fangs descend, he feels like he could cry with relief [Honestly this scene killed me bc like LMAO he’s gagging to be bitten like...let that sink in for a sec and then you have 🦇 Harry like no no baby I’m good like u don’t gotta but Louis is like BINCH this for my pleasure not u tf...Iconic]

Louis turns around, he sees his clothing from the club last night in a neatly folded pile on the floor [Harry deadass fucking folded Louis’ clothes before he left. Like why is this such a Harry thing to do?When will your one night stand EVER, Lmao I HATE]

They may start humping each other with the next few minutes, and Louis wants to tell them to leave room for Jesus [Louis is such a little binch...why didn’t he leave room for J when he was dry humping Harry at the club?...smh]

“You’re all so fucking full of yourselves and it disgusts me.”....“You were so fucking full of me last week and you didn’t seem disgusted by that” [I SCREAMED SO LOUD LMAOOOOO. Honestly. I’m here for Harry calling out Louis in all his bs. This was iconic]

“Because people get off on being bitten? It’s like...a sexual thing...“Mmmm, no, that’s pretty much just you” [Imagine being that deep in denial or having no once of self awareness. Like kinda felt bad that he didn’t realize his own damn kink but LMAO now all his friends know he gets off on being bitten. Oh Louis hahahaha. Also, Harry being all smug about it. BYE]

Louis gently burrows his feet under Harry’s thigh. It keeps his toes warm [This was just so cute and super relatable cause I literally do the same thing rip]

A young vampire who looks like he’d rather be actually dead than undead and working at Panera [This line LMAO. Idk if many people appreciate this type of humor but I do. I giggled so much]

“I’m a cop and I could report this restaurant for at least three health code violations” [Hahaha he’s so endearing and so aggravating at the same time. But its so cute how he does shit like this and you know on the surface it pisses Louis off but in reality he’s so endeared by it. I’m here for Harry cheating to get what he wants tbh]

“Up we go” Harry says [STOP this was so cute! Literally all I pictured was that gif of that bodyguard picking Louis up like he weighed nothing :’) my smol son...bless him]

“Vampires don’t even fucking sweat” Louis mutters to himself angrily [Okay but how iconic was this scene? Harry is such a damn tease. Louis had been fantasizing about H covered in oil and as if H KNEW he was like I don’t got oil but this water will do...like LMAO. So Louis being sexually frustrated and grumpy like a kitten with a “🦇s don’t sweat” was just so funny lol]

“Are we — are we gonna have sex now?” Louis asks when Harry lays him down.Harry laughs, and that seems rude. Louis and Harry have had sex before, so why not have it again? Louis is in his bed, after all, so he doesn’t understand why Harry is trying to play hard to get. Why else would Louis be in his bed?Louis feels his eyes slipping closed, but he’s going to ask these questions because he wants answers.“Just go to sleep, baby,” Harry says softly, and no. No, Louis isn’t going to do that [The damn nerve Louis has to say Harry is the one playing hard to get BOI lol. But like this scene is so endearing. Like, Harry just saved his ass and Louis is so damn drunk and HARRY CALLED HIM BABY. Ugh its disgustingly sweet. I love it :’)]

“Smaller than I remember,” Louis says, swallowing hard. Harry’s smirk only widens [I’m that gif of that dude looking into the camera like I’m in the office. Like, Louis trying to pretend like Harry doesn’t have a monster**** and didn’t get fucked for an inch of his life is so fucking petty and hilariously embarrassing lol]

“So, I was thinking that we should have sex,” Louis says suddenly, and Harry chokes on his drink [This was so abrupt and just lololol he was so done with being sexually frustrated this was also when I screamed FINALLY BINCH]

¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡HANDCUFF SEX!!!!!!!!!!

“I want to watch the Vampire Diaries,” Louis decides finally [need I say more lmaooo]

He reaches for Harry. Harry opens his arms to Louis immediately, burying his face into Louis’ neck, and Louis shivers slightly, rubbing at Harry’s back [this was such a small and tender moment. It was just so cute since up to this point they had rarely been really affectionate like this it just made me feel all asdfghjkl...also tho I felt bad for Niel]

Louis can’t help but scoot closer to him, wrapping his arms around Harry’s torso and clinging to him like a koala bear [this was just cute okay???]

Finally, Harry huffs out a sigh and leans in, giving Louis a kiss on his cheekbone [I live for small little moments like this FUCK ME UP with emotions and feelings rip]

"I have Steve talking about pterodactyl porn, I have Niall speculating about whether it’s legal to marry ducks in the District of Colombia" [shit like this makes me side eye writers tbh like...now I know u’ve seen or talked about some weird shit. Like, Emma how did u even come up with this??? How much pterodactyl porn have u watched? like...I’m not judging u or nuffin but lowkey I’m like how much of a freak is she? Ya feel me? Get back to me on this lmao I need explanations....]

Harry’s shirt is riding up slightly, exposing the trail of hair that leads into Harry’s boxers, and there’s a small bit of a drool pooling on Harry’s skin. Oops [Excuse me but like this is so cute? Louis droolin on Harry...as gross asit may be like...how endearing tho? Again little shit like this is what makes me adore fics so much. Bless]

“Why aren’t you into me?” The words burst out of Louis suddenly, and that definitely wasn’t what he meant to say [This made me feel so asdfghjkl for Louis cause like I felt bad but also it was his fault in the first place but again with him bursting out with his feelings is so cute]

“I was waiting on you,” Harry says simply, and Louis’ heart skips a beat [I SCREAMED SO LOUD LIKE YALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE WHEN AUTHORS PUT THE TITLE IN THEIR STORY OR LIKE THE TITLE COMES FROMA LINE IN THE STORY. BLESS UP]

“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t want you,” Harry says, pulling away just enough to speak. “Do you think I handcuff all of my friends and let them ride me on the sofa?” His eyes are sparkling [Honestly Louis...like wyd boi]

Louis can tell that even in the throes of pleasure, Harry’s first concern is making sure Louis doesn’t get hurt [Gentle 🦇 lover Harry at it again]

Harry bites into Louis’ left ass cheek with his fangs, and Louis cries out loudly enough that he’d be concerned for Harry’s neighbors if he cared about anything other than this right now [How much nastier™ can this get tho? BYE]

Harry reaches his finger down Louis’ crack, teasing gently, but he can’t quite reach where he wants to touch. He makes a frustrated noise and hitches Louis’ leg up, forcing Louis to wrap his arms around Harry’s neck until he’s up against the wall yet again [Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS OUT IN PUBLIC LIKE WYD??? LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS!! So, Harry loves to have Louis pinned to walls and lives for the exhibitionism...me as H tbh]

“I didn’t even hear the goddamn door open,” Louis mutters. “But what’s your excuse? You have super hearing!” [He was to busy fingering u in the bathroom hallway NOT EVEN IN THE BATHROOM but the damn hallway!! :/ Also, did he even wash his hands afterwards? Harry over there talking about health code violations to the wanting to be dead, undead Panera boy but he over here fingering Louis’ ass and not even washin his hands afterwards...ya nasty]

Harry goes full on drama with it and dips Louis right there in the middle of the restaurant [Louis as if ur life doesn’t revolve around drama...sit yo big ass down istg...also this was extra af but cute af so like I’m here for this]

He wraps his larger pinky around Louis’ smaller one as he speaks, and Louis gives him a small smile and nods [THIS IS LOWKEY SUBLIMINAL ADVERTISING FOR PNL. YOU AIN’T SLICK BINCH. I SEE U. Anyways, y’all can read Pinkies Never Lie HERE. Good shit. Good shit...lots of hot sex especially H wearing his rings fingering Louis scene...ijs. This scene was cute too btw]

It was raining that day, and in Louis’ mind’s eye, every rain droplet that hit the car window was there to cleanse him of everything that he had been with Luke [Literally look can CHOKE but I liked this sentence quite a lot]

“And in the last ten minutes, I’ve revised my opinion on your intelligence quite a bit, so for it to go even lower is saying something" [Listen, Nick being involved was quite a shock I will admit...but also he was literally so dumb af in this scene and I love that Harry told him so lololol]

“Louis,” Harry says, and Louis forces his eyes open again. “I love you. I love you so much.” “I love you too,” Louis says, voice quiet and raspy from the damage done to his neck. “Yeah?” Harry says, smiling as he wipes some blood from the corner of Louis’ mouth. “Don’t get cocky about it,” Louis says. His vision is spotty and Harry’s voice sounds very far away. Harry laughs, eyes still wet with tears. “You hadn’t said. Before.” “I was waiting on you,” Louis says, a small smile on his face, echoing what Harry had once said to him [This fucking scene ripped my heart out like wtf SO ASDFGHJKL!!!!!!!!!!!! Like this would be the time they said I love you. I HATE but like I love all at once??? and Like this time Louis was waiting on Harry and IM A MESS FUCC U EMMA U SUCC!!!]

Louis can feel Harry’s fingers tracing a three on his good wrist, and he realizes suddenly that he’s not drawing a three, that he was never drawing a three. He’s drawing a heart [THIS. JFC. Honestly Emma you’re such a sapp...this was so fucking cute and fluffy and asdfghjkl FUCC U]

“But don’t pull a stunt like that ever again,” James says, smiling ear to ear. “I don’t need my lead detective to be the first vampire to die of a heart attack in the history of vampirism” [Lmao me as James...honestly the way Louis attracts trouble...Harry would get a damn heart attack lol]

“Why does everyone always think that arguing is our version of a mating ritual" [Is this binch forreal??? Cause it literally was...they’re bickering and arguing was all foreplay tbh. LOLOLOL]

“Oh Luke,” he says, voice amused. “You still don’t get it. I figured out for myself that I was worth something long before I even met Harry. He was just the first vampire I’d met in a while who believed it too” [YASSSSSSSSS BINCH. THIS RIGHT HERE!!!! IS SO IMPORTANT.SO SO SOOOO IMPORTANT!!! HE DON’T NEED NO ONE TO REALIZE AND KNOW HE’S WORTH IT]

While Harry gets their satanic ritual or whatever it is he’s aiming for going [Hahahaha again with this type of humor. I LOVEEEE]

“A lifetime with you is never going to feel like enough,” Harry says honestly” ... “I guess it’s good that you’re going to have me for longer than that, then,” Louis says [LOUIS GONNA BE A VAMP!!!! FOREVER TOGETHER IM SO HAPPY!!! Also, can we get a sequel? drabble? SUMFFIN?? I vote for hot and hard 🦇 sex ayeee!]

“We were worth the wait” Louis clarifies finally [BINCH FUCK U IMA MESSSSSSSS]

Anyways, this is long af and totally unnecessary but I enjoyed reading this SO DAMN MUCH. I’m in love with this fic. There was a little bit of everything I enjoy reading. I’m still a bit annoyed that I didn’t guess Nick was the second person involved...I was always side eyeing Jeff just cause he didn’t do shit in this fic (funny how art imitates real life lol) and thought it would of been a big WTF lol. Emma, I know this fic was a nightmare at times to write but thank you so much for writing this. Especially bc it was somewhat out of your comfort zone and stuff so I really appreciate it. Okay, Imma stop being sappy and shit but you know how much my weird ass adores fics like this. So, THANK YOU! 

Everyone please go read the 🦇 fic if ya haven’t already and if you have...READ IT AGAIN. 

Xx.

[heesgf]

zeen your words are really doing something to my tiny heart🤧💗💞💓 my time at the restaurant was fun but i felt like crying after 4h idk i just felt so overwhelmed at that moment :(( but i did get some ice cream afterwards hehe our local shop had some caramel ice cream and it was so good😌💗 i think you‘ll love it too uwu!! i hope you‘ve had a great weekend zeen i love you soso much!! how have you been?? —your guardian angel peep💌 (uwu)

peep ur heart is not tiny omg it’s enormous!!!! 💘💖💗💓💝💞 i know how u feel bby :’((( idk sometimes life can feel really intense.. that’s when i need a five minute bathroom break🤧 im so happy the ice cream helped you relax a little bit (i had ice cream the other day too??? soulmate energy uwu!!) my weekend has been good so far!! and now im studying for my calc test🙃 i hope you’ve been doing really well and im sending you all my love!!! i love u… my angel💗💗💗

[yuriyuu]

Yuriyuu for a shipping thing?

How did they they meet?

In the bathroom where Yuri yelled at Yuuri when he was crying lmao. A+ first impression. 10/10 would recommend.

Who developed romantic feelings first?

Yuri for sure. I think Yuri’s feelings go unrequited for a long time because I don’t think he’s very good at acknowledging what he feels and he’s even worse at expressing his feelings. But boy oh boy is it the most confused and agonizing pining ever.

Who is their biggest “shipper?”

Let’s be real here it’s probably Yuuka. 

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

Dude I’ve come up with like a billion different scenarios but I will share my favorite one from an unfinished fanfic I’m working on

The first time they kiss,Yuri yanks Yuuri down by the drawstrings of his over sized hoodie andpresses their lips together, because he refuses to stand on his toesfor anyone. The kiss, it’s awkward and out of no where, but seeingYuuri’s flustered, flabbergasted reaction makes it worth it. Yuuritrips over his words, forgets how to form coherent sentences.

“Try not to think toomuch about it,” Yuri says all smug as he walks away, hands shovedinto the pockets of his jeans. Don’t be fooled by his nonchalantappearance though. Inside, he’s absolutely beaming that he managedto gather the courage, and the reckless stupidity, to kiss him likethat. He’s mighty content with himself right now, and deems that tobe an excellent first kiss.

Who confessed their feelings first?

The way I see it, Yuri is too proud/oblivious to his feelings to admit he has feelings on Yuuri, and Yuuri doesn’t have very good confidence so it doesn’t even occur to him the possibility of Yuri liking him. Actually, I think it’s Yuuka who has to intervene and sort of push their confession along lol. 

I think it’s Yuuka who suggests to Yuuri that Yuri might like him (oh she knows tho, she knows Yuri likes him), and then Yuuri asks Yuri about it and poor bby nearly implodes on the spot, but Yuri admits it after much denial and trying to cover up his feelings and then they confess and everything is dandy.

What was their first official date?

I think it’s something simple like a walk to the park or maybe to an arcade since they are both into video games. Maybe they go out for dinner together afterward~

How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

I can’t imagine it’s something either of them really enjoy lmao. Yuuri is a very private person, and while Yuri posts a lot on social media, I think he’s pretty private about his feelings with people. Though I can see Phichit dragging them out on a double date just because it’s “the thing” to do lol. Yuri and Yuuri agree never again haha.

What do they do in their down time?

They play video games together!! (can I interest you in my YuriYuu MMO AU? :3c) I also think they enjoy cooking together and sleeping in.

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?

Yuri felt accepted into the home right away. I think Hasetsu is more of a home to him than his hometown is tbh, and that’s because of the environment that the Katsuki family creates. They are just very loving and accepting people! Plus it also helps that Yuri had met them before and they already liked him. It’s totally smooth sailing and not awkward at all.

I don’t think Yuri’s parents are as thrilled with the idea, and I think it’s stressful for both of them. :( (I don’t really headcanon Yuri’s parents as particularly supportive people lakdsjfasdf) 

BUT

Introducing Yuuri to his grandpa and getting his grandpa’s blessing was one of the happiest days of Yuri’s life.

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?

I think their first major fight was over a lack of communication about feelings and not understanding how each other needs to be comforted or work through their emotions.

I think Yuuri is definitely a person who needs a lot of verbal support and affection, like he *needs* the verbal confirmations because otherwise he doesn’t really believe it to be true. I think Yuri understands this to a degree, but Yuri is more action oriented. He doesn’t always understand the impact his words can have, especially on someone like Yuuri. While Yuuri knows how Yuri is, sometimes it’s just entirely the wrong thing at the very wrong moment.

I also think Yuuri is the kind of person who actually needs to wallow in his self-pity for a little while to truly work through things, but Yuri does not understand this like at all. @_@ Yuri is very “go go go! Here I will do everything I can to motivate you!!” and it can easily get overwhelming lol. And poor Yuri is so in tune to how Yuuri is feeling that all he wants to do is help him, but he doesn’t quite understand how yet.

But I think they both talk through it and actively work on this communication issue they have. I think they have several fights like this and and while it’s not common, it tends to build up but they both learn how to comfort and read each other better.

Which one is more easily made jealous?

It’s definitely Yuuri lmao. 

What is their favourite thing to get to eat?

I think they both really enjoy sharing their favorite childhood snacks from each other’s respective countries. I could say katsudon or pirozkhi but c’mon i’m trying to be original here.

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?

Yuri is surprisingly cuddly. I think that even though he grows to be taller than Yuuri, he enjoys it when Yuuri holds him. I also think that Yuri enjoys spooning a lot and he likes being the big spoon or the little spoon depending on his mood.

Are they hand holders?

Yes! Especially when they think no one is looking!!

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

What if I told you about asexual yuriyuus :3c

Who tops?

Can I interest you in asexual kinky yuriyuus with dom!yuuri. >:3c

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into?

I’m assuming this means fight?? I’m just going to assume this means fight.

I actually think it was from the scenario I mentioned above in an earlier question. Yuri needed time to mope around, and Yuri just wanted to make him feel better but wasn’t sure how to, and he ends up getting frustrated and saying the wrong thing because nothing he does is working. I think the worst ones would be early on in their relationship when they’re still learning each other’s quirks and communication differences.

Who does the shopping and the cooking?

Yuuri does the shopping and Yuri does the cooking! Yuri really, really loves cooking for Yuuri.

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?

Yuuri. Have you seen Yuri’s room jfc.

Who proposes?

Hmmmmm I actually have not been able to come up with a scenario I am satisfied with yet. But I really like the idea of Yuri proposing. :3

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?

Together??? idk I don’t know shit about this sort of thing lol.

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?

Again I don’t know much about how weddings are structured so i’m just going to say these are the important people in the wedding: Yuuka, Otabek, Phichit, and Mila.

Big Ceremony or Small?

I think small! They have enough spotlight on them with skating, I think they would wanna keep their wedding small and intimate lol. 

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?  

Based on the beach images we got, can I say they go to a beach for their honeymoon? :D Some place nice and tropical! 

Do they have children? How many?

I think they end up adopting one or two kids down the line. I’ve actually discussed a few parent!yuriyuu headcanons with @otabekismybff before. ^^