#ive honestly just been laughing about it since last night

[nereidprinc3ss]

hii i love love how u write spencer omds🥸

uhh i was wondering if you could write sth based off the song “we’ll never have sex” by leith ross? pls dont feel pressured to write this btw😭😭😭 hope ur having a good day lovely💗💗

hello my love i have no self control so this is extremely long and plotty but i love this song and i hope that this is any good at all crying emoji (i'm on a laptop LOL) enjoy!!

warnings/tags: angst/fluff, fem!reader, negative self-talk from reader, mentions of past sexual coercion/feeling used, mentions of past excessive drinking to combat social anxiety, ive been watching a lot of new girl lately and i think it shows, SO FRIENDS TO LOVERS, happy ending

You weren’t expecting to end up on Spencer Reid’s worn-leather couch at two in the morning, clutching a chipped mug of coffee in your hands as you listen to the sounds of the city from the street below. But there you are, sitting with your legs folded under you, in your favorite dress and first date-night makeup (now bleeding and smudged from all the crying.) And realizing that despite considering him one of your closest friends, you haven’t been to his apartment in a long time. There are, of course, good reasons for that—but you try to push those from your mind. 

“I’m really sorry about this,” you sigh, staring at your warped reflection in the glassy black surface of your coffee. Spencer is coming out of the small kitchen, now bearing his own cup. 

“Please, stop apologizing.” 

You glance up, tentatively studying him from behind the safety of your mug. While he may not have been asleep when you knocked on his door ten minutes ago, lachrymose and barely verbal, he must have been getting ready for bed. He’s clad in patterned pajama pants, mismatched socks, and an FBI crewneck that is just big enough to reveal the collar of the tee-shirt underneath. He’s already taken out his contacts, and you were startled by the reminder that he also has glasses. 

“So...” he begins, bringing you back to the present moment, “we don't have to talk about anything, if you don’t want to, but...” 

You sigh, watching coffee bubbles swirl like stars in a galaxy. 

“It’s fine. Honestly, I’m kind of embarrassed. I didn’t really think, I just... ended up here.” 

“Yeah... where did you come from?” he laughs quietly. “Not that I’m complaining. But I recall you not living super close by.” 

“No, no. I was actually on a date. Kind of.” 

“Ah.” There’s a beat of silence, and ostensibly Spencer is waiting for you to say more, but instead you take a sip from your mug. “At two in the morning?” You nod dully, staring at the labyrinthine pattern of the Persian rug.  

“I’m taking it that it wasn’t a very good date...?” 

A whoosh of air escapes from your puffed cheeks. 

“No it was not. Not by the end, anyway. It actually started really well, which made it even more disappointing when he...” you laugh, but there’s not much humor in it. “Well, when he kicked me out of his car on a street corner because I didn’t want to sleep with him.” 

You don’t look to see Spencer’s reaction—only take another long, baleful sip of coffee and ignore the heavy silence.  

“I’m really sorry. You... you deserve so much better than that.” 

An attempt at a jaded scoff from you falls flat. 

“Yeah, well. Tell that to the last three white house interns I’ve gone on dates with. It’s the same thing every time.” 

“Have you considered going on fewer dates with white house interns...?” The nervous humor is a thin veil over genuine critique. You shrug, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“It’s not just them. Every single guy I’ve liked since I was 15 has been like this. Even my past relationships, I felt like I was almost... tricked into, you know? I mean, these guys, they act all understanding and willing to take it slow or whatever, until you’re in a relationship, and suddenly they’re guilt tripping you so hard and making you feel so obligated to...” you catch yourself just in time, glancing up at Spencer. You’re not sure what to make of his expression. The drawn brow and slightly squinted eyes trained so intently on you could be sympathy, or anger, or pity, or apathy—you look away, not sure you even want to know what he’s thinking. “Sorry. You don’t need to hear all about that. Basically romance is exhausting and since I’ll clearly be single forever I’m considering running away to join a nunnery.” 

When he doesn’t respond for too long, you look back up quizically. 

“I’m not sure you know what romance actually is,” he says as soon as your gaze meets his, like the eye-contact activated some kind of hair-trigger in his vocal box. 

You blink, lowering the coffee cup to your lap. 

Says Spencer Reid? 

“...sorry?” 

He flushes, stammering to clarify himself. 

“I just meant—I—I know I’m not exactly fighting women off with a stick—” he interrupts himself with a self-conscious (adorable) laugh— “but... but I have been in love, at least once.”  

“Maeve,” you say, gently—trying to shove down bitter guilt as you remember how jealous you’d been when Spencer had first told you about her. “I remember.” 

He swallows and nods. 

“We never even met—we just talked. All the time. I had no idea what she looked like. But it didn’t matter at all. Because I knew her, and I loved her. Maybe things would have gone further if I hadn’t been calling her from public phone booths, but that wasn’t the most important thing to either of us. We were still in love.” You try to shut out the sharp ache in your chest. Being jealous of the way he speaks about a dead woman is so wrong.  

“What I’m trying to say is that romance isn’t solely about sex, or even physical appearance. It sounds to me like you’ve been with a lot of men who don’t understand that. And it would be such a shame for you to write romance off in general before you even get to experience it. You are... an extraordinary woman. You’re funny, and intelligent, and kind, and so capable of being loved. One day, someone is going to see beyond your pulchritude and prove that to you. I hope you let them try.” 

More tears blur the pattern on the rug, pooling in the rims of your eyes before spilling down your cheeks in fast, fat drops. Shakily you set the cup down, resting your elbows on your knees and hiding your face in your hands. You sniff once. Twice. Shake your head quickly, attempting to wipe the tears away without further smearing your makeup everywhere. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Spencer breathes, leaning forward but obviously unsure how to comfort you. “Please don’t cry, I wasn’t--I was trying to do the opposite of this.” 

“No, I’m sorry! You didn’t have to—you didn’t—I’m sorry. That was way too nice.” 

But you're not crying because he was nice.  

Someone will love you, but not me. That’s all you can hear. 

His voice is a mere whisper when he next speaks. 

“I meant every word.” 

You take a shuddering breath, allowing yourself a moment of reprieve behind the peaceful black of your eyelids. You can’t be looking at his face when you say what you’re about to say. 

“I had a crush on you for the longest time, you know.” 

Ringing silence. But it doesn’t last as long as you’d imagined. It’s not as world ending. 

“Had?” 

The little smile in his voice is like a fist around your heart. 

“Yeah. You know what changed?” 

“What’s that?” 

Absolutely nothing. 

“Every time I got super drunk and started hitting on you, you’d just drive me home. And I did it a lot. Like, for months. But you were such a gentleman. It drove me fucking crazy. So eventually I figured you just didn’t like me and I gave up.” 

Another stretch of silence. A breeze comes in from the open window, fluttering the curtains and cooling the tears on your face. His response is sad when it finally comes. 

“You thought I didn’t like you because I didn’t try to take advantage of you when you were drunk?” 

“Pretty much.” You smile ruefully, fingertips still pressed over your eyes. “God, listen to me. No wonder I get treated like garbage.” 

“Stop. Don’t talk about yourself like that. Did you hear anything I just said?” 

You sniff, looking to the ceiling. 

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. It was really sweet.” 

More silence. 

“But you don’t believe it.” 

A bitter laugh poisons the air around you. 

“I don’t know.  I’m kind of tired of waiting for someone to prove it to me. Just for once, I want someone to be interested in me beyond having sex in the back of their fucking... Range Rover, or whatever. Like, maybe all that stuff you said is true, but there’s no evidence to support it, and I know logically you’re probably right but I can’t help wondering if... if I’m the outlier. Maybe there just isn’t someone for me like that. Maybe I’m just gonna be the sex in the back of the Range Rover girl forever.” 

A noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob forces itself from your throat and you bury your face in your hands again, shaking your head. 

“Wow, I am so sorry,” you say a little too loudly, “I did not mean to be this honest tonight. Did you spike my coffee?” 

“You are not the outlier,” Spencer whispers.  

You sniff, lifting your head haltingly to look at him. 

“What?” 

His voice shakes slightly as he speaks. 

“You said you can’t help wondering if you’re the outlier, and maybe there just isn’t someone for you like that. That’s not true.” 

“Spencer, those are just words. You can’t possibly know that. Statistical probabilities don’t count.” 

“That’s... that’s not how I know.” 

Your heart drops as you study his face.  

No. 

Surely he’s not saying what you think he’s saying. 

Surely he wouldn’t do this to you after you’ve just told him everything you told him. You have been harboring feelings for him for years. Since you met. He can’t just spring this on you one night because you’re a little bummed out. If he felt the same, you would have found out a long time ago; he had ample opportunity to tell you. There was a period of months where you practically threw yourself all over him at every chance you got, and he did nothing. So this... this is just cruel—something you’ve never known Spencer Reid to be. 

You stand up, trembling slightly with rage and grief and humiliation. 

“Don’t do that. Don’t say things that you don’t mean just to make me feel better.” 

“What are you doing? Don’t--” 

You scoop up your purse, trying to get to the front door as fast as your gelatinous legs will allow. More tears are streaming down your face now and you don’t need him to see what he’s done to you—to see how much you care what he thinks. 

“It’s fine. Thanks for the coffee, I’ll see you around—” 

A hand around your wrist stops you in your tracks 

“Stop. Just... please give me a second to talk, okay?” 

With nothing left to give, you turn to him. 

“Don’t be mean, Spencer. Don’t act like you liked me too. That makes me feel... so much worse.” 

He takes a deep, shaky breath, as if steeling himself. Tawny eyes bore into your soul, and you realize that there is so much sheer nervous energy radiating off of him it’s infectious. Your heart begins to pound as he speaks. 

“I’m not doing that. I’m being an idiot, because you just told me that you don’t feel that way about me anymore but... but I do. And I have to tell you now because for six months I tortured myself wondering why you would flirt with me so much when you were hammered and then act like nothing happened the next day. There were so many times I almost told you how I felt but I didn’t and now I am because even if it ruins our friendship you need to know that somebody... that I wanted to be that person for you. I still do.” 

Your heart is like an unmoored zeppelin in your chest, bumping against your esophagus and threatening to either burst or jump out of your mouth. You take your chances, whispering so quietly it’s almost inaudible. 

“You... you like me?” 

“Yes,” Spencer sighs. “I have liked you for a very long time. And I’m sorry—” 

Whatever ridiculous thing he was going to apologize for, you don’t give him the chance. Instead you launch yourself at him, capturing his lips in a kiss that feels so much better than it’d ever been in your fantasies because it’s real. You hear his sharp intake of breath, but it only takes a second for him to respond, cradling your face in his hands like you’re the entire world. For a moment, time bends. Years of longing, of buried dreams crash into the present in a brilliant, dazzling explosion.

And then, as quickly as it started, he pulls away. The absence of his touch is like a vacuum, so much worse now that you know exactly how it feels to have his lips on yours, even if it was only for a few seconds. How the hell did you live like that for so long? How are you supposed to live like that ever again?

“You’re not thinking clearly,” he breathes, tilting his head back toward the ceiling like he’s barely holding onto his self control. “You just want someone to comfort you, I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re in an emotionally vulnerable state and confided in me which is manufacturing a false sense of attachment—” 

You grab his wrists, which still graze your jaw.

“Spencer, stop intellectualizing for thirty seconds. I promise you I am thinking clearly.” 

“You said you used to like me, past tense—” 

“Yeah, I did. Do you believe every single murderer who says he didn’t do it?” 

“No, but—” 

“Have you ever heard the phrase; a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts?” 

“Of course I have.” 

“Then what more could you possibly need to be convinced that I really like you? I already kissed you! What is stopping you?” 

Another deep breath is taken by him that seems to suck all the air out of the quiet room. Briefly, you wonder if you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake. If you really do like him so much more than he could ever like you.  

Until he looks back down, eyes so golden-brown in the dim light, so kind and full of affectionate concern as he carefully assesses every square centimeter of your face, looking for... well, you’re not exactly sure what. It’s like he’s extracting every thought from your head, turning them over like sun-warmed stones until he finds what he’s looking for. He smooths his hands over your hair, brushing strands away from your teary face. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of holding your breath, he speaks. 

“I just want you to believe what I believe about you. But I don’t want you to have to rely on me or anyone else for your own self-worth.” 

“Well, don’t you think very highly of yourself,” you tease with a sniffle. He laughs—it's quiet, but his smile is so bright without even trying that suddenly you can’t remember why you’ve ever been sad. The small miracle of his laughter makes you feel so light, and you realize it has nothing to do with the way he makes you feel about yourself. It has everything to do with who he is. 

Once the giggles die down, you tentatively mirror his hold on your face. 

“Spencer, I don’t like you because you like me. I’ve liked you for an embarrassingly long time. I liked you enough that I gave myself a severe hangover at least once a week for three months just so I could have an excuse to flirt shamelessly with you.” 

A half-sad smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, and he gently swipes under your eyes. 

“You never had to do that. I would have welcomed your sober brazen flirting with open arms.” 

“Well... do you believe me?” you plead. His amber eyes shine. 

“I do.” 

“Will you kiss me?” 

“If that’s what you want.” 

You nod, rising on your toes to meet him halfway. 

When your lips meet again, it is sweet, and honest, and slow, and deep. Still, there is no desperation--no race to an imagined finish line, no clash of teeth and pawing hands. It is a kiss for the sake of it—as if it were the greatest intimacy. Not a precursor to sharing a bed, but something bigger than that in and of its own. Something just as worthy and important. For the first time, you think you’re beginning to understand romance. And while you wouldn’t mind if things did escalate, you also know that Spencer knows that’s not what matters right now. Because he actually understands you—he actually cares. He will wait until you understand that you mean so much more than that to him.

To that end, he pulls away, gently supplanting his absence with a kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

“It would be polite of me to offer you a ride home, wouldn’t it?” he whispers, like it’s the last thing he wants to do. You bite the inside of your cheek, coming up with reasons not to go. One ridiculous one arises from the depths of your memory that you know he won’t be able to say no to. 

“Or... I could stay here, and we could watch one of those nerdy foreign films you’re always talking about?” 

A slow, perfect, high-watt smile blossoms on his face, and you know you’ve said exactly the right thing. 

“Nerdy? Oh, my darling girl... Soviet-era filmography is far from nerdy. небесная машина will completely defy what you thought you knew about the life of an average Russian villager in the 1950’s.” 

“Oh, good. Because I’ve really been meaning to change the way I think about the average 1950’s Russian villager,” you smile, already closing in to kiss him again. 

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epilogue

Three hours later, you’re crying because the life of the average Russian villager in the 1950’s was so much worse than you’d previously thought. 

“It was good, right?” Spencer asks as the credits roll over a bleak snowy sepia landscape, leaning back to get a better look at you. You sit up from where you’d been leaning against him, furiously wiping your eyes. 

“It was terrible! Why didn’t you tell me that everyone except the kid dies in the end?!” 

“Because that’s the whole point of the movie!” he laughs, pulling you back into him. “I’m sorry. I probably should have explained how depressing this entire era of film was outside of the US.” 

“And also how long the movies were. I was not prepared for how many five minute long clips of empty fields there were going to be.” 

“You’re right,” he ammends, wrapping his arms around you in a way that gives you butterflies and makes you sleepy at the same time. “Next time we can watch whatever you want to watch.” 

Time passes like that—you in his arms, watching weak light slowly flood the room with half-lidded eyes and listening to the sounds of the city waking up from the street below, underscoring the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Thoughts float by like leaves on the ever-flowing current of your mind, and you’re happy to let them pass until one in particular catches your attention. 

“Spencer?” 

He hums, like he’d been deep in his own proverbial river of thought. 

“What does pulchritude mean?” 

It takes him a split second to remember the bit of conversation from earlier to which you are referring, but when he does, he chuckles, running his hand over your messy hair. 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

And so you let it float away. 

[zerobaselove]

brain freeze | sung hanbin

pairing: frozen yogurt worker! hanbin x regular customer! reader

genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers ?? kinda ??

word count: 5067

warnings: none i don't think! lowercase intended, not proofread, or even read or written in one sitting truthfully

notes: thank u to tiff for convincing me to write this after our zb1 as part time workers conversation, it's honestly rlly rough but i like the concept so :]] i hope u guys like it,, especially since ive been mia </3

"welcome to cosmic swirls! our frozen yogurt is over on that wall there and the toppings are just to the right! you can come up here when you're all ready and i can ring you up!"

the cheerful boy at the front counter beamed at you as you walked through the front door of the new frozen yogurt shop in town, gesturing to the other side of the store. you gave him a smile and a small thank you as you followed the bright-coloured walls towards the frozen yogurt. after a long day at work, you couldn't help but give in to the temptation of trying the new sweet treats just across the street from your work.

the shop was lined with bright purple and blue paint and star decals, a wall filled with every topping you can imagine, and the plethora of flavours of frozen yogurt that lined where you stood. there was a faint hum of whatever tune was playing on the radio, and you could faintly hear the cute worker shuffling around at the counter. you honestly weren't expecting it to be so empty, but how many people were getting frozen yogurt on a thursday night, right?

"hmm," you wondered aloud, browsing the options in front of you, unable to decide on just one.

"i recommend the cotton candy!" the cute boy chimed up, watching as you admired the machines in front of you. "ooh, i like the sound of that," you smiled, grabbing a cup and filling it with the frozen dessert. you added a few simple toppings before walking over to the counter where the boy stood.

after ringing you up and paying for your treat, the boy, who you've noticed is named hanbin, judging by his name tag, speaks up. "hope you like my recommendation!" a wide smile crosses his face, gesturing to the pink and blue swirled frozen yogurt in your cup.

"and if i don't?" you teased, giving hanbin a mischievous grin. "well," he pondered for a moment, "then i owe you a new one! but i bet you'll love it, scouts honour!"

you let out a laugh at the boy with his hand up in the air, "well i'll keep you updated." you laughed again as you went to go sit down, scrolling through your phone as you tried the frozen yogurt, pleasantly surprised at how good it was. i guess that's why everyone's been talking about this place lately, you thought to yourself.

finishing up your treat, you threw out the cup and walked back to the counter, getting hanbin's attention. "so?" he started, a smile on his face as he waited to hear your review.

"hated it!" you said, joking around with the boy as a laugh passed your lips. he feigned offence, a hand coming to his chest dramatically as if you had personally struck his heart. "no way!! how could you!" the two of you burst into a fit of giggles, drawing the attention of the lone couple in the corner before covering your mouth with your palm.

calming down a bit, you continued, "guess i'll just have to come back and try a different flavour next time!" you insisted.

"i guess you will!"

and you did. in the coming weeks, you found yourself returning to the shop more times than you could consider normal. every time, trying a new flavour than before. had to give it all a shot right? even if some nights left you with a cup of half-eaten frozen yogurt or more toppings than dessert in an attempt to drown out a flavour you weren't particularly fond of.

what you had grown quite fond of though was the boy behind the counter. hanbin. over the weeks you had gotten to know hanbin a bit; often you were there late, one of the last people there at that time, which gave you two time to talk and get to know each other a bit.

what you had learned was that hanbin was a dancer outside of his daily employment. most of the time his paychecks went to different classes with teachers he admired. something about "wanting to learn from the best." you also learned that he had a small hamster plushie that he kept behind the counter with him, even got him a miniature apron that you could only imagine he stole from a small doll. but sometimes kids would come in and he'd show off his little friend, loving to watch the way they got excited over the worker hamster. it was cute. he was cute.

and with that thought clouding your brain like an all too familiar brain freeze, you walked through the familiar front doors yet again, the jingle of the bell signaling your entrance had become something you were sure you'd hear in your dreams.

"on time as usual," hanbin smiled at your familiar face, "what flavour are you going to try today?" he questioned as he watched you saunter over to the machines, grabbing a cup before staring them down. "is the coconut any good?"

"never tried it honestly," he said simply, leaving you shocked. it was the first flavour so far that he hasn't had, "heard it's good though! you'll have to let me know!" his usual smile plastered on his face, you once again end up mirroring his expression, "guess i'll have to get it then!"

you found yourself at what you considered your usual table now, the one closest to the front counter. you like to tell yourself it was because it was convenient but you know it was just so it was easier to talk to hanbin. but that wasn't a crime!

a few minutes had passed and hanbin found himself sitting with you at the table, a now regular occurrence when there were no other customers around. "how is it?"

you plunged the spoon into the dessert, holding it up to the boy, "give it a try," you hadn't really thought about the intimacy of your offer, but hanbin didn't give it a second thought as he took a bite off of your spoon, letting out a hum of approval. "not too bad." he said, covering his mouth.

like many other nights, the two of you let your conversations run freely, only stopping to glance at the time on your phone; 11:05.

"shit hanbin," you quickly stood up, grabbing your phone and cup, "i didn't mean to keep you past close. i'm sure you wanna go home after a long day." you can't help but shake your head at your innate ability to get lost in time.

he let out a chuckle at your sudden urgency, "hey no rush, i honestly like the company, it gets pretty lonely here at night." his reassurance helped calm your guilt for a moment, "plus there's not much left to do to close up." he stacked the final chairs, the ones you had been sat at, as he continued. "but it's getting late, you should be heading home, no?" he sounded almost worried at you being out so late, and your heart swelled a bit at the thought.

"yeah i probably should head back," you let out a small sigh at the idea of ending the night with hanbin, "sorry again hanbin, and please get home safe." you gave him a sheepish smile as you turned on your heel to leave.

"make sure you get home safe too! what would i do without my favourite customer?" he joked, not knowing the way your heart skipped a beat at being called his favourite.

you were running out of excuses, or rather flavours; reasons to be at the frozen yogurt shop as much as you were.

"what are you gonna do when there's nothing new to try?" hanbin laughed, watching as you had narrowed it down to your last few choices of untouched flavours.

"die, maybe." you say nonchalantly, earning a laugh from the boy at the counter, finding your dramatics endearing. "you could just try every combination of flavours with every topping." hanbin suggested, a smug smile on his face.

you laughed, shaking your head, "hanbin that would take forever."

"and?" he questioned, "just means more time with me!"

he did have a good point, as silly as the idea sounded. you'd honestly do anything to give you an excuse to hang out with the boy more. except actually asking him out, of course.

what you didn't know was that despite the jokes, hanbin was honestly hoping you would take the idea somewhat seriously. one or two more guaranteed visits did not sound like enough time for him to finally gain the courage to ask you out, or even to get your number, so he felt like he needed all the time he could get.

you weren't the only one who had grown fond of your frequent visits. you had quickly become the thing hanbin looked forward to every week. it had only been a few months of small chats across counters and plastic tables, but hanbin could've sworn he was falling for you, at least in some capacity.

so instead of either of you asking the other out, you just sat together again like every visit, giggling and talking about anything and everything, sometimes even sharing bites of your dessert as you rambled on about an interaction at work that day. it was the least you could give him for listening to your rants.

instead of leaving when you were finished, you took it upon yourself to help with stacking the chairs, hopefully as an apology for always keeping the boy so late.

he couldn't help but smile at the gesture, "you don't have to do that y/n, i'm the one who works here not you." you simply smiled and shook your head, "but it gives me an excuse to stay here with you longer," you finished stacking the last table on your side of the room, "plus it's the least i could do."

"well i appreciate it," a shy smile spread across his face, trying to mentally stop a blush from rising to his cheeks at the thought of you wanted to stay with him longer. god i need to hurry up and ask them out. the thought echoed in his brain as he grabbed the key to lock up, walking with you to the door in a comfortable silence.

you both said your goodbyes, waving as you split off in opposite directions. you spent your walk home that night thinking more about the boy than usual, and as if connected telepathically, hanbin happened to have you at the forefront of his mind the whole drive home. not that he was complaining.

this was the time, hanbin reassured himself. this was when he'd finally ask you out, give you his number, get your number. something. anything. but as he watched the hands on the clock move at an agonizing pace, seemingly taunting him, he couldn't help but second guess himself.

in the midst of his self doubt, the familiar chime rang through the quiet store, right on schedule. and in you walked, dressed up nicer than usual. not that you didn't look great all the time to hanbin, but you looked particularly nice this evening.

"bad news hanbin," you said, walking up to the counter, "i have to take it to go tonight," your lips pressed into a frown. he looked quizzically at you, urging you to continue. "heading to my brother's graduation." you continued simply.

"and yet you still came in for frozen yogurt?" he questioned, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "well i didn't wanna miss my flavour this week," you exclaimed, as if making a very obvious point, "plus i don't think i could go a whole extra week without seeing you, c'mon now."

you kept talking as you filled up your first cup, one of the last flavours that you hadn't tried. setting it on the counter, you started grabbing the second, taking the opportunity to surprise your brother with some of the frozen yogurt you had been raving about.

tapping your card on the machine, and saying your farewell, you turned to leave the small shop and head on your way. but not before hanbin could stop you.

"wait!" he called out, quickly jogging up to you with a napkin in hand, "you might need this, for the road," a hand came to the back of his neck, rubbing sheepishly. "and uh, one minute." he quickly rushed to the back of the shop, where you assumed he kept his things, reemerging from the back door with a jacket in hand. "it's cold out there, staying warm is important, especially if you're eating frozen yogurt."

he lightly placed the jacket around your shoulders, letting the fabric drape along your frame. he took a second to catch his breath, partially from the running back and forth, and partially from the sight of you in his jacket. he quickly tried to peel his eyes off of you before his thoughts got the best of him, and luckily, that led hanbin to miss the way your cheeks heated up at the gesture.

after a moment of silence and thumping hearts, you said your goodbyes once more, accompanied by a thank you from yourself as you headed out the door.

as opposed to the usual, this time you found yourself sitting with your brother indulging in the sweet treat. "since when did you wear jackets like that?" your brother inquired, glancing over the clearly oversized mens jacket. you tried to shrug the question off, attempting to act nonchalant, "since today i guess." you brought the spoon up to your mouth to take another bite, avoiding any further answers.

"y/n, how dumb do you think i am." your brother chuckled, shaking his head at your poor attempt at an excuse, "who gave it to you?"

you quickly gave up on the facade, knowing you couldn't lie to your brother. "just the guy from the frozen yogurt place," your voice trailed off as you watched a shit-eating grin spread across his face. "i've never heard of a frozen yogurt place lending jackets to customers, or any business really." he said sarcastically, laughing at the way your face quickly heated in embarrassment, only stopping to continue teasing you.

"so do you like this boy?" he asked, as if your reaction hadn't given it away. you gave a shy nod as you hummed a confirmation, not only admitting it to your brother but also to yourself. "well as long as he treats you right, i approve, otherwise he better watch out, i bet i could take him anyways."

you couldn't help but laugh at your brothers weak attempt at intimidation, even getting a bit of frozen yogurt on your face in the process, causing your brother to erupt into laughter himself. "hold on," you reached into the pocket of the jacket, pulling out the napkin hanbin had given you as you were leaving, only now you had noticed something you didn't earlier.

there was something scribbled on the napkin. a number. hanbin's number, next to a small scrawled note reading, "in case you ever want to get some real food." a small heart outlined beside the message, even a small tear where the pen had ripped through the thin napkin.

you couldn't wait to get home that night. as soon as you had gotten into the comfort of your room, you grabbed the napkin again, quickly unlocking your phone and typing in the series of numbers messily written across.

"hey, it's y/n ^^" you typed simply, hoping the emoticon didn't feel too awkward as you couldn't stop your heart from beating out of your chest. the feeling of unstoppable palpitations only amplified as you watched the typing bubble quickly appear on the other side of the screen.

the seconds seemed to slow as you watched the typing bubble disappear, only to reappear once more before a message rang through.

"y/n! how'd your brother's graduation go??"

you quickly typed back a reply, giving a positive recollection of the night, selectively withholding the small confessional about the boy you were texting.

you spent your night getting ready for bed at a slower pace than usual, every minute or so your phone would ding with a message from hanbin, and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching for your phone to respond.

before you knew it, hours had gone by and through blurry eyes you faintly read out the time; 3:47am.

"hanbin,," you typed, pressing send on the short message for suspense, "did you realize it's nearly 4am"

his reply came faster than you thought, "shit don't you have to work in the morning?" you thought it was endearing that despite you both being awake, he was still worried about your wellbeing and rest.

after saying goodnight and tucking yourself into bed for the last time that night, you let yourself drift off, thoughts of the boy still swirling around your brain as you fell into a deep sleep.

after the longest friday of your life, you finally got to return to the comfort of your home, and you couldn't have been more thankful. checking the time and noticing that hanbin would still be at work, you decided to do a bit of self-care. as silly as it sounded, you just wanted the time to pass so you could talk to him more.

a nice hot shower and face mask later, and your phone dinged with a message.

"guess who's off for the weekend!" hanbin's name and photo popped up accompanying the message.

"hmm, me?" you typed, laughing as you pressed send, getting an excited "no way!! you too??" in response.

you spent the rest of your evening texting the boy while you listened to the white noise of whatever tv show was quietly playing in the background. that was until, hanbin asked if you wanted to call.

with an overly eager yes, you watched his name pop up again, this time your finger hovering over the answer button as you heard your ringtone blare through your speakers.

"hanbin~" you dragged out, nearly hearing the boy smile on the other end. "y/n~" he mirrored, a small chuckle escaping his lips after.

the conversations carried on into the deep hours of the night, yawns interrupting your thoughts as the time went on, leading hanbin's voice to become laced with concern.

"are you getting sleepy?" he questioned softly, his tone almost putting you to sleep in itself. you responded with a faint hum and nod, even if he couldn't see you. "go to sleep, love. don't let me keep you up." he muttered, keeping quiet as to not wake you.

in your tired state you couldn't quite process the pet name, but you were sure it would plague your mind once you were more awake.

you attempted to mutter back an argument, but before you knew it, your eyes had fallen shut to the sound of hanbin mumbling about something you couldn't quite make out.

hanbin thought it was cute; your faint snores and soft rustling in your sleeping state. he stayed on the call for a while before hanging up, leaving you to sleep peacefully. deciding it was time to head to bed himself, he got comfy in bed and opened your messages for one last time that night.

"sleep tight <3 didn't wanna accidentally wake you so i hung up." he pressed send, hovering over the keyboard for one last message, one that left his heart pounding through his chest. "and uh," he typed out, "if you're free today, maybe we can go to that diner downtown, or anywhere really, if you'd like... okay goodnight!"

he breathed out a sigh as he sent the last message, worry and self doubt taking over his mind as he considered the possibility of you rejecting his offer. but it was too late now, the message had been sent and now all he had to do was wait.

what would usually be a peaceful morning was anything but; as soon as the morning fog in your mind cleared, the night before had flooded back to you in a flash, embarrassment taking over as you failed to remember hanging up or saying goodnight before falling asleep. the only thing your brain could remember was a faint "go to sleep love" echoing over and over in hanbin's soft voice, driving you to near insanity as you opened your phone to a few notifications from the boy himself.

it only took a moment of skimming past the words on your screen before you were eagerly typing a response, accepting the offer to go out followed by a brief apology for falling asleep.

instead of a typing bubble appearing on your screen, it was a call answer screen, which you answered without much thought.

"morning~" you singsonged, hearing hanbin shuffle before responding with a raspy, sleep ridden "good morning y/n."

you swore your head was spinning at the new tone from hanbin, an unexpected change from his usual cheery voice. you took a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking up again, "d'you just wake up?"

he hummed in response, hearing his run this hand through is hair. "then why'd you call me silly?" you questioned, wondering if he had considered just typing a response when he was more awake.

"wanted to hear your voice," he sleepily mumbled, not quite aware of his own confession until it had already left his lips. you muttered a small "oh," taking another moment to process what the boy had said before attempting to come up with a response. you stuttered out a small chuckle and a teasing "well here i am" before switching the subject.

once hanbin was a bit more awake, the two of you confirmed your plans for the day; deciding that hanbin would come pick you up around 5pm and you'd go head out to a diner for some food. "it's a date," you exclaimed, your smile audible through the phone, causing hanbin to smile in return, unknown to you.

"sounds perfect," he hummed, "see you then y/n."

anxiously checking the clock for the nth time, you read the seemingly unchanging time; 4:55pm. you couldn't help but fiddle with the hem of your jacket, or rather hanbin's jacket, in an attempt to calm your nerves. the faint lingering smell of his cologne on the jacket helped ease your mind as you awaited the boy's arrival.

a few minutes had passed while you were lost in your thoughts, only pulled out from your endless what if's by a knock at the door.

you opened the door you had been pacing in front of, leaving the boy to come into view. what you hadn't considered until this moment in time was that this was your first time seeing him out of the bright-coloured uniform and apron he usually adorned at the frozen yogurt shop. instead he sported a loose fitting white t-shirt, a light wash jean jacket atop his shoulders. he looked good.

"oh hi," you managed to stutter out, trying to pick up your jaw that was hanging open. "you look nice," you muttered, eyes trailing over his frame, stopping for a moment on a tattoo that hadn't been visible in his usual attire. a delicate celestial scene placed between his collarbones, lying between the chains of a dainty rose necklace that lay on his chest.

he let out a shy chuckle at the compliment, taking notice of your wandering eyes, "hey that's my line!" he said, almost flustered as he looked over your figure hiding in his jacket yet again. "but really, you look great y/n," he smiled, "you might look better in that jacket than i do."

you simply scoffed in denial and shook your head before the boy spoke up once more, "oh, these are for you," he gestured to the flowers you only just now realized were in his hands. a small bouquet decorated with carnations and roses, small blooms of baby's breath scattered between.

a small gasp escaped your chest as you admired the bright flowers, "they're beautiful hanbin, thank you, you really didn't have to." he simply smiled, muttering a "but i wanted to," which caused you to blush as you welcomed him inside for a moment.

"let me just put these in a vase and we can go!"

hanbin took a moment to admire your cozy home. the walls adorned with simplistic art and photography, small succulents littering every surface you could find room. it felt so unapologetically you, and he loved it.

"your place is gorgeous," he smiled, his eyes, and subsequently his legs, following behind you into the kitchen. you muttered a small thank you, chatting briefly about a recent piece you had thrifted for the quaint apartment, and hanbin couldn't help but smile at the joy radiating off of you as you talked about something you loved.

once your new flowers were safe in a vase on your counter, you followed hanbin out to his car; the boy even opening your door for you. "what a gentleman," you chuckled, smiling and speaking a soft "thank you" as you looked around the car. it was nice; the air freshener smelled like citrus and sitting snug in the cupholder was none other than the small hamster plush you had seen at the frozen yogurt shop, no longer adorning the small apron.

"so you really do take him everywhere," you let out a small giggle at the boy's surprisingly adorable antics as he got into the drivers seat. he only smiled sheepishly in return, "well of course, i can't leave him at work that wouldn't be fair, now would it?"

the two of you burst into a fit of giggles as the car started up, the radio beginning to quietly play some r&b tune; you even found yourself bopping your head to the unfamiliar song as you and hanbin made easy conversation, as usual. the only difference this time was your eyes were trained on hanbin's hand on the wheel, the other resting on the console between the two of you.

you couldn't lie; watching hanbin drive so relaxed, his gaze shifting from the road ahead to you periodically. it was nearly enough to take your breath away. it was hard to believe that months ago, he was just the guy who worked at the frozen yogurt shop you decided to stop in to check out, and now you were here, in his car, on your way to what you hoped was considered a real date.

it wasn't long before the two of you had arrived to the diner; hanbin being the gentleman he was, nearly raced out of the car just to come open your door for you. it was endearing.

"finally some sustenance," you laughed, eyeing up the plate of food in front of you, "can't live off of frozen yogurt forever."

"i always wondered why you're in there so often," hanbin let his thoughts slip his mind and past his mouth, "not that i'm judging though," he quickly continued, " just seems like you'd get sick of frozen yogurt by now"

he was partially right; there was only so much frozen yogurt one person could handle. only so many brain freezes one could endure. "honestly," you popped a fry in your mouth, "i kind of am, that's why i always get a different flavour," you said matter-of-factly, "but it helps that you're there," your voice trailed off at the end, almost embarrassed by the words leaving your mouth.

hanbin seemed rather happy with your answer, a smug smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, "are you saying you've been coming to the shop to see me?" the confident tone in his voice made your brain spin, watching as he proudly took a sip of his milkshake as he awaited whatever response you could come up with.

you nervously bit your lip as you tried your hardest to form a coherent thought, "well i mean," you paused, "look at you, i'm sure you're a huge draw in for customers," you pushed out a small laugh to prevent yourself from humiliating yourself in front of the boy.

"y/n," hanbin smiled again, somehow more smug than before despite his cheeks now flushing a light shade of pink, "are you calling me attractive?"

the accusation nearly made you choke on your drink as you realized the implication of your earlier statement; and sure, it's what you were thinking, but it's not exactly what you meant to say.

deciding there was no going back now, you simply muttered a quiet agreement, hoping that would be enough for the boy. it wasn't.

"sorry what's that? i couldn't hear you," he teased, enjoying the way your ears turned bright red under the dim overhead lights. this time you lightly cleared your throat, repeating the confirmation at an audible volume. "god you're cute," hanbin muttered, lightly shaking his head at your endearing antics.

you let out a laugh for the nth time that night, "is that what you tell all your customers hanbin? that's quite the way to get sales." it was your turn to tease the boy, wanting to see just how serious he was about it all.

"only the customers i have a crush on," he said plainly, smiling as he watched your jaw drop at the blatant confession. it was as if your brain had effectively shut down, or maybe short circuited. some other form of brain freeze, perhaps? you couldn't decide as it took what felt like forever for your brain to come up with a quip.

trying to keep the light atmosphere, you continued joking around, "that's not going to get you employee of the month, you know."

hanbin only reached across the table, placing a hand on top of yours; and you could've sworn your skin was on fire at the contact. looking up at you with a sincere look in his eyes, you struggled to keep eye contact with the pretty boy sitting in front of you. it felt like you were melting under his gaze.

"well i have other priorities now," he breathed out, his voice quieter than before, "and number one on the list is making you mine."

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

ok so ive been rewatching psychoville and saw on the wikipedia that there were a bunch of websites made for the series (they were all written by reece and steve btw) which i've been looking through cos they are genuinely SO fucking funny & also just amazingly creative lol!

anyway i know people in the fandom probs already know about this (since the show came out literally 15 years ago pfft) but i thought i'd share some of my fav bits (but honestly would just recommend just checking them out if you haven't i have been crying with laughter for literally hours lol)

i will say that a lot of the media (videos, games, etc) no longer work on the archived sites rip but i'm sure people have uploaded some of the stuff (vids especially) to yt or other places lol

so a) i love that we get some background stuff on jelly and 2) 'captain CRACKERS' bernie clifton's dressing room reference question mark ??????? (ofc bcdr was AFTER this but i know love the idea that mr jelly trained under len pfft)

what that red raw stump do though 👀 (sorry pfffft)

mr jolly's website wasn't that interesting soz tho i did like him comparing being a doctor to being a clown lol

the comment about fag bears did make me wheeze i'm afraid lol i also loved the blurry photos of lomax's commodities lol (kinda reminded me of the bit in tlog w/ that terrible old photographer guy lol)

when i tell you i DIED with laughter at the 'now known as hull' bit like u just know reece wrote that bit pfft

not really a funny thing but this poem written by david honestly kinda breaks my heart lol... i think it also a lot of additional context to david's guilt when he thought he'd killed his father(faver) because perhaps he felt guilty about NOT feeling guilty you get me? like, it felt to me that when maureen told david it was SHE who killed her husband, it didn't feel like he was mad at her for doing it, but more that she kept the fact from him. it's about... the mutual oedipus-coded obsession with one another that couldn't even be destroyed in death and in this essay i will....

ghoul_lass23 is just like me but about tumblr lol fr

nothing feels more cursed than the phrases 'the river minge has burst its banks', 'crying creamy tears' and 'fleshy rapunzel' (which i've just noticed they misspelt lol... don't think that was intentional lol?) so if i had to read this so do you <3

the way that i kinda wish this actually existed tho pfft... also, it does kinda remind me of that video where jenny nicholson talked about that insane reality show 'opposite worlds' lol

'cross between seven and glee' is honestly sending me pfft

also on this part there was a script from stinkfinger (which is a show mentioned on the show) which sounded suspiciously like a reference to tlc lol

the less said about swastknickers the better

(will say i did nearly piss myself laughing at the nazi section of the hoity toity website lol which wasn't a sentence i thought i'd type today lol)

i just love these kinds of jokes pfft

also the whole biography sections of each of the pantomime cast are fab lol tho i AM kinda pissed they made debbie from yeovil and yet didn't give her a west country accent lol!!! (i guess they thought it'd be a bit much w/ joy being bristolian but i'm still mad about it lol)

also i know people have probably already pointed this out but i do find it funny that brian in the in9 episode last night of the proms is a closeted gay guy who likes watching drag was probably a reference to brian in this show that was a drag queen like... is anything these guys do NOT a reference??? u know those gaylor fans who obsessively look for clues in her songs about her apparent secret sexuality? all i'm saying is that i think they'd really like the extended reece shearsmith & steve pemberton universe pfft

all three of these made me cry with laughter lol

ohh this is interesting lol so obviously they suspected that some people might be all 'um why didn't the sprinklers go off during the fire at ravenhill? plot hole much!' so they wrote this into one of the websites so they could be like SEE! WE'RE ONE STEP AHEAD OF YOU DUMBASSES lol

both the jeremy kyle reference (remember when that was a thing? yikes... my mum used to watch his show CONSTANTLY...) and nurse kenshington's thoughts on david and maureen are interesting lol.. also there's a reference to the serial killer top trumps in this bit lol! (do people still play top trumps?? man i LOVED top trumps lol...)

the entire sunnyvale care home section is so fucking funny (both the website AND in the show lol mrs wren/mrs ladybird face is unironically probably my favourite character on the entire show) these were just some of my fav gags lol...

ok but why is this the SECOND reference to a guy punching a child who was apparently looking at his dick lol!??!! did this happen to one of you ??!!?!? reece did you punch a child ??!???!?!??

&&&& that's it lol

there were a few websites i didn't spend long on or generally weren't that interesting (coughmidgetgemscough) but honestly? i was really captivated with just how funny and well put together all these sites were! you can tell they had a lot of fun making it and i'm sure fans at the time LOVED being able to have this semi-interactive element of the show lol

there was just something so wonderfully late 00's about these websites lol i genuinely don't think i've laughed this much at anything in literal months and all of this is just solidifies that psychoville is a criminally under-appreciated masterpiece lol

[after-urh34rt]

"like? No. I adore you!!"

The first years trio going to their favorite popstar's meet and greet!

JJK first years x you 🫵

A/N: IK IVE BEEN GONE FOR YEARS AND IM SORRY PLZ FORGIVEE WITH THIS POSR 🫶

pt. 1

Itadori

• I have a feeling this man would get everything he has of your stuff autographed, and I mean EVERYTHING.

• He wouldn't mind people judging the fact that he listens to you. "I think they make good music if I'm being honest, you should try to listen to them too! They make great music!"

• He would most definitely pour his heart into how much he loves and adores you and your music.

• definitely blasts your music 24/7, even when he's in the shower he's singing your music. To the point where Megumi is concerned for his mental health.

• He knows every song you ever made, word for word. He can sing the lyrics to each song with no music, yes, he's that type of fan.

•since he's busy he's never had the time to go to any of your concerts, he was especially sad when he figured out you were having a concert in Tokyo but couldn't go since he had a mission to do. By the time he got done with it, the concert of over. He cried to Megumi about it and cried in his room the whole night.

•but luckily he was in the area to be able to go and pay for your meet and greet!

•he WOULD go to his dorm and bring his stuff to get autographed (as I stated before) but who knows going long you would stay there for? As much as he wants to get all of his stuff autographed, he's not taking the chance to miss your M&G.

Once it got to Itadori's turn he was more than happy to be there. "Hey~, how are you? It's your favorite popstar [your name]!" The popstar said as they made their signature pose, the male instantly smiled and hands the popstar a copy of their keychain. "Can I have this signed? I really love your music, I would bring in my other merch of yours but I'm kinda in a rush and only had this in my pocket". The popstar laughed lightly as they nod. "Of course I can, and I'm so sorry to hear that. Thank you for supporting me and my music career!". The popstar signs their autograph and asks for one request, " this is quite bold of me to ask but..Your hair looks so fluffy, may I have permission to touch it?". At first Itadori seems surprised at the request but it's replaces with a warm smile, "sure! I don't mind". As he bends over to let you touch his hair. Later on throughout the day Itadori is seen by everyone else as happy as ever, just know, he will never wash his hair ever again.

Megumi

• honestly, Megumi is the LAST person to be expected at a meet and greet.

• I mean, what do you expect? Don't act surprised and disappointed, you expect a guy with a 'tell my mom I love her' 'no tell her yourself' type of mindset to be seen at a meet and greet??

• he would never admit to liking your music, no matter how much he likes it. I can say that as a guaranteed.

• "hey have you heard of [your name]'s music?" // "Yeah". // "Oh, well do you like their music?" // "....oh look, a cat".

•yeah, that's how the conversation would go if someone asks if he likes your music. HE WOULD CHANGE THE TOPIC, QUICK.

• he has a few merch from you, maybe like a small keychain or a small plushie. Nothing obvious though. Something that no one would really notice or pay attention too.

• not really the type of guy that would feel bummed out for missing a concert, maybe a little upset, but nothing like crying over it like itadori.

• in able for him to go to a meet and greet, he would make sure and I mean, MAKE SURE no one seems him entering or leaving.

• he would pull the collar of his uniform up to where you can't see his mouth or his nose as he walks in and out.

As it was Megumi's turn to meet the popstar, they smiled. "Hey~, how are you? It's your favorite popstar [your name]!", The popstar said as they made their signature pose. Megumi felt his face getting red as he hands her a small plushie, ".....can you sign the shirt...please?". He would definitely say this flustered while covering his face. After the popstar gave him the plushie back, they would hold Megumi's hands and smile. "Please come again!". Yeah sure he's gonna wash his hands but he'd never forget your touch.

Nobara

• She would be the only one that would understandably go to your meet and greet.

• She would not feel ashamed saying she listened to your music, "so? Who cares if I listen to them, it's my music taste and if you don't like it then piss off!".

• has about maybe 5-10 merchandise from you, if not more. Most of them being keychains and maybe 2 plushies, and she's proud to have them.

• she would NOT miss your concert, not under any condition

•oh she's sick? Doesn't matter. Have a mission? She's getting it done, QUICK.

•if she did miss a concert she would make a big scene about it, maybe cry and feel upset over it for about 5 hours but other than that, she's alright.

•She would walk in and out of your meet and greet PROUD.

•depending on your gender kinda depends on how she'll react to being at your meet and greet.

•she would be proud no matter what! But if your a male, I feel like she would be more nervous when meeting you.

FEMALE

As it was Nobara's turn in the meet and greet, the Popstar smiled. "Hey~, it's your favorite popstar [your name]!", The popstar said as she did her signature pose. Nobara gave a slight smile as she hands the shirt to the popstar, "hey, can you sign this shirt? Big fan of yours". The female gasps as she sees another female, "oh my, Another girl! Of course I will, thank you for being a fan of mine!". The popstar says and Nobara chuckled. "No really, I've been a fan ever since your [any name title] album. Your music is just so amazing I honestly don't know what else to say". The popstar only laughs. "Haha, that's a long time. Thank you for supporting me! Here you go!". The popstar kisses the shirt, "a good luck charm!". Nobara is surprised and smiles. Do know she is wearing that shirt everyday.

MALE

As it was Nobara's turn in the meet and greet, the Popstar smiled. "Hey~, it's your favorite popstar [your name]!". The popstar said as they did their signature pose. Nobara flush a little, not enough to notice though. Nobara hands the male popstar a shirt, "hey, sign this". The popstar laughs a bit and signs the shirt, "what a demanding request, anything for a fan of mine though". That sentence wasn't enough, it was the wink that was sent at the end that done it. Nobara was flustered as she looks away. The male then kisses the shirt, "good luck charm. Come again, yeah?". Best believe SHES DEFINITELY COMING BACK.

[fortunapre]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𖧞 definitely 16+ (suggestive and yeah), fluff, hot-hawt-hawt, fem-gender mention, Use on Y/n, swearing

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𖧞 oscar piastri x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𖧞 (scene iv) 3.4k

either i’m getting better at writing or i just really get carried away with…. certain scenes…

𝐀/𝐍𖧞 I love banter, you love banter, everybody loves banter! Really considering a tag list. BTW thanks to everybody who’s been liking the Pinterest-piece! I really enjoy making it and love that you do too!

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𖧞 scene iv 𖧞 (𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝-𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬)

Wednesday, December 12th

I was just staring into the sky, not listening to anything going on around me. My sister was on another one of her rants about random social media drama, and I was nodding along like I was listening, but really my mind was elsewhere. 

I don’t know when she stopped talking and realized I wasn't listening, but suddenly a loud sound made me jump. My sister had clapped her hands super hard, right next to my ear, breaking me out of my trance. 

“Ow! What was that for?” I yelled at her and covered my ear like I was in pain.

“Because you weren’t listening to a single thing I was saying! Did you pay attention to anything I just said?” She asked, looking irritated.

I slowly pulled my hands away from my face and winced. “No…...” I answered honestly.

“Y/N! I was talking for at least 30 minutes!”

“Yeah, I know, I know. And usually, I'm interested in what you have to say but my mind is elsewhere today. I'm sorry.” I tried apologizing but she still looked angry. The biggest pet peeve of Her’s is when people don’t listen to her. And I’d just ignored her for half an hour.

She just huffed and turned away from me. She looked straight forward into the snowy view and sipped on her hot cocoa. 

We were outside, cuddled in mounds of blankets and warm clothes, enjoying the beautiful winter scenery with a hot cup of chocolate. 

“I really am sorry.” I tried again. At first, she didn't say anything and ignored me. Then, she turned back towards me and let a little smile show. 

“I know you are, Y/n. I knew you weren’t listening. I saw you space out as soon as I started talking.” She said in a soft voice. I just winced again and laughed. We were both giggling quietly together at the situation and then stopped to take a sip from our mugs. “So then,” my sister began talking, shivering a bit before continuing. “What’s been on your mind?”

I wanted to tell her the truth, but I couldn't. I could only imagine the scream she’d let out if I said ‘oh nothing, I’m just overthinking about mine and Oscar's little not-so-little make out session yesterday, and what would have happened if you guys didn’t interrupt us. But really, I'm over-thinking the contradicting feelings and thoughts I have about him. And most of all, I'm angry at Oscar for completely ignoring me ever since last night.’

Basically, if I muttered a single word of the thoughts running through my mind, my sister would freak out. So instead, I answered with, “Nothing. I’m just trying to think of Christmas presents for everyone. You know how serious I take gift-giving.” I thought I’d dodged her questions, but her eyes squinted a bit, and I could tell she didn’t believe me. Instead of pushing it further, though, she just took a long sip of her drink then nodded. 

The wind started to blow, and our fingers started getting numb, so we moved back inside and settled on the couch to watch a movie. We chose Love Actually, and chilled on the couch. It was still pretty early so everybody was still sleeping except for us. 

Half-way through the movie, my brother walked out in his PJs with insane bed hair. Instead of talking he just sat on the sofa next to us and watched the movie. 

A few minutes later, my brother and sister were talking on the other side of the couch, no doubt about the social media drama. I just sat by myself and finished the movie, almost drifting to sleep.

Before I could rest my eyes, I heard another person come down the stairs. I turned as much as I could to get a peek at who it was. But once I caught sight of familiar messy brown hair I turned back around. I sunk down into my blanket trying to hide my head from him. From what I could hear, he was making coffee or something in the kitchen. 

“Morning. Oscar.” My brother greeted him, jumping up and over the couch to meet him in the kitchen. The two have always had some bromance since they’re around the same age and well…. not girls. 

“Hey.” Oscar said to him. They started talking, but I couldn’t make out anything they were saying.

Once I saw my brother appear back in the main room, I let out a sigh, because that probably means Oscar went back to his room. But right after my brother, followed Oscar. I must have hidden well because once he rounded the couch and saw me, he froze. But not even a second later he snapped out of it and sat down. If I wasn’t already watching his every move, I would have missed it.

The twins picked a funny movie to watch, and the whole time, I stayed completely still. Oscar was less than an arm's length away and I’m afraid of how I’ll react if I touched him on accident.

Eventually, I couldn't handle it anymore. I practically jumped up and made my way to the kitchen.

As I was grabbing a Diet Coke from the fridge, someone came up behind me. I could immediately tell who it was by the sudden scent of spearmint and fresh pine filling my senses. 

“What.” I asked frankly. I turned to face him, and he was in front of me, blocking my way out. I attempted to go around the kitchen island and leave that way but a few strides later and he was blocking my way again. “Hello, are you deaf? What do you want?” I repeated. I know I was being rude but it’s my defense mechanism with Oscar.

“Nothing, I’m just getting something in the kitchen and you’re in my way.” He spoke. He’s trying to aggravate me.

Safe to say it’s working.

“No. You're in my way. Move.” I tried. He only smiled and tilted his head like he was judging me.

“I'm just trying to get some water, Y/n. Why do you have to be so difficult?” He said, leaning closer and speaking lower. He kept that stupid smirk on his face and stood up straight, now towering over me.

“What are you playing at?” I asked through gritted teeth. Seriously, what is wrong with him? He’s being so annoying. It’s like he’s doing everything i told him I hated yesterd-

Oh. Oh.

“Oh my God!” I raised my voice a bit and let out a cold laugh. That’s what he was doing, he was purposely doing everything I said I found annoying about him.  “Don’t be a dick, Oscar.” I scoffed and tried to shove his shoulder, but he stayed in place. I shoved through him again, as hard as I could, successfully getting through. He stumbled back a bit and put a hand to his shoulder like I’d hurt him. 

He shook his head and poked his tongue in the inside of his cheek: a tell that he’s mad. 

I started walking away, practically fuming smoke out of my ears, and made my way towards the stairs. This time, when Oscar tried to grab my arm to stop me, I pulled it out immediately.

I ran up the stairs away from him, but he just followed me up the stairs. I moved faster and quickly made my way into my room. Oscar almost followed me inside, but I quickly slammed the door in his face, stopping him. He didn’t try to come in at first. 

Moments later there was still silence on the other side of the door, so I backed away and laid on my bed. I let out a big sigh and rubbed my forehead.

I decided to scroll on my phone and listen to music. However, every 5 seconds, there was a loud bang. At first, I tried to ignore it, but it kept going. 

I watched a video, scrolled, then BANG. 

Scroll, BANG!

Scro-BANG! I couldn’t take it anymore. 

The sound was coming from the wall behind my head, which so happens to be the wall I share with Oscar, his room being next to mine. When we were younger, Oscar would play the loudest music or bounce a ball on the wall to annoy me. Right now, I'm positive he’s gone back to his immature roots and is chucking a ball at the wall to make me mad. I huffed and then jumped out of my bed and made my way out of my room. I tried to open the door next to mine but was met with a lock. 

“OSCAR! LET ME IN” I knocked loud and quick on the door. When the door still didn’t open, I knocked louder. “Oscar, if you don’t open this door right now, I'm going to-”

“What? Kiss me?” The door swung open, and I was met with a grinning Oscar.

I almost choked at his words. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him with an incredulous expression. 

“Wha..What?! I would never-”

“Ah, but you did. "He cut me off again. He was leaning against the doorway and tossing a ball in his hand, patronizing me. He was looking down at me with a smug expression, obviously proud of himself. 

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “If I remember correctly, YOU kissed ME.” I argued, shoving him for the second time today, making my way into his room. I turned around when I reached the middle of his room and placed a hand on my hip. 

He slowly turned to face me, still leaning on the doorway and tossing the ball between his two hands. Once he faced me, I properly took him in. 

He was wearing a black t-shirt that looks like it might have been left here from last year. Joining F1 meant he had to train more, so the shirt he was wearing looked a little tighter than it should be. He had a pair of jeans that fit him well; he must have gone shopping because they look new. His hair was neat. Not gelled, but probably combed. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, talking about the incessant banging.

He rolled off of the door and stood up straight, walking slowly towards where I was standing. His sudden movement surprised me, so I backed away a little. But he kept walking towards me. 

So, I backed away more. Instead of walking towards me again he just stayed in place. “Just playing catch.”

“With who, the wall?”

“Yeah.”

“Well stop.” I said and tried to take the ball away from him. He was quicker than me and pulled the ball away. I tried at it again but failed as he pulled it up and over my head. Prick. “Or play on a different wall, I'm trying to rest.”

“Nah.” is all he said.

“Nah?” I repeated. “Come on Oscar, drop this immature teasing and leave me alone.” I was getting tired of this very quickly. When he didn’t say anything, I gave up and made my way out of his room. Before I could leave though, he reached over and shut the door in front of me, trapping me inside. 

Fully prepared to yell at him, I turned around but was met with Oscar standing right behind me. His arm was still on the door, next to my head.

 He was staring at me, more specifically: my lips.

No. I won't. I couldn’t let him just kiss me whenever he feels like it. 

“Stop…” I tried to sound demanding, but my voice came out barely above a whisper. I tried to push him away, but he stayed in place like a rock.

“I'm not doing anything,” Oscar tried to argue, but I was over him denying everything. 

“Yes. Yes, Oscar you are! You can’t tease me and make me so incredibly angry but then turn around and look at me like…” I looked at his eyes. They were darker than normal and trained on my own with intensity. “...that. You can’t look at me like that. You're fucking with my head and frankly,” I scoffed. “It makes me want to punch you.”

He looked at me with the same intensity, never letting down. His arm still rested on the door, but his body was less rigid and slightly angled towards me. “Osca-” 

I tried to tell him off again, but he started speaking.

“You’re fucking with my mind too.” He said quickly, looking away from my eyes. He dropped his head as he continued speaking. “Ever since…” he started but sounded like he couldn’t get the words out. “Ever since you got here, Y/n. You, and your voice and your eyes and those fucking shorts. Dammit.” He dropped his hand from the door, running it through his hair. I was just standing still, trying to understand. 

He walked away from me, turning his back to me. “I don’t know what’s going on,” He admitted. “But I can't. Stay. away from you. Teasing you and making you angry is the only thing I know and fuck me if I don't crave every time your cheeks turn red when you're mad. Or when you roll your eyes, or when you fight back…” Now he was the one rambling. 

I was trying to take in every word he was saying but his past actions and 

current words weren’t adding up. Am I supposed to just rethink these past few days because his arguing and ruthless teasing has been because, what? He likes the way I ‘blush and get angry’?

My eyebrows furrowed and I shook my head. “Wait, what?” I asked. “I don’t understand, Oscar…”

Suddenly he turned back around and walked back towards me slowly. “Can you not? Try to understand, I mean.”

“What?”

“Y/n, I don’t even understand, alright? So don’t try to make sense of all of this right now.” His voice was low and quiet. His eyes were back on my lips and his body was closer than before.

“Ok.” I whispered. He was tilting his head lower, his breath fanning over my lips. My eyes fluttered and my skin heated up. Something about the look in his eyes and the warmth radiating off of him made every previous thought I had fly out of the window. 

I know I just went on a rant about how we need to stop before it starts but for some reason, I don’t care anymore. I tilted my head up, brushing my lips against his, and sighing at the contact. My stomach was tumbling with need. I need him close. 

“Fuck it.” Oscar whispered into my mouth as he connected our lips. I sucked in a breath as he finally kissed me, letting all of the built-up need roll onto my lips. 

Our mouths met like they did the night before: deep and rough. 

I don’t know what it is about arguments and them leading to us kissing. But this one felt different then the last. It felt full and needy. Instead of testing the waters, we both dived in, meshing together. He licked the corner of my mouth, sending me into a frenzy. I pulled him closer by the front of his shirt, backing me into the door. He put an arm on the door, next to my head to stabilize himself, while he pushed himself closer to me. The other hand was on my hip, rubbing slow circles on the skin right above my waistband. 

I felt his tongue swipe against my bottom lip, so I opened my mouth slightly to let him in. His tongue tasted mine as we deepened the kiss. I flattened my palms against his chest and moved them up to around his neck. When I reached the hair on the back of his neck, I tugged lightly and moved up to further mess up the rest of his hair. He moaned into my mouth and pushed his hips into mine. My hips were flush against his, my back being pushed into the door. I let out a small noise at the friction and kissed him harder.

A familiar heat pooled in the bottom of my stomach, and I made what sounded like a whine as I unlatched our lips. 

“Oscar,” I tried to speak but it’s like my voice was gone. I spoke breathy with desire laced in my tone. “Oscar, we have to stop.” I was saying the words, but I really didn’t mean or want them. And I think Oscar could tell it’s not what I really wanted because he licked a stripe up my neck and started kissing the spot between my ear and jawline. 

I shut my eyes tightly and tilted my head back, to give him better access.

I gasped when I felt his teeth on my neck, do doubt leaving a mark. He sucked and kissed where he nipped and continued his way down my neck. I gasped his name, not to tell him to stop, but because of how good it felt.

He moved to the other side of my neck and let out a deep grumble that sounded like frustration. Before I knew it, Oscar bent down to grab the backs of my thighs and lift me up. I let out a small yelp and wrapped my legs around him. He pushed up back against the door and went back to my lips. Throughout the kiss, he and I pulled away to breath and speak.

“God, Y/n” he would say.

“Oscar, please,” I would answer. 

With the new position, the heat between us grew red hot. 

Oscar started pushing up, making his hips meet mine with friction I've never felt. Everything was rough and lustful. His lips, his hips, his hands, his chest, his voice. It was all too much. 

I moved my hands from his neck to my shirt, trying to tug it up. He caught onto what I was doing and instead of helping me, he started walking away from the door, me still wrapped around him. He carried me across the room and sat on the edge of his bed, me now on his lap. 

With his hands free, he grasped at the hem of my shirt and lifted it up and off of me. The refreshing cool air hit my skin but was soon covered by Oscar hands, splayed across each side of my ribcage. His touch was almost burning, and it made me only want him to touch me more. I put my hands on his shoulders and started moving my hips against him. He gasped and let out a frustrated groan, his hands left my upper half and instead held onto my hips, stopping me.

“Don’t.” he said through his teeth. “Don’t do that Y/n”

I was going to apologize, and he must have seen the worried look on my face because he spoke up. “No, it’s not you. It’s just that if you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

My eyes widened at this, and I was about to kiss him again, but a noise came from the other side of the room. 

Oscar’s room door cracked open, and my sister poked her head in, and looked right at us. She saw me half naked on Oscar's lap, us both breathing hard and having so obviously been caught making out.

“Oh My God.” My sister and I said at the same time. She quickly made a show to cover her eyes with her hand and slam the door shut with the other. 

My eyes were wide, and I was frozen. 

I jumped off of Oscar and searched around for my shirt. I needed to talk to her before she said anything to anyone. 

“My shirt. Where’s my shirt, Oscar?" I was breathing hard and was looking frantically.

“I don’t know, I kind of just tossed it.” He said, low. He almost sounded like he was in pain. I paused my searching and saw Oscar lean on his knees and run his hands through his hair. 

“What. What’s wrong with you?” I asked, sounding mad, but I meant it genuinely. 

He just chuckled and looked at me. “What do you think, Y/n? You were just grinding against me and then a second later you were gone. Obviously, I have a… problem… to fix now.”

My eyes widened with realization, and I blushed hard and turned away. I went back to searching for my shirt and eventually found it tucked under his bed. I threw it on and then ran out of the room, looking for my sister.

I saw her sitting on the couch, both hands covering her eyes. She looked like she was muttering something and shaking her head.

 Oh, God how am I going to fix this.

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[ilovedilfsandleonkennedy]

been a while since i posted anything on here so let me give u guys a lil recap of my life and this little boy i met.

so on august 30th 2023 i apologized for being so inactive because i got a boyfriend (let me tell u im still shocked i made it that far into my teenage years). boy oh boy let me tell you alllll about him.

i met him july 21st 2023 and he asked me to be his gf in the night of august 19th 2023.

we were both dancing and laughing and drinking with our friends and it was the best night of all summer breaks ive ever had. i still cherish these memories and i wish nothing more than to go back and relive it one more time.

ive been together with this boy for about 3 months now and these months have been very much the happiest months of my life. i love him so much, so so much, so much that it scares me sometimes because hes become such a big part of my routine that its impossible for me to imagine not having him with me at all times so either hes gonna be my husband and we´ll say the most beautiful, maybe goofy but still cute vows at the day of our wedding or hes gonna be the biggest, down to earth shattering heartbreak of my entire life.

and i know some of you might say "gosh, chill out.. its ONLY 3 months, wtf are u on, boys come and go bla bla" and yeah maybe ur right but honestly, never in my life have been treated THIS good in just 3 months that it shocks me sometimes because it just feels like weve known each other since wayyyy longer.

the first time i saw him, when i took him into my sight, it just clicked.

like a ching *hotel transylvanian reference*

hes my first love and i am his. he has beautiful hair, such beautiful, gorgeous curly hair and its so soft, every time i run my fingers through his hair it feels like i have arrived in heaven, like silk between my fingers. his eyes are the most beautiful, bright eyes i have ever seen in this whole, wideee universe and i can still see them even though hes 6 feet tall and im just 5`3 (but thats not the point ok im still very tall yall). he claims theyre brown but theyre greenish brownish actually and i know that because ive stared into this mans eyes for longer than i can count.

and i could go on and on but i think u get my point..

i love him and i never felt this way about anyone. hes the one that brought my spark back and hes the one and only reason for me to keep going, hes my first thought in the morning when i wake up and my last thought at night when i go to sleep to see him in my dreams, my dreamy, wonderful, wonderful boy.

anyways, before i yap wayyyyy to much for ur guys liking that was it and if youre struggling with love at the moment, dont lose hope, the only thing u need is patience.

love, d.

[quillkiller]

Tell me some of your quillkiller headcanons 🤲

i would love to!!!!

so i’ve talked about some of my hc’s before (while drunk…..) here and kara my beloved talked about her hc’s pretty recently here and i agree on every single thing (obviously) <3

me and kara can go on and on about them……… and if either of us say anything about them it’s pretty much always safe to say we’ve yelled about it in detal in our texts beforehand ahdhjsjdjf

so i’ll try to talk about other ones!!!!

to me, and honestly the main reason i was so drawn to them, they’re both giant man hating dykes. i love a lot of other wlw ships but most of them are always so deeply involved with their male friendships (marauders or skittles) but neither rita or bella have this/are apart of this. they’re both just manhating dykes and don’t understand why anyone would willingly form relationships with men if they don’t have to

which is interesting when it comes to bella, because she’s the one who eventually has to. she marries rodolphus, and she’s always known that even if she is a lesbian it doesn’t matter. she doesn’t have authority over her own life and she’s never even entertained the idea that she would. not even when andy and sirius leave. she just sees that as betrayal and weakness, and thinks her self sacrifice means strength.

however! bella and rita still sleep together after bellatrix gets married. it doesn’t really change anything. bella didn’t marry for love and she’s highly aware that rodolphus didn’t either. i personally don’t even think they slept together since they didn’t have children. rodolphus is just bellatrix’s husband, and in pureblood families that doesn’t necessarily or even usually involve being in love. bella is a lesbian and rita is the love of her life and letting her go simply because she has a ’husband’ genuinely doesn’t make sense to her (if u want hc’s about rodolphus go to @sugarsnappeases ……. ive been eating them up)

rita is unmarried in canon, which to me also solidifes the theory that she’s a dyke. she’s more free than bella, so she just never marries. wouldn’t even touch a man with a gun to her head

rita’s taller than bella!!! bella is the shortest black sister and i hc rita as quite tall. i’d say she’s atleast a head talled than bellatrix

ive said it before and i’ll say it again: rita is the more morally fucked up one when they first meet. bella is a small minded teenage girl with doormant dark urges. she’s always been a follower. rita is manipulative, morally corrupt sneaky, selfish and a cheat. she’ll do almost anything if it gives her what she wants. she’ll spill peoples secrets, stalk people, blackmail, threaten. bella, being a follower, devotes herself to rita like a dark knight, sees a freedom in rita that she’s endlessly drawn to.

they get together in 6th or 7th year and bellatrix is the one to kiss rita first. rita’s been pining for years but was never going to embarrass herself by showing her cards, making herself vulnerable. they’ve been friends since third year and bella sneaks into the ravenclaw common room almost every night

neither of them actually thinks it’s going to last, both painfully aware of their situations. especially bella’s. but they keep whispering empty promises to each other.

it DOES last. even though bella gets married. they’re still seeing each other, neither of them willing to stop. rita even thinks it’s enough. then bella meets voldemort and everything goes downhill from there because rita might be fucked up, but its always been for selfish reasons. for her own gain. she’s not a follower like bella— and even rita can’t follow down this path of genocide and war. she’s actually shocked to realise she has a limit

rita’s a natural redhead but spells her hair blonde. bella is the only one who knows.

bella loves buying rita things. clothes, jewellry, quills, expensive papers. rita loves recieving gifts.

they make each other laugh a lot. i know it’s a popular hc that they’re just miserable and toxic all the time, but that’s not my truth. yeah they’re both morally fucked up, but they’re happy. they make each other happy and they joke, mess around, play fight, do pranks, send each other notes in class. they’re also just teenage girls to me <3 neither of them are evil when they’re at school

their first time is out on the quidditch pitch behind the bleachers on an especially hot summer night right before summer hols. it’s nervous and gentle, trembling hands undressing each other

they’re attached at the hip at school, except for classes when they have to be apart. you almost never see them apart. to me they’ve never been enemies to loves. they’ve always been unlikely friends to lovers

some of my hc’s!!!!!! thank you for this ask i love talking about my girlies <3

[navire190413]

haha i got drunk and wrote like 2,000 words about my experience with learning japanese. read it sober and just sat in front of my computer like 😐

you know when old people talk a lot and sometimes its hard to tell if they’re trying to pass on wisdom or are just kind of full of themselves and want to talk about themselves? what i wrote was definitely the latter. i’m just an おじいさん who wants to drink and smoke and talk about myself and my hard work lol

one of my favorite 居酒屋 to visit on my way home from work is closing for good this weekend. its open 24/7 so it was always great for stopping by after drinking at the bar until morning. their squid and shrimp 串カツ are soooo good. i’m actually here now typing this on my phone. this izakaya is in a basement so i don’t have signal. i just end up scrolling through my photos or blogging in my notes while sitting here alone for an hour until my favorite bar opens at 7.

the last time i came here a server ive become acquainted with hit on me, and i didn’t pick up on it at all, so my reaction was kind of dull. i only realized he was hitting on me when he turned around and all the other servers were laughing at him bc they were all eavesdropping. he probably mentioned he was gonna do it beforehand haha. i’m so sorry. i would be totally down to grab drinks if i realized sooner 😂

he always makes me turn around and show him my backpiece when im wearing tanktops and croptops. and hes always basically yelling カッコいい！！its cute how not normal tattoos are here. i would never get these reactions in america but sometimes it can be annoying. yes yes i have a lot of tattoos. yes. expensive. yes painful. and then they find out about my scarification, which honestly most people in the states have also never seen, so then its a weird balance of explaining my love for body modification and not self mutilation.

money has gotten TIGHT lately. im literally courting my ex and bringing him to izakayas and nice restaurants every week and im going broke from it so i gotta stop hahaha. we did have a really good time last night, though. and hes always really grateful and respectful when im paying. he also initiated a lot of kisses and kept kissing my cheeks last night which was weird and not like him at all. im not gonna think about it anymore tho.

i am super excited about where we’re going on saturday. its an 青森県 restaurant and i guess they get fish delivered daily from there, so i hope its super fresh and tasty 😤. i unfortunately booked too late and couldnt get a private room, but i think sitting at the counter will be nice since we’re doing the all-you-can-drink course and itll be faster to get our drinks if we’re not in a secluded room.

my go-to drink for the past 2 years living here has always been highballs, but lately theyre way too strong for me. ive become obsessed with lemon sours, but because its not whiskey in them like highballs i become drunk super super fast. good for cost performance purposes but dangerous since im used to my highball drinking pace. i usually dont black out if i only drink for 2-3 hours on a work night but the other day i drank my usual amount, just this time they were lemon sours and not highballs. i was on the verge of blacking out returning home at only 9pm on a monday 😂

i can’t stop thinking about the guy who asked me to be his girlfriend two weeks ago. he’s american and he’s nice enough, but he’s been living in japan for over a year and cant even say すみません to get a server’s attention. he also doesnt eat meat, so i cant introduce him to yakiniku and yakitori which are my go-to. everytime we hungout i had to translate everything and guide him around tokyo. i brought him to an izakaya for his first time and had to teach him the words for squid and octopus. which he promptly forgot 2 minutes later. its literally taco and ika!!! we got lost in a department store one time and i had to ask for directions while he just stood there. it always felt like i was with a child who knew nothing when we were together. as friends, im more than happy to introduce tokyo and translate. but as someone who was obviously trying to be appealing to me, it was honestly a massive ick. i have no preference when it comes to what ethnicity or cultural background someone is, but i cant date someone who knows less about japan than me. it was a good realization actually! i always say i dont have a type, but i think im slowly starting to realize my type. he doesnt have friends so he would always say “lets go out and explore tokyo together!”dude i have been experiencing tokyo for 2 years. i have my favourite spots and my favourite neighborhoods and i know how to find good restaurants and i regularly go out and just do shit by myself because i can navigate it by myself. he also was expecting me to teach him japanese which was just soooo….

when you get to a level where you’ve lived somewhere long enough and can speak the language a lot of people expect you to be a free tour guide. when it comes to strictly friends with no expectation of me, im more than happy to plan a day of sightseeing and introductions but sometimes when i make friends with foreigners it feels like that’s all they want out of me. i mean it goes both ways. a lot of japanese men just view me as a fetish object. omg a white girl who i can actually speak to!!! maybe she can teach me english!!! ive never fucked a 6 foot tall white girl with tattoos!!!

for my established friends, i happily translate stuff for them and give them english lessons but man it feels like theres a lot of expectations of me meeting people here. from foreigners and native japanese people.

i have a lot of foreign friends who have lived here longer than me and dont speak a lick of japanese and dont have any plans on learning. i dont really feel one way or the other about it. theyve been here long enough and know they can get around and have fun without knowing the language. i cant imagine how tough that is sometimes so more power to them. but its always the people complaining they want to learn and want to understand and communicate but still for some reason just dont sit down and study or make an effort to make japanese friends so they can atleast pick up conversational japanese that i dont understand. why are you not studying???? sure its hard but just do it??? you dont even have to use textbooks. apps kind of suck once you get past the basics but its at least something you can do while riding the train and then atleast i wouldnt have to order for you at the bar after youve been living here for several months!!!

im a princess and a brat and am obsessive so studying is super easy for me. i studying during my lunch breaks and anytime im riding the train. i understand thats not the case for everyone, so i try to take the time to teach my friends who want to learn japanese important phrases for day to day life. maybe textbooks and studying isnt their thing, which is fine. okay i’ll teach you as we go. but even then they dont retain anything 😂 dont complain to me about not being able to speak japanese if you’re not going to put in a little bit of effort to atleast order a beer by yourself!!!! and if youre over thinking the difference between ください and お願いします before you can even say [名前]と申します, youre thinking too much!!!!! japanese is hard. theres a lot of info. if you start getting into super specific japanese before you can do self introductions, its gonna be a long long road. so im super happy i learned japanese in america where i went textbook step by step instead of being surrounded by confusing japanese all day long. when i try to teach my friends japanese they always somehow ask me about n2 grammar. and its just like. stop. ignore that. that does NOT have anything to do with you at this time. i was N2 before N3 grammar even made sense to me (i did get full points on n3 test despite none of it making sense to me though 😂) because i finally had context for it and could make the connections. without those building blocks and going step by step id be lost. and thats why you should study the language before coming to a foreign country.

god im judgmental.

[vivaladicamillo]

Dude! I need a smutty and fluffy Headcannon of Ryan taking care of the reader who is his girlfriend and a female cast mate while she’s drunk as hell while out with the guys

RYAN DUNN TAKING CARE OF A DRUNK!READER

ive been super duper sick these past days and now that i actually have free time i can write abt ryan !!!!! i love him literally so much thank u for requesting this!!!

WARNINGS: talks of alcohol, drunk sex, and cursing

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SFW:

ok so yall are out with the guys

yall prob go to some cheap ass bar just to drink yk

turns out you had a little too many

nah a little is a understatement

u were stumbling, slurring and obviously wasted

ryan takes notice of this right away

bam starts picking on u and yk, being bam

“u cant hold ur alcohol for shit y/n”

ryan has to get him to stop so he can take u home

ryan would take u home ( or carry bc u literally cant stand up )

he finds out ur a very touchy person when ur drunk

not jn a weird way tho

just hugging and rambling abt how cool ryan is and how hes the best

even though ur literally talking to ryan

he thinks its cute

“nonono u don understand, dunn is literally the BEST person like ever to exist~”. “trust me y/n i understand” he says through a chuckle

will either go through ur draws to find you something to wear to sleep if ur at ur home or give u some on his old boxers and a old le tigre band tee he has

lets u go get changed (if u can) if not he will help u

he just wants u to he safe and comfortable

he will tuck u into bed and put medicine and a glass of water next to ur bedside just bc he knows ur gonna be FUCKEDD in the morning

will sleep on the couch even if its ur house just so he knows ur ok in the morning and don’t accidentally choke on ur vomit or something like that

hes definitely a over thinker when it comes to that stuff

NSFW:

ok different scene here

yall end up going to ryans hpuse just to hang and watch a movie or something

ofc u guys had some drinks

and ofc yall end up getting wasted

at this point in the night the movie is long over

u guys are just cracking jokes and laughing and just talking

he probably ends up accidentally confessing first

“ heheh, you know y/n ur like the most perfect person ever.” “ryyyyy stawppp thats not truee” “absolutely it is, everything about u is perfect, ur personality, ur looks, ur humor..”

god he will go on and on abt how ur perfect and how he really does love u

“well y/n.. i’ve actually liked u fooooorr quite some time now ive just had zero confidence to tell you” he says slurring

ur kinda taken aback

ryan mother fucking dunn

LIKES U??

the kid who u have liked since highschool LIKES U??

u admit that u have had a mega crush on him for a while now

but he honestly wasnt even paying attention to ur speech

hes just admiring you

and ur lips

mostly ur lips

“y/n,, can i kiss u right now?”

you two end up making out on his couch

then he carries u to the bedroom

i personally think ryan is sweet as can be during sex sober but drunk ryan is A WHOLE NEW LEVEL

hes just a wreck when it comes to u

he would literally do anything for u

lots and lots of grabbing and touching

he just wants to stay like this with u forever

sloppy kisses is a must

also A LOT OF PRAISE

i feel like when hes drunk though he just fucks faster yk?

he goes as a faster pace then he normally would

he also probably doesnt last as long as he usually does

u just feel so good how could he resist

cums on ur stomach or in a condom if hes wearing one.

is probably gonna pick uo a random old shirt on the ground and clean u up with it

HES A STINKY GUY WHAT DID U EXPECT??

after that, u will be stuck in a bear hug the rest of the night

lots of forehead and cheek kisses too

the next morning yall honestly don’t remember the night before

so waking up in ryans arms is a bit of a surprise at first

but when he wakes up and smiles at you

you feel happy

you finally got him, the guy u always wanted, and it only took some liquid courage to do so

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hopefully i did think correctly and right 🙏 making more ryan hcs soon

[markatoto]

you're one of the few of my fav streamers i actually get to watch live due to timezones which i appreciate you for. but, i also wish you'd treat yourself better and end your streams earlier

i super appreciate this anon, this is definitely very very real. i actually had a discussion about this to my friends late last night concerning my workload of streams and the particularly unhealthy habits ive developed as a (for lack of better term) "endurance" streamer. it's tough because it is like... my main source of income, so i do often find that i have to stream A LOT in order to make ends meat. most times i find that when i am streaming for like 7 hours+ i am just Having Fun with the game im playing and i tend to lose track of time, but if you notice that the past several weeks theres been a noticeable uptick of my streaming days since late august-early september. i'm going to speak real here so be fore-warned: i do not make a lot of money as a streamer. i dont think anyone does. in today's climate, i am making Just Enough to pay my bills, rent, and groceries. as long as that minimum threshold is being met, im usually quite happy to continue on with what i do. however, for me, entertaining people online with funny streams has never been about the monetary value of it all. since day ONE, it's never been. but, speaking as an adult who lives alone in a big city, it's also an unfortunate reality that i have to bring to the forefront. it's why the rent/bills tip bar is on the screen so often. honestly, it kind of bums me out to bring it to the forefront so often, but that's a conversation for another day. however, i am definitely afraid that if i am not Streaming Enough, then i won't be able to make my monthly rent and bills. that is not to say that i dont enjoy streaming or that i am unhappy with my current schedule (quite the opposite, i love streaming a little TOO much LOL) - every day i thank the stars in the sky that i get to do what i REALLY want to do in this day and age. but, i guess the problem i'm having is just striking that balance. i really dont give myself a lot of time for a break and, to say that i am on the cusp of burning out is... not to far off from the truth. i do want to make it abundantly clear however: i am currently NOT in burn out mode, but i'm sure the worry is that i will eventually reach that point sooner than later, yeah? anyways, just a couple of thoughts to think about while i write out this whole thing. i'm okay, i will be doing okay, and for the foreseeable future, i will be fine. if anything, if you are worried: the best thing yall could do is just show up for the streams and have fun! that's all i could ever ask. as long as youre having fun, thats all that matters to me. if you laughed and clapped and enjoyed yourselves in any of the stuff i do, then i super appreciate that! thank you!

[nerves-nebula]

Sorry bout this thing but I kinda wanted to tell my thoughts about your stuff. Im kind of hoping this will get drowned in your inbox honestly, since this is just a really long unsolicited rant of mine.

Sometimes when i scroll through your account and I encounter csa, incest and mentions of suicide in your posts I get uncomfortable but then I remember that one phrase that goes something like "Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted" and I just feel kinda bad bout myself.

When I was a kid my nannys bf forced me to kiss him in the lips whenever we met. I was 6. It was uncomfortable. I never did tell my nanny about it. My parents are both police people and my mother had long explained the concept of rape and how unconsensual touch is bad and you shouldnt allow that but something prevented me from telling anyone what was happening. I dont know why. I know they would immiedietly jail that guy if they did but somehow it felt like no one would believe me. I never told them until now, then when I was what, 6-8 years old? I cant even remember. Yeah somewhere around that, he molested me when my nanny was few feet away and asleep and for the next 4 years of my life i felt dirty. Desecrated. Stupid. I couldnt even look down at my naked body when i shower back then, but somehow I managed to trudge on living by trying to forget the fact it happened. Its been 8 years since Ive last seen him. Ive told anyone who I knew who doesnt care enough to be friends with me but cared enough to listen about it but my Parents are none the wiser and i plan on keeping it that way.

Also. Im a year away from being legal now. Ive thought about killing myself or just generally not wanting to exist anymore many times since then, cuz lifes equipped with motolov cocktails of "get fucked dumbass" and i somehow managed to get a coupon for at least a million of them.

(I hope that line made you laugh if you read this).

Coming back to the phrase i mentioned earlier, it feels weird whenever i feel something similar to the feeling of being triggered while looking at csa being depicted. By definition, i would be considered a victim, and id of course would be comforted by seeing similar experiences happen to people because relating to something usually induces a positive feeling. I dont. I see your art and it guts me. It guts me and the fact that it does also guts me, because what does that mean? I am supposed to be the comforted? Despite the fact that I was taken advantage of as a child and spent night after might thinking how stupid i was and why I let that happen to me even when I was equiped with the information that makes me less vulnerable than other children? So i do I correspond more with those who are defined as comforted then, was i not disturbed after all? Was i victimizing myself all along? Am I a bad person for thinking i was? No wait, that doesnt make any sense at all. Its all wrong. Why am I so guilty about this? Why am i subjecting myself to this?

And then it repeats.

I still go through your blog because well, i love tmnt, i love your artstyle, i love the way you tell stories, I love how you dont sugar coat csa, incest and other darker topics like body horror, erotism and sadism, i hate how much it haunts me, i love the fact i can relate, i hate how much you hurt them, i love the fact that you dont hold back, i love how you show the ugly sides of healing, i love how you depict how much people can change and struggle. Its comforting to me. Its discomforting to me. I stick hand into the fire knowing I would be burned, then I do.

And i like it. I like it somehow, like taking a nice smoke break when you have mild asthma, but like, better. Its a nice change of pace to feel so conflicted like this, its a nice change of pace to feel anything at all really.

But yeah. Tldr. Sorry for the trauma dump and your art makes me feel complicated. Its neat 👍

lot to reply to here! also, unfortunately for you, i check my inbox obsessively and dont get nearly as many asks as you seem to believe i do.

so firstly, no snappy saying is meant to encompass all of human experience, and you certainly shouldn't judge yourself for not fitting into it. easier said than done, i know, but still. i'm gonna try to address some things here, not gonna touch on all of it, but just know that i appreciate you sitting down to write me this.

(I hope that line made you laugh if you read this).

it made me smile, but i laughed at this, because it's a very sweet look into you writing this. puts into perspective how, even though this is public, it was written TO me. like a letter in victorian times or something. that's sweet, i like that.

and id of course would be comforted by seeing similar experiences happen to people because relating to something usually induces a positive feeling. I dont.

you're making a lot of assumptions here that are kind of wild in that "this thought process was clearly designed by your mind to upset you specifically" sort of way. I mean, would you say this to literally anyone else when they feel uncomfortable or triggered about viewing media that relates to their trauma? There's really no telling what a survivor will feel comforted by and you aren't Doing It Wrong by having a different reaction.

there's a reason i tag it as "csa tw" and that's so people can AVOID it as well as search it up.

how stupid i was and why I let that happen to me even when I was equipped with the information that makes me less vulnerable than other children?

i know you recognize at the end of the thought process that this is not true, but i feel the need to reiterate: there is no such thing as being less vulnerable than other children through your own actions. you can try to equip kids with knowledge that might protect them, but that doesn't make them any less vulnerable.

my dad told me about rape and molestation all the time, but he never accounted for the kinds of scenarios i was actually the most likely to fall victim to, partly because i don't think he actually knew much about childhood sexual abuse, and partly because he was more obsessed with the idea of me being kidnapped and raped/murdered than he was about forms of sexual abuse he'd consider more "mild"

No wait, that doesnt make any sense at all. Its all wrong. Why am I so guilty about this? Why am i subjecting myself to this?

i can't answer that one, unfortunately. personally, i like to feel gutted, it's cathartic to me. might be something like that to you, based on how you go on to describe it, but you might also be doing some kinda self harm.

I stick hand into the fire knowing I would be burned, then I do.

saaaaame. i triggered myself into a breakdown in class once cuz i'd been reading fucked fanfiction before class and i got SAD lol.

Its a nice change of pace to feel so conflicted like this, its a nice change of pace to feel anything at all really.

we are shaking hands over this.

anywho, no need to apologize! i am glad, if nothing else, to provide you with a strange and upsetting experience that is not entirely bad.

I really do adore hearing how my stuff makes people feel. it's like, a solid one third of the reason i do this. i still make stuff that doesn't exist to be shown off but WOW showing shit off and getting a response feels FANTASTIC. like, i'm in your head now!! you have been CHANGED by my ART. it's maybe the best part of being alive.

[obixwan]

what’s the harm?

pairings: obi wan x reader (pre attack of the clones)

word count: 1,400 ish

blurb: Quinlan set Obi-Wan up with a friend and now, Obi-Wan can’t help himself.

warnings: platonic friends turned almost lovers, alcohol, disregard for the jedi code i guess? quinlan?

notes: god i am sorry i know ive been absent from tumblr for ages lol just burnt out uni student things! anyway enjoy this fluffy kenobi as an apology!! ( wasn’t sure how to end it so i left it on a cliff hanger lol) once again, it’s unedited

masterlist // join the taglist

graphic made by the beautiful @saradika 🫶🏻🥰🥹

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

Obi-Wan’s eyes had not left her all night. Stars, he knows he’s tiptoeing the line, a balancing act well deserving of an applause from an adoring crowd. He knows he’s edging into the dangerous territory, attachment within the reach of his fingertips, tempting him. He knows this could swallow him up just as quick as it could spit him back out. But he’s tested the waters and he’s found he quite likes the temperature. So what’s the harm in diving in head first?

A sharp elbow to his ribs, an almost spilt beer, it’s enough to tear his gaze away from her. He turns to his old friend, ready to tell him to keep his boney elbows to himself but Quinlan is already looking at him with the biggest all-knowing, shit-eating smirk. “Oh, I never thought I’d see the day, Kenobi.” He lets out an irritatingly loud laugh, head thrown back and hand slapping his thigh and everything, as if this predicament Obi-Wan finds himself in (which is also partly Quin’s fault in the first place), is the funnest thing in the whole galaxy. “You have it bad, my friend.” He says, drawing out the word bad for emphasis, as if it really needed it.

Two weeks ago, Quinlan had dragged Obi-Wan out of the temple, away from his research session. He said he had something Obi-Wan just had to see. If Obi-Wan had known Quinlan was dragging him along on a double date just so Quin could actually get a date, would Obi-Wan have gone along with it? Absolutely not. But that wasn’t the point. What business did he and Quin have going on dates? They were Jedi and the last time Obi-Wan checked, attachment, and everything that came with it, was still strictly under the No Go section. Quinlan had never been much for the rules. And that was how he, Obi-Wan Kenobi, ended up at Tex’s Dinner, ordering milkshakes and sitting across from quite possibly the prettiest thing he’d ever seen in the whole galaxy.

Ever since then, Obi-Wan had found a way to spend every free second looking at her. He was not in the business of denying himself the right to look at beautiful things, after all. Life was too short for that.

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes but that, unfortunately, does not prevent Quinlan from being right. Obi-Wan was cursed. He was fixated, down bad, in deep, head over heels, whatever turn of phrase you wanted to use. It was as if this girl had engraved herself right over the palpating muscle in his chest the moment her eyes had locked on to his over milkshakes.

He watches as she dances with Quinlan’s partner, Grace, out on the dance floor of the bar the two girls had picked. Honestly, it’s decent, for Coruscant. The lighting is enough to see by, the music is loud enough to dance to without feeling like a fool but not so loud that you can’t keep track of a conversation.

“Are you going to dance with her, Kenobi, or are you just going to stare at her?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head, ignoring Quinlan and his obnoxious smirk.

At least here, if only for tonight, he is not a Jedi Knight About To Become A Jedi Master Who Is About To Take On His Own Padawan, which is strangely akin to fatherhood, if you asked Obi-Wan, even though the other jedi try to reject the similarities between parenthood and taking on a padawan. Obi-Wan still feels like he is adopting Anakin anyway. Tonight, he is just a guy, out on the town, having fun with his girl. This is, perhaps, Obi-Wan’s last taste of normalcy but he expects it won’t be Quin’s.

She’s making her way over to him now, legs wobbling, a huge cheeky grin on her face, digging into her flushed cheeks. Her giggles echo over the music of the bar. The Starberry wine has stained her lips a deliciously blushed colour and she has a glint in her eye.

Obi-Wan can remember every time his heart has swelled at the sight of something beautiful. The feeling of it, goosebumps all over his body, a breath hitched in his throat. Hyperspace, the stars blurring with the speed. Naboo and it’s grasslands and gardens. Padme Amidala. Shaak Ti’s mastery of Makashi and Ataru and her grace and serendity in battle. And now… Her.

She’s giggling as she lets herself flop down into the conversation booth, next to Obi-Wan. He can feel the warmth of her radiating through his tunic. The small of her infiltrates his nose, sweet like summertime. He groans internally. He is so in trouble. Her hand lands on his thigh and she’s leaning into him as she tries to right herself in the seat.

Across from them, Grace has found her spot next to Quinlan and now her fingers are tracing the yellow markings of the Kiffar’s skin. Obi-Wan clears his throat, excusing himself and tearing his eyes away from the couple and their intimate moment but without conversation, he is all too aware of her, inching closer and closer into his side, her breath tickling his skin.

“Obi,” She whispers softly, lips grazing his neck, and Obi-Wan has to close his eyes to keep still, to not startle her away from this closeness he’s been longing for. When his mind is calm, he opens his eyes to see Quin silently laughing at him from across the booth, Grace now peppering his neck and shoulders with kisses.

“Will you take me home?” She asks, so sweetly, eyes peering up at him from under her thick lashes. He nods, finishing his drink as she downs the rest of her wine, giggling again as Obi-Wan catches her as she missteps out of the booth.

He taps the table as a way of farewelling Quin and Grace, pays off their tab, and lets her lead him out of the bar, hand in hand. His training is screaming at him to let go, to pull his hand away, to reject this simple touch and he knows he probably should but his instincts are taking over every bit of training and his hand wraps around hers anyway. The city is bustling as they make their way back to her apartment lot. The planet that never sleeps lives up to its name, people coming and going everywhere. After weaving through the sports district, they finally come to her apartment.

“Would you like to come in, Obi-Wan?”

He loves the sound of his name coming from her berry stained lips. The way it sounds so sweet but tonight he doesn’t want to be Obi-Wan. He doesn’t want to be Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight, Man of Responsibility. He just wants to be a man who is in love with a woman. He doesn’t want to have to think about the repercussions crossing her doorstep is sure to bring in the morning. He doesn’t want to think about Anakin, the future, the wider galaxy. He doesn't want to think about anything except this girl and this moment. He nods.

She fumbles with the keys, giggling as her clumsy fingers slip. When the door finally swings open, she lets out a loud laugh, and he laughs too, following her and shutting the door behind her. She sits her purse on the table by the entrance and kicks off her heels. Obi-Wan toes off his boots.

Her apartment is almost as beautiful as her. Colours everywhere but not in a cluttered way. In an artful, tasteful kind of way. As he takes it in, she asks if he likes the apartment. He nods again.

“Good.” She says, laughing. “I’d be out of a job if you didn’t.”

“You’re an interior designer?”

She nods as she makes her way through to the kitchen. She pulls out a glass and fills it with water, she doesn't ask if he wants a glass, but pours him one anyway. Their fingers brush as he accepts, sending tingles up his arm. He follows her through the house, as she leads him through to her bedroom.

“Will you stay?” She asks, eyes fluttering.

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tags: @morganlefaye13 @lucyysthings (if you are striked out, i coulnd’t find you. please check your settings or message me your new @)

[causenessus]

omg i hate that guy <- not really anymore,, he's a good teacher my grades shot up SO fast (D->A within three months of him teaching) BUT LIKEEEE HES BEEN TEACHING ME SINCE 8TH GRADE AND SAYS LIKE 1 GOOD THING EVERY 6 MONTHS

HE ARRIVED AS SOON AS I READ UR ANSWER

he said i did well today 😎 and if i study properly ill do the same in all my next exams !!1! i have to start a bunch of different coachings eww

ANYWAYS i woke up at like 5 today (us moment) !! idk why because i had online classes that started from 9

sleep early tho!!!!!!! i hate waking up and i hate sleeping i hate everything actually

i conked out at 11:30pm last night (omfg i did not know i could do that)

im doing so good (still high off the grades) but like lowkey panicking bc of the next exams !! my goal is to beat my sister's records <//3 basically she's pike crazy good and got 7 A* and 1 B </3 i alr got an A* in the subject she got a B in, and then i have like 7 more subjects to give exams of :[

but like she is ACTUALLY so good at studies n shit she got the highest grades in her batch in biology in this years board exams (wtf!) and when she gave her 10th grade boards she got like the highest marks in economics in 34 years/basically the whole school history i will cry .

the english teacher i have rn is fucking insane she told us callous and careless are the same thing i almost cried

she also spelled ajar as ajure

NOW YOU MIGHT SAY but lina thats hecking stupid !! its not her first language:( SHE HAS A DEGREE?? AND IS THE HEAD OF THE ENGLISH DEPARTMENT ??? and she took up four classes (4hrs) just talking about the SYLLABUS not even what we're learning

im aiming for like,, country highest at least in english so having her is a terrifying thought

ALSO A GIRL FROM THE BATCH ABOVE ME GOT WORLD HIGHEST IN HER MATH BOARD EXAM (100%!?!?)

okay anyways ill go erm sorry for yapping.. IM STARTING MY HEALTHY STUDY GIRL ERA AND STUDY NOW!!! honestly im quite proud of myself because like a year and a bit ago my grades were like,, 1 U, 3 Ds, 5 Cs and 1 B like wtf .. anyways the subject i got a U in back then,, i got 90% in boards this year ! and my lowest grade recently was 80% like chat we r eating ts up

IVE TALKED ENOUGH THANKS FOR LISTENING OR WHATEVER NOW I FEEL EMBARRASSED

STAY SAFE AND HYDRATED NESS ILY ILY ILY BYEBYE :)

DON'T FEEL EMBARASSED!!!!! I LOVE TO HEAR YOU TALK <3333 (sorry i got distracted and immediately read the bottom paragraph LET ME READ FROM THE START) LMAO I'M GLAD YOUR TUTOR IS GOOD AT TEACHING!! EVEN IF HE'S NOT NICE 😔😔😔 KNOW THAT YOU'RE DOING SO WELL LINA!!! I'LL COMPLIMENT U AND CHEER U ON IF HE WON'T <3

LINA SIDE TAGENT THAT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH i love how energetic your writing is!!! like it's rubbing off on me <33 i was feeling a little sleepy but now that i'm reading your ask i feel more like !!! awake!!!! this is all /pos I JUST WANTED TO SAY I LOVE THE WAY YOU TALK </33 BUT PLEASE 5 AM???? AND YOUR FIRST ONLINE CLASS IS AT 9??? PLEASE BRO WHY IS THAT THE USUAL?? 😭 WHEN MY FIRST CLASSES WERE ONLINE IN HIGH SCHOOL I FR WOKE UP AT LIKE 8 EVERYDAY (bc idk how they were for you but like google meets were once a week and optional bc they'd just record it anyway so i'd watch the recordings at like 2x speed while doomscrolling tumblr or something)

YOU SLEEP EARLY PLEASE!! or like sleep more idk 😭😭 i could never wake up at 5 am willingly you're amazing for that 😭 the "i hate everything actually" is SO real it made me laugh so hard PLEASE 😭

YOUR SISTER SOUNDS CRAZY??? LIKE GOOD LUCK BEATING HER RECORDS IG </3 BUT PLEASE DON'T STRESS YOURSELF OUT OR MAKE IT A BIG DEAL !! YOU DID AMAZING THIS TIME AROUND WITH YOUR EXAMS AND IK YOU'LL DO GREAT AGAIN BUT DEFINITELY DON'T STRESS YOURSELF OUT TOO MUCH PLEASE!! i cannot believe the thing about your sister having the highest grades in ECONOMICS in like 34 years because economics is NOT fun that class made like 0 sense to me like bro if the global market is crashing and economists don't understand it HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND IT ?????????

CALLOUS AND CARELESS ARE THE SAME THING????????? HELLO????????????? HOW IS SHE A TEACHER I'M SO SORRY BUT LIKE EVEN IF IT'S NOT HER FIRST LANGUAGE THAT MEANS NOTHING LIKE BEING AN ENGLISH TEACHER IS NOT THE ONLY JOB OUT THERE IF SHE CAN'T TEACH ENGLISH THEN LIKE MAYBE SHE CAN TEACH SOMETHING ELSE??? BC I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE LETTING HER TEACH IF SHE'S DOING THINGS LIKE THAT 😭 AND SHE'S THE HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT AND EVERYTHING??? EVEN CRAZIER???? good luck with your goals though!! i believe in u <3

WHY IS YOUR GRADE BREAKING LIKE ALL THESE RECORDS?????? LIKE I KEEP READING MORE PARAGRAPHS AND WITH EVERY WORD MY CONFIDENCE IN MY OWN SCHOLARLY ACCOMPLISHMENTS IS DEPLETING LMAO 😭😭 I DID NOT BREAK ANY RECORDS BUT GOOD FOR U GUYS!!!

amazing job with the better grades!! and i love your healthy study girl era!! please make sure to take care of yourself and keep your mind and body nourished <333 i hope you're doing alright!! i just saw something on your blog recently that made me want to make sure you're doing alright!!! please know that my dms are always open to you!! <33 take it easy and you're an amazing person <3 you're so sweet and talented please let me know if you need anything!!

[teal-moonlight]

Headcanon time again and dude, ive been missing Kazuha a lot and something came to mind…

We talked about how Kazuha and Lumine would have the most wholesome fwb kinda thing, both are comfortable with it, both have a close friend to unwind and be themselves, and oh how Kazuha actually enjoys it, and with the knowledge that he's one to get involved in things just because the traveler is around has me ascending, like the times hes been a part of events and he says that he was around but he wanted to participate because he wanted to spend some time with Lumine adgasuifña

Like the last time in Liyue with the TCG tournament, after everything was done and Lumine was getting ready to leave for Inazuma, she just so happened to be staying on an inn in the city, Paimon's fault since she said Wangshu inn was too far away and they needed to leave by boat so a place close to the harbour would be more convenient (that and the fact that Paimon was kinda fed up of her bestie's escapades with certain yaksha… poor innocent fae if only she knew xD).

That night after they were full from a delicous meal in Wanmin restaurant, Paimon fell like a rock, already in deep sleep after the days activities, in the silence of the night, Lumine caught a faint whitling sound, going closer to the window she immediately recognized it, smiling to herself she decided that a quick stroll to the roof would be nice. And of course, as expected she found him there, looking as serene and calm as ever, Kazuha immediately noticed her, greeting her with one of his cliched remarks of how he caught her scent on the wind approaching, always so true to himself.

They sat side by side talking about everything and nothing, catching up, conversing about the days' events, the old and new friends they met, Lumine alway felt so comforted being with him like this. She was entranced looking at the night sky when she suddenly felt his body heat get closer and a pair of lips connecting to the skin of her neck, just behind her ear, a flush running up her cheeks and a bolt of heat going south. Honestly, after they decided that this was how their friendship was going to be Lumine couldn't help but giggle a bit, she's actually really missed him.

Taking advantage of the oportunity, she asks if he'd like to give her a room tour, Kazuha also had to laugh this is just so much fun between the both of them, Lumine isn't the only one enjoying their little encounters. So they go back down, not before sharing some body heat on that roof, kisses and caresses getting a bit too heated, he takes her hand and they go to his room for a while, both of the know she has to go back or the fae might wake up to an empty room and Lumine really does not want to deal with that again, so they make the most of the time they have, small conversations, laughter and roaming touches leaving them both satisfied and glowing. It's always a bit sad when she has to leave, with the promises of a next time, a hug, a kiss and a high five… yes they really are the bestest friends ever.

I just love this relationship with them, intimate but also so incredibly chill, one moment they're talking about the most trivial things the next they're making each other scream I LOVE THEMMMM

[ahiyashi]

After Hours

Snyposis: After a long day at work all you want to do is go home and sleep, but your "husband" has another idea.

Tw: married to gojo, gojo is needy, nsfw, oral sex,penetration, annoying husband

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You had a long day at work. File after file,case after case. You were a office clerk at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School and the new case loads are insane. Ever sice that Yuji kid asorbed the king of curses Sukuna's finger, there have been more and more curse sightings and eliminations,and princepal Yaga was breathing down your neck to get the new case files completed.

You thought he was being ridiculous and unfair seeing as you were the only clerk employed to handle his files. All you wanted to do was go home and shower before your husband arrived.

You met him on your first day. He was charming and showed you places he wasnt supposed to. He even saved you from a random curse stalking you home. Other faculty members warned you that he had another side to him, but you found it hard to believe. During your time dating, he showered you in gifts. Even your engagement ring was expensive. It wasn't until after marriage that you seen what the others had warned you about.

He became incredibly annoying bragging about how strong he was. When he wasnt doing that, he was childish and had the attention span of a todler. Honestly, he drives you insane on most days, but you loved him either way.

It took a whole day and most of the night when you finally finished with the filling. The last one was on a new special grade with patchwork skin and the ability to morphe his body. You sighed and stood up to put the last file away and head home hoping your husband wasnt there.

it was 10 o clock in the evening when you finally made it home. The house was quiet so you assumed your husband was still at work. You sighed in relief meaning you didnt have to make dinner that night. All you wanted to do was just shower and sleep.

You went into the bathroom, removed your makeup, and took a nice hot shower. After you brushed your teeth, and put your faveorite face mask ( your husband got it for you after one month of dating and its been your faveorite since.)

After you removed your face mask and started to brush the knots out or your (h/c) hair, your darling husband walked in. "Im home," he called out. You responded "bathroom". He walks through and comes up behind you to pull you into an embrece,but you pushed him away. "Shower first," you said. "You smell like a wet dog."

Gojo went to smell his under arms, "its not that bad. Is it?" "Yes!" You screamed. "Shower first or your not getting in to bed and can sleep on the floor again." Last time you let him into bed smelling like that,it took nearly a gallon of laundry detergent just to get the smell out. Gojo started to pout looking like a todler throwing a tantrum. "Can you at least join me, Ive been away from you all day." "No I already took a shower and I dont need another one"

"But-" he started, and you cut him off by closing the door to the bathroom. You went in to the closet and put on a (f/c) negligee and matching panties and crawled into bed and closed your eyes.

After about half an hour, you felt the covers move and the bed dip a little and Gojo's damp naked body press up against your back. "You seriously couldn't dry off before getting into bed. Your hair is wetting my pillow."

Gojo laughed. He knew you hated when he got into bed not fully dry. "No. As I was trying to say before you rudly closed the door in my face, I missed you all day and I need to feel your soft body against mine."

You felt his hand sliding up your thigh moving your negligee over your hips. He tried to pull you onto your back, but you stiffened and fought against him. "Not tonight. I had a long day and Im exausted." Your words didnt stop him as moved his hand to your inner thigh. You went to push his hand away. " I said no Satorou. Im exausted. Dont make me kick you out of this bed."

"Just for a little while'" he said seductively. "You dont have to do anything. Let me feel you." As much as you wanted him to fuck you, you really were tired an had another early day as did he. "Satorou," you whined. "I really am tired and I want to sleep. You can do this tomorrow night when im off the the day after. "

Gojo stopped for a moment. 'Maybe for once he understands and will leave me alone ' you thought, but once again thought wrong. He pulled at your shoulder til you finally relented and lay on your back and he climbed on top of you. You looked at him in the eyes.

All argument left your body when you look into his peircing blue eyes... and he's fucking pouting. You roll your eyes. "Alright fine. But dont take too long, I really want to sleep."

Gojo's face lit up as he locked his lips with yours. He slid his tounge along your lower lip wanting entrance that you propmtly denied. Gojo slid his hand into your panties and began to gently rub your weeping pussy making you gasp. Gojo took the oppurtunity to slide his soft tounge into your warm mouth exploring every croner. He then broke the kiss the same time he slid a finger into your drenched hole, earning a soft moan. Gojo licked his lips and locked eys with you."For someone who didn't want sex, your sex is absolutly dripping."

Gojo sat up and pulled your panties off. He gently kissed your lips, then your neck, chest, and stomach. He paused hivering over your pussy and gave you one last look before he swiped his tounge across your clit.

You let out a soft sighs and moans as he started to tounge fuck you. "S- ah Satoru not so rough. P-p-pleas be more-ah-gentle." You stammered out. " (y/n), this is your punishment for shuttting the door in my face." "But-" you started, but he stopped you buy replacing his tounge with his fingers causing you to let out a loud moan. "Don't worry baby. Ill make sure you can walk again. I know you and I have work tomorrow. It wont be like last time I promise. But for now let me make you feel good."

Gojo started to pump his fingers at a medium pace. Your vision blured as he found your soft spot. You felt the pressure rise in the pit of your stomach as gojo started to suck on your clit while his fingers assaulted your insides.

The pressure in the pit of your stomach snapped as Gojo started to roughly suck on your clit. The plessure you recieved was damn near maddening. Your body began to spasm and you let out a series of loud moans as Gojo continued to roughly eat you out.

After a few seconds, Gojo released his lips from your clit and removed his fingers from your now soaking sex. He licked his fingers clean while moaning and looking you in your (e/c) eyes. "That tasted good baby. Ill never get enough." He said.

You wanted to reach up and smack him when he began to line up his twitching cock. You closed your eyes as he slowly eased himself inside til he bottomed out. " Damn baby after all this time being married, you pussy is soo tight. Your silky walls are gonna suck me dry." He then pulled out half way before slamming into your cervix earning another loud moan.

Gojo's thrust were hard and fast. You could do no more than whine and moan as you felt every muscle in his hard cock. Gojo used one hand to hold your hands down while the other wildly rubbed your twitching clit throwing you into another orgasm. At this point you were a weeping mess as your husbands thrusts got quicker giving you your third ogasm of the night. He was no better grunting and groaning like a wild animal.

You felt Gojo's thrusts become slopper and he started to twitch inside you. "Mmm baby im so ugh so close. Gojo started to twitch over you. He then threw his head back as he thrusted into you one final time realeasing his seed deep inside you. You felt the warmness of his cum as he released inside you making you cum for the final time tonight.

Gojo rested his forehead againt yours bofore giving you a gentle kiss on the lips and rolling off you.

"Try to contain youself babe. We both have work tomorrow and im too exaused for round two." Gojo went to embrace you, when he felt a kick to his stomach that sent him tumbling to the floor. "Don't worry babe. Have a good night on the floor."

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La Knight x Jon Moxley

Yknow how they were roommates? Yeah I made a fic about it.

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Summary-

Sharing an apartment with young Moxley wasn't bad, almost every night was like goddamn party. Knight liked it, he really did. But all this partying, also meant women. and sex. But he should be the one sleeping with em instead of being jealous of who they're sleeping with

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Roomates

Sharing an apartment with young Moxley wasn't bad, almost every night was like goddamn party. Knight liked it, he really did. But all this partying, also meant women. and sex.

He wasn't the one sleeping with the hookers. It was Mox, and it fucking annoyed the shit out of him. Why you may ask? Because Knight has had the biggest fucking crush on Jon for aslong as he could remember.

You'll never hear him admit it though. He was a eye catcher, he should be the one sleeping with the women. Not the one jealous of who the women are sleeping with.

Here he is again bringing home yet another women. Knights been getting so tired of this shit. Can't he just use his hand for once. Like holy shit.

Watching them sneak of into his room from his seat on the couch just hurts. It really did hurt. Mox never really talked to him much anymore, To the point where he pretty much just ignores him. Why couldn't he come to him for his pleasureable needs. He'd sure as hell be much better than the hookers he brings home.

He figures the man would be busy fucking for about a solid 10 minutes, so he decides to jack himself off. Why not? If Mox can so can he.

But the thoughts of women aren't helping, So his mind wonders off to Moxley, He can hear them. They aren't quiet whatsoever.

The way Jon sounds, He pictures him shirtless, dominating the slut he has in his room, he want's it to be him so very bad. He feels slutty for thinking this, but he can't help it, Why couldn't it be him goddammit.

He whimpers. He hears himself fucking whimper.

He has his cock in his hand and jacks it off slowly, while he tries to control his breathing. The last thing he wants is to be caught, but even that thought hardens his cock. He soon feels shame come over him and heads to the shower to cool off.

The water feels incredible as it runs down him, the cold water cools his flustered body, and his boner has gone down some. He's still sexually frustrated but he doesn't feel that he deserves it, like what kind of friend gets off by thinking sexually about his roomate?

He turns the tap off and dries himself off. He doesn't even care anymore. he walks out naked and into his room. To get changed. What he forgot his clothes?

But turns out Moxley was out there, He just flashed his bare ass to his roomate. Eh they've both done it countless times, but this time feels different.

He walks out after changing into sweats and staying shirtless, He finds Jon sitting in the living room looking quite flustered if he must say so himself, staring at him with wanting eyes.

He was also shirtless and just in a pair of basketball shorts.

"Your girl go home?" He asks the shocked man coldly

This snaps Mox out of his shocked state

"She aint my girl what?" he states bewildered

"Well what is this? The fucking 10th women this week? Like Fuck Jon calm down" He yells before walking into the kitchen

"Get your pretty little ass out here. Since when has this bothered you"  He fights back

Knight walks back out looking a little flushed trying to explain

Mox smirks at this.

"What are you jealous pretty boy?" He whispers

He slowly walks over to the flushed man and runs his hand down Knight's chest while putting his mouth close to his ear

"You wish it was you huh?" he whispers teasingly before backing up so he can breath

"I-I huh?" The older man mutters not being able to comprehend anything.

Mox laughs

"It all makes sense now!!" He cheers victoriously

He looks at the older mans confused gaze and continues

"Man ive been bringing these women honestly just to fuck with ya. I didn't think you'd get that pissed though, But i've wanted you for so fucking long, and that ass.." he trails off

Knight finally breaks out of his trance and rushes into Mox's hold and kisses him like his life depends on it. Moxley kisses back just as passionatly

"Holy fuck..." Knight whispers against his lips

"You dont how bad ive wanted to fucking jerk off to you" he continues

"Why didnt you?" Mox asks slightly confused

"Shame" He replies simply

"Well you have me now, so cmon" Mox encourages and leads him to couch.

Knight laughs slightly and follows.

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Im to lazy to write smut im sorry.

~Cross-posted on wattpad and ao3~