beingmade

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ 1,862 days !

pairing: yeonjun x reader summary: being able to love yeonjun, and the road that lead you to him word count: 1.3k extra: happy five years to our oldest member!! 4th gen it boy yeonjun!! apart of my anniversary series!

yeonjun was like a breath of fresh air, a saving grace. moving to korea at eighteen was rough, but running into the boy on the streets suddenly made it all worth it. you had bumped into him early in the spring - you were still bundled up in a jacket wandering aimlessly around seoul. instead of finding your friend at the coffee shop she had promised to wait for you in, you quite literally ran into yeonjun.

'excuse me, can you help me?' you pleaded through broken korean, and he laughed slightly, understanding the gist of what you were asking him.

needless to say, he gave you directions, even walked you to the shop and sat down with you after you realised your friend had set out on her own to find you. he even went a step above the rest and walked you back to your apartment after learning just how new to the area you were.

the rest was (basically) history. all it took was one day for him to ask you out, and those dates quickly turned into weekends tucked away from the rest of the world hiding out in your apartment. your roommate was rarely home - she worked odd hours and had her own girlfriend to visit.

before you knew it, five months by yeonjun's side became five years.

"all i'm saying," you began, your boyfriend humming mindlessly on the couch as he half watched tv, half played on his phone. "is we should go out for our anniversary."

yeonjun nodded absentmindedly, your words not truly sinking in. "yeah, yeah." he mumbled, eyes glued to his phone. kai had got him hooked on some two player game, and now the duo were both constantly on their phones, fighting monsters or something.

"it's too bad taehyun asked me out too." you giggled, leaning over the couch to watch his reaction.

nothing.

"i mean, is it bad i said yes? we don't technically have plans, so it's not a big deal."

he didn't even acknowledge your presence.

"but i felt bad, because i had to turn down wooyoung, and dino, and changbin - yeonjun could you at least blink to let me know you're not some zombie?" you groaned, moving around the sofa to sit next to him.

now it was his turn to laugh and he wrapped his arm around you, his phone discarded next to him. "i was listening," he teased, eyes glistening with mischief as he smiled, clearly proud of himself. "i just wanted to see how ridiculous you'd get."

you chose to ignore his statement, moving past the ordeal. it was sort of childish. "so, dinner? tomorrow night?" you posed, moving to sit on your knees. it was almost as if you were ready to beg. anniversaries meant a lot to you - especially as this one marked five years since moving to korea.

it was hard, leaving your life behind. but, you had to. and things had worked out. really well.

"i've got practice. why don't we go out tonight? today marks five years of us meeting." he offered, frowning when he noticed just how disappointed you were.

"yeah, sure." you smiled, pushing yourself up off the couch. "i was hoping you'd be able to get off work tomorrow, but i get it. i promise i do."

he nodded, sighing. "have you talked to your parents recently?" the question caught you off guard - no matter how good or bad of a relationship you had with your parents, calling them rarely crossed your mind. when was the last time you spoke to either of them?

"no," you huffed, though more out of annoyance with yourself than with him. if you were to call them, they would chew you out for ghosting them. but life was busy, and the time difference did not help. "they weren't the biggest fans of me moving out here, you know."

his eyebrows furrowed as his head tilted slightly to the side, "they weren't? but - when i met them a bit back, they seemed so happy for you."

you tried to suppress the growing grin on your face at the idea. "my parents were so far from happy for me, jjunie. they just didn't want to upset either of us."

he nodded slowly, letting the information seep in. "well, that's too bad. i hoped to talk to them. but i guess i could see how they probably weren't the biggest fans of their eighteen year old deciding to just move out and into a foreign city."

"why would you want to talk to my parents?" you snorted, the idea so completely absurd it didn't even seem real. "didn't you say something along the lines of, 'i'm sorry you're related.' when you met them?"

he shrugged, clearly unable to form the proper sentence. you took his silence as a cue to leave and get ready for dinner. by the time you were done he'd probably have made a reservation somewhere, or called some sort of favour in. perks of being famous.

and of course, by the time you emerged from your bedroom, grabbing a hold of your wallet from your dresser, yeonjun himself was already waiting for you by the door, holding your shoes in his hands.

"took you long enough." he smiled, though you could see the faint spread of pink across his cheeks. he was never good at hiding the fact that he was blushing. over the years he had learn't you were simply too good at spotting it, and accepted the fact that you thought it was cute.

"so where are we going out tonight, mr. choi?" you grinned, slipping your shoes on and interlocking your arm with his as you made your way out the front door. sometimes having a first floor apartment was a blessing.

"it's a surprise." was all he said, and you understood that his words truly meant surprise. as in, he was not going to be telling you. but still, you quickly recognised the change of scenery. something about it was familiar.

you were close to your first apartment - the one you lived in when you met yeonjun. you could see the park you spent many afternoons together in. and up in the distance you could faintly see the coffee shop you went to when you first met yeonjun.

and it all made sense.

"coffee for dinner? don't you have practice tomorrow?" you questioned, nudging his shoulder with your own.

he nodded, taking a moment to look at you.

it felt like his breath had been knocked straight out of him.

you were everything to him.

"you know what?" he smiled, pausing.

"hm?" you hummed, stopping just a few feet in front of him. "what is it?"

"i've been in love with you for five years." you felt your heart stop in your chest. "i've spent these last five years doing what i love, while getting to be with the person i love. you don't know how crazily lucky i feel just waking up next to you."

he began to lower himself to the ground.

now it was your turn to have the breath knocked out of you. "jjunie?"

"it would be a lie to say these past five years have been easy, but hey, i love you. so they've all been worth it." he was pulling something out of his pocket.

a ring.

he didn't even need to ask the question for you to begin to tear up (i would.), your answer already so clear to him. "you don't need to even say yes, just let me know i'll be able to love you for et-"

"yes." you smiled, rushing quickly to pull him into a hug. "i've been in love with you since i met you, jjunie. and i plan on loving you for the rest of my life. the past 1,862 days have meant the world to me."

"not like anyones counting or anything." he teased, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

yeah, moving to korea at eighteen was worth it.

a/n: i've never??? written??? a marriage??? proposal???? ive never???? witnessed???? true love????

©2024 - all rights reserved to hueningsloverr, please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

[theangelshifter]

EAH DR INTRO !!

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Basic ᓚᘏᗢ

Name : Chester (Chess) Cheshire

Age : 17

Prounouns : He/Him

Fairytale parent : Cheshire Cat

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Replationships ᓚᘏᗢ

(Not all, but the main ones)

> Kitty Cheshire : My sister!! She’s younger by a year and we get along super well.

> Gale Pan : (OC — son of peter pan) My s/o. How we got together (super funny story): Basically, I have a rep of being annoying and mischievous like my sister. Kitty and Gale were friends due to them sitting next to each other in a class the prior year. So, at the beginning of the year, Kitty made a bet with Gale. The bet was that he couldn’t room with me all year without going to change roommates or room with someone else. If he left before the year was over, Kitty would get $100 from Gale. If he stayed the whole year, Gale would get $100 from Kitty. I didn’t have a roommate planned anyways and Kitty agreed to give me half the money if I helped annoy him to the point he moved out, so I was totally into this idea. Him and I did not get along at all, but we never left because of the bet. However, over time, he and I got closer. We ended up becoming more like a couple, just without a label because we didn’t want to admit our feelings for each other. One day I just randomly spit it out, and that’s how it happened. (Kitty lost the bet…her exact words are, “I told you to annoy him, not romance him!!”)

> Lizzy Hearts : MY BEST FRIEND I LOVE HER!! I help her sometimes with her designs :)

> Maddie Hatter : A close friend. We hang out a lot and joke all the time.

> Briar Beauty : I LOVE HER. She’s one of my close friends and is always up for doing any of my crazy ideas

> C.A. Cupid : Close friend. She and I talk about love and romance a lot, and she and I vent to each other about relationship problems

> Raven Queen : Friends. We get along well and she likes talking to me. We share similar interests and views on destinies. We like to shit talk the headmaster a lot (I HATE HIM AAAA)

> Cerise Hood : Friends. I know her secret and so she’s able to be more of herself around me

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Extra/World info ᓚᘏᗢ

> Kitty is the younger one so I’m destined to sign the book. However, I don’t want to sign and Kitty does. So we’re both not liking the idea of having to sign the book. Luckily, we found out Briar didn’t want to sign. So when Briar (like how she does in the show) goes and finds the real copy, we help her get rid of it.

> Neverland characters exist

> I changed some of the timeline so that different things that happen all happen within one school year instead of two

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group H Round 2: #H7 vs #H3

#H7: Isekai subversion, now with more women and good writing.

#H3: Two guys time-travel through photos. Depression ensues.

Details and poll under the cut!

#H7: The Executioner and Her Way of Life (Shokei Shoujo no Virgin Road)

Summary:

Average student Mitsuki Mutou suddenly finds himself transported to another realm. Summoned by the king of this world for the remarkable power he is supposed to possess, Mitsuki is thrown out when it appears that he lacks a Special Concept. Moping about, he encounters a priestess named Menou who explains that Japanese people like him are known as Lost Ones, and such individuals never fail to have Special Concepts.

Menou elaborates that she is part of a church that helps abandoned Lost Ones integrate into society. She invites him to spend the night at her church, where the two can probe the nature of his ability. Eventually, they discover that Mitsuki's Special Concept is actually incredibly powerful and dangerous.

But is Menou's true goal to assist Lost Ones—or the opposite?

Propaganda 1:

An isekai that forgoes the usual tropes and exceedingly dull, whitebread protagonist in favor of a cast consisting more or less exclusively of varying flavors of deranged lesbians.

As a bonus, a certain scene halfway through the first episode made a lot of the worst parts of the anime community SO mad, and I feel like that’s worth something in and of itself.

Propaganda 2:

An isekai subversion that doesn’t feel like it’s subversive for the sake of being trendy! All of its unique parts have lore to explain them, and the world building of the series is super intriguing. The power mechanics are well-thought-out, and the fighting is unique and beautifully animated! Another strong part is the character relationships; I love the various dynamics between the main cast, and I love how none of them are reduced to mere tropes, as anime loves to do with its women. It’s also very funny, and the protagonist is one of my favorites <3333

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore, Suicide. Suicide is basically a deuteragonist’s goal, but it isn’t shown.

#H3: Link Click (Shiguang Dailiren)

Summary:

Best friends, roommates, and business partners Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang run a photo studio, developing pictures and the like. But that’s not all they do. The Shiguang Photo Studio has a secret extra service—they can deliver messages you never got to send and find information you never got to learn, so long as you bring a photograph, or maybe several.

Their method? A clap of the hands, and Cheng Xiaoshi dives into the past and into the body of the photographer. Guided by Lu Guang, he has twelve hours to achieve his goal, whether that is finding a secret, saying goodbye, or winning a fight.

Assisted by their friend and landlady Qiao Ling, the duo navigates a gallery of corporate lies, interpersonal drama, old regrets, and crime. In the second season, threads that began in the first episode of season one continues, showcasing the same level of brilliant writing and even higher stakes for our beloved characters.

Propaganda:

“Past or future, just let them be” is a message that is repeated throughout the show. At first, you’d think it’s just a matter of course, but after enough times of hearing it, it becomes depressing.

How can Cheng Xiaoshi be indifferent when he can feel the emotions of the person he’s possessing? When their pain becomes his pain as well? And so what if the person before him is already dead? At this moment, their hands feel so warm and alive.

This is where Lu Guang comes in. While Cheng Xiaoshi is the empathic and reckless type, Lu Guang is the cold and rational type. They balance each other out, and when they have conflicts, they face it maturely. They also care for each other so so much that the moment the other is in danger, all their principles get thrown out the window just to ensure the other person’s safety.

In s1, we watch them take on their clients’ orders. Through this, the show’s beauty is revealed: Simplicity and Sincerity.

Simplicity, because for a time-travel show, you’d expect the tasks to involve the fate of the world or something, but no. All the people Cheng Xiaoshi have dived into have been your everyday person—an office woman who gets harassed at work, a restaurant owner who’s grown estranged from her best friend, a man who wants to gain the approval of his girlfriend’s family, etc. Even when the stakes go high in s2, the core of the conflicts still lie in the character’s personal problems—which may seem small in the grand scheme of things, but they are not any less important. And I think this is nice. It’s hard to relate to grand plots, but it’s easy to relate to the day-to-day struggles that humans face.

Then Sincerity, because every single character is treated with care. Even characters you’ll never see again past their arcs manage to be impactful and unforgettable. They’ll claw their way into your heart and just stay there. I’ve rewatched s1 three times, but I still cry every time it reaches the basketball arc 😭. Then in s2, even the antagonists will grab for their share of your tears.

And you begin to question—Should they really just let the past or future be? If changing the past could save someone, is it really that bad?

The answer revealed in the s2 finale was so shocking that #link click trended for the first time ever on Tumblr after the episode aired, which is a feat in itself, considering how small the fandom is.

It has great animation, too. I especially love the 360° shots in some key scenes in s2 for they really amped up the tension. The fight scenes are also well-choreographed.

And all the music are bangers! S1 opening makes you wanna learn finger tutting, while the s2 opening is a masterpiece that leaves you in awe. (The s2 second chorus is just the first chorus played in reverse, making it sound like time is being rewinded. Fucking genius!)

If you still don’t watch Link Click after reading this, then you’ll be missing out in one of the greatest animated shows of all time. Just do yourself a favor and watch it already.

Trigger Warnings:

S1: Flashing lights in the opening, attempted and implied sexual harassment, slight panic attack, death, kidnapping, drugging, suicide, blood. Complete list of TW’s for s1 can be found here (it may be spoilery)

S2: Fast-changing images in the opening, domestic abuse, child abuse, emotional abuse, violence, blood, murder.

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how it’s presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form, where you can submit revisions for taglines, propaganda, trigger warnings, and/or video.

[maebyshifting]

my descendants dr!

𓆷 ━━━ background info ━━━ 𓆷

firstly i haven't even watched descendants until last year when my friend forced me to and i absolutely fell in love with it

my favorite movie is def the second one, but my ranking goes two, three, then one. uma's crew brings exactly what it needed and i love them so much

in general my favorite character is evie i love her <3 mwah the older sister figure i never knew i needed

𓆷 ━━━━ about me ━━━━━ 𓆷

my name is raye fitzherbert and i am the child of rapunzel and eugene!

we are 18/19 and auradon is a university instead of a prep/high school

ben and i are basically like siblings as our parents are very close - unfortunately auradon believes we're arranged to be married since we are so close

i have a cat named sunny and she is an actual ray of sunshine i love her so much

here she is :)

i don't have any siblings, which is why ben and i are so close since we're only children

my wardrobe consists of a lot of yellow + lavender + light blue combos

i have a dagger that i have on me at all times just in case and know how to sword fight/use it

i look more like my dad but i have my moms eyes and freckles :)

𓆷 ━━━━━ extra details about my home + auradon ━━━━━━ 𓆷

while there are dorms in auradon, i do not have a roommate right now but i can request one if i want

in my home castle my room is up in the tower and is full of artistic doodles from my mom and i and its a lavender and sunny aesthetic

lots of purple and yellow if that makes sense (yellow is my favorite color even in my cr so it makes sense for me)

speaking of yellow my dorm at auradon is more yellow than lavender because its my favorite color :)

there's a lot of majors but i have no idea what i want to major in yet so i'm still figuring it all out

we actually use magic in auradon! i think magic is so central and our parents definitely passed their magic onto us so we get to use it

also in carona we have a lantern ceremony for my birthday and it is so beautiful i get emotional every time

so we celebrate my birthday and the day my mom was found, there's other festivals as well to celebrate things like harvest and fall <3

𓆷 ━━━━ timeline ━━━━━ 𓆷

i am shifting to the first movie, specifically the day that the vks are coming to auradon!

i love to meet people and experience all of that so i get to meet the vks with ben and help show them around

nothing really changes in the first movie, mal doesn't drug ben because that was wild but ben definitely has had a crush on mal for a while now

i convinced him to propose his vk plan <3

in the second movie i also go to the isle with ben and we both get kidnapped!

i made a tiktok about this but i literally follow him and wind up being taken as well- oops

but hey thats where i meet uma's crew!

and harry but thats not important rn-

third movie i'm with jane for her birthday and meet up with everyone in the woods like in the movie

so yeah other than that its like super close to the movies

i can't wait for after the third movie though timeline was because it's going to be so fun with all the villain kids in auradon with us

especially uma's crew <3 i love uma so much i respect the hell out of her

𓆷 ━━━ relationships ━━━━ 𓆷

as i already said, ben and i are basically siblings auradon doesn't agree rn smh

we speak to each other in french when we don't want others to know what we're saying

also as stated before ben has a HUGE crush on mal

because we've been doing research on the isle so he could propose his idea to his parents

anway

i'm really good friends with jane and my friend sol :) idk if they're on tumblr but they are my shifting best friend and we script each other into our drs so we can meet

anyway sol is chad's twin and they're cinderella and prince charming's kids

her and chad are very close as siblings, brains and beauty frfr

i haven't met any of the vks yet but i hope to be really good friends with them :)

especially evie and uma's crew

but like i'm excited to meet everyone

lets talk about harry hook

i like to script scenarios so if you're not into that feel free to ignore this! i like to jot the ideas down so it finally leaves my head

sooooo harry has a little crush

that's the best way to explain it

so while ben has a crush on mal, harry has a little crush on a certain princess and doesn't think it'll ever happen until the press interview said princess where they state that ben and her are more like siblings not arranged lovers

so yeah :) descendants two is going to be fun

audrey doesn't like me or mal

she thinks i'm in the way of her families plan for her to be queen but i'm literally like go! take him! i don't want ben!

but he has eyes on mal so she doesn't like that either

other than that i'm very close with my parents and ben's parents

also gil and i are going to be best friends. i haven't met him yet but that's my goal because he also speaks french and is so naturally funny

𓆷 ━━━━ extras ━━━━━ 𓆷

in this dr we do still sing and dance which is so fun

my dance partner usually was ben, but after the vks arrived it turns into jay

jay gives older brother vibes idk he makes me feel safe

there's a ton of balls as well where we dress up and wear our crowns since a lot of us are princesses/princes

here's my crown :) its like a mini version of my moms crown but in my mind its more stylized to fit the yellow/lavendar theme i have

i think that's everything i can think of- if anyone has any questions i'd love to answer them!

i love talking about my drs and this one is so special to me because the world is so amazing and i love the music so much

also if you have a descendants dr please tell me about them!

[queenlua]

30's meme: 1, 11, 45, 52?

1. What was the first piece of furniture you bought?

my *very* first piece of furniture was a futon whose cost i split with three other roommates, freshman year of college. i napped/lounged/homeworked on that futon probably more than anyone else all four years of undergrad, lmao. we got it from a habitat from humanity sale and it was CLUTCH

my first non-cheapo/non-ikea furniture would be the wooden dinner table i split with my husband when we moved in together. it's SO pretty and nice and i love it so much... and he DEFINITELY had to talk me into it because i have no sense of ~*~interior decoration aesthetics~*~ and was like "do we really need this idk it seems too fancy...." (he was 100% correct and, come to think of it, is responsible for pretty much all our furniture. it's ok, i contribute all the stuffed animals, i'm helping)

11. What’s something you saved up for and then regretted buying?

for years all my skibrah buddies were like "bro you gotta get an Epic Pass it's the only way to ski bro" & one year i FINALLY caved and got an epic pass and... then due to illness/injury i wasn't even able to USE the thing to the fullest, and also, most of the bit of skiing i wound up doing was at a NON-EPIC MOUNTAIN, so. all i got was the warm n fuzzy feeling of "paying lots of money to the evil conglomerate that's slowly jacking up the price of skiing all across the entire world." UGH

45. What’s something you wish you had more time for?

if i had an extra three hours a day i could do job + all my hobbies + get adequate sleep. however i do not have those three hours so more-often-then-not i sleep less than i'd like (and uhhh sometimes i job less than i should, but, don't tell my boss that)

52. Did your relationship with your parents get better when you stopped living with them?

Oh yeah, absolutely. Though I guess there was a little back-n-forth, like...

High school: Relationship with mom was so-so but overall fine

College: Relationship with mom gets much worse. In hindsight, she was definitely working through some Empty Nester Feelings TM and i kinda got the brunt of that, but also, I probably wasn't as nice about it as I could've been haha

First job out of college: Mom's SO much more chill. So chill that, when I end up doing a residency in another city & plot to land a job on the west coast, I'm like "why don't I just move back home for a bit in-between gigs"

Living at home again: BAD idea lmfao. Things are really tense and bad

West coast job: Both mom & I are still a little wounded for a year or two, but stuff's much better from there on out, and nowadays I definitely count mom among my best friends.

(my dad was present through all this but that relationship's always been stable, by the virtue of me being Basically The Same Person As My Dad, lol)

[the-knightmare]

My second entry for @roudiseshipweek. Didn't intend to have my only two fics bookend the week, but that's how it goes sometimes.

Also on A03

The scent of pine filled the small apartment, and Louise could still feel the sticky feel of sap on her hands from dragging it up the stairs that morning. She had been eager to have it up, waking up and heading to the lot just as they opened. Now, as she watched the branches slowly settle, her stomached clenched with nerves.

Rudy didn’t know about the tree. Conveniently, she had left a few minutes after he had gone for his turn of picking up the weekly groceries. They had been living together for just under three months, with her kinda-boyfriend joining the lease after Gene took a job offer at a sound production studio a couple towns over and decided to live closer to work.

Kinda-boyfriend was the label she had decided on mentally, as even at the age of twenty when they held hands, shared a bed occasionally, and had kissed, they hadn’t quite given a name to what was between them.

Not that Louise minded. It was easier for them to be best friends and roommates that sometimes did romantic things. Though her mom and Tina called Rudy her boyfriend and she didn’t correct them. Rudy’s parents also referred to her as his girlfriend at their ‘We’re Still a Family’ dinners. When she had thought about it as she had wrestled the tree though the door, the label of boyfriend/girlfriend didn’t disgust her.

She liked how it sounded, actually.

Maybe it was time to talk about what their relationship was and how she didn’t want to just be roommates anymore.

But now that she had the tree, aided by her parents, Louise found her thoughts spiraling. The scent seemed strong, could it irritate Rudy’s lungs? Would he hate that she had gone ahead and gotten a Christmas tree without discussing it first? Especially when Louise didn’t even know if he celebrated Christmas.

“Oh god, this could mess everything up,” Louise muttered to herself. She had read enough of Tina’s romance magazines as a kid to know that holidays caused the most trouble.

Maybe he wouldn’t notice the six-foot pine tree in their living room? No, Rudy would be able to smell it if he someone managed to not see it. Just as Louise had settled on hiding the tree in her room, she heard the door unlock.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. I had a hard time finding those chocolate chip scones you like at the bakery, so I grabbed an extra gingerbread man.” Rudy called as he entered the joint dining room kitchen of the apartment.

She heard the rustle of grocery bags and knew she should go help put things away. But she also felt frozen to the spot. There wasn’t much time to think of a solution, but maybe-

“I thought I could smell pine when I came in.”

Rudy stood beside her, silently offering her the previously mentioned gingerbread man that was an identical twin to one he had already bitten into.

“What do you think? If it’s too much we can get rid of it, and I never asked if you wanted to do Christmas,” Louise ripped an arm off the cookie and stuffed it into her mouth, shutting herself up.

“I like it,” Rudy said simply, taking another bite of cookie.

“You sure?”

“Yup, it’s a good size, nice colour, and will fit any ornaments we have from our childhoods.”

Louise chewed on her cookie as she took in what Rudy said.

“You have Christmas tree ornaments?”

“My mom celebrates, so there’s bins of ornaments piled up at home. We can fill in the spaces that your ornaments don’t cover,” Rudy said, inspecting the small box Louise had gotten from her parents that day.

“We can start decorating today, get a head start and pick up the rest the next time we visit my mom?”

Louise nodded and picked up a popsicle stick framed picture of her family that she had made in second grade to hang on the tree. They made quick work of the small amount in the box. Eventually, when they ran out, Lousie busied herself arranging the stockings, then moving the furniture back that had been moved during the tree installment. Anything that kept her busy, her mind occupied away from how to start an awkward conversation.

She didn’t even notice that Rudy had disappeared until a light tap on her should brought her out of her mind. Evening had come, and the sun setting through the curtains provided the perfect atmosphere to appreciate the multi-colored lights of Christmas tree lights.

Stepping away from Rudy, Louise plugged in the lights then stepped back. Her shoulders brushed Rudy’s as she took in the festive sight of their living room.

“Hey, Louise?” Rudy starts as they stand admiring their handiwork in the dim of the tree’s lights.

“Yeah?”

Rudy shifts next to her, “I’ve been thinking about how to ask this since I moved in, but, um… I figured I could borrow some of your bravery and just go for it.”

Louise smiled as Rudy fumbled for the words. Just as she was going to suggest trying on her old bunny ears for courage, when he suddenly took her hands and knelt down with a ring appearing out of nowhere,

“I know it’s only been three years since we started officially dating, but if I’m being honest, I’ve loved you since fourth grade. Ever since our first adventure as field trip buddies, I knew I wanted to keep getting into trouble with you. I would love nothing more than for you to drag me along on adventures for the rest of my life.

Louise, will you marry me?”

Louise felt herself become breathless as she sorted through the thoughts and feelings. Confusion warred with the swell of affection as she came to fully realize how much she loved Rudy, and the two led her to freeze. In the game of chance that was her glitched brain, Louise blurted out the first thing that would come out of her mouth:

“What do you mean we’ve been dating for three years?”

As soon as she said it, she knew it was not the answer she was supposed to give to a proposal.

Taking his hands back as if her skin burned, Rudy winced and stood up. Shuffling a few steps away, her best friend (and boyfriend?) didn’t look at her as he mumbled something about misinterpreting signals.

“No, no, Rudy, hey, look at me,” Louise reached out and took his hand, “I guess I should cut Tina more slack, because I’ve just misread our relationship for years. Honestly, I was thinking about talking to you about wanting to be official since I though we were only casually a thing.”

Noticing Rudy’s face twisting, Louise felt a twang of panic. Somehow, she had made a bad situation even worse.

“I mean, I want to stay together and in hindsight we have acted like a couple since forever, especially since you’ve been sleeping in my bed more than your own. And I like that! Please don’t get me wrong, Rudy. I love you.”

As she spoke, Rudy’s face turned redder and redder. Just as she spoke out her confession, Rudy burst out with a fit of laughter. Tears rolled down his cheeks, as he bent double. Louise frowned, before a matching laugh bubbled out of her throat, and she was leaning on Rudy’s shoulder as she gasped.

Coughing, Rudy straightened up and took her hand again. She got the last of her breath back in control as a thumb ran along her knuckles. Looking up at her boyfriend, Louise found an expression of open affection on his face as he stared back at her.

“So, I never answered you properly,” Louise said.

“No, I suppose you didn’t,” Rudy replied, “but if you wanted to just stay dating for real for now that’s oka-”

“No! No, I do, or I will, or whatever the right way to say yes is. I want to marry you. We can figure out the start of our relationship later.”

A smile brighter than the Wonder Wharf tree lit up Rudy’s face.

“It gives us a story to tell at the wedding,” Louise added as Rudy slipped the ring on her.

“Yeah, so long as you’re okay with a Jewish wedding.”

Admiring the small, simple pink diamond, Louise smiled, “I don’t care if we go to the courthouse like my parents, whatever wedding you want is fine by me.”

“Sounds good to me. Oh, and by the way, happy first day of Hannukah.”

“That’s today? Oh crap, I forgot we were going to your dad’s tonight,” Louise said, pulling away from an amused Rudy to get changed.

He followed shortly after, changing into a nice shirt and hat his grandmother had given him the year before.

“I think we’ll blow my cousins promotion out of the water at dinner, so long as you can stomach being asked about when we’re having kids.”

“Have you met my mom? She’s already asked me about it after you moved in,” Louise said pausing, “wait did you propose today so that you could upstage your cousin?”

Rudy rubbed the back of his head bashfully, “I mean, kinda? The proposal is real, but I wanted to ask by tonight and kept losing my nerve.”

“That’s devious, Rudy! I love it.”

They continued their comfortable banter as they finished getting ready and left the apartment. Louise couldn’t help the smile that grew at the thought of being married to her best friend for the rest of her life.

[nana-kom]

hi so this is my first tbz fic i hope you will like it 💕

This is a wg story, this contain feederism and weight gain so if you don’t like don’t read.

Haknyeon’s piggy

Haknyeon had always known he was different, especially when it came to relationships. While others dreamed of finding their soulmates, he knew he might never succeed...because he had different desires and particular tastes.

To take it from the beginning, Haknyeon had grown up on a pig farm, and since childhood he had learned to look after them, feed them and take care of their health. His family looked after the farm, and even if he didn't aspire to take it over, that didn't mean he didn't love his animals. But as he grew older, he discovered that feeding pigs was a normal thing to do, but he realized that he'd rather feed a real person, this idea continued to grow in his head over the years because he can’t stop thinking about that, that’s what he likes and he can’t change it. When he moved away from the countryside and his family to study with 2 of his friends, he realized that he would have a hard time adjusting to life here. Everything was different from where he'd grown up, and his hidden passions had to remain well hidden if he doesn’t want to be considered strange. He had moved in with two of his best friends, Younghoon and Chanhee, who were both in a relationship, so their flat was divided between the couple who spent their time together and him, who didn't know how to live with his fetish in mind. On the contrary, he also liked going out and studying to become a teacher, but when he found himself alone, it occurred to him that being with a couple would not be an easy situation for him, because he was feeling alone a lot.

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Months went by and he got used to the big city and felt more at ease, especially as he'd managed to make friends at university and everything seemed easier, until one day on his way home he bumped into his roommates with another boy.

"Haknyeon, you're just in time! We need to talk to you about something!" said younghoon.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, this is Sunwoo! He's a friend of ours...and…hum...explain yourself..." said Chanhee to his boyfriend.

"In fact...his landlord got his apartment back, and since we've got an extra room, we thought that living with 4 people...we'd talked about it before, but since we couldn't find anyone, we gave up, you know..."

"Why should I mind?" Said Haknyeon, smiling. "Nice to meet you Sunwoo."

"Nice to meet you too Haknyeon!" said Sunwoo, smiling shyly at him.

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As the weeks went by, Haknyeon realized that Sunwoo really was a nice person and he enjoyed his company, especially as it was a nice change from spending his days with the little couple. He also found it hard to hide, but he really did think Sunwoo was gorgeous; he had plump lips he wanted to touch, and his curly hair was a real charmer in his eyes. The day everything changed for him was the day he found Sunwoo asleep on the sofa with food around his mouth and an empty ice cream tub on the table. He felt so horny imagining Sunwoo having swallowed the whole tub of ice cream that he couldn't sleep. He liked Sunwoo physically, but he also realized he wanted to become his feeder, to see him gorge himself on food he'd chosen for him, then massage his belly to help him digest. That day, haknyeon took the next step and decided to join an online feeder/feedee community, because he needed answers and was tired of feeling alone. It took him a while to get used to it, but then he started chatting with a guy who seemed nice and open.

Nyeonnie

- Hi! Sorry to bother you, can we talk?

Binnie

- Yes of course! Whats bring you here ?

Nyeonnie

- Actually...I don't know im just lost...

Binnie

- I understand, but there is no shame to have! No kinkshaming here! Whats your problem ?

Nyeonnie

- Actually...I've always had this kick but never experienced it...and I think I'd like to...

Binnie

- I've been in this situation before I met my boyfriend and apparently he liked this kind of thing too! Your turn will surely come!

Nyeonnie

- There's someone...I like...but we hardly know each other...and I couldn't attract him...

Binnie

- Why can't you?

Nyeonnie

- I know it's ironic for someone who would describe himself as a feeder but I'm a bit...chubby...and guys don't like that...

Binnie

- So you little piggy search for you own piggy ?

Nyeonnie

- Woh thats hot...but yeah...

Binnie

- My advice is: don't give up, we don't care if you're not thin and if you like a guy then make sure don’t hesitate you have nothing to loose.

Nyeonnie

- I don't even know if I like him or if I just want to...feed him...

Binnie

- So...feed him?

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Haknyeon had spent the whole night thinking about Binnie's message, and it's true that he had nothing to lose, plus he felt less weird knowing he wasn't the only one feeling his cravings. So the next day, at Sunwoo's breakfast, he hurried to prepare something for him, and when Sunwoo got up he came across a table full of food: rice, eggs, kimchi and waffles of varying degrees of success.

"What's the occasion?" Sunwoo asked.

"Well...I realized that we hadn't properly celebrated your arrival...so I’m made this !"

"It's going to be a lot just for me, don't you think?"

"Uh...yeah...sorry..." Haknyeon lowered his head, and sunwoo looked at him, smiling tenderly.

"I'll do my best to taste everything anyway!" He said as he sat down at the table before starting to eat what his friend had prepared. "It's delicious! You're a great cook" said Sunwoo as he popped the waffles into his mouth. "You'll give me the recipe!"

"I can also...make you some...every day..." said Haknyeon shyly.

"Only if you're there to help me finish..."

Haknyeon widened his eyes and nodded, telling him he'd do his best. After that, every morning Hakneyon prepared his breakfast for him, taking care to feed him as much as possible, preparing whatever came to mind and then watching Sunwoo devour his food in mouthfuls. It all seemed so unrealistic, but it was real. He had practically become his feeder, even if they hadn't explicitly discussed it. Days passed, then weeks, and the two men got used to this routine. One evening, Haknyeon decided to tell his friend.

Nyeonnie

- Binnie, you were right! I followed what you told me and it worked!

Binnie

- Did it? You got yourself a nice little piggy?

Nyeonnie

- Yes...he's perfect, and he ate absolutely everything I gave him. At first it was just in the morning but the other night when I got home he came in and said he was still hungry so I fed him and by the end he couldn't even get the food into his mouth so I did it for him! It was so hot! If only i could massage his belly that would be 100% perfect !

Binnie

- So…Who's more chubby between you two now?

Nyeonnie

- I think...it's him...Recently he's put on a few pounds and even though he hides it under his baggy clothes, I can see it in his cheeks which are much rounder than they used to be...

Binnie

- I told you...you had nothing to lose...

Nyeonnie

- Thanks for everything!

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This morning Haknyeon walked past the bathroom and heard a noise inside. He frowned, realizing that something must be wrong, and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?" ask Sunwoo on the inside.

"Its me Haknyeon! Are you ok?"

"You...come inside please..."

He then turned the door handle before entering the bathroom. He found Sunwoo shirtless, trying to put on his pants, or rather unable to fasten them. He looked down at his belly, which had indeed become far too big for his pants, which had swollen and fallen slightly over his pelvis, and his pants were unable to fill the space created by his belly. He also looked down at his chest, which was now much more visible, and his love handles were also much larger than before. No wonder he couldn't fasten his pants any more, Haknyeon thought to himself. Then he realized that if his body looked like that, it was because of him, and this idea really turned him on.

"I can't close my pants! I don't understand, a few days ago they still fit...they're the only ones I've got left..."

"Oh...we can go and buy you some more...it doesn't matter..."

"Haknyeon!"

"Uh...yes?"

"Don't you understand that's not what I want to hear?"

"What do you want to hear...?"

"That I'm just a poor little pig, who can't even fit into his own little pants..."

"What...? I..."

"Younghoon told me about your farm...I thought you were good at feeding people me..."

"Look at you...of course I'm good!" said Haknyeon, shifting his gaze, and Sunwoo smiled.

"Yes, it's because of you! I've only gotten too big for my clothes..."

"Because of me? Really?" said haknyeon, stepping closer. "It's not me stuffing myself with food every day, you've just become a little pig unable to resist food!"

"You cook so well too...it's hard to resist..."

"That's why I'm not asking you to resist!"

Haknyeon then moved closer to Sunwoo before gently placing his lips on his lips, Sunwoo wasting no time before responding to his kiss feeling more than happy to finally have the chance to kiss the boy he liked. Haknyeon then put his hand around his waist, gently caressing him, which only made Sunwoo realize that he was much larger than he thought. Haknyeon then ran his hands over his chubby cheek, not forgetting to stroke his new double chin, and smiled at him.

"I hope you're hungry!"

"Always!" He then followed him into the kitchen and hurried to his seat.

"Get ready for a big meal my little piggy."

"As long as you stay with me I'm not moving!"

"Believe me, after this meal you won't move a muscle!"

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As the days passed and the two became a couple, Haknyeon couldn't have been happier to finally have someone by his side, especially someone like Sunwoo who was truly the man of his dreams. Every day, he could feed him and touch him, rub his belly, and watch him become a little more of a pig, since he had experience with real pig it was more easy to understand human’s body and knowing where to touch Sunwoo to make him feel better. Sometimes it seemed as if pleasure was taking over everything, and Sunwoo couldn't even answer simple questions when he was too busy eating. The changes on his body were more and more visible: yes, his pants weren't fastened, but his oversized sweatshirts weren't, and his belly even protruded from them; his thighs also grew in width, and his slight double chin was now the most visible part of his face. There were also changes in the way he moved: as he grew so quickly, his movements became more limited, and everyone could see the way he waddled when he tried to walk. Every day, Haknyeon fell a little more in love with him, and Sunwoo felt overwhelmed by everything he was given. One evening the two men were cuddling on the sofa, Haknyeon lying on Sunwoo's belly.

"You outdid yourself tonight, I can't believe you finished it all!"

"Huff...me...either...it was very...good... "Haknyeon straightened up and tenderly massaged his belly.

"Looks like you're putting on weight well, you're really a good little piggy, you were born to be babe."

"That's...because...I have...a good feeder..."

"How about some dessert?" Sunwoo's eyes widened.

"No...I...no..."

Haknyeon then stood up and took a cake out of the fridge he'd bought for the occasion. Sunwoo looked at the cake on the table in front of him and swallowed, wondering if he'd survive. But he had no time to think as Haknyeon began to put it in his mouth and he began to chew without thinking, taking advantage of the little space he had left in his stomach. He then continued to take bites again and again, feeling himself getting heavier and heavier, feeling the sweat running down between his breasts and his belly becoming more and more swollen despite the massage he was giving him. Haknyeon watched him eat with admiration, Sunwoo saying nothing, though he knew he was enjoying every mouthful.

"I...can't anymore..."

"Of course you can! Look you ate more than half!"

"I'm going to explode!"

"Come on that's not possible, you don't want to be a good boy for me!"

"But...I don't have any more room"

"Are you sure?" Haknyeon asked, not wanting to hurt him, and then he saw Sunwoo smile.

"You're far too nice to be a feeder you know!"

Haknyeon then rolled his eyes.

"I'll see…you know what ? You will finish that cake and if you can still talk after you've finished it, I've still got ice cream in the fridge!" Sunwoo then smiled and took another bite of the cake and chewed back.

"You like seeing me like this, don't you?"

"I don't think pigs are allowed to talk!"

"I love you Haknyeon." Haknyeon was then a little surprised and unsettled and smiled back before kissing his boyfriend.

"I love you too piggy."

[h0mulily]

my relationship sucks lately,

I feel like roommates, we even sleep in separate bedrooms because my bfs snoring is out of control. I pay almost 70% of bills and rent and my bf complains about being a malewife because he does a lot more chores than me because one he has three days off a week, and.... I pay almost 70% of the bills and rent so I think it is fair. I could probably stand to pick up an extra chore or two and that's fine but I am not interested in splitting them 50/50 at all when I contribute much more financially (I also buy most of our groceries).

Recently he was gone for five days and when he came home he was like oh everything is so clean and the counters are clean, thanks for cleaning! But I didn't clean, I just don't make messes like he does. He leaves glasses everywhere and instead of putting things in the dishwasher he sets them on the counter or in the sink to fill with dirty water and sit all week. I don't want to clean up his messes so I don't and then he complains about cleaning the dishes. The house looks like a fucking disaster since he's returned and he's only been back a day and a half.

I feel like his mother telling him to put things in the dishwasher instead of the sink or on the counter, I pay for the fact that he likes the house at 73 degrees and I like it at 75 or 76 if I'm cold (I'm cold a lot recently), that he takes showers every day (I'm an every other day shower type of girlie), sometimes twice a day, and thinks we need to run the washing machine 2-3 times a week (I pay for the water and electric). I have to remind him to do things and it drives me up the wall.

He tries to engage in sex with me but I just am so uninterested. He just gropes my boobs and tells me I'm pretty and wants to stick it in right away and I'm just so uninterested I lay there doing nothing.

I don't think I'm really attracted to him anymore (was I ever?) And I've started being a lot more mean recently i think because I think I hate my life.

We never cuddle, he's never affectionate, we never even sit on the same couch. We go out to eat once a week but that's it. We saw a movie yesterday and held hands and that's the most affectionate he's been in idk how long.

I think I am resentful and it's making me angry. I moved over 600 mi away from everything I've ever known and loved for THIS??

I want my bf to take better care of himself, I want him to lose weight and be affectionate and stop complaining about all the fucking chores when he's the one who makes most of the messes.

this post ended up being a lot longer than I intended oof

[regenderate-fic]

When I Run Away (You're Who I Run To): Epilogue

main post read on ao3

Word Count (Chapter): 1,190

NOTES: sorry to make you all wait so long for this… but behold! epilogue!

this is by far the longest fic i've ever finished, so thank you to everyone who's read this far <3 it's been really fun to see people's responses every week, and i hope you like this as an attempt to tie it all up.

i have a bunch of other ideas in the works, too, although some of them are pretty far off from this! but keep an eye out if you want to see the roseyazclara disaster throuple fic OR the tenrose figure skating au <3

UPDATE: I (30F) might be in love with my roommate (29F). What am I supposed to do? - u/throwRAjustgoodfriends

Okay, I’m mostly here because everyone else involved thought it would be funny to see the responses. If you don’t remember my last post, basically I thought I was straight but had just realized I had a thing for my best friend (“Lily”).

First of all, there’s not much point in the pseudonym, considering the “friend” whose place we were staying at (hi, Penny) found the post and figured out who I was talking about right away. So I’ll just call her Rose, considering that’s her name.

Second of all, thanks to whoever crossposted to Instagram, because Rose doesn’t use Reddit. But she saw it on Instagram, and long story short, everyone was right. She was totally into me, had been for years, and I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner. (Rose and Penny both want to “enter into the record” that *they* can believe it.) Not much about our relationship has changed, to be honest, but it feels really great to finally understand how I feel. And the extra cuddling isn’t half bad, either.

That’s not where it ends, either. Somehow I’ve gone from someone who couldn’t admit I was into women to someone who has two girlfriends? We’d been spending a lot of time with Penny (she owns the shop across the street, and she was going through a rough time), and I suppose you might say one thing led to another.

All of this is to say that everything in my life has gotten much better in the last six months. I didn’t really realize this was possible when I posted. Thank you to everyone who commented on the first post, but especially Penny, of course. And if you’re ever in London, check out Bad Wolf Body Shop (and TARDIS Bakery)! 

Yaz leaned back, lifting her hands from the keyboard. “Good?” she asked.

Rose and Penny leaned in on either side of her, scanning the words on the screen. Rose nodded, but Penny gave her a sidelong look. “Where’s the bit about how incredibly sexy your newest girlfriend is?”

Yaz rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’m posting.” 

“No, wait!” 

But it was too late: Yaz had hit the post button. She wrapped an arm around Penny’s shoulders until Penny fell across her lap, displacing the laptop—fortunately, Rose had the presence of mind to move it to the coffee table before leaning her head on Yaz’s shoulder with a contented sigh. Yaz smiled. 

“Time for bed?” she asked. 

They were still all piling into Rose’s bed most nights, even though the necessity was no longer there—Ace had gone and filled one of the rooms in Bill’s flat after one of Bill’s roommates broke their lease. She still came over most afternoons, of course, but she slept somewhere else, and theoretically Yaz could’ve slept in her bed again. In practice, though, she’d gotten used to sharing a too-small bed with Rose and Penny, and then Rose had caved and found them a bigger bed. So tonight, they sprawled out, one of Yaz’s arms flung across Penny, brushing against Rose’s side, and one of Penny’s legs slung over Yaz’s hip. Yaz pulled the blanket up to her chin, reveling in the knowledge that not only was she sitting in such coziness, but she was used to it. She borderline took it for granted. 

She fell asleep quickly, and woke up slowly. She blinked open her eyes and turned her head to see the summer sun, shining through the curtains, turning Rose’s hair gold. Penny was gone already: she’d gone back to her full time hours a couple months ago, and on days she worked she was out of bed first. Sometimes Yaz would wake up to her alarm, and she’d give Penny a bleary kiss before rolling over and falling back asleep; today, though, she’d missed it. 

She checked the time on her phone. There were five minutes before her own alarm went off. That was the best sort of morning. It meant Yaz could roll over, cuddle up next to Rose, and shut her eyes again for just a little longer. 

Her alarm went off, and Yaz sat up. She poked at Rose and laughed when Rose batted her away.

“Get up so we can get coffee,” she said. 

Rose groaned, but she pushed herself up on her elbows. “Fine.”

Ace was behind the counter when they came in. Her jacket had a new patch, Yaz noticed, a cartoonish “BOOM!” design. 

“D’you like it?” Ace asked, looking down at the patch. “Bill gave it to me. Said she had an extra.” She turned her grin on Yaz and Rose. “Penny’s in the back.”

“I’m where?” Penny had appeared in the doorway, balancing a tray of muffins on the hand not holding her cane. When she saw Yaz and Rose, her confused expression turned to a wild grin. “Oh! You’re here! D’you want a muffin?”

“Pretty sure you’re supposed to sell those,” Yaz pointed out.

Penny rolled her eyes. “Fine. D’you want to buy a muffin?”

“Dunno,” Rose said. “What’s in ‘em?” 

“Chocolate, mostly,” Penny said. “Bit of cinnamon, for the kick. Ace mixed the batter.”

“Yeah, all right,” Rose decided. 

Penny grinned. She slid the tray into the display case before using tongs to pluck a muffin off it. Before she could drop it into a bag, she looked up at Yaz. “Yaz? One for you?”

“Okay.” 

Penny put two muffins into the bag and slid it across the counter, and then she came around the counter herself to plant a kiss on each of their cheeks. 

“Good service around here,” Yaz noted, barely suppressing her grin.

“Only the best,” Penny promised. “See you later?”

Yaz and Rose both nodded. And Penny made good on the promise: that afternoon, Yaz finished a tattoo and walked out into the waiting room with her client to see Penny sprawled across three seats, trying to convince Amy that brightly colored feathers were going to be the new fashion trend. 

“Maybe for you,” Yaz said, tapping at Penny’s legs until she swung them to the floor, leaving room for Yaz to sit down. “I think I’ll be keeping my wardrobe feather-free.”

Rose’s head popped into the room. “Oh, are we having a party?”

“You’ve got a client in fifteen minutes,” Amy told her.

“That’s loads of time,” Rose replied. She sat herself down on Yaz’s lap, just like she always had—only now she was in the habit of slinging her arm around Penny’s shoulders, too, which always made Yaz feel like she had fit herself snugly into a three-person puzzle. It was strange: Yaz’s life had only been like this for six months, but somehow it felt like the only way it had ever been, the only way it could be. Here, in her shop, with the people she loved. 

She let her head rest on Penny’s shoulder, let her arm tighten around Rose’s waist, and felt a smile sneak onto her face. If she was lucky, she thought, she would have this forever.

[n0resistance]

Astoria

    You know living in Astoria one thing I’ve been noticing is there are a lot of actors. I get why it’s called Actoria. People talk about their auditions, agents, pilots they’re going for. This dream job that always seems like a dream. I'll over hear them talking about a commercial or their agent. I went to a coffee shop where the barista who was older was talking about  a TV pilot she really wanted.

   I love Astoria.  It's a balance.  A lot of it feels like a suburb, we have more space, the street that we live on is quiet and if we walk just a block we hit bakeries, hookah bars, a laundromat, basically little Egypt. People I meet here have been here for 15 years and others have been here for their entire lives. It basically takes 45 -55 minutes to get anywhere. I think the extra commute is worth the quiet and solace I go back to.  

   I found a job near my house and go to the city for my freelance jobs aka dog sits and events. I go to Brooklyn for friends and volleyball. I audition at home. Self tapes. I find life to be peaceful. All the stuff I dealt with in Brooklyn- My home, relationships, job drama, small apartments,  and dealing with roommates. All those issues have seemed to vanish once I moved to Queens. I’m sober, Which is another word for finding other things to do to entertain oneself besides drinks. I'm not who I was before. I got paid to be stressed out. So partying and traveling took a toll because I escaped a lot with what I made. Socializing took a big toll. Backpacking all over the place. Trips to distract me, I mean being creative distracts me, and I don’t regret it but it’s a high maintenance lifestyle that I had to grow out of doing.

    Now living in queens.  I just try my best to be selective with my time and going to the city. When you have limited resources and are over it because things didn't work out the way you expected it to. You don't  want to do everything anymore. You just want to do what works and what feels best.  

   When I began acting in my early 20s I just desperately wanted to heal. Looking back, that was the purpose of it. Heal from my childhood and adolescence. It's amazing how we can create some beautiful thing from our sorrows and traumas.  And call it entertainment.  Going to class was the beginning of my healing journey, and they call it drama therapy for a reason. It makes sense. Writing and performing was a big part of that journey too and I reorganized my entire life for it because nothing really made me feel good besides it. These corporations can suck you dry,  make you crazier than you already are. Unfulfilled promises, budget cuts, understaffment. It was everywhere I went. That I'm forever grateful I found an outlet from it.  I’ve worked in hotels for 12 years. You get benefits, pay is decent, it’s a perfect job for an artist that wants benefits. However, each hotel has an expiration date. You get to meet a lot of people and it’s really fun. Then, it’s too many personalities that it just gets messy. The drama is ridiculous and after being in it for this long. I finally am taking a real break.

   I'm totally in my 30s already, I feel it, and I can't totally figure out what it is I want to do with my life. So let’s start with what I don't want. Fighting, over anything with anyone. Not eating well, drinking too much, not exercising. Not expressing how I really feel. Truthfully full time jobs, 50 plus hours same place no change does drive me nuts. I like a flexible schedule and to be in different places doing different things. I wana learn new things and day to day. I want to like what I do.

     So what does that mean for my adulthood. I want a peaceful life. I've sort of already achieved that. Took moving to queens and getting out of hotels but this is peaceful comparatively. Now I want to be okay with that peace and use it to create more. Thing about being an adult is there’s this big relief because things you used to care about; you don’t anymore. You become disciplined and life becomes a little boring. But you appreciate all the simple things like a nice place in a nice neighborhood, with a life partner, and being healthy being what you need. Sleeping early and sleeping enough. They say Astoria is where the Bushwick kids go when they grow up. I guess that’s what happened.

[umichenginabroad]

Blog Post 2: Settling In (Week 2)

Bonjour! This is Andrew, a rising sophomore here at the UofM. As you’ve probably already guessed, either from the start or because you read my other post (thank you if that’s the case), I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to come to Paris for a one-and-a-half month study abroad experience, and I’m here to tell you all about it. In this post I’ll be talking about the housing and transportation situations in Paris. Also, as a casual will-take-photos-of-anything photographer, I’ll be putting random photos I took that don’t seem to have any relationship with the content in random places in the post, so I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Housing

Sweet. We made it safely to Paris! Now, the fun starts. That being said, the first thing that came to my mind is the worry that I’ll end up living in a dumpster because somehow I messed up my housing application. After making sure that that wasn’t the case, I began looking forward to seeing what was offered in our room. Questions like “would there be a kitchen?” or “would I have to share a bed with my roommate? (Elliot, we’re chill, but maybe not that chill lol)” were the first to pop up, followed by weirder questions like “will we have cockroaches crawling over us in our sleep?” or “what happens if I blow up a socket? (yes I actually almost did)”, as we slowly made our way on an airport cab sent by CEA CAPA to where we would be spending our next month living. 

Random Photo 1: Eiffel Tower

Arriving at my room, I immediately noticed something. “There’s no body wash or shampoo (skull emoji)” But after exploring the room a bit, I noticed that it is actually, surprisingly, equipped with basically everything you’d need to survive if you were to be trapped inside by a zombie apocalypse or something. Some important things that came with the room include the beds, the floor, a toilet, a shower. Ok just joking, duh. The room did come with, along with all the essentials, a fridge with a small freezer, two stoves, a microwave, and plenty of dishes, even wine glasses for those alcohol enthusiasts out there. It definitely wasn’t the most decorated place, but hey. You didn’t come out here to sit in your room watching anime. Good living place, check.

Random Photo 2: Louvre Museum

For my trip specifically, I was assigned to the most basic housing option, with other options such as actual apartments or homestays available for extra charge or accommodation. My apartment was “les Etudines”, and it was about an 8 minute walk away from the nearest metro station, which takes me directly to the stop nearest to the school. There’s also a couple bus stops within 50 meters of the studio, so if a bus goes somewhere you want to go, that’s always an option. And hey, it’s Paris, anywhere is technically walkable. Access to transportation, check.

Random Photo 3: l'Arc de Triomphe

One last thing to mention about housing is probably just what comes with the studio in terms of other facilities. To be brutally honest, there really isn’t anything else, which kinda sucks. There is a “gym” on the first floor, but last time we checked there was like one treadmill and one bike-thingy, and that’s about it. A lot of people chose to pay 18 euros a month to go to this other gym three blocks away, and I think that just about speaks volumes about how bad this one was. There’s also two elevators along with stairs for vertical transportation, but one of them had a bad puke in them for like three days so that was funny. Not representative of the overall condition of the elevators though, they were pretty nice. And then there are the laundry machines. Boy oh boy do these things like money. 4 euros for washing and another 3.5 euros for drying. Holy guacamole. The washer had about half the capacity of those in Michigan dorms, shoutout to those, and you can eat a meal for the money you pay for washing clothes. Yeah my jeans are going on my legs four times before they get washed. But they are there, for those that are concerned about needing to hand wash clothes, which, at this point, is a considerable option for me. Facilities…check? Honestly those aren’t necessities, so I don’t necessarily treat them like a negative to the place, just wanted to mention them so you don’t end up bringing your own dumbbells.

Random Photo 4: Château de Chantilly

Transportation

If you’re anything like me, or maybe 95% of the group of people studying in Paris here with me, you’d be scrambling in search of places to go once those stupid classes (which are the main reason we’re here studying abroad) end. Before talking about that, which I’m probably going to do in another post just because there’s almost too much stuff to go over, I thought it’d be a good idea to talk about how exactly you can get places not on foot. Hopefully walking isn’t something that I need to talk about here. Anyways, for the first week, my friends and I have gone to a lot of places, including La Tour Eiffel, Le Louvre, L’arc de Triomph. and Le Château de Chantilly. Some of these places are closer than others, but most of them are best accessed through metro, bus, or train. These three modes of transportation are going to be what I’ll be talking about just because they’ll take you almost anywhere you need to go.

Random Photo 5: A Random Street

We gotta start things off with the metro system. Obviously this part is specifically for Paris, but I’m sure a lot of it can apply to other places that have metro systems. The metro system in Paris is #amazing. You might pass out the first time you see the metro map, which I’ll link here, but once you get the hang of it, you’ll be zooming across Paris effortlessly. It also helps that almost anywhere you go in Paris, there’s guaranteed to be a metro station at most 10 minutes a walk from where you are. To take the metro, you either have to buy tickets every time (definitely not recommended, especially if you’re going to be studying there for a month and a half), or buy a pass, which can either be weekly or monthly. The passes also vary in price based on what zones you want it to cover. Here I’m just going to steal a whole line from this website because I think it explains it pretty well: There are in total 5 travel zones divided into 16 metro lines (numbered 1 to 14 and 2 lines called 3bis and 7bis), 5 RER- regional train systems (lettered A to E), and tram lines (named T1 to T13). Paris city center covers zone 1 and 2. Disneyland Paris and Charles de Gaulle Airport (CDG) are in zone 5 while Orly Airport and Versailles are in zone 4. (Please don’t report me for plagiarism…) But yeah, that basically covers most of what you should know in terms of how the metro system is operated. One thing to note is that the monthly pass doesn’t start when you start using it, but at the beginning of the month, and weekly passes start every Friday. So don’t go buying a monthly pass on the 30th thinking you’ll be able to use it for 30 days.

Random Photo 6: Man Playing Interesting Instrument

The buses in Paris are also live-savers sometimes. Although I did say that metro stations are almost always right next to you, it’s not always the best plan to walk underground and take the metro for two stops to some other place that is still a 5 minute walk away from where you want to go. The buses in Paris have been, as of now, very reliable and even enjoyable I would say. They are almost always very clean, and there have been bus stops right next to places we commonly go, which makes commuting just so much easier if you’re willing to give it a try. I have had many friends tell me that they have yet to try buses out a week into the program due to the fear of having it take you in the middle of nowhere, and I get where they’re coming from. But I think if the place you’re going has this service and they use THE SAME CARD as the metro, you might as well give it a shot. So for me, buses in Paris are really nice and, as long as you pay attention to where you’re going, I think it’s very likely you’ll be saving some precious time for yourself to do some other random stuff you have planned.

Random Photo 7: A Pretty Building

Next thing I want to talk about are the trains, specifically Eurail/Interrail. I’m literally writing this part of the blog while on a Eurail train, and I’m telling you this thing is very irritating. Eurail or Interrail will be your main method of transportation to faraway places such as Monaco or the UK, and there are so many things that my friends and I got screwed over by. First of all, in order to save some money buying a pass, we had to go on the website and pay what honestly already seems like a ridiculous amount of money (226 Euros for 4 travel days???) for the pass, which, for the 4 day pass, only lasts you a month. Next, we had to book the “actual seats”, which will set you back another 12~36 euros depending on the train. This process was separate from the pass, and required us to pay more money to secure a seat. Also, we couldn’t just be like “oh well I’ll just stand”, you need a ticket. FINALLY, apart from having to print the ticket, we had to download the Eurail Planning App, register/activate your month pass, plan a trip in the app, use a travel day for that day, and obtain a QR code that you are to show to the on-board personnel along with your ticket. Oh also, forgot to mention, you have to do all this before you board, even though you can board with your ticket, which (clears throat aggressively) I believe proves that you went through all the necessary nonsense to legally board. My friend and I only planned our trips on the app after being informed by the personnel (who didn’t speak english), and were charged 50 euros for the “mistake”. The train eventually got us to Nice, which was our destination, but I found the process of proving my eligibility as a passenger so absurdly complicated that I don’t think it was an enjoyable trip at all. 

Random Photo 8: F1 In Monaco!!!!!!!

Apart from Eurail/Interrail, Paris also has train systems called RERs (Réseau Express Régional, or Regional Express Network), which serves to connect Paris and its surrounding suburbs. My friends and I took the RER line D to Le Château de Chantilly, had a blast there, and came back the same way we went there. No hassle, boarding was easy and quick, and as long as you got off at the right place at the right time, you should be good to go and enjoy the rest of your trip. No app required, no extra charge for not registering a trip, nothing. If you couldn’t already tell, I’m going about an unnecessarily rant about something that I should have paid more attention to myself, all while making comparisons between the security measures of international transportation and short-distance train rides. Still, if any of you end up in Europe and want to go from country 1 to country 2 via Eurail, beware. You have been warned. 

Anyways, that about concludes this blog. Thanks to those of you who actually came and read this monstrosity of a post!

Hsien-Cheng Chou (Andrew Chou)

Mechanical Engineering

Engineering in Paris

[reiding-writing]

congrats on 1000 followers!! I love your fics sm <333

could I request early seasons!spencer x bau!reader with prompts 12&19 from the general dialogue list?

maybe some inexperienced!reader and fluff??

A MUTUAL SECRET [CLIMACTERIC]

12. “You can’t tell anyone. Seriously. Even them.”

19. “I think about you all the time.”

WARNINGS: N/A

s1!spencer reid x gn!reader || fluff || 1.0k || climacteric event!!

a/n: tyy <333 this was so cute to write man 😭

main masterlist!! ⋆｡°✩ event masterlist!!

Oh to think that you’d managed to worm your way into a relationship with Spencer Reid.

More like he’d wormed himself into a relationship with you.

First it was him making an extra coffee and sitting it on your desk. Then it was waiting for you before leaving the office so you could get the metro together. Then it was inviting you over for movie nights and getting tickets for the philharmonic orchestra.

And then all of a sudden you were going out for dinner and he’d bought you flowers and then you were kissing under your porch canopy.

It was a lot.

It was the first real relationship you’d ever had. The first serious relationship. A relationship that involved full transparency and trust and vulnerability that you’d never shared with somebody before.

“Can we uh, talk for a second?” You dump your go-bag on your hotel bed, watching as he does the same for his own. You’d managed to pair up pretty inconspicuously, the hotels were usually doubled up for simplicity reasons, and you and Spencer being so close even before you got together allowed you to snatch him as your roommate with no suspicion from any of your teammates.

“Yeah, are- are you alright?” Spencer furrows his eyebrows in concern, walking around his bed towards yours, rubbing his hand deftly over your left bicep. “Is something wrong?”

“No no it’s nothing like that,” You shake your head quickly, bringing up your right hand to rest on the curve of his neck. “I just wanted to speak about something with you,”

“Okay…” He gives you a small nod, offering no resistance as you guide him to sit on the edge of the bed with you, your hands sliding down his arms to hold his.

“So,” You give his hands a soft squeeze as you start, trying to shatter the growing anxiety in his irises before it can wash over his entire face. “I really like you Spencer, and these last few months have arguably been the best of my life, even with all the crazy shit we go through at work,”

You laugh toward the end of your sentence, and it’s contagious enough for a smile to break out onto his face as well, but that small well of anxiousness still lingered behind his gaze, anticipating the turn of the conversation. “But..?”

“But nothing,” You let go of one of his hands to cup the side of his face, your thumb rubbing over his cheek. “I look forward to where this relationship is headed,”

“Okay- uh- me too…” He nods slowly against your palm, bringing his hand up to cover your own. “So, what is this about then..?”

“I know we’re profilers, and no one really listens to the ‘don’t profile your team’ rule, but uh, I’m not sure that I’m ready to them that were… together yet,”

“Oh- right yeah- that’s- that’s it? That’s all?” You can see his eyes visibly relax at your confession, like he’s physically relived it’s not something worse.

“You’re not- upset? Angry?”

“Why would I be?” He turns his head further into your hand. “Our relationship is about me and you, not the team,” He laughs softly against your palm, one that you reciprocate with a soft smile.

“Good- good okay…” You laugh softly with a short nod. “I’ve been uh thinking about how to bring it up to you, a lot, I think about you a lot in general though, like most of the time actually—”

“I think about you all the time,” Spencer’s confession cuts off your own, and you both stare at each other blankly for a few seconds before bursting into a shared fit of quiet giggles.

It was like the two of you were a pair of teenagers in your first ever relationship. To be fair it was your first ever relationship. For the both of you.

“Seriously though—” Once your giggles subsided you tugged him closer to you, resting your foreheads together. “You can’t tell anyone, seriously, even them okay? Not until we’ve got this properly figured out,”

“Sounds good to me,” he nods against you gently, bumping your noses together. “I still get to keep you either way,”

“I’m all yours Doc,” You link your arms around his neck, leaning forward like you’re going in for a kiss and swerving at the last second to bury your head into his shoulder and pull him down until you’re both laying flat across the mattress of your twin-sized hotel bed.

“I think this bed is a little small to support the both of us-” Spencer laughs as he turns onto his side, anchoring his hand over your waist. “why don’t we—”

“—push them together?”

“Push them together?”

The two of you sound like synched metronomes with how perfectly you match suggestions, and it’s enough to send you both into another fit of giggles as you nod enthusiastically at your shared idea.

“Okay, you get this one and i’ll get the other one,” Spencer sits up with pointed fingers as he lays out your plan, and the giggling for continues right up until you’re both tucked up under the sheets like two desperately in love peas in a pod.

[transboysokka]

okay sorry I need one more vent post

my roommate at the old place, I’ve always gotten along great with (our dogs are best friends and she pretty much raised mine when she rescued his as a baby)

is there a bit of a language barrier there? yeah

but also she’s just passive aggressive like I never cleaned the house a lot but tbh neither did she. and anytime I did do anything I think she just assumed it was her boyfriend who’s ALWAYS there? but we would never have a conversation about a single thing house-wise

like okay, if I’m cooking I’m gonna wash all the dishes in the sink, not just my own. But several times I’ll leave like. A cup in there for a day (it’s just one cup!! it needs friends before I can wash!!) but then she uses dishes and washes allll of hers but leaves me the cup? Shit like that. But like overall it’s been fine

We had a two year lease and we just finished one year (we lived together somewhere else for a year before that) and

1. only her name is on the lease. hehehe fine by me

2. she knew the landlord prior to renting (a former student’s parents I think?)

3. this house was tiny okay

So anyway in the last year her boyfriend has been totally living there full time which we never really had a discussion over and somehow I’m still in charge of 14,000 of the 25,000 rent (my room is bigger but ????) and half the utilities

So I got a job out of town and the conversation evolved from

“I got a job out of town but I’ll keep living here bc I know we committed to two years and it would be shitty to leave you”

to

“Actually what if I did move out?” to which she was like “okay sure, I can find someone to move into your room”

Wow, permission, great

I started looking at places but it took about a month to land anything. Work hasn’t started yet anyway.

The first week I start going up for the new job I casually mentioned my move in conversation to which she was like “wtf I thought you weren’t doing that anymore? you just never left so I told the person I had lined up that they can’t have the room??” and I’m like. Okay all of this is brand new information to me, I didn’t know I was on a time crunch??

anyway I did find a place and signed for it and was like “listen I know this is a shitty situation (and I know I make way more money- I didn’t say that part) so I’m offering to keep paying for my room here even though I’m not living here” and she was like “that’s crazy I can’t ask you to do that” and we never even continued/revisited that conversation??

Anyway as soon as she knew I was leaving she just mentally checked out and the interaction between us wasn’t huge. I think she judged me for some reason? like she didn’t think I was putting my dog in the best situation by moving to a bigger city?

She recently quit her job (she’s opening a restaurant now or something?) and randomly MARRIED HER BOYFRIEND who STILL for some reason won’t take over my part of the lease like girl you were so ready for me to be out of there anyway.

Anyway not that I expected it but she didn’t help me with this move at all. Not even for like translation things that we both know would have helped me. I even asked if someone could be down at the old house to help load the movers when I waited for them up here with the dog and she made some excuse, like okay

So this has been HARD to do all alone (she forgets, she’s been in a relationship for years) especially being gone for work 12 hours a day without a day off. So I forgot some small stuff moving (also I’ve never moved out of a place still being lived in- that’s hard to make sure you’re not forgetting anything) and like. I had some extra moving boxes (brand new) that I left for her bc why not and she wasn’t home for me to ask if she wanted them

So anyway she’s been texting me

1. you forgot your pictures on the walls! (“omg no way I will have to make time to come get them”)

2. all these cleaning supplies in the bathroom? im gonna throw them away for you I guess idk why you forgot them (lol I know you’ve never cleaned a bathroom but ??? I left those on purpose bc you’re still living there?????)

3. you left some food in the cabinet I’ll help you throw it away (it was like. rice and vinegar. again, thought those might come in handy)

4. “did you forget your boxes?” “no I thought you might want to use them” “so I think you should take them with you when you come get the pictures” “lol I mean if you don’t want them you can just recycle them?”

and then she went OFF on me like “I’ve been dealing with your mess ever since I got home and I just really hate that dismissive tone you used just now”

like ?????????

yoh I know this is a long ass post but wtf do I do about that like I’d like to continue being friends even though she’s seemed far from interested in that for a while now…

[homoeroticvillain]

i should post about selfship stuff of here more again

[metalbuckaroo]

Hi! So from the prompt list, could you do the 44th dialogue prompt where reader and roommate!Bucky are talking and bucky just keeps falling in love with her more and more but reader is oblivious to his flirting bc she doesn't think anybody wants her and while they are talking and bonding one evening they fall into the category of relationships as the topic of the conversation (sorry if it doesn't make sense, english isn't my first language)

Bad Night

Summary: After a bad date, Bucky offers his help.

Warnings: Some angst, lil fluffy, pretty cheesy, mentions of sex,

AU: Roommate!Bucky x reader

AN: After 3 days I'm finally letting this go. Not very sure how this got so long, but part of me wants to make a part 2 if that would interest anyone.

Prompt from this list. Requests are always open, reblogs and feedback are appreciated.

MASTERLIST

"Hey, dollface, can you look at something for me?" You heard Bucky call, his footsteps getting closer to your room. "If it has to do with your testicles, then no. I will not."

He stopped in your doorway, eyes wide as he looked you over. "Oh, wow. Where you going? Got a hot date you didn't tell me about?" He teased, walking further into the room.

"Yeah, hopefully this one actually goes decent. Now what do you need?"

He turned so his back was to you and pulled his shirt off. "This place on my scar is all itchy. Does it look irritated?"

Until that day you had came home early from work to Bucky standing in the kitchen shirtless. He had expected you to immediately look at the cluster of scar tissue on his shoulder and never see him the same. Instead, you had just greeted him like any other day; a warm smile that made his heart melt before blabbering about your day and asking him about his.

This hadn't been the first time he'd asked for you to inspect a spot on his jagged scar. Although for the first month he'd make it a point to cover it, not wanting to freak you out.

That's when he got more comfortable, walking around without a shirt or just in a towel after a shower. When your smile started making his heart melt even more than before.

You touched your fingers to a small red blotch on the spot where dark metal met skin and he shivered slightly, goosebumps forming on his skin. "Yeah, it is a little. Try putting lotion on it."

He sighed and turned to face you, looking down at your dress. "Who is this guy? Do I know him?" He said cocking an eyebrow at you. "I tried that stupid dating app you suggested." You exhaled, shrugging your shoulders.

Narrowing his eyes at you, he shook his head. "You're not going." He said folding his arms across his chest. You raised your eyebrows and copied his actions. "And whys that?"

"Because, I should've never told you to try it. Dating apps are full of weird people." He muttered, going over to your dresser. "Murderers, stalkers, creepy cat people."

He opened the drawer and pulled out some clothes to stuff into your hands. "Which is why, you're staying in with me." He smiled, sparkling white teeth flashing at you.

Rolling your eyes you put the clothes back in their spots. "If I don't go on a decent date for once, I'm going to end up a creepy cat person. Besides, not all cat people are creepy. Mrs. Lawrey is really nice."

"She's an exception." He nodded, following you towards your bedroom door and down the hall. "If it makes you feel better, I'll text you if he starts acting creepy."

He huffed a breath and grabbed your shoulders, spinning you around to look at him. "Fine, but, that means I get to come rescue my girl if he does."

You felt a slight blush creep your neck and moved away from him to slip your shoes on. "You're just saying that, because I pay half of the bills." You said, opening the front door.

"And you cook pretty good. Now, go on. Be safe." He teased, swatting at your backside as you walked out into the hallway. "Try not to break anything, please." You told him on your way down the hallway.

"Not making a promise I might break."

_____

The date had went horrible, one slip up and he said a few choice words to you before calling a cab to leave.

You swiped your fingertips under your eyes to erase any sign of crying before you got to your front door, wanting to avoid Bucky at all costs.

"Hey, dollface. Back already?" He said from the living room. "Yeah..." You mumbled back, trying to make a break for your bedroom to change.

Bucky could tell something was wrong by how you weren't rambling about everything that happened. "Oh, no you don't. Get back in here."

You exhaled and turned back around to look at him. "What, James?" You sighed, walking closer to where he was sat in a recliner. "What'd he do?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"You're crying, I wanna know why. What'd he do?" You rolled your eyes at his stern voice and shook your head. "Just didn't go very well." You said, sucking in a deep breath.

They never did. As soon as you let one little fact slip, they'd high tail. You would've been better off staying home like Bucky had suggested.

Bucky's voice broke you from your self pity. "C'mere." His hand reached out to grab your wrist and tug you closer. "I'm not sitting on your lap, that's weird."

He scrunched his nose up and shook his head. "Doesn't have to be. Stop being a brat and let me comfort you."

Once you were sat on his right thigh with your side against him, he wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head back against the chair. "This should be our new bonding method. Feels like we're getting closer by the second."

You teetered your head back and forth, pressing your lips into a thin line. "Maybe because, I'm on your lap. That's pretty close."

A soft pat to your thigh and he was looking directly at you, blue eyes dancing back and forth in curiosity.

He wanted to know what made you so sad and torn up about one stupid date. "Tell me about it?"

You took another deep breath and he lifted his head so you could slip your arm behind his neck. "Every single time I go on a date, they mention sex. As soon as I tell them I'm a virgin they're gone. Tonight's was just extra rude about it."

His eyebrows creased together, hand moving to your knee. "You're a virgin? How?"

You looked at the ceiling, tapping a finger to your chin as if you were thinking. "Hm, could be from never having sex." You said the most obvious answer.

"No, I mean-" he huffed a laugh and gestured a hand over you. "Look at you."

You pinched his side and he narrowed his eyes at you. "I thought we told each other everything?" He mumbled, his lips turning down into a frown.

"No, James. You tell me everything. I don't tell you near as much." You said patting his chest, the chain of his dog tags cool on your palm. "You don't have to, I know a lot just by paying attention." He said, giving a nonchalant shrug.

"Now, explain, miss goody-two-shoes. Why hasn't anyone popped your cherry?"

You looked to your lap and pursed your lips. "When I was younger I never felt the need to lose it. Now, I can't seem to find a guy who doesn't want to have sex on the first date. I'm not losing it to someone I barely know."

When Bucky stayed silent you looked at him, he was chewing on the inside of his cheek and you could see the gears turning as he looked at you.

He wanted to offer his help, but didn't want to scare you away. That was the whole reason he hadn't said how he felt over the past couple of months.

Although, he wasn't sure how you never noticed. How you hadn't noticed the lingering touches and looks, everything he'd say.

You had waved it off as mindless flirting because that's how he played it off; as him being a flirt without any serious intentions.

"You're being quiet and it's weird. Say something." You said flicking the tip of his nose. "I'll do it. If you wanna lose it, I'll do it. I know a lot about you."

"Buck-" you shook your head, trying to wrap your head around what he was saying. "You can't be serious." You said breathing a soft laugh.

He nodded and his hand on your knee moved to the back of your thigh.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you looked at him, his strong features completely serious. "I'm gonna go to bed. Its late."

Just like Bucky thought would happen, he was scaring you away. "Wait- no, come back." He said as you pulled out of his grip and stood.

You shook your head and cleared your throat. "Nope, not coming back. I know you don't mean it because... You're Bucky and you say shit like that all the time, so..." You inhaled deeply and started towards the hallway. "I'm gonna go get ready for bed."

Bucky stood from the chair and followed after you. "Sugar, wait." He grabbed your wrist gently and tugged you towards him, nearly crashing you into his chest.

In a sudden movement, his hands held your cheeks and his lips engulfed yours, the abrupt motion causing you to stumble a step back; your hands flying up to grip the sides of his shirt.

The kiss was slow and deep, the taste of his minty toothpast flooding your tastebuds when he slipped his tongue pass your lips.

He pulled away after a moment, looking at your shocked expression. "I mean it."

[thedarkermelody]

The bug fables AU where Hoaxe is a twist villain (i just realized that is basically my au and i’m annoyed at myself for doing a disney but imao whatever)

[for the guy who asked i deliver that sweet info, and also just to write down thoughts haunting me ]

OK FIRST THING, The crown is something our guy is working to get rather than just buying it now. We are putting that thing somewhere else, the merchant instead sold Hoaxe a tablet related to the crown and its location. He is laying low in the Grasslands at our backstory point cause he stole another thing in from the wasp kingdom for his search (he also stole his axe at this point cause lol i want him to have that axe still)

Grasslands rescue of Hoaxe by Kabbu, our fly here initially was going to use the beetle as a emergency meatshield if things get dicey but Kabbu’s genuine awe and excitement at Hoaxe’s (weak) fire power tipped the scales to the ‘you can live’ section with a ‘the second you show your being fake about me i will end you’ (spoilers it will not happen cause Kabbu is the goodest of bugs)  

And they were roommates. We get Neolilth helping them to the Defiant Root, maybe they found him being harassed by bandits while he was out trying to research and Kabbu rushed in to save him. That moment lets Hoaxe have a realization that Kabbu is…. AN IDIOT.  (aka an actually nice person but shhh Hoaxe isn’t really familiar with those so to him, the beetle is just stupid)

They are hanging out at the root, Kabbu gets a place to stay after helping the mayor five seconds after they get to town. (two bugs~ rooming together~ 15 feet apart cause you gave him the bed) also Kabbu voice, I’ll keep all my emotions right here and then one day i will go pull a stupid move because of this. He is totally coping guys no worries.

Hoaxe has conveniently gotten an outfit from somewhere, probably didn’t ruffle anyone’s wings getting those.

Astotheles and Hoaxe have beef (doesn’t elaborate)

Kabbu and Hoaxe are hanging out on the way to Ant Kingdom 

That’s the pre story bit of context for this AU

EXTRA IMPORTANT BIT FOR THIS AU: Wasps even before the Hoaxe’s big move are uh, jerks at the least in this one. The Wasp Kingdom has a lot of warpower, and that knowledge of power they have behind him means troopers will often cause problems and swing their weight around.

People are wary of really going off on them on the chance of escalation thus there's a wariness against wasps in general. This feeling extends even to non colony wasps as well.

This causes a change in this AU, and it’s why Mothiva isn’t seen with Zasp/he is hiding around during her idol bits. Because of her being worried about having a public relationship with him affecting her fame! (we are fixing that moth in this one folks but not before we make her a worst partner at the start)

Look I am being mean Vanessa II in this AU, her character really didn't stick to me at ALL originally, like i read the wiki to refresh and was like 'did she actually have this much character' BUT IT'S OK I CAN ADAPT.

We can fiddle with the idea of someone who wants to change her people's ways and how their kingdom is viewed. but struggling to actually commit to making that change happen, fearing changing anything if it makes the people lash out against her. the weight of the status quo and your forebears' decisions for the kingdom shackling your resolve to actually follow through and having the consequences of your weakness come to rip your kingdom apart in revenge. Knowing if you had just had the courage maybe things would be different.

man that got deep at the end anyways that's all you get for rn