#ma'am they are supposed to be the same age

[hbpseverus]

i genuinely love alan rickman so much, i think he was genius and did an excellent job at portraying snape, but damn sometimes it drives me crazy how the general public who just watched the movies casually without diving much deeper into the franchise genuinely think that snape was a 60 year old man 😭 that doesn't even make any sense timeline wise

[fallin2pieces]

let's get in the back of your cop car, officer (charlie swan x coquette!reader)

heavily inspired by playing dangerous by lana del rey <33

cw: MDNI age gap (reader is a freshman in college and charlie is in his 40s), dubcon, p in v, dry humping, blowjob, cunnilingus, choking

authors note: this is my first ever fic! also sorry for the inconsistencies, english isn't my first language :( also lmao this was supposed to be a blurb but i got carried away 😭

- your parents were away for a business trip which left you home alone during break. you always had the nasty habit of smoking, and being home alone it was an opportunity to smoke inside your house.

- as you were cooking dinner, you were smoking in your kitchen, using your stove top to light a cigarette.

- you lazily dragged the cigarette across your lips, inhaling the smoke as you sat on your kitchen countertop.

- as the night progressed, you washed the dishes and got ready for bed

- little did you know, you've accidentally left the stove on.

- 4:38am. “fuck.” you woke up disheveled in your pink silky night gown, coughing as smoke covered your walls, filling your lungs.

- crying as you run down your stairs, you’ve realized what you’ve done.

- shakily, you reach for the family phone by your paisley printed couch and started to dial the police department as guilt engulfs you.

- “forks police department!” an older man on the other side of the phone responds. you knew it was wrong. you knew it was insensitive. maybe you were just a girl but something about the rasp and the timbre in the policeman’s voice made your insides turn.

- later on, you were sitting on your porch, the cold washington rain dampening the steps you sit on, your hair wet, lips and eyes puffy as you cry from guilt.

- a car pulls up in your driveway as a tall dark figure approaches you

- “ma'am you called, are you okay?” the same hoarse voice from the phone asks.

- you just start sobbing. you were guilty. you’ve already damaged your parents’ house.

- as the older man approaches you, he sits down at the porch with you to comfort you.

- as he sits down the smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume engulfs your senses.

- you look up at the police officer, he was even more attractive (and mature) than you imagined.

- this is wrong. you thought this isn’t the right situation to whore around.

- “i-i didn’t mean to do that officer..” you croak out, you started sobbing and he puts his arm around you

- “my name is chief swan. would you wanna sit in the car as i question you?” he asks.

- you nod rapidly as you got up and walked towards the backseat of the car. "this is the right opportunity" your mind lingered.

- “so what caused the fire?” his voice reverberating inside the empty police car as he closes the car door.

- you admit what you’ve done, stuttering and stuttering through tears.

- he just looks at you "oh poor you so alone and fragile." he thought after all you were just a girl and you didn’t mean any of this

- “officer is there anyway that you wouldn’t press charges?” you looked at him with hungry and intent eyes.

- you felt pretty bare right now. in your light pink nighties. the way he was taller, bigger and had more authority than you do… oh you felt so weak, like a bunny waiting for its predator to attack.

- as messed up as it sounds, this made you feel very warm and fuzzy, his presence made you warm and fuzzy. the way his mustache sits on his face and how his messy brown hair stands up, he looks a little sleep deprived and tired, probably from his police job. he’s just a little older than your parents. just perfect, you thought to yourself.

- you’ve never been attracted to a man his age but something about him being an authority figure made you insides turn in excitement, which made you yearn for more.

- “please officer..” you plead as you get on your knees, very intent to seduce the older man.

- he groans at the sight of you. “no no, sweetie we can’t-” he breathes out as he adjusts himself to try to hide the obvious tent in his pants.

- “officer i’ll be good i promise… just don’t press any charges on me…” you said it’s working you thought as your manicured hands fumble with his silver belt buckle

- “oh my sweet sweet girl.” he groans as he cups your sweet face as his thumb plays with your pink plush lips as he inserts his digits in your mouth making you moan around his fingers.

- “i shouldn’t be doing this.” charlie thought to himself

- you adjust yourself from kneeling, the roughness of the police car’s floormat bruising and ever so slightly scraping your delicate knees

- you use your teeth to unzip his pants as your eyes never leaved his, his hands cupping your face as he tucks your hair away.

- as you palm him through his boxers, wetness pools in your floral underwear.

- eager for some friction, you decided to use your fingers to press on your clothed cunt.

- as you fumble on his waistband, his cock still soft you whimper at the sight of his size.

- oh poor man.. you thought he was probably so pent up, no one probably took care of his sexual needs :(

- you start kissing on his cock sweetly as you look up at him..

- oh the way he stares down at you makes you feel inferior, you moan at the thought.

- slowly, you put his cock in your mouth.

- starting slow… going deeper and deeper you grow desperate for pleasure of your own

- he groans at the sight of you… so cockdrunk.. so needy for him.. it’s been years since someone wanted him this bad.

- “your such a good girl for me.” charlie manages to groan out, he holds you by your throat forcing you to look up

- picking up the pace, you moan and gag around his length sending him over the edge.

- he notices you yearn for attention down there :( so he signals you to stop and he instructs you to straddle him.

- with his cock out, you straddle him, kissing him hungrily as your clothed cunt pressed against his bare girth.

- as you took in his tongue, the taste of gas station coffee and cigarettes intertwined with your saliva.

- he eventually starts creeping his calloused hands to your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he rides your nightie up making you whimper and soften into his touch.

- as he finds his rough hands up and down your body, he fondles with your breasts, nipples erect from the cold washington breeze, the straps of your nightgown falling to the side as he takes your tits out to look at them.

- oh they were so perky and so soft. he made his way down with his mouth, lapping at your soft skin, eventually finding his tongue wrapped around your sensitive nipple.

- you throw your head back moaning at the pleasure he gave you, rocking back and forth slowly finding some friction as your baby pink painted nails dug crescents into his shoulder.

- he reaches down, to lift the skirt of your nightie, reaching down to your panty clad cunt, taking his thumb and firmly tracing circles on your clit.

- you elicit a moan and collapse into him, his big strong arms supporting you as you reach your high.

- suddenly you felt brave, you pull your panties to the side and you sink down to him.

- “n-no sweetie we can’t-” he whimpers out as you lower into him, as he throws his head back.

- “please officer let me be good.. let me be a good girl..” you cry out in desperation for some relief.

- you just sat there, letting your tight cunt adjust around his big cock your as he wraps his big strong arms around you.

- “baby.. your cunt is so tight.. fuck—” he pants out while looking at your beautiful face.

- you weren’t that experienced per se… only being a freshman in college, having one night stands with guys your age, with no love only lust but with chief swan, it felt intimate and romantic. the way he holds you and kisses you made you melt into his arms. it made you feel like you were cared for.

- slowly but surely you went up and down, savoring his length, you’ve never had someone this.. big and girthy (and mature).

- charlie being on the older side, didn’t have enough stamina, so you were using him like a dildo over bouncing up and down his cock as you looked at how his face was painted with pleasure.

- he looks at you with so much lust and love in his eyes, he haven’t had someone take care of him like this for years.

- he pressed his calloused thumb on your clit rubbing circles making you see stars.

- this was the most pleasure you’ve received from a man.

- “such a good girl for me, taking my cock like this, don’t worry i won’t give you charges princess, no one has to know. ” he looks at you firmly.

- you shake uncontrollably. poor girl can’t take all that cock inside of her :(

- you were making his pants all wet from your juices, all the mixed sensations of him nipping at your soft skin, his thumb pressed to your clit and his cock in you was enough to send you over the edge.

- “fuckfuckfuck-” you whimper out as you come undone on him, your cunt fluttering around his fat cock.

- “you’re doing so good for me.” he says as he carries your waist up as he thrusts inside you and spills his cum inside of you.

- he quickly pulls out, pushing you to lay down on the car seat.

- chief swan got on his knees, pulls you panties to the side and started lapping at your freshly fucked cunt, his mustache tickling your clit as his mouth worked on you.

- you squeezed your legs together, pinning his head steady between your legs as he overstimulated you, as you squirm and pull on his hair.

- he suddenly knelt up, slapping his cock on your clothed cunt, rubbing it up and down your slit.

- your eyes roll back so far back it felt like you could see the back of your skull.

- “officer please-” you moaned out, chest heaving. everything about him was intoxicating. you fucking in a police car only added to the thrill, the scent of sex and his cheap cologne filled your lungs.

- “please what? use your words sweetheart.” he said between groans, as he held your chin with one hand so you could make eye contact with him.

- his thrusts became more erratic and his hips stuttered.

- “please cum on my face officer..” you said embarrassed. you couldn’t believe this filth was coming out your mouth.

- he knelt up, rapidly stroking his length as his seed painted your delicate face.

- meeting chief swan was definitely an experience.

happy father’s day to all my dilfs out there

[vagabond-umlaut]

meet you where the sky meets the earth

to love is to listen to your heart, not your brain. to dream whilst in love, is to make your brain listen to your heart.

▸ gojo satoru x fem!reader; former teacher x former student [gojo is six yrs older than reader]; bittersweet fluff; you're so in love w satoru, it shd hurt- but it doesn't because you've grown numb to the ache; one-sided feelings [are they really?]; few mentions of food; gojo calls you 'cookie'; this is way too tender even for me, istg; 1.5k wc

▸ belongs to the series 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate' but can be read as a stand-alone fic if you wanna! 😊

▸ the header is from pinterest, the dividers are by @benkeibear, the characters used here aren't mine. pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this. hope y'all enjoy reading this ❤️❤️

the first time you think of marrying gojo, you're only twenty years old.

hardly the age to be dreaming of wedding bells at, right?

yeah, right. that's very, very right— still, your heart is your heart, just how your brain is your brain, the former easily swaying the latter by a few skipped beats— and you find your cheeks growing warm, laughs stumbling past your lips as you place the box of cornflakes into your shopping cart.

gojo sputters from beside you, eyes comically wide behind his shades as they dart from you to the elderly woman before.

you take a second to compose yourself before answering the ask that created this mess in the first place, a polite smile lining your face, "oh, no– not at all, ma'am! we're not married. i'm just an old friend helping him with the groceries, haha."

"oh," that's the only thing the woman says in reaction, kind smile now a tiny frown before it reappears. and she apologises, "i'm sorry, dears. just thought you two to be newlyweds from how giddy and loving you seemed to each other... time i went for an eye check-up, yes?"

"hey, please don't be sorry..." you start to say, but before you can get any further, the woman has already walked away with her shoppping basket.

you fall silent.

the same way the man next to you too has grown quiet, an awkward silence taking up the foot between you both. until you break it with a strained chuckle.

"we were acting giddy and loving to each other, eh?"

"were we?" comes the contemplative question to your comment. you look up to find gojo looking at you, the blue of his eyes weirdly bright in the dim lights of the supermarket as he repeats, "were we, cookie?"

yes. no. you don't really know—

yes, 'cause you know you love him.

not since forever, no, but close enough to it: your once-fascination for the supposed mortal deity of the jujutsu world, the mitochondrion on which the cellular structure of the society banks to survive; that grew into something made of wonder, respect and fondness, as you slowly came to know not only the icon but also the man behind it; that grew into something so profound, nestling deep within your existence– so much so that you feel the earth shifting on its axis everytime he calls you or grins at you or just looks in your direction—

no, 'cause you know you aren't loved back.

not the way you wish to be... not that you blame gojo for that, though!

you know he is way too busy to be thinking of such topics– what with being the strongest sorcerer ever, the head of the one-man gojo clan, the teacher to the first-years at tokyo high, the legal guardian– but in fact, the father figure to the two kids, 'gumi and 'miki– or maybe, just maybe, he is busy, alright, but not too busy— gojo simply doesn't see you that way; he sees you to be nothing but his former student— one he knows he can rely on to help with his children, or the groceries, or a variety of other menial daily tasks he can just hire help for—

you don't know.

yeah... you really, really don't know– and by now, you think you don't even want to know anymore. it's easy, it's safe, it's nice to remain not knowing. the word 'yes' comes with too many dreams– the word 'no' serves the perfect haven to nightmares.

the three words "i don't know" bear no such burden on their back– an untroubled answer you decide to offer, decide to escape using for the time being— until a slight knock on the head interrupts you, followed by an entertained set of chortles.

you peer up to find gojo beaming down at you, his eyes crinkled and cheeks dimpled. something twists in the middle of your chest, but it isn't painful; it's grounding. pleasant, even.

"it's too easy to get you worried, y'know? you're unbelievably easy to manipulate, heh."

"oh, am i now?" you retort, eyes narrowing into a cross glare– only to be betrayed by the fond smile grazing your lips not even a beat later. the man hums, grin simmering down to a knowing smile.

"mmhm," he says with that musical sway to his tone that never fails to make your fingers tingle, "you should have seen your face when i asked you the question– so pale and stiff– almost as if i was asking you to leave then and there, hearing that granny's comments—"

"you would have asked me to, if they were true– wouldn't you?"

gojo's smile vanishes in the blink of an eye. and you think the hand he has stretched out to the shelves of biscuits might fall too– but it does not, and you see him take a packet of your favourite bourbon biscuits followed by a packet of the digestives you've been forcing him to eat, and place them into the cart.

he checks the shopping list in your hand before he looks back at you.

before he smiles back at you: so soft, so solemn, so un-satoru— you instantly regret interrupting him with such a question.

but you do know how it is, don't you? what with a thudding heart and a thinking brain...

the handle of the cart digs deep indents into your palm as you press the weight of your worries into the cool metal and lean towards your companion on this grocery run, the same way a moth flies towards a flame, towards its doom–

"don't you ever dream of falling in love, gojo-san?" you let your voice drop to a murmur, audible only to you and the object of your desires, the subject of your worries, "do you not dream of a happily ever after with your 'one'– do you, gojo-san?"

"no," the response to your words comes in the very same instant. the man's shades slip a touch down the bridge of his nose as he pins his sharp gaze on you– though it can do nothing to hide the mild tremor in his grin from you when he says, "and i don't plan on dreaming ever. dreaming is only for fools with too much time to spare– do i look like a fool with too much time to spare, cookie?"

no. not at all. you don't. you look the farthest from it, in fact— is what you know you should say, and just drop the matter. for now. forever—

but you don't... just don't.

retorting instead, still a murmur but with the faint lick of a fire now, "and what do you suggest should be done to those fools, gojo-san? punished severely for their grievous crime of dreaming, hm?"

"oh, don't be too harsh," he tuts with a breezy chuckle, "what people do is honestly their business; one i've got no interest in interfering in— but..." his grin twists into something wry, a change you find tough to tear your gaze away from, "i don't think i would give such folks the time of my day– it's simply not worth it to talk with those whose feet are not on the solid ground, floating around meaninglessly in air–"

"why are you talking with me then?"

interrupted, gojo blinks. once, and twice, then thrice.

you watch your face crumple in the dark tint of his shades, withering and cracking in the dull light and stale air of this stupid supermarket; but definitely not as stupid as you:

messing things up when they're perfectly fine and alright, only 'cause you do not, rather cannot, keep your mouth shut, no matter what– all your inhibitions let gone of as your heart gains control over your brain and your stupid damned mouth—

you feel a tiny knock on your forehead, the second time this evening, followed by strands of hair being gently brushed away; too careful for your breath to not get stuck in your chest. you peer up at the man in front, teeth lightly gnawing the inside of your lower lip.

gojo's features shift into something between fond and worried– you just hope you aren't misreading him right now– the man tucks those strands of hair behind the shell of your ear.

his fingers still right above your jaw, touching yet not really touching, features finally, finally, settling into a smile– "maybe because i enjoy talking with you, cookie, no matter how foolish you are."

some people say, marriage is a holy act, a sacred institution, in and of itself— connecting hearts, binding souls– cementing the promises of staying together forever... whilst few see marriage to be meaningless— paltry affair of papers and signatures and people, none bearing any significance, 'cause nothing can, not when it comes to the matters of the hearts, neither in proving nor in disproving them–

no matter what people think, you think you will be okay, irrespective of whether you marry gojo or not, irrespective of whether gojo loves you or not– provided– and this is a weird, still important 'provided'—

you and he end up shopping together in the supermarket, feeling and seeming so happy and comfortable with each other— others mistake you for a pair of newlyweds, blissfully deep in love.

tysm to my dearest andy [@andysdrafts], mimi [@avatarofstars] & dilay [@roseqzpd] for constantly motivating me while i was writing this. ilysm my darlings 😘😘😘

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[shoyudon]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 .ᐟ

starring. gojo satoru, nanami kento, choso kamo

heads up. non-sorcerer! au, college! au (choso)

note. i have a thing for college aus if you can't notice — yay to not so cliché first meetings!

──────〃★ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

both gojo and you had a rough start. nobody was to blame, except maybe . . . the both of yours love for kikufuku mochi that is. you could guess it, the two of you met and fought the first time over the last box of kikufuku mochi — which in the end, nobody managed to land a hand on because somebody else got it instead.

"i laid my eyes on it first, you blue eyed freak!" you yelled, crossing your arms as gojo's face scrunched up in frustration upon hearing the name you called him.

"blue eyed freak? my brain thought about it first, you weirdo!" he yells back loudly, also crossing his arms in annoyance. he stood still, staring down at you — his navy colored glasses slightly slipping down the bridge of his nose.

the cashier laughs nervously at your banter with him, trying to calm both sides; you swore she had tears threatening to fall down, "sir, ma'am— the . . . kikufuku is sold out, please calm down!"

that statement made the both of you stop almost immediately, your eyes averting towards the shelf where the last kikufuku was supposed to be resting on; now just void. your face fell a bit, "what the? it was just— damn it."

"damn it, indeed." gojo mutters out, dejected.

──────〃★ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

messing up his order just for him to come back for a complain was the last thing you were supposed to be doing. you were risking your job for a man you didn't even know — yet, here you are, standing behind the cashier whilst he stood in front of you.

as you await for his complaint, all he said was, "hello, can i please have a cup of coffee, no sugar." the same thing he had ordered the other day. and you at least gave him half a tablespoon.

blinking in confusion, you just nodded, "will that be all for today, sir?" your voice came out unsure and confused, as if still waiting for the complaint you've been expecting since yesterday — but no, nanami nods his head curtly, fishing his wallet out of his pocket.

"that'll be it, thank you."

he handed you a bill, your mouth itching to say something about why he hasn't said anything about it, "you know, i put sugar in your black coffee the other day — i thought you were going to complain about it today," you finally said, handing him his change.

nanami stares at you, head bobbing forwards a bit, "yes, i've noticed. i expect that it was just an accident, so i've said nothing about it. it's not then, i take it?"

you curtly gave him an awkward smile, "oh, oh. no, i mean yeah, definitely an accident— yes, an accident, mhm. i apologize for that."

nanami pursed his lips silently. he could see through you like an open book, but brought nothing up about your little act, "it's alright, i don't mind a little sugar in my coffee," he mumbles out, a little amused.

──────〃★ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

"this is y/n, a library committee, she's your age so you both should probably get along well. and y/n this is choso, he's my . . . student, yes, my student," your eyes shifted to the male standing in front of you — his hair tied up into cute little pigtails, "y/n's going to be monitoring your works during your library punishment, so make sure to be on your best behaviors."

in all honesty, you never expected to be given a task to look after a grown man to monitor his punishment for at least the next month, "i expect you to inform me if he does anything beyond proper behavior, yes?"

frankly, it's funny how you almost immediately recognized him. just a few weeks prior, choso had caused a ruckus in the library with his group of friends — yet, he was the only one caught and the others were still out there. being a committee in the library wasn't the easiest, especially with grown adults acting like complete brats.

you nod, " . . . yes, sir."

choso yawns out boredly the moment your professor left the empty and closed library, "you were the one that messed up shelf thirty-four to thirty-six, i heard," you mumble out in disdain, one of his eyes opened and he grunted out in response.

"i didn't do it, my friends did, i'm held beyond my rights here," he mutters out — half true. as he never got the idea to mess it up, he was just caught because he was friends with the actual perpetrators, "they had the idea, they did it. just got caught because i was with them at the time."

you rolled your eyes, "i had to pull money out of my own wallet to get the broken shelves fixed, thanks to all of you," choso raised a brow at your accusations despite his explanation, "your job for the next one month is to help me monitor the library flow during working hours, your classes will be marked as arrived as long as you do your work well here — materials will be sent to your college e-mail, and missed assignments will be given extra durations to it. any questions?"

he sighs, "no. i start tomorrow, right?"

© shoyudon 2024 . no copying or reposting allowed !

[dreamwritesimagines]

Lemme get on the Theo hcs

•First of all, he's obviously a mama's boy. He adores her, thinks she hung the moon and the stars and doesn't care if other boys his age think it's uncool. He's so sweet and reassuring (all his mom's work, obvs) that it was the only thing that soothed her those nights when she was barely an adult and thought she was doing everything wrong.

• I think the first time he showed his powers (I'm taking the energy blasts and shields, idc) it was bc his bio dad tried to hurt her and the fear and adrenaline took over and triggered his powers. He was even younger than he was now and so scared😭😭😭

• Everyone, EVERYONE, in the mansion loves him. Especially the adults because they think he's adorable and he capitalizes on it. I think Jean, Rogue and Storm are absolutely charmed by him because he's the youngest there's ever been there, usually they show up in the mansion around puberty, but HE'S JUST A BABY, the girls all love him because he's so polite and cute. Logan tries to be stern with him because nobody else will on the rare occasion he gets in trouble, but he will pout and all he'll get is a sigh and

'Just don't do it again.'

*eyes lighting up* 'okay, Mr. Logan'

MY LOVE I AM KISSING YOU ON THE FOREHEAD AND ALSO SQUEALING AT THE SAME TIME-

THIS! THIIIIIS! ❤️

Oh my God you're a genius and I'm gonna fangirl over you❤️😍

SO FIRST OF ALL-

Theo as a mama's boy aaaaaaah this is so cute! ❤️ I totally agree that he'd be such a proud mama's boy even if his friends think it's uncool, he's such a precious beannnn🥰 And I think he talks about her nonstop too, like if he asked someone for anything, he would immediately go like,

"Please and thank you!"

"That's very polite of you, Theo. Who taught you that?"

"My mom. She says- she says it's important that we're nice to people."

"She's right."

"She's always right!"

Btw, "it was the only thing that soothed her those nights when she was barely an adult and thought she was doing everything wrong." EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRY ABOUT THIS-

I think the first time he showed his powers (I'm taking the energy blasts and shields, idc) it was bc his bio dad tried to hurt her and the fear and adrenaline took over and triggered his powers. AAAAAAA YOU'VE READ MY MIND! 😍

That's exactly why his powers showed that early on! He didn't even know what he was doing, he just wanted to protect her 🥺 And she feels so so sooo guilty about it 🥺

I think Jean, Rogue and Storm are absolutely charmed by him because he's the youngest there's ever been there, usually they show up in the mansion around puberty, but HE'S JUST A BABY, the girls all love him because he's so polite and cute. Logan tries to be stern with him because nobody else will

GALAXY BRAIN MY LOVE, GALAXY BRAIN! ❤️ I am cracking up, this is amazing! 😂

First of all, Theo being the baby of the mansion YES! 🥰 And Logan trying to be stern 😂 Theo would totally get away with it, and then the next time he got in trouble, he would be blinking up at Logan with wide eyes, the picture of cuteness and Logan would go like,

"Listen kid, we talked about this. You...Jean, what does he have?"

"Nothing, he's too cute."

"Detention. You have detention."

"Logan!"

"Storm, he and his friends blew up the library wall."

"I'm sure there's an explanation for that, right Theo?"

"It was an accident, ma'am."

"Aw, see? An accident."

"And we're supposed to call your mom-"

"Please don't, Mr. Logan. She will be sad if she hears I got in trouble."

"...Yeah okay no, not calling her then."

ILY AND YOUR IDEAS SO MUCH ADSFGHJKL YOU'RE AMAZING, THANK YOU SO MUCH😍😍😍

[chweverni]

my 3teen gang as songs from my playlist (except i barely use spotify)

ik i did one like this before BUT I SWEAR ITS DIFFERENT HERE! the previous one was my favorite songs and this is from my play..list? (i js realized how weird that sounds) BUT GUYS THIS IS ON THE OCCASSION THAT I DID SO WELL ON MY ENGLISH TEST OMFGG

@mellowdyverse (mai, my soulmate <3) - on and on (tyla) ahem. *sweats profusely* this song is literally so hot and cool at the same time, it screams mai in the sense that she's captivating as a person. her long, black, shiny hair; her deep (dark) brown eyes i could (literally) drown in; her addictive personality (bc i wait for her texts EVERY MOMENT) and the way she puts literally ALL her effort into showing you that your love infact is reciprocated by her. (i still hope this song choice isnt too weird for your liking ;-;) the way we connected so instantly makes me feel like there's a red thread of fate somewhere connecting us bc never have i ever clicked w someone this fast (not lying!). it takes me literal AGES to open up to someone so when i first started to talk to you, i was so nervous of losing you haha so i tried my best to keep the conversation going (dont regret it now)

@247yuyu / @leehanascent (yuyu, my mashu <3) - lucid dream (aespa) "no i cant stop love!" need i elaborate? ;) lucid dream by aespa literally has me on a chokehold just like yuyu's out here making me hold my breath with every thing she writes back because when i tell yall she THINKS about everything she writes, i mean it. she also really really matches my energy bc have yall seen our mattbin / haobin interactions? if not i suggest u check it out cuz those posts give me that extra dopamine i need to go about w my day happily :) yuyu's presence is like a happy pill which i dont think ill stop taking anytime soon :( (NOM NOM NOM)

@hyunhanie (lili, #bffsnextdoor) - nostalgia (crush) the day i stop assigning you crush's songs is the day i start lying. literally. crush is like my comfort artist just like how lili is my comfort person :) ill take the stage to appreciate her cat (murrp murrp meow) doodle of me bc 1) HOWD YOU KNOW I LIKE GINGER CATS //// 2) THW FUCKING HALO OVER MY HEAD IM- MISS MA'AM THATS SUPPOSED TO BE OVER YOUR HEAD

like livi.. thats your accessory :( since i like drawing too i will def stir up some doodles (on paper bc im broke js like that) bc that eye reveal was enough for me to come to the conclusion that you're as pretty as your personality!!!!! i love you so so so so so so much lili <333

and thats all! 3teen gang lives again!!!

[tododeku-or-bust]

"OK but you do understand that-" "ok but you do realize that-" what are we doing here? What are we accomplishing other than being condescending and implying that a Black woman is being too pessimistic about fucking police brutality as if the cycle isn't going as usual. Any time someone says that shit up above, it never comes off well. Sometimes it's ok to be quiet instead of trying to be the most enlightened bitch in the room. I'm sorry ma'am, I hope you find peace from these people today.

I appreciate your support. I am very tired 😅 like my grace is at spoonfuls today and I'm still finding it, but goodness. I wish people could really hear themselves sometimes. I have a Black (!!) coworker who just pulled that same thing on me, and I couldn't find it within myself to argue.

Black people are always told "isn't this enough" when the "enough" is not even the bare minimum of what the white populace would accept for themselves without rage. We are in a real world backlash of white supremacy and fascism bc white people felt their "rights" "threatened", but I'm supposed to settle peacefully with (the concept of) a "2% conviction rate of police because at least it's not zero".

It reminds me of when I was younger, a middle aged white coworker told me "I don't get the issue [about race], you guys aren't slaves anymore". As if the acknowledgment of my humanity is a celebration and not the bare minimum, something we were entitled to. As though justice for our systemic murder is something we aren't entitled to, not at 2 percent but at 100! But so long as the policing system exists, it will never really be safe for Black people, blue or red.

[scoobydoodean]

It will always make me cringe that John (presumably?) made his sons call him "sir". Like, what the fuck, man? Show them some love.

I'll be honest—while I get this bothers other people and I can get that, this specifically doesn't bother me too much personally. It's probably because I come at it from a different cultural perspective. I was raised in the deep south (U.S.), and my parents taught me to always answer adults "Yes/No sir" or "Yes/No ma'am" as I was growing up. Just as with Sam and Dean, "Dad" and "Mom" are still addressed as "Dad" and "Mom", but yes/no questions got a "ma'am" or "sir" tacked on.

This has largely fallen out of fashion now, and that doesn't bother me either—there are a lot of reasons it's probably best to leave this in the past. But I'm 28 years old now, and I tell you what—I still shift back into this sometimes. Not with my parents—but when I was in a gas station soul food restaurant in the middle of nowhere for lunch this past Wednesday, you bet your ass I instantly jumped to replying to the older gentleman waiting on my family with a "yes sir" or "no sir". Sometimes it just pops out.

I will say, this is not standard behavior with parents I think at Sam and Dean's ages even within my experience. Usually, kids shift out of answering with "yes sir" or "yes ma'am" as they get older. I think it is meant to reflect a certain drill-sergeant mentality where Sam and Dean are John's soldiers—something John himself admits to in 1.20. It just doesn't really raise my blood pressure if you know what I mean.

Do you notice though—how John responds to Sam's "backtalk" versus Dean's? The scene I just made a gif set of is the first where John doesn't admonish Dean, specifically, for standing up to him. You can also tell Sam is surprised and also a little worried for Dean there. In the discussion that proceeds that set, Dean calls John's insistence that he's trying to keep them safe "Crap", and gets an "Excuse me?" that Sam didn't when he was just spewing simmering anger at John a few seconds before. In 1.21, when John criticizes Dean for not calling to tell him about Sam's visions and Dean blows up about it, John ends up saying he's right, but also policing his "tone". I think one reason is that Dean is supposed to be his dutiful son who doesn't talk back—so John isn't used to this. But I also think Dream!Dean's comments in 3.10 "Dream A Little Dream Of Me" lend to the idea that John took a more exacting stance with Dean over "backtalk". 14.12 "Prophet and Loss" suggests the same—indicating John would send Dean away if Dean pissed him off.

[catsukiiee]

# IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY, THEN SHUT UP!

bookstoreowner!reader x prohero!katsuki bakugou

| Chapter 2

chapter one can be found here: !!

— readers quirk: weightless [ allows you to manipulate gravity, making both objects and humans lighter or so heavy to the point they can't be moved/move themselves. ]

— reader appearance idea: short spiky/ruffled black hair, the edges have a faded pink color from a dye attempt, stands at 5'4, lightly muscular, dark olive toned skin. [ you don't have to picture this! just for those who want to picture a character/want to use a look instead. ]

— bakugou has been aged up to his mid twenties, reader is also in the mid twenties [ don't have to use the ages i set, please just don't make it questionable while reading my work 🤨 ]

It had been a few weeks since the entire robbery incident occurred, and it seemed like things had returned to their usual state. Well, to some extent.

Ever since that Pro Hero intervened, it felt as though reminders of him were everywhere you turned. The colors red and black? Undoubtedly associated with him. Even the colors orange and green seemed to have a connection to him.

Honestly, it was starting to get on your nerves. Just the mere thought of his face brought about a slight irritation. What was so captivating about Katsuki Bakugou that he occupied your mind?

Letting out a deep sigh, you rested your chin on your hand, casually glancing around your small bookstore. The regular customers were scattered about, their noses deep in their books as usual.

"Excuse me!" You turned around to see who was trying to get your attention, and to your surprise, it was the same woman who had almost been robbed before. After everything that had transpired, you didn't anticipate her return. She always seemed so anxious and jumpy.

She handed you a small box wrapped in blue paper, adorned with a white bow. "I wanted to give this to you as a token of my gratitude for saving me," she said. "I noticed that you never eat, so I prepared a lunch for you. As long as I remain your loyal customer, I will continue bringing you lunches."

Her gesture completely caught you off guard. You never expected someone to express such appreciation for simply doing the right thing. "Oh, wow! Um, thank you!" You gave a slight bow and carefully accepted the box from her, afraid that it might break if you held it too tightly. The aroma of some kind of meat wafted from the box, causing your stomach to growl in anticipation. "And please send my thanks to that Pro Hero as well. I was quite shaken and wanted to return home as soon as possible, so I didn't have the chance to express my gratitude to anyone."

You weren't quite sure how you would go about finding a Pro Hero, but nevertheless, you agreed with a smile, addressing the woman gently. "Certainly, ma'am."

It was around ten o'clock in the evening when you were finishing up at the shop, making sure everything was in order before heading home to warm up the food you had received earlier. As you turned around, you nearly bumped into a familiar figure. The scent of spices filled the air as you took a step back, locking eyes with someone whose gaze you knew all too well.

"You really have no sense of self-preservation," he remarked, looking down at you with his hands tucked into his pockets.

What did he mean by that?

"I've been watching you for the past fifteen minutes, and you never noticed," he revealed.

Oh.

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, you continued to gaze up at him, unsure of how to respond. Why did he come back to your bookstore? And why was he silently observing you for fifteen minutes?

"You should be more alert," he commented, pausing to survey your empty store while absentmindedly scratching his stomach. "That's probably why you almost got robbed."

Did he just…?

"You," you began, taking a step forward. "You're such a disrespectful jerk." You stared him down, pressing your finger against his chest. "You're supposed to be a Pro Hero, not someone who mistreats the people they're supposed to protect."

You observed his jaw tense at your words, and one of his hands swiftly reached up to grab yours. "First of all," he started slowly. "My attitude has nothing to do with my hero work."

How severe would the consequences be if I punched a Pro Hero?

His gaze remained light, with a clear hint of amusement as he continued to hold your hand and maintain eye contact. "I just came to make sure you have your license now, and it's getting late. I'd like to walk you home."

What?

"You… You just insulted me, and now you want to walk me home?" you exclaimed, gaping at him like a fool.

"And to see if you got your license," he added smugly.

Deciding against your violent tendencies, you instead grabbed your purse and keys from the counter before storming past him. "Un- fucking-believable," you muttered quietly.

Bakugou walked easily by your side, matching your brisk pace with relaxed, long strides. "So, about your license?"

Keeping your gaze forward, you pursed your lips for a moment. "I don't have it."

Silence. That was the response to your words. You could almost feel his gaze searing into the side of your face. It made you feel hot for all the wrong reasons.

He eventually broke the silence, "Can I ask why?" He was now walking closer to you, occasionally brushing his arm against yours.

"I've been busy with my café, and fortunately, I haven't been targeted for robbery again, so there's no need to worry about me using my quirk."

This time, you took the slight risk of gazing up at his face. Bakugou was already gazing down at you, with the black mask he had been wearing now resting beneath his chin. How long had he been wearing a mask, anyway?

"I'm not concerned about that," He grumbled, his red eyes growing stern. "I would like if you got a license rather than getting arrested. I've been keeping them away."

Wait, what?

That caused you to halt in your tracks, your eyebrows furrowing. "Who do you mean by them? Are you referring to the police?"

He shrugged his shoulders in response to your question, causing your jaw to twitch. "It's a simple yes or no question, Katsuki Bakugou."

His lips contorted into a fierce scowl as he halted just inches away from you, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. "Don't call me by my name, It's the Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight to you. "

Is he genuinely serious? I mean, seriously?

You struggled not to laugh right in his face, but unfortunately, your attempt was futile as a slight snort escaped instead. "I refuse to address you by that fuckass name, you fucking idiot."

"We aren't friends, you don't get to call me by my actual name." He stated flatly.

After briefly scratching a sudden itch at the corner of your eye, a habitual tic of yours, you paused for a moment before resuming your walk. "Alrighty, Dynamight."

Bakugou remained silent, the two of you continued walking together in silence.

You stood in front of your house door, facing away from Bakugou as you rummaged through your purse in search of your keys. The entire walk to your house had been filled with an uncomfortable silence. At this point, you weren't sure if using his real name had genuinely offended him or not.

Once your fingers finally closed around your house keys, you turned around to face him. He stood there, staring back at you with a neutral expression, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Sorry.."

His brows furrowed in confusion. It made your ears feel uncomfortably warm.

"I didn't mean to call you by your real name. I-" Your sentence was abruptly cut off by Bakugou's intense stare, causing you to fall silent.

"Enough." He grumbled. "And don't bother apologizing."

You pressed your lips together, nodding in understanding before turning your back to him once again. In silence, you unlocked your front door.

Just as you were about to step inside, you felt a sudden surge of heat right behind you, causing your entire body to tense up.

"Dy-" You began.

"Bakugou." He interjected.

You turned around, ready to question him, but he was already walking away, his expression unreadable. "Have a goodnight." And with that, he left, leaving you feeling a chill in the air.

"I didn't even get to tell him about the lady." You muttered.

sitting here like:

after writing the last part 😭

[fearthhereaper]

Let it be known that when Mrs Rhaenys "I talk a big game...but when my husband speaks up I shut up" Targaryen dies I will be the first person to cheer.

No sympathy for dumb characters spewing nonsense to Alicent Hightower about "toiling in the service of men" when she spent an entire season not only cowering to her husband but also to her daughter-in-law who, as far as she knows, killed her son.... ma'am, good riddance you won't be missed.

I'm supposed to believe she's some badass who challenges what it means to be a woman in Westeros when she's exactly the same as every high standing woman who is willing to sell her daughter to a man (at least) thrice her age so her husband can gain a political advantage.

^ What wouldn't have been a problem if the show didn't try to sell us a story of her being better than Alicent and other women for being independent and in an "equal" marriage.

The truth is that even when she wanted the best for her children she still went with whatever her husband said and decided. No authority. Nothing.

She is a Queen Who Never Was for a reason. Apart from her Targaryen pride she is spineless and delusional about it.

[bigolbadblog]

🥞pancake breakfast🥞

a soft, sweet f/f feedist drabble. this one cuts off before it gets too steamy, just bc i'm tired and i wanted to post something on Pancake Day, but i'm hoping to come back to this concept and these characters in the future. hope you enjoy!

It takes careful effort to settle the cast-iron griddle on the stove without making any noise, but it's worth it. To Bianca, at least. She turns the heat medium-high and fights the urge to sing aloud as she turns back to the counter. She pours the wet ingredients into the dry and whisks, just enough to break up the clumps.

The griddle is heating up. She wets her fingers at the kitchen sink and flicks arcs of water over it. The droplets sizzle and steam, and Bianca repeats the test just for fun, enjoying the flick of her long pink nails, the way the water dances on the glossy black iron. Satisfied, she greases the griddle.

And then she's off to the races, ladling batter over the hot griddle, big generous pancakes, little hand-held pancakes, silver dollars and Mickey Mouses and even one shaped- a little lopsidedly, she's not an artist- like a heart. The first batch is plain, but once they're done, she starts getting fancy with it. The next batch gets fresh blueberries, delicately dropped into the cooking pancakes and crowned with another dollop of batter to keep them from sticking when she flips the pancakes over. Then it's banana slices and chopped walnuts, and then she's measuring out miniature chocolate chips when she feels a pair of strong hands on her waist and a soft belly against her back. She yelps, and behind her, there's a familiar laugh.

“Majorrrrr,” Bianca whines, without any real edge. “This was supposed to be breakfast in bed! I've been so sneaky.”

She twists around to face Major, and feels her heart flutter the same way it did when she first saw her walk into that PTA bake sale years ago. Major's short salt-and-pepper hair is a mess, sticking up every which way, and she's still in her pajamas- if you can even call them that. A pair of plaid boxer shorts and a concert t-shirt so thoroughly aged that Bianca's not even sure she could read the band name. It's a chilly mid-February morning, but Major always runs warm. She gives Bianca a smile, and at least for the moment, Bianca runs warm too.

“Not sneaky enough,” Major teases, tapping her nose. “Did you really think I wouldn't sniff you out?”

“Or maybe I just thought you'd be patient?”

“Not a chance. Hey, anything I can do to help cook?”

“Nope. I'm almost done. You can help eat, though.” Bianca nods to the pile of already-made pancakes, sitting heaped on a plate under a sheet of tin foil.

“Oh, pour moi?” Major pretends to notice the plate for the first time. “Quelle surprise!”

“Yeah, yeah. Sit down and eat up. Next batch is chocolate chip.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Major takes the laden plate and sits down at the kitchen table, where Bianca's already set out butter, syrup, and jam. “You sure know how to spoil a woman, don't you?”

Bianca pours the chocolate chips into the remaining batter, then takes a moment to lean back against the kitchen counter and admire Major. She'd had that band shirt since before they even started dating. Back then, it had been a size or two too big. These days… well, that extra size or two gave it a little more longevity than most of Major's pre-Bianca wardrobe. So did the fact that Major had cut the sleeve and neck holes bigger. But Bianca swears she's been noticing Major adjusting that bottom hem a lot more than she used to.

“Yeah,” Bianca smiles, watching Major butter up a pancake, ”I guess I do.”

[underworld-park-offical]

GREGORY: Ugh

GREGORY: That one girls hair looked so ugly

GREGORY: It didn't match her clothes at all

GREGORY: I can just tell  she’s related to Craig_The_Real_Tucker

ESTELLA: Gregory!! Do NOT be rude!

GREGORY: What!?! I’m just saying!

ESTELLA: They are just children!

GREGORY: So? Children can be ugly as fuck, too!

ESTELLA: Gregory. Don’t make me do the count

GREGORY: Yes, ma'am...

ESTELLA: Well, we cannot discuss anything until Phillip, Tweek and Thomas are back

GREGORY: Ugh, seriously?

ESTELLA: You know our "nobody left behind policy", Gregory!

GREGORY: So what are we supposed  to do?

ESTELLA: I suppose we shall have to wait

GREGORY: Hell no

ESTELLA: Language, Gregory!

GREGORY: I’m looking around for something to do

GREGORY: Ugh, there's a drawer full of Supreme hoodies

GREGORY: No way in the seven layers of hell will I ever put these disgraces of fashion on him

ESTELLA: Language!

GREGORY: Hell  isn't a curse word, Madame Estella

ESTELLA: It very much so is

GREGORY: This is still not going on him, no matter your insistence.

ESTELLA: He needs warmth Gregory

GREGORY: There's always the option of burning these.

ESTELLA: Quit it!

GREGORY: (scoff)

GREGORY: It doesn’t even suit him well in this lighting anyway

GREGORY: The white barely complements anything

ESTELLA: Young man, i mean it

ESTELLA: Knock. It. Off.

GREGORY: Alright, I suppose no more nitpicking for me…

GREGORY: This will unfortunately have to do…

ESTELLA: While we’re here we may as well close this portal up

GREGORY: Why??

ESTELLA: So no other demons wander and get hurt, of course!

GREGORY: Oh you and your safety

ESTELLA: I don't want the parents of these implings to start worrying if their child goes missing!

ESTELLA: Would you mind giving me a hand?

ESTELLA: I can’t exactly do this type of magic by myself

GREGORY: No!

ESTELLA: Gregory, I'm not asking you, I'm telling  you!

GREGORY: I’M NOT DOING JACK SHIT I JUST GOT MY NAILS DONE!!!

ESTELLA: LANGUAGE!!!!

ESTELLA: WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE GROUNDED TOO?!?! GREGORY: WE ARE THE SAME AGE YOU HAVE NO AUTHORITY OVER ME

ESTELLA: OH YES I DO!! DON’T THINK I WON'T GO THROUGH YOUR INSTAGRAM DRAFTS

GREGORY: YOU WOULDN’T ESTELLA: I VERY MUCH SO WOULD. GREGORY: UGH! FINE! I'LL HELP!!

GREGORY: BUT I AM NOT STANDING!

ESTELLA: Thank you!

GREGORY: (scoff)

GREGORY: (eyeroll)

GREGORY: …?

GREGORY: Oh ho ho! NOW we’re talking!

ESTELLA: Gregory, what are you giggling about?

GREGORY: Ohhhh nothing~

ESTELLA: If you so much as BREATHE on that lap top young man, the last thing that you will be seeing is my sandal

GREGORY: I never said I was going to touch it!

ESTELLA: Well I can tell you were! No electronics until you help me fix this!

GREGORY: Yes ma’am…

ESTELLA: Although…. I suppose you have  been very good up until now…

ESTELLA: If you say that you’re sorry for the way that you acted, I allow you to go on the computer until I need you

ESTELLA: But you HAVE to mean it!

ESTELLA: No sarcasm!

GREGORY: Right, right,

GREGORY: I want to apologize to you for what I did, it was VERY wrong and I am VERY sorry

GREGORY: I just would like to move on and lead a normal life, you know?

GREGORY: Get a job, a husband, and change my ways.

GREGORY: I hope this apology impresses you, even though you made me do it and I don’t actually mean it.

ESTELLA: You mean you do mean it?

GREGORY: I mean i do mean it

ESTELLA: Hmmm…..

ESTELLA: I suppose that will do

ESTELLA: Go on, then,

ESTELLA: I'll let you know when you're needed

ESTELLA: Do not give me sass when I need you, either, or else you won't have ANY computer time!

GREGORY: Hooray! Thank you, Estella!

GREGORY: Time to scroll through Instagram reels and hate myself!

(Images edited by @pissblanket)

[countrymusiclover]

1 - Their Little Cowgirl

Part 2

Cowgirl's Don't Cry

@hcwthewestwaswcn co author

@lothiriel9 @babygirl-4986 @alicenwrites @artoldfartsandunicornhearts @5sos1404 @darhk-angel @drunkdyslexic

Beth's POV

Gripping the side of the bed I throw my head back against the pillows completely exhausted. Clutching my eyes closed I knew I'd messed up because Rip and I never talked about having children and now he has one with me. A nurse entered the room holding a tiny infant in her arms with a smile. "Congratulations Ms. Dutton. You have a baby girl. Is the father outside by chance?"

"Uh no...he's at work." She nodded to my reply, handing me the tiny girl. Staring down at her I could see she had her father's eyes. My daddy would be happy to have a grandchild. Considering he worries about the legacy of the ranch and all. I want to make sure that she doesn't become pregnant so soon like I did.

Someone knocked on the door a few hours later where I saw Rip and Lloyd standing in the doorway with shock written on their faces. "Beth, I'm sorry I wasn't here." He bolted over leaning into my bedside, almost crying at the tiny infant in my arms.

"What's her name, ma'am?" Lioyd asked to remove his hat, holding it in his hands.

Rip reached over resting a hand on my shoulder squeezing it softly. "How about Y/n?"

"Y/n Elsa Dutton.." I finished her full name thinking that it was fitting to mention my great aunt.

Y/n's Pov - Sixteen Years Ago

Swinging from one of the raptors in the barn I was bored since my dad was out working in the fields. My mom was off in a business meeting and grandpa John was busy running the whole ranch. Leaving me to have to entertain myself basically. Footsteps entered the barn that I could see from the shadow in the light. Causing me to swing back into the loft ducking my head down. "Hello uh - is anyone here?"

"Go away!" I hollered making myself known seeing a young boy about my age. I don't really get to hang out with others my age. Since the guys in the bunkhouse are all older than me.

The random boy tilted his head up in shock seeing me. He slowly walks towards the ladder climbing up a little. "What are you doing up here?"

"None of your business stranger. I could ask you the same reason. You do know what trespassing is right?" I mocked him knowing that he might get run off with a shotgun before the night was over.

He nodded, sticking his hand out and I shook it slowly. "I'm Ryan. Can I know your name, Lil darling?"

"Goodnight Ryan." Moving around him I slide down the ladder leaving him wondering about me. My mother taught me it didn't hurt to drive the boys a little wild.

Ryan's POV - 1 year later

Ryan was sitting in the bunkhouse, playing cards as he was always playing cards with the bunkees of the bunkhouse as he had dinner and made sure that his dishes were taken care of as he climbed into his bunk and saw a girl enter the bunkhouse as he covered up with a blanket because he was shirtless and not wearing anything but boxers as he spoke softly "what are you doing in the bunkhouse, you don't need to be here. The bunkhouse ain't no place for a woman, you need to go on home, and get away from this place lil girl." he says sternly, knowing that she was not supposed to be there.

"You don't get to tell me what to worry about. This place is home for me." The girl replied, walking over and grabbing his hat from the hook beside the bed. "How do I look, cowboy?"

Ryan shakes his head at her. "Like you were born to be a rancher's daughter."

It still baffled him that he didn't know she was part of the ranching family the night they had met a year ago. Sitting up in the bed he watched her face turn a little red. Pulling the hat down from her face she attempted to hide her embarrassment. "Ryan, I - um..." It was a rare sight that she didn't have something to say to him like she normally always did.

Y/n's Pov

My face was bright red as I held Ryan’s hat in front of my face. It was bad enough I had caught him when he wasn't wearing a shirt but I also have a massive crush on one of the ranch hands that works for my grandpa. My father doesn't want any boy to look at me. Whereas my mother likes to use a man's desire for women to our advantage. "I was gonna come steal a beer from the fridge. Just don't tell my dad. He doesn't want me drinking yet."  She says softly, knowing that Rip would lecture her and tell her that she was acting a bit rebellious but she didn’t care as she looked at the male in front of her and grinned “Hey Cowboy, why don’t you ever make a move or show any interest in me” She says softly, wanting to know what he would do if he had the chance to be with her.

Ryan’s POV

Running a hand through my hair I felt my chest tighten at her question. There were specific rules on this ranch and I'd be an idiot to say there probably wasn't one for her. "I - I can't get involved with you."

"Are you sure about that?" She walked up, sitting the beer down on the table. Leaning towards me makes me gulp nervously. "Am I not attractive enough for you or something cowboy?"

I could hear her voice slightly breaking and I knew she wouldn't like my next words but I couldn't get involved with my boss's daughter. "Yeah that's it, Y/n."

She stepped back before the bunkhouse door opened and Rip walked in. He glanced in my direction then back to her. "Dinner is ready, honey." She quickly left the bunkhouse where I knew I was gonna be in trouble in the morning. "We're talking in the morning, you understand that." He said in an annoyed tone slamming the door as he exited the bunkhouse.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[signalpocalypse]

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𓏲𝄢 ▎synopsis: 「 you were chishiya's patient before the borderlands, you were sick and still supposed to be hospitalized but unfortunately fate had other plans 」

𓏲𝄢 ▎tags: gnetural 𝜗𝜚 angst 𝜗𝜚 reader death 𝜗𝜚 season two spoilers 𝜗𝜚 reader is a child 𝜗𝜚 swearing 𝜗𝜚 reader's parents death 𝜗𝜚 diseases 𝜗𝜚 2.5k wrds

𓏲𝄢 ▎Badtz: 「 I personally had to do so much research just for this story >w< (dying inside) it was all worth it I guess, and I had do to research on the doctor this man was cuz I forgot, lowkey this was a difficult story but also fun, please remember that as stated I haven't seen much of the manga (only read the aib wikipedia) and I've noticed that they're both quite different from each other, so I apologise for inaccuracies and there for timeskips and parts I rushed on due to laziness 」

you stand there motionlessly in your hospital bed, your chest rose and fell unevenly. how much time did you have left? were you dying? nothing made sense anymore, your eyes half-lid all voices blurring out, you felt like you couldn't breathe, your heart beating too slowly, you saw something, your mother screams, who was she calling? was there something wrong with you? before you could see who rushed into the room you blacked out.

❝ma'am they did just fine.❞ a familiar voice stated, attempting to calm the panicked woman. the poor lady seemed like she just started to calm herself from a panic attack. you slowly opened your eyes, trying to clear the blurry scenery. ❝mom?❞ you murmured, your voice dried and low. your mother gasped, first instinct being to hug you but she was abruptly stopped by your doctor. she understood why she was suddenly stopped but either way it still disappointed her.

❝how are you feeling?❞ that same familiar voice questioned, your eyes dart towards the voice. you were more than glad to see it was your doctor, chishiya shuntaro.

he was specifically your favourite doctor, you loved him a little too much, you recalled getting a tantrum because chishiya wasn't available, your mother tried calming you, claiming all eyes were on you two, personally you loved your mother but at that moment you didn't care. you two almost got kicked out ‘til the doctor himself appeared for an ‘important’ matter. his reaction was quite the sight to see, you wanted him as your doctor? and what for? you wouldn't tell, you couldn't tell. though Chishiya found your clinginess unnecessary per say he grew to “appreciate” you.

❝fine, I guess❞ you replied, staring into his eyes before staring into your mother's. the hope in her eyes gave you hope, hope that you wouldn't suddenly just die. you have ‘myocarditis’ also known as ‘inflammation of the heart muscle’ which is a rare disease which causes an inflammation of the heart tissue, specifically the myocardium, the middle layer of the heart wall which also leads to heart failure, abnormal heartbeat, and sudden death. your treatment was coming, though it hadn't gotten bad quite yet but it was better for the surgery to start now than later.

your voice was awfully dried like you were crying endlessly, in this case you most likely were. your mother wanted to hold you tight and cry, it was possible to die from hypertrophic cardiomyopathy if it's left untreated for too long. you eyed the patient monitor, you were glad to still be present to be ‘home’ with your mother, your father had work and was most certainly coming any second.

while chishiya asked you questions about a minute later your father came rushing through the doors, sighing in relief to see you were perfectly in good shape. ❝what's happening to me? my chest hurts❞ your mom’s heart broke at your words, why did this have to happen to you? you were just only a child.

chishiya excused your parents to continue your examination, these were often for you especially at your young age. after your physical examination you saw chishiya focusing on something else before exiting the room and talking with your parents. you were taking medicine for your disease, since there wasn't necessarily a cure for myocarditis. it would either go away with medication or you'd require a heart transplant if progressive heart failure is developed.

seeing your mother's shadow bowing you expected the news to be acceptable, which it somewhat was but not really. you were being hospitalized since the intravenous immunoglobulin (the medication you were taking) wasn't having much effect. further treatment was required and you weren't needed to take that medication anymore.

they always visited whenever given the chance, there would be days or even weeks they wouldn't show up, claiming it was “important matters” or “paying for your surgery”. but, why did it all feel untruthful? you didn't want to question them, not wanting to seem ungrateful for all they've done for your health. sometimes there'd be days where they'd speak to shuntaro and leave without saying a word to you, it didn't bother you, it was always like everything stopped bothering you.

the last few days were a blur, you'd get treatment and experience deadly chest pain, shortness of breath and even swelling in your extremities. though these days were hell, it was finally time for your heart transplant. you weren't informed of your parents arrival or if they even showed up, they've been gone for awhile and you were doubting their arrival.

you tried to breath, parts of you were excited and relieved of this news but the other was worried and in doubt of your survival. before you could even see nor ask of your parents the transplant had begun. after about eight hours of rest you awoke, you saw your parents and numerous doctors but it was all quiet ‘til they saw your awakened state. your parents cried tears of joy, repeatedly thanking the doctor, you’d slept for so long your survival was doubted.

you had to stay hospitalized for awhile but when you were released you couldn't have been happier, you were laying on your mother's back while on your way home when you spotted three males, all you remembered were fireworks before blacking out from lack of sleep.

when you awoke you were shocked to see you were all alone, no parents, no people, no nothing. you were all alone. ❝mama?❞ you yelled out, clenching your shirt only to get a response from no one. tears filled your eyes had she abandoned you? did everyone leave you? it reminded you of the hospital those days where no one would be there, your parents would be working or doing whatever you continued calling your parents for whatever reason, were you desperate for an answer? were you so desperate that you thought you'd get some sort of response? no one knew, not even yourself but when you reached home it was just as empty.

you searched everywhere, you couldn't find anything, you cried. it was all you felt like you could do. you were abandoned and there wasn't anything you could do about it. you searched for hours with tears, not clearing if your legs were tired, you were desperate for something, someone to bring you comfort. the sun started to set and you began to lose all hope, why did they leave you? and for what?

you stumbled underneath a tree, where did everyone go? your mind came up with endless possibilities ‘til you heard it, your name. the voice sounded so familiar, you couldn't control the temptations and ran towards it. there they were after all this time, you hugged them while crying for hours, afterwards you were informed of your “new home”. games of life and death? you had a visa? you begged your parents to let you come to the next game and they agreed with no choice.

hiding behind your parents as they handed you a phone, you scanned everyone, that's when you saw the two, they looked awfully familiar like you had seen them before. although there was one that caught your attention, he looked like someone, so familiar, something was screaming that he was someone you admired but your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden robotic voice.

「 start of game ⤵ 」

you noticed the guy staring at you while you helped your parents search the doors, you didn't have time to think much when you gunshots your parents dragged you somewhere while they searched also keeping you close.

it all happened too fast —

one second you heard your name and the next, gunshots were fired at your parents. you couldn't move nor speak, their blood painting the walls, your shirt and face before the tagger could see you, you were grabbed by someone. a hand was placed over your mouth keeping you completely quiet. you didn't know what to do, tears rolled down your cheeks but nothing would come out. you slowly lifted up your hands seeing the blood of your parents paint your trembling hands.

there wasn't anyone you could call for, no one to bring you comfort, no one you knew. a male crotched to your shaken form, hands on your shoulders as he spoke in a quick hushed tone. ❝stay with us okay? we'll keep you safe❞ you couldn't even respond you could tell he was scared too, he was trying to be brave in front of you, but why? you know what you saw, there wasn't anything you or he could do about it. a simple game of tag was the night you lost your parents.

「 end of game 」

you looked at the phone in your hands, the words “game completed” in dark works contracting from the bright screen. you hadn't seen the male you stared at after the accident, you tightly held the hand of the male who saved you, holding him tight like you were afraid to lose him too, a stranger who you didn't know yet you were too scared to lose him as well.

❝i forgot to mention, i'm arisu and this is karube.❞ the male tried to ‘brighten’ the mood only to be met with silence. he knew where wasn't a way to brighten the mood you had lost your parents for fuck sake! and now you were trusting some strangers, really life wasn't on your side right now.

you grew to “trust” arisu's friends, well mostly arisu and karube but your trust for the rest would come around. you had a while on your visa so arisu suggested that i'd be best if you didn't accompany them for the next game which you weren't necessarily fine with but somehow arisu managed to convince you. so you waited and waited ‘til you spotted arisu coming out but you looked different, he looked like he'd lost everything.

that was when you found out, you understood his feelings. it felt like the whole world had collapsed and came to an end when you lost your parents and bow arisu lost someone precious to him. you stayed with him while he was sorrowful, your efforts to help him were in vain ‘til a pretty lady you recognized from tag came along, and that was how you met usagi.

you were accompanying them through the last of the games most of them surprised you with your survival but it was all worth it for you all to make it to the beach.

everyone was surprised to see a literal child at the beach, most were astonished you managed to make it this far and even progress further. you were sitting in the middle of arisu and usagi when a lady with a blue bikini started talking with the two, it wasn't long before a group of males came along who you thought were the “militants” there was one that particularly disgusted you just from appearance. who yes you found out was “niragi suguru” and the bikini girl was “kuina hikari” he was always someone you avoided, though you were a child you weren't stupid.

while you were around kuina you spotted that same male that's when it all clicked, he was chishiya and without thinking you ran towards him ignoring kuina’s calls and hugged the male startling him. though it took you a while to recognize him it took him no time to recognize you. that's when the three (kuina, arisu, usagi) were aware of your past experiences with chishiya and were awfully surprised that someone like him was a doctor.

「 game two 」

you were running with arisu, usagi, kuina and chishiya from the king of spades. hiding behind cars and anything useful ‘til ann and tatta showed up much to everyone's surprise, you got to enter first only seeing that arisu, usagi and kuina entered before the car sped off.

after that many events occurred from the car chase to you seeing a naked man at the king of clubs game and being separated after the queen of spades game. it was difficult to find them and unfortunately you weren't able to find anyone ‘til you entered a random building unknowingly the king of diamonds. you saw chishiya but not arisu, usagi nor kuina.

chishiya couldn't even bare to face you, this wasn't how the game was meant to go. you weren't meant to be there. the death's of most players wouldn't concern him but you? a literal child who you took care of, it reminded him of that one child he couldn't save.

even kuzuryu thought he was hallucinating at the sight, he wouldn't be able to die of the thought of a child's death, your death to his game. the game wasn't as hard as you thought, you were and weren't the best at mathematics but this wasn't too hard. for some reason they felt the need to live. you noticed the balance scale tipping over the two players who reached negative ten points. aqua regia spilling onto them burning their bodies completely that was what frightened you.

you noticed the lady staring at you with a look of pity, did she think you were losing next? no. you weren't allowing that to happen, you had to return to the group (arisu, usagi, kurina, ann) with chishiya, but for what reason exactly? they weren't your actual family, neither was chishiya but you still felt the need to live, finally noticing how chishiya and kuzuryu wouldn't dare looking at you.

honestly kuzuryu couldn't wrap his finger around why you would want to join this type of game. did you deserve death knowing only one player would survive? did you think you had a chance of winning? he didn't want that he hated the fact that you die in such a brutal way. the remaining players found it surprising that you remained the one with a calm expression like nothing about this game bothered you, but you just only chose to accept it.

you noticed how the kuzuryu and chishiya looked guilty like they'd just committed a crime and someone they cared for so dearly had faced unforgivable consequences.

after daimon’s death the two older males were filled with guilt and nervousness. based on the scoreboard you had one more chance ‘til death. you lift your head, gulping. you had lost. your loss was now negative ten, a tear spilled from your eyes you remained as calm as possible with a smile that you knew they could see from the corner of their eyes, your body had burned away leaving the remaining two. chishiya felt his heart burn as he finally faced that direction only meeting your burned body. the amount of guilt was unrealistic.

kuzuryu death had chishiya guilt and emotions on a roller-coaster. he slowly rose from where he sat, he wasn't satisfied, walking off with guilt of your corpse being the remaining image clouding his thoughts. would he ever be able to recover? most likely not, he watched as the base of the king of diamonds collapsed. you didn't even get to experience the full length of life, nor did your parents get to celebrate your accomplishments, how far you came. but if your parents weren't proud of you chishiya definitely was.

[ngray192]

Hi :) can you do a Madlyn angst but with a happy ending? Thank you! <3

This is how I realized I've never written anything really angsty, but I'm sure as hell gonna try!

This is aged up, they're in their 20's.

"I'm not supposed to tell you this, but Maddie is going to scare the shit out of you when she gets home," Jet said as soon as Ashlyn answered the phone. "I'm only telling you cause I know you've been kinda stressed, and I don't want you to punch her or whatever."

Ashlyn laughed, "I promise I won't hit her. Thanks for the warning, Jet. I'll text you how it goes."

She spent the next twenty minutes looking for a good spot to jump out and scare Maddox. When she decided on a good spot, she only had ten minutes before Maddie was going to open the door.

Ashlyn waited in the closet for her girlfriend (ha, fitting) to open the front door. She waited for what felt like forever before she finally climbed out and checked her phone. It was 8 o'clock, Maddox was supposed to be home at 6.

Ashlyn forced herself to take a deep breath and not instantly panic. Maddox was probably just busy with some elaborate prank, right?

After a few minutes of trying not to panic, she decided to text her girlfriend.

Me: you working late? I miss youuuuu

Delivered: 8:07 PM

Me: Maddie? Helloooo?!

Delivered: 8:24 PM

Me: OK fine, Jet told me you were gonna scare me but pls text me back I'm worried

Delivered: 8:52 PM

"Shitshitshitshitshit" Ashlyn began pacing around their living room.

Her phone rang in her hand, startling her. She picked it up quickly, "Maddox?"

"It's Jet..." Ashlyn was on edge as he spoke. Her world was spinning and the sounds were muffled as he explained. "Car crash... surgery... Lakeview hospital..."

Ashlyn drove well over the speed limit, barely putting the car in park before she hopped out and ran into the main lobby. She nearly ran into the front desk as she started spouting words, "Maddox Curda?"

The woman at the desk typed on her computer before looking up at Ashlyn, "She's still in surgery, honey. That young man over there is waiting for her, too. I'll tell you when she gets out." Ashlyn turned around and realized that Jet was sitting on the other side of the ER waiting room with his head in his hands.

Ashlyn cautiously sat next to him. He looked up at her with red, sunken eyes, and instantly hugged her.

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"Ash," she woke up to Jet shaking her shoulder. "They said she's out of surgery, c'mon." Ashlyn jumped up and followed Jet to the doctor's.

"Sorry, ma'am, only family allowed," he said sternly. He took a look at Ashlyn as she almost broke down in tears again, and sighed. "Both of you can follow me."

The room was bright white, it reminded Ashlyn of an asylum. A bed stood in the middle, with Maddox laying there still. She didn't notice Jet step out of the room; it was too much for him. Ash immediately ran to Maddox's side and took her hand gently.

"When will she wake up?" Ashlyn asked the doctors, blinking back the tears in her eyes.

"We don't know. Her body went through a lot of trauma in the accident. We just don't know if she'll wake up, I'm sorry." The doctors left as Ashlyn sobbed into Maddox's unmoving arms, she needed her to wake up.

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Day 1

"I brought you some food," Jet said as he entered the room with a black tray and two plastic wrapped sandwiches for lunch. Neither of them had left the hospital. Ash weakly thanked him as he set the tray down. He sat in the chair on the other side of the bed, praying his sister would wake up. He looked at Ashlyn, "What're you thinking about?"

Ashltn let out a long sigh. "It just... it wasn't supposed to go like this." She saw Jet's questioning look and continued. "I was supposed to audition for my first real music this weekend, and Maddox was going to be there to cheer me on. And then she'd become a techie for the same show so we'd get to work together. And then on opening night she would being me flowers and propose, all super chill because that's just how she is. But I'd say 'no' because I had already planned out my own big proposal with my own song to sing to her and everything." Ashlyn chuckles lightly.

Jet walked to the other side of the bed and hugged Ashlyn tightly. Maddox needed to wake up.

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Day 3

"If you wake up, you can pick the movie for movie night every week." Three days was the longest Ashlyn had been without Maddox since they began dating back in high school, and she had hoped bribery would someone cause her girlfriend to wake up.

Jet smiled slightly, "Maddie, if you wake up, you can take anything you want from my room." The two laughed a little at their attempts to wake up Maddox. "Just wake up, Maddie, please."

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Day 7

Ashlyn didn't want to admit it, but she was slowly giving up hope. She finally went home and took a shower on the 5th day of Maddox's coma, but she came back the second she could.

She placed a small bouquet of flowers in the small blue vase on the corner. Over the week, Ashlyn, Jet, and their other friends slowly filled the room with things to help Maddox recover; a handful of crystals by her bed, Ricky's radio and a handmade CD, the log with their names carved into it.

Ashlyn sighed, "Maybe true love's kiss would wake you up," she said to herself. She was practically out of ideas.

She sat back in her chair and pulled out the tarot cards she brought from home. "Alright, it's worth a shot. Cards, tell me if Maddie will be alright." She flipped over the first card; Death. "Nope, no thank you, we are putting this away." She quickly packed up the cards and tossed the box into the corner of the room. She looked back down at Maddox. "I love you, Maddox, please stay with me."

Suddenly, two brown eyes were looking up at her. "Boo," Maddox said quietly.

Ashlyn practically screamed of excitement as she held her girlfriend's face in her hands. Her beautiful, awake, alive face.

Maddox laughed, "sorry for scaring you, I was just going to tap on the bedroom window in a scary mask, but I guess a car crash works too." Ashlyn punched her shoulder gently before kissing her over and over again.

"You just woke up from a coma and all you can talk about is how your prank failed?" Ashlyn asked as she sat back in her seat.

"What else do you want me to say?"

"Anything, I'm just so glad I get to hear your voice." Ashlyn smiled down at Maddox, she couldn't stop smiling.

Maddox rolled her eyes as she thought of something to say, "hmmmm what should I talk about?" She tapped her finger on her chin as Ashly rolled her eyes. "Oh I got it! Will you marry me?"

Ashlyn's jaw nearly hit the floor. "What?"

"Is that a no?" Maddox asked, still smiling.

Ashlyn didn't respond, she just kissed Maddox deeply. That was all the answer she needed.

[iheart-nana]

iii. opportunities

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CHAPTER THREE ─ opportunities.

❛ but this is getting good now, he's so tall and handsome as hell ❜

Narrator's Perspective

The final bell pierced the air, a sharp clang that shattered the focused hum of the classroom. A collective sigh rippled through the students, a wave of relief washing over them after a day of lessons, tests, and social navigation. Papers rustled as they're shoved into backpacks, textbooks slammed shut with finality.

A teacher who Eunyoung recognized as the head of the school newspaper approached her as she and Yumi made their way to the gate.

"Eunyoung! I'm so glad I caught you!" she sighed in relief, "There's an article that we need done urgently for next week. It involves interviewing the swimming team regarding the upcoming tournament. I understand you're swarmed in other schoolwork too, but could you cover it this one time? The boy who was supposed to write it is down with chicken pox, and won't be able to complete it."

"Sure Ma'am, it's no hassle," Eunyoung agreed with a smile, her heart swelling up with happiness, "I'll submit it by next week."

"Thank you so much!"

As the teacher left, Yumi stared at Eunyoung with a teasing smile. "I don't remember this happening before."

"This article was given to someone else because I declined it," Eunyoung answered, smiling, "I was never one for sports."

"You're getting used to this era pretty well, I see," the teasing smile was still plastered on Yumi's face.

"I hope you remember that you have piano practice at the music club today," Eunyoung attempted to change the topic.

"I remember it very well," Yumi answered, noticing the shift as well as her sister's flushed face, "Enjoy writing your article," she winked and skipped away.

Eunyoung, a smile playing on her lips, strolled leisurely towards the bus stop. The familiar path triggered a wave of deja vu, a feeling that mirrored her experience earlier that day. It was as if she were walking this very route not for the first time today, but for the hundredth, a memory from fifteen years ago inexplicably resurfacing.

Reaching the bus stop, she was met with the usual chaos - a throng of students jostling for a spot on the overflowing bus. But amidst the sea of uniforms, a single figure caught her eye. There, like a beacon cutting through the crowd, stood Sunjae. His beauty was undeniable - flawless features that seemed sculpted by the gods, and a mess of fluffy hair that cascaded down his forehead. He was a picture of youthful perfection, a vision that both startled and soothed her. 

So, this is the bus he takes... She thought to herself, the fact that she takes the same one slipping her mind completely.

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Yumi dragged her feet along the pavement, making her way to the school music club to practice piano. Learning the piano was never something she wanted to do, but continued passively as she loathed the idea of quitting in the middle of learning. She remembers ceasing to practice after law school, which meant she hadn't touched a piano for nearly fifteen years. She couldn't recall her dislike for it, but reckoned that those old emotions would come crashing back to her the second she sat down on her piano stool.

Upon reaching the looming building, she was unable to take any steps inside, but simply gaped at it in silence. It was a place she kept revisiting, every single day, no matter what. Coming to practice consistently was something her younger self had never challenged, but now as she viewed life from a different lens, that had been weathered by adversities, she began to question if there was any meaning in these recurring religious visits.

Drawing up the courage from an unknown source within her, she entered the building with a blank, bored face. Sitting down at the waiting area outside the various practice rooms, she dug out her music sheets from her backpack, attempting at familiarizing herself with them after being parted for dog ages. 

Then suddenly, a cry of agitation diverted her focus to the source of the sound. 

"Yah! Kim Taesung! I can't believe you're late again!" Inhyuk scolded the boy.

Yumi turned her head the other way to find out who he was looking at. Her eyes fell upon a messy-looking boy- seemingly from her school, wearing just a white shirt with no tie and a bright red biker jacket. His hair fell loosely on his face, ruffled by the wind. He had a cat-like face and a cheeky demeanour as he smiled sheepishly at Inhyuk, "Let me go this time, I really got stuck in traffic."

"What bullshit," Inhyuk countered, "It doesn't even take 10 minutes to walk from school to here. Quit dilly-dallying and get your act together."

Taesung scoffed and murmured another apology.

Just then, a strong gust of wind blew through the open door, and the music sheets on which Yumi's grip had loosened while staring at the unknown boy, scattered across the floor. Both Inhyuk and Taesung lunged to grab them in time before they could fly away while Yumi closed the door. Taesung gathered the sheets from the ground and from Inhyuk and handed them to her.

"Here," he said. Yumi looked up at his eyes creased with a smile. All she could do was stare at his face blankly.

Why am I behaving like this?

"Thank you," she mumbled and took the sheets and made a run for the piano room.

"How odd..." Taesung muttered under his breath.

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"So, what, you just stared at his face?" Eunyoung questioned after Yumi narrated the events of that day.

"I said thank you after," Yumi corrected, unsure of what to feel.

"How polite," Eunyoung said thoughtfully, "What about Inhyuk, did you talk to him?"

"What do you think?" Yumi retorted, "I need a reason to talk to him."

"I guess," she answered, "What about the other guy? You think he knows Sunjae?"

"I don't know," Yumi confessed, "Guess I'll have to find out."

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nayoung's notes: taesung cat agenda is going to continue throughout this book btw. hope you enjoyed reading this! 

delphi's notes: let's go taesung debut! the best thing is that yumi just freezes when she sees him lmfao. she's so real for that.

@the-one-and-only-delphi

next chapter: saturday! (out now) list of chapters here!