#mayhaps i have to start exercising.

[adr1025]

genetics are so messed up. russian roulette kind of bullshit

[the-writer-in-the-winter-forest]

The Universe Next-door

Summary: While on his "Search for a New Anchor Being" montage, Wade comes across Wolverine and Storm variants who rain on his parade.

A spin on the scene from Deadpool Vol 5 #15 (2013)

Pairing: Storm x Wolverine

Word Count: 980

No Warnings/ Pretty Tame

A/N: Is the humor forced and bad? Mayhaps, but I gave it a try. Please be merciful upon me.

If Wade had known that jumping from one universe to the next in search of a new anchor being would take this much time and painful effort, he would have packed snacks. What situation can't be improved with snacks? This one could use a protein bar or something. Low blood sugar is a bitch! It’s only when the TemPad opens another gate that Wade's nostrils are filled with the oh-so-sweet smell of breakfast foods. 

“Huh, so does the X-Mansion look the same in every universe, or did the studio just not want to pay for another location? I guess it is all about location, location, location.” That might work to his advantage. Besides much of the layout remaining the same, only a few noticeable differences were noticeable: a painting and chachi here and there, different light fixtures, and rugs. 

Wade looks around the halls curiously. “Now, which door leads to the Blackbird? No, no, stay focused. Note to self, though, find universe with easily accessible Blackbird.”

A joyride would have to wait for now; Wade starts to follow where that oh-so-delectable smell came from. A systems crash is now becoming a controlled systems crash. Students move around the dining room, gathering food on their plates and searching for friends to sit and eat with. 

“I don’t think they'll mind if I help myself.”

The dining room went silent as all eyes focused on the strangely dressed visitor helping himself to a large stack of pancakes. Students murmured amongst themselves in disbelief. This couldn't be a new teacher.

“Be not afraid, you beautiful freaks of nature. Don't mind me. I’m just grabbing a quick shnack; then I have to grab another shnack who happens to be one of your hairy custodians, and no, I’m not talking about that hairy blue guy with the glasses. The sofa in the foyer is covered in hair.” He leans into his plate of pancakes. “That hair shall not taint you, my sweet, sweet flapjacks.” 

After a bit of bribery, which entailed kidnapping their history professor, which would guarantee them no more homework, Wade makes his way to the second floor, down the hall, takes a right, and it’s three doors down. 

“Oh my gosh.” He squeals. “I love that band.”

Wade does grant the courtesy of knocking on the door three times before bursting in unannounced. The curtains are closed, the room smells faintly of cigars, clothes lay askew on the floor, and an unmistakable lump lies curled up in bed, buried deep under the covers.

“Oh my. He does sleep like an animal. Hairy and nude.” Wade's body shutters with excitement before skipping over to the curtains. “Ding, dong, my Wolvie is dead. Rub your eyes, get out of bed.” With one motion, the room is flooded with sunlight. “Ooooh, what a beautiful morning!” The lump under the covers only stirs slightly. “Huh, I thought I could summon him with singing. Maybe if I tell him, he can host the Oscars again.”

Wade walks over to the lump, placing a firm smack on his ass before laying down next to him. “You must be like me and need your eight hours of beauty sleep, cuz let’s be honest, it isn't just diet, exercise, and good mental health that keeps thyself oh so lovely. “ No response is given. “Alright,” Wade sighs heavily, getting up from the bed. “Time to get dressed for school.”  Before Wade can feed the impulse to stick a sword up his target's ass, he suddenly feels a tiny droplet of water on his forehead. It would have been of little concern until heavy rain began to fill the room. "Guess ol Charlie needs to fix his pipes."

Wade is pulled from his ramblings when his intended target emerges from the adjoining bathroom with a towel around his waist and slicked-back hair. He freezes upon seeing the uninvited guest. “You ain’t supposed to be here, bub.” He snarls, his claws extended in a flash of light. Wade's eyes widen as he ever so slowly turns his head back towards the bed.

The body under the blankets pulls itself out to reveal a very unpleasant morning-faced, dark-skinned woman with shockingly short, white, spiked hair. “Huh,” Wade looks curiously at the woman. “Gotta admit I love the hair. If it wasn't for the rain, I was gonna assume that the studio just gender and ethnicity bent another Wolverine.” He stares off into the distance, seemingly addressing no one. “Wierd move, guys.”

The weather Goddess sneers at Wade. “Do you know what happens to-”

“Yes, I know what happens to a toad when it’s struck by lightning.” Wade groans. “Man, Bryan Singer did not do you justice. Unless you’re from the new timeline, then Simon Kinberg really did you dirty. And apparently, this fuckin fanfic writer likes callbacks like some musical theater putz.” 

Her smile then turns wicked. “Then you should know what happens next.”

Wade doesn't get a word out before his body receives an agonizing jolt of blazing hot electricity through its system. This was undoubtedly a first for him, and this amount of voltage bleeding through him is a record.

He raises his trembling hand to speak, only to fall straight back onto the floor with a loud thud. “There is a nice tingly feeling all over now.” Wade whispers weakly. "Got it. This one's not up for grabs." He says to Storm. Wade manages enough movement to activate the TemPad and slip through the gateway before the angered Wolverine can stab him through his corneas. Thankfully, he doesn't fall far and lands on something soft. In one quick motion, he returns to a seated position, trying to shake out the remainder of the body tingles. “Well,” He huffs, finally getting back up. That’s certainly a rarity in the fanbase. But those two are getting freaky? Tsk, that girl should know better.”

*Wink*

[zoneofsmites]

OC Speech Mannerisms

tagged by @heartbreakincident on my main (thank u, love u, this seems very fun)

Taggging @vin-ill, @aurrieattorney, @autumnfangirler, @cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal, and @froggods in return!

Using this as an exercise to further develop my mournwatch Rook!

Subject: Acheron 'Rook' Ingellvar

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3+ There is no nevarran language it seems, so he only speaks the trade-tongue. I think he recently started teaching himself Qunlat, but it's a difficult language.

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep This is mostly because both masc rook voices sound pretty deep already.

ACCENT: Yes / No Nevarran accent 100%. even if the in-game voices for Rook are just american and british. i can live my dreams.

DEMEANOUR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other Acheron tries to come off as approachable, but his general size, qunari-nature, and death hyper fixation autism makes his energy appear way more intimidating than he's intending it to be.

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed Straight AND slumped? yes. if he's around strangers he starts slumping to seem less intimidating as he's tall for even qunari standards. otherwise he was thought proper manners so he stands straight otherwise.

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips (but he is fidgeting with his pants/robes there) / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact (TOO much. he's overcompensating for not wanting to look in your eyes) / frequent pausing (he was thought to think before he speaks and he takes that literally, but he's quiet during the pausing) / stands close / stands at a distance

COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⬤⬤⬤⬤〇

EMOTION: ⬤⬤〇〇〇

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⬤⬤⬤〇〇

PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⬤⬤〇〇〇 "it's impolite to swear, little Acheron. It's important to be polite." -his necromancer caretakers

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⬤⬤⬤⬤〇 It's creative because he was toeing the line of what his tutors considered to be swears.

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy. (basically everything that isn't as egregious of a swear + add in some 'Maker's breath' here and there)

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / rarely / never (Was thought to speaks clearly and loud enough for those relevant to understand.)

DOES YOUR CHARACTER'S INTENDED POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never. (im gonna say sometimes because I think he might become a bit... rambly and disjointed in his thoughts.)

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never. (mostly if he needs something, but he's content in silence and lets people approach him)

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE 'WHOM' IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that's everything / say that's everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here / remain quiet / they don't.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower. (he was thought to sound proper, so his vocabulary + polite way of speech comes across real posh sometimes)

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn't. (the accent mostly because he's a qunari so its odd enough that even nevarran native's outside the Mournwatch might raise an eyebrow)

[ezamevolni]

Cryptic: Generosity

Hello fellow military spouses, have there ever been times when you've listened to conversations that BTS had and wondered what on earth are they talking about? You sort of got it, but at the same time had a nagging feeling that you didn't.

Don't fret for the solution is simple.

As it turns out all you have to do is to start appreciating the exclusivity of Jinkook's bond. (Yes, ship them) What was once puzzling and veiled will transform into loud af/TMI overload/guns ablazing/zero filter conversations. It truly opens up the third eye.

Cryptic is going to be a series. These are harder to churn out and hold up the line but they're too fun to not write 🔥

Previously in the last exchange covered, Hobi was side eyeing the lovebirds (esp JK) for being too loud on camera. This time around it's Jimin - fearless and unfaltering - standing his ground in the face of Jin's feeble attacks.

Overall, this little argument affirms an unspoken dynamic of Jijinjung off-cam as well. And if I were to pick sides.. point to Chimchim.

Before getting into it, everyone please take a moment to appreciate RM's styling 🌈

Not exactly fashionable but very forward.

This episode is brought to you by Jinmin🌙 with a special appearance from Hobi

Esquire Magazine Making Film (2020)

All was well on an early winter day as the boys dressed up as big cats, in cropped blazers, under a thousand layers and one for the Esquire magazine photoshoot. It was noticeably overcast on location outside the stout, brutalist factory, which mayhap set the right mood for the impending tiff.

JK was done with his styling first for their second group shoot, so he was waiting around for the others and exercising by himself.

Shortly after, Jimin entered into frame and began imitating JK's arm moves, directly opposite him.

Working the arms expressionlessly.

There wasn't much else to do, they're bored and had to pass time while on standby, so it's by no means Jimin's fault for wanting to get playful.

Because after a few repetitions, Jimin was aiming right for Jungkook's nips with his fingertips.

Not even half a beat passed before we can hear Jin, out of frame, going, "DON'T-

-joke around."

The speed of Seokjin's reaction - he was either watching like a hawk or has a build in radar. And by how quickly his guard broke down after seeing his beloved getting touched by the angel.. our cryptic study, it begins.

Jin didn't stop at just one warning but instead was rattling off, "Don't joke around, we're in a shoot. Don't joke around x4, focus on the shoot. No no, don't joke around.."

Like two bumper cars in the night, they made contact again and again. Jimin pushed Jin away but Jin was constantly coming back, trying to increase the distance between him and Kookie.

As it were at that point the spotlight had shifted over to Jin and Jimin, because JK had taken a step backwards and looked simply in dire need of a nap,

eyes half closed, warm and sleepy

✨

Jinmin's petty debate soon began with Jimin's opening line, "And you think you are generous? Don't you feel small?"

Which prompted Jin to emit a sheepish laugh.

Gotta hand it to the English subtitles for making the conversation more cryptic than it had to be. A better word for 'generous' could be 'tolerant', and a better word for 'small' could be 'shabby' in the sense that Jimin was saying.

So Jimin actually said to Jin, "Saying you are tolerant.. don't you feel shabby?" Petty much sir?

Right after Jin stepped in to usher him away from Jungkook.

Fellas, is this even cryptic? 😗

To clarify, Jimin was also referencing something Jin said during their interview earlier. The captions read [Jin said he is generous in the interview] so despite the part not making it into the final print, the editors and the members did hear him say so.

"I am pretty generous," Jin retorted feebly. Jimin went "EH?" at this reply but Jin did not give him a chance to retaliate because he threw the conversation to Jhope, who was resting on the sidelines.

"Ya Hope-ah, tell me honestly, aren't I more generous?" Help me bro

Jhope went, "Hyung is cooler (more laidback)."

He cleverly stood in the middle ground by using another term. Hm, but this 'more'...more than who? (war flashbacks to somebody physically edging everyone out of his way to stand next to yeobo)

+ points to BH's DP (cameraman) here because they panned to Hobi for only a sec and quickly returned to center on Jinmin. They knew where the main arena was✨

As Jin was just thrown a lifeline from Hobi to save him from his embarrassing show of petty jealousy, he was not about to let go of it.

"Right, cool! Generous, that's it!" That's what I meant by tolerant. Yes, I'm really tolerant.

However Jimin, a man of principle, wouldn't let Jin get away with it that easily.

Btw this DP is really doing some of their best work. That back and forth panning between Jinmin - excitement levels ⚠️⬆️

"Brother. Haven't you ever considered that your beloved younger brothers have become more generous because of you, brother?" He said with the poise of a seasoned lawyer.

Yeah, these are real subs. I just used the raw video to make the visuals look cleaner.

"Ha, what are you talking about- You towards me.. Because of you I-!" -fumbling-

"-Not considering others, you and Jungkookie..."

...aand I wish he finished his sentence but alas, Jin trailed off. If he did, maybe we would have reeled in a whole school of Jinkookers the day this video was released.

And Jungkook came back into focus in this fierce debate because yes, it had been about him this whole time. He started it and never left. I'd like to also pause for a second here to leave for pondering: how common this kind of argument could be between Jin and Jimin.. because JK wasn't even a little bit motivated to intervene. It's happened before? Many times? He's over it.

Ball was back in Jimin's court and he continued the relay with ease:

"Is this being 'generous'?" came Jimin's scoff. Look at yourself bro. And Hobi in the back, looking thoroughly entertained.

Jin's still trying to save his pride, "I...! Oh...!? Hey, you..." @%!$@!&

He's going down.

Jimin went in for the final kill. "Even your clothes don't look generous-

Teasing his Jin hyung is so fun

"-I can see into your heart." Reaching out, touching Jin's lapel while Jin was warding him off, bravado shrinking, clinging onto the last shreds of his ego.

Now at the very end there was nowhere else for him to run, so almost like a last resort Jin decided to exclaim,

"You look shabby!"

LMAOOOLJLHJJ Seriously what kind of a random attack is this..? Terrible, Seokjin, what happened to your eloquence 🙁

The verdict was basically set but Jin will still not admit defeat (even if battered).

"This, what is it? Is it gold?" Jin said finally as he tried to change the topic and move it along.

Jimin laughed while answering, "You have nothing more to say. This is gold."

K.O. He won. ✨

To summarize, Jinmin just had a very honest conversation about Jin's pettiness - specifically about how much he minds others getting too close to Jungkook.

In this instance, Jimin was just playing around and barely did anything (in addition we have to admit that these guys are known for excessive touchiness and affection). Therefore I'd say Jimin did not cross the line and Jin overreacted a bit. Especially since they were being filmed.

But I don't know :/ maybe some of you guys would side with Jin more..

Because it's hard to even stomach the thought of him peeling perilla leaves for another friend.

Overall, very on brand as the two archangels argue over their favorite shaggy coconut.

[microwavedautism]

:( Everytime I complain about my back or neck or legs or anything being uncomfortable/sore/in pain Mother just says something along the lines of "Your younger than me!!! Your not supposed to hurt like that" ..yeah no shit take me to a doctor mayhaps?

I told my counselor that I get really sore/pain in my legs and lower back when I walk, and that somedays my legs will start wobbling and giving out and he told me to exercise more :D

I have a gym membership I never asked for as apart of my ndis plan (that plan is unfortunately, not good for me despite it being catered for me lmao.). Nobody listens to me when I say I don't work out because it hurts me and makes my body incredibly uncomfortable to exist in. They tell me that happens because I don't move much. But they don't listen when I say moving too much is what makes this happen more.

I asked Mum if I could get a chair for the shower because I keep having to sit down (often not being able to easily get up again) or else I'll fall and she told me "they have those in nursing homes for old people."

Nobody listens to me and it's so frustrating.

[seyoonlgc]

on my way.

a team unknown performance solo (500~)

#1 - bar bar bar (crayon pop)

I know, I know, what a terribly predictable choice. Seyoon couldn't help it, though! If he was going to perform, he might as well choose a song he'd personally have fun with. Bar Bar Bar wasn't a difficult song, but it had its own playful charm and put people in cheerful moods.

"But this is a creativity exercise, right?" Seyoon sat cross-legged, hands clasped together like a monk as he prodded his brain for ideas. "I am not cool enough to come up with things, though." He wanted simply to be a cog in the wheel and do as he was told. Once upon a time, he thought that was what idols were expected to do.

Eventually, he settled on performing with an instrument. When Seyoon pitched his idea, he had no idea how much work it would be. Singing and playing the drumset simultaneously should be easy, right? Wrong! It took a lot of coordination, especially since he was just a beginner with the instrument.

Thankfully, the coach he worked with had the patience of a saint, and the song he chose had simple lyrics and an easy rhythm. Or who knows, perhaps Seyoon was secretly an instrument-learning genius but the performance went well overall. Sure, he was a bit nervous when he first started, but as the song continued, he gained confidence. Maybe part of him just felt sort of awesome with shiny purple drumsticks in his hands, singing his rock & roll version of Bar Bar Bar with a slightly lower-pitched voice.

For his final pose, instead of just tossing his hands up like the girls did in the original performance, Seyoon tossed his drumsticks. In the excitement of the performance, he did mayhaps toss them a lot higher than he intended, to the point they'd nearly hit the ceiling. Don't worry though - he managed to catch them again with some fast reflexes before they could bonk a fellow trainee on the head. Yay!

#2 - On my Way (Alan Walker, Sabrina Carpenter & Farruko): 0-0:39, then 2:00 - 3:15

He would try to sing in Japanese and flaunt his newfound language skill, except he had taken a risk by learning an instrument for the first performance, so Seyoon figured he could try to play it safe for the second.

So yeah, he decided to sing in English. And since he was born and raised in Canada, you don't have to worry about his fluency.

Seyoon chose the song because he liked it. Heard it on the radio some time ago and found himself humming along to it in the shower. He related to the lyrics in a strange way and understood what it was like to not trust others to keep you safe. Everyone must follow their own paths with a quiet determination and accept whatever they eventually lead to.

The performance went smoothly as expected. Seyoon had no issue with English and had practiced the song before with a fellow trainee before he even knew he'd be singing it for a performance one day.

[mai-melancholia]

30.03.2024: End of the Month! New Month

Context:

I've been dating since I was 16 years old and I've never really had a healthy break in between. I was one of those people who in fact is

and with the recent uprising of these terms that I've come to hear more often (probably because social media is listening to my plights) such as situationships, I'm going to give my two cents on the situation.

*Ahem*

Stop it.

It's not fun. Having your heart played like that, and then after a few dates, the person you're dating is like

"I need to work on myself" or "It's not you, it's me" or "the vibes are off"

Now that isn't to say that ALL people are immature for admitting these things. Absolutely not.

However, the lack of self-awareness that plays into this whole thing of whether or not people are dating for LTR or for pleasure is starting to get mushed together. OR they're dating because they're trying to escape a shame and guilt they felt with their previous relationships (and the funny part is it doesn't even have to be romantic; it can be due to past friendships they've had)

With that being said, this is just based on my experiences of dating, and I was in fact experiencing these feelings of uncertainty.

I think a lot of people are starting to realize that dating is overhyped, and mayhaps it's because it's some American thing, especially with the new terms coming out to describe their romantic preferences AND sexuality preferences. I have personally no qualms of these types of distinction, for I believe these distinctions are important in gaining a better self-understanding of what people want in life.

Now onto the update of my life in this journaling post:

Gym:Yoga:Gym:Yoga:Gym again:Yoga. I've been alternating between the two. Doing full body workouts/exercises and then doing yoga/flexibility/mindfulness the next and so on.

I'm going into my 5th week of therapy and I will say on a scale of 10, 10 being mentally exhausting to the point that you don't want to do anything anymore, 5 being relatively stressful, it's on a good solid 6. However, I will say that my mental resiliency has been improving over the years (which you will not find in the previous journaling).

Group therapy is interesting because there are people who have different walks of life from you and you get to hear their perspective of what they're going through. More importantly, you learn that your pain is universal and that you're not alone. Of course, how you experience the pain is you alone, but the experiences that elicits the pain, you can get insight on how to process it from other people.

There is a part of me that strongly trusts my recovery process. But the majority is dreading it. "Oh I have to go through the recovery from a breakup again." but then it's grappling against "Yeah but you NEVER have been single for a good portion of your life broski."

Listen, it is exhausting. Having to find myself again, find the autonomy, "rebuild" my identity again, and then figuring out, through trial and error, what is "too much" or "too little" in certain things like healing and then having to reframe your thoughts and battle cognitive distortions. My typical schedule is Monday through friday: therrapy in the morning, work in the evening, gym, sleep, do it all over again. Saturday and Sunday are the only days so far that I have any free time to myself. Therapy treatment will last for 8 weeks BUT I will not lie to you that during the first week of therapy treatment, I wanted to run the fuck away from the anxiety because it's like

"Oh it's happening again."

And then

some part of me was just like

"Okay bro, but like... you're going to get anxious no matter what. Like sis. This isn't it. You can't keep avoiding like you did before."

It wasn't until that acceptance that the anxiety, although still lingering, became less intense for me. Like, I'm accepting that when I go to sleep, I'm going to wake up anxious, no matter what I do; I'm going to go outside and something is going to trigger me, no matter what I do; the point is I'm going to feel a type of way when something triggers the shit out of me or reminds me of the previous relationships. Don't get me wrong, it sucks, nor am I forcing myself back to normality or like pretend that the triggers don't upset me, but it sucks even more for me to be afraid of that and avoid everything in life and simply stop attempting to live while recovering from the anxiety.

By no means, am I ignoring my emotions and honestly, I'm tired of doing that to myself. I did that for a good chunk of my life, and it's time that I address my emotions in the respect that I deserve. I'm 27. So you can imagine how much of my life I've been dating if I've started when I was like 16. Maybe even longer.

I'm starting to advocate myself more. And I'll be honest, I'm unsure of when in my entire life, I've ever done that. I've always struggled of doing it but not in the respect or degree that I would deem acceptable.

Cheers to my single life. I care not anymore for dating. If it happens, it happens, but I have no strong urge or pressure from society to do it.

[fangirleaconmigo]

Eskel teaches Milva to read.

Milva x Eskel first kiss (rated very very soft)

——-

Ok this is gonna be for me and probably no one else but that’s ok. @on-a-lucky-tide put the idea of Milva and Eskel in my head months ago and I haven’t been able to shake the need to come up with SOMETHING for this inspired pairing. And here we are. My idea for a fic that mayhaps I will write.

—-

So you know how Milva was raised in the woods and can’t read or write? And how it embarrasses her, especially with Geralt, who is so well read and educated?

And you know how Eskel was raised rural in an isolated mountain community?

Ok so, say the Hansa goes back to Kaer Morhen in my alternate history ending of the saga. Of course the wolf witchers all like Milva instantly, because of course they would. She is allergic to bullshit AND she has defended Geralt and Ciri’s life several times over.

To them it would be…ah yes…she is our family. It would just be a matter of her understanding and feeling worthy of that.

So say Vesemir tries to make her feel welcome the best way he can which is via his library and history (history, ie. when everything was better). He finds books on archery and the history of elven bow making and he tells her and her eyes just light up.

But then he plops it down in front of her and her face hardens as she realizes he is expecting her to peruse it. Her cheeks are heating up and she has a resentful comment on her tongue that she knows she will regret.

But Eskel is in the room. And even though it’s been so very long since he has been in her situation, he recognizes it, because you never forget what that feels like.

So without drawing any attention to her, he acts REALLY excited about the book, swipes it and starts to read parts of it out loud.

Milva tries to hide the grateful exhale of relieved breath. It is too early to disappoint or alienate her hosts.

Later that day, she offers to hunt for their supper, and asks if Eskel wants to come since he loves archery too.

He meets her outside and she’s a little surprised at how poorly maintained his bow is for someone who loves archery so much. She tuts over the condition it’s in and he smiles and says maybe his enthusiasm for archery isn’t matched by his skill. Perhaps she will give him pointers.

They hunt together and she finds herself liking him very much. Unlike her friends, (who she loves, of course) he doesn’t talk incessantly about women and sex and god knows what else. He is thoughtful and a little bit serious but he is also quick to smile when she makes clumsy jokes.

He is a capable archer for the task at hand, but he has clearly only learned survival level skills. She would be disappointed at learning she doesn’t have an archery friend after all, except that she really enjoys the opportunities she has to improve his skill with a few well timed pointers. She is surprised by how comfortable she feels with him, and how safe it feels to touch him when she is improving his shot.

They have bagged their kill and are carrying it back. In fact, they are almost back to Kaer Morhen when he says…

“Do you know who taught me to read?”

Her heart jumps to her throat as she connects the dots. He was never excited about archery, he pitied her. She tries very hard not to bite his head off. She must not be an asshole about it. He was kind to her. She is grateful that he covered her ineptitude.

Also, somehow, the thought of hurting his feelings or pushing him away wounds her. So, she manages to exercise restraint.

“And here I thought all you bloody witchers came out of the womb reading ancient bestiaries in elder.”

Ok, she is a little sarcastic. But just a hair. But her heart is still in her throat. She can hear her voice tremble a little and hopes he doesn’t notice.

“Geralt taught me.”

“Geralt? The Geralt of Rivia? Hero of the continent?” She is deflecting again with humor. But it is good natured humor. At least she isn’t being an asshole.

“Yes.”

Eskel tells her that where he grew up, they didn’t have a school. No teachers wanted to live in such a tiny isolated community so poor that they that paid in skinned rodents. So when he came to Kaer Morhen, he was the only boy who couldn’t read. He never wanted to ask for help because the instructors were so large and gruff and fucking terrifying.

He was falling behind and being assigned extra chores as punishment, because the instructors thought he was being defiant when he refused to answer.

Milva’s tension and shame bleeds away as her empathy takes over.

“Bastards.” She mutters.

He was afraid the punishments would get far more severe and he was scared. He knew some boys were punished with the belt and far worse.

But Geralt approached him in their dorms one night and in whispers, offered to teach him. Every night after bedtime they would light a candle and Geralt would teach him until they fell asleep in an exhausted heap.

Geralt had red hair then, he says with a smile.

“No kidding,” she laughs.

“No kidding.”

She is so drawn into his story and so overcome with compassion for the little boys of Kaer Morhen, that when he offers to do the same for her she just nods.

When she visits his room the first time, her heart is beating like a drum. But he makes her feel at ease. They sit by a torch and start at the beginning.

She is easily frustrated at first, mostly from embarrassment. She swears and paces. But he manages to show her that it isn’t a big deal. No one knows anything until someone teaches them.

Little by little she calms down and even begins to enjoy her lessons. They are the brightest spot in her already pretty damn bright days.

It is a revelation to be so welcome here in Kaer Morhen, and to be here not out of obligation or debt. They just all care about each other. She doesn’t think she has ever had this before. At least not since her dad died. She is a part of a real family. They are even all working together to do something sweet for Ciri.

Ciri has been through hell and is still a child and they all want to show her she is loved. They have decided to throw her a surprise birthday party.

By the time it rolls around, Milva proudly offers to write the banners and Ciri’s name on her cake. She has learned enough now to do that. Eskel bakes and he guides her hand on the letters, much like she guided his hand on the bow. She knows how to write them now but the frosting is a bit unwieldy. His hand is large and warm and so is the smile he offers her when she finishes the job and gazes upon the first words she has written that her new family will see.

Ciri shrieks with joy when she sees the banner and decorations and she throws herself into Milvas arms for a hug. Milva has to discreetly wipe the wetness from her face and cough.

Geralt hugs her too and whispers in her ear how beautiful it all looks.

“Eskel taught me,” she says.

Dandelion is near enough to hear, and he says…”so that’s what you were doing all those nights in Eskel’s room. I thought you two were—-“

But he is cut off when she punches his shoulder hard. He is very very dramatic about it but they all happily ignore his complaints.

Somehow Eskel understands her in more ways than one. She knows in her heart of hearts that he will never kiss her, even as the easy affection between them grows into something that yearns. He will never kiss her because he understands that she has to decide even that for herself. She knows that if she never reaches for him, they will be friends like this the rest of their lives.

And while she does cherish the thought of being his friend, she thinks she wants to kiss him too.

So one night after a lesson, they are on a balcony watching the sky. Eskel is leaning back, with a mug of beer sat on the chair between his legs. The shadows are flickering across his face.

It’s her favorite face, she realizes. So she moves his beer and settles in his lap. His look of surprise quickly spreads into an easy smile.

He wraps his arms around her waist but he still doesn’t kiss her. So she leans in and tentatively presses her lips to his. His hands tighten around her waist and he inhales.

She realizes that in her short life, she has never had this. Something that she chose. Something that will not go any further than she wants it to.

Someone who understands her. Someone who looks at her the way that Eskel is looking at her right now. Like she is precious.

“Can we just sit here.”

“We can.”

She leans her head on his shoulder and they sit in silence, watching the moon rise.

[fandomfiish]

random thought Mr. Anderson switching with Mr. Perry and Todd with Neil. And instead of a Play of A Midsummers Dream, mayhaps its a open bar night in a place that Todd found himself where he can start sharing his poems to the world, even if it start at that small place.

The other poets were grinning ear to ear, positioned in front of Todd as he looks nervous but determined to do this. Mr. Keating was there, of course, not gonna miss the opportunity to see Todds first-ever public speaking. Neil the ever-so-amazing boyfriend that he is kept cheering Todd on, especially when the lights dimmed and a spotlight was on Todd.

And Todd speaks.

Despite a stuttering start, with one look from Neil, Todd got the courage to continue with more passion.

Neil looked at the others with the brightest smile Mr. Keating has ever seen from Neil.

"He's good, he's so good."

But everyone knew that already.

A chorus of agreements from the other poets as Todd comes to an end, with a sheepish grin which resulted in the boys to give him a standing ovation.

"You go Anderson!"

"Well done Todd!"

"Walt Jr!"

"Todd Anderson, what are you doing here?"

The last voice felt like cold water suddenly fell in his head.

He recognized that voice, and couldn't even stop the fear slowly building up his skin.

He looked to the origin of the voice and there Mr. Anderson was, fury evident on his face as Todd felt nauseous.

He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't have known about this, who could have told his dad about his gig?

"Todd Anderson you better remove yourself from that stage and come here right this instant." He hears his father's tone and his face fell, and like in a sort of spell his body moved on its own, to his father.

That was until Mr. Keating stopped him halfway, with a grin in his face but his eyes hid the concern he has for his student.

Todd could see the other boys as well, they had a mix of looks of happiness, excitement, but mostly concern. All of them knew this wouldn't end badly, and judging from the way Neil looks at him like he wants to hug him but he can't, maybe tonight will end badly.

"You were amazing there young man, to think I once had to force you to make up a poem on the spot and here you are speaking in public spaces." He felt Mr. Keatings warm smile and his hands pat his back.

"You have a gift Anderson, and-" But before he could continue a hand smacked Mr. Keatings arms away from Todd, Mr. Anderson.

"Get the hell away from my son Mr. Keating."

"Mr. Anderson that's too much!"

"Todd!"

And Mr. Anderson dragged Todd out of the building, away from his passions, away from his friends, Mr. Keating, Neil.

And he'd never felt so empty. ------ I'll come back to this when I wake up because I actually have the whole confrontation in the house in mind and well, I need to exercise my rights to rest. But here's an excerpt: Despite the shouts of his father, his mother, Jeff.

All he could remember is what Neil said while he performed.

"I was good." That seemed to stop the three from their outbursts, looking at Todd in confusion. "I was really good." I'm sorry, Neil.

And without thinking Todd run out of the house towards the harsh winter night, without any protection at all.

After all, he deserved a cold and bitter end right?

[dirty-brainrot]

Daffodil with Kakyoin mayhaps?

I saw the re-reblog but if it's a one per customer thing then I understand lol

Oh no! It's a eat all you can! Basically just request as many as you like. A BUFFET

Took me long enough but the sin has been committed.

Daffodil (unrequited love): “What do you mean? But I love you!”

It was a lovely day to go outside not to mention it was Sunday, so you used this as an opportunity to exercise your legs.

"Y/N!"

Hearing a familiar voice call out, you spun around and saw your childhood best friend. It was the cherry-colored-haired boy that your childhood was built around, smiling and waving. "Tenmei!!!" Grinning, you ran to him with open arms. He copies the action making you jump on him, causing both of you to crash down laughing but the moment seized when he began coughing harshly. Alarmed, you quickly got off of him and scrambled to take his hand to help him regain his footing.

"Are you okay?" He waves his hand dismissively and gives you a pained smile. "I'm alright. Just took me off guard." Your face switched into a concerned expression. Eyebrows lifted and mouth slightly curved downwards. He frowns too, not liking the way your lips curl downward and the melancholy look in your eyes. He pulls you into a hug. His warm embrace reminded you of the nostalgic moments where he would hug you out of nowhere, making you giggle.

Your lovely reunion was ruined when a gruff voice from behind boomed that made you flinch away. "Kakyoin, don't be reckless." Craning your head, you see a behemoth of a man making you instinctively raise your arm and shield Kakyoin from him. He looks at you amused while Kakyoin snickers. "He's a friend, Y/N." He grabs your shoulders, trying to ease your tension. Taking your time to process this information, your cheeks flush in embarrassment but you quickly recovered by suspiciously squinting at the man.

"Are you sure, cherry? He looks like a murderer. A joy-killer." Unable to hold his snickers, Kakyoin bursted giggling and laughing while the "Joy-killer" looks at you with a glare. "In some cases... yeah." The man in black-clad shook his head, disappointed.

"Anyways, this is my friend Jotaro Kujo. Jotaro, this is my childhood friend, Y/N L/N." Jotaro nods his head in your direction and you return the gesture with a verbal response "Nice to meet you too." Jotaro made an audible grunt and walked on the opposite street, presumably in the direction of his home.

"What an odd guy." Kakyoin's laughter dies down and he hums in agreement beside you. "Well that's Jotaro and that's how he says goodbye." You followed up a giggle to Kakyoin's sentence.

Walking around the streets with him, you questioned his current situation. "How have you been? It's been like..... 6? 7 years? since we last met?" He looks into the distance in thought. His eyes looked oddly empty. "I think it was just 5 years. Well... It's a long story but currently, I'm doing well." You made an exaggerated "ooooohhh" and smirked. "Tell me your adventures oh great cherry overlord." A small little inside joke you and Kakyoin made back at elementary. He scoffs and stifles a laugh. "Alright... This is going to blow your mind. It's so bizarre." Nodding eagerly, you urged him to continue.

"Hm... But I don't think you can handle it." After getting hyped up so quickly, you frowned and pouted. "Stop teasing! Tell me the juicy story." He smiles and gazes at you softly, loving your cute expressions. The red-head sighs and shrugs playfully. "I guess it's time for you to learn the forbidden knowledge." At first, he was hesitant and uncomfortable but he decided to go with the flow. And not only that but seeing you get riled up made his heart skip a beat.

It may not look like it but he misses you more than you probably ever will.

"Well... If you do want to know..." He spills all the information on his trip to Egypt, starting with him being mind control and nearly getting killed by a vampire. To others, it would sound fake but you've known Kakyoin long enough to tell he's saying the truth. Not to mention you have your own stand as well.

During this, you realized the reason why he acted weirdly to you hugging him. "So you have a... huge wound in your stomach?" You say unsure but it was answered when Kakyoin nodded with a solemn look. It made you feel awful to learn that Kakyoin nearly died and you weren't there to help him but at the same time, there was nothing that you can do since it already happened.

Noticing your frown, he puts a hand on your shoulder again but this time he squeezes it and grins. Frowning doesn't suit you, darling. "It's ok. I'm here in one piece, aren't I?" You chuckle slightly and nod. "Well, enough about me. Tell me your stories." You beamed. "Ok! So as you see, I'm here and my parents are planning to stay here for a couple of years! That's more years we can spend time together! A-and!-" You rambled and rambled and told him bizarre adventures but not as crazy as his. Trying to make the atmosphere light and memorable, you can't help but feel strange... It's like you stand is saying something to you.

"Seeing this is a good time... There's something I need to tell you..." You made an audible "oh?" as he takes your hands in his larger and warmer ones. He pulls you along underneath a cherry blossom tree which was oddly suspicious and cheesy. His cheeks subtly flushed red, bashfully smiling. "I've been thinking about this since the trip to Egypt... And we've been... Friends for so long..." It was true. Friends for so long that you knew each other's secret. He kept one hand in yours and used the other to cover his mouth as he clear his throat. "Wi... Will you go out with me?"

Except for that secret. Your grip tightens and you sigh, removing both of your hands from Kakyoin, you looked at him in the eyes. His lavender scarred eyes looked nearly as lifeless. "I can't..."

"What do you mean? But I love you!"

"I... I only see you as a brother... Kakyoin.." After all the things he went through, it made you feel guilty but you can't force love onto others. The air felt awkward and you can't help but get mixed feelings about his confession. So the only rational decision you could think of was to say "sorry" and run away to recover from today's events.

As you flee in the distance, Kakyoin was already forming plans on how to achieve your heart. Even if he has to go through extreme measures. "Ah... Maybe not yet... We only just reunited today but soon."

[sungie]

hello love so excited to see your req box open☺️❤️ could you possibly do jealous megumi or inumaki when they see you talking to your ex?

a/n: ahhh hello!! <3 omg thank u for requesting i had a lot of fun writing this one // AJKJD;AJFD it’s so funny to me bc normally i don’t like jealous people blame my aquarius BUT um ,,, say less ,, mayhaps jealous fushiguro would be okay  

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[𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢]

“Can I ask you something?” 

Fushiguro’s voice is unusually strained. His words sound strung around the edges, yet there’s still something strangely vulnerable about what he's implying.

“What’s up?” Despite your nonchalance, you’re relieved he's broken the silence.  It was clear something was wrong ever since he'd closed himself off, an irritated frown pulling at his lips.  When you originally asked him about it, he shrugged it off as being tired, but you knew Fushiguro. It was obvious that he'd only responded to you out of polite necessity.

There's a brief pause as he struggles to find the right way to go about this. And then he's sighing, his gaze setting in resolve. "Who was that?"

You turn, casting your gaze toward the retreating figure. He's upset about that?

Fushiguro shifts in his stance.

"Oh," you blink, "you don't have to worry about it."

It's clear Fushiguro doesn't like your answer, and he glowers at his feet. "They seemed to know you well."

You can't help the amused breath of air that leaves your mouth. If you didn't know any better, you'd think Fushiguro were jealous. There's a bitter tinge to his voice, one that's all too clearly matched with his prickly attitude. You're not quite sure how Fushiguro manages to appear extremely disconnected while also obviously upset.

"I guess so." You chew on your lip, gauging his reaction. "They're my ex."

Fushiguro’s head snaps up. His eyes widen, disappointment quickly clouding over his expression. And then as quickly as it comes, a practiced stillness glides across his features and erases any trace of emotion, carefully preserving a mild, disinterested facade. "Oh."

You stifle a laugh. "Oh?'

Fushiguro sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. He leans his head against the wall in exasperation. "They still like you." The moment the words leave his mouth, he scrunches his face like the very thought leaves a bitter aftertaste, citrine and unwelcome. "It's so obvious."

"They don't."

"They do."

"And how would you know that?"

"Because they made a fool of themselves," Fushguro sends a pointed look your way, almost as if you're the one he's irritated with. "Like, they'd do anything to get your attention."

"Fushiguro," you start.

"It's so stupid," he mumbles, dropping his gaze, "it's just like how I"--

You tilt your head. "How you?"

His mouth parts in realization, and he sighs. "Forget it. It doesn't matter." He sticks his hands in his pockets, lips drawn to the side as he processes. It's something you've seen him do often.

Except, you're not expecting to witness regret flicker across his face. It's gone as soon as you see it.

"Would you?" When he looks back at you, a trace of desperation fills his voice.

It's almost as if your next words hold the answer to some long, puzzled over question that only he knows the words to.

"Would I what?"

"Go back," Fushiguro mumbles. "Would you go back to them if you could?"

"No."

Fushiguro blinks. "You didn't even think about it."

“I don’t need to think about it.”

"They'd take you back," he says helplessly.

"Do you want me to?" You tease, shaking your head. "I don't have feelings for them."

Fushiguro can't look away. It's at this moment where it seems as if there's no disconnection between what he's saying and what he's expressing.

"So, I still have a chance." It's murmured softly, phrased so delicately that it feels like a question and a realization all at once. You're not even sure if he intended for you to hear it.

"I told you, Megumi. You don't have to worry."

As soon as you say it, Fushiguro flushes. It's not just his ears--his entire face. "I'm not worried," he mutters hotly, assuming a haughty expression and turning away. "I don't know why you'd think that."

[𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞]

Inumaki’s upset.  His violet eyes turn perfectly dead-pan with no trace of the gleeful recognition that normally lights across his expression whenever he meets your gaze.  Neither is there any trace of indifference.  In fact, upset might be an understatement.  He looks furious. 

It started off as a pout when he met your eyes from across the grounds.  He’d waved, arm thrown over his head in an exaggerated sort of way.  He’d tilted his head, too, physically whining about why you couldn’t finish up and join him and the others already. 

That was before your sparring partner slammed their polearm into your stomach, sending you sprawling to the ground.  It’s harsher than supposed to be, and you cough, clutching your ribs.  You’re not hurt, it just stings a little. 

It was then that you’d risked a glance at Inumaki, and witnessed every fluctuation of emotion that crossed his face.  Even from here, it’s easy to tell exactly how angry he is.  And judging from his reaction, you’re all too aware that he’s finally noticed who the person is that just violated sparring rules.  

Inumaki’s usual reaction when you fall during training is that of amusement.  He likes to tease you, as long as you’re not seriously hurt, especially since he knows that everyone means well. 

But this is very different. 

You grimace, trying to somehow communicate that it's fine, but --

“Konbu.” 

It’s the rudest greeting you’ve ever heard from him.  And it’s directed at the person sparring against you.  

“Toge,” you hiss, “go away.” 

Inumaki turns his gaze to you.  His eyes soften, and he crouches down next to you, tilting his head to the side.  “Salmon?”  He presses a hand against yours, the one clutching your side.  

Are you okay?

You nod, gratefully accepting the other hand he offers to help you stand.

Except, when you try to resume training, Inumaki doesn’t let go.  His hand remains slipped into yours, and he even interlocks your fingers with his for good measure.  His hand is trembling. 

“Inumaki.” 

He meets your gaze quickly, stopping himself from stepping forward.  And then his anger defuses, and he sighs, tugging at your arm.  He gestures toward the tree a few distances away, the same one you usually relax at with everyone in-between meals, missions, training, whatever. 

You shake your head. 

Even though you can’t see his mouth, you know he’s pouting.  Except this time it’s not just out of wanting to spend time with you.  It’s a childish pout, an angry pout, and you’re all too aware of what it means.

He doesn’t understand why you're letting your ex get away with this.

But it’s when you pry his hand off yours, that Inumaki glowers at you. 

He wraps his arms around your waist, gentle enough to avoid pressing against your ribs, and he pushes you away from the sparring grounds.  And more importantly, away from your ex who he visibly bristles at.

“Stop, we’re not finished --”

“Salmon, salmon,” Inumaki mumbles in sympathy, but even you can detect the obvious glee behind his voice, as he presses his cheek against yours. 

You want to smack him. 

He lets go when you’ve reached where he wants to go, and he gazes at you with bright eyes.

“You didn't have to do that, you know.” 

Inumaki looks at you blankly.  A sarcastic eyebrow raises. 

You sigh, already knowing why it bothers him so much.  “I’m still mad at you.” 

Inumaki just shrugs, tugging at blades of grass and letting them blow away in the wind.  He rests his head atop your lap, gazing at the leaves breezing back and forth.

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Going off from the free dating headcanon… how about some for Miguel and Agata? >.<

I’m so happy to see another blog writing for the shishigumi, they’re finally getting the character development they deserved

I'm happy to write for the lovable bastards, though it does seem like there's only 1 or 2 other blogs that write for all of the Shishigumi.

Speaking of blogs, @couldyouspeakmyname is a very nice one ü, please check them out if you haven't already!

I had to keep the word limit in mind (especially since there's 2 characters involved here), so, if this ask wasn't what you wanted, feel free to let me know and I can try again!

— Psychic

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General Dating Headcanons

Agata

Agata has had his fair share of partners. Society makes lions out to be good leaders, and so, many animals begin relationships with them. Agata's a darker-coloured lion, so this effect was multipled for him.

While he did have a “bad boy” phase, Agata is truly a nice person at heart.

That would have been more than enough for others to stay in a relationship with him, had he been born almost any other animal.

He was cheated on a lot by love interests who wanted to make a lion jealous, and by those who expected something . . . more passionate from a relationship with a lion.

As a result, Agata's very clingy, and mayhaps a bit bitter.

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Miguel

Miguel's relationships tend to last 6 months to 1 year, but never much longer than that. He doesn't have much of an interest in relationships, but he's open to love if it finds him first.

Previous lovers had a tendency to sexualise him— this is something that makes Miguel very uncomfortable.

He doesn't mind dirty jokes, etc, but more intimate actions have been partially ruined for him.

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Meeting Them

Agata

It's quite possible that you ran into him at a local community college.

I can imagine Agata taking a course there— perhaps it's related to technology?

It's also quite possible that the both of you shared the same, mandatory class.

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“oh shit oh shit oh shit . . .”

A noise that was more whisper than spoken word. You don't see it, but you can almost taste the anxiety that flows over from your colleague.

Your eyes moved involuntarily over to your left, where a dark-maned lion crawled on his hands and knees, as if searching for something.

You rest your head on your hand. “Looking for something?”

A muffled, “Dropped my pen . . .”

You fished about in your pencil case, pulling out one of your spares. It wasn't nearly as favoured as your gel pens, and, it also wasn't one you would miss if someone were to steal it.

“You can borrow this one . . . just give it back.”

You had never seen someone look so grateful; the expression was genuine, which filled your body with a cosy warmth.

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Miguel

Perhaps you met him at the gym.

Although Miguel had more than enough exercise equipment at the Mansion, he preferred to workout away from the Black Market.

It gave him the chance to organise his thoughts.

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“STAY FIT”— a simple, two word long mantra and a reminder of the New Year’s resolution you wanted to keep.

In order to achieve that goal, you signed yourself up for a gym— it was only a few blocks away on foot. Since it was so close, you were always the first one there . . .

Or rather, you were always the first one there, until recently.

“You must really love working out,” You struck up pleasant conversation whenever the both of you took your breaks. There wasn't anything else to do, really.

The feline, whose mane was tied up neatly behind him, took a swig of his bottled water. “I suppose you could say that.”

It was a curt response, yes, but it was also the start of a wonderful acquaintanceship.

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Growing Closer

Agata

over the course of several weeks, Agata racked up a fine collection of pens— all of them yours, of course.

Somehow, you didn't believe that you would get them back.

It didn't matter much though— you had more than enough to spare.

The pair of you studied together often; either on-campus or back at your place.

His notes were very neat, you noticed.

He divided his pages into three sections; one for definitions, one for summarisations of the text and one for miscellaneous notes.

When you expressed your interest, Agata is more than happy to explain the Cornell Method to you.

You were just pleased that all the pens you lent him hadn't gone to waste.

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Miguel

you actually had to put some effort in before Miguel felt comfortable enough instigating a conversation with you.

In the beginning, you talked to yourself, more or less.

Miguel gave short, curt answers in reply.

You both took note of what subjects the other person was interested in, and then went from there.

Polite conversation made to pass the time became deep and insightful discussions.

Miguel kept a neutral expression when speaking to you, but after a while, his lips curved into a pleasant smile more and more often.

You liked his smile.

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Going Steady

Agata

You didn't notice the way Agata’s hands shook until much later, when you were both reminiscing on how he had asked you out the first time.

You did notice that the lion had a few bags’ worth of stationery with him, though.

“Finally decided to return those pens you borrowed?” You were teasing of course — your friendship with him was such that you didn't care about those trivial things anymore.

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“Let’s go see a movie tonight!”

You blinked once. Twice.

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Then, you cleared your throat. “Ah . . . sure—” You turned around, intending to fetch a jacket. “I’ll just get a coat and—”

“Y-you can borrow mine!”

Thought it was several sizes too large, Agata's jacket was indeed very comfortable.

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Miguel

It just sort of happened.

One thing led to another, really, and soon, the both of you were bouncing ideas back and forth.

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“You're weird,” You snorted, playful as always. With the gentle push of a button, the treadmill belt beneath you began to move.

You thought you saw Miguel smile. He slung his towel over one of the machine's handle bars. “Maybe so, but, aren't you going to answer? It's not hard, right?”

“Well . . .” You clicked your tongue, actually thinking. “I've always wanted to go cycling at the park with someone else.”

“Are you free Thursday?”

You eyed the lion suspiciously, but nodded, “Mhm . . .”

But then, it clicked, “Oh . . .”

It really clicked, and you broke out into a wide grin, nodding up and down quickly.

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Dating

Agata

he was very nervous at first, and very, very clingy.

He felt as if he had to keep impressing you, and giving you gifts just to keep you around.

You didn't think much of it at first, but you drew a line when he arranged for a limosuine to drop you off at your agreed rendezvous point.

Where did he even get the money for a limo, anyways?

You called the date off, in favour of talking it out with him.

Though a part of you wanted to let Agata have it, the more sensible part just wanted to know why.

As the both of you stood in the parking lot of the movie theater, you noticed that several pairs of eyes were on you.

You grabbed him by the hand and, after a short walk, came to a more secluded area.

You sighed, and told Agata exactly how you felt.

In turn, he explained his side of the issue.

It wasn't planned for, but you both enjoyed the impromptu heart-to-heart under the stars nonetheless.

It was enjoyed so much so, that neither of you saw the black car which drove away, its scar-faced driver satisfied that Agata could handle things from there.

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Miguel

dating Miguel feels as if you're hanging out with a dear friend — which you were, in a way.

Your dates are spent cycling around the district, dominating patronising the local basketball court and just enjoying the other’s company.

And then, you slept together.

It had been late, so, you told him that he could crash at your place until daylight.

Despite your insistence that he take the bed while you slept on the sofa, Miguel was adamant that it be the other way around.

You had shrugged your shoulders, and decided not to fight him on it further.

Come morning, you had successfully moved him into your bed— he looked mad uncomfortable on the couch, anyways.

To your surprise, Miguel awoke with a start, a hand over his chest and eyes wide.

He demanded to know whether or not the both of you had done anything the previous night.

You didn't know about his . . . fear at the time, but you knew that you had royally fucked up.

You promised not to do that sort of thing again, and the rest of the morning is spent in the other's arms.

[chadillacboseman]

Hey hey hey :) Could I mayhaps request some Notch and 404 hanging out with the prompts “You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.” Thank you and you’re writing is incredible <3

BROOOOOOO YES IT'S OC TIME!!

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"Okay. Fine. Sylvester Stallone or Arnold Schwarzenegger?" Jaimie tossed the tennis ball skyward and caught it against her chest.

"Really?" Wes snorted, "Neither!"

"Not how the game works!" Jaimie tossed the ball again and grinned, "Gotta pick one. And divorce is not an option. Stay married until he dies. Or you die, I guess."

Wes pulled her face into a disgusted grimace and considered the question, "Am I allowed to take a lover on the side?"

Jaimie paused and considered the question, "Yes. Wait- no. No. You have to stay loyal."

"This game sucks, Notch."

"Not as bad as being married to Arnold would. Man, could you imagine?" Jaimie shuddered animatedly.

"So you'd pick Stallone?" Wes raised an eyebrow, "Arnold has more acting cred."

"What?! Have you seen the Rambo films-"

"What are you two talking about?" Elias popped his head into the tech room and interrupted what was sure to be an enlightened overview of the franchise.

"Blitz! How nice of you to join us-" Jaimie tossed the tennis ball at him and he dodged it, "We were discussing celebrities-"

"You were discussing celebrities. I was trying to work-" Wes gestured at the motherboard on the workbench in front of her.

"I was about to defend the integrity of the Rambo films," Jaimie interrupted, "Are you familiar?"

"A little," Elias glanced between the two of them, a look of confusion painted across his face.

"Do not get her started," Wes warned as she turned her attention back to the tech in front of her.

"First Blood is a cinematic masterpiece!" Jaimie cried, "Clearly lost on a Canadian."

"You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give, Notch."

"Do you two ever get any work done?" Elias asked hesitantly.

"Oh, I'm not working on anything," Jaimie shrugged, "I come here to bother her. It's like a field exercise. Gotta focus through the distractions."

"And you are one hell of a distraction," Wes tossed a chunk of scrap wire at Jaimie who batted it away and put her hands up in a mock karate pose, "With terrible taste in movies."

"Oh, that's rich coming from a fan of the Leprechaun movies!"

"Leprechaun 5 had Ice-T in it! That's peak," Wes argued and Jaimie scoffed.

Elias watched as the two of them bickered and lobbed insults back and forth. He had seen them work on missions in the field together as an almost seamless pair, the perfect blend of attack and defense. But here- here they were almost like teenagers, engrossed in an argument over terrible movies and D-list actors.

"There's only one way to settle this!" Jaimie sat up straight in her chair with sudden intensity.

"And that would be?" Wes asked dubiously.

"Movie night."

[binunus]

college bf!bin

a/n the duality of this man??? i’m deceased...anyway i did not think this would go this long but uh my hand slipped...happy birthday binnie!

word count: 5k

genre: fluff, smut, (tiny) angst _________________________________________________

ugh yo

bin is so??? infuriatingly hot??? yet cute at the same time

major: exercise science

and because I love mermaid prince/the beginning, he’s been on the swim team since first year college

swam varsity starting his second year

besties with eunwoo, they were roommates their whole college career

alright so bin loves making friends

he’s so playful and talkative once you really get to know him

but his aura?? tbh very intimidating

like he has an rbf and just like he’s so tall, broad shouldered, built, like he just carries himself very strongly that you will get intimidated when you first meet him

very well known in the university

literally has a professional photographed banner of him hanging in the athletic building with the gold medal he won freshman year

a little embarrassed about it

not really, only when the boys (as in literally the other five) tease him

myungjun: woOoOw bin that guy on the banner really looks like you, don’t you think?

rocky: we geeeeet it you’re a star athlete

blah blah blah you know the vibes, they’re endearing

so how do you meet bin?

basically you’re a friend of a friend—you’re eunbi’s (sinb) friend

you’ve only met bin briefly from time to time, but otherwise you never really had any reason to get acquainted with him

your only encounters of him are when he wants to annoy eunbi and she immediately puts him in his place

but then suddenly in the spring semester of your 2nd year, you and him are in the same 8 am

a boring statistics gen ed class that everyone needs to take in order to graduate

you were running a bit late during the first class meeting—you woke up 30 minutes after your alarm and literally rushed out of your apartment—you made it to class with 2 minutes to spare

most of the seats were filled up already, except that one seat in the back left corner by the window next to the one and only moon bin

oh would you look at that

you felt a bit relieved honestly, you didn’t know anyone else in that class so at least you saw a semi-familiar face

he grinned at you when you sat down

“hey y/n”

you were a bit taken back, “you know my name?”

he laughed a little, “yeah of course, you’re one of eunbi’s really good friends, why wouldn’t I know your name?”

before you could respond, the professor started class and ceased your conversation

one thing you realized as the weeks start to go on

you and bin could not give any two fucks about statistics

no offense to stats lovers

every 8 am on mon/wed/fri, neither one of you would pay attention in class

you both enabled each other to not pay attention basically

so when the professor announced the content and date for the first exam

you and bin literally looked at each other with the same expression

you were both fucked

after class was dismissed, instead of the two of you quickly packing your things and fleeing the room immediately, you both lagged a little bit

you: so...do you know anything that’s going to be on the exam?

bin: uh...no? y/n you’re literally right next to me, you know I don’t do jack shit in this class

you: well fuck, how are you gonna study then bin?

bin: I was probably gonna ask my roommate to help me, he passed with a 96 when he took this class

you give him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster up, you lean in and clasp your hands together like you’re praying

“can he help me too...? please?”

bin’s eyes go a lil wide bc you were a bit closer than he was used to and shit was his heart racing rn?

bin: uh...yeah...sure, i’ll text you to come over when we’re gonna study

you beam at him and like in your excitement you give him a hug

“thank you thank you thank you! i literally cannot fail this class. I’ll see you on friday bin!”

with that you grabbed your bag and just left, leaving bin shocked

he’s surprisingly a shy boy okay!

he always thought you were cute from when he first saw you hanging out with eunbi, but ofc he never thought any more of it

until you guys had this class together and he started to think every day, that wow you are really cute

bin texts you the next day

coincidentally, eunbi texts you too

bin: hey this is bin, if you’re free in an hour my roommate’s gonna help me go over the material in ch. 1

eunbi: why did bin ask for your number

you to bin: yes! send me your addy and i’ll be there :)

you to eunbi: we’re in the same stats class lol and we’re gonna study for our exam next week

eunbi: lol moon bin studying? you might wanna bring some wine with you for emergency y/n

you: lol what do you mean by that?

eunbi: binnie hates studying, but good luck!

ahh, eunbi becomes unhinged when it comes to bin

but you know it’s bc they’re that close, they’re literally childhood best friends, more so like siblings

still, studying w him couldn’t be that bad right?

spoiler alert, it went alright

you felt bad showing up to bin’s apartment empty handed so you picked up some coffee before you arrived

you officially meet bin’s roommate, eunwoo, and you’re floored for like 2 minutes bc literally how can a man like him be real?

cue bin being a bit jealous bc yeah he knew his roommate’s perfect but like damn did you have to be affected by him too :(

eunwoo’s a good teacher alright? you actually understood the material from him

you: idk what eunbi’s talking about, you’re actually not that bad at studying bin

bin being offended: oh god what did eunbi say about me

eunwoo smirking: maybe it’s because you’re here y/n, bin usually doesn’t focus this much when it’s just me trying to help him

you: ???

bin in his head: i can’t trust anyone huh 

before you left his place, you and bin planned to meet up and study one more time before your stats exam

it was just you and bin this time

although you’d never admit it, yes you tried to look good for meeting up with him

yeah he’s a friend?? at least you think you were at that level?? but still, he’s a cute friend and you really didn’t want him to see you looking crusty

you and bin end up studying for a whole 5 hours

granted, half of that time you two were messing around, eating food, trying to procrastinate for as long as you could

bc even though you two had a good handle on the material now—thanks to eunwoo—you both still hated statistics

you knew bin started to get more comfortable with you bc he started teasing you

it made you happy hehe so ofc you started to quip back at him

not at the intensity that he and eunbi do but it’s enough for you :)

he walks you back to your apartment after your study session

wow what a gentleman

bin waving bye at your door with the cutest smile: see you in class y/n :)

mayhaps your stomach did a little somersault

anyways

on the day of your exam you were freaking out

you have test anxiety ah ha ha

you woke up at 5 bc you were paranoid about being late to class

you’re like hastily looking over the notes again when you get to class like are you really prepared omg you’re psyching yourself out hella

bin comes in with 2 cups of iced coffee and he’s like woah are you okay

you: i woke up at 5 bin, idk if i can do this omg

you are like visibly in distress rn and he feels like a pang in his chest 

he was gonna mess with you and say like “bet im gonna get a higher grade than you” but he smartly decides against it

instead, he just takes your hand and gives it a little squeeze: y/n, take a deep breath. you’re going to do great, you studied your ass for this and we both know that you got this material down—even eunwoo hyung said you were gonna ace this exam. just trust your instincts, okay? breathe with me.

he was staring at you so intently and genuinely when trying to calm you down

your anxiety yeeted and suddenly you felt shy

you: th...thanks bin...

bin was worried about you while taking the test rip, he kept secretly glancing at you (while also trying not to make it look like he was cheating) just to make sure that you were okay

he walks you to your next class after you both finished your exam

bin: you sure you’re okay? you said you woke up at 5, did you even eat breakfast? let’s get food after your next class.

you were feeling better after the test but like you got so endeared at his fussing

yes you and bin got lunch that day

your exam results were uploaded the next day

you immediately called bin: I GOT A 95

bin: i told you that you would ace it! i got a 90 hehe

you: bin i literally owe you and eunwoo my life, lemme buy you guys food or something

you hear a little bit of bickering over the phone and suddenly you’re talking to eunwoo

eunwoo: i would love some sushi, but since bin can’t eat seafood, why don’t you come watch his swim meet this weekend :)

you: o...h...o-okay yeah i’d love to watch, what time is it? :)

eunwoo: it’s saturday at 10 am

you: okay! i’ll see you there bin

bin already planning on drop kicking eunwoo

cha eunwoo—best wingman™

you basically beg eunbi to go with you to bin’s swim meet

eunbi: i know bin can swim, why do i have to watch him flounder around under water

also eunbi: faster bin! don’t you fucking dare lose!

bin places first this meet

are we shocked? no

okay you mentally prepared yourself for seeing him shirtless, but clearly you didn’t prep enough bc you’re on the cusp of drooling when you’re watching him from the bleachers

and let’s face it, you’re not subtle and eunbi knows everything so she’s literally closing your jaw for you and like messing with you

eunbi: y/n, you’re really sure you like bin? he’s a good guy but c’mon, i think you deserve better

you: since when did i say that i like him ???? and what do you mean ??? i think he checks...all the boxes...for me...

eunbi: maybe it’s bc i’ve known him since when he used to wet his pants so i don’t understand why people are attracted to him, but like...really, you’ve been checking him out since he removed his shirt. even the ref can see that you’re simping over him

you and eunbi meet up with eunwoo and the rest of bin’s friends—that you haven’t met yet but know of

jinjin: oh so you’re the y/n that bin’s been talking about *wink wonk*

baby you’re blushing

even more so when bin comes up to your group

mmm middle parted wet hair, muscle tee and white sweats, towel around his shoulders

he’s so hot ???

you’re all congratulating him blah blah, but like bin keeps glancing at you and all you can do is just smile and like nervous laugh

sanha: y/n! eunbi noona! you should come eat with us to celebrate bin hyung’s win

eunbi glances at you, little smirk on her face: i have plans, but i know y/n’s free! bin you make sure they get home safe after y’alls dinner plans :)

hwang eunbi—best wingwoman™

dinner with the boys was chaotic, you were talking and joking around with them as if you didn’t just meet them today

*you about to get your wallet*

bin, not even able to look at you: it’s okay y/n, i got you this time

cue the boys teasing

astro: kings of making fun of each other

rocky as the group is splitting up: walk y/n home safely hyung :) don’t stay out too late

bin: sorry about them, they’re a bunch of loud idiots...ah haha...

the walk back to your apartment is actually pretty sweet

he didn’t know if you would actually come watch his meet or not but he was excited when he actually saw you

you talk about small random things about yourselves, but it’s not like useless information, you bet that both your subconsciouses are keeping track of whatever y’all are talking about

you give each other a “friendly” hug goodnight...that lasts like a minute or so

and while you’re hugging, bin just can’t help but think that wow you fit so perfectly in his arms

and on the other hand, you’re thinking he feels so warm? so safe? you don’t want to pull away?

but ofc the hug has to end and you’re thanking him for walking you home and he’s like glued to his spot waving goodbye sweetly and waiting for you to go inside so that he knows you’re safely in your apartment before leaving

bin sighing dreamily as he walks back to his and eunwoo’s place

eunwoo waiting on the couch with a glass of water: how was your date ;)

bin: it wasn’t a date, i just walked y/n home

eunwoo: yeah, but you want it to be a date

bin: ...shut up

god why is the pining stage so long

alright everyone knows you and bin like each other

it becomes pretty obvious after the swim meet

you and him fall into this little routine of switching who buys coffee for your 8 am

and then he’d walk you to your next class afterwards

you both still don’t pay attention in stats, sorry

but that means more outside study sessions dates

you come watch his swim meets, whether astro’s there or you’re just watching by yourself

and then you and him get lunch?? early dinner?? right afterwards, it depends on whenever his meet ends

but like??? neither of you have confessed your feelings for each other

even though you both have like a little hint that yeah the feelings are mutual

you and bin are literally like this for 3 months, like damn the semester is almost over

eunbi and eunwoo are tired of your shit, they’re both just like: when the fuck are they getting together? we’re sick of this.

alright so the masterminds literally pay one of eunwoo’s friends from his major to ask you out while you’re studying with bin

let’s do mingyu why not, he was in your korean history class last year

you and bin are in the library, half studying half goofing off per usual

eunwoo, eunbi, and mingyu are at the opposite side of the floor

mingyu: u sure bin won’t clock me for trying to ask out y/n

eunwoo: probably not??

eunbi: just do it please

mingyu giving them both the finger before walking up to your table

“hey y/n...i was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me...as a date?”

you: o_o huh?

mingyu: i always thought you were cute from when we had class together last year, but i never had the balls to ask you out or anything...you’re not dating anyone, right?

you glance at bin to find that he’s already looking at you with an expression that you don’t really know how to read

you: um...well no I’m not-

bin: actually, we’re dating so y/n can’t go out with you mingyu, sorry.

mingyu’s not even phased, he just gives you a thumbs up and then leaves

you’re confused like literally what is going on—and then you process what bin said and you whip your head to look at him

bin: sorry i said that...i just felt...jealous i guess when mingyu asked you out

you: I wouldn’t have said yes anyway...I sorta like someone else

bin: fuck it, the topic already came up...y/n I’ve liked you for a while now but uh...I don’t know I guess I was scared to tell you because I’m scared of rejection

you just laugh, but not mockingly! more like bin you’re so cute wtf

“bin, why would I reject you when I’ve literally been into you for the past four months?”

it’s safe to say that you and bin officially began dating after that

eunwoo texting in their gc: bin and y/n are finally together

myungjun: fucking finally

bin: how...did u know that eunwoo...?

*eunwoo has left the chat*

alright but bin’s charm?? flirting?? teasing?? sweetness?? up 1000%

bin is touchy y’all, in private his hands are always on you, whether it be sexual or not sexual is up to you

he restrains himself in public ofc, the most he does is put a hand on your waist or hold your hand

eunbi threatens bin early on in your relationship: bin you’re like my brother, but y/n’s one of my dearest friends and if you as much make them cry i will kill you

ofc bin is still eunbi’s punching bag, but when you three are hanging out, he’s dramatic and acts like he’s hurt so he’s like whining to you

sometimes you play along and coo at him like: aww binnie, where does it hurt baby?

other times you’re like: you really think i believe that?? with the size of your biceps??

eunbi: excuse me while i vomit

okay but binnie? bestest sweetest boy

yes he looks all big and intimidating

but he’s soft—especially for you

your nicknames for each other are either “bub” or “baby”

yes will join in making fun of you with the boys, but when you start pouting he’s a goner and will defend you

bin is also a big cuddler, but i mean you’re not complaining hehe

he’s the big spoon, no questions asked

okay but being in bin’s arms is like your favorite place in the world

his frame literally just envelopes you and all you can feel and smell is him and it’s so??? content, you feel at home with him

you feel bad in the morning bc like his arm has to be sore from your weight so you try to like get out of his grasp, but he literally just whines and hugs you tighter

okay but just imagine you and bin napping and his arms are around your waist, his nose is buried in your neck and he wakes up like nuzzling his face in your shoulder like a puppy

im soft

one week you’re staying over at bin’s apartment and then the next week he’s staying over at yours, the cycle goes like that

if you’re one of my ladies with a ~vagíne~, he will buy all your cravings and your tampons/pads, literally anything you want that week, it is yours

doesn’t really get jealous now that you two are official, he knows that you’re his and he’s yours

you two lightly bicker like friends, but you’ve never had a terrible fight before

you were really close to though—or...like you did?? but it was resolved really quick

one of the only problems of bin is that he hates showing weakness and it takes him a whole lot to truly fully 100% be vulnerable with someone even if it’s someone close to him

he pulled a muscle in his arm and it cost him one of his swim meets

he had to go to rehab for like a month and you knew that mentally he’s been off bc of it

you try to ease talking him into telling you about how he’s really feeling but he just kept dodging the subject

one night after one of his rehab sessions, he came back to your place and you’re just like

“hey bubbie, how was rehab? how are you doing?”

and he just snaps at you: stop asking me how I am, y/n, it’s getting really annoying

you’re taken aback, like what the fuck where did that come from?

your eyebrows furrow and you cross your arms bc you are not going to get spoken to like that

“so me worrying about you and wondering how your recovery’s going is annoying? that’s what a partner is supposed to do, moon bin. what’s going on with you?”

bin: you’re being suffocating! it’s the only thing you ask me about nowadays, sometimes I—

oh boy you got mad

you: I ask you because I know you’re not telling me things! I know you’re suffering by yourself and I want to let you know that I’m here for you, I want to help take some of the pain away or at least help you deal with it because I’m your partner! but how can I if you can’t even let me in?? we’re fucking dating moon bin, we’re supposed to go through rough times together. and you call me suffocating...? 

bin’s silent and he’s looking at the floor

you sigh, tears are building in your eyes because you’re frustrated and a bit hurt by what he said, and your voice cracks when you speak again: if i’m suffocating you, then you should leave. text me or something when you can breathe again, I don’t know.

there’s a bit of spite in your words, hidden by the pain

bin sees the tears rolling down your cheeks and that’s when he knows he fucked up

he’s never seen you cry before—besides like from a sad movie or something

so like the fact that he made you cry and hurt you with his words? damn he hates himself rn

he immediately wraps his arms around you, and you like try to push him to get away bc why is he hugging you? didn’t he just say that you were suffocating? why is he confusing

bin: baby, I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have taken out my frustrations on you, you’re not suffocating me I promise...you’re right about everything, I should be sharing things with you and telling you how I’m really feeling...I’m sorry.

you don’t say anything and just like sniffle and he picks you up and brings you to your bedroom and then he just lets it all out

he tells you how rehab is hard and like yeah his muscle pain is going away, but he doesn’t know if he can swim as fast as he used to and that scares him

and he tells you that sometimes he’s thought of giving up swimming since his injury, but then he thinks of you and that’s how he’s still going through with rehab

you’re his motivator and comfort but he doesn’t want to show you his weak side bc he hates that part of himself

and at this point, bin starts tearing up and you’re like stroking his hair to try and comfort him

bin: I’m not good at telling my feelings baby...probably why I didn’t tell you I liked you until 4 months later...but I promise I’ll work harder and at least try and tell them to you.

ugh pain

anyway your communication with serious things got better after that encounter

eunbi finding out that you and bin argued and he made you cry and she literally punched his stomach

you: omg eunbi stop

bin: it’s okay...I sorta deserved that

eunbi: why...are you not swearing at me? shit, bin are you okay?

he nods to the girl and just puts an arm around your shoulder: we talked things through, don’t worry. I’m all good now, but I did deserve that punch because I hurt y/n when I promised you I wouldn’t

bin ends up having a full recovery and bam his first swim meet after he got the clear from the PT, he gets first place again

all the boys and you and eunbi were there supporting him

bin was hella nervous before the meet started, but you gave him a little good luck kiss and was like: I believe in you bub, no matter the result, as long as you give it your all and don’t hurt yourself again, you’ll be the winner to me :)

this was actually when the first “i love you” was said

after your little pep talk in the locker room, bin’s just hugging you and holding you for comfort

and he just went out with it

“I love you y/n”

you blush hella hard bc you were not expecting that

obviously you’ve been feeling it like yeah your feelings for bin have grown into love for a while now

you just bury your face in his chest and hug him tighter

“I love you too binnie, now go get em bub.”

he smiles and kisses you and tells you that he’ll see you after the meet is over

you come back to the crowd where the boys and eunbi are and you just have a huge smile on your face, you’re literally glowing

myungjun: please tell me you guys didn’t fuck before his swim meet

speaking of fucking

okay let’s get down and dirty ladies and gents wink wonk mmm grr bark bark

bin is so sexy y’all like i dont need to tell you that

he’s 100% a tease

you have a little muscle kink hehe

which bin very much uses to his advantage

if bin is wearing a sleeveless shirt, you bet he wants to smash that day

will walk around shirtless after a shower or after a workout just to turn you on and then depending on his mood, he might tease you for like an hour or you’ll just get right to it

he’s very proud of his body and the work he put into it and knowing that you get turned on from one look of it?? gives him an ego boost, he loves it

one time at a party, he wore a crop top (mm hello bad idea bin) and you literally went feral

you dragged him inside the nearest bathroom and just started making out

he’s an ass guy

...all of astro are ass guys, it’s just obvious with how much they slap each other’s asses and poke each other’s assholes

okay you know how he’s touchy right? i mentioned that earlier

he always wants you on his lap

even if there’s a space available, nope your seat is his thighs

ofc when the situation allows, like you’re not gonna sit on his lap in class duh

most of the time in public like if you’re hanging out with the boys or something, it’s innocent

but if he wants to be a tease, he’ll literally just tighten his grip on your hips and grind you down onto his cock

subtle, he won’t straight up thrust into you

just enough to get his dick stirring and make you feel the outline of it through your pants

and then he just stops and hugs your waist again?? wtf

his major’s exercise science right? will ask if he can practice on you for anatomy and physiology, but you know after touching you in a couple places, y’all will just end up fucking

likes to bite and mark

very proud seeing the hickeys he leaves on you

you can bite, but you can’t bruise, idk his upper body is exposed a lot bc swimming so you can’t really leave any marks on him unless it’s the off season

foreplay’s cool, but he prefers the main event, he just wants to be in you

as much as he loves doggy, his fav position is the hook

(it’s when your legs are on his shoulders ohoho and it just lets him fuck you in a deeper angle mmm)

also in the hook, he can choke you

if i have a choking kink, you have a choking kink

okay little tangent, choking is so hot?

like just imagine you and bin are making out, he pushed you against the wall, literally grinding his hips into you, and his hand just comes up and squeezes your throat? that’s so sexy

likes butt stuff oops

i don’t make the rules, he just does

daddy kink, but no power play

will not degrade you (even if you really just want him to call you his dirty slut) bc he really values seeing you as equals

seeing your face when you cum is a must

almost always: you cumming → bin cumming

nothing gets him off more than knowing that he’s making you feel good

after !! care !!

sweetest boy!!

will clean you up with a warm towel after sex

and if you’re one of my ladies, he will always remind you to pee so that you don’t get a UTI

if y’all had a marathon or something, he will draw a bath and carry you to the bathroom and you will bathe together, so soft

always ends sex with an i love you :’)

okay let’s get back to the soft stuff

special thing about swimmer bin: pool dates

sometimes when he’s practicing and it’s just him, he asks you to come to the aquatic center and you two end up splashing around and being cute together

he like knew that you were the one for him some time during senior year

it was the holidays and his parents invited you to spend christmas with their family since your parents were out of the country this break

his parents and sister liked you immediately—which you were so scared about, but bin just knew

you woke up early christmas eve (and bin was out like a rock) so you just went downstairs to brew some coffee or something and you saw that his mom was already starting on making food

naturally, you offered your help and she was like no, you’re a guest y/n, but obviously you started helping

bin comes downstairs like an hour or two later to see you, his mom, and his dad just cooking and listening to christmas music and talking and his heart just like swells??

you: morning binnie :)

his mom: how can you be sleeping when y/n’s here helping us with christmas dinner

his dad: what kind of boyfriend are you, son?

just kidding all jokes

but that’s the moment when he knew

best boyfriend bin ugh

he becomes a legend in the school for swimming

but doesn’t continue after college, he’s all about becoming a physical trainer after graduation

he goes to grad school, while you’re out working in business

bin moves in with you after graduating, it was the obvious next step

you do talk about the future together, but obviously bin’s still in school and you’re both fresh from undergrad so there’s no rush yet to tie the knot

doesn’t stop his or your parents from talking to you two about marriage tho oops

ugh but the domesticity after bin moves in with you? superb

like yeah obviously you both basically lived together anyway when he still roomed with eunwoo just from how much you and him spent at each other’s places

but like your apartment is now both of your place and it’s like your home is finally complete

your apartment becomes the reunion place for the boys and eunbi

at this point everyone knew you and bin were gonna get married eventually

eunwoo and eunbi: we did that ;)

and that’s how you and your college bf!bin live happily ever after uwu

happy birthday binnie moonbob ♥

1-25-21

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May i request for some headcanons on how riddle,azul,vil and malleus would react to a fem!s/o who’s an insanely good badminton player. Would they support her during her games? Would they attempt to play with? How would they react when she dominates the court against both NRC and RSA has students?💛

I love this request~~~!! 💛 💛 It was fun to write. Pardon me for starting with Malleus

🐲 at first he didn’t understand the hype behind sports, especially badminton. But when you shyly invited Malleus to come cheer for you and give you mental support on your match, he was…overjoyed,

,,Could you, perhaps, if you have time, of course....come to my badminton match?” 

Malleus: *happy invited noises*

🐲 needless to say, he and his Diasomnia squad who tagged along had the front row all to himself. People politely moved away from his intimidating aura. The mere fact that Malleus Draconia came to sport competition shocked absolutely everyone, including Crowley,

🐲 he was awkward at first, not really knowing how he should behave. Malleus is royalty after all and he has a certain image to maintain. But for you, just seeing his gentle smile and feeling his eyes fixated on your form is more than enough to give you mental support,

,,Ufufufu~~ Sebek, mayhap you could show Malleus how cheering looks like?” “Yes, Lilia-sama”

🐲 you had undoubtedly the loudest cheering out of all contestants and to think that it was just one person. Sebek’s screaming woke up Silver who almost had a heart attack, Malleus took mental notes to always bring Sebek with himself on your next matches, while Lilia was wheezing

,,Y/N-SAMA DESTROY THEM. ARAHHHHH YOU GOT IT”

🐲 Lilia is the definition of “You’re doing amazing sweetie” taking multiple pictures of you,

🐲 after a match, practically deaf Malleus came to see and gently took you in his arms, tightly hugging you, as his hands gently caressed your back. He’s softly whispering how good you were, 

,,Malleus I’m sweaty” “You were absolutely amazing, darling” “Malleus-“ “Your skills are truly admirable, you were able to defeat every team. I’m overflowing with proudness” “You’re not listening, right?”

🐲 Malleus wasn’t surprised you had dominated the court and crashed RSA and NRC students. After all, you’re an endearing human who has great badminton skills, 

🐲 Malleus may have hard time trying to express his support for you, but he truly does his best. After each game, he makes sure to tell you how much he loves you, how amazing you were, all that while showering you with gentle kisses,

🐲 after long pestering and Lilia’s interference, Malleus finally agreed to play with you. You soon regretted this, 

🐲 Malleus claimed that he had never tried this game before (which was true) and he asked you to show him some basic moves and practice them with him until he got a grasp of them. He swore he wouldn’t be using any magic for his own benefit (he’s a man of his word)

🐲 you forgot that he’s an ancient fae, whose senses are more sensitive than yours. Malleus is faster and has better reflexes than humans, so after five minutes you were having a hard time keeping up with him, 

,,You’re a fast learner” “Oh, Lilia used to say this to me all the time” “YAH, Malleus play like human”

🐲 Lilia was quick to remind him to tone down his abilities, 

🥀 Riddle is very supportive, he’s your fan number #1. He may not show it in front of everyone, but he’s always cheering for you and crossing his fingers that you will win, 

🥀 your personal hype squad that Riddle always drags with him to your matches is the definition of chaotic support. Cater takes pictures of you while screaming at the top of his lungs “Y/N-CHAN DESTROY THEM” . Ace and Deuce are chanting your name while holding big ass banners of you. Trey is definition of “you’re doing great sweetie” and he has a water bottle as well as healthy snacks prepared for you after the match. Riddle is aggressively clapping and soon he joins the first years,

🥀 you have a celebration tea parties a lot. A LOT. After each match Riddle has always prepared something for you,

🥀 Riddle showers you in compliments after each won game. If you somehow lose one, he’s there with strawberry tarts and fine tea to cheer you up,

🥀 he is beaming with proudness when you win against every team and snatch the first price. He won’t shut up about this for weeks. Literally,

🥀 Riddle lets you train in Heartslabyul gardens. If you need a professional couch or another player, he will gladly arrange that for you. He sometimes watches you practice, admiring your passion and dedication, 

🥀 at first, Riddle was rather reluctant to play badminton with you. You assured him with a playful smile that you would be lenient with him. Surprisingly, Riddle really enjoys your small match and shyly asks you for another round. You happily agree, 

🥀 you both are often seen together playing badminton in Heartslabyul gardens and Cater always coos at how cute you both are,

🥀 pretty sure, Cater runs a fanpage of yours. You always get embarrassed when he floods you with your pictures and shows you how popular your fansite is, 

,,Cater, I suggest you to refrain from making Y/N flustered, otherwise it’s off with your head”

🐙 Azul did his research when you briefly mentioned you’re playing badminton. He watched few videos, read rules of the game and generally familiarised himself with that discipline,

🐙 he’s really supportive, even though he’s not into sports. Azul won’t miss any of your games. Any. 

🐙 expect him to sit in the front row with Leech twins. He may not be shouting and cheering loudly for you as Floyd does, but just a mere glance at this beaming with happiness octopus who clap for you is more than enough,

🐙 when you dominate the court and destroy both NRC and RSA students, he’s extremely proud and doesn’t even hide it. Azul is quick to sweep you off the ground and twirl you around, while pressing kisses all over you and breathing praises in between.

,,Azul, I’m sweaty” “I don’t mind” “Azuuul~~~”

🐙 Azul doesn’t excel at sports so he was more than reluctant to actually play with you. He’s clumsy and since you’re such insanely good player, he can’t help but feel insecure in your presence. Yet, you assure him that you will go easy on him and just teach him some basic moves

,,Come on, I will teach you~!” “I’m rather a busy businessman, angelfish” “I prepared a contract” “A contract, you say?”

🐙 let’s just say, you promised that for each point Azul gains, you would give him a kiss,

🐙 Leech twins will be having the time of their life catching discreet glances from bushes at the two of you trying to play. When they see clumsy Azul desperately trying to score at least one point, while you casually block each of his attacks, they can’t help but burst in laughter

🐙 Azul may say it loud, but he does enjoy those little playing sessions. It’s a nice alternative from his usual routine and may I say, he finds you absolutely stunning when you play,

👑 he’s your hype man#1

👑 you will be the best dressed badminton player ever. Vil likes to make you try multiple tennis skirts, shorts, tops and t-shirts to find the best one. You’re the only female around, so obviously you have to look the best,

👑 you wear designer clothes and Vil is certainly doting on you right before the match, wanting to make sure you would look absolutely stunning in every moment of the game,

,,Vil, don’t apply make-up on me, it will get smeared and I will be sweaty” “Trust me darling, when I apply it, it won’t smear at all”

👑 he was right. You came to the match in impeccable outfit, with flawless, delicate make-up and perfectly styled hairstyle. No one would look better than you,

👑 Rook for sure is taking pictures of you from trees, while Epel is the photograph on the land. Vil has a whole album from your different matches, 

👑 Vil absolutely savors the moment when you dominate the court against RSA and NRC students, especially if Neige is playing too. He’d be like: “everyone, this is MY girlfriend!!”, Let’s just say he will be boasting about your success everywhere, casually bringing this topic, 

👑 Vil is rather organised and after a won match he has everything prepared. Healthy snack to rebuild your energy? checked. Small make-up bag to brush up any eventual imperfections? checked. Some towels so you could sweep off sweat? checked. Water bottle? checked. 

👑 Vil won’t hug you though, not until you take a shower. But he will immediately praises and compliment you, while he’s fixing your hair

,,You did amazing, darling. I enjoyed the look of absolute defeat on Neige’s face when you crushed them” 

👑 Vil knows that you’re the best, but he’s sure you could be even better. There’s always room for improvement, right? He’s in charge of your diet, making sure you’re eating healthy food. Vil even planned your trainings, gets a coach for you and ensures you attend them,

👑 he acts like your stylist, coach, dietician and boyfriend - all in one, 

👑 Vil agreed to play with you, saying it’s a nice break from his usual exercises. After he got a hang of it, it turned out he’s actually pretty good and you’re often seen playing some matches together. Rook always appears out of nowhere and coos that you’re both the most beautiful badminton couple ever,

,,Mon lapin!!! Quelle beauté!!!” “Rook, stop being so close to her!”

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wow. okay. wow. so, 300 followers, huh? 300 people putting up with my bullshit daily <3 srsly, i love all of you guys, and i’m elated that 300 people found my writing good enough to follow me. yeah, i started this blog around two months ago to try and practice my writing and project my love for hp, never thought i would gain a following. i love you all. seriously.

okay, so onto the celebration; as you’ve seen in the header, it’s a music festival! this celebration will revolve around music, since i basically live and breathe it. any genre: classical, r&b, rap, pop, alternative, indie, rock, jazz, even opera! but not country, bc i can’t listen to country to save my life

(also yes i am aware i still have songfics from my 200 follower celebration in my inbox, i'll get to them i promise)

celebration will start today, may 21st and end may 28!

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 - cast your mutuals! give me anything to cast my mutuals as! some examples: cym as music genres, cym as your favorite artists, cym as your favorite rappers, cym as your favorite songs. the list goes on and on!

☄️ - song analysis! give me a song, and i’ll analyze it and tell you what i think the artist was trying to convey in their lyrics! keep in mind i’m not a professional, i simply wanna do this because i like trying to find hidden meaning in songs, it’s what i live for

🔮 - song/artist rating! for the song: give me any song (or two mayhaps) and i’ll rate it from 1 to 10, 1 being not my groove to 10 being i would die for this song. for the artist: same as song, give me any artist (or two) and i’ll shuffle their music and tell you my opinion on them and their music based on the first song that plays!

🧝🏽‍♀️ - moots only! send in this emoji and i’ll make a playlist for you <3

💐 - moots only! send this emoji in and i’ll give you a song that reminds me of you or your blog! <3

and finally...

📀 - songs to listen to...send this emoji in and i’ll give you songs to listen to when you’re (examples) sad, happy, exercising, need hyping up, in love, running in the rain, in the mood to murder someone, you name it!

that’s it! i hope you guys participate because i’m really excited for this <3 again, i love you guys so so much, thank you again for 300 followers mwah!!

tagging some mutuals who i love with my entire heart:

@eunoniaa @myloveforluna @acosmis-t @railmeharrypotter @hpotterwhore @mullthingsoverinthehotwater @hellounicorn @gwlvr @ronbrokemyheart @illiicitarts @krasivayadarling @fredshufflepuff @hey-there-angels @destourtereaux @drachoesimp @meiitanoia @pansyslut @70sweasleys @amourtentiaa @sweeterthansammy @harrysamortentia @dracosquidditch @sultrypotter