#once i got the hang of that i decided to wash my face daily

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[minkkumaz]

FRESH HUGS AND LAUNDRY SHEETS

yungyu was constantly working hard into the night to practice lyrics or come up with something new. because of this, it was hard to make time for things such as laundry. with nothing but a smile on your face, you take care of these tasks for him, being awarded with many cuddles once he gets home!

PAIRING lee yungyu x gn!reader WC 1.1k TAGS tooth - rotting fluff. petnames : baby, cute. no pronouns mentioned. OMI NOTE my baby </3 writing him was a tad difficult but i think i got it.

there were some nights for yungyu that always ran long. ever since their recent debut, he worked tirelessly to write lyrics and practice his rapping. this hard work and dedication was always something you admired the most about him. 

but before he was your boyfriend, he was your closest friend. during the days of bom. you were always there. to comfort him after a difficult evaluation, to clear his mind from a hard dance.

you worked just as hard to make sure he was taken care of and had lots of snacks to eat. sometimes, you’d even show up just so you could be in his presence. 

jaeyun was always grateful for you to look out after him, but you told him not to mention it. managing seven boys wasn’t an easy feat, but with you, yungyu’s mind was always at peace; so jaeyun knew he didn’t have to worry too much.

of course, since yungyu was one of their maknaes, a lot of teasing followed. it was given, yet you didn’t mind all too much.

“ah, you grow up so fast yungyu! now you won’t rely on your hyungs anymore…” minho teased, seeing the two of you sat in the corner of the dance room together one day.

“hyung!” yungyu laughed nervously, “go bother seungheon, i bet he’s on call with that person he likes right now.”

minho smiled fondly, leaving you guys to go mess with seungheon before leaving back to the dorms.

everyone was so sweet to you, and it truly felt like you were welcomed into their little family. and this night was no different.

you had stopped by when the sun slowly began to disappear. the moonlight was soon overtaking the dark blue sky. after fidgeting with your spare key to their dorms, you came inside and took off your shoes to put them on the rack by the door.

“y/n, hi!” yoonsung greeted you from the couch as soon as you entered.

“hi hi! what’s up? where is everyone right now?” you questioned, plopping down on the couch next to him.

“i was just catching up on a kdrama! haemin is in his room doing whatever he’s doing and jaeyun and minho just left to pick up takeout.” 

“do you know when yungyu will be back tonight?” you tilt your head with curiosity.

“you guys are so adorable, but honestly i’m not sure. him and seungheon were out late last night as well.” he frowns holding a joking hand up to squeeze his heart. “my best guess is three hours.”

“they work too hard for their own good. i’m going to go hang out in yungyu’s room then okay?” you told him, earning a thumbs up before he unpasued his show. 

when you opened the closed door to him and seungheons shared room, you let out the longest sigh imaginable. there were piles of laundry everywhere on yungyu’s side, which ultimately decided what you were going to be doing for the next three hours.

being an idol makes it difficult to do daily (and necessary) tasks to maintain a clean environment, so you did understand. and in all honesty, you didn’t care at all. you loved taking care of yungyu. it was almost like an award everytime he came home to see you and kiss all over your face.

with that, you made yourself busy organizing the different colors of his clothes, making separate piles on the floor. you carried the heavy load to the washing machine, accidentally letting a few socks slip by your grasp as you throw it in. 

you flip the cap up on the detergent to pour it in, letting the citrus smell engulf you. as you continued doing so, making sure all of his clothes get an equal cleaning, you waited patiently in the laundry room for things to finish.

it didn’t take too long for you to transfer the wet load into a dryer with a sheet that would ensure a nice scent. you became very jumpy and excited because you love the warmth of fresh laundry. very easy to fall asleep in.

while you waited, you went back into the room to pick up a few things lying on the floor and change into one of yungyu’s shirts. he loved when you wore his clothes, and you loved the flustered reaction it got out of him. 

making your way back, you take the load and quickly fold everything to put away nicely. you also set out an outfit for him to wear for the next day. once you felt satisfied, you fall onto his bunk with a cozy blanket that just came out of the dryer. 

time passed quickly in the comfort of his bed, that you didn’t even notice when he came home. your head registered voices, but not his.

when yungyu saw you passed out in his questionably clean room, he smiled brightly. leaning on his knees at your side, he shook to wake you up. your barely audible babbles and his clothes hanging off your shoulder made him melt. “baby you look so cute, did you do all of this for me?” he cooed, moving your hair out of your face to kiss your cheek.

“of course..” you mumbled, “i cleaned up while i waited for you, did yoonsung tell you i was going to be here?”

“thank you baby, it really does mean a lot to me. hyung was asleep on the couch when i got home. i just went straight to the bathroom to shower anyways.”

you hummed softly, opening grabby hands for him to embrace you. he climbed next to you, letting your figure get comfy against his.

“have you eaten anything?” he asks, hugging you close. “i ate a bit earlier, wasn’t very hungry.” you whispered against his chest, the feeling of it rising up and down lulling you to sleep again.

“that’s good. seungheon and i worked on a lot tonight so we’ll probably take a day off tomorrow after morning practice.” he told you, rubbing the sides of your arm. “do you want to come with us to the studio?”

“mhm i will.” you close your eyes, leaning into him.

“okay baby, you can go to sleep now.” he plants a kiss on your pouty lips, still a bit blushy from the warmth.

you were always glad to do acts of service for yungyu, he worked so hard, and most definitely deserved it. as you squeeze your body against him, you become familiar with the scent of his body wash still clinging against his freshly washed skin. 

his hands interlock with yours, and you feel happy to be held by him in the comfort of fuzzy blankets that embody citrus laundry sheets.

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Here's an idea, reader is able to go to and from the welcome home world at will. R (reader) does this daily around the same time each time or at least checks in if R is short on time, they are also sure to let the WH crew know if they'll be gone for a X amount of days.

Well a day goes by where R doesn't visit or check in, one day turns into a week before R returns with gifts for everyone. Turns out R got really sick and then bought/made apology gifts for everyone and even cleared their whole schedule so they could all hang out for a few days.

How would the crew react?

Welcome Home x Reader - Make-Up Presents

Hi! Thank you for the request. This is a really nice idea! I'd love to be able to travel freely between my favourite fictional worlds. That'd be so fun. I wonder how time differs between the world of Home and our world.

Words: 563

Type: Headcanons, platonic

Tw: None

Wally was more worried about you. He appreciates the gift, especially if it's something crafty or handmade, but in the end, he wants to make sure you're okay. He takes your hands in his (ignoring the possible germs) and looks into your eyes. Only this time it's not exuding a creepy aura - it's concern. You quell his worries, and he turns his attention back to thanking you for the gift.

Julie is also worried about you, though not as much as Wally. As in, she can still focus on the gift and thank you for it first. Once she gets reassurance that you're okay, she asks you lots of questions about the gift you brought her. If it's something unfamiliar, say an old smartphone, she asks you so, so many questions.

Sally assured herself that you're fine, so she doesn't really worry about that. She sort of just takes the gift, acknowledges it, and moves on. She appreciates it, of course! It's just that there's so much to do and so many rehearsals you've missed and you simply must catch up! It's crucial!

Frank needs to be sure you're not sick anymore. Not only is he concerned for you as a friend, but when it comes to situations like these he's pretty cautious about germs. Yes, he's not afraid to get a little dirt on him when looking for bugs, but sicknesses are not something he wants. Other than that, he's very thankful for the gift. He decides to study it, of course.

Eddie asks lots of 'are you okay?'s and 'are you sure?'s. He trusts your reassurance and gets over it quickly, though. Still follows you around to make sure you're okay, however. After that, he asks you to take him through a step-by-step process of how the gift was made (if it was hand-made). Otherwise, he's very thankful.

Howdy doesn't ask lots of questions about your health. Like Sally, he trusts you enough to know you wouldn't come in and get them sick. Still, he offers you a special recovery discount on things like hot water bottles and blankets. As for the gift, he's really taken aback. But he offers a charming smile and a promise to keep it in the front window. But it will never be for sale; it's too precious!

Barnaby asks if you're okay once, tells you that you are always welcome because "a dog can survive anything except chocolate", and then focuses on the gift. He knows once a gift is his he's free to do with it as he'd like, so the two of you decide to perhaps paint it or draw on it. Unless it's something really special like a card, then it stays as it is.

Note: cards count as something special that cannot be touched. The Mona Lisa does not.

Poppy instantly frets over your health. I mean, what did you expect, really? She takes your face between her soft feathers and looks you over for any signs of illness. One shade too off colour and she's getting the medicine! But once you present her with the gift, he worries are washed away. She takes it tenderly in her hands and looks it over, scared of breaking it (her wings are shaky, after all). Gives you a hug before worrying she's crushing you. Then hugs you again - softer, this time.

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The Imperfection of Sound

In a world of sound, reader is deaf. Until she meets Ran Haitani, who shows her that life is more than just hoping for a miracle.

Pair: Ran x Reader

Warnings: Mature Content, Inappropriate Moments and Adult Language. (if you’re under 18, you can’t read this).

Author’s Note: Great news! So I’m going to expand on this series with 2 more chapters! Yay! It’s a very long chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

(Please report if someone decides to steal/plagiarize my story. And notify me. Thank you.)

Chapter 6: I Dream of You

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He must’ve been dreaming.

Surely he must’ve.

After all, all he had ever done is eat, watch, shower and sleep. And a little bit of seven-minute cleaning the apartment—not counting Rindou’s space and the DJ equipment. Most of the time, throughout the day, he constantly thinking—and dreaming—about you, a kind and gentle soul with an enigmatic aura shrouded with alluring mystery all at once.

His nights were lonesome, but his dreams are filled with vibrancy with you, sprouting like flower on a chilled winter.

The day before Rindou went out, Ran is entirely decent, apart from his internal conflict. Ran kept moping until a moment of idea came to mind. Ran went up, until he earned a cough and a high-aching fever and a sore body from hanging out too much by the wide-range balcony beyond his bedroom. To think a cold wind and a warm daylight would bring him as a new distraction, failure befall upon him.

He wanted to make amends with you. He’d do anything to see you smile once again.

Days before he got sick, his research on the internet from the usage of his laptop is helpful and beyond complexity.

Rather, he’s astonished, immersed at the laptop screen.

Learning sign language. In Japanese, of course. When he was a child, Ran wanted to become a well-known celebrity. And being a well-known celebrity, with its status means having unlimited access to medical and daily affairs and materials with no problem—with fortune and famous, throwing money and well-made name to solve conflict is not an issue. Dreaming of having—hiring—a translator is one of them.

But, at one point, he noticed the pattern of his laziness, despite the his known reputation for the club and his status at the Roppongi’s high-end lifestyle. That is something to say he’s content the way it is. But not without your presence.

And so he practiced, for more than 2 hours, from learning in beginner’s mode, then slowly moving forward to the normal mode. He kept watching videos regarding on sign language. With a fresh mind, it’s easy for Ran. But now he’s sick, he has to tend to himself first.

Regardless of sickness, on a counting days before the battle with Tokyo Manji Gang, he yearned to get well. A little more hope would do the trick. Ran is so occupied, his realization hadn’t dawned upon him when he awoke the next day to find someone on the bed beside him.

You.

Pouted lips formed onto your sleeping visage, soft-angled brows crinkled and breathing relaxed.

If he were to scream, you’d fall from his bedside after his shocking reaction. But thankfully, nothing happened. His eyes taking it all in into your beauty, one thing he couldn’t deny.

You’re here in the flesh.

This wasn’t an illusion.

Or a dream within dreams.

This is real.

The bold and rich make up on your face weren’t smudged or stained onto his pillows and blanket.

Though he didn’t mind. Sheets and pillowcases are meant for washing, not decorating them until neglected. Unless if it’s permanently stained like red wine or pomegranate, it’s something that folks had to pay for him if they tend to stain it on purpose. But since it’s you, he wouldn’t demand or hurt you from scolding from his wrath that he was trying to hide from you. Up until now, he didn’t tell you he’s part of the gang—a new one, in fact.

So separating you—a part of his personal life—from Tenjiku would be best.

But he desired for you to be in his world. And him in yours.

He lay back on his bed beside you as his eyes were taking it all in from your sleeping figure. Before his hand could reach the blankets, he studied your stilled body, clad in nothing but the black dress and long evening gloves. Lines of your collar bone softly outlined as the soft arch on your neck is occupied by choker.

Breathtaking.

Normally, he’d compliment for the heck of it. He did it, so he could watch girls throw themselves at him, seeing their reactions amuses him. But when it comes to things that took him by surprise, he save compliments for anything special.

Make up or not, the memory of you never faded into his mind.

Gently, his hand roamed over to the side of your waist, lining it down with his gentle caress, along the soft and velvet material of your outfit choice, then trailing to your exposed skin.

Smooth and rejuvenated.

His eyes glanced over to your peaceful visage.

Angelic.

Upon Ran, a reddened shade summoned over his cheeks, recalling of the last dream he had dreamt, and vividly saw (y/n), naked and horny before his eyes.

As much as he wanted to touch you, he couldn’t bear the nature of playful boy get in the way; he didn’t want to put you in harm’s way. You appearing before him meant one thing: the opportunity has given him one last chance before it closes once more—locked forever.

Unsure, Ran let his grasp go from you, and yanked the blankets slowly. As the blanket reached near to his chest, he heard you whimpered in your sleep.

His heart stopped at the sound of your voice.

Trying to remain calm, Ran slept next to you, watching your shifted to a comfortable position as your mouth opened as if you’re talking. But no noise produced.

A little noise you made while stretching your arms up with your eyes closed made Ran’s heart skipped a beat. It was undeniably loud for his ears.

Prolonging his gaze, it’d be a terrible lie if he said that he wants to stop admiring you.

The frantic beat and motion within Ran dissipated, and yet, he wondered what you’re really reckoning, regarding towards himself. Whether it’d be good or bad, he’s ready.

Whether his hands to take a hold of you, he wanted to do so, but frightened he might lose one last chance.

Confession.

He has to be ready.

“(y/n),” he uttered, whispering as he felt his heart tightened. “You’re here.”

You’re really here.

His heart is jumping for joy yet terror, unknown of what the outcome is going to be if he keeps pressing onward. Going with the flow is the main option.

Your eyes fluttered open, your lips stretched to a wide yawn, arms high up, bones crackling. Eyes still closed as you sat up at the bed frame before opening them, seeing Ran watching her, his movement numbed with anxiety, yet a thrill spread—mingled.

Ran, you thought.

As your mouth opened and your limbs relaxed, Ran tackled you into a lock-tight hug.

His nose sniffed into your fresh-cut hairstyle you’ve adapted to. But his heart wrenched, the tears in his terrorized eyes dispersed into a one leap of relief. He hasn’t been relief this long since Rindou gotten himself injured or in danger.

With his alarming senses controlling, Ran doesn’t know what to do next. Hands shaken as he clutched you. He didn’t want to let go. Not this time.

He wanted to make things right.

He had to see your face.

Pulling himself back, there were tears in your eyes as you met his. This mystical feeling, it all spiraled into madness.

Ran watched you grabbing your new phone and typed and sent the message, then you unblocked him and changed his name back from “Roppongi’s Douchebag” to “Handsome Giant 💜” again.

Ran’s phone buzzed in his pocket and took it out, reading it.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back. :)”

“Where are you going,” he replied on the text.

“Secret.”

Then you rushed, off to God knows where. Ran obliged, despite being curious. While waiting for you to be back, Ran turned on the music, classical music, which it has been a while since his music is frequently loud and energetic. He went for a hot shower, first, then dried himself up with new fresh-laundry clothes. His complexion relaxed compare to the days before, as he did steps to his usual self-care on his skin, lips and teeth. He stayed for a while until his nostrils caught a scent of breakfast meal, closer than in the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, he saw you blowing the hot steam off of the ramen you cooked on the cooking pot. But it wasn’t the only thing he had for breakfast. There’s french toast with melted butter and syrup with tall mug of cold water and chocolate with marshmallows.

Remembering your hearing disability, he flicked the kitchen lights off and on to get your attention. Your head snapped to meet his eyes.

The rapid rate in his heart pounded and endless.

You approached him a smile and a note in your hand, distributing towards him, and watched him read your note.

Come on. Let’s eat.

Shortly, you and Ran ate the ramen. It was delicious, better than the ones he tasted in the restaurant. Ran guessed that the food is better if its homemade. Then drinking the chocolate drink you made, Ran instantly fell in love, and thanked you.

After putting the plates away, you and Ran cleaned the dishes, then went back inside the room. By then you handed him papers in your hand.

I hope you don’t mind me making tons and tons of breakfast meals since it looks like you haven’t eaten anything properly for days, and I’m aware that you’ve been ill, as well. I made you ramen so that the system in your body would flush out its excess. I hope you don’t mind me being here. Rindou isn’t here. He hasn’t been here since last night, told me to do what I like in the apartment, so, I came into your room. I’m sorry I misunderstood you. I’m just afraid that I’ll get in your way. You’re a handsome man, and ladies are lining up left and right for you, I knew I couldn’t stand a chance—that’s why I didn’t bother myself to text you or see you. I was only keeping an arm’s length because you’re too good for me. And when we played the two truths and a lie, when you said that you have your eyes and heart set on someone, I know it’s going to sting—didn’t contact you because I’m not the ideal type for you. But it hurt even more when I saw you and the girl—Rindou already filled me in with your side of the story. That girl shouldn’t have used you as a rebound. Even though I have a hearing disability, I still want to make meaningful memories and accomplishments, so I wouldn’t be a burden, and that I’m more than just a person who is incapable based on my disability. There are times where I see you in my dreams, it felt real, but the reality of dreams just as hurt me as much as it hurts me during awake. I want to know what your voice sounds like, emotions and music—everything. That is my first wish ever since I was born. I want you to know that my heart and mind aches for you, whether awake or sleep; I’m no good at communication, but I’d like to remedy it, for the times we wasted for months, for months that I avoided you. I just want you to know that I love you. And I still do.

Ran looked up from the long letters you gave him, and met your eyes.

But without given his thoughts out, you pulled him into an embrace. Not a word exchange.

Ran then pulled himself away to gaze at your tearful expression. His thumb swiped your tears—and thankfully you’re able to read his lips—still gazing at you with a sad smile.

“I’m not a good person, (y/n), what I am and what I’ve been doing were no good. It wasn’t a lie when I said that I love you since the moment we met. I wanted to get to know you and see you. I fear every time you didn’t come, I knew something was wrong. So I tried to be careful, to not hurt you. I learned sign language, so you don’t feel isolated. In my dreams, I see you, too. When you turned away from me, I knew that I wanted to make things right with you. You don’t have to wait for a miracle, (y/n), I’m here to rescue you, in hopes for you to be excited for everything in life, and I can show you all the things you desire. I can protect you and care for you, even when you don’t ask. I don’t want you to be lonely anymore. I still love you, then, and I still love you now. I’ll be the sound of your life. You’re the miracle of my life, (y/n).”

Tears couldn’t stop in your eyes. And Ran kept wiping them, cooing you, knowing that whispering sweet words to you meant nothing—your hearing disability has deprived you from everything. But with Ran, it seems like everything is possible, that every doors are open for you. After wandering into the dark, the light became brighter and warmer.

His hand snaked at the back of your head. His back bent forward, tips of his nose tapped to yours, as his violet eyes brightened, thanks to your sudden appearance.

“I love you, (y/n).” He kissed your forehead, then your eyelids, then the nose and cheeks. He stopped for a moment to ask, “can I kiss you?”

Before he could wait for your answer, you pulled him in, then your hands moved and entangled behind his neck, with your little hums, he’s awestruck.

Where does your boldness come from?

His hands rested on your waist, holding you.

Do you like me like this? Ran, you only say your confession because you love me looking like this.

Ran’s brows furrowed, pausing. “What’s wrong, my little goddess?”

You typed down your message onto your phone, sending it to him?

With his hand on your waist, he checked your message.

Do you like me like this? Is that why you easily confessed your love to me?

With his phone put a quick shove into his pocket, he embraced you again, then looking into your eyes. “No, I don’t love you because you look like this. I love you when you’re being as your true self. I knew that there’s something special about you,” he answered. “Self-conscious or not, I’m still amazed by you. I’m not going to lie if I said you don’t look beautiful. I hope one day, you can see the way I love you—inside and out. Don’t listen to your doubts, I’ll be here, now and always.”

Your smile slowly curved wider.

Cute.

“Tell me, my little goddess, what do you want to do to gain your trust?”

“Be yourself,” you messaged. “I want to see your charm and playful side of yourself. Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“I don’t want to hurt you or make you cry,” Ran said.

“I trust you,” you signed.

“I’ll be as myself,” Ran signed. “Something you’ll see. I hope you see the best side of me, not my worst.”

Your eyes widened at the attempted sign language Ran did, your heart melted at his effort.

“Even at your worst, I still love you,” you replied.

He kissed your cheek lovingly.

“Tell me, little lady, since you’re here at my kingdom, what do you want to do first?” He kept kissing you at every chance he gets after the deprived and absences of your touch.

Being able to somewhat read his words—which you thought it’s a sign of miracle.

You messaged on the phone with a smirk on your face.

Ran took it out, and his phone nearly slipped from his hands when the screen read:

I want you to fuck me.

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hello my lauvv 😚 i came here to request maybe extroverted characters of your choice with an introverted reader 👀

HELLURRR MY DARLINGGGG, I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS😏😂

You said character(s) so I took it upon myself to write two prompts for you with Eijiro Kirishima and Satoru Gojo because I know you love those two in particular😌

This took me like a whole week to write because I wanted to makes sure I gave you the best I could, however I’m finally done now, so here you go, enjoyyyy☺️

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Masterlist

Title : Social Battery

Pairing : Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary : Just some introverted x extroverted scenarios for my Bestie🤍

Word count : For Kirishima’s - 1,600 words / For Gojo’s - 2,200 words / Both - 3,900 words

Warnings : For Kirishima’s - Mainly fluff, some angst. / For Gojo’s - Some angst, this one is a little more “spicy”, has some implied stuff at the end but that’s it.

Author’s notes : Reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Eijiro Kirishima -

“Hey Kiri?” Your head poked through the bathroom door, watching your husband thoroughly brushing his teeth at the counter.

“Hmm?” He hummed in response, not able to speak due to the toothpaste flooding his mouth.

“Should I wear something fancy or something more casual?” You asked curiously, unsure of how to dress since important information such as what you’d be doing had been hidden from you.

He giggled, spitting the last of his toothpaste into the sink before washing off his toothbrush and glancing back at you. “Either one! What about your nice red dress?” His eyes brightened, excitement flowing through him as he thought about seeing you in it.

“Alrighty I’ll wear that one then,” You laughed, a smile curving at your lips from the way he was acting. “Although it would be nice to know where we were actually going ya know?” You explained, trying once again to find out any possible hints you could.

“Sorry pebble,” He smiled, “you won’t get me to tell you that easily.”

“Fine.” You sighed in defeat, watching him wipe his face with a towel before hanging it nicely back on the rack. “I guess I’ll go get ready if you really don’t wanna tell me. ” You retreated back into the bedroom, hearing him chuckle at your nonstop attempts to get him to spill his secret.

“Be ready in 30 minutes please!” He shouted from the bathroom, earning a loud “I will” in return.

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For the past few weeks, ever since Eijiro got his new promotion at work, your daily schedules had drastically changed. Because of his new patrol hours, he wasn’t able to be home as often as he usually was, which resulted in the two of you not being able to spend much time together. It wasn’t exactly the most enjoyable arrangement, however you both agreed it was for the best, especially considering how many more opportunities his promotion gave him.

Even though you both talked it over and decided he should take the job, your husband still always hated having to come home so late, even more so when he would find you asleep on the couch after attempting to wait up for him.

It had been a while since the two of you were able to spend any quality time together besides rushed greetings and goodbyes, and after finding your singular dinner plate in the sink for the third time this week, he quickly decided enough was enough.

His decision soon led to him coming home a whole three hours early, surprising you just before you were preparing to make dinner for yourself and telling you he was going to take you out on a surprise date. Before you could even respond he told you there was no getting out of it, as if you’d ever even think about skipping out on a date with him anyways. However when you asked where you’d be going he refused to tell you, claiming he had set everything up to be a surprise for you.

So here you were now, getting dressed and ready for a date that you’d been left completely clueless on what to expect.

Considering how he told you that dressing fancy would be okay, you figured putting on a little extra makeup was suitable for this particular date. However what you didn’t expect was the look of pure admiration you found in your husband’s eyes once you came to tell him you finished getting ready.

“Y-you look so beautiful..” He stuttered, his lips parting from the shock of witnessing you before him.

Maybe it was because the two of you had barely seen each other in the past few weeks, or maybe it was just because of the way that dress complimented your figure all too well. Either way, Kirishima seemed like he was about ready to fall over, swearing you appeared even more beautiful now than you did the first moment he met you.

A light shade of pink appeared across your cheeks when he continued his staring. “Thank you.” You answered with a flattered tone, “So um, can you tell me where we’re going now?” You spoke, changing the topic to divert his attention away from the blush surging under your cheeks.

“Oh yeah-“ He quickly snapped out of his trance, repositioning his posture and fixing his tie before finally explaining. “Well you know that local restaurant near the edge of town? They’re having this big event tonight for couples. There’s gonna be a bunch of dancing and this big auction dinner! I think they’ll even be letting us do karaoke too! A lot of my co-workers are going there tonight so I figured we could go try it out together!”

“Oh..” An unsettling feeling drooped in your stomach when you heard his plans for the night.

Karaoke? Live dancing? Nothing was wrong with those things themselves, you actually were quite good at dancing and enjoyed it. However, thinking about doing it in front of strangers? Especially if some of those strangers would be your husband’s co-workers? The very thought twisted your insides into a harsh knot.

Not only were you scared of meeting new people in general, but when some of those people were important figures in your husband’s life, it didn’t necessarily make you feel less uneasy about socializing.

You knew you’d be too preoccupied with trying to appear professional or say the right thing that you wouldn’t even be able to enjoy the date itself, however there wasn’t any reasonable excuse you could give as to why you shouldn’t go.

You were at a loss on what to do. Surely you couldn’t turn your own husband down on his plans, the smile on his face itself told you that much. However you would’ve preferred a quiet dinner instead, maybe one where you didn’t have to worry about whether or not you’d embarrass yourself in front of others. One that consisted of only you and the man you loved.

But how were you supposed to tell him that?

You knew he was excited about taking you, and in all honesty you were excited to spend time with him… just not there

The date itself sounded fun, however adding that tiny little element of being surrounded by other people made it all that much less appealing to you. If you went, you knew there’d no doubt be an ever present sense of anxiety that’d last the entire night, ruining your ability to enjoy yourself with so many people staring you down.

But how could you possibly decline his offer like that?

“Y/n?”

Eijiro’s voice entered the air, making you realize you’d been so caught up in your thoughts that you’d forgotten to give him an answer.

“What’s wrong? Does that not sound good to you?” He asked, fragments of concern fusing with his tone of voice.

On instinct you spoke up, not wanting to make him feel like you hated his idea. “No no it’s not that I just-“ However you quickly paused before finishing.

You didn’t want to lie and say you couldn’t be happier about going when that wasn’t how you really felt. However you didn’t want to upset him either.

You didn’t know what to do. It felt like a loss no matter which way you chose.

Would it be selfish of you to ask to do something else instead? Would you ruin the night he worked hard to plan for you?

Your eyes quickly welled up with tears. Maybe he should’ve just stayed at work instead of coming home early, then you wouldn’t have to disappoint him like this...

“Darling are you okay??” Your husband quickly rushed to your side after noticing your saddened expression, his hands reaching up to cup your face as he spoke. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

This was it, this was your chance to tell him the truth. You should take it shouldn’t you?

A soft gulp jerked at your throat, your trembling lips parting to tell him how you really felt. “I wanna go, but I’m just nervous about being around so many people, I’m sorry Eiji.” Your voice cracked, the first tear finally slipping down your cheek as your eyes met with his.

“Oh y/n..” His arms quickly snuck around your figure, pulling you close to rest against his chest. “You don’t have to be sorry, it was just a suggestion alright?” He explained, gently running his fingers through your hair to reassure you. “I’m fine with doing something else if that’s what you want.”

What did you ever do to deserve this man? You just turned down his date night plans and here he was, acting just as gentle and loving as always.

“Are you sure?” You asked, your face still hiding against his chest.

He quickly stepped back, pulling you away from him so he could look you in the eyes. “Yes I’m sure. I don’t care what we do, I just want us to spend time together alright?” He explained, placing his hand against your cheek once more to wipe away the remaining tears.

A sigh of relief fell past your lips, leaning forward to hug him again after hearing his words. “Thank you.” Your voice cracked, your grip around him growing tighter.

“Did you really think I’d be mad at you?” He asked with a chuckle, almost as if he was in disbelief.

“Maybe…”

His eyes widened at your confession, feeling guilty to hear you were afraid to tell him how you felt “Aww y/n..” He captured you in his arms, pulling you close enough to dissolve every gap between you both. “I would never get mad at that, I promise. Why don’t we go out to dinner instead? Does that sound better?”

Your hands retracted from their place across his back, glancing up at him before speaking. “Yeah I’d like that.”

“Alright then, thank you for telling me.” He smiled, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against forehead. “I’ll go make us a reservation.”

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An exhausted sigh quickly escaped your lips as you opened the front door, tossing your keys on the side table and placing your bag onto the floor.

Work could always be pretty trying at times, however today was especially exhausting. People were rude, the place was busier than normal, and everything seemed to be piling up. All of it drained you of your energy, resulting in you immediately flopping down onto the couch the moment you got home.

“Finally.” you mumbled to yourself as you leaned back against the cushion, closing your eyes to finally relax.

After the stressful day you’ve had, the only thing you wanted to do was to rest in complete silence, taking some time to unwind. However, unfortunately, that doesn’t always happen, especially when you’re married to Satoru Gojo…

“Babe!!” A loud voice comes booming from upstairs, along with the sound of footsteps sprinting across the floor. “Babe I totally forgot! I have a work party we have to go to!” His body quickly rushed into the living room, stopping in front of the couch you were sitting on.

Your eyes opened to find his presence standing before you, his face plastered with a frantic expression. “We?” You groaned, realizing he was implying that you had to go as well.

“Yeah it starts in an hour, now hurry and go get dressed so we’re not late!” His words sounded more like a forceful demand. However you knew he wasn’t meaning to be rude, just stressed to make it to his event on time.

Normally you didn’t mind going to events like that, it wasn’t necessarily your thing of course but you knew it was important to him so you usually just sucked it up and went.

However tonight was different. Tonight you had absolutely no desire to do anything but rest after the events of your workday. To say you were exhausted was an understatement, your eyes felt like they were practically shutting on their own as you laid against the couch.

“Do I have to go this time Toru? I’m really tired.” You sighed, hoping he’d understand you weren’t just trying to get out of going.

“But I’d be bored if you didn’t come.” He pouted, his crystal eyes sparkling with innocence.

“Then why don’t we both stay here?” You suggested, praying he would take you up on your offer.

However despite your protests, Satoru quickly crawled onto the couch, situating himself in the spot next to you.

“What’re you doing now?” You groaned, recognizing that mischievous gleam in his eyes before he started leaning forward.

“Persuading you.” A smirk stretched across his features as his body moved closer to yours. His hand settled along the back of your head while his lips quickly fell to your neck, planting small kisses along your skin.

You knew he was only doing this to convince you to go, but after such a long day, you couldn’t help but melt into his touch. The way his lips softly traveled around your neck felt like that final moment of relaxation you had been longing for. He was so gentle with it, so persuasive. A soft exhale escaped your lips when he traveled down to your collarbone, leaving tender kisses there as well.

He could tell how much you were enjoying it, and you hated that. He always knew exactly how to convince you into things and you cursed yourself for being so easy to please.

After leaving a few more gentle pecks along your skin his lips quickly halted their movement, pulling away from your body and allowing his beautiful eyes to stare back at you.

A quiet pout painted across your face when he stopped his previous actions, leaving you slightly annoyed that he didn’t keep it up for as long as you’d hoped he would.

“Now y/n, if you want more of that later you’ll have to go to the event with me.” He taunted, placing his finger under your chin and lifting your head to look at him better. “I’ll consider it your payment for going. So what d’ya say huh?” A troublesome smirk stretched across his lips after he spoke, proud to know he’d given you an offer you’d have a hard time declining.

Usually this is the part where you would’ve put up a fight, refusing to let him get his way so easily. However with the exhaustion festering inside your body, you simply didn’t have the strength to try and resist him tonight. Besides, you wouldn’t have dared say it out loud, but that “payment” he was bribing you with sounded all too good to let slip away. Better to just save yourself the energy and give in, right?

“Fine, I’ll go.” You rolled your eyes, slowly moving to lift yourself from the couch.

“Thank you!!” He cheered like a little kid, placing one last kiss to your cheek before pushing you upstairs as he yelled “Now cmon we’re gonna be late!”

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You had to rush a little bit while getting ready, since your husband decided to remember the whole thing at the last minute. However you still managed to pull together a suitable outfit for the occasion, one that you caught Satoru making eyes at throughout the night.

It actually wasn’t too bad when you first got there. Sure the large crowds of people made you a bit nervous, but as long as you had Satoru with you then you were fine. You mainly stuck to his side as the night went on, keeping your arm linked with his and allowing him to do the talking of any conversations people started with the two of you.

Of course there was the occasional “I’m good, how are you?” and other questions that limited conversations to only a few words, but besides that, you didn’t necessarily speak up that often.

As expected, your husband didn’t seem to mind that you left all the talking to him. He couldn’t go one second without making conversation with someone, eager to show you off to each and every one of his co-workers.

All of them seemed to appear so welcoming, greeting you with a warm expression and complimenting you excessively throughout the night.

In return you offered a friendly smile and a polite nod, however there were many times you had to result to using your words after realizing they were expecting a longer response to all of their questions.

You tried your best to remain genuine, however as the event started to drag on for another hour, you could feel your body growing even more drained by the minute. Your social battery was emptying quickly and there was nothing you could do to reverse it, no outlet to charge it back up again. Because of it, your responses quickly became shorter, some not even longer than five words. Your voice seemed to quiet down as well, the tone sounding more annoyed instead of simply tired.

Despite your efforts to avoid it, people quickly were put off by your actions, assuming your lack of speaking was due to a product of rudeness on your part. Or there was also the possibility lingering in their minds that Satoru had gossiped about them to you, probably telling you all these terrible things about them which resulted in you now depriving them of respect. You probably thought so highly of yourself didn’t you? That’s why you insisted on refusing to talk to them, right?

That’s what they assumed, when in reality that just wasn’t the case…

You already aren’t much of a people person in general, but that trait becomes especially heightened when you’re tired.

It’s not like you were intentionally ignoring them, you just aren’t much of a conversationalist anyways and meeting new people made you a little uneasy sometimes.

However they just couldn’t see that without you having to spell it out..

“Is it just me or was Satoru’s wife ignoring us?”

“She said like two things then didn’t speak for the rest of the time.”

“She honestly looks like she doesn’t wanna be here.”

“Maybe she doesn’t. She’s barely said anything to anyone but her husband.”

Despite their attempts to whisper, you heard every one of their conversations, and all of them consisted of the same topic… you.

The last thing you wanted was to even go to this party in the first place, but you went anyway to support you husband. However now, instead of realizing the fact that you were simply just tired, others seemed to silently accuse you of being impolite towards them.

You just couldn’t take it anymore. The nervousness of meeting new people combined with the aching exhaustion traveling throughout your body, and now the false accusations people were happy to come up with soon became all too overwhelming.

What you needed was to get away immediately, to take a break from this uncomfortable environment you’d found yourself in.

“Satoru?” You spoke quietly, tugging at the edge of his sleeve to get his attention.

His eyes quickly met yours, head tilting downwards to glimpse you staring up at him. “Yes, love?”

“Can we go home please?”

At first he thought you were just messing with him, maybe even trying to get him to leave so you could receive that “payment” he promised you earlier if you came with him. However when his eyes settled upon you, examining the anxious expression painted across your face, he quickly realized you were serious.

“Did someone upset you?” He immediately asked, urgency lacing with his tone as he prepared himself to deal with anyone who had bad mouthed you.

“I just wanna go home.” You repeated, eyes filling with a desperate plea in hopes that he would cooperate.

He could obviously tell something was wrong, but he didn’t quite realize what it was until he caught that familiar sense of fatigue surrounding your eyes. Your body was shaking as it clung to his arm, your face showing evident signs of exhaustion as well.

That’s when he understood what he’d done… how he might’ve gone too far when he’d tried to force you to show up to his event despite the clear signs that you were too overworked to do so.

A wave of guilt quickly washed over him as he witnessed the state you were in… and how he was the one who caused it.

“Of course, let’s go.” He reached his hand to find yours, squeezing it reassuringly before heading towards the doorway.

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After the both of you had left, Satoru spent the entire car ride home apologizing for making you go to his event. He even kept it up when you walked through the doorway, repeating his sincerest apologies again and again in case it wasn’t enough for you the first time.

“Satoru… you don’t have to keep apologizing I said it’s fine.” You turned around to face him after walking through the front door.

“I know, but I just feel bad for forcing you.” He confessed for the millionth time, his tone sounding just as guilty as when he said it the first time.

A soft sigh escaped your lips at his words. Here he was, making a big deal out of it when you already explained to him that you’re fine. Yes you were tired and he made you go, but you’re home now so what does it matter? Your only goal in asking him to leave was simply to get away from all those people, not to make him feel guilty.

You just didn’t have the energy to be social at the time, that’s all, however he seems to think otherwise. That look in your eyes when you asked him to take you home must’ve been all too painful for him to witness, causing him to think you were angry with him instead of simply wanting to leave.

“I already said I forgive you alright?” Your tone was gentle, your hand stretching to rest against his cheek as you spoke. “Let’s just put it behind us okay?” You offered him a soft smile, feeling the warmth of his skin simmering under your fingers.

“Okay..” He responded, although still maintaining that guilty expression across his face despite his agreement to move on.

You quickly rolled your eyes at his stubbornness. You already told him around five hundred times that you had forgiven him, but here he was still pouting like a baby about it.

You knew he wasn’t gonna let it go, that you’d have to end his suffering by changing the subject, so to put him out of his misery you quickly decided to take action. Your body suddenly moved closer to his, allowing your hands to settle against his chest and slowly making your way to his collar.

His face suddenly softened at your actions, silently watching as you undid every last one of the buttons on his shirt. After your work was finished, you eagerly reached up to his shoulders, pulling the fabric off his body entirely to reveal his mesmerizing figure underneath.

“What’re you doing?” He raised an eyebrow at you, not stopping you of course but still curious to know your intentions.

Before giving him a straight answer, you placed your lips against his, giving him a soft peck on the lips before responding with..

“I think it’s about time for my “payment” don’t you think?”

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY LOVEEEE😌🤍

Masterlist

[pbandjesse]

I took a sick day today. Which u do not like doing at all!!! But I felt so bad and needed to just be alone and rest. And thankfully I am feeling a lot better. Like I think if I had done more today I wouldn't feel great, but the rest really did help.

This morning I woke up and felt no good. James was right there and I told them I felt bad and wanted to sleep more. So I reset my alarm for 8.

When I woke up at 8 though I felt so bad. My mouth and throat felt so swollen and my chest hurt. So I sent an email to camp that I did not feel good and wouldn't be in. But I would do a little work at home. And then I went back to sleep.

I woke up at 1030. I normally hate waking up after 10 but I needed it. And I still wasn't feeling amazing but once I washed my face and got dressed I felt a little better. I was glad I didn't go to work, but at least I wasn't dying anymore and in pain.

I made the bed and got dressed and went to have breakfast. James had left a sandwich for me. And I would sit on the bedroom floor and sorted my socks while I ate. I have two small suitcases of socks and I now have all the socks I wear on a daily basis in the top box and all my fun socks and special socks in the bottom box. Hopefully it will prevent me from being frustrated looking for socks in the morning.

I would spend the next couple hours working on my computer. The new laptop is working a lot better then it was. I set up shop in bed and worked on the PowerPoint for my outreaches. This ended up being a huge undertaking. Originally the plan was to make a general way to identify species. But then I was like there are so many species, plants, trees, animals. To many!! So I decided to focus on just trees. Which will mean I will have to update the descriptions of the program but that's okay. But then there are about 100 kinds of trees native to Maryland. So I was very overwhelmed. I decided to focus on just puhtok but that's still at least 50 according toe Charlotte. I have decided I am going to just focus on 8. 3 coniferous and 5 deciduous. And then just breaking down all the things you look for when trying to figure out what kind of tree you are looking at. And then I'll have some books and resources as references for the art portion of the program.

I lost steam though and wanted to lay down. So I called it a day and laid in bed watching videos and hanging out with sweetp.

I was texting Jess and she asked me a question that I had to get up to confirm. So I drug myself out of bed. She said that SodaStream bottles expire so I went to see when ours expires. One year left! Neat.

And since I was up I did some stuff around the apartment. Did a quick vacuum. Did a little sewing in the studio. I got a text that I had a package so I went down to get that. Walking on the stairs made me a little lightheaded. So I sat down for a few minutes opening my package.

My airpods case came but it was kind of ugly. I decided to fix it up. I didn't get a before picture but the after is posted. I took the ears off and put them on what was originally the bottom. It looked like it had a huge forehead before. I also added the nose. And brushed the fur out because it was all trapped in the stitching so it looks a lot better now. Has big muppet energy.

I had some stuff to glue. And discovered my chargeable hot glue gun is not charging. Ugh. So I found a different one. But was still annoying. I was glad I was able to get my gluing done.

I chilled on the couch and waited for James to get home. I was feeling a lot better. Throat still hurt but I was doing a lot better. After James would get home the plan was to go drop off the chair from camp with Callie. And then we would get pizza and then home to make Chex rice crispies for Jess'd party tomorrow.

James would take a little longer then expected to get home but it's all good. I wasn't in a rush. But James was stressed about it. When they got home we left almost immediately and got over to Callie and Charlotte's apartment and got the heavy ass chair in their apartment.

We stayed to talk for a few minutes. Charlotte showed us her costume (she's going as a salt shaker to Cate and Ross's margarita and Jimmy buffet) and James said it was an incredible move and was very animated which I thought was great. I love when James's big personality shines.

We said goodbye and went to R house. I waited in the car and it took a bit but I wasnt in a rush. James would come back to the car and we went home.

They left me here though to go to the grocery store so we could make rice krispies for Jess's party. But we needed Chex so James ended up going to 3 stores and it took almost an hour for them to come home. And they are like radiating stress. They just knocked down all of our Christmas sprinkles and that was a big mess but they are so upset. I hate seeing them so upset. Especially when no one is mad at them! Everything is fine! I love them very much and just want them to be happy inside and I can't fix the inside sad.

Now though it is time to make Chex rice crispies. Even though we are using corn Chex. Im sure they will still be good. And seasonal.

Goodnight everyone. I hope you are feeling good. And no one is sick tomorrow.

[jazyjaz]

Doctor! Doctor!

Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

Yang Jeongin

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INSPIRED BY: 

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WARNINGS: 

This Imagine has/mentions blood, gore, murder

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 “Americano for Hyunjin!”

Tiredly, I went up to get my drink. It’s Saturday, Starbucks isn’t full which I’m a little surprised. Who knows. I’m not complaining, really. I sat down back to my seat and took a sip of my drink, while scrolling through my phone.

“I’ll have a Americano please.”

I looked up to see a person who looked around my age. Maybe even younger. They turned around and caught me staring, but they smiled. Wow, their smile is pretty. Their smile fits with their (H/C) hair. Their outfit was a lazy type. Baggy shirt, sweatpants, hair down. I don’t blame them. Yet they still looked stunning?

“Hey.” “Hey..” They took a seat next to me once they got their drink. “Hyunjin right?” I nod. “That’s cool. I heard a lot about your works. Your designs are amazing!” I chuckled. After Stray Kids disband, I decided to look for a new dream. Fashion Designer. It was perfect. I was winning millions, I have a nice house with Kkami, I still talk to guys. My life was perfect. Except I was missing love. I never had a partner. Maybe it’s time. Mother wanted grandchildren from me now. I do want kids. I should give it a shot. “I’m (Y/n). Nice to meet you.” We shook hands and talked for awhile. They were sweet. They works as a Doctor. That’s nice.

It’s getting late. “It was nice talking to you (Y/n), maybe we should hang out another time.” They nodded and gave me their phone number. “Here, we can meet up at the Music Festival!” “Sounds great, I’ll call you then.” We parted our ways and went back to our houses. Slept peacefully during the night. Although I did wake up at 3:00 am for some odd reason. I looked around and Kkami is still sleeping. The room was dark and the birds were already chirping. Headache. Really? Now? I got up and made some tea and took some painkillers. It was getting worse. I don’t know why but it was.

Morning. I got ready and called (Y/n). I fed Kkami and went out to my car to pick them up. Their house wasn’t that far. Actually, I wasn’t going to their house. They said to pick them up at the coffee shop we met. It was odd but I didn’t questioned it. Maybe they don’t trust me yet? I wasn’t offended. I wouldn’t trust a stranger even if they were famous. “Let’s go?” Their soft/deep voice sounded angelic then last night. Early bird. I open the passenger door for them to get in. Their arm. There was smudges of dirt on them. “Your arm? Did you fall or something?” They laughed. “Oh I was just taking care of my plants in my garden. I guess I didn’t wash my hands well.” I smiled. Their very sweet. A garden? I should ask if I should visit their house to see. 

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3rd Person

Days passed and they both kept hanging out. (Y/n) would text Hyunjin daily which he never mind. He started to develop feelings for them anyways. They were kind, funny, sweet and mature. They helped him with a fashion project and he won. They were perfect. However, Hyunjin has never been to their house. They’ve been to his but, they never say, and they don’t want him to come. Where they hiding something? Was it their garden? Surely their garden shouldn’t be that bad. Hyunjin can help if they needed it. But they kept rejecting his advice. Although Hyunjin was fishy about the situation, it didn’t stop him from asking them out. They said yes. And now they’re dating.

“Thanks for the date today Hyunjin. Really, it was amazing!” (Y/n) smiled brightly. The couple got done with their dinner date at a restaurant. “Do you want me to drop you off at your house?” “No! It’s fine! Really... I can walk there.” Hyunjin had a worry look on his face. “You sure? It’s not safe to walk alone. I don’t want you to get hurt (Y/n).” “Hyunjin, I’ll be fine.” They smiled and walked away to their path. Hyunjin couldn’t help it so he did what he will realize he will regret. He waited until he got in the car, and followed them. Somethings up. Where they being abused? But they live alone... Plant problems? That’s ridiculous. He kept worrying as he kept driving. (Y/n) kept walking until suddenly they took a sharp right turn. They’re running. Hyunjin drove a little faster until he saw them walked inside a house near a cemetery. What is this place? There’s no garden so surely this cant’t be where they lived!

Hyunjin turned the car off and hopped off. He walked straight to the house. Or at least he was trying to… Instead he walked into the cemetery. Let alone being all dark and foggy in the night.

He hears a voice. A singing voice. It sounds like (Y/n).

He kept walking further down a hill. The voice was getting louder... and louder... and louder.... until it stopped.

He dropped his keys and tried not to scream. Is this some kind of sick joke?!? What the fuck is this!?

A grave.

Hwang Hyunjin. The death date was today.

“(Y/N) THIS ISN’T FUNNY!!” A laugh was heard in the fog. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? YOU KNOW I HATE SCARY THINGS!” He started to hyperventilate. However before he could do anything, he felt pain in his throat. His head started to spin. He touched his neck but felt something wet.

Blood. His neck was sliced.

What the...? Hyunjin dropped to his knees, crying, scared.

He can’t breathe. He’s suffering.

But he can’t stop it.

He looked up and there he saw what he that was his future.

Y/n, standing there with a scalpel in their hand... smiling.... with wide eyes. Hyunjin try to scream but he couldn’t. Before he knew it, Y/n stabbed him with the scalpel.

Wheezing, a big exhale, Hyunjin took his last breath, and fell right at his grave...

“I told you not to go to my house.... it was a secret that you couldn’t keep.”

With that, they added a new body to her collection...

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“Capuchino for Jeongin!”

Tiredly, I went up to get my drink. It’s Saturday, Starbucks isn’t full which I’m a little surprised. Who knows. I’m not complaining, really. I sat down back to my seat and took a sip of my drink, while scrolling through my Hyunjin’s and I text messages. I still couldn’t believe that he went missing. I hope he was okay.

“I’ll have a Capuchino please.”

I looked up to see a person who looked around my age. Maybe even older. They turned around and caught me staring, but they smiled. Wow, their smile is pretty. Their smile fits with their (H/C) hair. Their outfit was a lazy type. Baggy shirt, sweatpants, hair down. I don’t blame them. Yet they still looked stunning...?

[sundayskin]

15 Skincare Things I Don’t Give AF About Anymore (skincare level: ~enlightened~)

Well, well, after another whatever months of radio silence, as usual, the poster child of Tumblr skincare blogs returns (just kidding... or am I??).

If you're new here, welcome to what I'd call one of the UNESCO OG skincare blogs on Tumblr. Okay, maybe that is a bit of a stretch. If you've been here since SUNDAYSKIN's origins, like I'm talking back in 2017, I really, really love you. Like, really. You're awesome.

The lowdown is that I've been knee-deep in skincare since I discovered it in my teens. Fast forward almost a decade (damn I'm old wtf), and I think I've reached the point where it's not something I have to stress about or try to figure out anymore.

I know what works for me, what doesn't, the finish and feel I like, the ingredients I want to use, etc. Of course, I'm still learning and trying new things, but I've got a pretty good understanding of my skin or skin in general.

Maybe you are new to skincare (welcome to the rabbit hole, enjoy the fall) or maybe you've been figuring it out for just as long as I have. Whatever the case, here are 15 skincare things I used to do or care about, but now I couldn't care less. 😎

Have I become lazy lazier, or did I just reach an enlightened level of skincare? You can decide.

1. Using the same routine every day/night

Though I ~typically~ use the same products daily or on a rough routine (back and forth, once a week, etc.), I don’t force myself to follow the same 1-2-3-step routine every day nor do I use the same products every day, save for my prescribed acne medications (sigh). I used to obsess over consistency, as in applying the same things in the same order every single day/night, but I think you should instead just consistently take care of your skin, in whatever way works for you.

My verdict? Tweak your routine based on your skin condition at the moment. Eventually, you’ll instinctively grab whatever you need from your skincare vault. You’ll get there, babe. Trust the process. 

2. Drying my face completely

A recent(?) trend in skincare, at least in the US, seems to be about how a towel can harbor a lot of bad bacteria and therefore you should wash your towel often and/or have a designated face towel.

Whether or not your towel has been causing your acne or other skincare woes is debatable; I know good and well many people around the world have the clearest skin but don't give a toot about the towel they use to dry their face. I'm sure it can matter, but I don't think it's going to be a deal-breaker.

My mindset here is why not be "better safe than sorry." I think it wouldn't hurt to try more gentle or hygienic ways to dry your face. My favorite face towel is by INNELLISilk. It's cheap, it's soft, it's apparently made of things that are more antibacterial than your typical towel, it's got one of those tiny hole thingies that lets you hang it places — it checks all my boxes. Though I like to have this towel on hand, I typically use facial tissue to dry my face once a night. A (large) cotton pad would also work.

The whole 1-use tissue for your face is another trend these days, but if it sounds wasteful to you, opt for the designated face towel (preferably a material that won't completely dry the water on your face). A soft facial sponge works too (wet it first, please). You could even go rogue and use no towel at all (wipe as much of the moisture off with your hands as you can).

Bonus tip: whatever you use, it's best to have some leftover water on your face. Apparently, if you let your skin get completely dry in between cleansing and treatment products, your skin will actually start the process of producing more oils. It's also just pretty uncomfortable to have your face dry up. A moisturized, hydrated face is something we all need, regardless of "skin type."

3. Having a routine that's "quick & easy"

My "ultimate skincare goal" used to be that [x]-step, 15-minute skincare routine that I imagined was what the perfect, put-together skincare routine looked like. All the popular products, quick, easy, effective. Girl, stop that nonsense! Everyone is different, so the perfect routine is one that is beneficial, comfortable, and doable for you.

These days, I put on a YouTube video, watch a show, or have Kpop MVs playing while taking my time to go through my routine (E'Last, Just B, Cravity, Enhyphen, and P1Harmony are my fav groups atm, FYI). Sometimes that's 20 minutes, sometimes it's an hour. Take your time, learn about your own skin, and do what works best for your life and schedule.

ps. if you're in need of someone/something to watch/listen to, I've got to give a shoutout to Ulrike Scherer. She's got a YouTube, podcast, and blog. If you really love skincare, and miss the long-form, slowed-down content of the bygone days, namely on YouTube, this is someone you must check out. She's so transparent and passionate about skincare, and she's really helped remind me why I love skincare. It's become my new favorite thing to have her videos or podcast playing in the background when I do my skincare or when I'm just trying to relax. It's seriously like casually chatting with a friend about skincare, and I NEED that comfort in my life rn.

Subscribing on Youtube or liking some of her videos takes seconds and is FREE, so please, please, do it if you can. I'd love to see her hit 1,000 subscribers soon. She really deserves the recondition. Thanks in advance if you check out her content.

4. Using only “safe” green-level ingredients

I used to check all products on an ingredient-checking website like Cosdna, and if there was any ingredient listed as being "unsafe" or comedogenic, I'd almost immediately decide not to further research the product, let alone purchase it.

Unless it has an acne-causing or irritating ingredient that is almost universally shunned — which is unicorn-level rare when it comes to the products I consider buying — I don't worry about what Cosdna says about the product's ingredients being potentially comedogenic. Granted, whether an ingredient is prone to being comedogenic is a real thing, but I think how your skin actually reacts might be different. I'm not a chemist. You (probably) aren't either. The people who formulate products usually know what they're doing. They don't see a negative ingredient and say, "hey, we should add this to the formulation for no reason."

Usually, you just need to try a product to see if it works for you. Others might hate it; others might call it a holy grail. It's you that really matters. This is your world, babe, and don't let them tell you otherwise.

The jury votes that the "safe level" of ingredients should always be considered with a grain of salt.

5. Doing my routine at the same time every day/night

This just isn't practical for me, but I used to think it was another "must" for clear, healthy skin when I was still a skincare baby. I think the premise of recommending this is so that people who may have a hard time doing their skincare every day (busy, forgetful, etc.) will sort of be forced to remember to do it morning and night. If this is you, go ahead, set a morning and night alarm, and see if that helps you stay on track. For me, it's good enough that I do my routine once when it is light out and once when it is dark, lol.

6. Trying new products ~just~ because they are trending or popular

When I was newer to skincare (see a pattern here?), my approach became buying products that were trending or super popular rather than buying products that I needed or that may have addressed the specific issues I was having.

Now, I almost purposefully don't purchase the most popular, trending skincare products (you know, the ones them Tiktokers Tiktok about). Not to say the popular, trending products aren't worth considering. They are ~usually~ popular for a valid reason, but just don't take the popularity as equal to the product being effective for you. There's often a lot of behind-the-scenes marketing and sponsorships etc. etc. also taking place, so it can be hard to see if a product is popular for a good reason or if it is being made popular.

It's my new thrill to find products that are lesser-known hidden gems, like products that are actually holy grails in Korea/Japan/etc. rather than being primarily popular in the US (the products we say we "discovered" but are old news or not actually popular in the place they come from, lol). I never just buy trending skincare because it's the hot thing of the time anymore. The old me is dead and gone.

7. Using products as they are meant to be used

Let me start this with a precursor that some products certainly need to be used as instructed (like acne prescriptions) or some can't be flexible in how they are used (you shouldn't use cleansers as a serum, for instance, though I'm sure by mid 2025 there will certainly be a product like this, lol).

Besides that, back in the ancient times, if a toner was labeled as a "toner" or a serum as a "serum," that's exactly how I'd use them in my routine. The reality is that you can use most products, whether it is a toner, ampoule, essence, sleeping mask, etc., in any way that works for you. I told you: this is your world. Now believe it!

8. Following the standard Korean skincare routine

I think I often bought products in the past just for the sake of filling in the spots of a typical Korean skincare routine, a routine we in fact declared as the universal Korean standard, i.e., oil cleaner, foam cleanser, toner, essence, serum, etc. I actually used to be a huge believer in essences, thought they were one of the most important products to include, but I haven't used an essence in so long! These days I just use serums as my after-toner-before-cream step. Simplify your routine only a couple of steps or make it super complex and detailed — it's always been up to you.

9. Finishing products *because* I spent money on them

If I'm only 1/10th of the way through a serum or spot treatment and I don't like it for whatever reason, I don't shun myself for moving on to a new product or purchasing something else.

Can it be wasteful sometimes? Yes. Do I sometimes waste money on an (expensive) product that actually doesn't work for me? Yes. It happens! Skincare is a journey and there will be hiccups. Unless, well, you're perfect. Then, congrats!

If something is not working for you, or worse, having negative effects, stop using her and try to instead find someone in your life that might enjoy the product. Last resort? The trash (recycle if possible!).

Tip: some of the best ways to avoid tossing full-sized products and wasting your money is to really do your research before purchasing a product and by trying sample sizes before committing to the full.

10. Using extraction tools

...because it's better than using your hands, right? Nah, listen.

I've bought extraction tools maybe 2 or 3 times in my life, and every time, after a couple uses, I throw them out like I'm throwing out the cake I bought despite being on a diet, lol.

I don't think using a tool to take out blackheads to pop pimples is better than doing it with your hands. I think the best route to clear, healthy skin is to not pick or pop at all.

Better alternatives are exfoliating products, clay masks, pimple patches, and gentle cleansing tools like facial sponges. Let's keep the extraction tools in the hands of skincare professionals, okay?

11. Refrigerating products 

Girl, let me tell you.

I used to be almost obsessed with making sure my serums and creams and whatnot were kept refrigerated. I think I've been through at least 3 or 4 mini fridges over the course of a couple of years. When they didn't work as well in the hotter months or when the power went out, I'd literally move all my skincare to another fridge in the house like I was transporting a donor's organs to a hospital. I sprinted, y'all. S p r i n t e d.

Then, I had an epiphany. When I tried a refrigerated SPF, didn't like how it applied, then coincidently tried it again when I had removed it from the fridge at room temp, wala: it has now become one of my top-3, ride-or-die SPFs of all time. We love a good skincare plot twist.

I found out that I actually like my skincare applied at room temp more because they're truer to their texture and soak in better. Of course, this is case-by-case and has a lot to do with preference, but if you are on the fence about it, I'd say a beauty fridge is a luxury that isn't really necessary.

I thought it was necessary because I was under the impression that products needed to be colder than room temp to last longer, stay "stronger" longer, etc. This isn't really the case. Unless specified by the product description, products, SPFs included, are made to survive just fine in typical, real-life temperatures. If you're room is extremely hot, in direct sunlight, or the temp fluctuates greatly throughout the day, a mini fridge might be a solution. Heck, a mini fridge that is off might be a solution. To me, a dark, cool place like a drawer or somewhere in your closet is just as good, if not better (cause the whole texture, application stuff mentioned before).

Mostly consistent, out of direct sunlight, and not-too-hot conditions are what you want. Odds are, you can get that without a designated beauty fridge.

12. Making diy masks and skincare with kitchen ingredients

Back in the day, I used to make homemade masks with things like lemon (report me!), oatmeal, banana, egg whites, turmeric, you get it. I probably haven't done anything "homemade" or "natural" since my teens. Mostly because I have the finances to buy plenty of real, packaged skincare and masks to use made by people who know what they're doing, lol. There's no point for me anymore to try and make something that might be good or safe for the skin.

I think making DIY skincare masks was my old thing because it was a way for me to try new things and take care of my skin when I didn't have the money or means to buy the variety of skincare easily available to me today.

Homemade things aren't inherently bad or not worth it. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Or maybe you just like experimenting and trying more natural, handmade things. That's cool too. Just make sure to research what ingredients to avoid using, like, you know, straight up lemon juice from the fridge. Oopski!

13. Judging a skincare product by price

Expensive products must be better or more potent than cheaper ones, right? I probably don't need to explain this to you, but the price does not always relate to how good or effective a product will be for you. There is actually probably more popular and effective affordable skincare than there is luxury, triple-digit products. There's so much affordable, amazing skincare these days that luxury to me is anything over $40, lol.

If you want to invest some money on your skin, see a dermatologist or get a professional facial treatment. The next best thing is an at-home skincare tool, but those require careful, experienced hands and a boat load of research. Careful now, these are dangerous waters.

14. Buying products that are *only* for my “skin type”

I've recently been thinking "skin types" aren't really a thing. Hear me out.

I think of "skin types" now more as "skin conditions" or just the current state your skin's health is in, not as something universally true to you or something you were "born with" like the color of your eyes or hair (even those things can change overtime too!).

Of course, I'm not trying to say that perfect skin health equals "normal" skin that isn't oily, dry, or combo. What I'm trying to get at is that you shouldn't feel the need to put yourself in a box and only buy products marketed toward your "skin type." Just because something is said to be oil-free or for oily skin doesn't mean dry-skinned ladies/guys won't like it. It also doesn't mean that it will automatically be what my oily skin peeps need.

Real-world application-wise, I'm not sure how helpful this insight is, lol, because buying products that were created for your "skin type" isn't technically wrong/bad. Maybe just venture out a bit, remove that "for oily skin" or "for normal skin" filter when shopping for skincare online, try something you might not immediately think is for you. You might find a holy-grail product that's marketed toward a totally different skin type/condition. Always look at a product holistically.

15. Patting versus rubbing in

To be or not to be. But like, who cares? Do what works for you, in skincare and in life, bud. Just be gentle and give your stuff time to absorb. Maybe you didn't even know about the pat vs. rub debate. It's that old.

If you want an extension to this, check out 10 Things I Used to Believe About Skincare but Now I Know Aren’t True *tea spilt on myself*. Yes, if you notice, there are a few similar ideas on there. We recycle and reuse here, as we should.

FYI, SUNDAYSKIN also has an IG, @hellosundayskin. There's no real useful content on there, but sometimes I'll upload what I've bought recently. It's usually just cute photos. Visit at your own discretion.

Anyhow, I'm actually, quite literally, going through a life crisis rn. Still, I was able to somehow write this long a** post. I've actually come back to it on and off for a couple weeks now, or has it been over a month?

I'll be back once my life isn't in shambles... it might be a while. See you then.

[sunspritez]

Facial Skincare Products I’ve Used Pt. 4

Freshman and Sophmore Years 2022-2024

Aight so I'm getting the hang of skincare by now. I've landed on some holy grail products and some duds. I think this is my transition toward Asian beauty. After I realized how much financial freedom I have, I turned to online shopping. It happened a couple days before Valentine's Day. Idk why, but I landed on Stylevana and saw the sale they were having (they were always having a sale). So I went and bought three new things: 1. iUNIK beta glucan serum, 2. I'm From mugwort essence, and 3. Clio gelspresso eyeliner. It all went downhill? uphill? from here.

Cleansers

Lancôme Eau Micellaire Cleansing Water - Mom's stuff. Some of the more expensive stuff I've tried but it's basically the same as Garnier.

La Roche-Posay Toleriane Hydrating Gentle Cleanser - Mom’s stuff. It’s nice and gentle with a milky texture. It seems like it has decent cleansing power, but I haven’t tested it out on a full face of makeup or anything heavy.

Rosette Cleansing Pasta Age Clear Makeup Remover Cream - Mom's stuff. It smelt strongly of roses and left a mildly oily residue after I washed it off. Probably the cream.

Treatments

Naturie Hatomugi Skin Conditioner - I saw this on r/AsianBeauty and then at the 168 Market. Immediately bought it. It’s basically water with some fancy stuff inside. Hydrating but not life changing. I also thought this caused me to break out and stalled using it, but I went back to it a couple days later. I use this in layers. It’s a pretty solid no-frills watery toner.

Neutrogena Stubborn Blackheads Daily Serum - Oh my god, it smells abysmal. Like a dirty towel smell with a scent that burns your nose. You do end up being able to tolerate it with frequent usage. Nice consistency though, more of a thin gel than a liquid serum. I did notice fewer break outs on my face after using this. However, I felt like it was ineffective so I switched back to the lactic acid.

I'm From Mugwort Essence - Most expensive and fancy thing I’ve personally bought. So its watery but thicker. I don’t know how to describe it but it has a nice slip to it and it doesn’t feel as watery as the Naturie toner. It smells mildly herby. I really like it, it makes my face feel so supple.

iUNIK Beta Glucan Power Moisture Serum - It was alright. It helped hydrate my skin but I feel like it was lacking in the healing department. The applicator also kinda broke when I was 95% done with the bottle.

Cosrx Full Fit Propolis Synergy Toner - It had the same consistency as the I'm From Mugwort essence. It smells nice, not like honey but mildly sweet. I think it improved the appearance of my skin a bit. I wished it was as hydrating as the naturie toner.

De La Cruz 10% Sulfur Ointment - This smelt pretty bad. Very eggy. HOWEVER, it was so good at relieving redness and inflammation. It instantly calmed my cyst down. Also pretty decent at acne prevention. I got used to the scent and my mind gradually associated the anti inflammation to the scent, which made the sulphur smell more comforting oddly enough.

Beauty of Joseon Calming Serum - I never thought I'd buy something from BOJ. I always had the impression that they're super expensive but they have decently priced items. Mildying hydrating but it really did nothing for me.

Rhoto Mentholatum Melano CC Vitamin C Brightening Essence - I decided to give this another try and once again I was let down :( .

HADA LABO Gokujyun Hyaluronic Acid Premium Lotion - Extremely hydrating and viscious. I originally looked down on hyaluronic acid but this changed my mind. It's best on damp skin and some humiditiy in the air. Initially it made my skin so so plump but because its getting colder and arid, it feels like it just dries my skin sometimes.

VT Cosmetics Cica Care Sheet Masks - Saw this at Neko Stop for $10 for a box. It was very hydrating and had a nice herbal scent.

Kose Cosmeport Clear Turn White Mask Collagen - Like the Naturie toner, I also got this at 168 market. It was about 5pc for $10. Super hydrating and made my skin plump. Love it!

AXIS-Y Dark Spot Correcting Glow Serum - Nice texture and hydration but I didn't notice much difference. I think my skin looked nicer or something.

SKIN1004 Madagascar Centella Ampoule - I don't use this a lot, only when I'm using actives. It's very good at soothing. Instantly minimizes the feeling of irritation. I wish I bought this instead of that I'm From Mugwort Essence.

Cos De Baha Tranexamic Acid Serum - Nicely hydrating and had a gel-like texture. Pretty sticky. In terms of hyperpigmentation lightening I don't think I saw any real changes. It was pretty mild. Meh.

Isntree TW-Real Bifida Ampoule - I bought this because I heard it is good for skin barrier and I suppose it is. That said my skin is fairly resilient already. I like the serum though - not too sticky, hydrating and I got a lot out of it. Might repurchase as just in case now that I've started retinol.

Cerave Resurfacing Retinol Serum - I've used a retinol moisturizer once before but this is my first serum. I've used this for about ~ 6 weeks. Not sure if I'm seeing improvement but this spot of on my right cheek that has been persistent is becoming less visible. I used to use this every three days on top of moisturizer but then swapped to every other day, on bare dry skin. I may have flew too close to the sun because my skin got itchy after applying and then I scratched, which cause two big hives. It calmed down and went away in the morning but yeah. I need to be more careful.

Moisturizers

Cetaphil Soothing Aloe Vera Gel Cream - I wanted to like this, I really do. I was anticipating this so much and then months into using it I realized it was the culprit behind my break outs :(. Anyways, it’s pretty moisturizing but doesn’t feel heavy since it’s a gel cream. The size is generous for the price. Also very sticky. (Edit: I think the breakouts may have been hormonal and not because of this gel cream. Also great body moisturizer during the summer.)

Aveeno Daily Moisturizing Face Cream - My replacement for the Cetaphil gel cream. It’s much lighter and more suitable for warmer weather. However, I’m using this in December. I somehow almost always end up with a lighter moisturizer during winter. It’s alright, does it’s job. Also great price for the amount you get.

Elf All The Feels Facial Oil- I got this to help boost the Aveeno face cream. It does help enrich the cream and leaves a nice glow on my face. I’d use this mixed with moisturizer but never by itself. It's also good for removing hair removal wax.

Elf Holy Hydration Face Cream - Revisiting this moisturizer because I'm still struggling to find the holy grails of all holy grails of moisturizers. It's aight. It feels moisturizing yet lightweight but I'm craving that instantaneous hydration burst you get with gel creams. My skin for some reason doesn't vibe with it? Like it doesn't harm my skin but I don't feel good after applying it.

Neutrogena Hydro Boost Gel-Cream - Ah yes, the famous Hydroboost gel cream (on Reddit at least). I remember the day the gel version came out. Kind of a revolutionary thing in the (Western) beauty world. Anyways, it’s siliconey but not heavy or pore-clogging. It’s moisturizing and lightweight. Pretty unproblematic. I wished the container didn’t use so much plastic.

Neutrogena Ultra Gentle Face Gel Hydrator - Someone tell Neutrogena that acne-prone skin does not always equate to oily skin. It’s a gel cream but lighter than the Hydroboost. It’s pretty moisturizing but it dries down matte. It makes my skin look dull afterwards, so it’s preferable to add two drops of facial oil to make it work for me. Kinda hated it.

Cosrx Full Fit Propolis Honey Overnight Mask - Waaaaay too lightweight for an overnight mask. I previously used the Paula's Choice hydrating treatment mask and e.l.f.'s dope dreams mask so I was hoping for something rich. This was not it. I ended up giving it to my mom.

Cosrx Hyaluronic Acid Intensive Cream - A nice, hydrating and rich cream. It left some weird residue on my skin but it's whatever. I should've gone with this initially instead of using Aveeno, the honey mask, Neutrogena (both gel cream and gel hydrator), and e.l.f during the winter.

Isntree Hyaluronic Acid Aqua Gel Cream - It was like the cosrx hyaluronic acid cream but more hydrating and lightweight. Had a bit of a tacky finish but it wasn't bad. Great gel cream for the summer but as it got colder my skin needed a little more.

Benton Aloe Propolis Soothing Gel - A nice gel and nothing more. I use it more as a treatment actually. However, it didn't really do much skin soothing, the sulphur mask did. I do use it after I exfoliate. In comparison to the other gel creams I've used, this was the best.

Up&Up Unscented Sensitive Skin Facial Moisturizer - A nice moisturizer in between thick and thin. Initially I was worried about breaking out because of the petrolatum but that didn't happen. The moisturizer is a little more thin because its a lotion but its moisturizing enough. However, I occasionally felt like the moisturizer wasn't enough on some nights, so I brought back an old favorite - the Cerave Daily Moisturizing Lotion.

Illiyoon Ceramide ATO Concentrate Cream - Finally bit the bullet and bought this cream after one of my neighbor's in my dorm let me tried some. And let me tell you - it was the shit. My skin was instantly revived after a long period of dryness. I was so worried it would be heavy but it wasn't! It was rich and moisturizing - perfect for the night.

Sunscreens

Black Girl Sunscreen Kids SPF 50 - So this was a bit too moisturizing. It’s not great when it’s 80+ degrees and you’re seconds away from being a greaseball the second you step out the door. Yeah, made me look and feel too greasy for my liking. It did it’s job well and didn’t leave that weird feeling on my hands afterwards. If anything, it sunk in and made my hands feel moisturizer rather than tacky or dirty.

Banana Boat Light as Air SPF 50+ - My replacement for the BG kids sunscreen. I saw this on r/skincareaddiction and the reviewer gave it like a 4/5 or 5/5. I was kinda surprised because in the current skincare landscape, people talk more about La Roche Posay or Asian sunscreen. Banana Boat or typical American branded sunscreen are kinda disregarded ‘cause they kinda suck in quality. Anyways, the sunscreen is just like its name. It’s lightweight and doesn’t make me look greasy. It added a bit of moisture to my skin when it was like 50 degrees. It smells good too. I usually don’t really like fragrance but this is okay. It’s exceptional.

Biore UV Aqua Rich Watery Essence - By far the best sunscreen I've ever used. It feels so nice on my skin - very hydrating and lightweight. It dries down quick too. Very cosmetically elegant.

Round Lab Birch Juice Moisturizing Sunscreen - This was a sample from Yesstyle. Remember what I said about Biore being the best sunscreen I've used? I think this rivals it. It's so so lightweight yet moisturizing. Like it feels like nothing on when you apply it. No white cast or irritation either. Downside is that it isn't waterproof :(.

[or-something-better]

Hell at Ruby’s

April 30, 2022

Sam

The light shining directly into my eyes was the initial catalyst for my waking from a dead sleep, and it was the tingling in my feet from hanging about 8 inches off the end of the bed, that cinched it. Rolling over, I pulled my knees up and tried to maneuver into a more comfortable position and away from the light offending window. Ruby’s small twin bed was just not the thing to support my tall frame and if I was going to be spending any more time here, away from the Bunker, something was just going to have to be done about it.

“We’re gonna need a bigger bed.”

With a chuckle at the famous line that sounded like, I swung my legs off the side of the bed and sat up. Then laughed harder when I realized I could firmly understand the whole, being attacked by a man-eater scenario. Now moving around, it was clear that other parts of me, not just my feet, had taken a beating sleeping here last night after the wedding.

Pulling on a pair of underwear, I got up and padded my way into the kitchen and popped a coffee cartridge into the Keurig. Ruby had left sometime early for all places Hell and I didn’t have anywhere I had to be today. Just getting some mental down-time after the whirl-wind wedding we’d just survived, seemed like heaven to me.

Thinking about Crowley and Derek off on their honeymoon, starting their brand-new life together made me smile. I didn’t have any idea where they’d gone, but I was sure that we’d get some interesting stories once they decided to resurface and come back home.

I sipped my fresh mug of joe, while taking out one of the Daily Harvest fruit and veggie containers from the freezer. Breakfast at the apartment had surely gotten a whole lot simpler, healthier too, since I’d signed up for their subscription delivery. Now, without any effort, nutritious smoothies were just a quick blender mix away.

While things got to the business of whirling in the blender, I went around righting everything we’d knocked around in the living room the night before. Little Crowley had just started his first run and was finding himself boxed in by several sofa pillows and an overturned coffee table. Good thing there wasn’t much breakable in here, I chuckled to myself as I freed the little robot and set it in the hall to scout out another route.

“Happy Trails little dude.”

Back in the kitchen transferring the mixed smoothie from the blender to a cup seemed like a waste of time, since I’d end up washing everything myself anyway. Snagging a straw from the catch-all drawer, I rinsed out the coffee mug and walked back towards the bedroom sucking on my fruity masterpiece.

Pain suddenly struck my forehead, and my first reaction was brain freeze, but this wasn’t like any brain freeze I’d experienced before. Burning pain spread itself across the top of my head towards the back and my second coherent thought was I’m having a stroke. Stumbling now, I lost my grip on the blender completely and just tried to make it to my phone on the nightstand. I was within inches of it when oblivion claimed me and I slammed face first onto the bedroom floor.

As I lay there unconscious the determined little Crowley made his way up along my body, through the spilled smoothie mess, spreading it all over me and the room.

[shoutogepi]

S/O begging to be choked

with Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, & Shinsou Hitoshi

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : ✘ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐡𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

and i decided to add my other two boys ;)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : it’s been a hot min since i’ve tried headcanons... perhaps they’re all into it... perhaps this is indulging my choking kink *laughs nervously*

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 ❄️

reluctant about it at first, but after seeing how much you love it, he finds he thoroughly enjoys it.

he’s a switch, so this time you had asked sweetly if he would dom you. how could he say no to you pleading for him to fuck you, when you look like that?? mans is whipped. 

just getting into a rhythm with it, your legs bent over his shoulders as he rocks his hips into yours, he starts to pound your writhing body into the mattress. he hits a special spot when you’re in this position, and this fucker knows it, too— uses it to his advantage.

right when he thinks he’s got you right where he wants you, you whimper out “choke me baby, please~”

shocked as hell but damn it, he spoils you in every aspect of life, of course he’s gonna do what you ask.

he’s never choked you before, let alone anyone... but you may have just awoken a dormant kink o.o

⋆⋅✧⋅⋆⋅✧⋅⋆⋅✧⋅⋆

“Mmm baby,” Shouto groans in your ear, breath heavy in his chest as his cock glides deeper inside of you. “You feel so good— so warm, so wet for me.” 

Your legs widen around his waist, ankles crossing behind his back in an attempt to push his hips closer to yours. You’re panting, head thrown back into the sheets and wrists pinned down by his tight grip, moaning as he starts to pick up the pace. “Aha— Sho, fuck yes, all for you!”

He takes your ear between his teeth, nibbling at your skin and washing the side of your face in his hot, ragged breath. His mouth moves to kiss and suck at your jaw, and you stretch your neck so you expose everything to him, wanting for him to mark your throat. 

“Sh-Shouto, choke me baby, please~” you whimper, eyes fluttering closed. 

Shouto’s so shocked that his hips actually falter, leaning back to look at you and make sure he heard you right. Even though he’s frozen to the spot, you’re restless for him— you shake one of his hands from your wrist and place it around your neck instead, squeezing his thumb and forefinger on the sides of your throat. Wiggling your hips, you urge him to start thrusting again, wanting nothing more than for him to rearrange your guts.

It takes him a second to recalibrate, putting all his weight on his free hand, and just barely pressing down on your neck with his other. But when he does, he groans at how you back arches, a fucked-out expression blooming on your features as your fingers dig into his skin.

Experimentally he give a few shallow thrusts, and when he’s satisfied with the desperate mewls that leak from your mouth, he shoves his cock deep inside of you, all the way. Squeezing at your throat just a little harder, he begins to fuck you eagerly. Excitement courses through him at the image of his hand around your neck, his cock harder than ever as your choked voice moans out his name again and again.

“You look so pretty with my fingers around your throat, baby,” he huffs, watching your tits bounce as his hips smack against yours. The lack of oxygen makes you feel dizzy, cunt twitching snug around his cock as you near your peak. “Gonna cum for me already, like it that much? Fuck babygirl, I like it too...”

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 💥

enjoys fucking you roughly in the first place, this mans will not hesitate to fulfill your request.

you and bakugou have hot, rough sex on the daily. he’s got a lot of pent-up aggravation (somehow, even tho he’s screaming “DIE” every 10 mins), but you happen to like it when he takes it out on you between the legs. 

he’s taking you from behind, smothering your face into the pillows as his hips pummel yours, the slick slap of your skins filling the room.

fucks you like he’s got somewhere to be— fast and hard. 

but the thing is, he’s got the stamina of a young stallion, so he’s been drilling into you for quite some time now, ignoring your throbbing clit and whines for attention.

so when you moan out “fuck katsu, choke me, choke me”, you don’t think he’ll hear you. 

biiitch, you’ve never been more wrong in your life. 

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Your slick is slowly dripping down the back of your thighs, each swing of Bakugou’s hips spreading it even further. A little puddle of drool is collecting below where he’s pressing your face against the comforter, your jaw hanging open and weak moans pouring out.

“You’re so fuckin’ loud,” Bakugou grunts, clapping a hand over your already-raw ass, causing you to clench around his thick length that’s plunging deep inside of you. “S’like you want the whole place to know how good you’re getting fucked, huh princess?”

His calloused fingers brush over your neglected clit when you don’t respond, your body seizing up. You let out a long moan instantly, pushing your ass onto his abs in pleasure. “Yessss Katsu, I love it!”

He snickers, pulling your hips back to meet his as he pushes his cock into your wet cunt with ease, watching how your body swallows him whole. Taking a second to spit on the base of his dick, he slaps your ass again, grabbing the flesh there and jiggling it.

“Fuck Katsu, choke me, choke me,” you mumble, starting to slam your ass back to meet his thrusts.

You’re yanked upright abruptly, his hands on your elbows and then one wrapping around your neck so fast you barely have time to realize he’d heard you. His thick fingers coil tight around your throat and you gasp for breath, his grip just loose enough so that you can take in a measly puff of air. Your back is arched perfectly now, on your hands and knees as he begins to plow into you without restraint.

“Fuckin’ dirty little girl,” he growls, loving the way your body looks contorted in his grasp. You try to moan but it comes out a garbled mess, Bakugou’s hand too tight around your throat for the noise to come out regularly. He’d be lying if he said your request didn’t make him ache with a fresh wave of lust— he bares his teeth as he furrows his brow and staves off his impending climax. “Gonna make me bust, you’re so sexy like this, shit..”

His admission sends chills down your spine, and his grip on your neck eases up enough to hear your whines pour out as his fingers start to play with your clit. You sob, your head spinning as you hurtle closer to the edge he’d been keeping you from crossing for so long now.

He chuckles when you start to shake, only pounding his cock into you harder. “If you’re gonna act like a slut, I’ll treat you like a slut.”

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮 🔮

dom daddy shinsou, is it really a surprise that he’ll take the ball and run with it?

with shinsou’s nonchalant, intimidating aura, he’s definitely the one to take the reins during sex. make no mistake, he is the one in charge. 

he loves to take his time with you and make you squirm until you’re crying for his cock, and then once he’s sure you’re ready for it, he’ll fuck you into next week, just like you beg him to.

he’s doing just that— toying with your overstimulated clit as he leisurely drags your dripping cunt along his thick cock, sitting back and whispering degrading things into your ear while your eyes roll back. 

you’re a blabbering mess, squeezing down on him as he sits you flush against his thighs, nestling his hot cock all the way inside. “uhhnn, choke me, daddy~” falls from your open lips, your eyelids fluttering almost shut as you lock eyes with his sinful, violet gaze.

he doesn’t have to say a word— you’re in for it now. 

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Shinsou moans in your ear, his deep voice making butterflies flutter in your stomach. Little do you know that while he loves to tease you and prep you for him, it makes his cock leak and throb for you— he’s been wanting to sheath himself in your tight cunt for a whole hour now, and finally, he does. Your mouth falls open as he guides your hips up, your wetness sliding down his length and into his lap. 

You can barely keep your mewls of pleasure in as he starts to bounce you on his thighs. He reaches down and thumbs over your slick clit, your eyelids struggling to stay open. 

“How’s that feel, kitten?” he grumbles, savoring the way your soft tits move with each drop of your hips. He fights the desire to latch onto your nipple with his mouth, tongue moving across the bottom of his front teeth instead.

“Fuckkkk, feels so good Toshi,” you cry, and his thumb starts to circle around your swollen clit faster in reward. He bucks his hips up into yours, making you shriek in pleasure. As he starts to pick up the pace, you move in tune with him, nose coming to nudge his cheek as you whine for him. “Uhhnn, choke me daddy~” you mumble in his ear.

Shinsou is still for a moment before his hand laces around your neck, gentle grasp soon becoming firm. With a steady hold on your throat, he pulls your body down to seat yourself on his cock even harder, making sure to rut his hips extra deep as well. Your cunt trembles, hugging his cock tight while you throw your arms around his muscled neck, your head dipping back in sheer ecstasy. He wraps his free arm around your waist, hand cupping your ass to throw your body onto his lap while your bouncing begins to get messier, off-balance. 

“Nnn, love your tight little cunt, kitty. You look so cute with my hand around your throat like this...” he rumbles, enjoying how your skin feels slapping against his. You’re so soaked at this point that you glide easily on his cock, only getting wetter by the minute with his fingers on your rapid pulse. “Didn’t know you were such a little whore— you like being choked? Like having daddy choke you, hmm?”

You can barely respond, eyes crossing as the head-rush starts getting to you. “Yesyesyes fuck yes daddy~” you whimper, his thumb stroking over your throat. Your clit grinds against his pelvis as you abandon any kind of rhythm with your hips, desperate just to feel his cock stretch your walls and deliver you to euphoria. 

Shinsou smirks through his labored breathing, watching you unravel on his cock with pleasure. “C’mon cutie, cum on my cock. Cum and I’ll fuck you hard and fast with my hand on your throat, just like you want.”

[elysianslove]

the little things ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; the little things he does that show just how much he loves you

pairings; karasuno x reader, aoba johsai x reader, fukurodani x reader, nekoma x reader, shiratorizawa x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; will make u hate being single <3

karasuno ━━

sugawara koshi; whenever your hair gets caught in anything, he’s so gentle yet quick at fixing it. if your hair is long, and you pull a bag or a shirt and your hair gets tucked in, he’ll wordlessly pull it out. if your hair is short and a bracelet or zipper gets caught he just continues whatever he was doing (talking to someone else for e.g.) while helping you out. also always makes sure your hair isn’t bothering you; if you’re leaning over writing something, he’ll always tuck it behind your ear so lovingly ahhh

daichi sawamura; massages. he’s descended from heaven for this purpose only. his hands are rough and like hard on your muscles, but it’s so perfect. he’ll approach you when you’re in school sitting anywhere, from behind, and just knead his hands into your muscles for a few seconds. euphoric. or if you live together, he always greets you with back/shoulder/neck massages in the bathtub hvjkwkd.

nishinoya yuu; always makes you try his food. always. whether it’s with a group of people or just you two, he just goes “hey babe open ur mouth” with this face 😏 bc he’s cheeky, and just shoves a mouthful of food. spoiler alert, it’s always way too hot. but it’s just tradition at this point. he takes a bite of his food, decides if it’s worthy enough for your mouth or not, then just. yeah.

kageyama tobio; buys you a snack whenever he gets his milk. if you’re special special, he’ll buy you your own carton of milk. he goes up to the vending machine and automatically thinks of you when he sees your fave snack, and it’s like mindless at this point he just routinely does it. it still surprises you to this day, even when he’s so nonchalant about it.

tsukishima kei; kisses your forehead. tsukki is not too big on pda, and even privately he’s not very touchy feely either tbh. but just a simple peck on your forehead grounds you, and it’s a small reminder of the fact that despite his outward coldness, he really does love you. he rarely does it in front of others, but sometimes, he’ll indulge both you and him, and settle a small kiss on your temple just randomly.

asahi azumane; anime jesus always has a hair tie/clip carried around for you on his wrist/in his pockets. i mean he’s always needing them, he just stocks up when he starts dating you. somehow he’s always there when you’re frustrated with your hair all over the place what a savior. later on it evolves to him carrying around your scrunchie and yes the boys make fun yes he blushes but no he does not take it off.

tanaka ryunosuke; carries you on his back, or your things, when you’re too tired to walk. whether that be if you’re too tired because of your heels or you’re just lazy, he just loves helping you out what a respectful gentleman. honestly it just becomes that every time he sees you he like barricades over to you so quick and flips you onto his shoulder or spins you around. anyways. walking with tanaka means walking empty handed bc he will never let you carry anything. ( shifts pile of bags on one arm just to hold your hand ).

hinata shoyo; learns hairstyles to try on you. whether it be short hair or long hair, expect his youtube search history to look a lot like “how to make a french braid” or “cute hairstyles for short hair for your cute girlfriend”. he’s always so entranced by you and watches so carefully whenever you do anything on your hair, and he gets do excited whenever you let him try and he gets it right. also !!! a lot of the times you’ll sit between his legs and he’ll just softly card his fingers through your hair or lightly braid it.

yamaguchi tadashi; buys you flowers a lot. he doesn’t overdo it, just so it doesn’t lose its value and worth. but for example, mondays suck ass and he knows how much you hate them, so he always makes sure to either leave a single rose on your desk/in your locker or give it to you himself if he can. it’s so endearing and motivating honestly, and the constant reminder every once in a while is so cute. continues to do it even like 3 years in, which is so fkn sweet honestly.

nekoma ━━

kuroo tetsurō; plans the best dates. seriously. like not one moment spent with him is dull. i don’t think being with kuroo entails a high energy relationship, i just mean that even a walk in the park is fun with him. he also always knows when to plan a fancy dinner and when it’s just something casual. like he always puts in so much effort, gives 120%, for every date with you. is your favorite band/singer/artist in town? he’s got tickets. the weather is amazing? you’re going to the beach. you’re sleep deprived? nap dates. 10/10

kozume kenma; he teaches you how to play his games. the fact that he’s letting you touch the console in itself says enough, but whenever he buys a new one, and learns it thoroughly enough, he will always sit by you and teach you its ways. picture you sitting in his lap while he guides your hands <333 if you’re not a gamer, he’s actually v flattered by the fact you’re willing to sit through this w him. but if you are a gamer, expect daily competitions. oh and if you beat him? you’re dead to him :).

haiba lev; instead of reaching for things that you’re too short for to grab it himself, he just lifts you up lmfao. i mean w the way he teases yaku, i can imagine he’d be v teasing with you as well if you’re even an inch shorter than him. but fret not! it’s all in the name of love. he’s very loving though, and if he sees you struggling he’ll just wordlessly hoist you up from your waist or something. at first it’s terrifying, but later on it just makes you giggle cause he’s like so willing to do it and it’s effortless for him hehe.

yaku morisuke; always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself, but kinda aggressively? lmao anyways. like he’s always “babe have u eaten” and if u say no expect him to start yelling like “what do you mean no??? are you insane???” v dramatic but honestly <333 he’s always texting you after parting ways “did you get home safe” or on weekends where he cant meet you, he’s asking how it was, if you indulged yourself a bit, relaxed. it’s very sweet and he makes sure it’s not overbearing. he just wants his baby to be healthy and happy.

yamamoto taketora; walks on the side with the cars. it’s not a very noticeable thing, but you see it, and you recognize it. he makes sure he’s always walking where cars are speeding by, a hand on the small of your back guiding you away and to the other side of him. it’s the little notions of protectiveness like if he’s driving and stops suddenly, he’ll put a hand out to keep you from lurching forward, he pushes you gently out of the way before you bump into someone. things like that.

aoba johsai ━━

oikawa tōru; he doodles in your notebooks, or on your skin. if you have class with him, and sit next to him, he’ll always be doodling on your notebook like little hearts or stupid, cute things like your initials + his in a heart. or if you’re at a study date together, and you’re focused on your laptop screen, he’ll leave little encouraging messages on your notes for you to notice when you’re revising. sometimes you’ll be sitting with him at lunch or even if you’re out w him and a bunch of other people, and he happens to have a pen. expect a little smiley face on your inner wrist, or a heart plus his initials ( o.t. )

iwaizumi hajime; he helps you take off your make up/takes it off for you. if you’re too sleepy, he’ll just take the products he’s used to seeing you use and start following it step by step after he props you up next to the sink. while he stands between your thighs he just so gently starts rubbing at your skin and washing away the make up. if you’re already asleep, he’ll have to like google the steps oh my god im gonna cry hes so cute. if you don’t necessarily wear make up, then he’ll just help you do your nightly routine, or even your shower routine, like using a body scrub or a face mask or, bruh, even shaving lmfao.

hanamaki takahiro; saves everything you buy/send/make him. i mean everything. has literally over two thousand photos of you, all the polaroids or postcards are saved in a little box he has under his bed. anything you make him (unless it’s edible) he has. if you make him a small embroidery thing he will literally attach it to his sports bag or something. any chain you make him is automatically added to his keychain. that flower crown you made with him on one of your first dates? he still has it. the flowers are dead but the memory loves babyyyy

matsukawa issei; carries extra clothes of his for you to borrow. hey have i mentioned that mattsun is big? 😃 because he is 😃. meaning regardless of your size or height or whatever, his clothes will drown you <3 i see him as preferring more oversized or just loose shirts rather than tight ones, so yk. on you???? if y’all are just hanging out and you even think about being slightly cold — here have five options of mattsun’s clothes to choose from. he always makes sure they smell like him too. it’s self indulgent really, because he loves the way they look on you, and he loves that it leaves a trace of his scent on you. territorial? i think yes.

fukurodani ━━

bokuto kōtarō; always hugs you like it’s the last time he’ll see you. sometimes, even if he doesn’t know it, you need his hugs badly. y’all are gonna try and tell me bokuto doesn’t give the best fkn hugs??? yeah get outta here with that bs. he SO does. he either kneels down and wraps his arms around your waist, picks you up, and spins you around, like he hasn’t seen you in 3 years, or he’ll just wrap his arms around your neck and pull your head to his chest, cradling it, and just sighing like he won’t see you for the next 3 years. his hugs always make you feel so much better, even if you weren’t feeling down to begin with.  

akaashi keiji; plays with your hands and caresses them. it’s the delicate feel and gentleness of it all. akaashi’s generally an anxious person, leaving him very fidgety. but once you two get together, and he starts being comfortable with you, expect to find your hand always between the two of his, just fondling with him. he’ll trace random figurines on the back of your hand, or have his fingers ghost over your wrist and up to your fingertips. if his hands are especially shaky, expect him to just grab one of your yours and hold it tightly between the grasp of two of his. it conveys trust, and all you have to do is kiss his knuckles gently and he’s melting.

konoha akinori; he has your reminders app linked with his, and sneaks in small, motivating messages. every once in a while you’ll get a notification from the app that tells you to drink water or have a snack (or text konoha he’s bored and he misses you). also always sends you pictures to distract you from stress. like it could literally just be a picture of him smiling with a thumbs up and you’d just ,,, melt bc you love him so much.

shiratorizawa ━━

ushijima wakatoshi; he has so many plants that are named after you, or your nicknames, and he’s like so gentle with them too. like strokes their petals and speaks to them so softly, the same way he does with you. you’re honestly so curious how he hasn’t run out of names, but he’s just a genius like that. whenever you go over to his place, and he’s bought a new one, he’ll take your hand and guide you to where it’s growing and just be like “look it’s baby y/n” and you just 🥺🥺🥺

semi eita; he has a playlist on his phone, that’s constantly being updated, for you and him to listen to. the first time he showed it to you, you were stargazing and he took out his phone and headphones and was like “i made a playlist for you wanna list” and every part of your body lit up in flames im not joking. now, a lot of the times, you’re coming back home on a train, and your head is on his shoulder and you’re sharing headphones listening to the playlist. when either one of you is driving you’re blasting it (a lot of the playlist is the hsm soundtrack)

satori tendō; tendo reads people so well, and being in a relationship with him means he will read you so well. so a lot of the times, in social situations, he’ll recognize the signs of you wanting to leave, for example, or if someone’s bothering you, he’ll know exactly how to approach it too. this also entails having a lotta inside jokes hehe, and also just like. talking with your eyes. yk that thing. yeah. all you have to do is look at him a certain way, and he just knows exactly what you just said.

goshiki tsutomu; he buys the both of you this small plushie, and whenever you’re missing each other you just. squish it. and he squishes his. he would rather die than let anyone know this, but you’re not too keen on letting anyone know yourself tbh. it’s just this little thing you have, and it means a lot more to you than just this. when he first bought it he was like “look we have matching plushies” and you passed away on the spot ❤️

shirabu kenjirō; loves trying out new recipes with you. he’s not too big on cooking or baking, but there’s just something about doing it with you that really — hits the spot yk. nowadays, whenever he comes across a new recipe on social media that he thinks you’ll like he just automatically sends it to you like with no words no texts just the post and you’re like “OMG CAN WE DO THIS” and he’s like “why else would i send it. yes we can :)” hvskwkeke

end note;  thank you sm for the love on my last two posts!! i’m glad you guys enjoyed them sm. if you have any requests, they’re open and i’m happy to deliver, mwah!

[softjakehoon]

My Roommate Who Uses an XL Condom pt. 1

pairing: Jay/Reader

includes: slight edging, deep throat, cum in mouth, rough sex, breeding kink, roommate sex

warning: this is a written smut, if you don’t like reading stuff like this, scroll down for your sake please it’s not that complicated, thank you. 

also, this was inspired by a manga called "Joushi no Asoko wa XL size" and it's the part about the xl condom thingy, which would be on the second part though. and of course, our y'n being a product reviewer. the rest are based on my imagination.

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You've been searching for a part-time job for a couple of hours now, but most of the jobs available are full-time shifts. You're in your fourth year in college and you're pretty much occupied with all of the school works and activities that's why you resigned from your previous customer service job. You have no choice but to choose a job that will allow you to manage your own time. It's not like you wanted to do this out of boredom. You have to support yourself to afford your tuition fees and daily expenses. Your parents are both senior citizens so you had to work right after you turned 18.

"Product reviewer? No way, this sounds too good to be true."

One-week deadline per product.

Flexible work schedule. 

Salary offer $1000 per review.

You didn't hesitate to submit your application. You have to get this job or you won't be able to pay rent. You don't even have anything to eat for this week. You sighed at your current situation. You went to the shower room to clean up before going to bed. 

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You woke up around 8 am, starving. You went to the kitchen to find something to eat. You were surprised to see the fridge full of actual food to eat. 

"Am I dreaming? How is the fridge full of food when it was empty last night?" You grabbed a tub of marinated beef and began cooking. 

"Fuck, when was the last time I ate meat? I've only been eating ramen and junk food lately. No wonder I feel like shit." You laughed at your own misery. You were cut off by the sound of the door opening. You don't remember inviting anyone over to your apartment. You don't have a roommate as well so you started to feel nervous. 

"Who is it?" You shouted while chewing on the meat you wrapped with lettuce. 

You turned your head around to see a man around your age wearing all black and a frown on his face. 

"Who are you?" He asked you back. 

"I asked you a question first. Why do you have a key to my apartment?" This time, you went to speak to him up close. You're near-sighted so you wanted to see him up close. 

"I'm Jay. I moved in last night. Are you my roommate?" He kept his cold expression. 

He's handsome as fuck, but cold as hell. You thought to yourself. Too bad. 

"Oh, that must be why the fridge is full this morning. Fuck, sorry I cooked the beef bulgogi just now. I will pay you back once I get paid from my job." You looked down from embarrassment. 

"That's alright." He didn't even bother to ask your name and went to his room. You didn't want to bug him about it since you still owe him a tub of beef so you just shrugged your shoulder and finished your breakfast. 

While eating, you checked on your email for updates. 

"Holy fuck." Your jaw dropped upon reading an email. It was from the company you applied to last night. You got the job, and you're starting today. 

You signed the contract immediately and submitted all the needed requirements. Your first product will arrive in the afternoon so you couldn't help but be excited while washing the dishes. 

After doing the dishes, you decided to do the laundry. You've been going braless in the apartment when you were still alone but you have a male roommate now so you can't do that anymore. You needed to wash them. 

"Fuck, I ran out of shorts as well? What have I been doing all this time to forget doing my laundry?"

You decided to wear an oversized almost see-through white shirt and black underwear. 

While you were putting your clothes in the front load washing machine, you heard him pretending to cough. 

You dropped the clothes upon hearing that and looked around to see him piercing you with his eyes staring straight at your body. 

"What do you think are you doing?" He said, raising his eyebrows. 

"I'm doing my laundry. Are you blind?" You looked to your side, afraid of meeting his eyes. 

He stood in front of you, "I'm not. In fact I'm very much pleased of what I'm seeing right now." You gulped when he touched your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. 

"What are you doing?" You're starting to get nervous, or turned on. You don't know anymore. Is it because you haven't had sex for so long now? Fuck, you know you can't have sex with your roommate. You know damn well how it would end since your ex was also your roommate before. 

"I'm making you look at my face. Ever since we met you've been avoiding my gaze." He smirked at you, turning you on even more. 

"T-that's because you look scary, dude. Geez, get your hands off me or I will punch your face so I won't have any reason to look at it." You tried to push him away only for him to corner you on the wall with his arms locking you in. 

"Don't call me that. Or I will kiss you right now." You knew he wasn't bluffing. But for some reason, you wanted to kiss him as well. So you called him that. 

"Stop playing around, dude. Can't you see I'm busy doing someth-" You were cut off by his lips on yours. It stayed still for a short moment as if he was trying to see how you would react. But when he sensed you closing your eyes, he began to move his lips along with yours.

It was a sweet and passionate kiss as if he knew you all his life. It felt so good, you couldn't help but pull his hair, making the kiss deeper. His right hand holding your face along with your jaw, his left hand holding your waist, keeping you close to his body. You could feel your core starting to get wet from the heat that you're feeling, making you rub your thighs together. Taking the hint, Jay placed his knee in the middle and closed the distance between your body. You're now grinding on his thighs, desperately looking for friction and release. 

"Are we just gonna kiss all day or are you going to fuck me?" You pulled away from the kiss and chased your breath.

"I thought you said you're busy." He smirked again. 

"Well now I'm not." You kissed him again, this time with so much lust and desire. Jay is incredibly handsome, he's tall and has a nice body as well. Normally, you don't hang out with guys like him because you know they're always into pretty girls, but you don't want to think about it for now. 

"Relax, baby. I'll get you nice and ready first." He grabbed your breasts as soon as he removed your shirt, sucking on your nipples while his right hand palming your core. 

"I guess I don't even need to. You're soaking wet already. Is this all for me, babe?" He removed your last piece of clothing and slipped two fingers inside you. 

"Fuck, Jay. Shut up already and put it in.” You can't help but moan as he slips his fingers in and out of you.

“Stop bossing me around, brat.” There was a sudden change in his aura, his fingers thrusting in and out of you now roughly. 

“Damn it, I wanna cum on your cock, please. Fuck me already.” You begged. You’re about to reach your climax under his touch. All of a sudden, he removed his fingers making you bite your lips in frustration.

“What the hell? Why did you sto-” You were cut off when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing you down on your knees. He immediately removed his belt and tied your hands with it. You stared at him with your puppy eyes while waiting for him to remove his clothes.

He pumped his cock a couple of times before squeezing your cheeks, a sign for you to open your mouth. You were taken aback by the size of his cock in your tiny mouth. You can’t even touch him to support yourself, so he was holding you by your hair and fucking your mouth as he wants. 

“See, this is what your mouth is for. It’s not for you to talk back, or be a brat. This mouth is meant for my cock.” Tears pooled in your eyes as the tip of his dick hits your throat every time he would thrust. You were able to get rid of your gag reflex, thanks to your ex.

“Fuck, how are you so good at this? I fucking love your mouth. You’ve got no gag reflex? Fucking insane, ahh.” He’s growling at this point. You can tell he’s close as the veins in his dick are getting more prominent and it’s twitching inside your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” After a couple of thrusts, he came down your throat. You gladly swallowed his cum, making sure nothing goes to waste.

“Shit, brat. You better remember how I taste.” He said, untying your hands from his belt. He helped you to stand, kissing you while placing you on top of the counter. 

He took no time in aligning himself into your core. He gathered your wetness using the tip of his dick and finally pushed it in. You can definitely feel the stretch but the pleasure goes beyond the pain at this point. You were moaning softly against his ear. 

“Fuck, you feel so tight around me.” His thrust getting steady and rougher each time.

“You feel so good, Jay. I’m gonna cum.” You’re finally getting the release he denied you earlier.

“That’s right, cum on my cock.” You moaned in response. Your walls tightening around him even more, making him meet his nearing climax for the second time.

“Cum with me, Jay. Come inside me, please.” You were on birth control anyway. You were on an injectable contraceptive and it’s still in effect ‘til now. You will probably need to ask him if he’s fucking around later on but you really wanted to have his cum inside you. Hearing you beg for his cum was music to his ears. After easing you from your high with a couple of thrusts, he came right after. You felt his dick twitch inside you, his cum spreading heat in your walls. He pulled out seconds after, making his cum leak out of you.

Jay swore he took a mental image of it in his mind. You looked so hot, all fucked out because of him. You, on the other hand, waited for him to help you get off the counter.

Which he didn’t do. He put on his clothes and went straight to the bathroom to clean himself. 

“What a jerk. Did he just leave me here after all that?” You tried not to feel too disappointed. Still, it made you feel angry. He could’ve at least helped you. “I’m never having sex with you again, asshole.” You said just enough for him to hear you in the bathroom.

Author’s note: Jay’s point of view will be on the second part. He’s a gentleman pls.

[harrysgoldenline]

can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

ALSO PLEASE READ THIS!!

I was wondering what people would think about me doing personalized little blurbs/imagines for people who donate to my tip jar? you could give me your name, prompt, pronouns, etc and i will write it just for you!! :) i’m trying to write more and it’s hard bc i’m a broke college student who needs to work but if people who WANT a personalized little fic with bucky or harry or something with their own name and such maybe I could do something like that? of course I will still be doing all normal requests and such but this way it’s kinda like a one time patreon for people who want to do something like that? idk please comment/send me a message/ask and let me know what you think!!!! let’s talk!

[bodyswapmischief]

Holiday Special: Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 2 of 12]

February

As January came to an end, Nick's graying hair problem worsened. The dye that he used on his hair became less and less effective. By the beginning of February, Nick had to literally dye his hair everyday.

It would be the first thing he did every morning. And, by night time, his salt and peppered hair would be back. In just a week he spent over 100 dollars on hair dye. I can't keep going like this, he thought to himself. But, I have to. I can't let whatever is happening to me... beat me.

He hated that this was bothering him so much. He wished he could just except that his hair was going grey. But, he couldn't. He even brought it up to his younger girlfriend. "What it's natural for and old man to get grey hair." She jokingly laugh.

"I'm not old... I'm only 35... 5 years older than you." Nick replied in frustration. He was upset that his girlfriend wasn't taking this seriously.

"Calm down... you just gotta make sure to by permanent hair dye. Not the stuff that can just wash out." She tried ti reassure Nick.

Nick just sighed feeling crazy. I have been buy permanent hair dye, he thought to himself.

The next day he woke up to start the daily hair dying process. More hair on the side of his head was turning white. The hair on the top of his head was losing more sheen with more white hair starting to sprinkled in. Instead of the jet black hair he once had, it was now a dark charcoal gray. He sighed feeling defeated.

He looked around for his dye. But, he couldn't find it. Amongst the choas, he noticed something. Maybe he's been to stress to see it before. But, his hair was a lot longer and shaggy than it should have been. Making his graying hair more prominent.

The it hit him. He wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of it before. He decided to go to his barber. Maybe he would have a solution for his gray hair.

His hair raced as he realized this was the first time seeing his barber with his now graying hair. "Damn what kinda of dye job do you get." His barber shouted as Nick walked into the shop.

"It's not a dye job... my hair is going grey." Nick's face went red.

"That's not possible... I just cut your hair in December... you couldn't have gone this gray... this fast, naturally." The barber exclaimed.

The two men continued talking and settled on it being cause by stress.

"I was going ask. The dye I've been using... it seems to only hold on my hair for a day. Do you have any recommendations for hair dye." Nick asked.

"Yeah, actually I do." The barber said, as he pulls out a jar. "You can't use those cheap brands from the store. I got this shipped directly from China. I dyed someone's hair with this a month ago. Forgot to wear gloves. The color is still on my hands." He raises his hands showing so find black markings. Nick bought the jar of him, hoping thisbwould be the answer to his problems.

The next day he dyed his hair. To his excitement the dye stayed on his hair the whole day. He woke up the next day, expecting to have to dye his hair again, but his hair was still jet black. A week goes by and the color was still holding strong.

For the fist time in a long time, Nick felt relaxed. He could finally focus on work, his girlfriend, hanging out with friends. But, all good things come to an end.

Late one night. Nick jolted awake. His body and face was extremely itchy. He itched at his body through the clothes he wore to bed. But, it didn't help. He reach for his face and felt a thick beard on his recently hairless face.

He ran to the bathroom and his heart sank as his eyes where hit with his reflection. His graying hair was back. But, that was the lease of his worries. On his face was a thick graying beard. His arms were now cover in forest of dark hair. As, dark gray hair also poked out of the neck of his shirt.

He began removing his clothes revealing that hair now covered almost every inch of his body. A body that for his entire life has been relatively hairless. He couldn't even grow a beard, just a day ago. Worst was the dark body hair was already beginning to go gray in different places.

If he already looked 40 with is graying hair, now he looked like he was well into his mide to late 40's with his graying beard and body hair.

In a panic, Nick's eyes began to tear up. "What the fuck is happening to me." He screamed. He felt like collapsing into a hairy ball of self pity. But, he buried his sadness. He had to do something about it. He rushed to a convenient store. And, bought everything he need to make himself hairless, again.

He shave his beard with a trimmer, followed by a razor. He smiled as he saw his clean shaving face. It just something else I have to add to the list of things I need to do know, he told himself. He continued to trim, shave, and put hair removing cream on different parts of his body. It took hours but he was finally done. He finished up with dying his hair one again.

He smiled as he looked like himself once again. But, the smile faded as he noticed a thick 5 o'clock shadow sat on his face again. His just laughed at how absurd everything happening to him was. And, he shaved his face again, twice in one morning. By the time he was done it was time to got to work. He brought extra shavers with him, just incase.

As the day went on, Nick noticed that a thick 5 o'clock shadow would come back every hour. And, ever hour he went to the work restroom to shave. Around lunch time, his body started itching. He went to the rest, again, as show his body hair was starting to grow back. Making his body very prickly and uncomfortable. What the fuck, he screamed in his head. There has to be something wrong with my hormones. He proceeded to reshape his face and any body hair that was covered by his suit, mainly his hands amd knuckles.

Later on, one of his coworkers walked in to hand Nick some paper work. "Oh, it's good to see your embracing the gray."

"Oh, yeah, thanks." Nick instinctively replied. He was a bit confused by what his friend meant. He pulled out his phone to see the dye was already out of his hair. What it doesn't even last a day anymore, he questioned himself.

Something was really wrong and Nick no longer could hide it. Instantly he dailed his medical insurance. "Hello, I would like to make an appointment with a hormone imbalance specialist." The operator replied that the closest appointment possible would be in the middle of March. Nick feared he could wait that long but, with out no other choice he booked the appointment.

But, would I be able to survive whatever is happening to my body until than, he asked himself.

[bitches-who-write]

Can you do headcanons siblings of the gang ? Like, how they act with them and how they treat them and how they let the gang act with them ?

Somewhat important note below~

So we know we said we take requests on a first come, first serve basis; however for the sake of time today (and due to the fact that we did not post anything last week) we decided to take on this request early. PLEASE do not be offended or upset if you are still waiting for your request! We promise we will be getting to them ALL. After this post now, we will go back to our fist come, first serve rule.

We have a few requests which we'll be writing longer stories for vs casual headcannons. Stories typically take us several hours to complete since your 2 lovely bitches who write do not live close enough to one another. We write together via FaceTime and Google Doc. We appreciate all your support and patience with us as we write you guys the best content possible! Enough rambling now, Enjoy these headcannons!!!

Patrick With A Little Sister-

Oh boy… Patrick is crazy over protective of his little sister.

Maybe the word should be obsessive and controlling instead~

He watches her every move. He even comes into her room as she sleeps just to occasionally check on her.

Whenever she gets out of Belch’s car heading to school, Patrick keeps a close eye on her again. Mentally noting everyone she talks to.

He makes sure everyone is in line. It doesn’t matter if it’s an adult or a kid. If they do something Patrick doesn’t like, they’re getting fucked up.

Patrick refuses to let guys talk to her. Only Henry, Vic and Belch are allowed to.

When Patrick isn’t around, he puts the other Bower’s Gang members in charge of her. And she knows well enough to listen to them.

He sometimes makes inappropriate comments about her, resulting in a smack off the head by the other guys.

Patrick LOVES to mess with her.

Always holding things over her head so she can’t reach.

Laughs as she tries to jump up and grab it from him.

He’ll lean down and rest his arms on the top of her head since she’s so much smaller than him.

When she doesn’t listen to Patrick, he will literally just pick her up and throw her over his shoulder and laugh as she struggles to get down.

Even though she’s a girl and a few years younger than him, doesn’t mean she’s safe from how rough Patrick gets.

He still wrestles her to the ground and puts her in a damn headlock.

Definitely gets a few bruises from Patrick playfully hitting her. (Patrick doesn't realize his own strength.)

One word… tickled. Patrick is always tickling the shit out of her to tease her.

It’s even worse when the entire Bower’s Gang joins in on torturing her.

Look… this is Patrick. So he still has a mean, sadistic side.

He gets off on fear so he loves to scare her anyway he can.

Whether that is by jumping out at her, or doing something dangerous and reckless like picking her up and dangling her over the cliff edge to the quarry. (she hates heights and doesn’t know how to swim.)

“Uh no! You’re slipping! Better hold on, sweetheart. I know you don’t know how to swim.” He chuckles darkly, smirking down at her as she grips onto his forearm tightly and cries.

Patrick doesn’t hesitate on the low- blows, either. Making comments that he knows will make her cry.

If she threatens to tell their parents on him, Patrick will grab her from behind agressively, making her gasp as he covers her mouth tightly and whisper tauntingly in her ear:

“Now, Now.. Just why would you say that? You know that only gets you in trouble, little one..” He chuckles darkly and tightens his grip in a painful manner.

Patrick With A Little Brother-

…… I think we all know how this ended…. Patrick disliked his little brother, Avery… a lot. You see, Patrick likes being the only male sibling. It’s less competition and less hassle for him. Only Patrick is allowed to make (more like break) the reputation of his family’s name in the small town of Derry, Maine. Bottom line, if Patrick had another little brother, it would result in the same outcome as Avery. Sorry.

Belch With A Little Sister-

Very protective. Does not let her out of his sight for a second.

Hovers over her when they walk in the woods so she doesn’t trip or fall down.

He brings her along when he goes out with the guys sometimes, unless he knows they will be partaking in illegal activities.

Keeps snacks in his car for whenever she rides with him and always makes sure she eats 3 proper meals during the day.

Not only does he have extra snacks but he has a first aid kit, too.

He’s always prepared knowing she’s small, so there’s a good chance she’ll accidentally get hurt hanging around the guys.

And yes, it has happened on more than one occeasion.

He checks on her during school and makes sure no one is messing with her.

After school, Belch makes sure she does her homework but never really helps her with it. Why would he? He doesn’t even do his own assignments.

For the most part, he’s pretty sweet but sometimes the big brother power goes to his head.

He makes her do her chores and his around the house.

If she ever did something wrong, Belch goes right to blackmail.

“I won’t let mom know about that F on your report card… only IF you wash my car everyday the rest of this week.

Henry purposely spills his drink on the hood of the car right after she just got down cleaning it.

“Opps.. looks like you missed a spot. Better get to it, kid.” Henry says mockingly as he ruffles her hair walking by.

Belch always makes sure she’s safe in bed by the end of the night though.

He even kisses the side of her head when the guys aren’t around.

Belch With A Little Brother-

He takes him under his wing.

Loves to talk about cars- the makes and models, horsepower, you name it.

Even though his little brother isn’t old enough to drive yet, that doesn’t stop Belch from giving him driving lessons.

But bet your life he threatens him before taking off. “I swear to fuck though man, if you crash my car, I will end you. Okay, now put it in reverse. Let’s go”

Belch watches sports with him and even plays in the backyard, as well.

Belch acts as if he’s his coach to prepare him for the school’s team.

He also teaches him how to properly lift weights and spots him, too.

Belch told him “the ladies love a man with muscles, so to keep lifting bro.”

Speaking of girls, Belch was the one who gave him ‘the talk’... in very elaborate and explicit detail leaving his brother shocked, disgusted, and intrigued all at once.

Although he does hang out with his brother from time to time, sometimes Belch chooses friends over family and takes off for long periods of time.

Belch for the most part tries to be patient with him, but still gives his brother tough love as a form of preparing him for the real world.

Overall, Belch is a pretty decent big brother.

He means well but sometimes misses the mark.

Henry With A Little Sister-

Their father works long shifts, often resulting in an absence in their home life.

Henry’s dad basically tells him he’s fully in charge of his little sister.

Henry acts pissed off about that like she’s a bother and interrupts his life but deep down, it makes him feel important for once in his life.

Henry is both very strict and protective over her.

He’s also very controlling such as who she’s allowed to talk to or what she’s allowed to wear.

Nothing short or low cut is allowed. She better not even think about talking back, either,

Henry doesn't have much patience for anything and his temper is even worse.

For example- Her short legs means she walks slower than the rest of them.

Henry rolls his eyes and ends up dragging her by her wrist or sometimes just throwing her over his shoulder because he can’t stand waiting for her.

When it comes time for school, Henry makes sure everyone knows she’s a Bowers. If anyone (child or adult) even just so much as looked at her funny, Henry is throwing hands.

Speaking of school, Henry doesn’t help her with any bit of projects or homework. “Don’t fuckin’ ask me! You do it, or don’t, I don't really give a shit.”

When it comes time for dinner, Henry makes simple stuff like peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, mac n’ cheese, or sometimes just fixes a bowl of cereal. But he always makes her clean up the mess / dishes after.

If she talks back, Henry has no problems getting in her face and yelling loudly.

Sometimes when his anger gets the best of him, he’ll smack her across the face.

He stiffens up when he sees the tears form in her eyes. Sometimes he just walks away and doesn’t want to deal with it, and other times he stands there stiffly and gives her an awkward hug.

“Sorry kid. I didn’t mean to hit you. You just pissed me the fuck off.”

Henry would never let anyone ever see this but occasionally he gives her a quick kiss to the side of her cheek when he’s feeling extra guilty. 

Similar to Patrick, Henry loves to get on her nerves.

Tripping her as she walks by.

Embarrassing her in front of the other guys just to see her blush.

Smacking her off the head as he walks by- her angry face makes Henry laugh.

Tickling her to make her admit something or as a form of punishment because he knows she hates that.

Barges in her room without knocking first.

Warns her she's never, ever allowed to have a boyfriend. And if she has a crush on either Vic, Belch, or Patrick...she’s dead meat.

Won’t allow her to drink alcohol or smoke. If she sneaks and does it, Henry teaches her a ‘lesson’.

“Find you wanna drink? Then here, take it. But now you have to drink the entire thing.”

He smirks and watches her get sick from the alcohol thinking that actually taught her a lesson and will deter her from it in the future.

Speaking of drinking-

When their dad comes home drunk, Henry is the one to take all his shit just to protect her because deep down he does care about her even though he calls her a “little fucking shit” daily.

Henry With A Little Brother-

In Henry's warped mind, his brother is a guy too, so he doesn’t need to be coddled like his little sister does.

If Henry has to withstand hits and verbal abuse, then his little brother should too. “Why should he get a pass?” Henry scoffs.

Henry gives him a lot of tough love.

He tries to make him ‘stronger’ by saying some really rotten shit to him. “Builds character, get used to it, kid.”

Henry does teach his brother how to fight though. “Put those stupid fuckin’ books down pussy. Books can’t teach you how to be a fucking man, but throwing punches will.”

Henry gave his little brother his own knife for his birthday.

He told him since he’s a Bowers, he's a target so it will come in handy~

Gives his brother “advice” on girls and sex; telling him which girls around town ‘put out’ the most.

One day when his brother asked Henry about a particular girl Henry responded with: “Ooh yeah, (random girl’s name), the only thing good about her is her pussy. Face is busted.”

Overall, Henry isn’t too bad towards his brother but once again, when his temper is raging, no one is safe from him.

Vic With A Little Sister-

Overly cautious and protective of her. He’s basically like a helicopter parent.

When the guys are swearing around her, he covers her ears and tells the guys to cut it out.

“Guys! Language!”

“I’m only a few years younger than you guys, I’m not a child!” she retorts.

Patrick, being classic creepy Patrick circles around her. “Just give it a few more years babe. Based on how your mom looks...” Patrick licks his lips envisioning Vic’s mother until Vic smacks him in the balls making Patrick hunch over in pain.

Vic likes to keep her in sight so right after school, he goes straight to her locker and makes sure she rides home with them, too.

When they get out of the car to bully some kids, Vic tells her to stay put. He doesn’t want her involved in anything.

When walking through the woods to the quarry, He always has a hand around her upper arm for support when climbing down the embankment.

He watches her like a hawk when swimming, so paranoid something will happen. Again, think helicopter parent

While he’s sweet for the most part, there’s times he just loses his temper.

He’ll explode and begin yelling at her, only inches from her face.

Sometimes when she does something really, really out of line, Vic will shove her into Henry and Patrick.

“Here guys, teach this little bitch a lesson for me. And don’t go easy on her.” Vic says walking off to calm down.

A part of him feels a little guilty when he sees her cry but other times he feels it’s justified.

He isn’t overly affectionate with her around the guys, the most he does is put an arm around her shoulder.

Sometimes sneaks behind her and tasers her sides and laughs when she jumps and collapses to the ground.

But when no one is around, he 100% gives the best hugs.

When she’s going to a sleepover at a girl-friend's house, Vic tells her to be safe and mumbles, “love you.”

Back at home before bed, Vic will tease her for being paranoid as she makes her way around the house, triple checking to make sure all the windows and doors are locked.

“What? Afraid the boogeyman is gonna getcha?” Vic mocks.

If she’s having a nightmare and calls for Vic, he’ll come and sit on the bedroom floor next to her bed until she falls asleep again.

Vic With A Little Brother-

Vic isn’t as protective over his little brother as he is with their little sister; but he still cares for him.

He just feels that his brother is able to hold his own while his sister needs more protection/ guidance.

He let’s his brother tag along with the guys. They all don’t mind. If anything, they refer to his little brother as Vic number 2.

He genuinely listens to his brother’s interests. Okay.. sometimes he zones out when he drones on and on but he always acts interested.

Vic is pretty book smart so he helps his brother with school work, especially in math.

Tries to make his brother more confident when it comes to talking / picking up girls.

Basically acts as his wing man.

The guys try to give his brother tips on how to pick up girls...Vic usually tells him to ignore everything they say because all that's gonna earn him is a slap in the face.

Tells him not to listen to Henry or Patrick for girl advice.. EVER.

He does teach his brother how to fight though.

Just because Vic is one of the sweeter ones in the gang; that doesn’t change the fact that he’s in a gang to begin with…

When his brother told him he was being picked on, Vic taught him how to fight, but also got involved himself.

Nothing like sending an intimidating message to a few assholes.

When Vic and his brother fight with each other, he doesn’t hold back just because that’s his little brother.

Overall, they get along for the most part and Vic is a pretty decent older brother to his siblings.