#this is so cringe but exam stress is getting to me and I need an outlet

[uchihasasukeycurufinweatarinke]

Bleach Coyote Starrk X Silmarillion Curufin

Ok so I should be studying for exams and that didn't work out the whole day so let's put the most cringe worthy thing that has been in my head for a long ass time. Btw I'm a huge fan of crossovers but I'm also very picky towards them so yeah this is probably weird as fuck but here goes nothing lol. This is just a way to get my two current blorbos to interact 😄

So Curvo dies and instead of going to Mandos he goes to Hueco Mundo and becomes an Arrancar.

I kinda have this whole AU just so that a. Coyote Starrk and Curvo can be friends or ship them and b. so Curvo can eat Gothmog and haunt Finrod.

I'm always on the Finrod had no right to go for the silmaril and demand his kingdom to go on a suicide charge for a couple who could have just eloped side.

So Curvo gets killed by Gwindor. How it happens is that after Luthien gets taken to Nargothrond, she manages to tell Celebrimbor that Beren has been captured along with Finrod. Celebrimbor, who is friends with Finduilas tells her this and she cries to Gwindor about it.

Gwindor confronts Curufin about it accusingly. Curufin actually really likes and cares about Finrod, (but not more than his brothers and his Oath, so he's still bitter about the betrayal from his perspective, knowing that going for the silmarils is dooming his his family), but he answers Gwindor extra cruelly. Taunting him and going, " Why don't you ask the rest of Nargothrond to save him? Oh wait, they won't go on a foolish suicide mission with no chance of success. " Finduilas who's also there cries for Finrod's death sentence and Gwindor snaps. He kills Curufin, completely cutting his head of.

Then what he did dawns on him and he and Finduilas hide the body while feeling super guilty, cause kinslaying is still kinslaying no matter how much you hate the guy.

Keep reading for the Bleach part😆

Now we get to the Bleach part! This is where the fun Shonen stuff begins!

Honestly the concept of hollows, when read with the Silmarillion mood still there, is such a horror tragedy. In Tolkien language they're basically kinslaying cannibalizing wraiths. Like even Morgoth doesn't make monsters that tragic.

Like re watching the first Bleach episodes and it's like holy shit those hollows were so creepy, then so sad and tragic cause they were your family, they just wanna stay with you after death then they can't help but hunger for you. A silm character AU of going through the plot of Orihime's brother's episode, oh the angst! That's like the worst kind of kinslaying! Loving your family so much you wanna eat them so they'll never leave you!

So yeah rotating hollow Curvo in my mind😃

But I want this story to have two perspectives with wildly different genres of a fun action packed Shonen kicking enemy ass and a horror tragedy movie of being haunted by your dead kin.

And since Curvo is my fave I'm spoiling him. He gets cool Arrancar powers and kicks ass and gets revenge for Feanor and Maedhros like an overpowered isekai protagonist.

But everyone around him especially Finrod and including his brothers are in a horror movie and for once it's not even Morgoth's fault.

I like Finrod, but whenever fics and metas have him as an angel and bash Curvo and Celegorm I get super annoyed, so he gets maximum horror here 🤣

Gonna type part 2 cause this post feels too long.

[sutorus]

HEART SHAKER

PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader

WC: ~1k

WARNINGS: established relationship, suggestive language, flirting, attempts at humor. fluff, somehow.

A/N: super freaking unedited i just had to get this out bc i can’t believe it’s not smut LOL

“god, you’re squeezing me so hard, sweetheart.”

you look up through your eyelashes at your boyfriend, brows set low in a warning. he only smirks. 

you pump harder. 

“oh fuck, it’s so tight right now.”

you huff in annoyance, slapping both hands down on your legs. 

“can you stop? i lost count!”

satoru laughs at you, throwing his head back. 

you cringe at how loud his movements sound in your ears, the stethoscope you were using still pressed to his skin. 

you release the pressure on the cuff around his arm, sighing deeply. 

“once again, i’m going to ask you,” you enunciate the words slowly, your eyes aiming at his, right behind that blindfold. “why don’t you have shoko do this?”

you’re sure if it were her measuring his blood pressure she could get actual accurate results. 

satoru tilts his head, smiling sweetly. 

“and why would i do that?” he singsongs. “you’re the prettiest little doctor around.”

“resident,” you correct him. 

you wish so badly that he was due for a vaccine or something, just so you would have an excuse to stab him. 

of course, you weren't complaining. you’re incredibly lucky that shoko took you under her wing once you got a job at the school. you weren’t able to master reverse cursed technique at her level quite yet, but you were just as good of a regular doctor as she was. 

it didn’t matter how good you were though, because you weren’t a pediatrician or a saint, and it takes one of either to deal with gojo satoru as a patient. 

“why do we even bother with check ups?” he asks, leaning back on the exam table. “i am literally healing my body twenty-four-seven.”

you roll your eyes, grabbing the light test hammer. 

“what kind of question is that? sit up straight,” you shuffle on your chair, getting in between his too-spread legs. whore. 

satoru shrugs, kicking his dangling feet. “a valid one.”

you bring the hammer down hard on his knee to check his reflexes. naturally, it stops just shy of his leg. 

you don’t even have to look. you know he’s smirking again. 

“turn infinity off.”

“‘turn infinity off’? you’re so cute,” he replies. you try to hit him with the hammer again to no avail. “i need to teach you some combat skills, girl.”

“and i need to examine you,” you get up off your seat, facing him. satoru leans in with a grin. “behave.”

he won’t. 

“wanna play doctor?” 

you ignore his voice and the obvious glee in it, a retort dying on your tongue because you do actually have to carry out a check up, to the best of your abilities. 

grabbing your clipboard, you skim through his most recent health assessment records.

he complained about a migraine to shoko. 

it makes your heart seize for just a moment, to think of all the stress satoru puts himself through to have his technique active at all times. 

“how’s your head?” you ask him. 

“you tell me,” his foot grazes the back of your knee, coaxing you closer. “any complaints?”

a dissatisfied sound comes out of your mouth as you press your hands to his chest instinctively, forcing distance between you two. 

“satoru, please.”

“do you worry, baby?” he reaches out to tentatively hold the side of your face. “don’t worry about me.”

“it’s literally my job,” you trail off, head dropping. 

satoru lifts your chin up and presses his lips to yours for a second or two. 

“sorry, sorry,” he says before you can chastise him. “couldn’t help it. you look so cute all worked up.”

at this point you just twist your lips disapprovingly, putting the stethoscope earpieces back on. 

you press it to his chest and listen as he breathes in and out. 

“satoru,” you frown. “are you okay?”

“hmm?”

you look at him knowingly, a smirk of your own blooming on your face. 

“why is your heart beating so fast?”

at that, your awful, awful boyfriend finally has the decency to blush. 

“and you’re breathing so hard, too—“

“it’s hard, alright—“

“—we might have to schedule some follow up exams,” you click your pen to fill out the form, neglecting the way he leans into you. 

“anytime,” he huffs out, breath skirting on your face where you stand between his knees. “do i get a lollipop for being such a good boy?”

“no,” you reply, taking a step forward. “but you can have this.”

you plant a kiss on his lips, letting it linger for longer than it should as he holds your hips tightly.

he hums contentedly when you pull away.

“mm, smart and generous,” satoru noses your jawline. “how did i get so lucky?”

you fight the sudden shyness rising up at his words.

“the same way i got so unlucky,” you smile at his pout. “life’s just not fair.”

he coos.

“you sweettalk all your patients or am i special?”

despite your best efforts not to, you grin at that.

“the most special,” you say, interlocking your fingers. “now get back to work.”

satoru grumbles a complaint but hops off the table nonetheless.

“thanks a bunch for seeing me, doc,” he leans down to hover his face right above yours. you push him away with a fingertip to his forehead.

“no problem. now shoo.”

you walk up to your desk to hopefully do some actual work now that your most special patient is leaving.

“ah, but i was wondering—“

“yes?” you don’t bother looking up from your paperwork.

“if you could give me some anatomy lessons sometime—“

“out!”

he slips out the door before you can turn around to see it.

you take a deep breath.

you love satoru to death, but you’re beginning to understand why shoko picked up smoking as a stress reliever.

[yangfleurs]

he calls you clingy (pt. 2)

maknae line

pt. 1

jisung

your fingers pressed keys like you were running on autopilot. it had been hours since your argument with jisung at the convenience store and you had no time to so much as even process how upset you were still about it. instead, your eyes stayed glued to the laptop screen, the same way it had been for the past few hours, all the way from the afternoon to well into the night.

you stretched a little, feeling delirious at this point. the soft, continuous grumbles in your stomach had quickly morphed into a gnawing, unbearable pain. you were starving, and with no money in your pockets and your food with jisung, you were stuck sipping on water to momentarily satiate you. 

not only were you running on a stomach so empty it felt like it was trying to digest itself, but you were beyond exhausted. you had been hunched in the same position for the entire time you had been in the library, only getting up once to use the restroom. the worst part was that you still had a whole page left to write, and it was only a matter of time until the library closed. even with finals scheduling, the library would close at midnight---only half an hour from now.

you sighed, focusing back in on your paper, praying you would be able to finish it in the remaining time. you typed quickly, putting in your best effort. just as you had gotten back into your paper, a familiar voice perked your ears up.

“y/n? y/n! are you here?” jisung’s loud voice permeated the quiet library, making you cringe. you knew he’d be getting shushed by the librarian any second now and just as you thought it, an aggressive “shhh!” came just in time, making jisung apologize in a still very audible “sorry”.

as much as you wanted to turn and lead him to you, you were still pissed. he didn’t come for you when you walked away from him, you weren’t going to help him find you after the fact. you went back to work, letting him search cluelessly. it’s the very least he should suffer after what he’d put you through earlier in the day. you yawned, getting back to your work.

“y/n! did you not hear me yell for you?” you heard a voice next to you whisper-yell suddenly. you jumped, turning to face an obviously stressed out jisung.

“I did.” you muttered plainly, turning back to your work, “I don’t have time for you right now. you can leave.” 

you saw jisung flinch a little at your callous tone, but you didn’t care even a little. you were busy and if he got to be an asshole, you could be a little selfish and worry about your own issues, too.

“y/n, please, we need to talk.” he said in exasperation.

“again, I’m busy. leave.”

“I’m sorry!” he blurted out.

“I don’t care, jisung. you had literal hours to do this, where the hell were you?” you sighed, “and besides, right now is not a good time. I need to finish this.” you mumbled.

“I thought you needed space. y/n, please---”

“jisung. go. home.” you said sternly, eyes never leaving the computer.

he gulped, finally relenting to your tone, but not before grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“I will wait outside until you’re done.” he told you firmly, turning and speeding off before you got a chance to protest.

you just sighed. you checked the time---twenty minutes. you just needed to crank out another half a page and you would be done. you forced yourself to keep your eyes open and ignore the aches in your stomach as you willed yourself to continue typing.

♡♡♡

you stretched, feeling accomplished as you stumbled out of the doors of your school library fifteen minutes past midnight. the librarian kindly let you finish your paper after a desperate plea and you turned in the paper early. you would be able to focus on other things now, like studying for your upcoming exams and---

“y/n!”

jisung.

you didn’t walks towards him, letting him come over to you to talk. you didn’t say anything, not wanting to deal with the hurt he’d caused even now. you held your breath as you waited for him to join you.

“babe,” he sighed. “I’m so sorry.”

“are you?” you replied nonchalantly, rolling your eyes.

“I-I am! I feel really terrible about how I treated you a-and it wasn’t fair to you.” he stuttered, picking at the skin of his fingers.

you hummed, feeling the exhaustion settle into you once again. “I don’t forgive you.” you said.

“w-what?” he grabbed your arm abruptly, making you face him. “why?” he asked meekly.

you took a deep, deep breath before you finally decided to spill. “you basically called me a needy bitch in front of the convenience store employee and made me seem like a clingy child. not to mention, you didn’t even bother to find me to apologize until hours after the fact. there’s literally no excuse for that, jisung. you had no right to make me feel so awful.” you sniffled a little as the hurt hit you again like a fresh wave.

“I know there’s no excuse, y/n. that’s why all I can say is that I’m really sorry. I mean it, I really do.” he said softly, looking down.

“whatever, I just want to go home.” you mumbled. you clearly weren’t going to get an explanation from him and you were too tired to put up a fight. you just wanted to go home, raid the fridge, and then knock out.

you both walked home in silence, neither one of you wanting to break the tension between you both. as you finally arrived to your apartment, jisung opened the door and let you in first. he made a beeline for the bedroom without a word, closing the door behind him as a way to tell you he needed to be alone. you rolled your eyes and sighed. of course he needed to be alone once again, even after being without you for the whole day. 

you shedded your jacket and left it on the couch. you headed straight to the kitchen, looking for something that would satiate you. but as you passed the dining table you saw a covered bowl with a sticky note stuck to it.

my y/n,

it isn’t a lot and I know it isn’t enough for me to earn your forgiveness but I hope it’s enough to fill your stomach for now. I’m so sorry, and I love you always.

jisung

you uncovered the bowl and found a big serving of omurice, decorated with lots of cut up vegetables and a cute ketchup heart to top it. it was falling apart but it warmed your heart. you were touched; it was obvious jisung had worked really hard on it, and considering how he was usually terrible at cooking to the point where he never tried, this was a big step of sincerity from him. it was as if you could feel his apology radiating from the warm meal.

you made your way straight to your bedroom without a second thought, ignoring the obvious sign of jisung wanting to be alone and bursting through the door. you were met with a jisung curled up in bed, completely wrapped up in the sheets and staring up at the ceiling. his head snapped towards you.

“thank you for cooking for me.” you gulped, as you met his eyes.

he looked at you blankly, blinking a couple times. he then started tearing up, and a few spilled tears soon became an unstoppable faucet pouring out of his eyes.

you rushed over to him, wiping the tears as he cried loudly.

“I’m r-really s-sorry, y-you know that r-right?” he wailed, wrapping his blanket-covered arms around you.

“I know, I know. it’s okay.” you rubbed his back to soothe him.

“I just wanted to be alone and I took it too far and I know I shouldn’t have been so harsh, you’re never too clingy for me, I shouldn’t have ever accused you of something so stupid, and I should’ve ran after you, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” he rambled, holding you tighter.

you shushed him lightly, holding him tightly and telling him everything was okay. you both stayed like that until jisung had finally calmed down from full waterworks to an occasional soft hiccup. you slowly pulled away to meet his eyes. you smiled a little to reassure him and he returned it, sniffling lightly. he stood up and grabbed your hand.

“come on, I’m gonna watch you eat every last bite. my poor baby must be starving.” he pouted, dragging you to the dining table.

“what if it’s bad?” you quirked an eyebrow at him as you sat down at the table.

“you’ll eat it anyway because you’re hungry and you love me so much.” he nodded with conviction, scooping the food into your mouth.

“mmm...salty.” you mumbled as you chewed.

��hmmm what was that? it’s good? thank you, baby.” he complimented himself as he shoveled another bite into your already full mouth.

you laughed loudly, almost choking on your food, making jisung laugh with you.

felix

the doorknob of your front door jingling and creaking open is what awakens you from your deep sleep. you groaned, slowly opening your eyes to see felix bent down and undoing his shoes.

“hey, baby! I missed you so much earlier today and changbin said I should come down here and sleep at your place instead of the dorms and I thought it was such a great idea, I have so much to talk to you about---” he rambled on as he put his jacket away and put his shoes on the shoe rack.

you don’t say anything as he shuffles around, immediately sending warning signals off in felix’s head. he finally turned to look at your spot on the sofa and his eyes widened as he took in your bleak appearance.

“y/n...what’s wrong?” he asked softly, rushing over to comfort you, “bad day, baby?” he whispered, going to wrap his arms around you. you flinched out of grip and stood up abruptly, walking away from him with no particular destination in mind. you just couldn’t stand to be comforted by the same person who had put you in this awful condition in the first place.

“y/n?” the panic in his voice was clear as day, “did I do something, love? come on, let’s talk about it. please?” he scurried towards you anxiously, gently gripping your wrist. he stood behind you, waiting for you to open up. you gulped and sighed shakily.

“go back to the dorms, I’m tired and you woke me up.” your voice cracked as you walked away from him and into your bedroom, locking the door so you could break down.

“y-y/n!” he knocked against the door, “baby, please tell me what’s wrong.” he yelled in distress. you curled up in your bed, using your pillow to muffle your crying. you didn’t even notice the knocking stop after a while past the sound of your own sobs. you couldn’t be bothered to check what happened, too exhausted by your emotions and an entirely too overwhelming day. you soon fell asleep to the sound of your own hiccuping cries.

♡♡♡

you woke up the next morning feeling renewed and with a fresh perspective. you washed your face in the bathroom and combed out your hair. after a long night of sporadic crying and contemplating, you had made up your mind, deciding you would give felix exactly what he wanted. if he thought you needed too much attention, then you could just stop seeking that attention from him. as much as it made your heart ache, you swallowed the pain and told yourself this was what felix wanted. you headed out of the bedroom and found felix at the foot of your door.

“y/n? are you alright, baby? do you want to talk about last night?” felix shot up right away, shaking all signs of drowsiness off as soon as he saw you.

“I’m fine, just a rough day at work.” you smiled, walking past him. you made your coffee as he joined you in the kitchen.

“you’re sure?” he asked cautiously, wrapping his arms around your waist. you froze up a little, not leaning into his touch like you would usually.

you hummed and ignored the suspicious look on his face. you poured your coffee and quickly rushed out of the kitchen.

“you aren’t making mine?” he pouted. it was your daily routine to make both of your coffees, but you couldn’t. not anymore, anyways.

“nope, gotta head out. bye, lix.” you said quickly, not even stopping to kiss him or tell him “I love you”. 

“alright, I love you!” he yelled after you. a door shutting was the only reply he received.

♡♡♡

as much as your sudden cold attitude bothered felix, he knew he didn’t have time right now to worry about it. it weighed heavy on him though, and the members could tell as soon as he started practicing.

“you alright, lix?” chan asked him, throwing him a water bottle, “it’s not like you to miss steps, especially in the chorus.” 

“I don’t know, hyung,” he sighed, “y/n’s been acting weird. she hasn’t texted all day, she didn’t stay to eat with us yesterday and then she texted earlier saying she couldn’t come by for lunch after practice, either. I’m just confused and worried.” he spilled to his best friend.

“well, did you try to talk to her? maybe she’s just busy with work.” chan suggested.

“no, I know y/n. and I’ve seen her busy with work, and this isn’t it. there is something else bothering her, but she won’t talk to me about it.” he sat down, feeling defeated.

“go home early today. you’re not gonna get anything done here when your mind is somewhere else.” chan said, patting him on the back before heading back to practice.

felix didn’t argue with him at all. he wanted nothing more than to go home to you and relieve some of the anxiety he felt. he quickly packed his things and waved a goodbye to the members before heading to your apartment. he walked slowly, thinking through all of the things he wanted to ask you. his mind raced as he thought of all the possible reasons you could be acting the way you did. he walked up the familiar stairs of your apartment complex and took a deep breath as he stood in front of your door. he let himself in and saw you watching tv on the couch.

“hey.” he announced his presence as he took his shoes and jacket off.

“hi.” you said shortly, glancing at him for a quick second before going back to the show. not just any show either, but the show you were watching together with felix.

“you’re watching without me?” his heart sank. even if it was a small thing, it hurt him.

“yeah, I got tired of waiting, sorry.” you mumbled, not looking at him.

“y/n.”

“hm?”

“we need to talk.”

“about...?”

he grabbed the remote out of your hand abruptly, quickly shutting off the tv and standing in front of you.

“baby, what is the matter? I know you and this isn’t like you at all. talk to me, please?” he asked desperately, sitting next to you on the sofa and holding your hand in between his. you stayed silent, not wanting to look at him. you knew the second you did, you wouldn’t be able to keep your guard up any longer. you avoided his eyes, pulling your hand away from him.

“I’m fine.” you muttered, picking at the fabric of your pants to distract yourself.

“no, you’re not,” felix’s voice cracked, “and it’s killing me that you won’t tell me. I’m so worried I can’t even eat, sleep, or work, I can’t think of anything except you.” you knew that tone in his voice too well and it sent a rush of panic through your spine. he weeped quietly, trying to hide the soft whimpers that escaped him and wiping his cheeks furiously.

you got up, suddenly feeling suffocated. you rushed to the bedroom so you could let your tears run free away from felix. the tears rolled down your face freely and even the clamped hand over your mouth wasn’t enough to hide the sobs rising from within you. as much as you wanted to hold it together for felix, you couldn’t stand the sight of him upset or hurting. it was too much for your heart to bear.

you heard the sound of light footsteps enter the bedroom as you cried. in the midst of your panic, you realized that you’d neglected to lock the door behind you. you felt felix’s arms snake around your waist as he pulled you flush against him. he buried his face into your shoulder, saying nothing.

“what’s hurting my baby this much, hm?” he whispered into your ear, still sniffling and tearing up.

you turned to face him, putting some distance between the both of you. you couldn’t stand it anymore. this was clearly hurting you more than you could handle and it wasn’t making felix happy either, so what was the point? you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“you think I’m clingy and needy for attention! I overheard you talking to chan y-yesterday so don’t even try lying!” you wailed out, crying inconsolably.

“is that what this is about?” he cried out.

“so it’s true?” you yelled out, crying even harder at his immediate acceptance.

“y/n, oh my god! if you had just listened for another five seconds none of this would’ve happened,” he held your face with both hands, wiping your tears aways with his thumbs. “I did say you were clingy and that you needed a lot more attention than what I’m used to. but I love those things about you, baby. I love taking care of you, it makes me so happy. and I love that you do just as much for me.” he smiled through his tears as he looked you in the eyes.

“really? you said that?” you sniffled.

“yes, I swear! do you want me to call chan? I can call him, he’ll tell you the same thing, I promise.” 

“I believe you.” you hiccuped. you reached over and wiped his tears as he wiped yours.

“I love you.” he sighed contently, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing the top of your head firmly.

“I love you, too.” you mumbled into his chest.

“if you really love me,” he quipped, “you’ll restart the new episode so we can watch together.”

“okay, come on!” you giggled, running back to the living room with his hand tightly holding yours.

seungmin

you woke up with a soft groan as your eyes met the pitch black darkness of your living room. your neck and back ached as you sat up and checked the time on your phone.

4:50 a.m.

you sighed, getting up to use the bathroom when you stumbled on something hard in front of you. 

“shit!” you yelled, catching yourself on the coffee table before you fell.

“what, what happened?” the something, or someone rather, in front of you said frantically as he shot up from his sleep.

“seungmin? why the hell are you asleep on the floor?” you asked him, bewildered.

“are you okay, first of all?” he asked, still catching his breath from the adrenaline rush of being kicked awake.

“yes, I’m fine. explain yourself.” you crossed you arms and looked down at him.

he stayed quiet, picking at his fingers and pulling the blanket on him closer to his chest. seeing he wasn’t budging, you sighed and turned.

“wh-where are you going?” he blurted out.

“the bathroom. you figure out an explanation before I come back.” you yawned, walking away to use the restroom. you took your time, trying hard to fight the drowsiness that kept washing over you. you hated being awake at this time of the night, and knowing the conversation waiting ahead of you, you dreaded leaving the comfort of your bathroom even more.

after a solid fifteen minutes, you dragged yourself back to the living room, where seungmin had moved up onto the couch with his blanket. he passed you a cup of tea as you sat next to him and pulled your blanket over you. he took a deep breath and looked down at his own cup.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he mumbled, “how could I? when you were asleep in the living room by yourself? I couldn’t stop thinking about something bad happening. what if someone came in and hurt you?” he sighed shakily, “so I thought I should come sleep next to you, even if it meant sleeping on the floor. then, if something did happen, I could protect you.” he looked to the side, clearly embarrassed at how vulnerable he was being with you.

you reached out and intertwined your fingers with his and kissed the top of his hand. “I’m really grateful for you,” you smiled weakly, “but we do still have to talk about what you said before we went to sleep.” you reminded him.

he cringed at the memory before he spoke up again. “I’m sorry. I know it’s no excuse but practice has been exhausting me to the point where I can’t even think about anything other than resting. I know you meant well trying to get me to eat, you always do. I’m grateful for it---for you---even if I have a shitty way of showing it.” he gave you an apologetic half smile as you leaned on his shoulder and hummed.

“to be fair, i was kind of pushy.” you chuckled.

“you were right to be, I would’ve done the same if it was you.” he nodded.

“well, the sun is already rising and we both skipped dinner, so...” you thought carefully, “you’re forgiven if you pay for breakfast.” you winked.

“deal! go put on your jacket.” he said giddily, getting up to grab his own.

jeongin

you huffed, still buzzing from the anger of the situation that happened only moments ago. you couldn’t believe jeongin lied about you to his friends so blatantly like that, making you look bad just so he could save face. you buckled yourself into your car and took a deep breath, trying to calm down a little before driving. you knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to drive while your emotions were raging, but you had to get away from the dorms, and jeongin, as soon as possible to escape the embarrassment you felt.

you drove off towards your home, your mind wandering as you tried to think about anything but jeongin. you sighed, hoping for your phone to go off any moment with a text or call from jeongin soon. as upset as you were, you didn’t want something so stupid to jeopardize your relationship.

 as if it read your mind, your phone started ringing. you snapped your head towards the passenger seat to see who it was out of instinct. you went to check your phone and subconsciously started steering towards the right. out of nowhere, your steering was met with a harsh stop and you jerked forward, hitting your chest against the steering wheel. you groaned at the pain, looking up to see that you had hit a pole to the side of the road when you had gotten distracted. 

the phone kept ringing as you reached over to grab it, feeling an agonizing pain shoot through your abdomen. you declined the call coming from jeongin and dialed for an ambulance.

♡♡♡

you laid quietly in the hospital bed, breathing shallowly to not aggravate the pain you were in. the doctor checked you carefully before turning to let you know your condition.

“alright, y/n, looks like you just strained your neck a little and have a bruised rib. these will heal on their own with some time, but I’ll prescribe some meds to help with the pain.” the doctor told you, smiling as you nodded.

“we’ve contacted your guardian to come get you. you can fill out the release papers in the meantime.” the nurse said, handing you a clipboard. 

you gulped, filling out the information as you thought of how jeongin was probably reacting to being told you were at the hospital for a car accident. just moments later, you heard his voice fill the hospital with a panicked air as he asked the receptionist for you. you felt his eyes on you as the receptionist directed him towards you. you heard his hurried steps as he walked to where you were.

“y/n! oh my god, baby, are you okay? they said you were in an accident, but they didn’t tell me how bad it was, let me check you.” he started poking at you immediately, lifting your arms and legs to check for bruising. you hissed loudly as he tilted your head, feeling the burning pain in your neck from the strain.

“shit, did I hurt you?” he gasped as he stepped away from you.

“I’m okay,” you sighed, “ just a strained neck and a bruised rib.” you mumbled.

“I’m so sorry about earlier, y/n. I was out of line lying like that just to save face in front of the boys. I told them the truth right after you left.” he looked down, ashamed.

“it’s okay, but if you ever do it again, jeongin, I won’t be so forgiving. that shit hurts.” you sighed, receiving an earnest nod from him.

“I promise. now tell me, what happened, y/n?” he asked you gently, holding your hands and crouching to meet your eyes.

“it’s not important.” you muttered. you knew jeongin, and you knew if you told him that the reason you crashed your car was to answer his call, it would crush him.

“ please?” he coaxed you, squeezing your hands.

“I-I went to check my phone and got distracted,” you whispered. 

he dropped your hands right away, getting up and distancing himself from you, “jeongin---”

“It’s my fault, I’m sorry.” he stood away from you, not daring to look at you. he was tearing up and you knew it. the guilt was evident on his face as he wiped his face harshly, “I’m sorry.” his voice cracked.

“jeongin, why would it be your fault? it’s just an unfortunate situation. besides, I’m okay.” you smiled at him, slowly getting up to get closer to him.

“you might’ve not been.” he sighed shakily.

“but I am. and that’s what matters.” you hugged him cautiously, cringing a little at the pain radiating from your ribs.

“hey come on, sit down, you’re already in so much pain.” he nagged, leading you back to the hospital bed.

“baby, can I ask something from you?” he turned to listen to you.

“anything.” he nodded intently.

“get me out of here.” you moaned.

“on it!” he chuckled, kissing you on the forehead and getting up.

[01zfan]

talk to me | l. sh

boyfriend!sohee x reader | 3.7k words

repost because i kinda messed up on the original post if you’ve seen this before no you haven’t

contains: fingering (fem. receiving)

you and sohee lay on his couch while a tv show plays on his laptop. whatever is happening flies over your heads, focused on more important tasks at hand. you lean against the side of the couch, desperately pulling at sohee’s clothes so he comes closer to you. one hand is on the armrest of the couch, caging your body against sohee. his other hand feels every part of your body, rushed like you might disappear at any moment. 

your lips are locked in a messy makeout session. teeth clash and spit is swapped between the two of you. you an barely breathe and are on the verge of passing out before sohee pulls away from you. you can make out your reflection in his blown out eyes. you see a string of spit connecting your lips to his. sohee sees it too, swiping his tongue to break the string.

you match his appearance, lips glossy from spit and swollen from sucking. your hair is mused to say the least. you run your hands through sohee’s hair just for fun. you get a kick out of seeing the strands stick up twice as crazy as yours.

“do you think we have time?” you ask. 

it was hard to have alone time with sohee. exams and studying had you both on separate schedules. some days you felt like a gerbil on a wheel, running around in circles to do assignments for classes you hated. sohee had his fair share of stress too, workload just as overwhelming as yours. moments like these with sohee helped you get rid of the stress, but being under a time constraint sometimes did more harm than good. sohee grabbed his phone to check his messages.

“we have awhile. my parents told me they’re running errands all day today.” sohee says smiling. 

he smiles all the way to your neck, kissing the skin. you raise your hands to rest on his shoulders, lightly massaging out a hard knot on his back.

“they know im here?” you ask. 

his parents didn’t hate you, but like most parents they were strict. when you came over you had to be in an open space atleast an arm length away. his parents were sweet but there’s no way they would allow for just you two to be alone together.

“got anton to tell them we’re all studying together.” sohee said in between kisses.

after hearing the cover story you can let yourself fully relax into the armrest of the couch. sohee attacks your neck with kisses and bites. you occasionally have to tap his head to remind him that he can’t leave a mark.

“sohee calm down.” you say giggling. 

you lightly push on his shoulders to get him to pull away. his chest is still heaving, he didn’t even let himself fully catch his breath before going back in.

“sorry.” he says kissing your chest. 

you think about what you want next. sohee is only separated from your body by only a few layers of clothing. you put your hands on his arms to get him to stop kissing your collarbone. he stops mid kiss, staring at your skin.

“you say we have time right?” you ask. sohee looks up at you immediately.

“yes we have time. we have all the time in the world, actually.” sohee says a little to quickly. 

you adjust yourself on the couch, sitting up a little bit more. sohee moves backwards a little bit to give you the space you need.

“do you think we have enough time to…” you can’t bring yourself to finish your sentence. 

you don’t have any doubts when it comes to having sex with your boyfriend, you guys have done it a few times before. but something about the word sex just feels so vulgar and a little cringe to you. lucky for you sohee understands what you mean. you think he might’ve gotten whiplash by how fast he nods his head.

“we do. we definitely do.” sohee says quickly.

“okay cool.” you say while looking at sohee. 

you two maintain eye contact for a tad too long, trying to figure out what to do next.

as you reach for your blouse sohee does the same, getting off the couch to quickly take off his vest to unbutton his shirt underneath. you watch attentively as you take of your shirt. 

you rid yourself of your shirt and school skirt quickly. you lay down on the couch in just your intimates. you liked leaving those last garments for your boyfriend to take off. no matter how frantic he was taking off his clothes he always removed yours slowly and with such care. it also made you always super giddy seeing sohee so excited to see your body. you couldn’t help but be excited to when he nearly jumped back on the couch in just his plaid boxers. 

sohee always started with taking off your socks. he brings your legs to his lap to carefully, running a hand up and down your calf. sohee pulls off your socks one by one. it made you feel like a doll how gently he handled you, taking your legs out of his lap tenderly.

sohee comes up from the end of the couch to bring you in for another kiss, his hands massaging your breasts over your simple bra. he almost drools at the sight of your chest and the way your nipple slightly spills out from your bra. sohee finds himself drawn to it, sucking on your half hidden areola. he takes in some of the bra, but he doesn’t care because you arch your back into his mouth and run your hands through his hair.

“help me take my bra off sohee.” you whine. 

your desperation makes sohee move quickly. he reaches his hands behind your back and unclasps your bra on the second try. he carefully bring the back of the bra to the front, helping you out of the straps. when your bra is discarded somewhere in the room, sohee takes in the sight of your chest. he loves looking at them first before taking them in his hands. he’s captivated by your supple skin, kneading your breasts in his hands. you tilt your head to the side and hum gratefully at how sohee is taking such good care of you. 

sohee feels nervous looking up from your boobs to your face. the way you look at him has his cheeks dusted in a rosy red and his ears feeling hot. every time sohee has you like this he gets nervous. he has never been able to explain why he gets so antsy at the thought of you during sex. he is someone who has always driven by pleasure. he worries that sometimes in the heat of the moment he may forget about your pleasure too. the thought of having someone so beautiful in his hands sometimes made the butterflies in his stomach painful to endure. 

but sohee has different things on his mind. why he gets the right to see your bare body or be the one that gets to give you pleasure is a question for a later time. right now, sohee is focusing on the tiny pink bow that is attached to the waistband of your panties.

“this is cute” sohee says, pinching the tiny bow in his fingers.

“i think they’d be better off, yeah?” you say. 

you lean against the back of the couch to give sohee more leverage to take the garment off of you. sohee takes your panties off and throws them in the same pile his clothes are in. if he’s lucky he will be able to put your panties in his pocket as a little souvenir for later.

he has to bite his tongue to not say “wow” at your naked body. the way you are laying for him on the couch has sohee almost seeing stars. even in the dimly lit living room your body is glowing. sohee’s eyes scan over your body methodically, like he is trying to remember every curve, every hair, every square inch of flesh. he can barely focus on anything else.

“can i take those off of you?” you ask pointing at his boxers.

sohee nods and moves to lay against the couch. he maneuvers his body the same way you did yours so you can take off his boxers easily. sohee sees you look over his body, and he wonders if you are trying to memorize him too.

“there’s a condom in the back pocket of my pants.” sohee says, reaching for his clothes pile.

“uhm sohee,” you say quietly. he stops reaching for the clothes to look at you. “”i don’t think you’re hard enough.”

sohee has never had this happen to him before. he was young and always ready to go at a moments notice, especially when it came to you. just the thought of you wanting you had him ready to go instantly. so when you said he wasn’t hard enough, he sat up almost immediately to see for himself. sure enough, he was flaccid. saying he had a semi would be generous. he was mortified as he looked to you.

“oh wow.” is all he could say.

“if you aren’t in the mood, it’s okay. we can just kiss.” you say kindly.

sohee wanted you more than anything, so he was very confused as to why his dick wasn’t with the program.

“i want to. i want to so bad. i don’t know what’s wrong.” sohee said. 

even after giving his dick a few experimental strokes, nothing happened. confused wasn’t the word to describe how he was feeling anymore, especially when he looked at your pretty face covered in worry. he was perplexed by his inability to perform. he ran through his memory bank of things that he had to lock away to not get a boner in public. images of you bending over, calling out his name, and wearing revealing outfits flashed across his mind. still nothing.

sohee still wanted to touch you. any other time he would’ve called it quits, maybe take a nap or something. he blames it on the heated make out session and the fact that you two were alone. he was still tittilated, thinking about your tongue and the bow that was on your panties. he looked at you perched on the couch next to him. you now had your intimate areas covered, but sohee wanted to see all of you more than anything. he completely abandoned his own pleasure letting his dick fall on against stomach. he sits up on the couch, letting his legs fall over the side. sohee reaches to you, and you grab his hand.

“can i touch you?” sohee says. 

you think for a second. although the circumstance of sohee not getting hard is a little peculiar, it doesn’t change the fact that you are worked up and aching to be touched. you nod and move yourself over to him. sohee turns you around and pulls you towards him, letting your back rest on his legs and your head rest on the side of the couch next to him. you adjust a little, letting yourself get comfortable. sohee moves your legs so they bend at the knee. your legs closest to the edge of the couch rests on the coffee table.

“i’m gonna try something okay?” sohee says looking down at you. “tell me if you don’t like it.” you nod and let out a breath, fully relaxing into your boyfriend.

sohee uses his hand to slowly move down your body. like he perfectly split you in half, he uses a finger to slowly trace down between the valley of your breasts all the way to your bellybutton. he slowly traces tiny shapes around your abdomen and places a quick kiss to your forehead. you close your eyes, focusing on his voice and the feeling of his soft hands on you.

“your body is so hot.” sohee says quietly. “you’re so hot it makes me nervous. maybe that’s why i couldn’t get hard.”

sohee laughs dryly as he continues his hand down. you grab onto the bicep of his other arm, desperate to hold onto something. he uses his thumb and middle finger to spread your vagina and uses his index finger to press hard on your clit. your eyebrows raise and you look at sohee, who is locked in on your facial expressions.

“does it feel good?” sohee asks.

you scrunch your eyebrows and nod yes, afraid that you might let out a sound if you open your mouth.

“can i finger you baby? i need to feel all of you.” sohee says. 

he lightly flicks your clitoris, each time making you jolt slightly. 

“yes please.” you moan. 

you are already digging your fingers into his bicep. you try to pace yourself, to gain some composure.

sohee releases his middle finger and thumb from spreading you. he instead uses his thumb to go lower, spreading the slick from your entrance to your folds and clit. you moan quietly, spreading your legs wider for him.

“so wet already baby, how is that possible?” sohee sounds in awe as he plays with your folds. 

it’s never ending, just when you think you’re done producing the slick a new wave comes out. sohees’ mouth is open when he brings his hand from your vagina to hold it in front of you. he taps his middle finger to his thumb, showing you the thin string of your lubricant that connects the two digits together. you wish you could be shy about it but the way sohee is captivated by you only turns you on more.

“it’s because of you.” you say shyly. 

sohee looks at you when he puts his thumb in his mouth, licking you off of him.

“you taste like candy.” sohee says and you open your mouth. 

sohee puts his middle finger in your mouth and you vigorously suck, trying to show him other things you can do with your mouth. sohee gets what you’re trying to show him completely, evident in the way his jaw slightly drops as you continue to suck.

when you’re done, sohee returns his hand to your entrance. you start thinking about how hot your boyfriend is, how he has you laying down on the couch so he can make you feel good. the rush of him touching you in such an intimate way has you bursting at the seams with anticipation. when you start thinking about how goody two shoes sohee lied to his parents to sneak his girlfriend over you start losing it.

“are you doing that on purpose?” sohee asks looking at you. 

you were so lost in your mind you don’t even know what he’s referring to.

“doing what?” you ask.

“your pussy is clenching around nothing. can you feel it?” sohee asks.

his finger isn’t even inside of you but he can feel the pulsing around it. he looks down at your center and spreads your folds to see your clit moving as an effect. 

“holy shit.” he says.

“i need you to touch me.” you say desperately.

sohee doesn’t listen, continuing his ministrations on your entrance. he starts teasing you, barely entering you and pulling out just so he can hear the sound of your wetness against his fingers.

“i love the sounds you make.” sohee says. he looks at your face as you look down and watch him play with you. “i love watching you too.”

before you can beg him to put his finger in, he looks into your eyes. you think that he wants you to ask again, so you open your mouth. when he his middle finger in a moan escapes through your lips. sohee lets out a sigh when he’s in you all the way. while you’re basking in the feeling of his long and pretty finger inside of you, he’s basking in something else.

“you’re so soft everywhere, even inside baby.” sohee says. 

you can’t even bring yourself to respond to him in words anymore, only whimpers, pants, and head nods.

sohee guides your hand down to your center and you look at him on what to do. you know how to finger yourself, but something about how vocal sohee is being with you makes you only want to do what he verbally tells you to do.

“put your finger in with mine.” sohee instructs. 

you put your finger inside. sohee looks at you with a surprised expression on his face. your walls periodically clamps around you and sohee’s fingers. the pace is irregular and only picks up in speed when he looks at you.

“can you feel the way your clenching?” sohee asks.

“yeah i can feel it.” you say moaning. 

sohee gently pulls your finger out and you moan at the loss of contact. sohee puts his index finger inside of you, slowly pumping his two digits in and out.

“don’t worry babe i got you.” sohee says playfully. 

your hold on his bicep turns into a grip as he increases his speed.

you wish you could describe the feeling of sohee’s fingers inside of you. when you two had sex for the first time it was very innocent. slightly rushed, but the underlying feeling was showing how in love with one another you two were. this was different. when you two had sex, barely any words were said. you both were getting used to the feeling of being inside, being so close and connected. you had never heard sohee talk to you in such an intimate moment like this one. the tone he was talking to you in had an effect on you too. he was never the one to tease you so harshly, to talk to you while actively denying you pleasure. it made you dizzy and made you feel like you were on top of the world.

“you like when i fuck you with my fingers?” sohee asked. 

his voice had gotten deeper, dripping with an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.

“yes sohee. i love it.” you say while nodding your head. 

you’re sure this is a new sight for him too, you becoming a mess underneath him. 

sohee starts getting excited, picking up the speed of his two fingers. you can hear the squelching and your chest starts moving from the force and you squirming underneath him.

“grab your boobs for me sweetheart.” sohee says. you reach to your chest immediately. “push them together for me. yeah just like that.” 

sohee’s fingers are pistoning in and out of you now. you push your breasts together, rolling your nipple in between your fingers. you do what sohee always does, trying to get him to keep going. as he continues, you can feel the winding and churning in your stomach. 

“you close baby?” sohee says, kissing your forehead again. you whine in response and nod your head. you continue to play with your boobs, returning one hand back to hold onto your boyfriend. “gonna cum on my fingers?” he asks.

“can i?” you ask. 

another moan rips through your throat when sohee moves his other hand to your clit. he does revolutions on the bundle of nerves. his fingers inside of you bend and your moans become higher in pitch and you abandon playing with your chest, too focused on trying to finish.

“go ahead. i got you.” sohee coos to you.

the winding in your body snaps and excitement tingles underneath your skin all over your body. your final high pitched and pitiful moan becomes prolonged as you clench repeatedly over sohee’s fingers. you forget your name, you forget everything except for the man looking down at you and talking you through your orgasm. he doesn’t stop the revolution on your clit as you bump and grind your hips into his hand, trying to make the feeling last for as long as possible. you see the color white as sohee continues bending and pumping his fingers inside of you. he spits on his finger and returns it to your clit. the extra lubricant and the overstimulation has you gasping for arm and digging your nails into his arm. 

“sohee. sohee. sohee.” is all you can say. 

“i know baby. i know. you can do it.” sohee says, voice coming down to a whisper.

you can barely comphrehend anything else he says as another wave crashes over you. it knocks you off your feet, takes the words out of your mouth and you are left with a facial expression that shows pure euphoria. sohee revels in the look on your face, the look he helped put there. he tells you every encouraging phrase in the book as your body shakes and your previously arched back slowly comes down. he slows the motions of both his hands down and you are grateful but sad at the same time. you wish you could live in that suspended state for the rest of eternity, just feeling constant pleasure.

when sohee pulls his fingers out of you, you barely have any energy left. he is the one that has to pull you into his arms to give you a loving kiss. you bring a shaking hand to his face and deepen the kiss. you can still taste a little bit of yourself on his lips. you are the one that has to pull away to catch your breath, and try to recover from what your mind, body, and soul just went through.

“was it good?” sohee asks. 

he kisses your cheek as you nod yes, still trying to find enough sanity to speak.

“it was really good.” you say. 

sohee continues to hold you and you pepper his face in kisses, trying to show him gratitude for what he just did for you. he smiles a little bit more with each kiss. as you kiss him and try to find stability on his legs to kiss him more, your hand comes in contact with his dick. it’s no longer flaccid, it’s rock against your hand. precum has his tip sticky, and you move it around to fully cover the area. sohee sighs and leans his head back against the couch. he settles more into the couch as you reach for his pants on the ground. sohee looks up from he spot on the couch to look at you with a condom in your hand.

“i think you’re ready now.”

[drdemonprince]

Hangouts don’t have to involve doing something out of the ordinary together— majority of life is an accumulation of a series of mundane, regular, consistent tasks we need to engage in to survive. The goal is to move towards sharing the mundane together rather than drifting through each day, moving from task to task… alone. Right now, I’m being forced to apply for jobs so I have a position as an attending somewhere after I finish my fellowship next June. There’s so few openings that I can’t be picky about location. I’m also simultaneously studying for my board exams to get licensed in my medical specialty. It’s overwhelming. I find most of these processes deeply unethical and it is excruciatingly cringe to beg for someone to see that you are worthy of life. I’m not even sure how long I can drag on in academic medicine… so this is a particularly stressful time period in my life. But I don’t want to isolate and study myself to death. I don’t want to fixate on this in a way where I have no time left to spend with the people I care about. If I only hung out with people to do something different/ fun/ out of the norm, I’d essentially limit myself to sporadic interactions. Instead, I asked my homies if I could still be there with them AND study or work on a stupid cover letter etc. Along with communal cooking nights and such, I’m slowly starting to spend more time in comforting silence with my homies. I’ll be studying while someone is cleaning or cooking or doing their laundry. Bottomline: I want our day-to-day lives to be more bearable. The cooking, cleaning, caretaking, caregiving, chores, all of the mundane… that’s where we can gradually build in more interdependence. It’s nice to have celebrations that honor any auspicious moment or time in our lives. It’s great to get together to try something new. But we need more low-stakes hangouts that also give us room to deepen our relationships. In Bengre, even if some folks still went out into the city to work during the day— almost everyone including our elders and children, would be outside under the moon at night. Some spend hours drinking chai on porches looking onward at the children playing cricket on the beach sand. Some make the rounds sprinkling blessed flowers from this morning’s temple ritual on every patch of fertile soil in the village as an offering to the land. Some practice their musical instruments and everyone can hear the soothing beats of the mridangam or the melody of the tambura. Some are out back in the kitchens mashing together spices to marinade the fish that others caught on the river this morning. Point is anything… no matter how “mundane” can be a ritual. If anything, that is what makes rituals sustainable.

Beautiful writing from Ayesha Khan that gets me thinking about the conversations we've been having on here about culture!

[thatfreshi]

"Tough Crowd" (Uni AU P. 1)

Really embracing the catty queerness of these fuckers LMAO. Anyways, here's our little intro to Ravenguard Univeristy and Tav's living situation :)

Tw - mention of alcohol

@justporo (If you want me to tag you in part two, leave a comment!)

It's finally move-in day. After getting your Associate's degree at some small-town community college, you finally transferred to Ravenguard University, probably through sheer luck. Perhaps someone dropped out of the waitlist, but you're here now, moving into the place that'll be your home for the upcoming semesters. Soon enough you're asked for your name, and given the key to your room, quickly being ushered to the elevators. The volunteering students are clearly stressed by all the newcomers, so you don't exactly blame them for seeming impersonal.

You read your key, which has deemed you to be in room 717. Sneaking your way over to the floor buttons, you lightly tap 7, and place yourself in one of the empty corners of the elevator. After dropping off a few strangers on lower floors, you finally get to your destination, and find your dorm room shortly after. When you unlock the door, you immediately hear arguing.

"I need the room with the desk! I have far too many exams to study for. Besides, you don't seem like the studying type anyways."

Two women are yelling at each other, one with jet-black hair and the other with piercing eyes and an intimidating demeanor.

"We're all here to study fool."

"Well, as far as I know, you don't want to be a doctor. Besides, aren't you just here as an athlete? Or, my bad, were here as an athlete?"

At this point the ginger is fuming, fists clenched, but simply takes the room they were arguing over and slams the door, locking it immediately. The med student slams her fist on the door.

"Just wait til I tell the RA about this Lae'zel!"

She sighs, clearly still trying to let go of her anger. When she turns from the closed door, she finally realizes you're standing there.

"Sorry about that. Roommate problems, am I right?"

The pale woman nervously chuckles. Dressed in all black, she looks ready for a funeral, well if funerals were comfy and full of college students.

"Uh, yeah. Please don't tell me you're going to be arguing like this every night."

"Well, her and I don't particularly get along. I'm surprised housing even let us be in the same room after how many issues we've had. Though I'm sure I'll learn to tolerate her better in our living situation."

The woman ponders the thought for a moment, and then her eyes light up.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Shadowheart, and yes my parents are hippies. Most people call me Shadow since it's less cringe."

"Well, nice to meet you. Please tell me there's a room I can snag that you aren't fighting about."

"Oh, go down the hall and to the right. That one has a bigger wardrobe, but Lae and I both really wanted the desk."

Your phone vibrates, with a notification from some online magazine.

'Szarr: The Seven Models Behind the Magic'

"Why has this man been doing so many interviews?"

Shadowheart's ears perk up.

"You know Szarr, that fashion guy right? He's been all over the news, I cannot escape it."

"Oh. You may want to be careful how you talk about him. One of his precious prodigies goes here. Kind of a bitch honestly."

She makes a fake throw-up noise, rolling her eyes.

"Wait. One of his models goes here? I assumed they were all full-time."

"He's full-time alright. I've never seen Astarion pause for anything other than himself. Anyways, I suppose I need to unpack my things IN THE ROOM WITHOUT A DESK."

Shadowheart yells the last part loud enough for Lae'zel to hear, which coerces a groan from her behind the locked door. And just like that, she's locked away in her own room, leaving you with the room at the end of the hall. At least it has the nice wardrobe? You put on some music and start to unpack all your bags, soaking in the space. It leaves some to be desired, but you're excited nonetheless. You're woken from the trance however when there's a very loud knock at your dorm door. You wait for a moment, hoping one of the other two will get it, but the knocking simply continues obnoxiously. Making your way to the front door with a scowl on your face, you throw it open.

"Floor meeting in thirty minutes. If you or any of your roommates are late, I'll kill you."

You're met with the topic of your previous conversation: Astarion. While you aren't necessarily into fashion, you've seen so much about this guy as of recent, mostly from people thirsting on Twitter. You almost laugh, knowing Shadowheart will be pissed when she hears that he's the RA for their floor. He doesn't wait for you to respond and simply walks down to the next room. After closing the door, you call for your new gossipy friend.

"Oh Shadow, I have wonderful news!"

She opens her door and leans in the frame.

"Please tell me I heard that voice wrong."

"Nope. I guess if you want to complain about Lae'zel, you'll have to see your favorite person!"

She lets out a heavy sigh.

"Fine. I guess I'll just deal with her. Better the devil you know than the devil you don't."

You knock on Lae'zel's door to tell her about the meeting, but you're simply met with a yell of 'I know!'

"Geez, tough crowd."

"She's the toughest crowd you'll meet. Don't ever try to impress her, you'll die trying."

Shadowheart gives you this slice of advice while putting her hair in a black claw clip.

The next thirty minutes pass by quickly as you decorate the walls of your room. Posters, little pieces of art, pictures of friends from home. When you leave the room to go to the floor meeting, you're met with the overlapping voices of everyone from floor seven, clearly annoyed that they have to be here. You and Shadowheart sit on a couch in the common area, and Lae'zel stands off to the side.

"Okay, I'm going to make this quick."

The room gets quiet quickly as Astarion speaks up, pushing his shades down his nose slightly so he can make intense eye contact with anyone who interrupts him.

"I'm your RA for the year. No, I will not answer your calls. If I'm sleeping, you better not wake me up. I do not care if you have an air fryer in your room, but if you burn down the university I will be pissed. To make it entirely clear, I'm only doing this to make a little extra cash, so do not expect me to be, how do you say... present."

The room is silent, both pleased that he doesn't seem to care and entirely annoyed by his attitude.

"Any questions?"

Once again, no one speaks.

"Great! If you truly need something, I would suggest you go to the RA on floor eight, my wonderful friend Gale, as he actually cares about the well-being of strangers. Good day!"

The large group mutters as they all make their way back to their rooms. Shadowheart turns to whisper to you.

"Oh Gale fucking hates him, and I guarantee you he didn't sign off on being the RA of two floors. Can't wait to see that catfight."

You laugh at her comment, not noticing the white-haired man approaching the two of you.

"Shadowheart."

"Astarion."

"Who's your new friend?"

She then realizes she never actually asked your name.

"Tav. It's Tav."

Astarion makes a noise that lies somewhere between a laugh and a scoff.

"Fascinating. Well Tav, how would you like to be my plus-one to a party tonight? I would ask our emo queen here, but I'm sure she has some sulking and studying to do already."

"And I thought you'd be selling out on another Instagram post, but I guess you just really love bothering people. Have fun though, if you even know how to do that."

And with that comment. Shadowheart is back off to her room, most likely to sulk and study like Astarion said.

"Ugh, don't mind her. She just doesn't understand the hustle. Anyways, Tav was it? You seem like just the kind of person I'd love to silently drink champagne with."

You're silent for a moment, unsure if he really is as bad as Shadowheart makes him out to be.

"The champagne is free by the way."

What better way to sell a broke college student on a night out?

"Alright, guess I'm in."

[mousydentist]

For reverse trope prompts: I feel like fake amnesia could be super cracky and/ or angsty for kimchay post-breakup. Kim pretending to lose his memory to see if Chay will give him a second chance, OR to try to push Chay further away. Chay using fake amnesia to see how Kim reacts if he thinks Chay doesn't remember getting his heart broken. Or Chay doing it just to fuck with Kim's head for a few mins as payback lol.

ok tysm for the ask and sorry this took a while i probably shouldnt have opened asks right before a three hour exam hdjdjd BUT here it is and. this was hard to do in 500 words so i don’t know what this is dhjdhd but i hope you enjoy

It was around noon when Chay got a text from Porsche that had him sprinting for the elevator: You know Kinn’s brother Kim, right? He’s hurt pretty bad. Chay’d been pissed at Kim for a while, of course, but in the wake of it was the fear that he’d never find someone like Kim again, someone he really, really loved, and a desire not to be alone anymore. Truthfully, he’d nearly taken Kim back after he sent the song. At that moment, he’d seen his own loneliness reflected back at him, and his heart ached. But he’d stayed stubborn and refused to forgive Kim, or even acknowledge his existence. He’d tried to pretend he didn’t care for so long - and now, rushing through winding halls to the compound’s infirmary, all he could do was pray it wasn’t too late. Porsche was right, Kim was in bad shape. His unconscious body was connected to a dozen wires and monitors, and his head was covered in a large wrap that had been bled through.  Chay said nothing as he took a post next to Kinn, and in return, Kinn didn’t ask. They stayed vigil for several hours before Kim finally showed signs of life. Kinn immediately called for the doctor when Kim blinked his eyes open, glancing blearily around the room. When he locked onto Chay, his brows furrowed.  Chay stood close to him, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Hi.” The crease in his brow got larger. “Who…?” Chay’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t have time to investigate further before the doctor came back with Kinn and started a volley of questions at Kim. “And do you know who this is?” “My brother, Kinn.” “Great, and the other person?” Kim squinted at Chay’s face. “Am I supposed to know you?” Chay bit the inside of his cheek in an effort not to cry, or throw up, or something else that wouldn’t be helpful. “I’m Porchay.” Kim seemed to understand something then, and for a second Chay thought he might have remembered, but then he said, “Nice to meet you, Porchay.” Chay really did try to listen to the doctor when she pulled him and Kinn aside, but he only heard bits and pieces like “short-term amnesia” and “brain damage” and a bunch of other horrible things. He did hear when she said he’d need to stay under observation for the next few days, and decided maybe this was the universe’s way of telling him to start over with Kim. That night, Chay told Kinn to go sleep in his own bed, that he’d watch over Kim and let him know if anything happened. Chay could tell he needed it, especially when he watched how the man drag himself out of the room. Chay refilled Kim’s water and threw a pillow to one side of the loveseat he’d be sleeping on.  “Psst, psst.” Chay turned around, and sure enough, Kim was waving him over conspiratorially. “How was that?” “Uh…” “Do you think he bought it?” Kim whispered like he was sharing a secret. “What are you talking about?” Chay squinted at him. “Do you think Kinn believed that I didn’t know you?” “Wh- you remember me?” Chay screeched, only feeling half bad when Kim cringed in pain. “Kim, why on earth would I want you to pretend you didn’t know me? He knows we’ve met!” Kim shrugged as much as he seemed to be able to. "I asked if I was supposed to know you." Chay let his face fall into his hands as he flopped to the ground, all the stress and grief of the day finally leaving his body as he cried. “Sorry,” Kim muttered, and Chay just laughed. What the fuck was his life. He did stay with Kim that night, and he spent a lot of it on the floor next to him with Kim’s hand locked in his own.

[kim's texts] Kinn: Did you pretend to have amnesia so Porchay would forgive you? Me: excuse me Me: it’s not my fault he assumed i had amnesia Me: i was drugged and delirious i didn’t know what i was saying Kinn: Whatever you say

(from a reverse trope ask game)

[cozyrecords]

Hello everyone, its my first post <3

This isn't proofread so there might be mistakes in this, so I appreciate the feedback.

From Solo Date to Something More

It was the most anticipated weekend ever since you were cooped up in your dorm room, studying endlessly for the semester exams. You finally have the time to do whatever you want to do once you become free, ranging from cleaning to pampering yourself by going on a solo date, which you thought would be a good idea to relieve the post-exam stress.

But God had other plans for you. What you thought was a solo date turned into an unexpected date with Inarizaki's volleyball player, Suna Rintaro.

The middle blocker had been sent to the same café you were in. His friend, Atsumu, had asked him to cover for him on the blind date Atsumu was supposed to attend. In an unexpected twist, Suna forgot about the original date, captivated by your presence as soon as he entered the café.

You entered the café and decided to sit in the corner of the café, by the window to your left. But by the time you were done with the order, a guy came in and dragged the chair to sit opposite you.

"I'm Suna Rintaro. Nice to meet you," he awkwardly bowed and smiled before you could even ask who he was.

"Um…hello?" You puzzled at the sudden interruption, staring at him.

"May I know your name?" He tilted his head.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you too, I guess? Have we met before?" You questioned him because he seemed a bit familiar to you.

"Honey, you need a better pickup line. It's getting old, don't you think?"

"I was genuinely asking. Plus, you chimed in while I planned a solo date." You scowled lightly at the nickname.

"I am sorry for that. Coming back to the previous question, I might seem similar if you are also from Inarizaki because that's where I study and play volleyball-"

A phone ringtone interrupted him. He excused himself, and you couldn't quite hear his conversation, but his profile caught your attention.

That's when it hit you—he might be one of the players on the volleyball team. Slowly, you noticed how he was handsome, with the cafe's soft light complementing his sharp jawline, cat-like eyes, and soft, fluffy hair that made you want to ruffle it gently. Suddenly, you snapped out of it when he spoke up.

"You can take my picture," he smirked.

"I wasn't staring... just wondering if we've met before because you seem familiar." You blushed, trying not to make a stranger uncomfortable. It was rare for you to be interested in someone, let alone be absorbed by a person's features.

Wtf Y/N? Get a hold of yourself; you came here to enjoy yourself. Why are you even talking to a stranger? You cringed at yourself.

Suna took the chance to get to know you, despite his buddy Atsumu's suggestion that he return home after the date they were supposed to go on was cancelled.

"How about we get to know each other?"

"Why would I be interested in knowing someone whom I have never met despite being in the same school? Let me enjoy my time in peace," you said, thinking the situation was ridiculous.

"So you are from Inarizaki too?" His eyes slightly widened in amusement, and you face-palmed yourself internally. "That's even more of a reason to get to know each other."

You gave it a thought, bit your lips slightly, and decided to give it a chance because, why not? You guys might become friends.

"Y/N L/N! Your order is here." The waitress gave a polite smile while placing the coffee. You returned the smile and turned to Suna. "What do you want to get?"

"Can I get a frappe? With chocolate sprinkles, please. Thank you." The waitress went back with the order.

You giggled in secret, watching how his face lit up at the sprinkles. "You know...you're the first guy I have seen who has asked for sprinkles separately."

"What about it? I love them." He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, no, no... I'm sorry if I offended you. I just thought it's...rare?" cute? That is what you wanted to say.

"By the way, I am in Class 3."

"Class-2."

From here on, you guys were gradually opening up to each other, forgetting about your surroundings, completely engrossed in each other's likes and dislikes. He was excited about his frappe with chocolate sprinkles, and he was utterly disgusted by the fact that you chewed the ice at the end of your iced coffee, to which you laughed and teased him by chewing loudly to irk him.

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Suna had excused himself to the washroom, but little did you know he went to the cash counter to pay the bill in advance, both as a gentleman as well as for how he interrupted your supposed solo date. He looked towards the table where your back was currently facing and smiled at how you guys were getting along.

"Here is the change, sir. Have a great day and visit us again." The cashier handed over the change.

Meanwhile, you were also having a good time with him, despite things going unplanned. You found yourself enjoying the evening as the time passed. Later, you guys decided to pay before heading out.

Suna was smiling on the way to the cash counter, choosing to remain innocent.

"This fine man has already paid for your order." The cashier showed a toothy grin.

After a little gasp, you turned around and offered to pay him for your order; he politely declined and stepped back.

"Oh, please, this is the least I can do since I spoiled your plans." He meant it sincerely, so you forgave him, as you thought this wasn't bad either.

You guys got out of the café while he offered to tag along with you to your dorm.

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry... I uh...actually had a great time!" You beamed at him.

He felt the time around him slow down, watching your glimmering eyes, your smile stretching from ear to ear, the slight blush on your cheeks and nose due to the humidity, and a few stubborn hair strands framing your face. As cliché as it sounds, his heart skipped a beat when you stepped a bit closer to him to get his attention back to reality.

"Heyy!" You chuckled, admiring his cute and embarrassed face, which is now turning red bit by bit.

"I..just..nothing." He sighed to himself, trying to keep his heart from pounding too much. "I wanna tell you that I enjoyed my time with you and I'm not bluffing."

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As much as you wanted the time to just pause, unfortunately, the dorm is nearing, and neither of you wanted to part ways. Both of you wanted to spend more time with each other, but you guys were already excited to meet at school the next day.

Amidst all of these, you were planning to ask why he approached you out of the blue, or even worse, if it was all just a silly bet. Oh God, you were having all sorts of thoughts.

"This wasn't how I expected it to be."

He watched your beautiful smile falter off of your face. So he realized quickly that the way he worded it misinterpreted the situation.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry! I didn't mean it in a bad way. Actually, I was supposed to meet another girl- 'Twas Atsumu, my friend, who set me up and I got to know she ditched." He stumbled and furiously shook his hands and head.

"Wait, wait, wait...so you were supposed to be here to cover for your friend, but you remained here knowing that she ditched? So you wanted to spend time with me instead?" You cleared it out for him as you watched him take a breath of relief.

"Good God, yes, and I loved every moment; in fact, I like you-r personality." He muttered. "Fuck, I promise I am not kidding."

You admired the fact that he chose to sit with you regardless of the actual date, but you couldn't help the uneasiness of him leaving you if his date showed up instead. However, even before you could say anything else, he spoke up.

"It's unfair of me to keep you hanging, thinking I just wasted your time. So how about we turn this impromptu meeting into an actual and proper date? I'd love to get to know you more if you'd let me." His voice was laced with sincerity and eagerness to not let this whole thing slip away.

"Surely, I loved spending time with you, and I would love to see where this heads." Your heart fluttered at his words.

Suna's smile widened at your reply and shocked you with an unexpected embrace. Your body relaxes immediately, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He let go first, his ears bright red, cheeks flushed, and lips quivering.

You wanted to squish his cheeks so bad at how cute he looked. It was also your first time to see a guy this shy but also upfront about his intentions to not have you waiting.

"Let's exchange our numbers, so I can make sure that our next meeting is a proper date." He gave his mobile with the dial open while turning his head sideways to avoid eye contact.

After you guys exchanged the numbers, you sent a quick text to him. It was a comfortable silence that surrounded you guys.

"Well, I gotta go. Let's meet tomorrow at school." His eyes looked hopeful.

"Yess! Also, the next date's on me and no you can't refuse." You quickly closed your mouth with your hands at the sudden excitement you displayed.

He grinned, letting his shivering hands go into his coat pocket. Suna has had his share of being in a relationship or two, but it was never this heart-racing. His partners either dated him for his popularity or to pass the time. Nevertheless, he remained reassured by you and felt calm around you.

"If it helps, I am equally looking forward to this, but let's take it slow." He cautiously looked at your face for any sort of discomfort.

"I'd never imagine a guy telling me this. Of course, we will take this slow." You assured him.

"It's already late; it's better to head to our dorms. Have a good night." He raised his hand and said goodbye.

"Good night, Suna." You headed inside the dorm.

As you reached your dorm, you couldn't help but feel a freshly found excitement and curiosity about what would happen from now on. You had no idea that this chance meeting with Suna Rintaro would open a lovely chapter in your life, one that would be filled with laughter, shared memories, and the promise of something special.

[pigeonwit]

HI. for ur ride. digging into my newsies fan recesses of my brain.

ur modern interpretations of the newsies meet your canon timeline interpretations of them. what do they say to each other. assuming that whatever they say will not break the space time continuum

okay, so full disclosure my modern era newsies interpretation is just @jasperscringepit 's punksies au. that is canon to me. that is who the newsies would be if they were alive in the modern era. now the lore for this (at least my lore for the punksies fic i have stashed away for a rainy day) is that davey spent his entirety of high school stressing over assignments and exams, losing sleep, losing weight, all in order to get the best possible future he could. he sacrificed friendships, hobbies, his morals, his WANTS, because the rules said that if he did, he'd have a better future. and then he gets an F on one of his assignments for 'vulgar and inappropriate subject matter' (he brought up queer theorists to bolster his points, the focus of his assignment wasn't queer in any way, he just brought up queer theory in passing) and he spirals. he has a full crisis of faith at the tender age of 17 and loses all faith in the system. he worked so hard and for what? what now? what if he cant get into a good college? why is that so important to him? why should he spend his life trying to fit a mold if he'll just be thrown out for the slightest misstep? why is he stressing and losing sleep for the hope that MAYBE he can do the things he wants to do when those things are going to get him labelled as 'vulgar' and 'inappropriate' no matter what? whats the point of sacrificing his morals in order to MAYBE change the world one day when the world needs changing now?

he doesnt have hobbies. he doesnt have FRIENDS. he doesnt even know what he likes.

so he jumps off the deep end and gives up on everything he used to depend on. he gives up on wearing sweatervests and trying to keep his curls neat for the sake of Looking Professional (why does he need to look professional he is SEVENTEEN-). he dyes his hair. he gets piercings. he wears band tees and he feels comfortable wearing them. he doesnt cringe when people look at him because hes not performing anymore. hes HIMSELF for the first time and it rules.

and people... notice.

jack notices. his whole group notices. and daveys pretty sure theyre making fun of him but whatever, he feels GOOD. he gets bolder. he calls out all the assholes he was too scared to call out before. he talks back when teachers are being blatantly false or biased or just unfair.

and he gets detention, obviously, but who cares. who cares?

thats where the musical events take place, i think. davey gets put in detention with the newsies and hes obviously out of place. hes nervous and a little snippy but jack seems curious. he takes davey under his wing, no matter how much davey kind of wishes he didnt. he doesnt leave him alone. he ropes davey into skipping detention and running through town and suddenly theres some cop that jacks running from like the plague and davey has no idea how he even got roped into all this but he is and its terrifying and exhilarating and holy fuck he cant even remember the last time he spent time with someone who wasnt sarah or les.

thats all i have i think. im not entirely sure WHAT pulitzer does in this au so im just gonna say 'vagus 90s college comedy plotline'. mean dean needs taking down a peg and a bunch of queers from the theatre department are going to do that. i dont want to get too focused on that though - i think if modern aus follow the canon events to a tee theres not much point in making modern aus. but i think thats how davey joining the newsies would catalyze. thanks jupes love you jupes thank you for indulging my nonsense mwahmwah

(this bus smells and people keep fully open mouth coughing everywhere. kill me)

[thecosmiccrow]

Hey so, I know I've sent you a bunch of asks recently and I kinda wanted to explain why particularly you as well as just explain some things.

Basically, I think you're one of the coolest people I've had the pleasure of knowing. You're really funny and you're art is amazing. I mentioned before you're the reason I got into Tumblr and you're a big reason why I stay.

Recently I was going through a lot of stress because I had exams coming up, they were huge because they were the final exams I would ever have to unwillingly take as it was my final semester of high school, I would've finished last year but I had a really rough time and basically became a husk for a few months so I ended up failing some classes.

One of the big reasons I made it through this recent bout of stress that made me almost become a husk again was you. Looking through your art again, just seeing you enjoy all the bg3 stuff, just everything you posted/reblogged was nice to see.

So um...as thanks for that I drew some stuff of my OCs. I have a hard time expressing myself through usual stuff so I tend to do it through my projects, whether that be my original series, fanfics, or my art. I have you to thank as well for that last one, you've inspired me to start drawing more and it's been an excellent experience.

Sorry if this is cringe in advance but I felt the need to do it

I truly believe that. You and your art inspires me to go on everyday, to get better at art, to just be a better person in all aspects, in a way no one else's art has ever inspired me before.

If it were up to me you'd have infinite head pats or hugs or whatever you want.

I really hope you live a long happy life and see great success in whatever you want to do with it.

Thank you, for sharing your greatness with me and the people of the internet.

Remember, no matter what, you are loved and cherished.

AAAAAA DUDE YES! i havent been on tumblr for a lil bit, i take long breaks lol. But i was mid-answering some of my asks when The Horrors hit so idk when i’ll actually. get to them. i think yours are all done

im very glad im able to inspire you from my very limited posting now xd been going thru a rough week emotionally for some reason, and this makes me smile! :>

[rachelsfav-queer]

Yoko’s Prettiest Girls

Some days are harder than others and today was definitely difficult. With exams closing in and her boss practically breathing down her neck, Enid hasn’t felt this stressed in a long time. And it’s obvious that both her girlfriends can see it.

When Enid finally gets back home, she drags her feet to the living room and collapses on the couch next to her taller girlfriend, leaning against her naturally cold body. Yoko easily wraps an arm around Enid, asking simply, “Rough day?” to which the werewolf nods in response.

“I don’t think I can- with Wednesday… you know?” Enid stumbles over her words, not wanting to come across as not wanting their third around.

But of course, Yoko understands. She always does. “I get it. Don’t worry, pupps. I think I can handle you both for one afternoon,” the vampire jokes.

Enid cringes lightheartedly, “I think you’re underestimating our little raven and her aptitude for causing trouble.”

Yoko laughs, then gives Enid a serious look, “Hey, you know both Wednesday and I would do anything to make sure you’re okay, right? We both love you, little wolf, and you deserve to take a break. You deserve love.”

The blonde smiles softly and leans in closer to Yoko, whispering, “I’m learning to accept that. Both you and Wednesday are helping me with that. I love you too, Vamps.”

Yoko pulls Enid to sit across her lap, allowing the werewolf to lie against her torso. Enid instinctively nuzzles her face into the brunette’s neck, embracing the cold comfort of her girlfriend.

Around a minute later, the two women hear footsteps pounding down the stairs and heading straight for their direction. Wednesday pops up in front of them, excitement turned into concern when she sees Enid curled up against Yoko. “Mommy okay?”

Yoko speaks for the blonde, “Yeah baby, Mommy’s fine. She’s just had a long day and needs some cuddles with Daddy.”

Wednesday frowns at the thought of her Mommy being stressed, just the thought of either of her caregivers being unhappy always makes her just as unhappy. She gets an idea though and nervously asks, “Can I give Mommy cuddles too?”

The two taller women smile warmly at their girlfriend’s cuteness and Enid opens her arms, “That would be so nice, little raven. Of course.”

Wednesday takes her spot next to Yoko and in front of Enid, wrapping her arms around the blonde and offering little Raven for her to hold. Enid accepts the plushie graciously and the trio spends the rest of the day mostly like that, Yoko only moving to grab the food she ordered when she noticed Enid’s stressed mood.

Yoko smiles at the two girls practically cuddling in her lap and kisses them both on their heads, whispering,

“My prettiest girls.”

(A/N: why tf do I always write my best stuff at 5am??)

[knoxvillesjackass]

overworked - j.k

a/n! this story was written with the intent of the reader and johnny having a larger age gap. although it's not mentioned, just thought i'd let you know!

warning! mentions of panic attacks and stress

𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑝𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚, 𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑.

words; 1.287

In the six hours I’d spent in the library, I must’ve dozed off countless times.

Not for that long each time, but enough to wake up confused and demented.

Considering how much I hated the library of my university, it was strange how it, out of all places, was the only place where I could ever truly concentrate.

The shelves were always dusty, and the place was usually a little crowded.

I looked out of the window and sighed. There was a heavy downpour. The April sky was grey and the sun was gone.

I flipped the page of my book, pushed my glasses further up my nose, and yawned. My whole body was screaming at me, begging me for a break, but I ignored the voice completely and tried to push through.

I’d studied non-stop for weeks on end.

I was two exams away from achieving my Master Of Science degree, and I’d worked my butt off to get there.

It had taken me four long years of hard work and dedication, volunteering and working long hours, and finally, I was almost there. The end was so close, I could nearly taste it, yet it felt so far away.

I looked up from my page and sighed. The stack of books was getting smaller. Only two to go.

It was getting dark outside, and the library was slowly clearing out. After all; who would want to spend their Friday night in a library?

I felt like a complete loser and wondered what all of my girlfriends were doing. They were probably all out clubbing, dressed to the nines, having the time of their lives.

I held my breath behind my pursed lips and attempted to make sense of the words on my book page, but it all looked like gibberish.

I could feel my eyelids start to get droopy, and as I was about to reach for my coffee, which had now gone cold, I heard someone call out my name.

“Y/N?”

I looked up. Right beside me, stood Johnny.

“Hey, darling,” Johnny smiled and crouched down.

He placed a soothing hand on my back, and I looked up at him with a tired gaze.

“Why are you here?” I asked and attempted to sound as polite as possible.

“I wanted to pick you up from work,” Johnny smiled.

He grabbed my hand which was resting on the table and squeezed it gently.

I smiled tiredly and watched Johnny's eyes fill with hope, guilt spreading in my veins, knowing I had to let him down.

“I can’t, Johnny. I’m sorry. I’ll just take the bus later,” I declined and watched as Johnny raised his eyebrow in confusion.

I looked down and retrieved my focus back to reading.

“It’s 11 PM on a Friday, Y/N. You’re not taking the bus,” Johnny began to raise his voice, but he managed to collect himself before speaking up again.

“How about we just go home, and you can come back tomorrow?” Johnny suggested and stood up from his crouched position. He grabbed my hand in an attempt to help me up from my chair, but I didn’t move.

“I can’t, Johnny,” I spoke through curled lips and sighed. My voice was shaky but stern and determined.

“I need to study,” I stated coldly and removed my hand from Johnny's.

“Y/N, I’m not leaving without you,”

I scoffed at Johnny and furrowed my eyebrows.

“You’ve studied enough today. You need a break,” Johnny scolded me with a stern tone, and I cringed at the manner of his voice. He removed his sunglasses and placed them on the top of his silver-like hair.

Johnny hardly ever got angry, but when he did, it was no joke.

Johnny removed his hands from my back and crossed his muscular arms over his chest.

“I’ll catch a bus later. It’s fine,” I stiffened up and shook my head.

A sigh left Johnny's lips, and I noticed that heads were starting to turn in the library.

He was only worried, and I knew that. He understood that I took my job as a scientist seriously, and he respected it.

He’d never gotten angry at me for missing out on dates, or even birthdays. But when he started noticing changes in my day to day routine, he started to get concerned. I wasn’t eating as much and I was practically only surviving on caffeine.

“You’re not taking the bus alone, Y/N. And I swear to God; I will carry you out of here myself.”

His threats seemed empty, but when he bent down and reached for me, I realised that he was serious.

“I’ll walk, alright?” I whispered loudly and huffed in annoyance. I looked up at Johnny and rolled my eyes in rage. I picked up my heavy stack of books and pushed them against Johnny's chest, so he could carry them.

I put on my jacket as we walked through the silent library, Johnny following closely behind me.

The air was cold and damp as I made my way towards the parking lot, where I had spotted Johnny's truck parked.

I reached the car before Johnny, and I watched with crossed arms as he hurried to unlock the car, and as soon as he did, I crawled into the passenger seat and slammed the door hard, something which he hated.

I put on my seat belt and stared straight ahead, completely quiet as Johnny started the engine and drove off home.

Our silence was only broken when we’d arrived home and walked into our apartment.

“I understand that it’s stressful, Y/N, b-”

“You don’t understand, though! Because if you did, you would let me do my job, and not barge in and humiliate me in front of complete strangers!” My voice was hoarse and shaky.

“You’re not yourself, Y/N! I just want to help you, baby.”

Johnny walked toward me but I stepped away.

“No! No, this isn’t right! I can’t study, because I can’t think. Because I can’t sleep!” I breathed heavily and felt hot tears stream down my warm cheeks.

“I feel like my heart is jumping out of my chest-”

I had no time to finish my sentence before Johnny engulfed me in a warm hug. Usually, I would give in, but something felt wrong.

“No, I-It feels like I can’t breathe. Like I’m going to die.”

I was in a full-blown panic attack, but Johnny only pulled me closer to his warm chest. Maybe it was the sound of his heart, or perhaps it was the rhythm that allowed me to calm down and find peace.

“I’m so sorry you feel this way.”

Johnny looked down at me with warm eyes.

“You need a break, my love.”

I looked up and realised that Johnny was right about everything.

This was just another stupid exam. I’d passed all of my other ones with flying colours, so why should this one be an exception?

“I-I’m sorry for yelling at you, Johnny. It wasn’t your fault,” I smiled and reached up to place a passionate kiss on Johnny's warm lips.

I sniffed and thought I smelled something familiar. Garlic?

“You smell a bit like-”

“Like garlic? I know,” Johnny chuckled. He grabbed my hand and led me toward the kitchen.

The kitchen was illuminated by lit candles and soft jazz music flowed from the speakers, filling the room with a calm, romantic atmosphere.

The table was set with two plates, both decorated with the most amazing-looking pasta I’d ever seen.

“I hope this will help you unwind,” Johnny smiled and pulled out a chair for me.

All my worries were long gone, packed away for another rainy day.

[vinbee631]

You Matter to Me

teehee I did a thing!!

day 7 of logince week finally!! I was inspired by a lil chat in the tss big bang discord server to finally write the last part of this, and ngl I'm very glad i did!

anyway, enjoy! (the prompt for this was 'importance' btw)

“I Love You!”

Roman stared at the big bubble letters in front of him and cringed.

Logan was coming home from school for winter break tomorrow, and after not seeing his boyfriend for- well, a long time, Roman wanted to do something special to show his appreciation.

They had both been extremely busy, Roman with his new acting job and Logan with graduate school, that they barely had the time to call each other once a week.

But now that they had the perfect opportunity for a wonderful date, or simply time spent as close to each other as possible, Roman stared at the project in front of him and cringed.

To be fair, his options were quite limited. Earlier that week, when he and Logan had been discussing plans over the phone, his boyfriend had expressed more interest in doing something together, at home. There was nothing wrong with their normal dates, out in public, going on hikes, visiting museums, what have you. But, the semester had taken a lot out of him, and it would be too overwhelming to have an outing like that the day after he finished exams.

So, to avoid any shutdowns, and to make the day as fun as it possibly could for both of them, Roman needed to come up with a different idea, something more private than the original plans he’d scoped out in his head weeks before asking his boyfriend about them.

No big deal, right?

He groaned dramatically, falling back to the floor so he wouldn’t have to look at the godforsaken banner anymore. He was already getting sick of his trash brain trying to convince him his idea wasn’t good enough, and he had only been working for about an hour or so.

It was intensely frustrating, to say the very least.

But off course, it was the perfect time for someone to knock on his door.

“It’s unlocked,” he called out, still lying supine as Gram made her way into his room and glanced over his abandoned project, laid out haphazardly across his bed.

“Looking good,” she noted with a sympathetic smile, “don’t you agree?”

Roman grunted, leaning up on his elbows. “Sure, absolutely, that’s why I’m throwing a perfectly mature and becoming tantrum on the floor.”

“It doesn’t quite look like a tantrum, I’ve seen your tantrums. No, this is… more like giving up, which is very unlike you,” she continued as she moved slowly to sit cross-legged near Roman’s feet.

“...I suppose you have a point. Either way, I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. I don’t have a plan anymore, the thing I started was garbage, so what’s even the point anyway?

“Well, first of all,” Gram started, “You love him. And in case it has escaped your notice, he loves you back. Regardless of what you decide to do with your time, he’s going to have fun, and he’s not going to stop loving you if it isn’t absolutely perfect.”

Roman rolled his eyes. Just because she was right didn’t mean she had to rub it in, or anything.

“Second, Logan has never actively disliked any dates you have put together. Remember back in July when you took him out for a picnic and it poured as soon as you sat down? The only complaints I heard that afternoon were from you. Logan was much more interested in the fact you had a white shirt on.”

Roman choked, blustering around the burning in his cheeks. “I- c’mon, Gram!”

“Third,” she continued despite the halfhearted protest, “you are about to see your partner in person for the first time in- what is it, four months? So, no matter what you do, it’s going to be special for both of you. No matter what I say, you’re going to stress about this whole thing, but I’m telling you, you don’t have to. That boy is just as cheesy as you are.”

“I swear, you can read minds,” Roman grumbled, but as she spoke he had crawled over to lay his head in her lap, so the effect was pretty much completely lost.

Gram chucked, ruffling his hair. “Pretty much, yes. Now, are you going to get off the floor and get back to work? You’ve only got about… maybe eighteen hours before Logan is supposed to arrive? Better make the most of them!”

Roman pouted as the teasing continued, but after a little bit more time spent laying in her lap, relaxing as she wove her fingers through his kinky hair, he sat up, finding the motivation to keep working, for Logan.

“Alright, alright, before you get completely focused, help an old woman up? It has been a long time since my sitting on the floor days.”

Roman chuckled but knelt down obligingly, supporting her back and holding her opposite hand as they stood. “Nah, you’re not old. Ancient though, that’s a much better descriptor.”

Gram whacked him on the arm, but she was smiling just as cheekily as he was. “I swear, the only thing I ever managed to get you to remember was my snarkiness. Never the important lessons, always the teasing.”

Roman chuckled fondly as she grumbled jokingly to herself, shutting the door quietly behind her. He took a beat to appreciate just how much he loved his family, and he was back to work, pacing and muttering to himself about the logistics of streamer placement.

…

The next morning, Roman woke two hours before his alarm was set to go off. That wasn’t particularly odd, as that sometimes happened when he was overly excited, but today, that wasn’t the case.

Someone was calling him. He groped blindly at his bedside table and fumbled his cell phone up to his ear.

“I swear to god, it’s too early to read. This better not be one of my brothers,” he yawned, rubbing at his eyes as he complained.

“Uh… n-not quite,” the person on the other end stammered, and Roman was surprised to find he didn’t immediately recognize their voice.

“I- sorry, do I know who this is? I could just be too tired to process any words, that is a very strong possibility.”

The person on the other end chuckled slightly. “I think we’ve met? I’m- this is Virgil, Logan’s roommate. I dunno, I just clicked the first contact that popped up, I promise I’m not snooping through his phone or anything stalker-y like that. I just didn’t know what-”

“Hey,” Roman interrupted softly, finally moving to sit, “it’s fine. Logan trusts you, so I have no reason not to. Er, anyway, what’s up? Is he in shutdown or something?”

“Kind of?” Virgil hesitated. “I… I mean, I know what it’s like when he shuts down. I’ve kinda… helped him with it before, but this isn’t… I don’t know what’s wrong.

“The… midterm exams and stuff, kinda took a lot out of- everyone? So, he came back last night and was totally out of it, and he immediately went to bed, which like- that’s college for ya, and I expected it, and like, same. But then… I tried checking in with him this morning and he’s… it doesn’t look like he’s moved all night but he’s not asleep and just kinda- staring at the wall, and I can’t… he won’t snap out of it? I guess? It’s… not good, whatever he had going on.”

Roman had stood up and begun to pace as Virgil spoke, but by the time he finished explaining, he stood motionless in the middle of the room. He let out a small sigh.

“Okay. That’s… yeah, that’s pretty bad. Uh… okay. I guess I should clarify, I’m his boyfriend, and I live less than an hour away. I can… it shouldn’t be a problem to pick him up but… I don’t wanna leave him like- that for so long. I guess… I can try talking to him over the phone? It’s something, I guess.”

“Uh, yeah… okay. You’re on speaker now,” Virgil announced, shuffling around on the other end. Roman didn’t start talking until the movement stopped.

“Hey, Logan? Can you hear me, sweetheart? I heard you’re having a hard time right now, and I wanna help. Can you tell me what’s wrong, or tap it out? Virgil’s here for you too, baby, we just wanna help you feel safe.”

There was silence on the other end for a minute or two before someone huffed, and Roman heard more shuffling.

“I… I don’t even think he blinked.”

Roman let out a heaving sigh. “Okay, okay, that’s… shit, okay. We’ll… I’ll head out in just a minute. I gotta, get some stuff together- is his stuff packed? Can you tell?”

Virgil huffed what could vaguely be considered a laugh, and Roman frowned. “I- sorry, yes. He’s packed. He said… he told me, something in his- that formal way he talks, but- he had to be ready, he couldn’t let his- exhaustion and shit get in the way of ‘going home.’ So he packed, like, way early. Before midterms even started, I think.”

Roman allowed himself a brief, sappy smile before rushing downstairs to put his shoes on. “Tha’s- yeah, that’s good. Okay… I’m gonna leave in just a few minutes. When do you have to head home? Can you… will you be there, until I get there?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. A: I’m not leaving him alone like this, and B: I drive myself home. I can leave whenever, but we have to be out of here by… noon, or something. I dunno, I still need to pack the stuff I need to take back with me, and that’ll take me way more than an hour. Just- you can text Logan’s phone when you get here, and I’ll let you in.”

“I- good, thanks. And… I appreciate you, looking out for him. Someone has to do it when I’m not there. I’m glad… y’know, that he’s got you. You seem… nice.”

“Glowing praise,” Virgil snarked, seeming to regret it instantly as the line went dead silent right after. “Er, I mean, yeah, that’s kinda the bare minimum. And it’s… the- looking out for, each other, it’s mutual, definitely. But… thanks.”

“Of course,” Roman replied easily. “See you in an hour.”

“See ya.” The line clicked silent, and Roman just barely crumpled. Before he was able to rush out the door, he needed to make another call.

“Hey, Remus? I have a favor to cash in. Like… right now?”

…

The twins rode together in dead silence. Remus had been more than willing to jump straight out of bed and drive with his brother out to Logan’s apartment. With him there, they wouldn’t have to abandon Logan’s car, seeing as the aforementioned sleep-deprived student should not be doing so himself.

Roman still didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he figured if Logan had been that out of it this morning, he probably didn’t sleep. And whatever it was that was keeping him up, it was something serious.

He was, perhaps, being a bit irresponsible with his driving, but he saved them about ten minutes with his speeding. And he didn’t get caught in the act, so there wasn’t any point in being a narc, now was there?

But of course, he parked in the wrong lot and wasted ten minutes getting back to the right one because despite going there for four years, the campus was still as complicated and frustrating to navigate as it had been when he first started.

When he’d first met Logan…

He snapped himself out of that tangent, leading his brother along to where Virgil was waiting for them, fidgeting with his hoodie sleeve in one hand and waving them over with the other.

“Uh, hey. Didn’t realize there were two of you,” he joked awkwardly. “...Anyway, uh- follow me, I guess.”

Virgil led them up a set of stairs and down the hall to their room. Roman had visited once before, but he couldn’t have picked out the floor Logan was living on, much less the room, and especially in a time crunch- yeah, he was really glad Virgil was around.

Sure enough, when he unlocked the door and brought the twins inside, there was Logan, lying curled up in a tight ball on his side and staring at nothing.

It was… concerning, to say the least.

Remus talked with Virgil for a bit, the latter filling him in on what he and Roman had discussed over the phone, and the two agreed to give them some space by starting the process of loading up Virgil’s and Logan’s car with their suitcases.

That left Roman, sitting slowly on the floor by Logan’s bed and resting his chin on the mattress. Logan continued to stare past him.

“Hey, honey,” he called gently, reaching up to weave a hand through Logan’s hair. “Where’d you go? Hm? Hiding from me, on our anniversary? Kinda rude, but I suppose I’ll live. How ‘bout you come back? We can talk all you want about it, or none at all if that makes you feel better.”

Logan didn’t quite stir, but it looked less like his eyes were glazed over and more like he was staring at Roman’s forehead. That was something, at least.

“Um, let’s see. I’m sure we have some of your cubes around if you need to focus on something else for a bit. Whatever’s got you trapped in there-” Roman ever-so-gently rapped a knuckle on Logan’s temple, making his eyes blink closed- “doesn’t look like much fun. Or, I could squish ya.”

Logan’s eyes flashed open at that, and he flicked his gaze down to Roman’s left shoulder.

‘Yes.’

“Okay, yes to the squish, it is!” He cheered softly, shifting off the floor with a small grunt and maneuvering himself to lay right next to Logan.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he joked under his breath. “Okay, baby. Gonna need to- shift us around a little bit. Do you think you can unwind for me? I can’t properly squish a Logan ball.”

Logan frowned, but with a little bit of help from his boyfriend, he was able to relax enough to lay flat on his back, pressed comfortably into the mattress under him by Roman’s full body weight.

“That better?” Roman was relieved to see him nod slowly, closing his eyes and leaning back into his pillow.

He wasn’t sure how long they lay like that. Every so often, Remus and Virgil would pop back in for the rest of their bags or to check on them, but after a while, they took a break to get lunch together.

“So,” Roman started, wincing as his voice cracked slightly, the sudden break in silence apparently startling his vocal cords, “do you want to talk about it? Or, sign about it, I suppose. Are you verbal right now?”

Logan huffed, shifting to free his hands. 'Semi-verbal, but yes. I should, quote-unquote ‘sign’ about it, if I can find the right words.'

Roman nodded, allowing him to take whatever time he needed to figure out his thoughts. He hummed under his breath, watching as Logan relaxed slightly, tapping along the side of his arm to the beat.

“Yesterday, I was on my way… here after my final midterm, and I ran into- someone. Another graduate student I have met in passing, but… mm.”

‘He made an unfortunately timed joke,’ he signed, ‘about my supposed interest in winter courses, something I have, admittedly done in the past, but..’ His movements paused, and he huffed again.

‘The way he phrased it, I just… it made me think of Dad.’

Roman blinked in surprise. Logan never talked about his dad, not even to Gram. Roman had asked, way back when they first met, what his family was like, and Logan had talked about his mother and grandad. Even after years of being friends, and then boyfriends, any questions about his biological dad were dismissed, fast enough that Roman didn’t even question the dismissal.

So, this was probably pretty bad.

“I… do not remember much, from when he was still alive,” Logan continued. “But, most of the… active cruelty, was on his part.”

“My…” he hummed, shifting his hands from where they previously gripped Roman’s shirt. ‘My mother and her father continued the behavior, the encouragement of toxic work ethic and rejection of the accommodations I needed to not shut down. But he started it. I just didn’t realize how harmful it was at the time. Not until years after he died.’

“Oh, darling,” Roman cooed, leaning closer to Logan to press a feather-light kiss to his forehead. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m sure you know by now how awful and unnecessary that behavior is, but being reminded of it right before your first chance to take a break? I can’t imagine… I’m so sorry, beloved.”

Logan didn’t have much else to say, after that. He squished his forehead into Roman’s shoulder and they cuddled for a while longer. He didn’t cry, surprisingly enough. Roman wasn’t quite sure why he expected him to, but his partner didn’t seem any less appreciative of the affection regardless of the lack of emotional release.

Instead, a few minutes later, he sighed happily into Roman’s ear, finding enough of his voice to whisper. “I love you.”

Roman thought back to the banner, how his stress from yesterday about the perfect date seemed so inconsequential when he had Logan in his arms. He thought about how all he wanted to do now was hold his partner for the rest of the day and support him through all the troubles he never should have dealt with in the first place.

“I love you, too.”

[weebsinstash]

"If you're so successful and happy why do you feel the need to do this"

I'll throw you a bone bestie

Because it's genuinely hilarious and cathartic

I don't feel the "need" to do it, I just think it's funny to dunk on people who suck in various ways. Like yourself. Like ngl when I stumbled across your blog at first, seeing how horrible and loserish of a person you were simultaneously disgusted me so much and made me laugh so much. If someone is a loser but a good person, you feel bad for them and want to leave them alone or even help them. If someone is a bad person but isn't a loser, you have nothing to cringe at or look down on them for since they're doing better than you. But being a loser AND a bad person is like, you're the funniest person ever to get a rise out of and also you set off a disgust response that makes people want to give you shit. People don't pity you for your loserish life because you're an asshole, so we view you as undeserving of pity. That's why people like you, i.e. loser + a bad person, get shit online. Look at boogie2988, Chris Chan, Yandere Dev etc. for other examples of people like you. You'd get along with Yandere dev btw he's also a creep who likes rape porn :)

You've given me SO many laughs over the past year after I was stressed from studying for a tough exam, a busy week at work or other things in my life. This whole experience has been nothing but positive for me tbh. Sounds weird but my life and mental health have actually gotten a lot better. I can be resilient now for people who need me to be strong for them without getting stressed myself and people appreciate that. I've helped people through tough times because my stress level is lower and I can be zen about things I normally wouldn't be

All of this is literally just entertaining. I'm not trying to do anything or fight for a cause. It's just funny and cathartic to me. Seeing everyone in your degenerate rape porn community get bent out of shape over ridiculous and hilarious spam like "bitch lasagna" and shitty photoshopped porn. Maybe I have a weird sense of humor or something but whoever told you people only troll others if they have miserable unsuccessful lonely lives lied to you to make you feel better. It's genuinely just fun especially for people like you who give big dramatic reactions to things most of the time. Like this whole calling the police thing over me "going to your house" and being so goddamned confident I'm about to get arrested 😂 this type of shit is why I continue and you constantly insulting me makes me want to do it more and also not feel bad about it because you deserve it. I can troll people who suck and it's guilt-free fun. Like trolling a child predator, you don't feel bad about it yknow, it's just funny. It's just for kicks.

You know whats actually so embarrassing

When I initially said the whole karma works in reverse for you, I was talking about being ditched by your family, and your hysterical ass thought I was talking about your assault. You misinterpreted what I even said and used it as your excuse to act like a histrionic freak for almost a full year

You have literally done nothing but prove my point that you are an objectively shit person, and anyone who would be friends with you is probably a subhuman enabler and also a compulsive liar much like yourself. You use your alleged assault to cry victim and use it to harass other people. You cry victim blaming but then spout blatant ableism, misogyny, transphobia, and racism more than once. You have typical White Woman Feminism, screaming and whining that you aren't a slut but calling everyone else whores for having kinks you don't like

You're sitting here further incriminating yourself, writing so many paragraphs I'm not even reading them all, spending hours and hours and hours. I'm at work making a living supporting my family and you're at home, on your phone, for hours. When do you even sleep lmao. Homie you literally lied pretending to be a teenager, you could lie about anything. Does writing fanfiction about having a partner help heal the wounds from knowing you did something stupid and got thrown away like a used tissue

It was something with a dog, wasn't it? I know your types. You need attention from literally wherever you can get it. That's why you don't even care if everyone is screaming at you, you just need acknowledgment. This is such stereotypical neglected child behavior and you're so bitter and angry you're barely even coherent

Go dye your hair blue and attend a republican rally since you share their politics. I'll at least have the peace knowing I've never been so obsessed with a complete stranger I have to obsessively keep checking if they've replied to me. That's shit MIDDLE SCHOOLERS DO, but oh no, you're allegedly so successful and intelligent 😂 so successful and intelligent you're acting like a QAnon 4channer for entertainment on Christmas. Hey guys the person who spent literally hours and hours on both Chrisrmas Eve and Christmas wants us to believe they have a partner. Who wants to call cap?

[yoonieper]

Update 🥴

Soooo yall I know promised the holiday fics but either a) they’re just going to be put out later or b) we might need to wait till next year… end of the semester was crazyyyy for me honestly. Thanksgiving break I did a bit of traveling, when I got back I had 3 papers and 3 exams to get done all in about 2 weeks— I’m done luckily, we’re through all the stress but now I’m on vacation and won’t be back home till Christmas so… 😬

The chances of me getting things done while I’m here is pretty slim, we’re pretty booked so I really won’t have too much time to write unfortunately… I might be able to do the Tae one I had planned because that one is short and even though it’ll be a little late, I might be able to get it out and done! I had started Jimin and Jk’s fics but they’re a bit longer and def won’t get it done before Christmas butttt maybe a delayed January post… maybe? I won’t make any promises because I’ve been so stressed basically since November and I don’t want to overdo it before the next semester starts and I have work all over again. I’ll write what I can but again like I promised things are planned and nearly ready for next year if all else fails. Pecattiphilia will be returning soon, my first part of my Jk series will certainly be posted sometime next year, working on the last two parts before I am ready to post— plus I’ll finally get back to all those unfinished oneshots I have sitting in my drafts still. 2024 I’ll be back hopefully more than ever!

Also been really sad since Tae, Joon, Jk, and Jimin all left— been an army since 2017 and I’m so used to having them in my life. Flip flopping between 2025 will be here before we know it and just dread cause it’s only been a few days and I’m this close to loosing it. It’s actually crazy, even though I didn’t start posting on tumblr till 2020 I think I’ve been working on BTS fics since the year I became a fan. That work is on wattpad and if you ever want a good laugh you can check out ‘If…’ major cringe but also a bit of a tease for my major project *hint hint cause I feel bad* A better version of it will be out hopefully soon here on tumblr! Anyway, that was to say that BTS have seriously been a major part of my life and I feel lost knowing that we have to move the next 18 months without them, many of yall probably feel the same way. I will do my best next year along with Seokjin and Hobi at filling the void a little until our ot7 returns better than ever. Miss my babies lots and ughhhh can’t wait for 2025!

tl;dr

Traveling, exams, papers kept me busy and couldn’t work on holiday fics— might be published later in January but no promises,,, working on stuff to post next year,,, missing bts like crazy, bring my babies home :’)

[cookies-are-nice]

Catalyst

Content : Mikey x Sachiko(OC), typical tokro revengers shananigans

Notes : English is not my first language and there are probably a lot of mistakes in here :'D. Also, I need to stress how cringe the first part of the story is but trust me, my writing gets better as you read😭

Chapter 1 : Rose of Tokyo

-ˋˏ ❀。* ✿˚* ੈ ‧₊*❈꧁🥀꧂❈ * ੈ‧₊ *₊° ❀ ˎˊ-

"Have you guys heard of the 'Rose of Tokyo'?" Akkun asked with hesitance.

"What kind of name is that?" Makoto asked mockingly.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHO?! THE GIRL WHO SAVED COUNTLESS OF OTHER WOMEN FROM BEING HARRASSED?! THE GIRL WHO IS RUMORED TO HAVE THE SKILL OF TOMAN'S LEADER?! THE GIRL WHO CAN KICK ASS?! THE GIRL WH-"

"OK, WE GET IT" Yamagishi was quickly cut off by Takemichi.

Despite that, he continued, "You are a disgrace to the brotherhood for not knowing that such a badass delinquentress existed."

"You are one annoying fanboy"

*GASPS* "HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY WORK YOU LITTLE-"

Yamagishi and Makoto get up to square up with each other, while the others continue to chill at the park.

*Sigh* "Those two are so annoying,"

Takemichi chuckles.

"But why did you ask us about her?"

"Oh, I want to know who she was."

"Akkun? I didn't know you were a fan"

"What no! I just wanted to thank her in person for helping my sister get out of trouble yesterday,"

"why can't you just find her and tell her,"

"she always runs away when someone tries to talk with her,"

"oh I see"

"WAIT, did you think WE of all people knew?"

"I thought Yamagishi would've found out by now."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

He yelled from a distance.

"WE THOUGHT YOU WOULD KNOW WHO SHE IS BY NOW SINCE YOU'RE SUCH A SIMP!"

"OH, YOU WANNA FIGHT?!"

"BRING IT ON FANBOY!"

Akkun left Takemichi and joined in on the fight.

<what a hypocrite>

Takemichi thought to himself as he glanced at the time displayed on his phone.

"Uh, I have to leave now, it's about to be dinner time."

His friends whined in disappointment. They bid farewell and Takemichi headed home. After walking for a while, he finally reached home. He swung open the door, threw his bag on their broad couch and rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Emerging from his room after showering, he walked toward the sofa and flopped on it face down, not even making an effort to complete his schoolwork. Suddenly, he heard the house door being unlocked.

"TAKEMICHI IM HOME"

"Oh hi sis"

Sachiko comes in with some kfc that she bought for dinner.

"KFC?!"

"You got a 67% on your Math exam so I figured you should have a reward"

<I really shouldn't award him for this but oh well>

"THANK YOU SO MUCH!"

Takemichi exclaimed as he grabbed the bag of the finger-lickin' good fried chicken and dug in. While enjoying their dinner, Takemichi suddenly brought up a question.

"hey sis, have you heard of 'tokyo rose'?"

"...what"

"or something like that I probably messed up the name,"

"OH, you mean 'Rose of Tokyo' ? The one who goes around saving girls from getting harassed or something?"

"Why does everyone know who she is?"

"cause she showed up like 1 month ago I think."

<1 month 2 weeks and 4 days>

"oh really? I only found out about her recently, "

"huh, I didn't expect that from you, Takemichi,"

"what do you mean?"

"Oh cmon you know what I mean!"

'Wha- OH DONT THINK OF ME THAT WAY!"

"IT'S HARD NOT TO IF YOU'D HIDE THOSE MAGAZINES BETTER THEN MAYBE I WOULDN'T! "

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH STOP TALKING ABOUT THAT! "

"..."

An awkward silence filled the room—that was until Sachiko started eating again, Takemichi followed, not making eye contact.

"So uhm why did you ask me about her?"

<damn this feels like déjà vu>

"uh Akkun wanted to thank the girl for helping her sister"

"She already thanked m....." She mumbled then slowly trailed off.

"What?"

"O-oh I was saying his sister probably already thanked the girl"

"He wanted to thank the girl formally, "

"She really doesn't want it, I mean she doesn't do what she does for something in return, she does it because she wants to help out. Plus, she'd feel way too bad if she hadn't interfered with the situation."

"wait a minute"

<SH*T I SAID TOO MUCH>

"How do you know that much about her?"

"ARE YOU-*GASP*"

"UHM NO I'M NOT IT'S JUST THAT I-"

"ARE YOU SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH HER?! I MEAN YOU AND HER HAVE 'ROSE IN YOUR NAMES AND-" "I'm throwing you out of the house"

"NO WAIT-"

Sachiko jokingly forces Takemichi out of the house and smiles to herself thinking how lucky she is to have a brother this stupid. But he was right about one thing, she really needed to be careful when letting rumours about her spread.

more notes: AHHH THAT WAS SO CRINGE. I'm so sorry😭😭 I wrote that shi a year ago. I promise the next chapters will be better🤞