#I just miss being skinny sm :)))

[localkiss]

Princess Sprinkles!

Vendetta Chris Redfield x fem reader!

cw: dd/lg, creampie, squirting (guys idk how squirting feels like....), multiple orgasms (reader), fingering, pet names, praise kink, oral fixation (reader obv), light mentions of breeding, soft dom!Chris!!, afab terms used, size kink ish.., Chris being silly, Chris being a lil mean one time, and some fluff :3 !! — Lmk if I missed anything.

wc: 2005 !! (🤭 birth year go crazyy LOL!)

notes: if you don't like ddlg just um. Idk don't read 💀!! I fr try not to make the reader teeny tiny but like dude Chris is huge asf.. size kink go brrr 🧎🏻‍♀️! I'll be making reader a lil squishy from now on bc I'm not skinny either ☝🏻.Also I used to watch the Bratz babyz movie on repeat sm that the disc got ruined 😭😭 soo.. yes that part is directly from yours truly! Not proof read 😵‍💫

tags: @argreion, @rigorwhoring bc ily guys 😇!!

"Daddy!" You squeal as soon as Chris picks you up and spins you around. Making your fluffy mini pleated skirt twirl upwards.

Chris hoists your pretty body over his shoulders and pats you on the butt, practically skipping towards your shared bedroom. It looks like someone dumped all the squishmallows possible into the master bedroom. He can't help but think of you every time he sees a stuffed animal. Shits rooted in his brain. Stuffies = his angel!

Yeah, he might have to fight with them to make room for himself, but he wouldn't trade it for any other way. He doesn't actually fight them, knowing you'd throw a hissy fit and say "Hate daddy! Forever 'n ever!" Chris's heart shatters like glass whenever you say that.

He's grown softer because of you and those little threats of yours make his heart drop down to the core of the Earth. Would he admit it to team Alpha? No. Never in a million years. But they've got eyes and ears, they're not Patrick Star. Dumb and living under a rock.

Lately he's been covered in hickeys and cute little doodles that're supposed to be like tattoos by yours truly. Goes to work and gets teased by his squad, telling him how you've got him wrapped around your pretty little finger. How much you've changed him, for the better. He always shrugs them off, putting them back to work.

You for sure made Chris cut back on smoking a fuck ton. Constantly crying about how the stench will ruin your stuffies and the coat the walls of the house with a film. You're right, that's for sure. And the fact that second hand smoke is even worse is what clicks it into his head for him. His baby. His sweetheart, could end up dying because of his stupid ass habits.

Chris has lost too many of his men because of his habits. Too many good men. You are his savior. He pounds away the guilt into your needy little cunt. Constantly craving him. Needing him. Loving him. Honest to God, he needs that more than anything in this lifetime.

"Sweetheart," he sighs and sets you down onto the bed. "I missed you. Whatcha been up to?"

"Slept 'n colored and um... Ate some snackies, watch movie, 'n had lotsa juice!" You mumble, eyes glancing around the entire room. Using your hands to talk, as your words get slurred when you're in this state of mind.

Chris presses a faint kiss to your temple and noses down to the underside of your ear. Carefully holding the back of your head with his hand. He gives you more kisses and blows raspberries into your ear, making you squeal and swat at him.

"That's good baby. Glad you had a productive day." Chris smiles at you lovingly.

Your heart then swoons, making you feel all mushy inside. Praise gets him everything from you. Just like you crying out for daddy gets you everything from him!

He lazily starts to unbuckle his belt, pulling it through the loops. Setting it down on the bedside table with a thud. He starts to undo his fly, pushing his pants all the way down, kicking out of them.

Only dressed in his boxers and shirt, he engulfs you with a hug. Nuzzling into your neck, feeling your hands grab ahold of his shirt.

"Daddy?"

"Just recharging honey, hold on." His voice is deep and gruffy, sending chills up your spine.

You lay there, body buzzing with warmth as his figure presses you into the mattress. His hips shift and move against yours, causing you to gasp.

Thighs squeezing against his fit waist and he sighs into your neck. "Daddy's not charge. He excited..." Your fingers tug on his shirt and he sits up.

"Off?" Pointing to his shirt and you clumsily remove your own shirt and skirt. Now both of you are only in your underwear. Well, you still have your white thigh highs on, but still.

He presses your thighs up to your chest and settles in the middle as best as he can. Feeling his skin on your skin feels like heaven. Makes your panties wet, which he's noticed but doesn't want to say anything about it. Knowing you get all shy and embarrassed when he points things out like that. He likes it. Thinks it's cute that you want skin ship.

"So pretty baby," he pushes his hips forward. His cock catching onto your clit with each slow roll. "Pretty pussy, pretty tits. Pretty girl. My pretty girl."

Chris leans back and gets rid of his boxers. Pulling your panties up to slip his cock between your folds. Laying back down on top of you. Humping you instead of fucking you.

You can't complain, his tip his pressing against your clit nicely. Your hips rolling up to meet his and his dick slips inside.

He bottoms out immediately with a growl. "Baby. Did I say you could put it in?" Chastising you with a rough thrust, acting like it's your fault his dick slipped inside of your tiny hole.

"Daddy, didn't mean to. Not m'fault," you whine out, kicking your legs.

"S'okay. Daddy will make it all better." Chris presses a kiss to your forehead and acts like he's going to pull it out. Only to harshly thrust it back into you. "Fuck, princess. She's not wanting to let me go. You hear her crying for me?"

Moaning, you dig your nails into his back, "Daddy, daddy, never leave," you start babbling already.

He groans and rabbits his hips, making the bed rock against the wall.

"Wait, daddy, stuffies no want look, turn," you try to speak as he continues to fuck you like he hates you.

"Shit, okay baby. Hold on," he grunts and turns them around as best as he can. "Better now?"

You nod and go in for a kiss and he meets you halfway. Drooling into your mouth and your tongues swirl together before you suck on his. Moaning as he drives himself deeper inside of you. Squelching sounds and skin on skin echoing in the bedroom. Surely you guys won't get a noise complaint this time!

He spits into your mouth and smears it all over your lips with his thumb, pushing it into your mouth. Who needs a pacifier when you've got daddy's thumb?

Watching your eyes flutter shut and your lips wrapping around his thumb, it sets him off. His other hand driving down between you both and rubbing harshly at your puffy nub.

Biting down, you furrow your eyebrows. Breathing quickly and moaning softly. "Close," you hum around his digit. Sucking on it as you get closer and closer.

Chris's dick hits a special spot inside of you and your body shakes underneath him. Pussy trying to push out his cock as a clear liquid shoots out of you.

"Goddamn, baby, squirting on me, mmhh—fuck..." His hips falter and he dumps his cum inside of you. Resting his body on you, burying you into the bed. Making sure his cum never leaves you.

Chris pulls his thumb out of your mouth and kisses you feverishly. "Putting a baby in you, s'that alright princess?" Your pussy agrees by clenching around his thickness.

But he's acting like you've got a choice, since he's already done the deed. He pulls you up into his arms and you guys slowly make your way to the bath. Still connected and full.

Keeping you in his arms, he reaches down to turn on the water and put in the plug. You giggle and some of his cum starts to spurt out and drip down his balls. He settles in the tub with you on his lap, grabbing the soap to fill it with bubbles.

Chris slowly lifts you off of his length and sets you between his legs. Back pressed against his hairy chest. While his cum dribbles out of you.

His fingers make their way down to your sensitive cunt and slowly dips them inside. "Shh, I know baby," pressing soft kisses to your cheek as you whine and claw weakly at his forearms. The other one is keeping you pressed against him.

"Daddy's helping you baby," he starts to curl his fingers and your legs shake. Clearly overstimulated from earlier. But Chris starts to be a bit greedy, smacking his palm against your pretty little pearl.

Throwing your head back against his shoulder, he coaxes you into another orgasm. With the disguise of helping you get his cum out. If anything, he's trying to fuck it back into. Serious about putting a mini him or you inside of your tummy.

"Baby, almost there. Y'got it princess.. mmh.. cum one more time for daddy? Promise I'll clean you up and get us some donuts with sprinkles on 'em, just the way you like." Man, he's even bribing you! Daddy knows what you really want right now. So you whimper in response.

"Daddy, mmhhff... Daddy oh god! Please, please, please!" Your heels dig into the tub as the water fills it. His lips sucking and biting into your neck is what makes you cream around his digits.

Body convulsing and breath raggedy and higher as you come down from your second high of the night. Chris grabs your face and kisses you all over, mumbling praises into your skin. "Good girl, daddy's so proud of you."

Then, he takes his time washing you off, letting you play with the rubber duckies and splashing water onto him. Putting bubbles on his beard and making one for yourself.

"I daddy! See?" You pout and furrow your eyebrows, taking a drag of an imaginary cigarette. Chris rolls his brown eyes and takes the imaginary cigarette and puts it out.

"Babies can't do that stuff, remember? Only daddies can do that, silly baby girl." He wipes the bubbles off of your face and his, nibbling on your earlobe. Making chewing noises, "Om nom nom, my baby tastes so yummy!"

You squeal and press your face into your shoulder. "Daddy! Got wash so we can eat nummy donut! Donut sprinkle!"

He hums and gets to work. Gently washing your back and hair as you wash your front side and down to your toes. Chris hauls you up and he turns on the shower to wash your hair and his. God knows he needs this shower after training his new squad mates today.

Chris washes his own figure as you cup the water in your tiny hands and splash it up in the air. Watching you pretend you have powers as the water runs down your arms and to the tips of your fingers.

"Alright princess. Let's go get some sprinkled donuts," he pats your heart shaped ass with a chuckle. Wrapping you in a fuzzy towel, he gets to work drying you off. It reminds you of that Bratz babyz movie. Sure reminds him of it too. From how often you guys watched it, the CD stopped working and you threw a fit.

So of course, he bought a couple more, just in case. It's not like he doesn't have the money for it. So why not keep his baby sated with something so simple as a 2000s movie? He even bought you some Bratz dolls and monster high ones. Likes how you squeal and jump around in excitement every time he buys you something so simple as a doll. Makes him happy.

"Princess sprinkles and daddy sprinkles! Getting donut sprinkles! Sprinkles, sprinkles, sprinkles!" You laugh as he puts on your blue matching cinnamoroll pajamas that he spent fifty dollars on. Worth it in his opinion. Looks so cute on you, he can't help but press kisses all over your cheeks.

"Alright, alright, princess sprinkles. Let's go get in the car. Daddy'll buy you all the chocolate sprinkled donuts there is at the bakery." Chris's heart thumps in his chest. Yeah, there's a sprinkled shaped hole with a sprinkle version of you in his heart.

#resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #chris redfield smut #chris redfield x reader #chris resident evil #resident evil chris #chris smut #chris redfield #resident evil vendetta #resident evil fanfiction #fanfiction #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy smut #localkiss

[irkimatsu]

Can you do a husk x fem reader where she’s also a cat demon (no wings, just cat) yet she’s the epitome of “golden retriever” As if her personality was golden, she’s extroverted and caring and so so bubbly (even more so than Charlie). But then one night, crying is heard from her room and husk hears it and she’s insecure of her body because of how skinny she is?? She has curves yes but that doesn’t make her feel better at all and she’s always comparing herself to others and how she could be better!! It’s just overall angst with fluff please :( 🙏

(Live laugh love you sm !!)

Okay, so, first off, a confession - I am, uh. Not skinny. I am far from skinny, and not only that, I'm in the business of taking skinny characters and chunking them up. Have you seen some of my posts about Overlord Husk?

All that to say that I'm not used to writing skinny characters, and "skinny character insecure about their body" is an absolutely foreign concept to me. I tried my best, though, and I hope I hit the notes with this that you needed!

About 1.5 words. Primarily SFW but Husk gets a little handsy toward the end. One-sided Husk/Angel from Angel's side, but Angel's graceful about it, there's no ship bashing here, I still love Angel and he's still one of Husk's best friends.

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“Husky!”

Husk has barely made it into the hotel lobby, and you’re already clinging to him, your tail wagging furiously.

The tail wagging is strange for your species; you’d reincarnated in hell as a gray tabby cat, a creature known for being moody, standoffish, even a little prissy. But that wasn’t who you were in life, and it’s not how you are in death, either. Husk realized it immediately upon meeting you, and at first he wasn’t a fan of your wild energy, but you managed to grow on the old man’s heart soon enough. He appreciated how young you could make him feel, and how much you reminded him that the best years of his life weren’t as far gone as he thought.

“Hey, hey!” he says, laughing, a far cry from the Husk who would have snapped at you to get off of him a few months ago. “I missed you too, babe!” He gently hugs you back, giving you a couple pats on the back before stepping away. At first you would have been hurt by the lack of enthusiasm, but now you realize that he’s simply not comfortable with too much PDA. He’s perfectly affectionate behind closed doors, and that’s what really matters.

“Damn, I need to find someone who pounces me like that when I get home!” Angel says with a laugh. Shopping bags dangle from all four of his arms, and he’s wearing a pair of sunglasses you don’t think you’ve seen on him before.

“Did you guys enjoy your boys’ day out?” you ask.

“Sure did!” Husk says as he holds up his own, much smaller shopping bag. “Had as much fun as you can when you’re clothes shopping with Angel for three hours, anyway.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like me showing off outfits for ya,” Angel teases as he sways his hips. “I know you were staring at my ass in every pair of shorts I tried on.”

“What ass?” Husk shoots back with a smile. “Don’t lie to me, you’re flat as the fuckin’ bartop.”

“Hm? I’m sorry, and whose flat ass has been on the cover of every adult magazine in hell, again?” Angel says, swaying his hips further.

“Hey, if the people want flat twinks, then good for them.” Husk returns his attention to you, and sticks his hand in the paper shopping bag. “That shop was real nice, though. I found a couple things for myself, and got you a little somethin’, too.” He digs around for a bit, before pulling out a small jewelry box and handing it to you. “Here. For my golden girl.”

You open the box and gasp at the sight of a golden choker encrusted with diamonds. “Husk! How much was this?!”

“Enough to be worth it,” is all the information he’ll give. “Mind if I put it on you?”

“Go ahead!”

He takes the box back and walks behind you. His claws graze your skin as he fastens the choker around your neck, and your skin prickles.

While he’s behind you, you’re still facing Angel. You bear no ill-will toward the porn star; you admire his confidence, and you know he’s been a good friend to Husk since long before you got here. For as much as they tease each other, Husk does genuinely seem to care about Angel and enjoy his outings with him; he wouldn’t have gone on that shopping trip if he didn’t enjoy the company at least a little, you’re sure. He hasn’t been subtle about his crush on Husk, but he’s also conceded his loss to you with grace, which only makes you appreciate him further. It’s not like Angel can’t provide any competition. Who would turn down the opportunity to date a famous porn star? You’re not even into his works, but even you admit that he’s gorgeous, with his slender build and strong legs.

You’re not built like him at all. He’s skinny in a way he works hard for, making sure every part of his body is proportioned just right for his admirers. He’s not just skinny, he’s healthy, and he glows from it.

Meanwhile, Husk is gently rubbing your bony shoulders, and you can’t help but wonder how he feels about the hard lumps beneath his palms.

“Turn around so I can see it?” he asks. You comply, and he responds with wide eyes and a whistle. “Beautiful.”

You’re not sure if you’re in the right headspace to accept the compliment. “Thanks,” you say anyway.

You spend the rest of the afternoon talking to Husk and Angel about their outing, and trying not to look at Angel too much.

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Why are you crying about this? This is so stupid. Husk chose you, didn’t he? He met Angel first; if that was what he really wanted, they would have gotten together before you even showed up, wouldn’t they?

So why are you hiding under your blanket, sobbing and clutching your shoulders and wishing you looked like him?

A gentle rapping noise interrupts your self-pity. “Babe? You okay in there?”

“I’m fine!” you call back, despite the tears streaming down your face.

“That didn’t sound fine.” Damn him and his ability to read people. That’s what you get for dating someone who doesn’t like backing down from someone who’s clearly in denial about their own feelings. How dare he care about you like this?

(You’re glad he cares about you. You just wish he’d let you have that denial.)

“I’ll be right there,” you say, knowing he won’t leave now that he’s heard you crying. You untangle yourself from the blanket cocoon you’ve been hiding in, and you go to open the door for him.

“You look like shit,” Husk says as he closes the door behind him. Not the most romantic greeting, but he’s not wrong; your fur is stained with tears, and your makeup is running. Not a good look. “Come here.” He takes your hand, leads you to the bed, and sits you both on the edge of it. “Talk to me.”

You take a few deep breaths to make sure you won’t start sobbing mid-sentence. “Husk? Am I too skinny?”

Husk stares at you, dumbfounded. “Babe. Everyone in this hotel is built like a fucking twig.”

“Yeah, on purpose!” you say. “They don’t have bones sticking out, or sunken faces… they don’t look fucking starved.”

Husk still seems dumbfounded. “Have you looked at me recently?”

You don’t mind giving him a look. His soft fur, unintentionally tousled in such a perfect way, with tufts on his shoulders and chest that are so wonderful to tug. His yellow eyes that currently burn with sarcasm, but that can gaze at you so softly when the mood is right. His generous heart; it’s not something you can see, but you always feel it when you look at him. Whether it’s the choker you still feel around your neck or the time he always gives you no matter the hour of the day, you know he could never feel like he’s given you enough.

“You don’t think I look awful, do you?” Husk says. “You could tell me if you did. I ain’t under any delusion that I’m winning any beauty contests.”

“You look great, Husk!” you insist. “I’ve thought you were handsome ever since I got here.”

“Yeah? You don’t think I look like a withered corpse because I’m regularly too drunk to remember to eat?”

“No!” you say, horrified. “Why would I ever think that?”

“Because it’s true,” he says with a shrug. “I take shitty care of myself, I ain’t denying it. At least you’re tryin’. That’s just what your body looks like. That ain’t your problem.”

“But still…” You pull your legs up to the bed and hug them. “I wish I looked like Angel sometimes… he really likes you, you know.”

Husk snorts. “Yeah. I kinda guessed.”

“You could have been with him before I even got here. Why would you choose me over a gorgeous celebrity like him?”

“You’ve got a certain charm that he doesn’t have. I still like the guy a lot, but we’re just friends. He’s not as kind hearted as you, and he doesn’t appreciate quiet nights in like you do. He needs someone who can keep up with him… and I need someone who can slow down with me. Someone like you.”

At least he loves your personality…

“Plus…” Husk wraps an arm around your waist and squeezes your hip. “I wasn’t kiddin’ when I said he had a flat ass.”

“Husk!” you squeal, his touch tickling your skin.

“Can I be a gross old man for a second?” he says with a smirk. “Because I love curves. Hips and ass are the best. Gives me something to squeeze.” Both of his arms are around you now, and he’s holding you close. “Sure, he’s perfect by some standards, but he ain’t my type. You, on the other hand…” He kisses your forehead and gently strokes your hair. “Don’t change based on what you think I want, okay, doll? I love you just like this.

Comparin’ yourself to others won’t get you anywhere. Just trust that I’m with you because I wanna be.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk got asked a thing #irk huskposts

[jebewonmorelike]

Dark Blue On You

wc: 7k (HAHAHA WHAT) pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: swearing, angsty with a happy ending but its funny/fluffy too, mentions of others drinking, mentions of hooking up; think pg-13 for this one; also taerae in that suit should be a warning in and of itself warnings for spicy cut scene: MINORS DNI!!!-- mature/suggestive/smut themes-- MINORS SKIP THIS CUT SCENE AND CONTINUE READING BELOW IT!!! (fic makes perfect sense without it) linked here and linked in fic for correct placement in story summary: bestfriend!reader is so excited when the star of the soccer team finally asks them to prom. but when losercore!taerae asks his lab partner to prom out of the blue, reader's sudden jealousy takes them by surprise... basically the prom-themed best friends to lovers of your dreams, okay? okay :) ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ GUYS! HI! it's been so long. i missed you! this was 7,000 words (plus the cut scene) so i'm sorry but that's why it took so long. was also feeling a bit rundown in terms of writing so i really needed to pace myself. but i saw those pictures of taerae in that suit and i swear to god i'm a different person now, so this is the fic you get from that brainrot. also not sure if the suit was actually blue, but that's how it looked in the pics so i ran with it. SO many fun things happening in the zb1 world in the past few days! let me know what you think of this one :) love you sm

“If you steal one more of my sweet potato fries (Y/N), I swear I’m gonna--.”

You pop the orange-colored french fry into your mouth, grinning at Taerae smugly. “You’re gonna what?”

Eyes narrowed at you through dorky, wire-framed glasses, your best friend pouts annoyedly. “One day you’ll fear my wrath.”

“Wouldn’t count on it,” you respond with a giggle. Despite his angry demeanor, Taerae turns his lunch tray so that the sweet potato fries are now facing you-- giving you easier access to one of your favorite snacks.

“You could just go back up and get your own, you know,” he persists with his performance even as he squeezes more ketchup onto his tray for you to dip the fries in. “What would you do without me?”

“Sarcastic answer: finally achieve a peaceful existence,” you joke, popping another fry into your mouth. “Serious answer... I’d be lost without you.”

You watch as Taerae’s glasses fog up a bit; the way they always did when he received a compliment or you were being a bit too sincere with him. He takes them off quickly, clearing his throat as he wipes the lenses with the hem of his polo shirt.

A pile of books slam down onto your lunch table as your friend Dohyun plops onto the bench beside you. “(Y/N)! Just the person I wanted to talk to.”

“Do you ever talk to anyone else?” You quip, earning a glare from the skinny boy.

“I talk to Taerae hyung, too,” he mumbles. You glance at your best friend, noticing how quiet he’s gotten all of a sudden. “And I like him better than you anyway.”

You shrug. “That makes two of us.”

“What I was going to ask you is,” Dohyun starts; pulling out his lunchbox from his backpack and opening it up. “Has Ryan asked you to prom yet?”

Taerae audibly gulps from across the table. You frown at him, wondering why he’s acting so weird.

“No,” you answer softly. “He hasn’t. And I definitely don’t think he’s going to anymore.”

“I don’t know what you saw in Ryan anyway,” Dohyun says, shaking his head disapprovingly. “He only wanted one thing from you.”

Taerae chokes on his apple juice suddenly and you take the carton from his hand-- placing it back on the table pointedly as he coughs into his elbow. 

“That’s enough, Dohyun,” you scold. “And for the record, I’m as pure as the day you met me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” the younger boy laughs. “So… Are you gonna go to prom alone, or?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “I already bought my outfit. I had it altered to fit perfectly, so I don’t really think I can return it at this point.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Taerae says finally. “I know you were really looking forward to going with Ryan. He’s gonna regret not asking you. But um...”

Your brow furrows as you wait for Taerae to continue his sentence. He’s looking at you kind of funny now-- eyes wide and anxious.

“Well, if you already have an outfit and stuff, I was thinking that... Um...” You watch curiously as he bends over to his side and begins shuffling through his backpack. “Fuck, where is it?”

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Someone suddenly calls behind you. Your head whips around to find Ryan walking towards your lunch table, his signature charming smirk on his lips. He’s carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder for soccer practice as he lands in front of you.

“Hi Ryan,” you greet sweetly, brain turning to mush. You’d first met the star of the soccer team officially when your Math teacher assigned you to tutor him a few months ago. He’d been in serious jeopardy of being kicked off the team for his failing grades, but with an hour of tutoring every other day, you’d helped him climb back up to a solid C+. The afternoon he received his first unit test grade since you’d started tutoring him, he had been thrilled to see B- circled in red at the top of the page... 

So thrilled, in fact, that he’d kissed you at your back corner table in the library.

And he’d kept kissing you. For the rest of that tutoring session... And then the one after that... And the one after that... And the one after that until your meetings had become more of a hybrid tutoring-and-make-out session.

That had been the extent of your “relationship” though. He was always busy with soccer and his meathead friends and ogling popular girls at the library tables next to you when your faces weren’t connected.

But he was the first boy to ever pay attention to you like this-- and he was so handsome to boot. The attention and the fantasy muddied every intelligent and rational thought in your brain. Even if you were being used, you weren’t really ready for it to stop.

One day as you were approaching the library, you stopped in your tracks as you heard Ryan’s voice around the corner. He was talking to one of his jock friends and you held your breath as you attempted to hear their conversation.

“All of the cheerleaders already have dates, dude,” Ryan’s friend relays. “Why did you wait so long?”

Ryan was silent for a moment before responding, “Even Steph?”

“Even Steph,” his friend confirmed. “Injun asked her yesterday.”

“Damnit.”

“Well, you’ve gotta go with somebody,” his friend urged. “Tyler’s parents are letting us use their lake house for the after party, so... Who’re you gonna ask!?”

“I’ll... I’ll find somebody,” Ryan responded and you heard the door to the library begin to squeak open.

“Hopefully somebody that’s gonna put out,” his friend joked and Ryan laughed along.

It was from that moment that you’d gotten it in your head that there was a chance that Ryan might ask you to prom. You’d gone shopping with your mom to pick out the perfect outfit, booked an appointment to get your hair styled for the occasion, and called a florist to purchase a boutonniere to pin on Ryan’s suit that matched your outfit.

As you’d doodled your name next to Ryan’s in your journal and decorated it with hearts one evening last week, your best friend Taerae laid on your bed-- legs dangling off the side as he strummed his guitar.

“(Y/N)...” He sang suddenly in an improvised melody. “Put down your pen... It’s getting annoying... So please tell me when...”

You turned around and glared at him, but he continued.

“You’ll stop your obsession... With that asshole named Ryan... He hasn’t even asked you to prom yet, what if he doesn’t ask you, your heart is gonna break and I’m gonna have to pick up the pieces and glue them all together again and--.”

“None of that rhymed.”

“Lyrics don’t have to rhyme for them to hold meaning,” Taerae responded, arms flopping onto the bed in a T-position dramatically. “I’m worried about you. I think this guy might be taking advantage of you.”

“At least someone wants to,” you joked, but the levity didn’t quite reach your voice. Taerae sat up abruptly; eyes fixing on you for a long moment. Finally, he sighed and pulled his guitar strap over his head-- placing the instrument beside him. 

“A lot of people want to take advantage of you, (Y/N).”

Your jaw dropped as you watched Taerae realize what he just said. He’d already begun shaking his head and waving his arms about profusely by the time a smile crept onto your face.

“NOT WHAT I MEANT!” He shouted frantically and the sheer panic on his face was enough to make you burst out laughing. At the sound of your laughter, Taerae couldn’t help but grin and the appearance of his deep dimples was admittedly comforting to you. “You already knew that’s not what I meant but... I’m just trying to tell you he’s not the only guy that likes you.”

Your brow furrowed curiously. “Who else likes me?”

“Oh, uh,” Taerae stuttered nervously, averting your gaze. “Lots of guys. Other guys. Girls, too, probably. And nonbinary folk, I’m sure.”

You nodded, unconvinced. “Well all of those other people are gonna have to fight Ryan for my attention, I guess.”

Taerae gulped. “Right.”

“Now shut up, loser,” you said, spinning back around in your desk chair. “I’m trying to name me and Ryan’s fourth child.”

Now as Ryan stands in front of you, he glances at your only two friends that are also sitting at your lunch table. “Hey nerds.”

Taerae mumbles something under his breath but you aren’t paying him any attention. 

“I’ll pick you up at 7, yeah?” Ryan asks suddenly, nodding at you.

Your lips part slightly in confusion. “What?”

“Tomorrow,” he responds brusquely. “Prom.”

“You--... We--... Us? Prom?” You know that gibberish is falling out of your mouth, but your ability to form a coherent sentence has flown out the window.

Ryan gives you an impatient smile. Of course he has every right to be impatient, you think. I can’t even speak well enough to answer his question. “Yeah. Text me your address.”

“We were actually gonna take photos at (Y/N)’s house beforehand,” Dohyun interjects.

Ryan frowns. “Oh. Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

“Really? That’s so nice of you; you don’t have to if you don’t want to!” You say quickly, grinning up at the tall boy.

“Nah, that’s cool. I’ll be there. See you then,” Ryan says with a smile before taking off towards the other end of the cafeteria. His smile is enough to burst your heart-- but lucky for you (and your poor friends), you’re able to muster up enough strength to keep living.

Instead, you merely scream; keeping your mouth closed to muffle the sound. When you finally return to the world around you, you suddenly notice how silent your friends are. 

“What?” You ask, frowning at Dohyun. “Why aren’t you guys excited?”

You turn to Taerae, who is holding a large piece of folded up paper in his hands. “What’s that?”

Snatching it from his hands, Taerae immediately lunges across the table in a panic to grab it back from you. Dohyun also swoops in to steal the paper, but both of their efforts are in vain as you swivel around to face the opposite direction and open what appears to be a poster.

🌸🌺🌸 Will you go to prom with me? 🌸🌺🌸

“OH MY GOD!” You squeal, whipping back around to face your best friend. He rips the poster from your hands and begins folding it back up, cheeks turning red. “You’re asking someone to prom!? WHO!?”

“Oh thank god: you’re an idiot,” Dohyun mumbles, sinking back into his seat.

Your brow furrows confusedly. “Huh?”

“Nothing,” Taerae answers quickly. “No one said anything.”

“Taerae, if you don’t tell me who you’re asking to prom right now, I swear I’m gonna--.”

“MOLLY!” He shouts suddenly, eyes wide as he stares over your shoulder. You turn around to follow his gaze, spotting Taerae’s lab partner, Molly, a few tables behind you. She smiles when she hears Taerae call her name, getting up from her seat and walking over to your table.

“Hi Taerae,” she greets cheerfully, curly short hair bouncing with every step. The very smart, but sometimes obnoxious girl is blinking at your best friend nervously... Holy shit. Had Molly had a crush on Taerae this whole time and you hadn’t noticed?

More importantly... Had Taerae had a crush on her?

“Hi Molly, um... I was wondering,” he starts; his delivery of this promposal a little unprepared. That’s weird, you think. If Taerae was gonna ask someone out, I’m sure he would’ve rehearsed it in the mirror until he lost his voice…

“Dude,” Dohyun interrupts suddenly, eyes wide as he looks at Taerae.

Taerae just ignores him, clearing his throat and starting again; unfolding his poster onto the table once more. “I was wondering, actually, if you’d maybe like to possibly-- and no pressure or anything, maybe someone’s already asked you, but...”

“OH MY GOD! Of course I’ll go to prom with you,” Molly exclaims, throwing her arms around Taerae. You watch as he freezes, never one for accepting public affection from anyone he didn’t know well...

From anyone except you.

You frown at the bizarrely jealous thought. Taerae obviously liked this girl. Just last week, he’d been complaining about her chewing too loud in the computer lab, but maybe he was just trying to cover up his real feelings. Taerae deserved to be happy. 

Any boy that would make a whole poster just to ask someone to prom deserved to be happy. You sigh as you study the poster in front of you. I wish Ryan had made me a poster...

As Taerae starts to fold it back up, you notice some surrounding doodles that you had been too distracted to see before. All around the border of the poster are what appear to be light pink Royal Azaleas.

Your favorite flower. 

Had Taerae really used your favorite flower to decorate his promposal for someone else? How could he?

“Stop it!” You say out loud, earning a weird look from all three of the people surrounding you. You smile awkwardly, trying to laugh off your unintentional angry outburst at your own thoughts. “I mean... Stop being so cute you guys!”

Molly grins. “Text me where to meet you tomorrow! I can’t wait.”

Taerae nods quickly as Molly skips back to her own lunch table. As soon as she’s gone, he lets out a huge sigh and you hear the clamoring of his glasses as his head falls to the table.

“But this is amazing, Tae,” you say, staring at the top of Taerae’s head as his forehead rests on the surface of the lunch table. He lifts up for a second, folding his arms and laying his right cheek back down on top of them. His hair falls messily in his eyes, unkempt and fluffy as it usually is. But the sudden urge to brush it out of his face takes you by surprise. “I didn’t know you were going to ask Molly to prom today.”

Dohyun snorts from beside you, now totally engrossed in the game he’s playing on his phone:

“Neither did he.”

~~~

“(Y/N), come down here! We need to take pictures before you leave,” your mother calls from downstairs. “We’re gonna head outside so please hurry up and join us!”

You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, anxiety building. Nearly everything about your appearance for tonight is perfect-- your hair, your skin, your outfit; even your shoes. Your friends and family are in your front yard waiting for you.

But all you can think about is how Ryan hasn’t shown up yet.

You’d texted him your address. Told him what time to come over. And now he’s already thirty minutes late. You’d have to leave soon to get to the school on time. 

“Where is he?” You whisper to yourself, grabbing your phone from your bed and checking your notifications again. Nothing.

“(Y/N), if you don’t get your ass down here right now!” The voice that’s calling you now is Taerae’s. His threat is angry enough that it makes you move-- opening the door to your room and walking to the top of the stairs. 

Taerae is furiously typing on his phone as you make your way down the stairs, his back turned to you. He’s wearing a dark blue suit-- slim-fitting and tailored to him perfectly. When you reach the second to last step, you clear your throat.

Your best friend looks up at you now, eyes wide as he takes in your appearance. His hair is pushed back, still fluffy but out of his face. You’re surprised to find yourself thinking that he looks very handsome. You blink away the thought as you continue to study Taerae-- eventually realizing that something is missing.

“No glasses?” You ask, waiting for him to respond. When he doesn’t, you prompt him again. “Taerae?”

“Oh, uh,” he begins to reply finally, shaking his head as if to clear his mind. “Yeah, just for tonight. My mom... thought it would look nice.”

“Your mom is right,” you say, smiling softly at him. “She usually is though.”

“You’re perfect,” Taerae says suddenly; eyebrows shooting up when he realizes what he just said. “I mean, you look perfectly ready to go and take pictures! And then go to prom. And stuff. You know? Like, you look perfect. Well--... You--... Um--...”

He’s rambling now and you don’t blame him. Your whole lives, you and Taerae had maintained a friendship without most pleasantries a normal friendship might have. Your affection towards each other usually came in the form of play-fighting, insults, sharing sweet potato fries at lunch, and other subtle acts of service. Only when one of you was having a particularly hard day would the other offer a hug or hand to hold or words of affirmation. You and Taerae were so close that normal affection usually seemed pretty arbitrary. 

So this compliment from Taerae, even if it was unintentional is... different.

You swallow hard, averting your best friend’s gaze. “So do you.”

Brushing past him, you open the front door and step out onto your porch-- Taerae following behind you after a moment. You check your phone again for any texts from Ryan.

“He’s a prick, (Y/N),” Taerae says softly, as you continue to stare at your phone screen-- willing your eyes not to water. “Don’t let him ruin this for you. This was all your idea. You wanted to go to prom. You wanted to take pictures beforehand. Why are you letting this guy totally fuck up your night?”

Your eyes meet Taerae’s. He’s right and you know it. Ryan couldn’t care less about you and it was evident in the way he’d asked you (or rather, told you that you were going with him) to prom-- and the way he hadn’t shown up on time to your house. In fact, the whole day you’d been consumed by two feelings: the first being obsession over whether or not Ryan would like your outfit, your hair, your parents, your house...

The second being that deep down, in the pit of your stomach, you were filled with regret about your fixation these past couple of months on the soccer star. Even Taerae had made a nice poster for Molly. Not that he’d even bothered to tell you that he was asking her. And not that you cared what Taerae did or didn’t do for people he liked.

Right?

“Tae, I--.”

“Taerae!” A chipper voice calls from around the corner. Molly appears at the bottom of the porch steps, motioning for your best friend to come down. “Come take pictures! You too, (Y/N). Just because your prom date’s a bust, doesn’t mean you can steal mine!”

Your jaw drops slightly in shock. “I wasn’t--... That’s not--...”

“Chop, chop!” Molly says, walking back over to where all of your parents are standing-- Dohyun in the middle of them, talking their ears off. 

Not wanting any more accusations being hurled at you on your own property, you give Taerae a quick shrug before following her out onto the lawn.

~

You’re sitting in the passenger seat of Ryan’s red sports car now as he parks in the school lot. He’d finally shown up two minutes before you were about to have to hop into Taerae’s car and ride in the backseat behind him and his date. Your mom, who was making no attempt to hide her displeasure, was able to snap a quick few photos of you before you left.

Ryan turns off the car, stuffing his keys in his right pocket before leaning back again into his seat. He’s staring at you and you’re not really sure how to respond. You reach for the door latch, but you feel his hand touch your left arm before you can open it.

You identify the look in his eyes right away-- he wants to kiss you. Come to think of it, you hadn’t kissed Ryan in over a week. You’d been busy with an essay and had to cancel your “tutoring sessions”. Usually, the idea would excite you. But tonight, it almost made your stomach turn.

A knock on your window startles you and you look over to find Taerae smiling at you-- more than a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

Ryan rolls down your window. “Dude, what are you--?”

“(Y/N) really wants to go to prom with you,” he replies, opening your door for you. You hop out immediately, grateful for the interference. “So you can save whatever you’re gonna do for later.”

You don’t look back at Ryan, walking as quickly as you can towards the front doors of the school. Eventually, Ryan, Taerae and Molly all catch up to you as you walk through the entranceway.

A beautiful balloon arch greets you as you enter the gym, fairy lights and vintage streamers lining every inch of the walls. It’s exactly as you’d imagined-- the prom of your dreams.

“JORDAN!” Ryan shouts suddenly from behind you, almost knocking you down as he runs to greet one of his stupid jock friends. 

You start to fall, but a pair of hands are already on your shoulders to keep you upright. “Thanks,” you mumble as Taerae pushes you through the balloon arch and towards the open floor.

“Where do you wanna sit, Taerae?” Molly asks, smiling at him expectantly. “I’m sure (Y/N) is gonna go sit with Ryan.”

You glance back to where Ryan had run off to, finding him completely surrounded by his many popular friends. You turn back to Molly and Taerae, forcing yourself to nod. 

“You should sit with us,” Taerae says, the pity in his eyes growing more embarrassing every minute. You aren’t going to ruin his night with Molly. You just couldn’t do that to your best friend.

Shaking your head, you try to smile reassuringly. “I’ll be fine.”

“(Y/N)...”

“You guys have fun! I’ll see you in a bit,” you call, wandering off to a table in the opposite corner. Once you take your seat, it’s as if you’ve been glued to it permanently.

You watch all of your peers rush to the dance floor, laugh together, embrace each other... Not once does Ryan ever come find you. But you know deep down that you sort of deserve it. How had you been so obsessed with one boy asking you to prom and ended up being the only person here having such a miserable time?

You should never have come. Or you should have come alone. Or with Taerae.

Taerae...

Your eyes rest on your best friend, who is sitting with Molly at their table. He’s leaning back comfortably in his chair; navy blue suit contrasting perfectly with his light olive skin. His smile is bright and pretty-- why the hell does he look so pretty tonight? 

Is he having fun with Molly? Is he thinking about me?

Almost as if he’s heard your thought, Taerae’s eyes meet yours. The smile on his face instantly fades to an expression of concern and you hate it. You want him to smile at you like he was just smiling at Molly. 

But why would he smile at you like that? He likes Molly.

Not you.

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you look at the screen to find a message from Taerae.

Are you okay??

You look back up at him, deciding to nod and give him a thumbs up-- hoping for that dimpled smile to return to his face. It doesn’t.

(Y/N), please just come over here You’re breaking my heart

Learning that you sitting alone in a corner is ruining Taerae’s prom experience is not what you needed to hear. Pressing your lips together awkwardly, you nod slowly at him; starting to stand up from your chair to go talk to him for a bit.

But you stop in your tracks when you watch Molly grab Taerae’s hand and pull him up out of his chair. She’s trying to tug him towards the dance floor-- his eyes widening in panic as they remain locked on you.

You wave him on, trying your best to smile at him. You feel your lip quiver and you hope he doesn’t notice from the other end of the gym. Taerae reluctantly stops resisting Molly and joins her on the dance floor after giving you another regretful look.

“Heyyyy (Y/N),” a voice slurs in your ear now, an arm wrapping around you from behind. You look up to find Ryan, smiling goofily back at you. He’s piss drunk, of course.

“Hi,” you say shortly, attempting to wiggle out of his hold but the alcohol hasn’t lessened his strength. “Can you let go, please?”

“Why would I do that?” He asks rhetorically, tequila coating his breath. “You’re my date.”

“Am I?” You spit, finally breaking free of his grip. “I couldn’t tell.”

He frowns. “What do you want? Do you want to dance or something? We can dance.”

“I want to go home,” you respond, glaring at him. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

With that, you’re walking past Ryan and through the balloon arch out of the gym. It’s not until you’re standing in the hallway that you hear a set of footsteps following you.

You turn around to find Ryan standing behind you, a small silver flask in hand. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you home,” he answers, unscrewing the top off the flask and taking a sip. “You said you wanted to go home.”

“Are you kidding me?” You ask, eyes wide with shock. “You’re drunk. You’re not getting behind the wheel like this.”

He shrugs. “I’m really good at it! I do it all the time.”

“Holy shit,” you whisper, shaking your head at him in awe. “You fucking suck, you know that?”

His brow furrows in confusion. “What? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you start, jaw setting in anger. “You’ve ignored me all night. You didn’t show up at my house on time to take pictures. You tried to skip prom to makeout with me in your car. Not to mention, you didn’t even ask me to prom. You told me yesterday that you would pick me up tonight. And now you want to drive me home and you can’t even stand up straight!?

Ryan stares at you for a long moment before the corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk. “Are you playing hard to get?”

You sigh exasperatedly. “You already got me! I was literally eating out of your palm for two whole months. I can’t believe I let myself be so stupid... Now I never want to see you ever again!”

He frowns. “It’s because of that Taeri kid, isn’t it?”

“What? No, no--...” It’s at that moment that you look back into the gym, spotting your best friend dancing with his date. He looks so stupid; he might even be the worst dancer you’ve ever met. So why does the sight of him make your heart swell? “His name’s Taerae. And he’s my best friend. That apparently likes someone else and never told me.”

You turn back to Ryan to find him staring back at you, wide-eyed. “Damn,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re in love with your weird friend.”

“I am not!” You protest, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “And he’s not weird, he’s just... Okay, yeah he’s weird. But the good kind of weird.”

“Wow. Denial much?” He says, laughing.

Your brow furrows curiously. “Why are you so okay with this? Weren’t you just asking me if I was playing hard to get?”

“It’s cool. You guys would probably make a better match anyway,” he responds with a shrug. “Plus I already hooked up with Steph in the bathroom, so I’m all set for the night if I have to be.”

You sigh, shaking your head in awe of the absolute dickhead standing in front of you. Turning on your heel and walking towards the exit doors, you mumble, “Goodnight, Ryan.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he calls after you, far too cheerily. “Tell him! Or that girl’s gonna snatch him right up. Have you seen the way she’s been looking at him all night?”

Yeah. I have.

~

It had been a decent night for Taerae. Molly had turned out to be a good enough prom date. They talked about their science project most of the night, but he hadn’t really known what else to say. Besides, he was far too distracted to have any sort of real conversation when he’d been keeping at least one eye on you the whole night.

The pain he felt watching you sit alone at an empty table-- scrolling through your phone, tears rolling down your cheek periodically when you thought no one was watching you.

But Taerae was watching you. How could he not be when the most beautiful person in the room was his best friend?

Of course the one time he’d taken his eyes off you, you’d gone missing.

So far, he’d checked the buffet table, the photobooth, the hallway... He’d even knocked on the bathroom door (and received a very annoyed response from whoever was inside). But you were nowhere to be found.

That’s when he spots Ryan. The star of the soccer team is sitting down at the end of the bathroom hallway, back leaned against a locker. Taerae runs up to him frantically, smelling the liquor on his breath from six feet away.

“Where’s (Y/N)!?” Taerae shouts, shaking Ryan’s shoulders when he doesn’t answer.

The tall boy groans. “How should I know?”

“Because (Y/N)’s your date?  Don’t you have any idea where your fucking date is!?”

“Jesus, chill out. This is why I said you were weird,” Ryan mumbles, slurring his words. “(Y/N) went home already.”

“What?” Taerae asks, mind racing. “Did you say something? Did you do something? Did you put your hands on--?”

“Probably, yeah. I don’t remember,” he responds, pointing up at Taerae. “But I thought (Y/N) was gonna tell you. I said to tell you so that that girl... doesn’t...”

Before he can finish his entirely incoherent sentence, Ryan has slumped over onto his side and fallen asleep. 

“Tell me what?” Taerae asks; attempting to shake him awake. But it’s no use. “For christ’s sake...”

He turns around, about to run back towards the gym, but instead he comes face to face with his own prom date.

“Oh, Molly, I--,” he starts, but the girl in front of him cuts him off quickly.

“Go,” she says simply, the knowing smile on her face confirming to Taerae that she’s well aware of what’s going on. “Go get (Y/N).”

Taerae sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. This is not cool of me at all.”

“No, it’s not,” Molly says with a laugh. “But I knew you liked (Y/N) the whole time. Once Dohyun opens his mouth, it’s hard to get him to shut it.”

Taerae smiles. “I always knew Dohyun would spill all my secrets one day.”

Molly shrugs. “It’s okay actually. Because tonight made me realize I kind of like Dohyun way more than you anyway. He’s more my type. He actually laughs at my chemistry jokes.”

“Oh, uh,” Taerae falters, eyebrows raising in shock. Dohyun? More her type? Taerae didn’t know that Dohyun was anyone’s type. Not that Taerae thought he was anyone’s type either. “Yeah, I guess I’m more of a biology guy.”

Molly hums. “Do you think you could put in a good word for me then?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, nodding absentmindedly. “Yeah, sure.”

“No hard feelings, then?” Molly asks, smiling up at him.

“No, none at all, I guess,” Taerae agrees-- though the entirely absurd thought of someone using him to get to Dohyun is still eating away at the back of his brain. “You’re okay if I leave now? Do you have a ride home?”

Molly nods happily. “I’ll see you on Monday! Don’t forget the Chapter 13 exam,” she says, walking back down the hallway towards the gym.

 “And tell me how it goes with (Y/N)!”

~

You’re face down on your bed, having flopped there in a puddle of tears as soon as you’d gotten home and changed into your pajamas. Your dad had picked you up and you’d driven home in uncomfortable silence apart from your quiet sniffling. You’re currently subsisting on an entirely separate plane of existence-- one with excessive tears and nothing else.

But a rattling at your window startles you, causing you to jump up to see what’s making the sound. You’re even more startled when you realize that the sound is actually that of Taerae fiddling with the latch on your window frame.

You run to the window, unlocking the latch and pushing it open. You whisper-shout at your idiotic best friend, “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Remember when I used to do this when I lived next door? Before we moved?” He replies, completely out of breath and barely managing to hang onto the vines of ivy running down the side of your house. 

“Taerae, you moved when we were ten years old! You weighed at least 30 kilograms less than you do now. Are you crazy!?” Grabbing onto his arms and pulling him through the window, he lands with an ungracious thud on your bedroom floor.

“Huh,” he says, panting to catch his breath as he lies flat out on his back on your beige carpet. “I used to be in really good shape then. Maybe I should start working out.”

You sit down next to him, your back leaning against the side of your bed. You look at the right leg of his suit pants, finding a wet spot on the knee. He must’ve fallen before he successfully climbed up to your window.

He looks just as pretty lying here like this as he had all night-- only now, he looks a bit more like the Taerae you were used to. His hair had fallen into his eyes a bit more and he must’ve switched out his contact lenses for his glasses on his way here. Maybe your best friend had always been this beautiful... Maybe you’d just never taken the time to notice before.

Your eyes widen suddenly. “Taerae, what are you doing here? Where’s Molly?”

He sighs annoyedly. “Ask Dohyun.”

“What?” You ask, brow furrowing in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Never mind,” he says, rolling his eyes. “It’s a long story.”

You frown. “Prom isn’t even over yet. Why did you leave?”

“Because Ryan told me you left,” he answers, finally sitting up to look at you. “I needed to make sure you were okay.”

“Well, you could’ve texted me,” you respond, looking around you for your phone.

Taerae points to your desk and you turn to see your phone sitting on the corner of it. “You weren’t answering.”

“Oh,” you say softly, eyes falling to your lap. “I guess I wasn’t.”

“Look at me,” Taerae requests suddenly and you reluctantly oblige. You know you must look absolutely insane. Hair out of place, eyes red and puffy and face blotchy from crying. He smiles at you sadly again, just like he had been the whole night. “I know you’re not okay. You can be upset. You know I won’t judge you.”

His words are all you need for the tears to start flowing again. In less than a second, Taerae’s arms have wrapped around you; holding you tightly in his embrace. It’s comforting, but at the same time it’s not. Not if he knew the real reason you’d been crying so much.

“He doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N),” he says, hand finding its way to the back of your head to pet your hair. “I’m so, so sorry that he treated you this way. He was never worth your time.”

You swallow back your tears, before pulling away from Taerae. Your arms still tangled up with his, you say finally, “I know.”

He stares at you for a moment before that sad smile returns. “You should know. I’m glad that you know. He doesn’t deserve any of your tears.”

“They’re not for him.” The truth falls from your lips before you can chicken out. You brace for the instant regret that should come with saying these words, but it doesn’t come. Instead, you feel the beginnings of relief.

Taerae’s head tilts to the side questioningly. “What--... What do you mean?”

Your bottom lip tucks between your teeth and you bite it hard to dissolve the anxiety in your chest. “I wasn’t crying over him.”

“Oh...” He says softly, utter confusion written all over his face. “So... You... Okay, no, I don’t get it.”

Of course Taerae didn’t get it. He had a wonderful night with the girl he likes. And the person who’d ruined it for him was you.

“Oh, I just remembered that Ryan said you wanted to tell me something?” Taerae says, brow furrowed curiously. “Or that he told you to tell me something? I dunno. He wasn’t making much sense right before he passed out.”

“I like someone else,” you blurt; the rush of adrenaline causing you to stand up and find something to busy yourself with before your nails dig holes into your palms. You walk over to your record player, turning it on and dropping the needle on whatever album is already loaded. When the sound flows from the speakers, you realize it’s an R&B album you picked up from a vintage thrift shop across town last week. 

Taerae stands up, too-- recognizing the tension in your voice. “You do?”

You nod, avoiding his gaze. “Mmhmm.”

“That’s... That’s great, (Y/N),” he encourages, but there’s a hint of reluctance in his voice. “I just hope whoever it is, they’re much nicer to you.”

“He’s really nice to me, actually,” you confirm, finally turning around to look at Taerae again. You catch a glimpse of sadness in his eyes before he shifts his focus  down to the floor.

It’s now or never.

“Even when I steal his sweet potato fries.”

There’s a lag in his response. It takes a full ten seconds for Taerae to look up at you and, when he does, his eyes are wide and his lips are parted in shock. He’s so silent that you’re suddenly sure you’ve made a terrible mistake.

You clear your throat awkwardly. “I’m really sorry; maybe I shouldn’t’ve said that. I know you like Molly and I’m sorry you left prom early to check on me and I know I’ve been so annoying these past couple months and maybe it’s not fair of me to say any of this but when you made that poster for her and it had those Royal Azaleas on it-- that’s my favorite flower, how could you do that, you insensitive piece of--.”

For the last couple moments of your insane rambling, Taerae had been stepping towards you-- closing the gap between you and him quickly before finally cupping your face in his hands and connecting your lips in a particularly unskilled kiss.

When he pulls back, he’s blinking at you with innocent eyes; a blush heating his cheeks.

“Was that your first kiss?” You ask, a small smile turning up the corners of your lips. Taerae’s bottom lip has found its way between his teeth and he’s biting it hard to alleviate his nervous energy; hands dropping to his sides. He just nods in response.

Your right hand raises to his jaw now; left hand resting on his shoulder. Pulling him in to kiss you again, you say softly, “Just follow me for a second.”

When your lips are on Taerae’s again, you squeeze his shoulder gently to get him to relax. He responds to this, letting you lead until he feels confident enough to match you. And once he does...

You’re ready to kick yourself for not falling for him sooner.

“It was for you,” he says softly in between kisses. “I made it for you.”

You pull back to look at him. “What?”

“The poster. The promposal,” Taerae clarifies. “It had your favorite flowers on it, because it was for you.”

Your eyebrows raise as the truth sinks in. Taerae had been trying to ask you to prom yesterday; that’s why he was acting so weird. And Dohyun had obviously been enlisted to help.

“You wanted to go so badly,” he explains. “I know not with me, but I just wanted to try and make you happy anyway.”

A sad laugh escapes you. “Tell me honestly: why are you letting me confess to you right now? Do I really deserve it after all I must’ve put you through?”

Taerae shakes his head. “You definitely don’t,” he affirms before grinning at you. Finally those perfect dimples are on display just for you. “But I’m such a sucker for you. Those sweet potato fries only cost a dollar, you know?”

“I know,” you whisper, grabbing the collar of his navy suit jacket and pulling him in once more. You kiss him sweetly and his arms snake their way around your waist in response. “They just taste better coming from your tray.”

“I don’t even like them,” he says, kissing you again; a smirk on his lips. “I just get them so you’ll steal them from me.”

~

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“(Y/N)?”

Your mother calling you from the other side of your door jolts you, sending you and Taerae scrambling off each other on your bed-- where you haven’t really let each other breathe for the past twenty minutes.

“If Taerae’s sleeping over, can you tell him to turn his headlights off, please?” That’s all your mom says before her footsteps travel back down the stairs; a hint of a smirk in her voice.

Taerae’s eyes widen, his hands searching his pockets for his keys. When he doesn’t find them, he smiles at you sheepishly. “Oops.”

“So stealthy of you,” you tease, hitting his chest lightly as you attempt to catch your breath. He grabs your hand, pulling you back into him and reattaching your lips. Before your mind goes blank again, you pull back. “Go turn your car off!”

“Fine,” he sighs, annoyedly. Pushing himself up off the bed with his hands, he finally stands up and walks towards the window. “Here I go. Just like you asked.”

You walk over to him, grabbing his shoulders from behind and turning him towards your bedroom door. “No more scaling buildings for tonight, King Kong.”

“Really? King Kong? Couldn’t have said something sexier like Spiderman or?”

Before he reaches for the doorknob, you turn him back to face you. Raising up on your toes cutely, you press one more kiss to his lips. “I just don’t really like spiders.”

“That’s right,” he says, palm cupping your cheek. “Giant gorilla it is, then.”

“Now go turn your car off so we can get back to what we were doing...”

Taerae’s hand flies to the doorknob; throwing the door open and running to the stairs as fast as he possibly can. 

Just before he disappears down the stairs, he turns back to you-- pounding his chest with his fists lightly like the cutest, lamest gorilla to ever exist.

“This idiot,” you whisper, shaking your head.

I must really love him.

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[samiamdandles]

The Reminders

Summary: Collei being reminded of Dottore and having a major mental freakout, reader tries their best to comfort her. Word Count: 1k Warnings: Angst(?) Hurt/Comfort, Mention of S H, Extremely Traumatized Collei, Female reader, Platonic, Reader isnt good at comforting.

Authors note: just a small one shot, was thinking about collei sm </3 hopefully this Angst is ok its my first one thats kinda angsty.

That distinct smell of copper and the sterile smell of hospitals insulted Collei’s nose. It hit her while she was alone, cleaning the statue of seven, she froze, looking around. Sometimes, for no reason, her mind liked to play cruel tricks on her, forcing her to remember the smell of him. Seeing the same shade of blue his hair was, his smell, his mannerisms she would see in other people, it made her shake. No, she couldn’t let this get to her, she had to prove that she was capable.she hadn’t thought about him at all for years, now suddenly this and the few times this month? No, she had to prove she was over it, over him, and was a capable forest ranger.  It still didn't stop her from shaking uncontrollably, not realizing how her heart rate had increased significantly.  Her mind starting to wander as she finished her task, rushing to head home when she was done. Tighnari caught her on the way, calling out to her, “Collei? Are you okay? C’mere, let me take care of you.” she usually would’ve appreciated it, but the way he said it just reminded her so much of him. “Just leave me alone. You don’t fucking help anyways.” she yelled out, breaking out into a jog. Tighnari was left there, mouth wide open from the interaction.

Day three. Three days of Collei not eating, and refusing to leave her house. You were sat outside her house, a tray of food and a cup of water next to you. “Collei, I am begging you to please please eat. I’m letting you know now that i will come in by force if you don't eat by tonight.” you waited to hear something, anything, but nothing. The pit in your stomach kept getting worse day by day.  You never left your spot outside her house unless absolutely needed, only when Tighnari had begged you to do something. As the sun started to set, you made your way back to Collei’s after Tighnari had begged you to help with some work, a soft knock at her door and a fresh tray of food for her ready. “Collei, if you don't answer me I am coming in, love.” you tried to be gentle about it, waiting for a response. A few long moments before you hear her lock click and her door open ajar. “Come in.” she whispered, her voice sounded so meek. You entered slowly, taking in the state of her home, and her when you finally saw her. Her eyebags, the fidgeting, the tear stains and the way she seemed so skinny and frail. “Collei..” she couldn't look you in the eyes, sitting back down on her bed. “He just won't leave.” she croaked, she brought her knees up to her chest, rocking herself. Your heart shattered, realizing what was going on, you hated seeing her in this state. She was your best friend, someone you loved and you weren't even sure what to do. “I’m going to sit by you if that's okay.” you figured it would be best to announce your movements giving her current state, once you heard no protest, you set the tray on the bedside table and sat on her bed, keeping distance. You would try to get her to eat later tonight.

You figured she just needed someone there physically so you would gladly take that role. “I’m here for you.” is all you said, glancing over at her. Collei buried her face into her knees, she wasn’t sure why, but hearing those words, especially from you just made her feel a certain way. She started to sob uncontrollably, gripping herself tighter. “I miss him at the same time. Am I broken? Why? I know I shouldn't.” She babbled, you hushed her, you wanted to hug her and hold her, but you couldn’t. You both sat there for a few beats, listening to her choked sobs. As you opened your mouth to say something, Collei turned to you, her arms stretched out. “I just- i wanted to forget but i wanted to be close to him again- and i didnt- “  that’s when you realized why she was showing you her arms. You gasped lightly, quickly getting up to go get tighnari. “I’ll be back love, let me get Tighnari.” “No!” she yelled, she surprised even herself with how abrupt she was. “Please.. Just.. stay with me for a while?” you stared at her, debating and chewing on your lip. You examined her arms, after rummaging around and finding spare bandages you patched her up, deeming it okay to get tighnari after you sat with her. “Can you please eat something? Even just half a pita pocket would make me happy.” you pleaded, picking up a pita pocket, urging her.  She begrudgingly complied, taking the pita pocket from you and taking small bites.

“Thank you.” you watched her as she ate, she just stared off into space as she ate, but she did end up eating an entire pita pocket. That entire night was just you two sitting in silence, once in a while interrupted with Collei telling you about her thought process, or stuff that worried her. It helped having you there, you helped calm her down, she felt safe. A few hours into the night, you both had made yourselves comfortable, you at her table reading your novel while Collei laid in her bed, toying with a plushie she owned. “Do.. do you want to sleep with me?” she stared at you expectantly, fidgeting and chewing on her lip as she awaited your answer. You were taken back, sure you two were best friends but you had never slept over with her before. “Sure.” She moved over, watching your every move as you got into her bed, still trying to be mindful of her and her space.  The two of you laid there, staring at each other in silence. It was for sure awkward, but Collei had never felt more at peace, the thoughts of him disappeared completely, and her heart stilled. “Goodnight.” “Goodnight Collei, please remember to apologize to Tighnari in the morning.” is all you had sad before the two of you eventually succumbed to sleep. The next morning you awoke to Collei nestled against you, her face buried in the crook of your neck.

#genshin impact #collei #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #collei x reader #genshin angst #angst #genshin dottore #il dottore #dottore #female reader #genshin female reader

[hurricaneonanesthesia]

Hi! May I request sova, chamber and yoru that has a s/o who's stronger than them? Thank you sm! ^^

Warnings: slightly suggestive in Yoru’s

Genre: fluff

Pairing(s): Sova x GN!Reader, Chamber x GN!Reader, Yoru x GN!Reader

Authors Notes: ABSOLUTELY YES YES. I love this idea sm.

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Sova

He’s in awe of your strength. Sova’s a respectful simp, after all his babushka taught him to always respect others and to try and get to know them before making any assumptions about them. 

But seeing you on the battlefield and just taking out enemies right and left strangely gives him a sense of satisfaction and he’s intrigued by you.

There’s just something about your s/o being as strong as, if not stronger than you that really gets him going and wanting to strive to become better

He’ll accompany you to the Range to practice his trick shots while you work on headshotting all of the training dummies there. 

he misses all his shots but thats cause he's too distracted watching you bash in every dummy's head

Chamber

This man has a tendency to act like a little shit to tick you off because he thinks it’s the hottest thing in the world when you tell him to go eat a wet sock, knowing full well that you could easily shove the said wet sock into his mouth.

He operates a lot with weapons so I like to think that underneath the fancy suit he's not that muscular. Like I don't mean he's skinny as a twig, but he's probably more on the lean side as opposed to someone like Sova or Brim.

He also probably doesn't life very often, but he finds it attractive when you're doing pushups or something and you ask him to sit on your back while you do pushups.

Yoru

He loves every part about you. He knows full well that if you really wanted to, you could probably crush his head between your legs like a watermelon. And he’s turned on by it

He’ll probably compete with you whenever you guys are having a training day back at HQ. He’s kind of a sore loser so he’ll try to lift more than you, but ends up hurting himself so you need to get Sage to fix any sore or aching muscles the next day.

He gets really flustered when you swoop in and just pick him up and carry him. Like lets say he was being dumb with Phoenix and ended up spraining his ankle. You picking him up with no problem gets his face all red, and has him at a loss for words.

In this relationship, he’s most likely the little spoon cause he likes the feeling of your arms around him and the feeling of your chest pressed up against his back.

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[coyote-kiddo]

i was re-tagging some of my old posts and found this, so i figured i'd re-do it!!! (all at once because i do NOT have the memory to do it over 30 days)

i found petdre first via the aesthetic "babycore", and then slowly got more and more into agedre!! i also found out a while later that i had been involuntarily age regressing for years and hadnt noticed

my age when im small is kinda hard to pinpoint, but i would say somewhere between 3-5 most of the time!!

i dont have one, and i dont plan on getting one until im an adult (for safety purposes), but i have a few fictional cgs!! (stolas, toriel, and alastor are my biggest ones :3)

hm, i would say a day with one of my fictional cgs!! getting to play with the toys ive been wanting, color and draw, wear clothes that feel comfortable on my body, use teethers, bottles, diaps and pacis and watch my favorite shows without being judged or being embarrassed abt it :3 plus a nice warm bubble bath, baba of warm almond milk and a lullaby before bed!!

i have loads of sippies, a few bottles, a few teethers, a paci and one disposable diap as of right now, but i really really want a babyyourdoll classic round paci!! and also pull ups, mostly js for comfort :33 i would also like more silicon teethers bc they feel nicer than gel/water teethers heheh

i pet dream occasionally, not as often as i used to but still occasionally!! i petdre to an afghan hound, a kitty, a fox, and im considering trying wolf pup, fruit/vampire bat and deer :3

when i age dream, im not too much different from when im big bc my headspace doesnt change as much- im just a bit more childish and less embarrassed about stuff!! regressed me is wayy different though bc my regression is almost always negative- im typically more emotional, childish, clingy, and annoying.

i prefer drawing!!! i like to color also but drawing just feels so freeing to me :3

my moots!!! too shy to tag but i love them sm /p /gen

regression is almost always invol for me because of anxiety and trauma, its also usually negative which is kinda sucky

yepp!!

not that i can remember, ive used regression gear in dreams before but never regressed

this one is kinda tricky- im gonna say probably either apple slice or salteens!! i also really love juice, chocolate, graham crackers and cheese and crackers :3

yes!! i never really grew out of them, even before i started to age dream ive collected them :3

just my stepmom and my dad, i dont really think they remember though

bubs, kiddo, buddy, and little guy are my favs!! masc nicknames are sooo gender affirming to me as a fem-presenting trans man :,3

my regression is usually negative and involuntary, but nothing usually makes me "instantly regress"- its kinda a coin flip- but something that makes me feel smaller when i age dream is fuzzy socks!!

nope 😭 even if im able to buckle down and have small time after ive been involuntarily regressed it just kinda fades away

its okay, i cant really speak on it much bc i have most people i dont feel comfortable with blocked and i dont have any other socials. though i do hate when people stereotype and gatekeep it, or water it down to "fem, pastel, cute way of coping for skinny white girls only"

not a lot, but if i stumble upon one in the tags i might read it :3c

yeah, but i dont really feel comfortable being tickled

stolas goetia from helluva boss!!!! he is literally my dada guys /silly

my preference changes constantly, but it would definitely have a crib that can be converted into a toddler/big kid bed w a canopy and mobile, a sensory tent, a bouncer, a play area and a deer rocker!!!

not really, it makes it harder for me to stay small sometimes

i regress because of trauma and anxiety, i age dream as a coping mechanism for stress, gender dysphoria and missing out on my childhood :3

i almost always have to be listening to music when small, regressed or age dreaming, and my music taste jus kinda stays the same

just boundaries i set for myself- dont intentionally seek out my triggers, dont stay up too late, eat when im hungry, etc

when i regress, i get very very clingy and sad and scared, so i come off as very needy and kinda annoying (+ blunt because i kinda forget how social rules work), when i age dream im basically the same as when im big, just gigglier and more childish

maybe!! i havent tried out caregiving before but i would like to!!

im in the process of learning italian, so i sometimes watch kids' shows in italian to help practice and to make myself feel smaller!!

#agere #sfw agere #age regression #sfw age regression #age regressor #sfw age regressor #agedre #sfw agedre #age dreaming #sfw age dreaming #age dreamer #sfw age dreamer #starboytalking 💫 #dont know why the readmore isnt working but ok tumblr

[eggcompany]

Kill a Dixon Part 1

A call in about a public sexual assault. That’s how Shane’s journey began to help one twenty year old Daryl Dixon. Daryl’s just a young man struggling to make it in the world without being alone. Kind Lori Grimes and compassionate Officer Grimes help him with a roof and long talks.

Officer Walsh really had a soft spot in his heart for the kid. And One Miss Lori Grimes would feel a twinge of motherly affections toward him too.

Shane hated calls like this. Any rapes really pissed him off. But public raping? Gang rape? Public gang rape in the park public bathrooms, some kid handcuffed, beat up, and blacked out. 

Shane expected a druggy, maybe someone strung out or a town prostitute that mixed up with some bad guys. 

When he walked into the nasty old bathroom to wait on an ambulance he didn't expect to see a skinny light headed man- boy kneeling limply on the floor with his wrists cuffed to a pipe above his head. He was naked, all bruised and red. He had what looked like hickies all over his neck and shoulders and collarbones but also hand shaped bruises around his neck and bruises formed around his ribs and scratches running down his thighs. He had a bruise on his cheek too but no black eye. Shane then did notice he still had on a pair of unlaced brown work boots. Probably had his clothes cut off of him. 

He quickly walked over and knelt down in front of the lifeless form. 

"Hey, hey buddy, I've got an ambulance on the way but let's get you out of these. Hey man are you alright? Can you wake up? Wake up for me now." Shane said quietly in his Emergency Hurt Children voice. He looked over the boy and held his bloody wrist in his hand for a second and felt a strong pulse. 

He looked at the cuffs and noticed they looked like cheap ones you could get at a sex shop maybe. He was sure he had a needle or a paperclip in his truck. 

"I'm gonna go get a clip from my truck to get these unlocked. I'll be right back. I'll be right back, I'm not leaving." The officer said even though the boy was still unresponsive. Shane could see him breathing though and he seemed to still have good color in his face. 

He quickly dashed back to his truck and looked around till he found a stack of papers he was working on while on patrol. He snatched a paperclip off of a few of the papers and dashed back to where the boy was shifting slightly. 

He knelt back in front of the boy and quickly used the paperclip to work open the cuffs while speaking calmingly to him. 

"Hey buddy, I'm Officer Walsh. I've got an ambulance on the way. We're just gonna wait here till they come. Can you tell me your name?" Shane said and pulled the boy's hands down. The young man blinked, groaned, and wrapped his arms around his middle, leaning forward. 

"Daryl. Aint need no ambulance. Need my jeans and a shirt." The boy grumbled with a thick southern accent as he moves to grab the side of the sink and pull himself up. He fails though and ends up slipping back down to his knees moaning in pain. 

Shane shushes him and holds his hands out to help the boy- Daryl- up. 

"Hey, Daryl, Let's take this easy now. You're in shock, you need to at least get checked out at the hospital. We'll get your report figured ou-"

"I said I don't need a damn ambulance. I need my fuckin' jeans and a shirt. Don't need any fuckin' hand outs." Daryl said and pushed himself up to stand. He turned a sickly green color and quickly bent over the sink to puke. 

"Alright. Alright man, let me go get some clothes out of my truck. I'll see what I've got." Sahen said as he stood next to the boy and looked over at him again. He seemed to have just thrown up what looked like bile, sperm, and probably piss. Shane shook his head as he jogged back to the truck to snag the pack of clothes he always carried. People are so fucked up. He was glad he always had some extra clothes, it was just in case he got into some really nasty shit to save a kid or cat or got shit thrown at him by crackheads. 

He grabbed the small green bag from under the driver's seat and jogged back to where Daryl was still retching. He looked so weak. Shaking like a leaf, naked, cold, covered in bruises and dried ejaculate with tears and snot running down his face from dry heaving. 

"I've got some extras. I don't know if they'll fit you but if you're so adimate about it..." Shane said and handed over the bag. He heard sirens in the distance. Maybe if the ambulance got here, then the boy would see reason. 

Daryl grabbed the bag and ripped open the zipper and grabbed the pair of jeans that were folded on top. 

"I already said I don't need no handouts. I can take care of myself, pig." Daryl said and pulled the jeans on over his work boots. They were at least three sizes too big. 

"Hey, there's no reason for that. I'm just trying to help you Daryl. Now the ambulance is already gonna be here any second and you look like you might have a fractured rib, bruised at least. Let them take you to the hospital and the hospital can file a report. They can at least give you some he-"

"Look officer dumbass, I just need to go home. I don't need you or them damn doctors help." Daryl said and pulled on the t-shirt that also hung over his thin body. The jeans kept falling down and Shane was going to offer some zip ties to hold them up but Daryl was already cutting the bottom hem off to use as a belt. 

"Look, man, if you're strung out or anything else it won't matter. I just want you to get checked out. Broken bones, STDs, diseases, that's all I'll care about. If you got something nasty then the hospital can give you some medicine. Hell if you're on anything else." Shane said as the ambulance pulled in. Daryl was about to storm off but he fell down to his knees. 

Soon Daryl was in the back of the ambulance fighting off the EMTs. Shane had already told them everything he knew. And they left for the hospital. 

Shane had done everything he could. There wasn't anything at the scene and well this county didn't care much about boys ending up like this. He found out later that it had been Daryl Dixon so the county was really against investigating it given the Dixon clan were all druggy criminals. Shane though... Shaen called the hospital the next morning but earned the news that Daryl had signed himself out right after they had gotten blood drawn from him. 

Sighing as he got dressed, he needed groceries and had the night patrol again, he decided maybe he'd keep an eye out for a guy in jeans too big and a hoodie, the hospital said he'd taken a hoodie from another patient.

Sure enough limping down the road walking toward the druggy, dirty outskirts of town, hood pulled over his head was one Daryl Dixon. Shane turned around and drove beside him real slow. 

"Hey! Daryl! Hey man, c'mon come talk to me for a second." Shane hollered out his passenger side window. He rolled beside the boy who kept his head down and hands shoved into the hoodie pockets. 

"C'mon 'm just checking up on ya as a friend. No badge, just me." Shane said and Daryl huffed and walked off the road onto the grass beside it. 

"Just wanna make sure you're alright. Called the hospital. Heard what kinda hell you raised." Shane said again. He had called. He had been told that 'That little creatin yelled every curse at us and halfway wrestled the EMTs out of the ambulance. We had to sedate him just to get some blood. There's no way we'll get him into x-ray.' He wasn't surprised. 

Daryl kept walking, a little faster over the cold morning dew. 

"I read up on your file." Shane finally yelled and stopped fully. The younger man also stopped. 

Daryl took a big breath and stomped over to the stopped vehicle. 

"Yeah? Read 'bout old parking tickets? Or did you rather read 'bout how many times I left that hospital before. Just like I already told you- I don't need no damn handouts." The man said and turned and started walking off again. 

Shane nodded. He'd read about the eleven times Daryl had signed himself out since he turned eighteen. Two years and nearly six hospital visits a year. Every time he was found unconscious somewhere. Drugs, beaten up, dumped out of a car, and the last four times have all been the same. Locked to pipe or wall or tree and raped. Public, all public. And every time they try to file a police report or get him into rehab or try to get the police involved, he denies. Worse, the cops can charge him with public nudity.

Shane also looked into the family the kid lived with. Daddy, Will, Dixon was a bastard. Domestic violence, drugs, every charge possible related to drinking or being drunk, and child endangerment. And a brother, Merle, who Shane had seen in the precinct many times but was lucky enough never to have dealt with. He had a wrap sheet a mile long too. 

But Daryl? Daryl didn’t do much more than poach. He had been forgiven for dozens of poachings. From a decade ago and from the past year. Probably had to hunt to eat by the looks of it. He seemed to be the only Dixon that didn’t have some sort of drinking habit or drug addiction. 

“They said you didn’t even shower. You even got hot water at home? I know I do. Shower, bath tub, hot food. Now how ‘bout you come talk to me, get in the truck, and we can figure something out.” Shane offered and kept a slow roll next to the kid. Daryl stopped. Kept his eyes down and thought. 

“What’d you want in return?” He yelled back as another car went around the officer waving. Shane chuckled and shook his head, looking up at the squinting blue eyes. 

“Conversation ‘bout what happened. And let me take a look at your ribs. Ain’t no nurse but I’d prefer knowing that they aint broke.” Shane said sincerely and Daryl looked over at him. Sharp blue eyes stared at him for a moment. He snarled and rolled his eyes and walked up to the vehicle. 

“You got any cokes at your house?” He asked as he hauled himself into the sheriff's vehicle. Shane smiled and pulled onto the highway listening for Daryl to buckle his seat belt.

#egg_company #fanfic #fanfiction #twd daryl dixon #daryl twd #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #good shane walsh #shane walsh #rick grimes #lori grimes #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead

[one-vivid-judgment]

Uhh.. Can I request for NSFT Headcanons for my man, Yagami..?

For you know *coughing* Research Purposes for writing or something 👉👈😳

I recently changed my laptop wallpaper to Yagami (from the cover of the first game, actually) and I've been getting the urge to replay the Judgments to see my man again 😔😔 I miss his flat-assed, skinny-jeans-wearing, middle-aged self sm. Gotta finish the yearly Ace Attorney replay first though, that's how it is.

PD: Y'all sending horny requests are valid as fuck, y'all just like me for real

Always down for a good ol’ blowjob. Especially good to de-stress after a long day of work. Of course, he doesn’t call you up only to ask you to suck his dick! That would be ungentlemanly of him, considering you’re his partner and he absolutely adores you. But if you just so happen to be down to getting on your knees on his office and blow him, then... well, it can’t be helped, can it?

Something about seeing you wear his jacket makes him go feral. Yeah, sure, he’s not opposed at all to having you naked and bouncing on top of him. But it’s another thing entirely to have you naked save for his jacket, which barely covers your chest. It can get a bit uncomfortable with the leather and how sweaty you both get, but it’s a small price to pay.

Yagami loves you for a lot of reasons, and one of those is that you offer him a place to stay and a comfortable bed to sleep, and he couldn’t be more grateful after years of sleeping on his couch. Besides, being so close from so early in the morning gives him the perfect chance to get some slow morning sex right before going to work (quickies are nice, yeah, but he likes to take his time more). Perks of being a detective are that he is his own boss with his own schedules, so depending on your schedule, he doesn’t even have to wake up early for sex.

#ryu ga gotoku #judgment #judge eyes #lost judgment #takayuki yagami #.txt #ask response #yakuza headcanons #nsft headcanon

[sflow-er]

i dont mean this in a weird way but ive never seen anyone point this out ( prob bc its a bit weird to but yk ) but from the first season versus later on august looks like hes lost So much weight like his face just looks sm smaller ( dont mean this in a weird way to malte at all bc he also mentioned lisa asked him to workout more and get leaner before s2 so it was definitely a concious choice ) but i feel like it shows the progression of his ed well like with the scene with sara in s2 when shes in bed and hes staring at her he looks so skinny ☹️ crazy no one in show points it out or they dont show it more

Thank you for the ask, anon!

I want to preface this by saying I have zero interest in August or Malte's physique as such. I am way too old and way too ace to find him attractive or unattractive, and I strongly condemn any kind of body/weight shaming and judging people based on their physical appearance.

With that being said... I do think August is meant to have lost weight since S1 and that we are meant to make the connection to his disordered eating, body image distortion, and compulsive exercise (which I believe is not only related but also the presentation that we see the most often).

It is in fact mentioned once in S2E1 when the third-years meet at the party. August says he missed the trip to the Seychelles because he doesn't want a beer belly for the last semester. Of course, the real reason was that he couldn't afford it, but the excuse prompts Vincent to wonder out loud if he actually lost weight over the holidays. They don't talk about it any further, but as the scene comes very soon after we saw him eating that bag of kale/spinach as a meal, I think it serves as another hint of his issues escalating. This also makes sense if you consider his S3 explanation - he was at a very low point after Wille rightfully disowned him, and there was probably quite a bit of noise in his head.

I can't remember if I've read/seen the interview with Malte that you mentioned, but I do feel like I've heard the detail before. They could have also used makeup etc. to make August look leaner than Malte.

In any case, I think it's pretty realistic that people around August don't peg his ED for what it is. Again, this really isn't my area of expertise, but as far as I understand, disordered eating is still primarily seen as affecting girls/women, and most people only have a limited idea of how it can manifest. So if you're a young man like August and/or your ED presents differently from what people typically assume, it can easily go unnoticed.

#young royals #yr s3 spoilers #<very minor spoiler so i'm not using as many tags as usual #young royals season 3 #yr s3 #yrs3 #cw eating issues #cw ed #cw disordered eating #tw: eating disorder #disordered eating cw #august horn of årnäs #august horn #anon ask

[wendyslegalwife]

OMGOMG WENDY INVITING YOU OVER TO LISTEN TO HER NEW ALBUM BEFORE IT DROPS BUT SHE ACTUALLY JUST WANTED TO 😜😜😜😜

You horny little- just kidding but I love this request sm🥹🥹🩵🩵🩵

Wendyxfemreader

Genre: smut

Warnings: body praising, vouyerism, fingering, slight degradation, innocence kink.

Minors and men dni!

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† it was currently 6pm the clock was ticking and silence filled the room as you we're deep asleep, till a loud notification was heard from your phone that awoken you from your deep slumber. Your eyes slowly fluttered open before you had decided to pick up your phone beside your pillow, as you opened your phone you received as message from your fiance wendy.

"Hey love! I just wanted to invite you over my house, I wanted you to be the first one to hear my mini-album!"

Y/N is typing...

"Yes of course my love, I'll be on my way just give me 10 minutes. Love you wannie!🩵"

Message sent.

You immediately got up from bed and began to take a short shower after doing so you got ready dressing up nicely, with a few sprits of perfume all over yourself and you were ready, her house was only a few walks away so no hassle when it comes to visiting her during her free days. But only you knew about this small rest house she owns near you.

Finally arriving at her doorstep you knocked at the door, wendy's eyes shined happily as she heard knocking from her door. She immediately got up and opened the door for you with a smile plastered onto her face.

"baby! You're here! Hmm I missed you so much" Wendy immediately hugged you tight feeling her soft cozy warmth of her body, it made you smile seeing how happy your fiance was everytime you went to visit her.

"I missed you too wannie, how was your mv shoot? Did you have fun", you both entered inside and laid down on the couch comfortably. "It was good baby I had fun, although I had to lose some weight that's why I look skinny.. I'm so sorry baby that I'm so skinny at the moment.. can't disobey the company.." your smile began to fade hearing about this, it wasn't rare for sm idols including your fiance needing to be "skinny" for promotions and for the public eyes.

"baby why are you sorry? Never be sorry for being skinny, I love you no matter what okay? But after the promotions please take care of yourself.. I don't want you to end up getting fatigue again." Wendy nodded weakly with an adorable pout on her lips, "alright baby, I can't promise anything but I will try to take better care for myself thank you..", "I bought you kimchi and your favorite ice cream, I already sneaked it in your fridge yesterday" you winked at her.

"you sneaky thing! Gosh you always know how to cheer me up do you?" Wendy coos playfully as she played with your soft silky hair. "Anything for you my love" with a swift move you placed a kiss onto her lips leaving a beautiful smile on the older woman's face.

"soo... Shall we listen to it baby doll?", "Yes please^^" you said happily as both walked into the bedroom, before you even noticed as your eyes wandered around Wendy's well organized room she immediately locks the door behind. She smiles at you as if nothing happened, "Okay where's the video? I wanna see!", wendy smirked at the young woman. "Oh no, we won't be watching anything baby girl." She spoke with primal lust and hunger in her eyes, her voice low and velvety.

You pouted at her with an adorable frown upon your face, you crossed your arms feeling defiant. She chuckles at your adorable demeanor but her chuckles immediately changed as she slowly walked towards you, slowly crawling towards you ontop of the bed as you backed up from her advances.

Before you could even get up she immediately pounces on you trailing warm sloppy kisses allovee your neck dropping down to your collarbone, you moaned softly feeling like a helpless prey beneath her. her kisses were immediately replaced with licking and biting at your soft flesh leaving love bites and marks, she stared at you in pure lust.

"you.. you're just so adorable so cute, I can't help but think how it be like to feel you, hear you beneath me, moaning out my name in that cute voice of yours.. god. Your just so.. so.. cute." Wendy groans, sweat formed on her forehead, arousal began to grown in between her legs, her mind going dizzy, your innocent demeanor filled her senses like crazy.

After she got tired of just kissing, nibbling, and biting on you she rips your clothes off with no mercy, leaving you with undergarments, ahh wendy went even more feral seeing how you were wearing such adorable pair of hello kitty undergarments, she licked her lips in anticipation seeing you so helpless, your innocence was the way to make her all so crazy.. crazy bad for you.

She removes the rest of your clothing leaving you bare naked, your skin exposed to the cold breeze of the air as it brushed harshly onto your flesh. She wasted no time going down on you, licking you with rapid speed as if she we're devouring her food not eating for days.

Your moans turned from small and soft to breathy and slightly pitchy which wendy enioyed, that motivated her to go even faster as she ate your dry cunt making it nice and wet for her, without a warning she pumps two fingers into your cunt making you gasp gripping onto the sheets hard, wendy stops licking your perfectly ready and wet cunt but she doesn't stop pumping her fingers hard inside you.

Wendy began to kiss you passionately, her tongue fighting with yours as you moaned into the kiss which wendy enjoyed even more hearing you struggling for air as she gave you both pleasure and slight pain, "You wearing such cute panties and bra for mommy.. your really that desperate and needy for mommy hmm?", "look at you so helpless and adorable beneath me, my perfect little slut.. the way your perky little breasts bounce for me.. those nipples growing hard for mommy."

"ahh...ahh...ah-ahh s-seungwan.." You pulled away from the kiss a long stringy saliva connecting from your lips to hers, she smirks seeing how breathless you are. "Such a messy little slut, look at you enjoying this.. your pretty little body beneath me. You wouldn't even stand a chance against me with this small body of yours." Wendy teases as she whispered into your ears making you even more breathless.

"I-Im c-closee! S-seungwan... Anghh..ahh", "that's right baby cum for mommy, let mommy see how your beautiful face looks like while you cum." You let out a soft ragged moan as you reached your peak, your body trembling from the incredible pleasure that went down your whole body, shaking violently as wendy pumped her fingers helping you ride your orgasm.

Wendy smiles proudly pulling her fingers coated in your warm sweet juices, slowly licking her fingers savouring the taste of your small little cunt. "Mhmm.. you taste so good baby girl, good job.. I love it when that small body of yours trembles for me." You covered your face in embarrassment as you we're always vulnerable whenever you made love with wendy in bed.

And that's what wendy loved about you, your innocence, your kind heart, and your obedience towards her. "Y-yahh.. s-seungwan, I'll g-get back at you! You'll see!!" You pouted, "oh yeah? We'll see about that, let's get on round 2 then baby girl."

-wendyslegalwife 🩵

#wlw #lesbian #wendyxfemreader #wlw yearning #red velvet #son seungwan #shonwendy #wish you hell #streamwishyouhell

[finniestoncrane]

Okay so even though Arkham Eddie and Connie are like canonicallly married in my heart, what would Connie think of the other riddlers? What would they think of her?

If Arkham Eddie wasn't in the picture would she fall for any of them??

I just have to know I love Connie sm ♡♡♡

- Effy♡

ok i have been dwelling on this and thinking hard about it since you sent it in ef so let's DO THIS

also here's an image i posted of connie in the server but haven't posted here. she has exceptional boba aim

dano: i think connie has the potential to be most afraid of this eddie. she's not a fan of the unpredictable nature, it unsettles her. outside of his mask and criminal violence, she'd find him adorable, but he's for sure the most terrifying to her. i think he'd like her though! she's weird and shy but in a loud and defiant way. he could learn a thing or two from her

young justice: she'd be all over him. and i think it would terrify him to have someone as vocally into him as she would be. but she wouldn't be able to help herself. he's like a baby version of her eddie, he needs love. she'd find it hard not to squish his cheeks constantly. i think having someone who was so super vocal about how adorable he was at every opportunity would do wonders for him. he'd love her for sure

telltale: the accidentally a little bit too loud whispering of the word "daddy"... she'd be all over him. it's debatable whether he'd reciprocate any of her feelings at all, but she'd be taken in instantaneously by a silver fox with a smug attitude and the energy to... do... so... many... things...

unburied: i don't really know much about pokemon, except i know the villains are team rocket. and i think connie and this eddie would 100% be the team rocket of their universe. i think the other rogues would refer to them as the "wonder twins" in a cruel, ironic way. they'd be far too mischievous and adorable together

btaa: honestly? i think she'd be fine to work with him, but she'd probably get along better with miss tuesday. if it wasn't for the fact that he sounded so incredibly handsome and charming and sexy, she'd think of him the same way as telltale. she needs a bit of something weird about a boy, and btas and twojar are too classically handsome for her. the combination of her and miss tuesday would drive btaa insane, so she might not last long

gotham: it's autism for autism romance. connie is... hyper-aware of how people can be cruel and dismissive and mean when someone's trying to talk about their interests, so she'd definitely be one of ed's favourite people immediately. plus tall and skinny and smaller and fat is a top tier pairing silhouette, a classic. AND connie likes gross things and criminology. and she likes holding hands and kissing without tongues, both things i am sure ed is fond of, just look at him

twojar: all bodies are beautiful, but connie's not super into like buff guys? bad experiences, they tend to either not like her because she's fat or think she needs to work out more because she's fat. which is a shame because i think he would be into having something soft to press against his rock hard tits

btas: oh god this has the potential to be the sweetest combination, and the most valuable for both of them! i don't know how well they'd do romantically, but the two of them as a duo? even just as friends? bliss. connie would appreciate having an eddie who was polite and calm and willing to explain things and i know he would love having a wide-eyed little idiot to listen to everything he said and go "wow that's so cool" afterwards

capullo: as a self-insert, i'm afraid connie would be hugely attracted to this loser. BUT as a slightly better version of myself, she's aware of her worth as a human being and would probably give him a miss. yeah he might be fun to flirt with or to tease, but she'd avoid being pulled into his bullshit. and i think he'd curse himself for that because he would be very aware of what he was missing

#finnie's ocs #friends being friends #anon #connigma

[waluijoe]

all my life ive been inspired by the punk scene and its values or what it represents for me at least,,, and like, gaying up i went full circle around many other styles i found inspiring, in art, in cinema, in clothing, etc but i always come back to punk in my own way

lately i keep coming back to 90s movies and series and it’s so inspiring to me, i feel like there was so much personnality in a lot of things and choices back then, especially in cinema, in series, in music, so much creativity but without the need to make it all look “plastic” and perfect and polished. it’s smthg thats bothering me these days,,, all this “clean” things we wanna buy and represent. the designs ? minimaListic ! our skin ? perfectly blemish free ! actors ? perfectly muscled skinny models without pores ! singers ? must all look like the genre of music they wanna blend in, edit out the eye circle and make the skin glowy and don’t forget the perfect lewks or die in a ditch. so much plastic surgery, so many perfect bodies and noses, and most movies are just blockbusters were literally every main actor has looked the same since 20years and shit. there’s sm promotion for blandness and normativity. wednesday addams was supposed to be punk goth and like,, her aesthetic was so simple that it spread around like wildfire in tiktoks and shit and it’s been copied ever since cause it was just some black prints and a sheer black dress and like. im not saying everything’s bad, there’s sm creativity now too thanks to technology and access to MORE all the time but - i miss personnality. i miss it sm. i miss the Soul Eater type of weirdo shit and styles. industries and corporations and selling and brands and becoming a brand yourself and being closely shaved and properly dressed or else you’re ugly and weird and god forbid those are the two Worst things to be nowadays.

i wanna be ugly and weird, i want the art i see to be ugly and weird and i want fun, and pores, and acnea on actors, bad teeth cause that’s how it is sometimes, and wonky noses cause that’s what makes you you sometimes, and like, personnality that doesn’t feel the need to exist in a tiny labelled box for it to be bearable. why do we care sm about mediocrity and palatable media and “targetting the most audiences we can” like,,, why do we give a fuck except for money and brainwashing,,, why. 

#ynn talks #just watching ikebukuro west gate park #and the style made me feel Things #also ilistened to Primero's TRAC and i thought damn that clip is so fkcing good #and like #i just like the whackos #i like the cheap art thats better than productions w sm money and teams that they end up meaningless #i just #im poor yeah #im poor and ugly #where are my people #why are we all trying to be people we aren't #it doesn't matter to be impressive in theory and to fit in #does it ?? matter ??? #it doesnt #god i get harassed every day for being a weirdo and now i get why lmfao #id be a nobody in another time #i wish i wasnt in This time

[in-my-feels-probably]

hi congrats sm on 1k! <33

i would like to request option 2, romantic ship from the grishaverse

my pronouns are she/her and i think i am bi

as for physical description, i am quite tall (6 ft/181 cm) and skinny, i have longer light brown hair that i would love to dye red or really anything, my eyes are hazel.

i am extremely introverted and very closed off, at first o can seem mean and cold, but when i become comfortable around someone im funny and very affectionate. my hobbies include listening to music, as for sports - archery and tenis, and also crocheting or just generally fashion. my style is not very consistent, it usually varies every day based on how i feel.

thats all, again congrats!! <3

hi!

thank you for participating :)

since you didn’t put a gender preference, i’ll tell you who out of both the boys and the girls i ship you with, and then do the full thing for who i think you’re best suited for.

i ship you with kaz and alina! i’m gonna go with alina, if that’s alright :)

alina was a generally reserved person too. she can carry a conversation, but feels more comfortable on her own. she’d like someone like that who knew how to sit in comfortable silence. genya and zoya and everyone are good friends, but they’re a lot to handle in large doses. you’d always be easy, and she’d appreciate the quaintness. she’s quite snarky herself, so she would be able to see through you being reserved. and she would be so happy when you started opening up to her and talking more, it would make her feel good that she’s the person you chose to get closer to.

alina isn’t the best as sports. she’s awkward and clumsy, and had to train a ton to figure out how to use her powers. she’d think your sports interest and abilities were so cool, and would secretly be jealous. as if anyone wouldn’t be jealous of the literal sun summoner. she’s got so much power. and yet, she’s easily impressed by you. she’d also think your crocheting was really cool.

overall, she’d just find you really amazing. quiet and reserved like her, but confident when it matters. you’d be just as impressed by her, always telling her how imagine you think she is.

you’d find her training separate from the other grisha, chuckling to yourself when her punch missed the target and she stumbled.

“we’ve got to work on that, love.”

she’d groan, flustered. “we can’t all be talented athletes.”

you’d scoff, coming to stand behind her. “i am hardly that. come on, fists up. let’s try it again.”

“no,” she’d whine, but you’d place comforting hands on her shoulders, giving her a squeeze. “i can’t do it.”

“yes you can,” you’d murmur, trying your best to encourage her. “you can do anything, alina. i really believe that.”

she’d hide her flush, wordless and smiling to herself as she raised her fist to try again.

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thanks again for participating! i hope this was ok :)

#alina starkov #sankta alina #grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #1000 followers #1000 followers celebration #1k followers celebration #1k followers #followers celebration

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

After heading off Teru happened to smirk to himself about the other's blush for as long as he had left the building. It always was a nice and fulfilling thing for him to make others happy, especially people he definitely cared about quite a little - and besides of this, perhaps he found some joy into making others blush. Flustering them. Simply to shock them a little and see that he had a big effect onto them. And with effect it meant to possibly boost the exposition of nutritious hormones… To be honest, he was a little hungry tonight, and being close to Hajime earlier had stirred this hunger lightly even. Not as if he had sensed anything delicious back then, but fact was that he wasn't only a friend to him but he was guilty of seeing him as a possible prey. Teru was curious to figure out if Hajime had anything to give in this one certain way. He liked to give himself challenges like that. That's why he was twice as excited when he got the message as he was at home, putting his acoustic guitar into the case.

[SMS] Fuck yeah! I'm on my way! You'll find me in front of the bar!

A karaoke bar was a nice place to be with a group of friends but to be alone with someone just as well, definitely allowing people with ill intentions to act onto them, too. But that wasn't what Teru had in mind either as he stood on front of the bar. After all he wasn't evil. Although people often found him a little intimidating judging by his look. Today he radiated this as well to a certain amount, his hair combed back, wearing a black leather jacket, some skinny jeans in the same color, ankle boots - and his leopard patterned shirt. A predator on the hunt? In some way, yes. Once he spotted his friend he held out his cigarette to him he'd been smoking right now, his other arm laying around his shoulders. "I hope the flashlights didn't blind you, man!", he giggled. "And? What did your staff say?"

It wasn't too long after the text was sent that Hajime showed up outside of the karaoke bar himself. He had managed to change clothes, now wearing an even tighter pair of jeans and a dark blue silk shirt in which the top few buttons were missing. They had broken off over time, the shirt being older than he remembered, but he liked how it looked on him. It made him look a little tougher, and he seemed to get a lot less of a hassle when he wore it. It was rare that he wore it, though. With the buttons already missing, he feared wearing it out faster than he could get to enjoy it. Still, tonight felt like a special occasion of sorts, a chance for him to get out of his apartment and hang out with someone.

Well, and he also felt it helped him to better suit his friend instead of standing out awkwardly.

He was still wearing the makeup and loaned necklace, though now he also wore a plastic headband to keep his hair out of his face. Normally it was just worn when he was practicing, or in the studio, but he couldn't help but to think it complimented his look well. In fact, all day he had been focusing on how he looked. Whatever 'magic' Teru had worked over on him earlier, it definitely had a hold on his confidence, even turning him slightly vain as well.

Laughing, he reached out and took the offered cigarette, taking a drag from it before nodding a few times. "You did amazing work, apparently. I mean, I agree wholeheartedly. I got a lot of compliments, thanks to you. I also couldn't stop looking in the mirror."

#hajime rply; #kohl prey; #(Sorry I took so long with replying.)

[stayathomesurveys]

178.

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? Yes :)

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? NOOOO.

3. Have you taken someones virginity? No.

4. Is trust a big issue for you? Yeah.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? No :(

6. What are you excited for? Nothing at the moment.

7. What happened tonight? It is 5:56 am... I'll just answer this for last night/this morning since I have been up all night. I ate dinner, watched a lot of Desperate Housewives, talked w/ Nik, looked for jobs, worked out, had yogurt, doing surveys :)

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? I don't really care. I don't really like when anyone gets really wasted unless I, too, am really wasted. I just don't like being around it!

9. Is confidence cute? It can be?

10. What is the last beverage you had? Diet Dr. Pepper.

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? I'm working on 1 :) which is a big step up from 0.

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Yeah, in storage.

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? Probably study.

14. What are you going to spend money on next? I need to buy some toiletries and other essentials so probably that.

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? NO.

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? Yes.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? No one.

18. The last time you felt broken? Hm.

19. Have you had sex today? GODDDD I WISH.

20. Are you starting to realize anything? Hm.

21. Are you in a good mood? Meh.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? Yeah.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? No.

24. What do you want right this second? MONEY.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? I don't even know. I probably would never talk to him again lmao.

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Kinda but no.

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? No...

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? Something on Twitter.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Yes :(

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? NO.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Nooooo I love him sm.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? Yesssss :)

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? PLS I WISH. I used to not drink soda at all..... and then .... I got addicted :(

34. Listening to? Desperate Housewives.

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? No.

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? NOPE. I don't fucking care about that loser.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? No.

38. Who did you last call? Nik.

39. Who was the last person you danced with? My ex, at his mom's wedding.

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because I *had* to. He was my boyfriend at the time and I didn't want him to get mad at me for not wanting to kiss him lmao.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Hmmm.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? No.

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Who hasn't?

44. Do you tan in the nude? No.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? I mean, I would like to take back that entire relationship.

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? No. Until he fell asleep, yes. I don't sleep lmao.

47. Who was the last person to call you? Nik.

48. Do you sing in the shower? No.

49. Do you dance in the car? Yup.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? I tried.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Idk.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? Yeah but I like some.

53. Is Christmas stressful? Not really.

54. Ever eat a pierogi? Yes lmaooooo staple in my house.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Not a big pie girlie unless it's those delicious ass pies from McDonald's lmao. Blueberry and cream for lifeeeee.

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Actress, singer, vet, doctor, fashion designer.

57. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes.

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Yes.

59. Take a vitamin daily? I need to.

60. Wear slippers? Mhmmm.

61. Wear a bath robe? Not lately.

62. What do you wear to bed? T shirt and shorts.

63. First concert? Jonas Brothers.

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Target.

65. Nike or Adidas? I like both :/ Nike, I guess.

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos.

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Neither.

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? Oooooh idek.

69. Ever take dance lessons? No.

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? No.

71. Can you curl your tongue? Yup.

72. Ever won a spelling bee? Yes. Winning word was Mononucleosis.

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yessss.

74. What is your favorite book? Idek.

75. Do you study better with or without music? Without.

76. Regularly burn incense? No.

77. Ever been in love? Yes.

78. Who would you like to see in concert? TAYLOR SWIFT :( MORGAN WALLEN :(

79. What was the last concert you saw? Jingle Ball.

80. Hot tea or cold tea? Cold :)

81. Tea or coffee? Tea (sweet).

82. Favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip :) Chocolate chip WITH M&M :)

83. Can you swim well? No.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Not anymore :/

85. Are you patient? Not really but I try.

86. DJ or band, at a wedding? Probably a DJ.

87. Ever won a contest? Yeah.

88. Ever have plastic surgery? Not yet. One day.

89. Which are better black or green olives? I don't really care for olives, but black I guess because those are the only ones I'll eat and only on pizza.

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Don't really care.

91. Best room for a fireplace? Living room/family room.

92. Do you want to get married? YES.

#survey

[baekhvuns]

What what I didn't hear all of the football news?! I expected Bale to retire soon, but Lloris too? And lmao NOT Busquets and Ronaldo together?! Finally said something I agree with Zidane didn't win 3 CL titles with RM in a row to be disrespected by some old dick, bfr 🤡

Hey, I haven't been hurt in a while! Except for burning myself while cooking sometimes... and at times I hit my head on a cupboard 😭 I'm not the quirky and clumsy Y/N who falls down the stairs every second!

I don't see a lot of Harry and Meghan stuff and I'm okay with being blissfully unaware, let's just... stop. I get it, they hate the royals, so do I, but stop milking it unless you're gonna reveal something BIG.

Ofc stans want Lookass back, even though he was so unnecessary, like... didn't anyone else want to join, him of all people??? The fact WayV had a cb without him, but he's gonna show up in SuperM makes no sense to me. SM is deadly quiet, so I can't imagine him showing up suddenly?

I didn't see that many LSF performances and they definitely don't sing live as much as some stans think, but wbk people are delulu. Still, I enjoy their performances a lot! And miss Yunjin's song!!!

Stop that guy from the IG video needs to debut omg

Yeah the talent shows that exploit children 🔪 the parents are the biggest villains though. SM levelled up their promo game, and I'm so glad. The DCM/Atlantis photos were so beautiful as well, I've already noticed the improvement

I'm sorry I had to do it to you 🥰🥰🥰🥰 these boys are killing me. The blackhaired one is a good boy too, a bit of a tsundere at first, but ❤ this love triangle will kill me...

Wait that's the other guy, not Seongjun... what's his name Seungyeon 😭 but yeah the wet shirt happened

Omfg that remix YESSSS I couldn't find it for some reason thanxx!!! That Jopping video, hello?

That San fan call video is so funny idk if he meant it in bad way, probably not but akdhjsjskaknshajahs.

Mr Cedric Diggory deserved better! Nvm Damiano went bald, cancelled 😭😭😭😭 I'm supposed to see Maneskin later this year again, the hair better grow back. Lmao Tom Hiddleston as Loki yeah that too, I just really like Tom Hardy, not necessarily into him rn, but he's an amazing actor. Not Miraculous Ladybug? 🤔

And if I sink my teeth into his arms then what I'm not ready for more Park Seonghwa naaaaaurrrrr

This thread... and judge Hwaaaaa?!

Man really wants it all, cat, bunny, snake, bird... and now a duck? That's Seonghwa now

Maybe the Aussies like snakes...? I mean if it was skinny it can't be that bad 😅 is it weird I'm always more worried about tarantulas and other big ass spiders than snakes? Even though it's easier to escape or capture a spider

Hear me out, bad boy Hwa looking like this 👀

I have some MOTH spoilers, so Tasir has become the Royal Consort 😭🥰 that's my man! However the 2nd baby was born and I have a strange feeling it's Sonnaught's... and that Tasir will leave at some point 🔪 he can come visit me, no problem. I wouldn't get pregnant with some other guys' 🤫 - DV 💖

hi hellooo!!!

What what I didn't hear all of the football news?! I expected Bale to retire soon, but Lloris too? And lmao NOT Busquets and Ronaldo together?! Finally said something I agree with Zidane didn't win 3 CL titles with RM in a row to be disrespected by some old dick, bfr 🤡

YEAH LLORIS’S WAS A SHOCKER,,, busquets ramos and somehow even modric 😭😭 rare mbappe W, but the president resigned so thank fuck,, coming out here disrespecting the man who put your country on the map 🔫 but i have to say french football has the best drama dbdbdb,,, and a kaka lookalike coming to chealsea hopefully the skills come too 🤲🏻 and i HAVE to share this i don’t know how i didn’t see this earlier but the way i threw myself away after reading this A VIOLATION !!!!!! HAS ME SCREAMIFNFNF HE IS A PURE HATER AND I RESPECT THAT SO MUCH and a shakira pique dis track??

Hey, I haven't been hurt in a while! Except for burning myself while cooking sometimes... and at times I hit my head on a cupboard 😭 I'm not the quirky and clumsy Y/N who falls down the stairs every second!

as im writing this i also just sustained an injury by hitting my knuckle on the wood corner <3 this one time an iron fell on my hand <3 THE QUIRKY YN STOP i didn’t say anything 👀🤚🏻ur the yn with long hair till ur waist that need to be tied in a ponytail bc u hate opening it 😩 and has a bad boy waiting outside ur door 😮‍💨

I don't see a lot of Harry and Meghan stuff and I'm okay with being blissfully unaware, let's just... stop. I get it, they hate the royals, so do I, but stop milking it unless you're gonna reveal something BIG.

ur so lucky for this bc i can’t escape them 😭😭😭 the most odd thing about them is that they call each other H & M 😭😭😭,,,, anon if i had to listen to this, u have to also im not doing this alone

do you think if charles and diana had a daughter, things would be completely different now and that whatever history happened would be changed? 🎤

Ofc stans want Lookass back, even though he was so unnecessary, like... didn't anyone else want to join, him of all people??? The fact WayV had a cb without him, but he's gonna show up in SuperM makes no sense to me. SM is deadly quiet, so I can't imagine him showing up suddenly?

no bc it would’ve made sense if they tested his come back with nct but with superm it’s a no no but i think sm’s trying to cater towards the western audience bc it’s what superm was for & it’s easier to forget everything with the western culture??? 😭😭😭

I didn't see that many LSF performances and they definitely don't sing live as much as some stans think, but wbk people are delulu. Still, I enjoy their performances a lot! And miss Yunjin's song!!! //// Stop that guy from the IG video needs to debut omg

right!! i get so mesmerized when they perform i don’t even care if they sing live or not! the enjoy factor in their performances are so high AND YUNJINS SONG I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT WOMEN SO TERRIBLY, I AM DOWN BAD FOR HER !!!!!!! we need the guy to debut bc he did one with new jeans too 😭😭😭 old jeans need to be their group name and uh baemon 1st member is 15 named haram..

Yeah the talent shows that exploit children 🔪 the parents are the biggest villains though. SM levelled up their promo game, and I'm so glad. The DCM/Atlantis photos were so beautiful as well, I've already noticed the improvement

no seriously!! wanting ur kids to be famous so u can exploit their fame for money is 🔫🔫 THEY DID THE TEASERS ARE STUNNING sm’s artistic excellence is untouchable,, red velvet’s feel my rhythm teasers and the birthday album design???? TOP TIER !!!!!

I'm sorry I had to do it to you 🥰🥰🥰🥰 these boys are killing me. The blackhaired one is a good boy too, a bit of a tsundere at first, but ❤ this love triangle will kill me... ///// Wait that's the other guy, not Seongjun... what's his name Seungyeon 😭 but yeah the wet shirt happened

the way i stuttered, held onto the closest thing to me to stabilize BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK ANON 😭😭😭😭 the black haired is my favourite and i haven’t even read it,, that is a park seonghwa reincarnation OHHHHHHH but wet shirt 🤚🏻

Omfg that remix YESSSS I couldn't find it for some reason thanxx!!! That Jopping video, hello? //// That San fan call video is so funny idk if he meant it in bad way, probably not but akdhjsjskaknshajahs.

ofc!! THE JOPPING VIDEO !!!! WHAT A MASTERPIECE I AM STILL SO INSANELY SURPRISED BY EVERY TIME I SEE IT, art! whichever way he meant it’s so funny id never show my face to him ever again 😭😭😭

Mr Cedric Diggory deserved better! Nvm Damiano went bald, cancelled 😭😭😭😭 I'm supposed to see Maneskin later this year again, the hair better grow back. Lmao Tom Hiddleston as Loki yeah that too, I just really like Tom Hardy, not necessarily into him rn, but he's an amazing actor. Not Miraculous Ladybug? 🤔

HE DESERVED EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING BETTER but draco deserved even better esp in the last 3 movies 🤚🏻 HES WHAT???? HES IN HIS MILITARY ERA???? WHAT THE FUCK???? he do this for what. why. U BETTER SEND US HD PHOTOS OF HIM !!!!!!! and eurovision in liverpool???? 👀 he is a great actor and the choice of movies he picks is amazing! CHAT NOIR. I WONT SAY ANYTHING.

And if I sink my teeth into his arms then what I'm not ready for more Park Seonghwa naaaaaurrrrr //// This thread... and judge Hwaaaaa?! //// Man really wants it all, cat, bunny, snake, bird... and now a duck? That's Seonghwa now

omg his skin is so smooth 😭😭😭 CLOSE THE GYMS KQ !!!!!! PLEASE KEEP HIM AWAY 😭😭😭 PLS DBWKHDKE SEONGHWA HITS ALL THE ANGLES KCBWKDJCJC we need hwa on a dance mentor show to see his judging,, wait felix 😭😭😭🤚🏻

Maybe the Aussies like snakes...? I mean if it was skinny it can't be that bad 😅 is it weird I'm always more worried about tarantulas and other big ass spiders than snakes? Even though it's easier to escape or capture a spider

AN ORANGE SNAKE AND A BLACK SNAKE ANON FJQKFHWKHD THE WAY IT SLITHERED HAD MY SKIN CRAWLING IT IS NASTY DISGUSTING DISFUCKINGGUSTING TJEHDWK spiders and snakes are equally scary bc one can swallow u whole or poison u the other just exists and crawls..

Hear me out, bad boy Hwa looking like this 👀

I have some MOTH spoilers, so Tasir has become the Royal Consort 😭🥰 that's my man! However the 2nd baby was born and I have a strange feeling it's Sonnaught's... and that Tasir will leave at some point 🔪 he can come visit me, no problem. I wouldn't get pregnant with some other guys' 🤫 - DV 💖

SONNAUGHT BABY???? 😭😭😭🤚🏻 IF ONLY THAT FUCKER WAS NICE ID BE CELEBRATING IN THE STREETS,, TASIR DESERVED BEST DUO !!!!! if sonnaught get’s his shit back together im sorry to say it’s over for tasir

a day to remember 😔

anon…

U SAID BAD BOY HWA WITH SILVER HAIR IS THIS NOT HIM

AND THE SUIT FIT??? 😩😩

and? 🧍🏻‍♀️

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon