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sugrhigh · 17 days

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BOY NEXT DOOR 6 - ( c.s )

part five

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- cursing, angst (i think that’s it??)

a/n: sorry for the long wait you guys i truly hope you enjoy!! if you have recs or anything you want to see fulfilled my inbox is open, it usually takes me a second but i promise ill get to them!

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you wake up to the sun shining in your eyes, the glare from the window hitting you dead on. you sigh and roll over to your other side to avoid the annoying light. the beginning of a headache is already creeping on even though you just woke up, which frustrates you even further.

you rub your face and blink a few times to clear your sleepy vision, and then it hits you; you’re still in chris’s bed.

the sinful events of the night come flashing back all at once, and you can feel the nausea settling down in your stomach. chris himself is nowhere to be found, and his side of the mattress is cold.

the sudden urge to throw up is overwhelming. you didn’t plan on spending the night, but you were both exhausted, and the rising and falling of his chest against your back had lulled you to sleep.

you’re still naked, covered only by his soft sheets, and a wave of embarrassment and guilt washes over your body. for a split second you had believed it was just a dream, but it’s all too real.

you throw the covers off carelessly, scrambling to grab your discarded clothes from the night before. you throw them on, not even worried about the fact that they’re all crumpled. you just need to get out.

the door to his room whines as you open it, which makes you cringe. so much for moving around undetected. to make matters even worse, the stairs creak as you descend them, which gives away your exact location.

“morning sleepyhead.”

you hear his voice before you see him, and the sound of it makes you freeze in the hallway. you turn from the front door to face him, forcing yourself to look up from your feet.

chris is standing only a few paces away near the entrance to the kitchen, dressed in dangerously low-hanging sweats, hair messy from sleep. he’s got two plates of breakfast balanced in either hand, like some sort of dreamy nightmare.

for once, you’re certain that he doesn’t know what else to say. he’s just looking at you like he’s waiting for you to speak, waiting for you to be the one to break the tension.

“i have to go home.” you respond meekly, unable to say it with any sort of conviction.

“why are you in such a rush?” he frowns.

“because i have class soon, not to mention i didn’t come back last night and i have nothing to say to my very worried roommates.” your voice is strained, mainly because you’re trying so hard not to scream.

chris raises an accusatory eyebrow. “i really don’t think they would mind if you stayed for breakfast.”

“i need to leave, chris.” you argue, though you don’t make any kind of movement for the door.

he stares back at you defiantly. god, he’s too fucking pretty. it always distracts you when he looks at you this way, with those steely eyes.

“you regret it.”

the sudden claim makes you lose your breath, and you have no idea what to say in return. do you regret it? you don’t even know, but he seems to take your silence as confirmation either way.

“go ahead and leave, then. see if i care.” chris replies sharply, shifting to toss one of the plates of food into the trash.

you hear it thunk against the bottom of the can, and even though you can’t see it happening around the corner, it still kind of breaks your heart. he looks back up at you, his face grim, and you know that any bond you had before has been broken.

“chris—”

“just get the fuck out.” he interrupts, and despite the harsh words, he sounds defeated in tone.

his expression is dark, but it’s not the same kind of darkness you had seen last night. that was lust. this is something entirely different.

you can’t stand to look at him any longer, so you don’t. you just shake your head slightly, turning on your heel and heading out the door. it slams closed behind you, and your vision blurs as you walk down his steps toward your own place.

the fact that tears are stinging your eyes is fucking pathetic, and you hate it. you did the one thing you swore you’d never do; sleep with the enemy.

and the sad part is that you really aren’t remorseful. chris made you feel things last night that you had never felt before, physically and emotionally, and you’ll never be able to look at him the same knowing that.

it worries you. before this you were friends, or maybe the right word would be rivals. either way, you enjoyed it.

but now you’ve entered the gray area; you already know he doesn’t want a relationship, and you’re scared of the possibility of catching real feelings if you keep sleeping together.

you don’t want to mess anything up, even though it feels like you already have.

you yank at a strand of your hair anxiously, and your head is in a million different places as you burst through your own front door. your legs don’t even feel as though they’re actually attached to your body. you’re like a ghost, floating up to your room in search of a safe space.

you close the door behind you gently, pressing your back and palms against the wood. your curtains are closed, which at first you’re very thankful for.

millions of times you’ve used these slips of fabric to hide from chris, and you’re doing it again now. it makes you feel like a coward, so you spring forward and rip them open.

to your surprise, his blinds are closed now. there’s a pang in your chest, because you know it means a lot more than the average person would think. he almost never closes them, ever. it makes you feel even worse. you want to scream, to truly cry, to do anything at all.

but nothing happens.

instead you fall back onto your bed, curling into yourself fetal style, arms wrapped around your knees. you close your eyes, willing yourself to fall asleep, and eventually you drift off into weightlessness.

your ill feeling doesn’t subside for days. you find it hard to eat, hard to do anything really besides sleep and go to class.

chris doesn’t send you his usual daily texts. you know he’s not going to, but every time your phone buzzes you still hope it’s him.

his blinds stay closed too, which is almost worse. you keep your window exposed though, on the off chance that he’ll open his again.

ramona and cassidy have been trying to help as much as they can, and you’re good at faking it. for the most part, at least. it’s been five days, but they’ve all been unusual. you didn’t even go out and drink during the weekend, though you heard the music blaring next door like usual.

it doesn’t help that it’s been a rather dreary sunday, and the last thing you want to do is get out of bed. the rain patters against your window, and you watch the drops roll down the glass.

it makes your own eyes water, which you suppose is overdue. your sour thoughts have been swirling around your head for far too long, and you haven’t had any kind of release.

no yelling, no crying. just dull lifeless eyes staring at the passing clouds. but you can feel it coming now, and as much as you want to stop it, you can’t.

at first the tears fall silently, that is until you start to sniffle. and then your nose won’t stop running, and your pillow is completely damp, and you feel like a total idiot.

it’s worse that the only person you can chastise is yourself. you’re the one who ran out on him, the one who said you regretted sleeping together.

but you know for sure now that you don’t. you like the way chris makes you feel, the chase. it’s irrational to get this close to him, to risk letting him use and dispose of you. you’re aware that it’s very likely.

chris has a reputation that he wears with pride, and it’s silly to think that you’re going to be the one to change his ways. but you can choose to work with them instead of against them.

you shoot up in bed, almost like a switch has been flipped in your body. you’re still crying, and you know you’re not looking your best with puffy bloodshot eyes. but none of it matters, because you’ve already dealt with radio silence for nearly a week and you need to talk to him. it can’t wait any longer.

you’re not exactly sure what you’re going to say, but you figure it’ll come to you in the moment like it always does with chris. so you race downstairs and jam your sneakers on before flying out the front door.

the rain is freezing on your skin, pattering hard and fast against your body as it mixes with your tears. you can feel yourself getting soaked as your shoes squish into the ground.

you’ve walked this path very frequently in the past few weeks, far more than you ever expected to.

you silently hope this won’t be the last.

you take the steps up to the front door two at a time, not hesitating to pound on the wood as soon as you’re close enough. you’re actually mid-knock when it opens, and your knuckle collides with chris’s chest.

he raises his eyebrows, looking at you incredulously like he’s not sure what you’re doing here or why you just hit him.

you practically jump back, yanking your hand away quickly. “shit—sorry. i didn’t mean to do that.”

your words hang there, waiting to be replied to, but it doesn’t come. chris remains silent, studying you carefully, trying to decide if he should close the door in your face.

but he can’t bring himself to do it, because you look so upset, and he can tell you’ve been crying which breaks his heart more.

“i, uh, came over to say i’m sorry. for what i said the other day.” you continue, taking a single step closer to try and find some shelter from the storm.

“it’s whatever.” he shrugs you off easily.

you bite down on the inside of your cheek, trying to work up the courage to tell the truth. you can tell he’s growing impatient, still angry with the way you left things.

you don’t blame him.

“and i also wanted to say that i…i don’t regret it. and i shouldn’t have left like that.” you finally admit, voice quiet as you gaze at him.

his pretty blue eyes go wide, completely shocked by this confession. that was the last thing he expected you to say, and it makes his cheeks grow warm.

he’s annoyed by the fact that his red face is clearly a dead giveaway, because you smile softly at his reaction.

“really?” he asks.

“don’t make me say it twice, christopher.” you point a finger at him.

he takes a step closer, leaning down just a little bit to look you at you directly. he’s smirking now too, and you know that his ego has made a full recovery.

“i want to hear you say it over and over, baby.” chris breathes against your mouth.

he hovers, and you know you need to prove yourself to him. so you wrap a damp hand around the back of his neck and pull him the rest of the way, smashing your lips against his.

all of your pent up aggression and intensity go into the kiss, and it’s making you weak in the knees as one of his hands finds your hip and the other finds your ass. he clearly doesn’t care about the fact that you’re dripping wet, and you suddenly feel like you’re wet in a completely different way.

you can also tell he’s trying to be dominant, but you’re the one who ends up clamping down on his bottom lip lightly. he gives your ass a firm smack in response, and you gasp just enough for him to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

after the time apart, you can’t seem to get close enough to him, and you’re clawing at his back like you want to crawl into his skin. chris is actually the one to push himself from you first, though he still rests his forehead against yours.

“come inside?”

you laugh under your breath. “i’m literally soaked.”

“you’re also shivering, and you should probably get into a shower.” he attempts to persuade you, leaning in to steal one more peck.

you smile against his lips, shaking your head once he pulls away. “i think i’m too terrified of your bathroom.”

“well yours is free too.” chris points out before slipping by you into the rain, his fingers closing around your own as he pulls you along.

and you let him, following the boy back out into the downpour because you truly want to.

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luvring · 1 year

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MORNING KISSES

(time skip) osamu x gn!reader | suggestive (a make-out session), 1.1k

(tag list lmk if u want to be untagged for suggestive posts btw) u do a littol kissin! getting back to writing...bwah. didn't proofread. don't tell me about any mistakes. (/j) ill explode

"i'll get breakfast started 'nd you can come down when y'aren't so sleepy, then,” osamu murmurs before sitting up to stretch. light sneaks in through the blinds, and it casts a striped shadow across his toned back while you watch him fondly. it’s been a while since the two of you got to sleep in, you note. the restaurant’s been doing well enough that your boyfriend’s decided to take the day off to “focus on you instead."

you hum in response, pulling the blanket up to your chin in attempt to keep the cold away. he’s barely made it two steps out of bed when you call his name. “‘samu.”

“hm?” you don’t say anything, and he turns to see an expectant look on your face. he jokingly sighs before making his way over to your side of the bed and bending down. “how could i forget?” he asks, pressing a chaste kiss to your head and standing back up.

you pout a little before hiding under the covers again. it wasn’t exactly the kiss you wanted, but you stay quiet considering you chose to stare in silence as your plea. osamu raises a brow. “why'd you pout?”

“what? i didn’t pout.”

“yes you did.”

“no i didn’t.”

“i jus' saw you?”

“okay? you saw wrong?”

“darlin’."

“i—” his expression is disproportionately serious for his crime, you think, and you can’t help but laugh. shaking your head, you try to wave him off. “it was nothing, seriously. go make breakfast, ‘samu.”

osamu’s face is still scrunched in worried confusion. he's never been one to let it go if he's done something wrong, especially when it came to you.

it takes another second, but eventually his expression relaxes, and he smiles knowingly. this time he kneels fully to be eye-level with you. you blink at him. “what’re you—what’s happening?”

he exhales, and you stare. he’s close enough that you can smell his new shampoo, and for a fleeting moment you wonder if reaching out to touch his hair would be too out of place. he'd raise a brow and smirk at you. say something to embarrass you so he could watch as you'd bury your face back into the pillow and—

a hand is suddenly coming to hold your face, and a thumb runs across your cheek. osamu juts his tongue to wet his lips, and all you can do is continue to watch, flustered. “‘m sorry. i didn’t kiss you properly, right?”

and as if he could hear your “no” before you’ve even opened your mouth, he leans in to kiss you. denial dies on your tongue when his lips meld with yours, perfectly as if they were made to match. it’s gentle and loving, longer than his peck to your forehead. you relax under his touch but all too soon he pulls away to look at you, hand still warm against your face. “was that better?”

you think his voice is as soft as his lips were.

“...maybe.”

"maybe?"

“maybe.”

to be honest, you don’t think your brain has registered his question. all it knows is how light is reflecting in your boyfriend's eyes perfectly, and his messy bedhead hair is still calling for your touch. your gaze is honed in on his lips when they curl into a smile. and then they're coming closer.

osamu’s eyes are heavy-lidded, and you can feel his breath against your skin as his lips brush against yours. he teases, “well, that’s not good enough, is it?”

your only response is a shake of your head, earning a huffed laugh before he closes the distance between you. again, osamu kisses you. and this time your arms reach around his neck as if you could close the gap between you even more—force him to stay with you instead of cook eggs, or toast, or whatever you asked for 5 minutes ago. you don't remember, and you’re not sure you care, or that he’d mind with the way he presses forward and gently holds the back of your neck.

he groans a little when your fingers finally find their way to his hair and pull gently. he starts to pull away, and you whine, only to be met with a chuckle. “yer killin’ me, y’know,” osamu huffs.

yet he kisses you again. and again, and again, and again. his lips find yours and you sigh against them, chest fluttering at the way he gently bites your lower lip.

you maneuver so that he’s forced to get back into bed on top of you. he hovers, one hand beneath your head, and the other clutching the pillow above. the only sounds besides shifting bed sheets are your racing heart, soft breathes, and open-mouth kisses.

a hand eventually lowers to grip your hip and caress your skin. cold fingers slide their way beneath your shirt, making you gasp and reflexively pull him in. a groan escapes osamu when his hips momentarily grind against yours. his kisses get harder, more needy, his breaths heavier and his hold on your waist a little tighter.

your hand travels down his back, and you pull—you know he's strong enough that he wouldn't let himself topple onto you. he complies to your touch, and you become keenly aware of his chest pressed against yours.

but before anything else can happen, osamu pulls away. though not far. his nose brushes against yours and when you open your eyes, it’s easy to see him still staring at your lips. his eyes finally flicker up to yours and he smiles.

he leans down to your ear, and your breath hitches. “you're poutin' again,” he whispers.

“i'll assume that means that kiss was better?”

his breath tickles and you squirm, scrunching your nose and bringing your shoulder up as a defense. “tease. and i don’t know if that counted as one kiss.”

a gust of air is blown into your neck and you laugh before pushing him away. osamu breathes out a laugh of his own before moving back to hover above you. "okay, smart-ass. how about those ones?"

“i guess they were marginally better,” you tease. he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, narrowing his eyes. you get ready for him to blow more air at you, but instead he squishes your cheeks together and shakes your head.

you giggle and grab his hand with your own, not really doing anything to stop him, and osamu grins at you again. there's an almost sickening amount of love in his eyes as he sighs. “let me make breakfast, then i’ll kiss you properly as much as you’d like, alright?”

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therhythmafterthesummer · 9 months

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Is there any wr Chris Drabble that you can and want to share maybe perhaps

🙏🙏🙏🙏😭 * not in a pressuring way but in a I love this installment and can’t get enough way* feel free to ignore if not!

you know what??? sure! this is a fluffy one that i haven't had a reason to post, so i'll use this ask for that skdjfhskjdf

just fyi i've got a couple horny ones in the works, but they're still not complete 😭 so this is all i can offer for now. hope you enjoy~

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~1k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · fluff | established relationship | descriptors of the reader such as: being chubby · pet names · a bit suggestive, but it’s fairly tame · this is barely proof-read, so please bear with me

minors do not interact.

> Chris💕🐺: hey pretty > i know we said we were gonna go on a date tonight > but i dont think ill make it baby im sorry :(

< You: aw 🥺 < it’s ok darling < we can go out some other time

> Chris💕🐺: ill make it up to u > i promise

It wasn’t uncommon for your boyfriend to come home late at night. He’d always come through the door complaining about how they were behind on their sprint, or how one of his co-workers deleted hours worth of coding in a single click, or how the entire platform he worked on crashed and they needed to spend overtime fixing it… It worried you sometimes, but it’d become such a natural occurrence at this point it didn’t faze you anymore.

You felt like Chris didn’t even need to promise to make it up to you, you knew he would anyway, but you figured he always felt the need to set his words in stone. Sometimes he’d make it up to you the very next day, sometimes it took him weeks, but he always did, which you appreciated immensely.

By ten in the evening you just knew Chris wouldn’t be home before midnight. He always told you to not wait up for him, that you needed to rest, too. But you found it incredibly hard to fall asleep comfortably when he wasn’t there, so you’d either toss and turn for hours, or you’d drift in and out of sleep until he made it to your bed.

You vaguely registered the front door of your flat opening and closing, just like you vaguely registered the muffled sounds of your boyfriend’s steps around your home until you started to hear the shower. Stretching your limbs a bit, a tiny squeak left your mouth, and you reached for your phone to check the time.

One thirty in the morning.

With a sigh, you locked your phone again and turned to lay on your other side, bringing one of the extra pillows between your thighs for comfort.

You laid there for a while, waiting, until you heard the shower stop completely. You honestly expected your boyfriend to open the door to your bedroom right then, but instead, all you heard was silence. In normal circumstances, you would’ve let it go and gone back to sleep, but as it was, you really wanted to see him, so you got out of your shared bed, rubbing sleep from your eye with your fist as you opened the door and left the room.

Only the small lights on the kitchen were on, but they provided enough illumination to see Chris. He was sitting on the sofa, with his elbows on his thighs and his hands buried in his hair.

As soon as you walked closer, he looked up. With a small smile on his lips he gave you a “Why are you up?”

You yawned, shrugging.

“Sorry I woke you up, pretty”, Chris mumbled, taking a hold of your hand as soon as you were in front of him.

Shaking your head, you placed your free hand on Chris’ shoulder, pushing him just enough to lay back on the sofa so you could straddle him and comfortably settle on his lap. With his arms around your waist, he pulled you flush against him, just as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, mumbling a very sleepy ‘S’okay’ against his skin.

Burying one of your hands in his damp hair, you gently massaged his scalp while bringing an arm to rest on his shoulders so you could pull him close to you as well. Chris hummed, and you felt him relax under the soothing motions of your hand.

Over the years, you’d come to read your boyfriend’s body language quite well–or at least you liked to think so. When he was quiet like this, you could tell something was weighing heavy on his mind, so you’d made it a habit to ask. “Wanna talk about your day?”

Chris remained quiet for a moment, but he still moved his arms from around your waist to bring a hand under your shirt and rest it on the small of your back, while the other cradled the back of your head. After a few moments, he just shook his head, and you hummed in understanding.

You both stayed there like that, quietly enjoying your warmth for a while. Until you finally pulled away from his neck and cradled his face in your hands. Chris just leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and heaving a sigh.

He was clearly refreshed from his shower, but you could still see the bags under his eyes, and the small frown on his face. You knew it wasn’t directed at you–or at least you hoped so–it surely had to do with whatever happened at work, so your first instinct was to lean in and press a kiss right where his eyebrows furrowed.

A small smile spread on his face, and his frown seemed to have disappeared when you finally pulled back. With a smile of your own, you leaned in again to press a kiss on his forehead. Then his nose, each cheek, and finally, his lips.

Chris’ lips moulded to yours, kissing you slowly, holding you even closer to him. He was so warm, and the feeling of his fingers caressing your lower back and the ones burying in your hair to angle your head to the side the tiniest bit was quickly igniting the flame of need deep within yourself.

After a few moments of kissing, you rolled your hips. You couldn’t help it, he was right there, touching you, existing, and your body just naturally reacted to him.

Chris tensed with the movement, and he immediately brought his hands to your hips to still your movement.

“Baby…” Chris pulled away from your lips with a sigh, an incredibly tired sigh. “I’m–I’m not…”

It was rare for Chris to not be in the mood for sex, but it did happen every once in a while, usually when he was not only incredibly exhausted, but also worried about something. So you simply smiled at him, dragging your thumbs over his cheeks as if to soothe him. “It’s okay, baby”.

Chris sighed again, looking you in the eyes. His eyebrows were drawn together once again. “I’m sorry, pretty. I’ll make it up to–”

“Baby”, you interrupted him and squished his cheeks, forcing his lip into a pout. “It’s fine. You don’t have to make anything up to me”.

“But–”

“I’m serious”, you pecked his lips, and offered him a smile after. “Don’t go all toxic alpha on me now, hm? It’s literally fine, babe”.

Chris chuckled, and he pulled you down for a brief kiss. “I love you”.

“Love you, too”, you replied simply, relishing the way Chris’ body relaxed under you again. “Now… Sleep?”

Chris looked at you for a moment, mulling your words, until he eventually spoke. “I’d like to… kiss some more…”

You leaned in, not quite pressing your lips to his yet, but close enough so every word made your lips brush against his. “How much more?”

Chris held you tighter. “A lot more”.

So you hummed, right as you finally connected your mouths in a deep kiss.

This was one of Chris’ moods sometimes. He’d just want to hold you, kiss you, rile you up with no real prospect of sex. And you’d lie if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

His plush lips against yours, his teeth tugging your flesh, his tongue brushing yours… Chris was an amazing kisser, and you could honestly spend hours just doing this. Hours of his hands roaming your back, of the satisfied hums and moans spilling from his mouth, of the wet sounds your motions produced.

Of course it made you horny, of course it made him horny… You could feel his hardness under you, enticing you, but being honest, kissing felt just as satisfying regardless. You liked that you could have these moments with your boyfriend, where you could somewhat keep things intimate, but rather chaste–as much as french kissing a werewolf could be considered chaste…

“God, I missed you so much”, Chris mumbled, digging his fingers on the soft flesh of your waist, under your tee.

“Me too, baby”, you mumbled back, barely even disconnecting your lips from his.

You couldn’t really tell how long you spent there, sitting on his lap and ravishing his mouth, but eventually, he pulled back, looking you in the eyes as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears.

His pupils were so deliciously blown, his lips all pink and plump, slick with your spit, and you were sure there was wetness making contact with your core, even with the thin fabric of his sleeping shorts separating your bodies.

“You’re so pretty”, Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, and he cupped your cheek with his free hand. “So pretty and mine. My pretty girlfriend…”

You chuckled, looking at his droopy eyes. “So are you, darling”.

“Mmm…” Chris leaned in again, kissing you briefly.

When he pulled back, you placed your hands on his bare shoulders. “Sleep?”

Chris nodded. “Sleep. Hold on tight, baby”.

As soon as you looped your arms around his neck, and with a firm hold on your thighs, Chris stood up from the sofa, taking you with him and walking languid steps to your bedroom, switching the kitchen lights off on the way.

As soon as he stepped into your room, Chris gently placed you on your feet so you could take the few steps left to the bed.

He placed a quick kiss on your cheek once you were both tucked under the covers. He pulled you close to his body and laid his head on your chest, letting out a sigh of relief once you buried your fingers in his hair and started massaging his scalp.

It was silent for a while, until you started to hear–and feel–the barely audible rumble coming from your boyfriend’s chest. It brought a smile to your face, and, soon enough, you fell asleep as well.

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bonebreakz · 11 months

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Falling asleep on their lap - JJBA Villians x Reader headcannons.

Oh hey! My first post on this blog! Keep in mind this is my first time writing here and im kind of new to doing headcannons as well, i also dont know how to write for Diavolo (and im kind of still getting my way through SBR-) so bear with me a little. Ill put Doppio on his place though!

Warnings: None! Just SFW wholesome content. :)

DIO (Dio Brando):

You both were reading a book together in the living room of his mansion, you squinted your eyes trying to read the text on the pages, but it was harder than usual as you got sleepier and sleepier by the minute.

After some minutes, DIO felt a weight over his legs and his gaze got off the book, he looked down and saw you fell asleep with your head on his lap.

He shook your head with his free hand, a slightly annoyed look on his face.

"Get up, mortal." He orders, but its no use as he sees you defintely fell asleep. He sighed, going back to his book, not taking his hand off your head. He doesnt want to admit it, but he secretly enjoys this moment of you sleeping soundly in his lap.

Kars:

He was sat down while you were sat behind him, braiding his hair as you did every day. After some minutes, you eyelids started to fall and soon, you fell asleep. You had fallen forward and your face was right on his luscious purple hair.

Kars noticed it of course as he didnt feel your hands going through his hair, he looked back and saw your sleeping face. He sighed.

"If you're going to sleep on me then do it properly, foolish human." He placed you down, your head layed on his lap. His signature smug appeard on his face as he watched you sleep comfortably.

Yoshikage Kira:

You and him were sat on the couch on the living room, watching tv quietly. You soon felt yourself loosing interest in what was in screen as you felt yourself getting heavier, after a moment, you closed your eyes and gave up to the feeling.

Kira had quickly taken notice of your sleepiness before you did, so when you fell with your head on his lap he already knew you would stay there for a while.

He simply smiled, placing his hand on your head as he burried his fingers on your hair, running them between your locks.

"Have nice dreams, my dear." He spoke quietly as he watched you finally get your much needed rest.

Doppio:

You were sat besides him while he was on the phone, waiting for him to finish whatever he was discussing about so you could go sleep next to him. You decided to close your eyes only for a bit until you dozed off hearing his sweet voice.

Doppio didnt really realise that until he finished his call, looking down and seeing your head resting over his lap. He felt guilty of being so unnatentive to your needs but he figured out if you didnt tell him you were tired then it was fine.

"I should bring you to bed but i cant get up, and you're so peaceful...I dont want to interrupt.."

He started feeling calmer as he looked at your sleeping expression, and soon he drove off to sleep aswell.

Enrico Pucci:

You were both talking while sat with eachother, having a pretty long conversation about whatever crossed your minds was what you'd usually do when having free time to do so. Pucci was in the middle of a sentence when he noticed your tired expression, after he finished talking his hand went to caress your cheek.

"Are you tired dear?" He asked with a calm tone in his voice, you nodded and he allowed you to lean closer, laying your head on his lap comfortably.

You fell asleep rather quickly after he had done that, he smiled as his hand rubbed your back soothingly.

#jojo's bizzare adventure #jjba headcanons #jjba #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jojo #headcanon #gn reader

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httpknjoon · 1 year

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hey, how are you? i cant believe the a listers is coming to an end, ill miss those two 🥹 can we have more proof??

note | hi, love. i'm doing well. thanks for asking 💗 me too but I am so excited for you guys to see the finale! and since I'm posting it really soon, this will be the last proof I'll be posting 😌 tysm for sending this!

main masterlist | drabble series

Proof no. 11 [BUG BITES]

@/sunnysidejin: the audacity of this man to walk to the airport with a hickey on his neck

2020. Jin was photographed by the waiting press when he arrived at an airport in California, wearing a simple cardigan over his plain white shirt and pants. His face was covered with sunglasses and a face mask since he doesn’t want to show his post-sleep face. He even has a cap on for his unstyled hair. But the only thing he left uncovered revealed something.

Just below his left jaw, a couple of reddish bruises can be seen exposed. It’s not that big. But it was noticeable due to its color. The fans had a laugh at it, joking about the fact that it might be hickeys. Shippers also pointed you as the suspect for the bruises.

@/1204zip: didn’t even bother to hide it with concealer 😭

@/mundanemundane: i just know yn is laughing at home, seeing y'all's reaction to those hickeys

Months later, you went live on Instagram. You were doing your makeup for a simple day in your life when a viewer noticed something on your collarbone. It was a dark blueish small spot on your skin.

“What’s… on your… collarbone?” you read the live comment as you apply moisturizer. “Oh, it’s a bug bite, people. I went hiking with friends last week and leaned on the wrong tree. It was horrible. But it’s better now!”

As usual, some fans claimed it was probably a hickey (from your secret partner or maybe *coughs* Jin who they said is getting back to you). But there are still people who believed your reason behind it. To be fair, you did post a nature picture on your Instagram Stories related to your hiking with friends before the whole live thing.

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@jub-jub @yoontaethings @kissme-ornot @sleepy-daydreams @veronawrites @cuteipat @ratherbefangirling @babystarcandy-gcf @akirawhore @alpacaparkaseok @rjsmochii @lovesickbangtan @rapmonie2047 @btsiguess-kpop @angelarin @walkinganxiety0 @bloopkook @yoooonie @amara-mars @firesighgirl @zwiehe @hiii-priestess @lojocas @juju-227592 @singukieee @eshtravagent @canarystwin @petalsofink

PERMANENT TAGLIST

@dunixxd @cixrosie @jksjx @embrace-themagic @buttvi @starbtslove @missseoulite @vanntaesworld @kenqki @pixybear @miyukihoshi @stopeatread @seolaquotes @greyrain23

#mai answers #jin x reader #jin fluff #bts jin #jin fic #jin au #seokjin x reader #seokjin fanfiction #seokjin fluff #bts fluff #bts angst #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts series #bts au #bts fanfic #the a listers ksj #the a listers: proof

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dtupdates-archive · 9 months

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♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart (pt. 1)! He liked:

tumblr req :3

he scares me sometimes

living life like limitless, there's nothing else but right here right now 💚🏔️

👹.

*sigh* yes, i am a crybaby...

😴🥰✨.

laaaa la laaaaaa

Traditional dream.

dteam eyes <3

(untitled)

We need to put him in a bubble suit

protecting him from every illness ever

dream in my the most recent outfit (+cat beanie) cuz idk what to doodle

bro's doin great. take care of yourself buddy, we really appreciate you <3

thank you for tweeting every couple of hours so we know you’re ok dream : ) dttwt hopes you recover quickly <3

qts

thats crazy

Movie night in bed while recovering 🩹❤️‍🩹

it’s been rly hot outside ☀️

dream

The poor little guy is enjoying his rose tea

…

Real

脑一个战后小互动XD

Blob doodles

Everest 💚

just a happy lil guy

Him and his bodyguards 🫶✨

dnfies

hello

He’s sleepy 💤

your existence is precious! 🌼

Too silly

for alé :)

🩷.

Get well soon, king

eepy

actually don't 😭💚

The littlest minecraft guy

alright

💚💙🦈Matching🦈💙💚

💚.

Doodle :3

dreamXD just stays silly :3

They're soggy :/

what are these guys doing on the mushrooms😲

⭐⭐⭐.

oh my, oh my god !

I did blob dream instead! :D✨

Smol dreamteam:D

stream ‘everest’ wherever you get your music!!! i love this song so much. thank you for making it, dream 🫶🏻

Sea otters hold hands while they're sleeping so they don't drift away from each other!

Pensieri sopraffatti

Dreamfanart should follow me for this one it’s a banger

smiley boy!! :D

dsmp s2 never happen but sometimes i think

“I lived bitch.”

little dteam in a mushroom playground but there is definitely a spider somewhere in it

ohhh i forgot to post these

🤯.

And he stays there ☝️‼️‼️

: )

#dt.update #dranart #dreamwastaken

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bobbybutterfly · 6 months

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Awesome. The original post got lost in the aether.

Now I got to rewrite it while on 8% and about to fall asleep. I guess I could post it tomorrow but I want this picture out of sight! I spent on it 12 hours already! Give me a break! By the way the fact that it took that long was on me. Newbie tip. If you are planning to make a piece in colour, PLEASE colour your pattern first before copying it. It will save you SOOOO much time.

So. What are we looking at? This is supposed to be Commander Gosemdouchi’s house. Oh boy. Do I feel like I have to find some Korean person I can bombard with questions about traditional Korean houses. Because when you’re looking up pictures of them on Pinterest they always get shuffled with Japanese and Chinese houses. I should do some research. I was always a more Japan girlie. I’ve even been learning the language for 2 years now. Yeah. Having to learn kanji got me regretting that I spent my days watching Dragon Ball Z instead of I don’t know… BTS interviews?

I guess I could write a bit about my fan fiction idea. It’s set after the end of the first season when the finally defeat the weasels, I think. I’m on episode 19 so no spoilers. There’s a split in the timelines. And Commander Gosemdouchi becomes basically Kim Ill Sung.

See? I said I would get around to posting those sketches some day.

It’s like a joke between me and dad that we think Commander Gosemdouchi’s sus. By the way Roxy, don’t worry. We stan Scout Gosemdouchi. But that commander! I don’t plan to write this fanfic anytime soon. I have some different projects in mind for Squirrel and Hedgehog. Be sure to follow me! Because trust me there’s nothing worse then then that crushing sense of disappointment when the project you were excited for gets abandoned.

Shit. I shouldn’t say that. I should be positive.

Back to that fanfic idea. So Commander over here after the war, assassinates or imprisons all the important animals from the Flower Hill army and names himself the supreme leader. It’s kind of based off of my country, Slovakia’s, history after the Second World War. Except no one called named themselves the supreme leader. By the way. On the note of history. Some one said, too sleepy to see who it was, I think it was vikfiv21, that if the North Koreans wanted me to work for them, they would just come and fetch me.

Well. Back during communism several of my family members were political prisoners. Including my grandfather. So if I was in North Korea I would still be rotting in a work camp. Oh shit.

Anyways. Back once again to the fanfic idea because I need to go to bed. I really like the idea of Geumseagi finding out that the nation he’s fighting for is a made up idea. As my dad put it, very 70’s Captain America. Just think of the angst! You find out that all the blood, sweat and tears you poured out weren’t for your fellow comrades but for a cruel tyrant that thanks you with a spit in the face?

Bobby out!

#my art #procreate #digital art #fanart #squirrel and hedgehog #interiors #background art #fanfiction ideas #sketch #furry art

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narumika · 1 year

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First of all I'm low-key sad I somehow only found you now even when I often go through Enstars tag on latest so come on Tumblr why qwq

If it's no trouble I'd like to request a fic on the selfship event, usually I go by Mutsu, also she/they pronouns though I don't really mind as long as it is one of those

Right now my main interest is being Enstars though I really love animals(mostly mammals except for monkeys/gorillas because I know of their sins) and I'd say I'm also pretty passionate about disability as I am disabled though only very recently started using a cane

Though my illnesses often end up making me both sleepy, have poor memory and change interests pretty often hence why my Enstars self is a Sakuma, I will leave you to pick if you feel more comfortable writting about Mika or Leo as I really love both and if you need anything feel free to contact me

>×> lastly because I think at this point my ask got long enough as it is, remember to take care of yourself ♡

500 event!

contains: silly writing sorry it’s been a while, confessions, ritsu being ritsu

AMIA: aww its okay! i don't post as much as i used to anyways. and you too! i chose mika for this, apologies if its short!

both of you were sitting at a bench, mikas mouth going at 100 mph talking about a new song idea he had, stopping slightly to take a bite of his crepe. you sat silently, taking bites out of your crepe every once and a while. "so i was thinkin', maybe somethin' about-- oh, hey ritsu-kun!" he said and scooted over a bit, giving ritsu room to sit down in between you both. "hi mikarin.. i just wanted to say hi.." ritsu said with a yawn, his voice laced with sleepiness. his head plopped on your shoulder and soon enough he fell asleep, soft snores coming from him.

you both continued chatting away as ritsu slept, enjoying your crepes as well. soon enough the area went silent, and he put his hand in yours. he took a deep breath and his face was red, he started speaking after. "there's been something i've been meaning to tell you--" ritsu yawned, and sat up. “me and mutsu have to get going, bye mikarin.” he said and stood up. “before ya go, mutsu i like you, a lot. err.. bye now!” he said with a flushed face before giving you a hug and speed walking away, ritsu looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you shrugged before sending him a text saying “i like you too!”

#enstars x reader #mika kagehira #mika kagehira x reader #ensemble stars x reader #💗 500 event!

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disastertriowriting · 2 years

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Disaster Trio May 4 Gift Exchange Submissions

Fanfics:

Ain't No Crying by Amina Gila (CourtesyTrefflin) - Ahsoka Tano returns to Coruscant from Oba Diah with the Martez sisters, except this time, her past comes back to haunt her in an entirely different manner. It’s not Bo-Katan Kryze who comes for her help. No. Her past returns in the form of her former master, Anakin Skywalker, and he is not the man she remembers. Not anymore.

to be okay by askywalkergryff - “After everything that you’ve done for them… and they were ready to throw you away like that.” He snaps his fingers. “They don’t deserve you. They never did.” And just like that, she knows that she has his blessing, and his encouragement, to walk away. He just needed time.

Why can't we just send Sith Holocrons via the Galactic Post? by ChiaretasWriting - Anakin is very tired of being the Jedi Order's delivery boy. Ahsoka even more so. On a delivery trip gone wrong our favourite disaster siblings get stranded on a planet and are not thrilled about it.

A Touch Of Sleepiness and Affection by delless03 - They look adorable like this, snuggling close to each other, their expressions relaxed and calm. Obi-Wan sighs. He almost feels bad for having to wake them, but a speeder is hardly a bed, and it is getting colder out. [Or: Obi-Wan and his two very sleepy children]

Napping in the Chaos by geniecat2 - This is just a simple piece of fluff for our favorite Disaster Trio! Obi-Wan feels it's time for Anakin to pull the standard creche duty while they're in the Temple. While they're helping, the duo meet the young Togruta who'll eventually end up completing their part of the Lineage. Sugar-filled children, stressed creche masters, and naps abound in this piece!

Aftermath(It's Over, I'm Here) by KitKatOfMidgard - When Ahsoka heard the news, she didn't know what to feel other than grateful her loved ones are alright. But now it's time to pick up the pieces, and Anakin is far from being okay.

behind me is the light by lady_mab - “You'd do well to trust those instincts,” Obi-Wan says slowly, aware of how much he’s revealing by even admitting that much. “But don’t waste your worry on me.” “If I don’t, then who will?” Anakin demands, flinging his hands back to his sides. Just a child, forced to grow up too soon, forced from one set of shackles to another.

This is always how it ends by MalirBly - Ahsoka Tano was expelled from the Jedi Order, and wouldn’t return, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to leave Anakin and Obi-wan, she may not be a Jedi, but she loves them and won’t just leave them, will she?

Disasters Undercover by Riftwalker - The war is spreading the Republic and Jedi thin. In the light of information that a backwater planet may be supplying cortosis, a lightsaber-resistant metal, to the Separatists, the Jedi Council send Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano to investigate...

Shockwave by Rivana Rita (CourtesyTrefflin) - In the aftermath of the Hardeen debacle, nothing is alright. Maybe it never will be again. Anakin and Ahsoka have to deal with the fallout and grieve the loss of their relationship with and trust of the man they had both looked up to. It doesn't help that Anakin is injured (and ill now, too), both from Orondia and Naboo, and that leaves Ahsoka to tend to him on her own.

Who Will Rescue Me if I Cannot Rescue Them? by Ruusaan_Giiren_the_Writer - On a mission to find a squad of missing clones, Obi-Wan Kenobi gets captured by eager slavers, not quite knowing who he is, and is brought right to the man responsible for it all. It goes well until it doesn't. Read the tags, it's not for everyone.

Changed fates by RyanSquad15 - The first Jedi who defeated a Sith in thousands of years had been persistent that Skywalker should go to the mission to the Outer Rim, testifying that he defeated Count Dooku and should defeat Grievous without a problem. He had argued for his former apprentice till the Council relented. It is a rare public show of affection and stark loyalty on his behalf. It has shattered the pinnacle of Palpatine's plan. Anger drowns into Palpatine's veins as he remembers that the supposed Chosen One is yet to become his Sith apprentice. Skywalker is the tool to much that he desired, a man who would wipe out the Jedi and bring his new Empire. Au; what if Anakin went to Utapau while Obi-Wan remained behind in the Jedi Temple?

Monsters Leave at Dawn by Sinvulkt - In one universe, Anakin stay on Coruscant and fall. In this universe, he follows Obi-Wan on Utapau.

Untitled Submission by the-phantom-panther - Anakin and Obi-Wan chaos.

Ancestry of Nightmares by Tirana Sorki (CourtesyTrefflin) - Mortis wasn't a pleasant experience for anyone, and it left scars on them all. Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka struggle to deal with Ahsoka being possessed and dying, and Anakin Falling. And, of course, there's the whole thing about how what happened on Mortis will affect their galaxy as well. Or, Mortis aftermath which we never got to see.

A Time to Mourn by Tirana Sorki (CourtesyTrefflin) - Anakin has to make a choice, a life-altering choice, between saving Padme or saving Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. He can't save all of them. Not this time. In the aftermath, he struggles, trying to come to terms with his choice and what he lost. Just like when he lost his mother. And now, like then, he's not alone. His family will look after him, as they've always tried to do.

Stars of Game War by WindyShadows - Stupidity at its finest? An attempt to write Star Wars fiction when you don't know much about Star Wars.

Fanart:

Heroes in a Break by bereweillschmidt

Untitled piece by Simbeline

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #star wars fanart #fanart #disaster trio #anakin #anakin skywalker #obi-wan #obi-wan kenobi #ahsoka #ahsoka tano #anakin and obi-wan #anakin and ahsoka #obi-wan and ahsoka #gift exchange #fic submissions

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dale-b-cooper-fbi · 1 year

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Special Agent Dale Cooper here, lover of coffee and cherry pie.

I am constantly plagued by very vivid dreams.

Currently residing in the small woodsy town of Twin Peaks! It's full of lush green trees, and home a lovely diner home to some damn fine coffee and cherry pie.

Happily working on a few cases here in Twin Peaks, with the local Sheriff Harry Truman.

⚠️!This is a twin peaks RP blog, and Ask Blog!⚠️

18+ just due to occasional things, unreality, murder, and overall Twin Peaks things.

This is also a sideblog I apologize, I cannot follow you back on here.

🌟*about blog runner/owner below and any issues with hiatus and more*🌟

Hey! Michael here, I put a little divider aince I didn't wanna bug eveyone too much with adding a personal note for thus blog.

Some facts or things you should know about me:

Im Michael! This is a side blog, and I try to keep it up and running almost daily.

I do misspell things and often don't notice them ever if at all, ans when I do it's too late, I apologize for this(spellchecke my beloved)...

I'm only 19! I'll be 20 soon, but keep that in mind when sending any "Risky" ask, but it's dale cooper, I hope no one is horny for him...least not here please.

I've been suffering heath issues for 3 years now. We don't know what it is, but it gets worse with weather changes, and lots of activity.

Example: It hurricanes and stormes in my area a lot, so the rain and build up to said storm I'll be in agony and unable to be awake for long. Mix of sever lethargicness, and taking meds that make me sleepy.

Another is: if I walk around or do too much or a lot, I'll limp and be in a lot of pain, so I won't want to really play on my phone, which is how I answer ask/make post.

Third note of pain: I am FtM, suffering from horrible horrible cycles. All this means is sometimes ill be more lethargic, the issue her ebeing they are irregular, and even then I just get into a lot of pain, and really funky feeling when they hit...

So I suffer pain, a lot, and I can't help it sadly, but try to answer all my asks in a day, and make least 3 Diane entries.

Do I slightly self project onto Cooper? Yes, 100%....but I also feel FBI work, and well his life and the black lodge, and whatever supernatural things he's faced has left a toll on him, and also he's older and people tend to get mild joint issues when their older, even if they're active and healthy.

(I also severely very very much self project onto Sam Stanley but that's for my fics not a rp blog or anything.)

You can ask all sorts of questions tho. Again, all twin peaks related, send one to me and ask about me or how I started this, just all sorts I don't mind!!!

That's all! I'm Michael, ftm, Chronic pain and always tired, this is a side blog, send in your asks and remember eveyone!

Stay groovy, stay kind, and remember to simply vibe with life!!

#twin peaks #dale cooper twin peaks #dale cooper #rp blog #twin peaks rp blog #I'll post twin peaks and dale cooper ralted things or things I feel fit the feel of it #*updated this everyone*

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butterflyinthewell · 2 years

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A rundown of my COVID-19 experience (so far).

TW: illness , menstruation

May 28 - Day 0 - Developed post nasal drip as I was going to bed.

Spent a lot of the night snorting/swallowing snot, clearing my throat and coughing.

I knew my period was due, so I attributed my inability to sleep to hormones aggravated by my drippy nose.

May 29 - Day 1 - Woke up to find I’d gotten my period. Attributed the headache to that since I always get a headache when I’m starting, and took Tylenol and Ibuprofen to avoid cramps as much as possible. If I had a fever at any time it was totally masked by this, but I never felt the pulsing feeling I get in my head with a fever.

Had a sore throat, but only in the oropharynx area behind my uvula. Swallowing wasn’t painful. I figured I’d irritated my throat by coughing, snorting and clearing it all night.

Voice was slightly hoarse, but it also is when I begin my period. I sang with my choir (unaware I was sick) with no problem with lung capacity or vocal production.

I took ibuprofen every 4 hours and Tylenol every 6 hours.

Took a full Benadryl tablet at night to make myself sleepy and dry up my nose, and proceeded to sleep well due to hormones and not sleeping well the night before.

May 30 - Day 2 - Heavy day of period, flow and cramps were the usual for me. Still had that weird sore throat, which I found annoying.

Resumed my regimen of ibuprofen every 4 hours and Tylenol every 6 hours to control cramps. This is always the worst, most miserable day of my period.

Any fever I may have had would be masked by this, but I never had that pounding sensation.

I took half a Benadryl tablet to stop the post nasal drip because it was aggravating, but I didn’t want to be totally snowed out, and all the symptoms disappeared, even the sore throat.

For a few moments I wondered if I had COVID, but thought my symptoms wouldn’t disappear if I took an antihistamine because Benadryl never relieved cold symptoms for me.

I attributed my discomfort to allergies and my period.

At bedtime I took a full Benadryl tablet and slept fairly well.

May 31 - Day 3 - Woke up with a much less sore throat, but had developed a dry barking cough and a raw, tight feeling in my trachea/chest area, as if I inhaled smoke or an irritating chemical like ammonia or bleach.

Only needed Tylenol every 6 hours to relieve residual cramps.

Felt marginally better compared to days 1 and 2 of my period, but the frequent cough and chest tightness were aggravating and Benadryl didn’t relieve those symptoms anymore.

I felt very aware of my lungs because of the tight sensation, but I had no trouble inhaling, exhaling or vocalizing.

I took a shower and spent some time with the water on as hot as possible to steam up the bathroom and the chest rawness went away while I was breathing in the steam, but came back as soon as the steam dissipated.

My snot and cough never developed the strange smell/taste I usually get when I’m sick with something, so I had no reason to suspect I was sick.

June 1 - Day 4 - Woke up with less chest tightness and a heavy feeling in my sinuses (above, below and behind my eyes). My nose was also itchy, the way it is with hay fever. I’m more upset by my sneezing than my coughing!

Still had a cough, though it only seemed to happen if postnasal drip irritated my throat or I got directly in the path of dry moving air from a fan or air conditioning unit. Spontaneous coughing outbursts still happened, but not as frequently as the day before.

Got an email from my choir director that he tested positive on May 31. People who had been present at choir practice on Thursday weren’t present on Sunday and had also reported testing positive. This is where I suspect I caught it, even though I wore a mask diligently and tried not to sit too close to anybody. Someone who tested positive was sitting three feet to my left for the whole 1hr30min rehearsal session, and someone else who doesn’t know either way was behind me.

John and I had spoken across the piano on Sunday, so I worried I was either already sick or had been exposed.

I considered the possibility of having COVID, so masked up with several cloth masks as tight as I could fit them over my face. I’m one of two caregivers for my dad, a total care disabled man with very advanced Parkinson’s disease, so I can’t totally distance because he needs hands on care.

I bothered my mom to get us tests, tested myself and came up positive.

I will continue to put a mask on to leave my room, but I feel like I’m a bit late since I had no inkling I could be sick till after my most contagious days were spent in contact with everyone in my household.

Both parents have not felt any symptoms and will test themselves on Saturday.

(And that’s where I am so far.)

#actuallyautistic #covid-19 #covid variants #I’m pretty sure it’s omicron #or one of its weak babies #I am fully vaccinated and boosted #tw illness #I still am taking this seriously because people are still dying out there and it’s not normal.

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ruincs · 2 years

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BEHIYE SYDIN. ╱ robin.

she + her / twenty- seven / penned by vic

" what motivates me - hatred? or is it love? "

⨯ application ⨯ pinterest ⨯ dynamics ⨯ stats ⨯ timeline

TW: PARENTAL DEATH, ILLNESS , IMPRISONMENT, SUICIDE IDEATION

ps.: this is very long!!!! if you w ant just hit me up on discord and i'll just tell u all and yea :)

bio summary ???

dam bby girl all these red flegs looking heart shaped tbh teehehee

i'll get back to this later i am very sleepy

behiye sydin daughter of mister rich and miss face of turkey - what could go wrong??? more like what what could go right

from the go her parents marriage, although very stable and healthy, was a big scandal in the country - her mother was extremely famous and her father extremely wealthy, with a questionable ethical background. she did get pregnant before they came out to the public on their relationship, only announcing the marriage and her daughter due four months from them.

fast forward ten years, behiye only has the recollection of gathering the dust of what was once her mom after touching her and her ability activating - it is still a repressed memory of hers, the details are not reliable at all, and she does change the story frequently.

( her mother was actually terribly sick and slowly dying... it was a mess but i will explore soon )

her father upon discovering that his daughter was 1) A WITCH!!! and 2) a KILLER WITCH??? decided what a very influent and rich father would do <3

he locked her up in their state!

think of complete isolation with staff suspecting that you a nihilum, rumors about your mom's sudden death and the sealed casket, a child who is clearly traumatized by all of the recent events and is not dealing well with it!

and she can kill things without even knowing btw

three years of complete hell in which her father, if coming to visit, completely avoided her. he returned letters and post cards, he didn't call nor pick up the phone. she was left to die there.

so she took drastic measures and managed to convince him to set her free! in a very healthy way

now cut to a girl who's 13, never loved, only set free by her father after a couple NON INTENTIONAL casualties, and mainly because she looks exactly like his wife love of his life (and bc she pretended she was gonna turn herself into dust <3) and we expect everything will go well!

except that of course it didn't.

his neglect never changed - and the shame took over once behiye slowly noticed that eun-ha was the one. even though she was hi trophy, even though she was what her mother was, she was just another trinket of his that was supposed to have stayed in the cage only if she wasn't a threat to her own role to be played.

that was just the beginning of another round of torture - only this time was the unfold of a girl who was completely unfit for the dream she was so sure it belong to her. and her cousin made sure to remind her of that, every single time.

so yeah she is not very okay nope but she is a fun time!

her desire, what she asked for the beast, was to be the rightful owner of everything that was her by birthright - but mostly, she wanted to take from her cousin the one thing she had in the bag tbh

has no idea what she is gonna do because one thing abt behi is that this girl is tactless af!

oh but theres gonna be a cute twist to achieving what she wants!!!

she's an actual nightmare.... im so sorry in advance she is just yeah

fin of the tl dr but actually being too long as well

HEADCANONS???

outside she's the picture perfect but on the inside......

nobody will be spared. maybe two people. three if it's a wednesday.

obsessed with cleanliness and organization because things need to be very neat and organized in order for her to feel like not everything that surrounds her is crumbling down

has a very sensitive nose, feels extremely bothered by anything that smells slightly out of what she can consider pleasant. but doesn’t feel disgusted (?) more like as if she's very bothered in a sense by the smell of anything that could be dying

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buy things and gets rid of them before they get too old, sometimes untouched

it's quite funny since she doesn't care about death itself, her problem lays within the whole process of u know what....

has a very sensitive relationship with food, does not eat red meat because it stays in your system for too long. prefers liquids. drinks lots of juice, smoothies, and lots of alcohol.

does lack a lot of motivation, does NOT!!! dream of labor! collects jewelry (deep down she thinks she could be a jewelry design)

behiye never really excelled in anything academic because she was always compared to her cousin (even herself did that) but she is very athletic!!! strong as well and good in martial arts

giving clean girl patrick bateman vibes are you picking those up as well......

amma crellin and jinx were her inspo <3 lowkey sasuke??w idk why don't ask me

give her ATTENTION!!!!

her special skill stealth cognizance means that she plays dumb and gets the intel! she is a master emotional manipulator, and she has the looks and the privilege of such so!

i can't think of anything rn i will edit this and make it make sense later.

ilu if u read it all

#/ INTRO .#corvi.intro #its not a tag im afraid i made this up #<3 im so sorry my brain is gone <3

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lettersformiah · 2 years

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9:12am, 20 june

hi bubba! in english atm. ive had a morning and a half. late to school hehe. had to sign in at the office bc i saw maia with the little attendance slip that relievers have. signed in and rocked up. the reliever is nice, he is chill. nice enough yk? youre at your first placement rn! so shit you had to wake up so early for it. n you have to do it the next two days as well. like eek. but youre amazing so i trust youll be fine. or even better than fine. i believe in you. just shit that i cant text you hehe. but its okay cause i have the letters and music and fifty internals to focus on. did i tell you french was also spoken? im terrible at french pronunciation. what can you do i guess. my kiwi mouth cant get around the fact that french is just gurgling. hopefully ill be fine.

wearing your hoodie at school ^-^ its nice and big and warm. i love it so much. im wearing so many layers bc its so cold. or not even that cold. so windy. and wind makes everything cold. got my stockings on, your hoodie, the big fleece jacket, and socks >:) which i dont think you are meant to wear with stockings, but fuck it, im cold and my shoes are thin. the wind is fucking up my hair too. so dog of mother nature fr.

what else? oh! friday is matariki. or maybe its not? i dont know. friday is the public holiday for matariki, so thats good enough for me. thursday is a half day bc they are doing the celebration at school from 1-5. (however it means p3 on thursday is like a full school assembly) i think im meant to go to the celebration? i think i will from like 3-5 maybe. if you dont miss me too much. but youd probably be asleep knowing you. will see i guess heh. i just know my friends were interested in going. i still have dance though, so maybe i go and then leave at like 4:40? thats when the bus is and itll take me straight to dance. just gotta be sneakily wearing my dance clothes or take a bag. we will see! sounds like a good plan though, if i do say so myself.

i really can keep writing forever hehe! apparently always having something to say translates well into letters too! id be so good with a diary. but i think one entry would be like 40 pages long. so maybe its for the best this is online. saves me some hand cramps.

i love you! and im excited for drama! having our war piece kinda finished is good. but getting the guys to work its kinda very hard when they arent feeling it. but we definitely need to perform soon. the original plan was to have it be done at the end of term 1. its almost been like 3 months since that? thats some shit timing. but tbf im glad we have the time to work on it, i want it to look good. but i dont mind not getting an excellence, but i know leo wants it. which is fair. hoping all goes well and the boys focus up. ill let you know.

it was nice waking up to you this morning :*] wish it could be like that irl and every day yk? i dont think i was very good at conversation, i barely remember it but i remember definitely slurring my words a teeny bit. sleepy maddi things.

ive been writing this letter for like thirty minutes. crazy how the time flies when i just talk. tbf whenever i talk just about my day it takes about 3 hours to get through! and i didnt even get to tell you about yesterday and the full on day i had! and havent even mentioned watching the end of the summer i turned pretty with rem and hos and jazz or playing dnd! gosh theres so much to talk about i could go on forever. im happy you love that about me. im very lucky. youre a great listener which is perfect because im a great talker. love you bubba.

i should go i think. got other posts to make and some english to pretend i did. i love you, hope the placement is going okay and you havent fallen asleep injecting someone yet.

talk soon,

-mads<3

#letters

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howdidigetbacktowritingwhat · 8 months

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hi,hello,hoy !!! You asked me what I thought of your fic so I am here to comment some things about it !!! :D

I love how you have to put pieces together to figure out what's going on with Y/N! Because when your theory gets confirmed you just get this SERATONIN (is that how you type it??) from it

(this one is honestly more of a nit pick just saying:) I feel like you could do a bit of foreshadowing like for example: In chapter 1 you could have described Y/N's backpack in detail so the readers know how it looks like and think "hMMM why are they describing it in such detail ???" and then when you get to chapter 3 you could describe Y/N's backpack as something else (not entirely something else but a small change) without Y/N reffering to it feeling like 'a different bag' maybe get him to say "something feels off..." so when the reader sees this they'll put the pieces together and say "WOOOAH WAIT THATS DIFFERENT FROM THIS THAT WAS SAID IN THIS !!!! :0" !! BUT!! Honestly that's just a little nitpick from me because I tried to write a few stories before (but then I gave up halfway) and I know bits and pieces on how to do cool foreshadowing (from a writer friend) but take this with a grain of salt because I am still ig a newbie at writing!! ><

also when Y/N is talking in his head and a thing thinks instead of him you could have a subtle shift in tone (idk if I am explaining this one well sorry I am a bit sleepy)

unhinged Sun. I just loved when that boy snaps. ( ‾̀◡‾́)

and the last one is.... remember to take breaks!!! Writing can be exhausting especially if the story is getting to your head (trust me ik how it feels when you get too emotionally attached and don't wanna kill your favourite off (╥﹏╥)) so remeber to take as much time off as you need your mental health is WAY more important <3

have a good day!!! :DDD<3 gonna make more fanart in the future when my wrist hurts lessheehehege---

OHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO HELPFUL THANK YOU THANK YOU <33 omg (sorry i really REALLY love reading peoples' thoughts Okay i am going to dissect this NOW [TOTALLY NOT PROCRASTINATING WORK]) ill put it under a cut since its kinda long AHH

ill be honest. Im SO SO GLAD you wrote all these points (especially the nitpicks !!/gen) - im super happy that you guys really love getting theories confirmed in the next chapter and im glad you noticed that the description of the backpack is. not up to par hehe ( AS WELL AS THE THING IN Y/N'S HEAD ) (also dw you explained it really well! )

I am at a constant war of wanting to spill everything and hiding info due to spoilers but !! ive been playing around with the fic being an unreliable narrator so much that i was incredibly concerned that it was. very confusing WAHAHA (it probably still has some things to fix though), so im genuinely really glad you pointed out inconsistencies(?? oddities? i dont know how to say it but basically funky writing) in the places where i wanted there to be :]

HAHA I DONT KNOW IF I MAKE SENSE RIGHT NOW it is like. 2am. but tldr hheehee hoo hoo i am so glad that things are going according To Plan. (dude i am like. saving this post too just so i can reread and make sure things unfold properly too)

LASTLY. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS !! writing analysis and feedback take so much time and Im really really honoured that you guys spoil me with a LOT of them- and for understanding that this fic kinda takes a toll on my health wahaha <33

also guys pls. pls rest your wrists. i am going to spam stretches soon. (ALSO ALSO THANK U ALL FOR THE FANART FOOD please dont overexert yourself though !! health first and genuinely; you guys even reading my fic is the greatest honour ever. take care of yourselves!!! and have a good day too <33

#misc talks #iswis inbox time #technically spoilers?#I CANT WAIT TO GO BACK TO WRITING LIKEE THIS HAS HYPED ME UP IM GOING CRAZY #RATTLES WORK #soon.#also thank you so much wellhellothereem i love your art style sm <33 #like genuinely your style is so good

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