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chrollohearttags · 2 months

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snooze • portgas d. ace

your boyfriend can’t sleep unless you’re by his side..for many reasons.

sleepy/sonmo sex, hints of free use, modern au, black fem reader, early morning quickie, creampie, nipple play, teasing, him whimpering a lot :(, just some domestic, soft smut, pet names used

word count: 2.0K

📝: as you all can see, my brainrot for this man has become so god awful, I fear it will take a shovel to dig me out of these trenches. But I love it here! (also, the title is not based off of the song by any means.)

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2:15AM…

night had long fell cast over the sky..faint inklings of stars littered the black backdrop as tiny white dots. The vibrant moon illuminating the entirety of the sleepless city as the daily bustle of blaring car horns and menial chatter has slowed to the sounds of a few cars either heading home or starting the day early. Through the window of the third story apartment where you resided..shined a single beam of light on two sleeping bodies. Entangled in the warmth of the sheets on the chilly winter night..underneath, limbs intertwined as you enjoyed the bliss of sweet slumber..

“Mmmph..”

faint mumbles arose as they vibrated against the crook of your neck. Your boyfriend’s face was nuzzled between the crevice of your neck as he shuffled around in his sleep. His muscular, inked up forearms coiled around your waist with his hands placed to your abdomen; holding you close to him. Nowhere else in the world that either of you would rather have been..it was paradise, an absolute dream..and for your doting, sweet man..he was enjoying it quite a bit! The friction of his lower half rubbing against your backside; gently rutting his hips into your plump flesh as to not ruffle too much but make you subtly aware of his intentions. Those hands eventually roamed from your waist and tummy to the top of your body, resting idly on your breasts. He seemed restless, for a better lack of terms. Although he probably slept more than the average person due to his narcolepsy, Ace did have his weaknesses. For example, he couldn’t be at peace unless you were plastered to his side. You were his comfort, his peace and he couldn’t function unless you were right there. But alas, it wasn’t the only reason he enjoyed lying next to you every night..it definitely had its other perks. Just like at that moment, where he was toiling with the lace on your short silk teddy. The one that barely even covered your ass as you walked away..the one that had his mind straying to less than savory thoughts when you were awake. It couldn’t be helped..your body was an absolute work of art that he could admire for hours on end and never grow tired. Neither one of your eyes were open; still far too exhausted to do so, but he’d slowly feel you up as you laid there quietly. Running his fingertips along the delicate portions of your skin, still muttering and eventually, leaving gentle pecks on your shoulder blade. “Baby…” the only thing he managed to get out before muttering against your neck once more.

Meanwhile, you could still feel his pelvis bumping against you..naturally, you didn't hesitate to meet him halfway. It was obvious that neither of you were going to truly be able to rest until you achieved your mutual goal. Because truth be told, when you couldn’t doze off the way you wanted or your body wanted craved more than just sleep to replenish it, there was only one way to quell that urge:

“..need you so bad..”

hell, it was all the more fun when you pretended to be fully asleep..giving him full fledged permission to use your body when he saw fit. Taking claim to it when he was ready. Sometimes, you loved it when he woke you up with his cock nestled deeply inside of you or vice versa, when your pretty little lips, wrapped around his shaft, drove him out of slumber. It was easy to surmise that he was going to take advantage of said consent..made things all the more sexier. Still mumbling, you’d begin to whine very faintly as you felt the covering of your top be pulled down and your nipples exposed to the cool air. They were erect and sensitive to the touch. Practically writhing each time he so much as even brushed them. By this time, you were also wiggling your hips and bogging yourself onto his crotch. It was clear that things were about to intensify and neither of you wanted to put a halt to this little charade either.

2:30AM…

“..you’re so wet, baby..this all f’r me?’ His words seem to have fallen on deaf ears but he could tell by your physical reaction, that wasn’t the case..you were clutching the sheets far too tight for someone that couldn’t feel a thing. You were only becoming more and more aroused by the minute..that silky slick coating his fingertips. Meanwhile, you could feel his bulge pressing against your cheeks..so swollen, it were as if he’d burst any minute. “Don’t be shy, you can tell me..” a faint chuckle rising among his deep voice, rattling off whilst he held you close. This man had talked you through many orgasms with that heavy tone of his and he knew how much you loved when he spoke to you all quietly like this. “That’s okay..I know what you need..” he was very much vocal and yet, he was still seemingly asleep. His eyes still shut!..but it wouldn’t remain that way for long because as Ace reached down to tug at his waistband, removing his cock from its confines, (y/n) very subtly hoisted your leg, assuring him that you wanted this just as badly..taking the hint, he’d clutch your waist and pull you towards him, smacking that tip to that warm, juicy slit of yours. Almost as if his senses were incredibly heightened..his mind constructing a roadmap of your beautiful body and no vision was needed. A giant smirk lay plastered across his face. He couldn’t wait to be inside of you.. “Let me have you, please..fuck..” that once deep voice becoming desperate and whimpering in a high pitched wail; that mushroom tip aching and leaking with the absolute need to be fill your hole. To take claim of your special spot only the way he knew how.. “..shit..” “..mmph!” Simultaneously reactions from each of you. It seemed that you could no longer maintain your silent charade and he could no longer fight those insatiable urges..and both of you were ready to fuck until your bodies truly tired out beyond repair. The kind that would undoubtedly put you right back to sleep..

2:40AM

sounds of clashing flesh ricocheted around the room, the clapping noises of his pelvis colliding with your heavy asscheeks as he pounded into you. A cusped hand stationed around your throat to keep you reigned in when you began to pull away from the strokes he was feeding your greedy cunt. Unable to quell his whiny cries because of the sensation. He’d never felt anything like it! So warm and silky..it was a miracle he hadn’t gotten you pregnant yet..constantly finding it hard to pull out once he was inside of you. Rutting into you like a pathetic pup rutting his pillow. A sheath of wetness forming from the constant thrusting..and his earlier teasing. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight, baby..pussy’s so fucking good..” the sweet nothings rattled off into your ear with his dick nestled deep between your folds.. “..shit! Right there..so good..” heavy huffs breathing down your neck whilst he persisted. Pulling you even closer, Ace tilted your head back slightly to lace your jawline and throat with sloppy pecks. It was absolute bliss if you’ve ever felt it. “I love you..love you so fucking much, baby. Thank you for letting me wake you up like this..” a faint chuckle arising from between his moans. It was blatantly clear to see that he was enjoying this little early morning rendezvous more than you could imagine. “I love you—oh fuck!…’s too much..'' crying out with your hand smacking the mattress and clutching the sheets. Your legs shook violently and all you could do was withstand the sensation of that thick, throbbing cock bottoming out inside of you. Sometimes, it was a miracle if you could fit it all..he was so lengthy as well and you’d oftentimes find yourself begging him to take some out around the five inch mark. “Aw, baby..you’re so small. Just makes stretching you out all the more fun..” referencing not your body type, but rather that pretty pussy..regardless of how many times you two had sex, you still managed to wrap around and squeeze him to no end. Cream slathered all down the entrance and he would lean up to examine the mess, along with the ripple of your thick ass via the moonlight..

2:48AM

“F-fuck..gonna come, daddy..please!”

“Ooh, I love when you call me that..are you gonna let go f’r me, sweetheart?”

Still lying on your side with your leg hoisted high, he’d continue going..even teasing your clit to add to the euphoric feeling. Both of your eyes had peeled wide open and there was no halting this passionate round of love making. The name causes a throbbing sensation to rattle off inside of you as his cock twitches yet again.

“So let me see that pretty face when you do, baby. Come on, let it out—“ amid the resuming of his deep strokes, Ace would coddle your face in his palm, sweet talking you through that impending orgasm. Spinning your face around to meet his own. He was always such a kind and attentive lover. Making certain that you got yours long before his own. His true satisfaction lies in seeing you grip the sheets and call out his name. It didn’t take long before he was granted his wish and you were heaving as that orgasm came barreling out of that entrance and splattering his thighs as he fucked it out of you slowly. Emitting gentle streams with each thrust until you couldn’t spill another drop.

“Aww, good girl..good girl..you’re squirting. So fucking wet..I love it.”

you’d find yourself caught in another kiss shortly thereafter; passionately and slowly…but that wasn’t the end of this. He needed to keep going until he had nothing else left to offer..until you were filled to the brim with every last drop of him. “Nnnngh!..” “I know, pretty..I know..but you’re doing such a good job..I don’t wanna stop.” Growling and laughing in your ear as his strokes became a lot rougher and more sporadic. He was nearing his peak. That much was evident by the way his nails dug into the flesh of your hip. Met with the recoil of your thick ass each time. You were squeezing him so tight, he could barely withstand it. So with a couple more sharp, pounding thrusts, you’d find your boyfriend clutching onto your skin and drilling until you felt it all come to an abrupt halt.. “f..fuck!..hold still, baby. I’m so close—“ a mere few seconds later, you’d feel his movements cease but those hot, thick ropes of cum pouring into your womb. Filling you up with every ounce of his seed until he couldn’t go any further. Whimpering and crying out for you in the process. Begging you to let him breed you..and once he finished, Ace would remain inside of that tight cunt, stroking the side of your face and marking your temple with light kisses.

“That was perfect, sweetheart..”

“Yeah..thank you, baby..”

3:00AM

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toomuchracket · 4 months

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home for christmas (d word matty x reader fluff)

another christmas75 fic! pre-dating, but only just. it'll make sense when you read it lmfao. also i love this pic of matty literally god bless jack antonoff. enjoy <3

practically jamming his knuckle into his eye in an effort to wake himself up, matty slowly drags his suitcase out of the lift. he brightens up a bit when he sees you in the lobby - well, sees your tiny face, looking as sleepy as his own, poking out between the fabric of your beanie and hoodie and floor-length puffer jacket. as he gets closer to you, his heart skips when you smile sweetly at him, and it's all he can do to stop his legs copying it.

he manages to keep his cool, though, plopping down on the sofa next to you and matching your smile. “morning. you feeling a bit chilly, darling?”

“ha ha,” you roll your eyes, deadpan, and matty giggles. “you haven't been anywhere without central heating yet. s'fucking freezing outside.”

“why were you out?”

you lean forward to lift a takeout drinks holder matty hadn't noticed on the coffee table. “to get these.”

“oh. thanks,” matty takes his cup from you, slightly crestfallen. “i thought we were going to go on the coffee run together, though?”

shrugging, your face contorts into a bashful smile that wipes every other thought out of matty's head. “didn't want you to get cold. and i figured you'd be tired after the show last night, so not making you wait for coffee was a good idea. oh, also,” you rifle through your jacket pocket and procure two sugar packets. “there you go.”

“thank you, darling,” matty squeezes your hand as he takes the sugar. “god, you really are freezing. i almost feel bad that you went out in the cold to get this.”

“almost?!” you roll your eyes again, but the smile - that fucking smile, the one that's had matty wrapped around your finger since the day you met - doesn't leave your cold face. “i'm waking you up to come with me next time, for that. you almost feel bad. christ.”

“do it,” matty smirks. “i think i'd be much more agreeable if i woke up to your face, actually.”

he isn’t lying. ever since he had that dream about falling asleep spooning you last month, waking up to a bed without you in it has been dreadful. mornings like these where you're the first person he sees are lovely, of course, but matty thinks he won't truly be happy in the morning unless he wakes up to your face burrowed into his chest and his lips on your head.

judging by the way your eyes and smile both widen almost imperceptibly - he notices, though, of course he does - matty thinks you might actually want that too. and, frankly, he's glad he's sitting down: that realisation would've swiped the legs from under him, otherwise.

your snark back at him is also suggestive of your mutual (!!!) crush. “well, in that case… i might have to request two keys for your hotel rooms on the uk leg. are you agreeable to that?”

fuck me, matty thinks; whether that's an exclamation or a request, he isn't sure. both, probably. he takes a sip of his coffee, then clears his throat and prays his voice doesn't wobble and give him away. “quite.”

“well, we'll see how long that lasts,” you giggle, and matty wishes he could bottle the sound. “given that i've been thinking about taking up running in the new year, and i'll force you to come with me.”

matty snorts. “you won't.”

“too fucking right i will, matty. if i'm doing it, you - as my designated coffee run companion - are too.”

“no, i mean you won't take up running, darling.”

you frown. adorably. “why not?”

“it's just so not you,” matty giggles. “why'd you even want to do it?”

your upper lip snags as you shrug. “just feel like i'm not doing enough cardio at the minute.”

“right,” matty does his best to keep his voice and face neutral despite his stupid fucking horny brain firing off images of you and him doing a different sort of cardio. get it together, healy, you arsehole. “i don't think running's the way to go for you, though, babe.”

“probably,” you ponder. “maybe swimming, instead, then.”

great. now he's thinking about you in a swimsuit, hair soaked and slicked back, water dripping down your body as you exit the pool like a fucking bond girl and make your way over to him and-

christ, what is going on with him today? he needs a distraction. something. anything. aha. “wait a minute. are you drinking an iced coffee?”

“mhmm,” you take a long drink of said coffee, as nonchalantly as matty’s ever seen you.

“but… darling, it's december,” matty splutters. “you can't just have a normal latte?”

“nah. s'too hot.”

“eh?”

you shuffle round to face him, leaning on your arm. “you know how you aren't meant to put freezing hands under hot water to warm them up? it's too shocking to the skin or whatever?”

matty squints. “yeeeeees?”

“well, that. if your drink’s too hot and you're too cold, it's too shocking to your insides.”

“i've genuinely never heard anyone say that before.”

“s'pose i'm one of a kind, then,” you grin.

in a tone far too soft for the conversation, matty replies. “yeah, you are, darling.”

“you're too sweet,” you beam, putting down your coffee and holding a hand out to him.

matty takes it eagerly, eyes widening when his skin makes contact with yours. “and you're like actual ice! jesus, babe,” he reaches for the other hand, holding them both tightly in his own to warm them up. “thank god i'm here.”

you laugh loudly, collapsing into a full fit of the giggles when matty overexaggeratedly blows on your hands to make them even warmer; when the giggles fade into soft hums, you look at him with such tenderness that he almost has to look away. “m'gonna miss hanging out with you every day, you know.”

the words are like a flaming arrow to matty’s heart - the reminder you're going separate ways (albeit temporarily) is piercing, but the revelation of your affection towards him sets every nerve ending in his body alight with joy. “me too, darling. and i can't believe we're not getting on the same flight home today, either. m'gutted. you're the only person who doesn't stress me out on planes.”

you turn your intertwined hands over so you can gently rub the back of matty's with your thumb. “i know. but it just made sense for me not to fly into london - saves me getting an extra train back to my mum's, or driving. speaking of, when are you going up north?”

“christmas eve. driving back down to mine on the 27th.”

“i'm heading back to my flat that day, too,” you nod thoughtfully, then your face brightens. “d'you want to do a coffee run on the 28th, then? i'll get the train up to you. and i'll bring your christmas present.”

the relief that washes over matty's body upon confirming when he'll next see you is so strong it's almost embarrassing. he nods enthusiastically. “as long as you don't mean an actual run, then yeah.”

“thought we'd decided running wasn't for me?”

“oh, that's right. well, in that case,” matty grins. “see you on the 28th, then.”

“fab. and then… you're going to g's at new year, yeah?”

matty nods. “and you're NOT! traitor.”

“oh, shut up. i can't let the girls down, i haven't seen them in months,” you roll your eyes. “but i'll pop down for a bit after i've been out, definitely,” your face turns serious, and you look down at the tiled floor. “um, matty, can i ask you a question? you don't have to tell me, but… i want to ask. just to, like, make sure we're sort of on the same page.”

matty shuffles in his seat to look at you properly, a cocktail of curiosity and apprehension mixing itself in his stomach. “of course, darling. you ok?”

“yeah! i'm fine, i just,” you sigh, and tentatively meet his gaze. “i was wondering if you're taking anyone to the new year's party.”

oh.

you're asking him if he likes you. like, like likes you.

this is good. no, actually - this is great. possibly even… perfect. because, obviously, he does. he really, really does.

fuck.

matty opens his mouth to talk, but you continue babbling nervously. “i'm sorry if that was out of line, and you don't have to answer at all, like i said, i just wanted to make sure i wasn't misreading the situation but if i am then i'm so sorry and we can just forg-”

“no, no, it's alright, darling, really,” matty says, squeezing your hand. “no lines crossed, no pages jumped, no misreading. i'm not taking anyone to the party, no. just me and a bottle - well, three - of wine.”

you exhale, cheeks lifting into a relieved smile. “ok. good. thank you.”

“s'no problem, darling. and, just to clarify,” matty smiles in return. “are you bringing anybody with you?”

you shake your head. “just me. won't even have any wine. i'll have cigs, though.”

matty giggles, fighting the urge to kick his legs back and forth when you join in too. “well, looks like we'll just have to hang about with each other, then, yeah? can't have a drink and not smoke, no chance.”

you wink. his body feels like it's taking a screenshot. “see you there, then, healy.”

#mads muses #mads does writing #christmas75 #d word matty #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction #matty x reader

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savventeen · 8 months

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hmm savv what would u do with mutual pining and woozi? :3c

daisy,,, beloved,,,,,,,,,, how dare you make me think about mutual pining w/ woozi ( /hj ) (i am already pining for him and thinking abt MUTUAL pining is going to drive me actually insane methinks g o d sdkjflskjdf)

ok so. SO. after vibrating in my seat and fantasizing abt lying down in the middle of the floor for the rest of time as i think about this concept, i have come to the following conclusion: mixtapes. and i mean in the classic "hey i made you this mixtape" sense

reader and jihoon are both producers for the same label and don't really interact that much at first. in fact, they don't actually even meet for the first time until soonyoung invites them both to his birthday party and they start talking shop, bonding over teasing soonyoung, and then ending the night with a promise to grab lunch together sometime.

fast forward a couple of months and they are officially Friends. they've managed to start a tradition of getting lunch together once a week and bitching about various work bullshit, and they've also started to hang out together in group settings after realizing they have more mutual friends as well

reader is the first one to send jihoon a song. it's a few hours after their weekly vent session, jihoon having taken up most of the time complaining about shitty higher-ups giving ridiculous deadlines and stuck-up idol wannabes trying to tell him how to do his job without having a clue about what his job actually is, and he gets a message from reader that says "i feel like this fits ur current mood" with a link to a song. [cw the song linked has a somewhat startling gun sound] he clicks on the link, curious, and then bursts out laughing after a few confused moments of listening bc that was NOT what he was expecting, at all

and that's how it starts, really. a few days later, he sends reader a song with the caption "how much u wanna bet soonyoung would choreograph something to this just bc it has the word 'tiger' in the title" / "no bet he absolutely would" / "ur no fun :P" / "sorry can't hear you i'm sending it to soonyoung as we speak"

pretty soon they're sending songs back and forth almost daily "what are ur thoughts on this" / "?? i don't speak french" / "and?" / "...ok yeah this is p good" "is this kinda close to the vibe you're trying to get for that one group you're working with?" / "not quite. but that's ok bc IM Vibin with this one" "i need u to stop whatever ur doing and listen to this with the bassist bass you can get with w/ ur setup" / "ok??" ... "holy shit" / "RIGHT?"

fast forward another couple of months, and reader shows up to jihoon's studio with a can of coke zero and a flash drive. "what's this?" / "this, my dear woozi-ssi, is going to be the solution to our creative blocks" and then reader goes on to explain their idea: they both have tracks that they're stuck on (personal, professional, or otherwise), and so they're gonna 'sisterhood of the traveling pants this shit' ('i literally have no idea what you're talking about'). aka: reader put some files they're having trouble with on this flash drive, and jihoon's gonna add any notes/ideas he has and then give it back with some of his own trouble files on it. rinse and repeat

and not only does it work ("ohmygod i've been trying to figure out that bridge transition for DAYS THANK YOU") but it also becomes Their Thing. like, they're used to collaborating with other writers/producers/etc bc it comes with the job, but something about this silly little flash drive... feels Special. [*cough*it's because they're catching Feelings*cough*]

tHIS IS GETTING SO LONG FUCK OKAY other things i would include in this fic: - one noticing the other has been working on a lot more love songs lately (or maybe a lot more Sad (read: pining) love songs) - reader has a bad day at some point and they end up losing the flash drive and they have a breakdown over it (jihoon comforts them and also helps them find it we love emotional hurt/comfort in this household) - scenes where they're individually waxing poetic about the other to different friends and the friends are like "bro. ur in love with them" "uh, no? they just have a great work ethic and a great taste in music also their lyricism is just—" "you. are. in. love." "i admire them professionally!

AND THEN THE CONCLUSION!! one of them decides to bite the metaphorical bullet and confess their Feelings. this could be either of them, but i'm gonna go with jihoon bc i can. so of course he can't just say "hey i love you" like a normal person, he has to confess through music. so he goes out and buys a new flash drive (with a really cute cover bc he knows they'd like it) and puts two folders on there. the first folder is full of instrumental files and is titled "all the times i couldn't find the words". and the second folder is titled "and all the times i could" and it's all love songs he's written inspired by/for reader

he sneaks into their studio and leaves the flash drive on your desk while you're in a meeting, and then he Waits and waits and waits some more until it's time to go home and it's been total radio silence and his heart feels like it's been crushed. so he starts to head home in the rain (bc i am a cheesy bastard and love rainy confession scenes) but after a few minutes of walking he hears shouting behind him and he turns to see you sprinting at him while screaming his name and before he can get a word out you're clutching his shoulders, soaked to the bone and asking "do you mean it? the songs, did— do you really mean it?"

and all he can do is nod because his heart still hasn't quite found its way back to his chest yet, and then he can't nod anymore because you're kissing him. you're kissing him, and he drops the umbrella he was holding and you're both kissing in the rain bc you're both obnoxious helpless romantics and "y/n-ah, i mean it— i mean it. i love you"

"i love you too, you stupid romantic bastard oh my god"

"hey, you're the one who started kissing me in the rain"

and it ends like the cheesy romcom this turned into bc i couldn't help myself and i need to lie down in a puddle of feelings now k thx

[send me a person and a trope/au and i'll tell you what kind of plot i'd write for them]

#savv answers #savv writes #ask game #daisy 🍚#daisy im so emo and its all ur fault lskdjflksjflksj #I AM HAVING #TOTALLY NORMAL AND SANE FEELINGS RN #SO normal and sane #:''D #im mclosing it actually but its Fine

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monamourbladie · 8 months

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The Man of My Dreams - Blade x Reader (chapter 4)

Who said that the man of your dreams couldn’t be real? After having dreams of the same mystery man for 2 weeks straight, the reader sets off on a journey to find the mystery man known as “Blade” that had been occupying her mind every single night. After realizing that he might actually be a real person, and not just a man she made up, she will finally discover parts of her past that had been long forgotten and locked away. (Originally posted on AO3, which can be read here. Also posted on Wattpad, which is here.)

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warnings: slow burn, slight enemies to lovers themes, fluff, HEAVY angst throughout the entire story (not kidding.), soulmates, memory loss, mutual pining, eventual smut, pwp, renheng themes

"You have something on your mind - don't you, Blaide?" Kafka asked, leaning back in her seat as the Starskiff was being piloted remotely by Silver Wolf. Blade simply hummed in response, his eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest as he sat in his seat. "It's nothing," he replied simply. Kafka grinned, tilting her head to the side, "Doesn't seem like nothing. Are you anxious about the mission?" Blade shook his head no, letting out a light sigh. "It seriously is nothing, Kafka. It's just some dreams, that's all."

Kafka narrowed her eyes, wanting to learn more. "I didn't know you could still dream. You rarely speak of them." Blade looked up at her with an annoyed glance, "Of course I dream. What kind of comment is that?" he said with a snippy tone. Kafka let out a soft laugh, "I'm just trying to lighten the mood. Talk to me - I've missed you. What was in the dreams?" Blade scoffed, noticing his sword lying on the ground beside him. Kafka had managed to grab it from when he was arrested, keeping it safe until he could wield it once again. He picked it up and delicately dragged his fingers along the length of it. "It's of a woman."

This piqued Kafka's interest greatly. "It's always the same woman. She's in every dream of mine. It's almost as if we're connected in some way or another. We can hold conversations and remember previous ones, and pick up right where we left off as if she were real." Blade sighed when he saw his reflection in his sword. "I'm not used to such a sense of familiarity. It's beginning to feel... almost comforting, in a way," he added. "She visited me again last night. And for the first time, she told me her name. Y/n." Kafka could've sworn she saw Blade crack the faintest of a smile. "Aww... sweet little Bladie's got a crush," Kafka teased with a grin. Blade looked up and glared at her, "I do not have a crush on a woman from my dreams. Don't be ridiculous."

Kafka simply shrugged at him, her smile never leaving her lips. "I think it's sweet. You deserve some goodness when you sleep. I just assumed it was mostly memories and bad dreams." Blade scoffed, "It used to be. On the rare occasion I did not have a bad dream, there would always be someone there. I'm starting to think it might've been her there all along." Kafka let out a soft sigh, "That would certainly be interesting. Well, you said her name was Y/n, correct?" Blade nodded. "What does she look like? Perhaps I could speak with Elio, and find out more about this."

"I do not want the entire Hunters to know of my little dreamworld, Kafka. No," Blade said with a groan. Kafka crossed her arms, "Blade, you hardly get any genuine comfort these days. If this woman brings you the slightest bit of comfort, even if it's just while you sleep, I want to ensure you keep that. Just tell me about her. Who knows... maybe she's real?" she said to him. Blade rolled his eyes at the thought. A real woman that somehow was connected with his dreams? Yeah, right. "Sure. Let's say I humor this and she is real. Then what? I have to live with knowing she's out there somewhere and I have no idea where?" Kafka nodded, "Somewhat. Elio can help us locate her, certainly. So..." Kafka brought out her phone to write it down, "Speak up."

Blade grumbled, shaking his head as he laid the sword down beside him. "Fine." Blade began to describe Y/n. What she looked like, her hair, her eyes... even parts of her voice. Kafka couldn't help but smile seeing how much he remembered, and how gentle his voice sounded compared to normal. She wrote it all down and reminded herself to text Elio about this later. "I will speak to Elio about it once our job on the Luofu is finished, alright?" she said to Blade. He nodded, "As far as I'm concerned, it's not needed to be brought up to Elio. But fine." Blade crossed his arms, "Speaking of the mission... where do I fit into this?"

The Starskiff docked, and Kafka and Blade began to exit it, grabbing their few belongings. "Elio has foreseen it all. It won't fail. Just follow my lead. For now... I have to be captured by the Divination Commission. Tonight, you will know the signal. Once you see it, you will come to the center, and rescue me. That is where the next phase of our mission begins. I just need to ensure that Stelle understands what we're doing here." Blade looked at Kafka with an irritated glance, "You can't possibly be still hung up on that... creation of yours," he replied. Kafka felt almost offended as she looked back at Blade, "That 'creation' is more important than you understand. It is vital that everything goes absolutely according to his will." Blade raised his hands in defense. "Fine. I just hope this will go by smoothly."

"It will..." Kafka replied, looking back at him with a smile. "Have faith."

The Trailblazers and Tingyun had met up again outside the Palace of Astrum and began discussing their move to locate Kafka. Tingyun had mentioned using a little creature called a Diting, which would help the group locate Kafka using her scent. The five set off throughout the Luofu, following the Diting as it worked its magic.

Y/n remained silent during most of the journey, which March immediately noticed. "Hey... are you sure everything's okay with you, Y/n?" March asked with a frown. She rest her hand on her shoulder as they walked. Y/n glanced back at March and nodded with a soft smile, "Yeah. Just... thinking. I spoke with the General for a little bit after he assigned us the mission. I told him about my dreams." March was intrigued and listened to her, nodding for her to continue, "Do you mind if I know what's in them? You barely went into details with Dan."

Y/n bit her lip, "Well, it's kind of embarrassing. But I have confirmation from the General that the Blade in my dreams is the one we're also looking for. Perfect, isn't it?" she scoffed. "Anyways, he and I have been in each other's dreams for a few weeks now. First I never saw his face. Then, only recently I saw him fully. And last night he told me his name. We've never been able to share anything personal with each other before. I guess maybe our 'bond' is strengthening or something, but that's what's been happening." March hummed in response. She was definitely surprised to hear about this, it was something extremely unique. "Well... I think It's kind of cool! Minus the whole being telepathically connected with a villain part, that sounds awesome! I wonder why you two are connected," she wondered. Y/n shrugged, "Hell if I knew. I wish I knew, anyway..."

And damn him for being hot, she thought to herself.

"Hang on guys!" Tingyun spoke aloud at the front of the group. March and Y/n stopped talking and walked up closer to her, Welt, and Stelle. "The scent just... disappeared?" Welt frowned, kneeling down to the little Diting. "Did it break down?" he wondered. Tingyun shook her head, "No, he's still working just fine. But the scent just disappeared. Where did it go?" she muttered, looking around.

"When the trace of the hunted disappears, the hunter better think twice," a gravely female voice said aloud. The group turned around and saw a woman with purple hair lavishly dressed standing above them, with a haunting smirk across her lips. "It might just mean the tables have turned." Two Cloud-Knights stood beside her, holding their staffs firm. "Kafka!" March growled, glaring up at her. "These Cloud-Knights aren't Mara-Struck. What did you do to them?" Tingyun snapped, glaring at the woman. Kafka let out a soft chuckle, "Just a little persuasion to get them to listen to me. But you know all about that, don't you, Stelle?"

The group turned to look at Stelle, who just stood there in surprise. After a beat of silence, Kafka spoke up again, "This place is too far for the Diviner. I'll see you all up ahead." She turned away, the Knights following her as she waved to them goodbye.

"No! After her!" Y/n yelled, and the group immediately began to chase after Kafka.

They ran for what felt like ages until finally they were met with the sneaky woman again. "Welcome, Astral Expressers. Looks like you caught me." Y/n glared up at her, "This was all a part of your plan, wasn't it?" she said to her. Kafka simply smiled at them.

"Admit it, Kafka. You planned for us to come here," Welt said, crossing his arms. She shook her head no, "I hadn't planned a single thing. It was simply the future. We interfere with countless possibilities, and this was simply the chosen path. You all speak too highly of us. The Stellaron Hunters are merely destiny's slaves."

"No matter," Welt began. "We're taking you to the General of the Luofu. You can profess your innocence there, but the General will decide your fate." Kafka laughed, her hand on her hip, "That's cute, but no. I can't stand moving at someone else's pace. We don't have much time now. If I were you? I'd make a move before it's too late." Kafka pulled out two guns, ready to use them. Immediately, everyone else pulled out their weapons, ready to fight her.

Before they could, a bright flash broke out above them. A woman dressed lavishly in pink descended upon them, standing between the group and the criminal. She looked at the woman with a frustrated gaze, "I am Fu Xuan of the Divination Commission. I'll be taking this criminal from here." March began to speak, but Welt raised his hand, "We've received an assignment from General Jing Yuan to arrest the Stellaron Hunter. Thank you, diviner, for coming to our aid; but we must escort the criminal." Fu Xuan crossed her arms, "This is unnecessary. I hold a proclamation from the General as well. Upon detaining the Stellaron Hunter, questioning and all further arrangements are to be done by the Divination Commission."

March giggled, "Did the General just spare us a walk with Kafka? I knew he was a good guy!" Welt let out a faint sigh, "I understand. However, he promised us that we would receive intel upon her capture. We have a right to know what Kafka reveals to you." Fu Xuan grumbled to herself and sighed. "Fine. You will accompany us to the Divination Commission. The time has come and we must leave immediately. Follow me." Fu Xuan waves her hands, and unbreakable cuffs materialize around Kafka's wrists. The group begins to depart and follow the Diviner.

Y/n begins to follow them when she feels a breeze brush against her skin. She looks around, confused as to where it came from since there was hardly any wind a moment ago. From far across the buildings, she saw a figure.

The figure's stature was that of a man, who wielded a long sword in his hand. He had long hair that flowed with the wind, and he seemed to be just standing there viewing what had just transpired. Y/n furrowed her brows as she looked at him, trying to figure out who he was. In the back of her mind, she felt a nagging feeling that she knew this man...

"Oh look! A pretty flower! Where'd this come from?" March commented, making Y/n lose her focus on the strange figure. She turned and saw March holding a spider lily. She felt her breath hitch when she saw the flower, and immediately turned back around to see the figure again. But, to her dismay, he was gone.

Was that Blade...?

#honkai star rail #hsr #blade #blade x reader #blade hsr #blade x reader hsr #yingxing #yingxing x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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tobthoughts · 2 months

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hurt

monday, march 4th, 01:17am

listening to: not a lot, just forever - adrianne lenker

since i started writing it, my blog has always been a safe place for me. my little escape from reality, shared only with those i really, really trust. not anymore. in fact i feel so uncomfortable posting that i might stop writing altogether.

one of my irls went out of their way to find my blog. this is an irl who i am not close with, in fact it’s someone who i actively dislike and rarely interact with unless i absolutely have to. i’ve had them blocked on all other social media for a long time, since before christmas i think. i think she’s a bad person. she loves drama and will do anything to cause it, despite claiming that she finds drama petty and a waste of time. she causes problems for herself then complains about it to anyone who bothers listening. she fucks people over with no regard for how it will make them feel. she lies consistently and repeatedly to anyone and everyone, but criticises other people who get caught lying. sure, she’s been through some shit, but haven’t we all? it’s not an excuse to treat people the way she does. i also know for a fact that she’s shown her girlfriend, who i ALSO don’t like, and tried to show some of my other irls (maybe just one, but it doesn’t matter how many, i don’t want them to see it.) for the purposes of this post i will be calling the two of them d&d. d (17) is the one who found my blog. d (girlfriend) is the other one, but this isn’t really about her, so it’s whatever.

i’m assuming that she, despite me having her blocked on tiktok, has stalked my tiktok and gone through the effort of finding my blog that way. i made a post where i scrolled through my blog posts and you could see the reflection in my glasses. i’m assuming if you pause it at the right time you can see the name of my blog, which i’ve since changed after finding out that she found it. this could be wrong, but it’s the only way i can think that she would find it; it doesn’t share a handle with any of my other social media. she told me, at our mutual friend, j’s birthday, that she stumbled across it by accident, and had since blocked it. i know now that this was a lie. it was uncomfortable when she brought it up, and i even said “oh, so you’ve stalked my tiktok then?”. she is not someone who i want to have read my blog, i don’t even like her, let alone trust her with the content i write about. we kind of awkwardly moved on from it, but it still really bothered me. but it gets worse!

she (or her girlfriend?) invited a group of us (me, charlie, j, a, m, and b) over to the girlfriend’s place. fine, cool. i didn’t particularly want to go, and it took some convincing, but i went. it was awkward (shock). the two of them, her and her girlfriend, love doing this thing where they fuck up their relationships then pretend like everything is fine when you see them in person. they won’t apologise for acting shitty, oh no, you’re just supposed to go along with it like everything is fine and dandy and back to the way it was before they fucked you off. i left early because i hadn’t eaten dinner, and some of my friends, charlie, j and a came back with me to j’s flat (where i left my chicken nuggets. oops.) i cooked and we had a discussion about d&d. we told j that he shouldn’t have invited them to his birthday, and he said he misses the way they were before. for context, j used to be pretty close with d (girlfriend) and in turn d (17) before they fucked him over. they were gonna house together next year, but d (girlfriend) decided that she would rather just live with her girlfriend than him, effectively leaving him homeless at a time where most of the student accommodation has already been filled. we all basically told him that it’s never gonna go back to the way it was and that they’re assholes. anyway, when i’d eaten i decided i didn’t wanna go back to d&d’s, so i just went home. j later told me that this is when d(17) tried to show him my blog. he says he left before she could, but the thought of that is so uncomfortable and makes me so genuinely angry for a multitude of reasons.

firstly, when we talked she told me she blocked the account. and we talked BEFORE the get together with everyone. if this was true then she wouldn’t have been able to show j, OR she screenshotted/saved my posts (which feels excessive, but i wouldn’t put it past her). secondly, she told j that she’d told me, but claimed it was earlier than she actually did, and told him “proudly” (not my words) that she’d found it on purpose. she told me it was an accident, and she told me very recently. i confronted her after finding out that she tried to show j my posts, and she continued to lie to me:

and she’s right. there IS no point in her lying about it. except to cause people hurt, which is all she fucking does. she hurts people, over and over again. she portrays herself as this damaged individual who’s trying really hard to be a better person, but in my experience all she knows is how to manipulate people, lie to people, and cause them pain. i took her side when she went through her ‘big abusive breakup’. i genuinely believed the things she was saying. and to a degree i still do, but i no longer think she’s innocent. she’s vicious, and cruel.

and you know what, i hope she reads this, and i hope she reflects. because how the fuck would you feel if someone shared your personal shit with people who you didn’t want to know?

i gave her chances and tried to be civil, but no more.

no more.

#blog #diaryposting #personal diary #online diary #tumblr diary #tw vent #bpd #bpd vent #vent post

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Gorillas and the Barely Touched Transference of Credits

Finally went over to the student login page to see what on my transcript counted towards GEs. Shockingly or not, only 4 classes out of my whole degree were transferable towards the GE’s.

On one hand I’m not too shocked, and on the other I sort of am. Looking over it again, I’m going to have to ask an advisor about at least one or two of them, any class I can get knocked off will be immensely helpful. What I really am bummed about is my Geometry class not transfering but...For the best really. I’m practicing maths right now so that will take care of that.

I’ll need to schedule that math-English-grammar assessment test thing soon, I took a practice test just to gauge where I’m at right now and I scored 80% so, not bad! Just gotta keep periodically doing it and re-taking it.

AND I got a 100% on my quiz and unit test for math today earlier this morning. Overall the day’s been pretty all right! I just feel overwhelmed at how much is happening so fast and needing to go from 0 to 100 with all these paper signings and preparings and what have you.

Dad asked me again today if I’m sure I don’t want to just put the money I’m spending towards my mental health assessment into college again, but I stood firm on that. I’m still really nervous that I’m going to be brushed off and told I’m as normal as they come. Cuz then it really WILL feel like a waste, but, talking with some mutuals really helps me a lot. They’re able to tell me what they know/offer advice and reassure that I’m not just faking all this for attention. It’s such a hard thing to grasp and now I understand why people struggle so much with it. This is all new territory for me so... yeah. It’s just wild.

FAFSA is kind of a bust this year because I worked two years ago but I expected that unfortunately, and no word on the scholarships yet. Money really frightens me right now but I’m absolutely against loans at the moment. I have enough to swing it but it’s going to hurt. Still, you put in a fair chunk of money going to school in hopes you’ll be able to make it all back and more later on.

I’m really nervous about all the studying that lies ahead. After counting everything I’ll be in CC for at least 2 years just plowing through GE’s, which will be nothing but busy work for me. That much I’m certain of. So...the next two years at minimum are decided for me, generally speaking. I don’t know, I still somehow feel like...a sense of dread about it. Like I’m wasting my time, but I’m absolutely -not!-. Mostly a big fear I have is by the time I get out of school and get into work, the pets are going to start keeling over just like when I graduated college and got my first job. I only got to enjoy a few months of that before everyone started like...dying to disease around here. Tato’s going to be 6 years old this February and I’m glad he’s doing well! Him and Riley are both being taken care of so much more carefully and more prompt..ly.. than the other two were. Not that we didn’t care, but we didn’t know! First time long-time cat owners and all. Now we’ve learned. I hope they’re both around for a long long time and get to see the days when I have a good job and everything is going well!

So there’s that.. Every day that goes by too I’m able to hide less and less in my video games and that’s really scary for me as well. Things are starting to ‘lose their color’ if you would, I’m just...bored. And I don’t want to be bored, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve talked about this kind of thing before. And like I’ve told myself, this is the low point right now, the preparation, the quiet. Once all this is set up and I actually start, things will be on the up again. They always are. I hope me and my friends are all in better places and still alive by that point in time certainly!

In some other minor, brighter news, I just have my new motherboard to recieve in the mail before I can start putting in the new parts into my computer! I’ve been needing to beef this thing up, it’s 7 years old now. And if I’m diving into computers, yeah, that was a necessary and good decision. Need to stop by Best Buy tomorrow. I should probably get a webcam.

So...just gotta wait for Wednesday mental assessment now! And see how I feel after that. I really really want to open commissions and right now I’m expecting to after that’s all taken care of! If I need more time to recover though of course. I’m going to give myself that time. Learning to give myself time away from things and forcing myself to preoccupy my time and attention with more important and usually often IRL things has been a learning experience. I can’t say I’m crazy about it, but... You gotta do what you gotta do.

Anyway! A little status report...a long status report. But, today things are OK. Thank god.

#math and gorillas

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simbelene · 2 years

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I Have Been Betrayed....

I dug too deep you guys.....I wasn' t supposed to know all this!

Ma'am, I'm just here to write my fanfic okay? (which I still need to work on. I have to somehow make Loki and Doctor Strange like each other.) I shouldn't know all this, but I do. And now you have to too!

As most of you already know, I'm pretty vocal when it comes to people acting like assholes online. I've already been dubbed the vigilante of simstagram.

"And with great power, comes great responsibility" - Uncle Ben

In doing that, I find like minded people (or they find me). On more than one occasion I've had people ask me if I could dig into[insert creator here]. Sometimes I find stuff, sometimes I don't. But this here found me!

Before we even get into the tea, let me say this (and I cannot stress it enough): I DO NOT HAVE A LIST! Don't even ask cause I'mma tell you right now, I ain't got it! All I have are these screenshots that were presented to me and the power of deduction!

So word on the street is Cowbuild, amongst other creators, have a "tracking list" where they "track" their Patreon subscribers in fear that they'll "leak" their content.

Well....I have a little birdie and this birdie sent me a series of screenshots. We'll start with these:

This is a conversation between birdie and Cowbuild. Now, Cowbuild swears up and down that there's no list. Well I also have the discord dms and they're tellin me a different story:

I'm sorry, were you saying something?

"I will check and compare with my list so we can improve it and get ahead of these leakers" - Cowbuild. 2021

Here we go lying again! There will links to full receipts at the end of this post.

In the chat they mention a name "Snail Kitten" and to make note of them on their sheet. I'm assuming it's the coveted "leaker list". Cowbuild acknowledged it by saying "I can note it myself". Now, while I don't have the list, I have a name: Snail Kitten. Quick search on Google and....

Well, well, well look what we have here! Snail Kitten is a patron of Cowbuild! Only subscribers can comment on posts. Snail Kitten seems to be an active subscriber too! Snail Kitten seems to vbe a loyal Patron of a few creators. I bet you all they wanted to do was have some nice CC in their game. They did not ask for their information to be exploited on discord!

There's no other mention of them outside of Patreon. Except for mimotos posts. There's no other mention of them outside of that.

I have no way of contacting Snail Kitten, so if someone could send this their way, that would be much appreciated! They have the right to know their information is being shared in the discord!

Which shocked the hell outta me if I'm being honest! I expect this type of behavior from the likes of Cowbuild and HMB, and maybe even leosims but Bergdorf?! GIIRRRRRLLLLL!!!!!!

Now here's where the betrayal comes in.

You who else's name is mentioned? Bergdorf! B E R G D O R F !

I used her bags in one my posts! We connected over our mutual dislike of Deborah Hauzz! And then I find out you're just as bad? If not worse?! Like, Hauzz is a scam artist and bully sure, but as far as I know, she ain't out here sharing her customers information in a private discord. That's a literal invasion of privacy!

I feel so betrayed Bergdorf!😔

I've known about this for awhile. It's been hard keeping my mouth shut, but I did it! I knew all of this before I reblogged this post that was talking smack about Bergdorf. She then crawled in my DMs and I figured this would be a good time to catch her in a lie (and I did!)

You say there's no way, then how come Cowbuild is just out here enlightening people the ways of the criminals? Think about it now. How could Cowbuild know the exact subscriber that "leaked her kitchen set". Also, how would she know that specific set? It's starting to look shady in here.

I can't make this stuff up people! I have a fanfic for that. There really is a group of y'all out here "comparing notes" of your subscribers, your paying customers, in case of the event that one of them "leaks" "your" content. And yes, "your" content because everyone's name that's been mentioned so far is a re-colorist at best. They buy their meshes and have the AUDACITY to be this uptight over it!

Every other creator doesn't have to go through all of this. Why? probably because they're not out here being shady. They're not making email list of "leakers". They're not gaslighting their followers. They're not converting without credit. They leave credit where credit is due. And they're not that pressed over their Patrons.

Think about it now.

Why do you think some creators require their Patrons to beg them for cc links? Yes, they beg. They beg in the comments section. "cAn I hAvE tHe LiNk?". Almost every comment on a post on Cowbuild's patreon is asking for a link. Sweetheart, you shouldn't have to BEG the creator for a link you PAID FOR! (read it again for those to don't understand) Cowbuild's stans love to call people "poor" and look down on others, and yet they're the ones in the comments begging for a link. Both hands out!

Of the two of us, who's actually the beggar? Cause it ain't me I'll tell you that!

This looks like the comments section of a YouTube video. The only difference is that these people actually paid for access to the link (and still have to ask🙄)

I think I've figured out how they're tracking their patrons: Sending individual links to specific people. Do you ever wonder why some Patreon creators say "I'll DM/E-Mail you the link"? It sounds little shady does it not? Especially when literally every other creator doesn't have to do that. If you've ever downloaded something from Patreon, you know that you can download content straight from the Patreon post. So why do all this under the table sharing? You paid to have access to the content and yet you still have to ask for it? That doesn't seem weird to you?

These people so paranoid that one of you is gonna re-upload their stuff somewhere (which happens anyway btw). So they put tracking numbers in the files to keep tabs on their subscribers. Allow me to remind you: THEY DO NOT MAKE IS CONTENT THEMSELVES. THEY BUY THEIR MESHES! I can't imagine fighting this hard for content I didn't even create. This isn't normal. REgular peopel don't do stuff like this!

A word to the community: This type of behavior will continue to happen as long as you continue to tolerate it. It's time to stop tolerating, and demand accountability! It's not enough to have have "drama of the week" and then then let them continue on about their day.

I mean......you know what you're doing is wrong. All of this is premeditated crimes. That's why you have this whole secret discord. That's why everyone mentioned in the chat is gonna be "hush hush" about it. You can ask them about it all you want, they're gonna deny everything I can tell you that right now! These are some pathological liars who love to manipulate. Of course they're not gonna admit to sharing the information of their followers with their consent!

And I have to laugh because guess what? You went through all of that shit, and we got your content anyway. You’re over here losing sleep for what? Tracking or not, we're gonna get your shit! So why bother sharing people's data? It's pointless.

It's time to take some action! Believe it or not, there are things you can do about it!

For starters, you can unsubscribe/unfollow these people. That's gonna be the most effective and practical thing you can do. (I'm 110% with you because let's be honest, patreon don't so shit!) If you're subbed to one or more of these accounts and feel uncomfortable about them sharing your personal information, you can send an email to [email protected]. Or report them them to Patreon (hell, do both!). Just by going from those screenshots, it seems like if you're a sub, your name might be on the list. This is no longer a "omg you copied" issue, this is security/privacy issue!

Your personal information is at risk!

TL;DR: Cowbuild, Bergdorf, and HerMajestyBuilds are allegedly sharing the names and emails of their Patrons. I have one Patron subscriber who's information has been shared and it's Snail Kitten (If you know how to get in contact with them, please do! they need to know!) I've already unsubcribed and blocked these people. You should do the same! Not amount of CC is worth your safety!

P.S: Here's a link to the full receipts

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heliuwm · 3 years

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#i want to be good #i want to be a good person #but i keep messing up #i feel so bad for lying to my d&d mutuals so i can get out of the match #but rn every sound overwhelms me #i dont want to tell them that they dont know me they wouldnt understand #i hate lying to them but i cant handle noise #this day was absolutely shitty #living with my parents just drains the energy i have left out of me #trust me i REALLY want to heal!!! i dont want to surpress this over and over #to this day i havent accepted that im mentally ill #i know it sounds crazy bcs i have a literal trauma blog on here #i mean technically i know im traumatized #but mentally ill? nah #traumatized? nah #actually multiple bcs i was traumatized THAT bad? nah #THIS IS ANOTHER THING #I CANT ACCEPT MY DID DIAGNOSIS #IM IN FOOKIN DENIAL 24/7 #they probably HATE me (its always a deadass silence when im in denial mode)#i cant do anything right #i even let down my system lol #im such a hopeless piece of shit #i cut my hair even tho they articulated they dont want me to do that :)#HEY ENDOS ITS NOT FUCKING FUN SHARING ONE (1) BODY WITH VERY DIFFERNT PERSONS #DECISION MAKING ABOUT THE BODYS APPEARENCE IS A PAIN IN THE ASS<#on top of all that were probably giving away my dog which i love but i cant handle her alone bcs of her anxiety and my noise sensitivty :)#but i love her so so much #im a bad person #i dont deserver ANYTHING

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rainguk · 3 years

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perfect pitch | ksj

⁕ summary; your stand partner this year is, to put it simply, insufferable. with a rare sense of perfect pitch and a stunning face to boot, this boy's ego is absolutely off the charts... but you'd be lying if you said you didn't care about him anyway.

⁕ pairing; seokjin x reader

⁕ rating; pg-13

⁕ words; 3.9k

⁕ genre; crack, fluff - stand partners idiots to lovers (with a lil bit of enemies in there), high school au, orchestra au

⁕ warnings; swearing, threats but like nothing violent happens LOL, seokjin's sense of humor: there's like one mildly inappropriate joke (i'm sorry bach), super cliche rain scene i apologize

⁕ notes; this is based off of infuriatingly true events in my life because people with perfect pitch just LOVE flexing it like i'll drop my fork on the table and my friend's just like "oh wow that was a B flat" aaaaggghjsdjsdf anyways... i had a lot of fun writing this and i'm nearing the end of another longer fic i'm writing so please look forward to that :D hope you enjoy!!! + if you ever want me to tag you in my fics just let me know and i will <3 plus this is unedited and disgustingly cringy as it nears the end so read at your own risk

⁕ tags; @imdamconfused @sunghoonight-x @iminchaosnow

⁕ song; butter (bts)

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You’re teetering dangerously on the edge, a mere few seconds away from stabbing your stand partner in the eye with whatever you can use as a weapon.

“Hey, are you okay?” Seokjin cuts into your murderous thoughts, alarmed. “You look… truth be told, Y/N, you look like you want to kill someone.”

“If you don’t shut up about how flat my A is, that someone might just end up being you.”

“How romantic.”

Your bow slides off your violin with a cadence of squeaky notes. “Can you at least stop flirting with me while I’m trying to tune this thing?!”

He smiles, a bright, brilliant thing that shows off all his perfect teeth. You swallow, heart suddenly racing a thousand times faster; it’s no secret that Kim Seokjin is probably the biggest pain in the neck you’ve ever met, but it’s also true that he is insanely good-looking. And you’re not about to deny it.

“You like it, though.”

Well, shit.

“Not everyone’s head over heels in love with you,” you retort, trying desperately to throw him off your trail. You know what happens with popular kids like him; once it’s known that you have a soft spot for them, everyone pounces on you, bombarding you with questions and snide remarks and rumors.

Of course, it’s complicated — because how on earth could you want to rip off someone’s head and kiss them at the same time?

But you tell yourself that it’s only because he looks like that; not because he easily gets you to laugh like it’s nobody’s business, and certainly not because he looks out for you in the littlest ways; leaving his rosin out on the stand for you to use and lending you a pencil when you need one.

Kim Seokjin is an insufferable little shit, yes. But he’s a friendly insufferable little shit. And you would honestly be so down to hang out with him and get to know him better, save for one little thing that’s been getting in your way.

His perfect fucking pitch.

Being stand partners with someone naturally gifted with such a sense is both a blessing and a curse. Countless times, Seokjin has saved your ass from being questioned by Mrs. Choi by letting you know silently that you’re a little too sharp, or playing in the wrong key entirely. (That last one has happened before.) Sometimes you can’t hear Namjoon, the principal violinist, too well from where you’re seated, so you’ve relied on Seokjin on many occasions to tune your strings correctly.

However, it irks you equally as much when he uses it against you, stopping you mid-piece to let you know that your C# sounds more like a D to him. No one’s perfect, and certainly not you — but you try, and to be shot down every single time by someone who thinks it’s absolutely funny to watch you repeatedly attempt to fix your pitch issues is purely exhausting.

“Hey, Y/N—”

“What?” you demand, sighing as you turn to him.

“Wanna hear a joke?”

“No—”

“Why did Bach have twenty children?”

Your eyes widen in horror. “Oh my god—”

He continues anyway, ignoring your plea with that mischievous grin, “Because he had no organ stops!”

Seokjin is trying his best not to laugh at his own joke, shoulders shaking at the punch line. You can’t help it yourself, a giggle bursting out of your own chest as you cover your mouth.

“That was horrendous,” you tell him once you catch your breath again. “Absolutely terrible.”

“Oh, worry not,” he proclaims, smiling widely, “I can do far better.”

“Wait, no—”

“What tone does a piano falling down a mineshaft make?”

You furrow your brows, thinking. “I don’t know,” you shake your head after a few seconds. “What is it?”

“A flat minor.”

Your jaw drops open as you process it, and Seokjin just watches you in amusement. “You should be banned from making these kinds of jokes,” you tell him. “Seriously.”

“Admit it, I’m hilarious,” he counters. “I made you laugh, didn’t I?”

He did, you’ve got to acknowledge. He always does, in some way, now that you think about it. Whenever you end up coming to rehearsal in a bad mood, it’s always because of Seokjin that you leave the auditorium with a smile on your face.

The realization startles you like nothing else — you hadn’t known before that he played such a role in your daily life.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” he starts again, “We have a concert tonight.”

“Yeah…” You turn to him, eyebrow raised. “You forgot about the biggest performance of the year?”

Seokjin nods, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. “Yeah. My bad. You’re coming, right?”

“Duh,” you reply, fishing a block of rosin out of your case. “It’s almost half of my grade; no way I can skip. Besides, I like performing.”

“You do?”

“What are you so surprised for?” you ask him playfully. “I do enjoy it. I might not be good — not as good as you — but I like it. I like playing together with everyone, being able to hear every other part fit in with mine perfectly.” You frown. “Now if you asked me to play solo, I wouldn’t do it for anything in the world. Ensemble performances are far better.”

“You’re good,” Seokjin says quietly, looking at you — it’s like he’s taking you in, letting his eyes linger on you for a little while longer. “Don’t think that you’re not. You sound nice, Y/N.”

You hold his gaze for several breathless seconds before scoffing, turning away. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not!”

“I don’t need empty compliments fr—”

Your bickering is cut short by Mrs. Choi walking onstage, a stack of sheet music in her hand which is promptly handed to Namjoon for him to distribute to the entire orchestra. You don’t offer your usual smile when he gives you two, and it’s with an impassive expression that you hand the extra to your stand partner.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Maybe you’ve made it more awkward between you two — but what else could have happened? Had you been hoping he’d magically fall in love with you and kiss you and you would have gone on dates?

No, of course not. This is Kim Seokjin you’re talking about; and besides, no matter how much you manage to soften up to him one moment, he’ll immediately make you want to murder him the next.

“Hey, Y/N… um — your D is just, you know, a little bit sharp—”

“Kim Seokjin, I’ll fucking kill you!”

“You, my dear, are just overcomplicating this for yourself,” Taehyung declares after listening to you rant about your problematic stand partner over lunch. “What’s the issue? You like him — don’t you shake your head at me, Y/N, you’re as obvious as an open book — and he clearly likes you. Why don’t you just date him?”

“It’s not that simple,” you grumble, brutally stabbing another piece of chicken. “I can’t just walk up to him and ask him out, Tae. Plus, he doesn’t like me, he just likes flirting with everyone he lays his eyes on.”

“From what you’re telling me, it sure does sound like it.”

“Taehyung…”

“Come on, you can’t possibly be that clueless, Y/N.”

“No,” you insist. “He’s a pain in the ass, and he enjoys getting a rise out of me, and he flexes that dumb pitch power of his whenever he can.”

“But you like him...”

“You’re not helping!”

This is where Jimin decides to intervene, tired of your back and forth arguing. “She has a point, Tae. But,” he says to you. “He’s also right. You need to take some kind of action.”

“Yeah, but what?”

Taehyung claps his hands, a telltale sign of a new idea. “Flirt back!”

“Okay, absolutely not—”

Jimin grabs you suddenly, shaking your shoulders. “Wait, think about it!” he exclaims, eyes wide. “It can work! That way you can see if he actually does like you, and you won’t publicly embarrass yourself by confessing to him, either!”

“On second thought, I’d have preferred to see the public embarrassment—”

“Shut up, Tae, you’re just making her feel worse!”

That makes you laugh; contrary to Jimin’s statement, your best friends certainly have succeeded in making you feel just a little bit better.

“Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual,” you tease. “Maybe I owe him a dose, actually, because I’ve seen firsthand a particularly painful confession back in n—”

“Y/N! Don’t you dare bring that up!”

Amidst the chaos of Taehyung screeching while trying to attack you with a spoon and Jimin holding him back, someone taps on your shoulder lightly; a momentary distraction from this madness, if you will.

“Oh. You,” you respond when greeted with the gently smiling face of Kim Seokjin. “Did you need anything?”

“Nah,” he shrugs, instead showing you his closed fist. “Wanted to give you something.”

“If it’s another one of my strings that you’ve borrowed and also broken, then you can keep it, thanks.”

Seokjin shakes his head, chuckling. “Not that, Y/N. I always throw out the strings I break; don’t worry. I just thought you should have this.”

With that, he places a small wooden box on your lunch bag — at a closer look, you realize it’s a block of rosin. Brand new, too, by the looks of it — when you take off the bright blue lid, there are no scratches on the surface, no sign of wear and tear.

“For me?” You look at him, surprised to be met with a rather fond gaze you’re not used to. “Why?”

“Noticed the one you had was basically falling apart,” he says nonchalantly, attempting to mask the slight tremble in his voice and the blush on his cheeks. “I mean, come on — how are you gonna keep your bow in good shape with those tiny chunks of this stuff?”

“Oh,” is all you can reply, staring at the gleaming black cube in your hand. “I — thanks, I guess.”

“No problem.” He’s back to his bright, grinning self again, all self-confidence and smug smiles. “See you tomorrow,” he tells you, before waving to your friends. “Have a nice lunch, guys.”

It takes Jimin and Taehyung precisely fourteen seconds after Seokjin leaves for his own table to lose their shit.

“Was he looking out for you?”

“Did he actually just give you a new block of rosin?!”

“And you still don’t wanna date this guy?”

“You guys are violinists! Gifting each other supplies is basically your love language!”

You fidget with the rosin, smoothing your thumb over the lid. “No, that’s just how he is,” you defend. “He always lends me rosin when I need it.”

“And you always lend him extra strings,” Taehyung says, a teasing smile on his face. They’re kind of right, you realize when you think about it. Never has Seokjin actually given you a block to keep, and though you might be overestimating the significance of the gesture, it makes your heart flutter nonetheless.

“Okay, anyways,” Jimin changes the topic, “How are we feeling about tonight’s concert?”

“I think we’re in good shape,” you tell him. “We’ve got everything under control — Mrs. Choi was afraid the cellos would screw up their solo section, but they managed to pull it together today and they sounded great.”

“I’m afraid I can’t say the same,” Taehyung sighs. “Not when the tenors keep screwing up their long note—”

“That wasn’t me! That was Jeon Jungkook!”

“Yeah, sure—”

You groan, rolling your eyes. “Come on, we are not arguing about this right now. I’m sure you guys will sound fine, you always do. Plus, Jeon has a really sweet voice.”

“I guess so,” Taehyung shrugs. “But I think the highlight of tonight is going to be Y/N getting to see her guy all dressed up,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No!” You exclaim a little too quickly, cheeks red. “Why would you say something like that?!”

“Because you’re whipped for him—”

“I am most certainly not—”

Jimin laughs out loud, almost toppling off of his chair. “You know, Y/N, we might have believed you if you weren’t redder than a fucking tomato right now—”

“PARK JIMIN! NOT YOU TOO!”

As luck would have it, you’re a solid ten minutes late.

Call time was at six o’clock, and here you are; slamming the car door shut as you wave a hasty goodbye to your father and run to the main entrance, all the while trying not to get drenched in the rain.

(Your folder and the music inside it are probably already soaked, but that’s an issue for another time.)

You hurry down the stairs, pushing the double doors open with a quick apology to Mrs. Choi, who gives you a stern look but says nothing else. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding as you slide into your seat, already unlatching your case.

“You’re late.”

You twist your neck to give your stand partner a blank stare. “I’m aware.”

“You look really nice,” he blurts out next, blinking faster than usual.

“Thanks?” You try and laugh it off, fastening your shoulder rest to the back of your violin. You’re not wearing anything fancy, just a flowy black dress with your hair tied back, but his remark renders you speechless for a split second “So do you.”

You manage to compliment him nonchalantly, but your heart is beating twice as fast, eyes admiring his parted, fluffy hair, the white dress shirt impeccable on his figure. And his lips…

Shit. You really are down bad, but you don’t have time to dwell on it — Mrs. Choi is starting the last piece already, and you’re scrambling to have your instrument ready by the time the first violins start with their little intro.

Seokjin laughs at you quietly, but inhales sharply when you start to rosin your bow hair. “You kept it,” he says softly, nodding at the block in your hands.

“Yeah,” you swallow, suddenly self-conscious. “I did.”

“Didn’t think you would.”

“I’m not that ungrateful,” you wrinkle your nose at him. “Of course I kept it, Seokjin.”

“Jin.”

“Huh?”

“Jin,” he repeats, flicking a strand of chestnut hair away from his eyes. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“Since when am I your friend?”

“Would you rather not be?”

“Would you rather be?”

Seokjin — Jin, rather — frowns down at you. “Stop asking questions to my questions!”

“You did it first!” you exclaim, laughing. “Hypocrite! Answer mine, then!”

He looks at you for a long moment, like he’s taking his sweet time choosing the right words to say to you. “Since now,” he decides finally, firmly. “You are now. I want you to be mine. My friend,” he clarifies, turning deep red as he says it.

“I thought you hated me,” you muse. “And I was pretty sure you thought I was the lamest kid ever because I couldn’t play a single thing right.”

“Of course not,” Jin shakes his head vehemently. “You’re cool, Y/N. A little tone deaf, but cool.”

“Take that back!”

“I’m sorry, it’s the truth,” he laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners.

You send him your best glare, but contrary to your facial expression, it’s nice to laugh with him like this. You’ve been so caught up with telling yourself that you shouldn’t be feeling anything but annoyance when you’re around him that you ignored your blossoming feelings, and now they’ve fully bloomed, leaving no room for that initial irritation you so often experienced.

Friends. It’s not what you most want, but it’s something. You could get used to that.

The concert goes smoothly, and the choir performances were absolutely delightful to watch — but your father is late, again, which means you’re stuck waiting for him out in the rain that hasn’t let up for hours.

You’re about to call him for the fifth time in ten minutes when you hear a set of heavy footsteps behind you, running up the stairway. “Y/N!”

“Jin?” you ask, surprised by the boy making his way toward you, brown hair completely soaked. “What are you doing out here?”

“I lied,” he says breathlessly, like he’s in a rush, and if he doesn’t tell you now, he might never be able to. “I’m sorry, I — I lied, Y/N. I don’t want you to be my friend — God, I don’t think I could live with that. I want you to be more.”

“Jin—”

“I just,” he exhales forcefully, “I want to be able to take you out and hold your hand and hug you and kiss you—”

When your mind finally clears up, you don’t let him finish his sentence, instead grabbing his collar and yanking him down so you can press your lips to his in one swift motion. A quiet gasp leaves his mouth, but he quickly adjusts to the situation, hands dropping his violin so he can gently cradle your face, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. It’s all happening so fast that you barely even have time to think, to properly take it all in.

His lips are cold due to the nasty weather, and you’re both sopping wet — and this is most definitely the worst setting for this to have happened, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“That,” Jin breathes when you finally let him go, pupils dilated, “that was—”

“My first,” you finish. Your prior courage all gone, you’re a bit nervous now, too embarrassed by your bold move to even meet his eyes. What were you thinking? “I-I’m sorry...”

“Sorry?” Jin asks, confused. “Why are you sorry?”

“You know, because… of that.” You can barely speak up, cheeks burning. “I-I don’t know why I did that. Is this — is this a prank or something? Did you plan this? Was I just supposed to laugh it off and threaten to take your eye out with my bow instead?”

“No, no, no,” he shakes his head, laughing. “Can’t you tell, Y/N?” He lowers his voice to a gentle whisper. “I like you, you idiot. Ever since you waltzed into the auditorium sophomore year and nearly broke your violin falling down the stairs, I never stopped thinking about you.”

“You… you like me?” you ask incredulously, jabbing an accusatory finger at his chest. “Like, for real? You’re not just pulling my leg like you usually love to do?”

“I meant what I said, Y/N,” he tells you softly, fingers intertwined with yours. His voice is genuine, soothing. “I want to do all those things with you, if you’ll let me.”

It takes you a while to reply, but when you do, your heart is pounding so loudly in your chest that you can barely hear yourself. “A-And if I said yes?”

A wide grin breaks out onto Jin’s face as he pulls you into a hug, both your instruments forgotten on the pavement and your head resting on his chest as he holds you close. A few days ago, you would have thought yourself a fool for even thinking that a day like this would ever come; yet here you are, all those daydreams come true.

It’s all so new to you, and you’ll most likely screw up along the way — multiple times. But hand in hand with Jin and his vexing ability to pick out a B from a B flat, things aren’t looking so bad.

You’ll work it out.

Hanging out with your friends is always a chaotic (but fun) occurrence — but when you add your boyfriend’s buddies into the mix, it all goes down to shit.

Actually, it’s all his fault, if you really think about it. Why on earth did he think challenging Taehyung to a baking competition was even remotely close to being a good idea?

“That’s so not fucking fair!” the aforementioned best friend cries, angrily shaking a spatula at a playfully grinning Jung Hoseok. “You can’t just hide the bag of flour! I fucking forgot to put it in!”

“Nothing we can do about it now, Tae,” Jimin sighs, massaging his forehead as the three of you stare at the burnt, soupy mass your team has created. “We fucking lost, that’s it.”

“So,” Jin smirks mischievously, nudging your elbow. “I guess Hoseok and I win this one, yeah?”

“Shut up,” you shove him back, though you’re grinning; a plate with a slice of his impeccably made cake in your hands and a fork lifted to your lips. “You’re good at this and you know it. I knew from the start that you were just trying to fuck around with Tae.”

Taehyung scoffs. “Your evil, demonic, deceptive, satanic boyfriend—”

“Nice vocabulary,” Hoseok comments without looking up, and you’re sure he’s on your best friend’s hit list at this point.

“Well — anyways, he’s out to get me,” Taehyung continues, frowning. “I feel attacked.”

“Yeah, okay, keep saying that several years from now when you’re sitting in a church and Y/N’s walking down the aisle,” Jimin says nonchalantly, causing you to choke on your cake in complete shock.

“What the heck — we’re literally eighteen! You can’t — you can’t just say things like that!” you exclaim indignantly, fork clattering against your empty plate. Jin grins widely all of a sudden, tapping your shoulder all of a sudden.

“Jagi.”

“Hmm?” You turn to him, momentarily forgetting how flustered Jimin’s comment made you feel.

“That was a really nice C# just now…”

Your mouth drops open as you gape at your boyfriend; part of you wants to cry and part of you wants to laugh. You knew when you agreed to make it official that somewhere along the line, you’d have to deal with these kinds of things, but now that it’s actually happening…

You turn to Jimin, patience already running thin from Jin’s antics (actually, you secretly love it, though you’ll never admit it to his face.)

“And you have the audacity to suggest that I’ll actually get married to this man?”

“Y/N? Honey, wake up. I… I just realized something.”

“Oh — Jin? What is it? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s good. You know, I was thinking about it, and I realized that...” Your husband bites down on his lip hesitantly, glancing down at the baby sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“Yeah?” you press, curious.

“When Aera cries — you know, when she’s screaming at the top of her lungs,” he smiles fondly. “It’s always — she always cries in either F# or C#. It’s,” he looks like he’s nearing tears, “the D major key. Y/N, she literally cries in D major. I’m—”

You sigh, smiling amusedly to yourself as you snuggle up to him for extra warmth, holding your baby close. Leave it to none other than Kim Seokjin to analyze his daughter’s pitch — isn’t that part of the reason why you fell in love with him, anyway?

Life with Jin is many things — a chaotic mess that includes the constantly screaming light of your lives, three pandemoniac best friends, and far too many notes for you to keep track of. And though sometimes you want to chuck a blue-lidded block of rosin at his head to shut him up, you’re more than ready for it all.

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Can I request a draco x reader where they just stay together all day even tho its a school day so they just like skip school all day and then one of their friends catch them? It probably sounds confusing but I LOVE YOUR WRITING

Where Words Fall Short || Draco Malfoy

So I changed it into a teacher catching them instead, I hope it still suits your fancy. Thank you so much for this request, I had quite a nice time writing it <3

Requested: Yes Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader Warnings: mentions of mental illness? Idk what I should be warning you against in this one tbh so if you find anything then let me know <3 Summary: Draco is having a hard morning so Y/N keeps him company and they ditch lessons.

WORDS : 2114

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Growing up, Draco continuously watched as a curtain was drawn above the topic of mental health in his household. What should’ve been long, informative discussions about his withstanding family history and hereditary struggles with mental health, was broken down into, “Your father just gets a bit overwhelmed sometimes”, and “Your mother is a woman, and as women do, she often gets erratic until she tires herself out.”

None of it was true, of course, just excuses used to try and avoid the problem. But it wasn’t discussed. Not when Narcissa would sleep for days on end, or when Lucius was hospitalised, and especially not when Draco began to display symptoms similar to his parents. The family healer was called in, Draco was diagnosed and medicated, and it was discussed no further. Because words were just not the Malfoy way.

You’d long become accustomed to his habits when he wasn’t feeling well, he’d told you himself about his struggles, and you’d adjusted quickly enough. Now you know, just by the sight of him, when he’s having a rough day. As hard as Draco tries to follow in his parent’s footsteps and draw a veil on his suffering, he just can’t bring himself to do it when you’re around. You make him feel safe.

You read the watch on your wrist, 8.10am, and sigh when you notice that Draco’s still not in the Great Hall for breakfast. Draco prides himself on being organised and punctual, so when he’s even five minutes late to breakfast you know that he’s having one of those days and he might just not get out of bed.

“He’s just running late this morning, I watched him walk to the showers.” Crabbe says beside you as he notices worry etch its way onto your features. You nod and smile at him.

“Thanks Crabbe.” You respond before grabbing the empty plate on your other side and filling it up with Draco’s favourites.

It’s another ten minutes before Draco finally walks into the Great Hall, and you feel your heart wrench at the sight of him- hair still wet from showering, faint bags beneath his eyes and a solemn look painting his face- he looks exhausted. You smile at him when he settles into the space beside you and he smiles back, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

He interlocks your fingers together as he sits down and you slide the plate of food toward him. He kisses the back of your hand as a thank you and you nod before turning back to your own food. On mornings like this conversation is sparse- it’s like a useless chore that you can both afford to forget- and you both resort to actions as a means of conversation.

Normally, words would be spent on endless declarations of love, confirmations of support, queries of comfort and insurmountable pleas to just sit in silence together. But now, now with this routine and understanding that sits comfortably on the border of your relationship, words no longer need to transpire between you both in order for there to be a mutual understanding of what you both need.

Most kisses are ‘I love you’ or ‘thank you’, but every so often when Draco paints every square inch of your face in adoration with his lips, then he’s telling you that you’re beautiful, that every piece of you is just another reason for him to fall deeper into love with you. Hugs are usually him begging for attention, trying discreetly to drag you away from whatever it is that you’re doing and bring you down to his dorm with him for cuddles.

But Draco’s preferred method of communication on days like this, is squeezing your hand. Information by hand squeeze increases in degree; one is ‘I’m fine, just tired’, two is ‘I’m probably going to disappear halfway through the day for some alone time’, and three is ‘Please spend the day with me’.

So when you feel that familiar pressure against your hand come in waves of three that morning, you know that he’s having a particularly bad day. You turn to him and nod, and this time when he smiles at you, it actually does reach his eyes.

~~~

When the first lesson of the day is underway, Muggle Studies, you and Draco are lying in his bed in his shared dormitory. There’s a risk of one his roommates coming back to collect a forgotten book or leftover homework, but it matters little when the two of you are spaced out in the small world of your own invention. You’re running your hands through his hair as his head sits comfortably on your chest, and his fingers are running up and down your other arm in an effort to keep him occupied.

The two of you spend the next few hours like that, just lying in his bed in silence as Draco thinks himself into oblivion and you try to calm him down. It doesn’t work though, and at some point you grow frustrated at the amount of tension that he’s built up in this shoulders, and demand that he gets up.

“Why?” He asks with furrowed eyebrows as he lifts his head off of your chest.

“Do you trust me?” He nods, and you smile. “Good, then come on.”

You pull him behind you quietly as the two of you roam the castle and head toward the Astronomy Tower- trying desperately not to arouse suspicion and get caught skipping lessons just as the day is ending.

When you reach the top and see that the sun is shining faintly, a satisfied sigh escapes your lips. All that cold and darkness in the dungeons wasn’t good for Draco and you’d lugged him all the way up here for some sunshine. You know that it won’t really fix anything that’s bothering him, but at least the Vitamin D might lift his spirits a little bit or help him to relax a tad more.

You sit on the ground and pull Draco down to sit beside you. He drops his head against your shoulder and pulls the back of your hand up to his lips, Thank you, is what the action says and you smile at the small acknowledgement. You lean your own head against his that’s resting on your shoulder and he shuts his eyes in content as you pull out the book that you’d brought up to read.

“Should I read to you?” You ask and he nods very softly, so you do as he asks and begin to read the novel out loud.

It’s mundane, sure, but Draco thinks that he could spend the rest of his life like this. When words have always failed him, you’ve been there to pick up pieces of his unsaid ministrations. Most people, if not all the people in his life, have always found his failure to conjure up words and describe his feelings, annoying. But not you, never you, you have always loved the way he tries so hard to show you his love instead of tell it to you. Whenever he feels torn apart, like a rag doll being tugged on both arms, you somehow manage to remind him that he’s made of skin and bone, not cloth and plastic. It’s you that reminds him he’s worth something, even when he feels as though he’s worth nothing.

“Y/N.”

“Hmm?” You respond absent-mindedly as you turn your head slowly away from the pages and toward Draco. When you catch a glimpse of his contorted features, concern washes over you. “What’s wrong? Do you want to go back inside?”

“No, no.” He shakes his head softly and smiles at you. “I just want to chat, is that okay?”

“Well… I was enjoying this book…” You tease and laugh when you see that he’s not amused. “I’m kidding, am’ all yours love.” You peck him on the lips quickly before closing your book and putting it aside.

He sighs, “I’ve been thinking-”

“Oh, that’s never good.” You immediately respond and he narrows his eyes at you which makes you laugh, “Okay, I’ll stop now.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” He says with a roll of his eyes, and a small smile, before he takes a deep breath and continues. “I’m going off my meds.”

You take a moment to digest what he’s said before nodding slowly, “Oh…”

“Oh…?” He raises his eyebrows in anticipation, worried that you won’t support his decision. “Are you mad?”

You’re taken aback by his question and turn to face him in confusion. “Mad? Why would I be mad?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know, mother was furious when I told her.”

“Okay, but your mother is notorious for having the emotional range of a green bean,” Draco, albeit begrudgingly, laughs at your comment with a shake of his head, “What? Am I wrong?” You ask with a laugh as well.

“You’re not wrong but that’s not the point. You’re bloody rude!” He tries to stop laughing but it’s not working and soon enough the two of you are rolling around on the ground, crying your eyes out in laughter.

After a good three minutes has passed the two of you have finally calmed down and the serious atmosphere has returned. “I’m not mad Draco, I could never be mad at you.”

“You were mad that time I tried to force a Ravenclaw to do my Muggle Studies research for me.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone and you shove him lightly.

“That was because you were harassing that innocent child!” You exclaim with another giggle, “I’ve never been mad at you for doing something that involves only you.”

“What about when I dyed all my pubic hair-“

“I told you never to speak of that.” You cut him off sternly before he can continue and a naughty smile appears on his lips at the memory.

“That was funny, admit it.”

“We were on vacation with my parents! Do you understand how awkward the conversation we had, after the swimming pool, was? They were so concerned about the fact that I’d brought home a boy with blue armpit hair!” You exclaim with wide eyes and Draco bursts into laughter again. “You’re such an arsehole.” You grumble out with a pout and he pecks you with a smile.

“You love me though.”

“I do… I really do.” You respond genuinely as you stare at him in admiration. Even on his worst days, when exhaustion wears his face like a mask and words fall short from his lips, he’s still the love of your life and nothing can change that. “I’m really proud of you, for making a decision like that.”

“Thank you.” He sighs and you can tell how much this has been bothering him over the past few days, if not weeks, by the way his shoulders finally relax. “I just don’t think they’re doing what they’re meant to. I don’t feel any better.”

“Mhmm.” You nod at him to continue as you take his hand in your own.

“I don’t feel worse either though, I feel the same. It’s been a year and I feel the absolute bloody same.”

“What are you going to do instead?”

“Whatever else the healer recommends.” He shrugs, “If she’s got nothing else that will work then I don’t know.”

“Well… I’m here for you, always.”

“I know.”

And it’s true, he does know, sure as he knows that he’s a Slytherin. There aren’t many things and people that Draco relies on, the fear of them letting him down always a barrier, but you he puts his absolute faith in. Because when words fall short to describe the amount of love that he has for you, and the amount of love that you have for him, there will always be actions and you two will always have each other.

You take your hands and cup his face in them before peppering kisses all over his face. He giggles under your touch, an effect that you’ve always had on him and he hates, but you make no move to stop until every corner has been graced with feel of your lips. It’s every word that you could possibly say to him, every sentence that could hold the weight of your adoration, because sometimes, words just fall short.

“Y/N-“ He begins when you finally pull away, wanting to tell you that he loves you, but you cut him off with a dopey smile.

“I know.”

The two of you lie down against the cold, hard gravel- fingers intertwined as you both shut your eyes and bask in the soft rays of sunlight. It’s almost perfect.

Until.

“Mr Malfoy, Ms L/N.” A voice drawls.

“Shit.” You mumble when you remember that it’s Wednesday- Astronomy.

<~>

Did I impulsively write this after declaring I’m going on a week’s hiatus to move? Yes. Did I put off packing for this? Yes. Do I have any regrets? Nope.

anyway,

love you all,

jean <3

#Draco #Draco Malfoy #Draco x reader #Draco Malfoy x reader #Draco fluff #Draco Malfoy fluff #Draco angst #Draco Malfoy angst #draco x y/n #draco imagine #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x reader

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lexacoolfox · 3 years

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I saw your bio about angel of death too!! May i request nagito X s/o who's like zack!!:D I hope i don't bothering you and have a nice day^^♡♡

Yes finally! Also your not bothering me, and thank you for wishing me a nice day! Your such a sweet heart adelia-Chan!

Nagito with a S/O like Zack!

Now it is modern time, you probably aren’t a murder but you can be, um…problematic.

You liked to beat people up when the looked to happy or mad. It made you feel good.

You obviously laughed like a mentally insane person when you did.

Now on the first day of school you saw a boy with white hair looking way to happy, he looked like a good target.

He noticed you right away and introduced himself with that smile, he sounded so joyful while doing it. That just made you want beat him up even more.

“Hello I’m Nagito Komeada!”

“Hey Komeada. I’m S/O. You got three seconds to run.”

The last part you said with a dark tone. He looked at you confused.

“Um…why would I need to run?”

“Cause you look way to frickin happy, makes me want to beat you up! I like to give people a fair chance to try to run away. As long you beg or scream for me not to hurt you to bad! I love seeing fear on my victims faces! Gets my blood bumping!”

He softly chuckled.

“Oh I’m not going to run away. I’ll let you do it. Come hit me! An ultimate like you hitting trash like me is an honor!”

You stumbled back and leaned by a nearby trash can and threw up.

“Man is something wrong with you. That’s the most messed up thing I’ve ever heard. You not running away or begging for your life. it makes it no fun. See ya later weirdo, I going to class I guess.”

Unfortunately (or fortunately) you both had the same class.

So you really couldn’t escape him, you had to listen to him insult himself and his thing on hope. Which kinda annoyed you.

You interested him and he wanted to get to know you. Like what your hobbies, your goals, or why do you like to beat up people who look happy.

“Is there a reason why your following me like a lost puppy?”

“Your interest me. Just pretend I’m not here.”

You saw a group of girls. They were laughing at another girl. They poured milk on her and laughed even louder. This brought back a memory from your childhood. A very bad memory.

You feel into a rage. You ran and proceeded to beat these girls to the point where they were knocked out. You turned to the girl who they were bullying you held out a hand for her to grab. You helped her getting up, patted her head then walked away.

Nagito followed close behind. You forgot he was following you. You went somewhere quite with a low chance of other students walking by. Then you grabbed him by the neck and shoved him against the wall.

“You better not tell anyone about anything you saw! Or else your gonna end up worse then those girls!”

“Oh I was never going to tell anyone anyway!”

“You better not be lying! I hate liars more than anything!”

“I’m not lying.”

You looked at him in the eyes. He was completely honest. You let him go.

“I thought it was kinda cool to see you standing up for that girl.”

“I wasn’t doing it for her. I was doing it cause it reminded me of something. Something I’d rather forget.”

“Even though, your speed and strength was amazing to see in action. You also held such passion in your eyes.”

You started angry mumbling not because he was annoying you but your were honestly embarrassed, you weren’t used to hearing much praise.

One day your class decided to have a party, you don’t know how they convinced you. But they did, you didn’t listen to the details just the time and place.

The party was a bonfire party.

Once you arrived you were the last one to arrive, they started off the fire. To where you started internally freaking out. Also frozen in fear.

At some point you were escaped into the back of the woods, Nagito noticed and went to follow you. He heard you near by. You found you punching a tree while yelling. You hade to stop cause of your hands

You wore bandages all over hands, shoulder, arms, and up your back a little, from a incident from a long time ago. You heard a twig snap.

“Who’s there! Show yourself!”

“Oops looks like I’ve been spotted.”

“Ugh! What’s with you and following me!”

“Well I noticed you left the party. I just wanted to know why.

He said sitting on a tree stump. You lean against a tree.

“Don’t tell anyone this. But. I’m scared of fire.”

“Oh. Well, how about we go to a near by gas station. We can get some snacks!”

“I don’t have any money.”

“Don’t worry I’ll pay.”

You weren’t saying no to free food. You guys got a couple of snacks and went to a nearby park to sit on a bench.

You actually had a nice conversation with Nagito. You actually were laughing a lot. For the first time ever somebody smile didn’t want to make you beat them up. Nagito smile made you smile.

You developed a crush on Nagito.

You treated him different from then on.

No threats were thrown his way from you. You didn’t mind when he talked to you. Anytime somebody gave him a nasty look for saying something. You punch your hand against your palm as a sign. You often lean against him when he talks to somebody. Anytime he says an insult to himself, you put him in a headlock and start giving him noogies while saying “why do you keep saying that! Do you got some screws loose Huh?!” You could say it’s tough love. Everbody knew you had a crush on Nagito. But you were to dense to notice your own feelings and Nagito was to oblivious to notice your change in behavior. Surprisingly you and fuyuhiko had a kinda Frenemy thing going on. You two acted like you hate each other, which you do. but you two had a lot in common so sometimes you got along. He’s the one to point out your feelings

“When you going to tell Nagito you like him?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“It’s so obvious you have a crush on him. Which is kinda weird.”

“What’s a crush?”

He gave you a shock looked. Then called you an idiot. He explained a crush and then it made sense to you.

“So…how do I tell him.”

“Just tell him. Unless your a chicken.”

“Shut up! I’m not a chicken! I’ll go tell him right now!”

You stomped away looking for Nagito to tell him. You found him being Ganged up by some guys. You beat all of them up. Some puked from your punches, some passed out, some ran away. You picked up Nagito and threw him over his shoulder and started walking away with him.

“Um s/o can you let me down? I can walk on my own.”

“No.”

You went back to your place and threw him on your couch.

“Thanks for saving me back there. I didn’t think you would save me like that.”

You flicked him in the forehead.

“Of course I saved you. I love you dummy.”

He blushed at the sudden confession.

“I love you too.”

You blushed and pulled him to your chest. You cuddle him, so you guys are now a couple.

Here somethings you do now your a couple

You are always touching him in someway, simple hand hold, hugging, leaning against him, just anything works.

Your like his own personal bodyguard.

He helps you with your bandages when you need to change them.

He comforts you when there’s fire.

You give him random small kisses.

Everybody and anybody is too scared to flirt with Nagito.

When you two are anywhere like a booth at a restaurant. You have you arm wrapped around Nagito shoulder.

After a long time. You told him things about your childhood, which he understood and helped you deal with your trauma.

Bonus: for this to make sense. I ship fuyuhiko and Peko.

You noticed how fuyuhiko acted around peko. You and Nagito decided to play match maker.

Nagito invited fuyuhiko to a cafe to hangout. While you did the same with peko.

They arrived at the cafe both texting you asking where you were. Both of you texted something came up with your significant other so you couldn’t make it. They spotted each other and decided to hangout. Just according to plan. you and Nagito where wearing disguises to watch them. Nagito went up to their waiter after he took their order, saying he’ll pay for them.

When they learned that somebody payed for them and the waiter pointed who. They realized it was you two. You practically grab Nagito and made a mad dash for the exit.

Later that night you got to listen to a mad fuyuhiko, while receiving passive aggressive text from peko.

“Why you so mad? I’m just helping you out. I mean you helped me and Nagito get together. I’m just returning the favor.”

“What?! Are you implying I have a crush on peko! What gave off that idea?!”

“A lot of things gave off that idea. C’mon you like her. Don’t be a chicken.”

“I hate you!”

“The feelings mutual. Just go for it.”

“You don’t tell me what to do-“

You hung up. You put your phone on silent and went to sleep. Luckily it was Friday so you didn’t have school the next day. So they couldn’t bother you about it.

#anime #s/o x danganronpa characters #danganronpa x you #drv2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 #nagito komeada x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komeada #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #peko pekoyama #angels of death #zack foster

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mangora · 3 years

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Hi here are some reasons ROTI is one of my favorite seasons:

Chris is a huge dick but it’s like balanced between how okay he was in s1/2 and how like murderous he was in s5/6 and it’s kinda funny!

The boat scene with gen 1 was mostly adorable

Jo is such a cool character, like she’s funny and interesting but has a lot of moral ambiguity and negative traits to balance it out. Her relationship with the maggot team, especially Cam and Brick, was entertaining to watch!

I know people think Zoke is bland but tbh I thought it was adorable. Like that nose boop where Mike goes “:D” in Grand Chef Auto. Also the fact he’ll do anything to save Zoey was great, and their conflicts had a healthy resolution in the end. Seeing Zoey accept him was awesome (even if it wasn’t tactful), and to me it felt like she became less judgmental after too, so mutual development. They aren’t the most intriguing separately but I’m a sucker for the “dorks for dorks” dynamic

Same with Samkota! I love how Sam got Dakota to feel more empathetic and how she motivated him, and they didn’t reject each other based on a difference in social standing. Also I just love both of them separately, Dakota’s so determined and lonely, and Sam is willing to befriend her and make anyone feel happier but also has less game motivation. Balance baby

Cameron and Mike had such a sweet friendship, the scene where Mike tries to save him and Zoey in the mine is *chef’s kiss*

Also: Cameron! I love him sm! His excitement at new experiences was great and I love how he overcame all the bullying he endured and won, and had the heart to split it! He isn’t perfect, he can definitely be socially clueless and he’s bad at keeping secrets, but he’s a good character!

Scott was such a good antagonist. He’s not a good person but he’s super clever, and his self-sabotage plans were pretty original. Guys he’s so smart

Lightning was both hilarious and sympathetic. Ik he was a jerk towards the end but I felt so bad for him bc of his dad, and him losing wasn’t good but I think it could’ve developed him and helped him learn to be less arrogant. Also he was kinda justified in being mad at Cameron, though not to the extent that he was

Staci was annoying but I think she had potential. Lying to get people to like you because you’re lonely but instead driving them away? Her growing and learning to build her own identity? Yes please!

Dawn and B’s friendship was great, also it was nice to see a mute character who wasn’t mysterious or unstable. B is smart and I love them. Also Dawn! I wish we could’ve seen more of her, she’s so noble and cool

Commando Zoey! That’s it that’s my input

Brick learning to be more assertive and getting booted for it hurt but in a good way

Anne Maria is funny and it broke my heart that she left so early, also her and Jo’s bickering is peak married couple content

Svetlana did nothing wrong we love Svetlana in this house

And all the other alters, but mostly Svetlana she just wants to save everyone and do flips she’s so funky

The monsters made the season feel newer and separate from 1-3, also Dakotazoid wasn’t exactly a good end for her arc buuuut I do love me some monster women who protect their friends

Mike and Zoey being movie nerds lives in my head rent free I love that for them

Zoey just wanted to make friends guys she doesn’t have much social experience I know she was judgy but she was trying her best and she wasn’t nearly as much of a Mary Sue as she was in all stars she’s great I love her

Okay I think that’s all rn but yea gen 2 is pogchamp

#total drama #td mike #td zoey #td cameron #td lightning #td dakota #td sam #td jo #td brick #td scott #td staci #td b #td dawn #td anne maria #td svetlana #zoke #tdroti

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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starting us off strong with some good ol’ mutually assured destruction duo - this is really short, but i wrote it right after the tommy lore stream before going back to studying lmao. hope yall enjoy :D

tw: mental illness, unhealthy relationships, implied torture, violence, blood, injuries, pandora’s vault/prison arc, darker portrayals of both c!dream and c!wilbur, mentioned death

“You look like shit.”

Dream laughed, hoarse, his hair flopping over his face as he rolled over. He was lying in a pool of his own blood - gross - and Wilbur pulled out a regen and pressed it against the other’s hand.

“We really don’t have much time - hurry it up, will you?” He walked to the other side of the cell, toeing Quackity’s limp body with his boot and wrinkling his nose. “You don’t think he’ll die or anything, right?”

Dream hummed around the rim of the bottle, sounding contemplative, before speaking. “Nah - you didn’t hit him nearly hard enough for that. He’ll just have a hell of a headache when he wakes up.”

“Nice.” He fiddled with the axe in his hand, feeling its weight - it was heavier than any weapon he was used to, but clearly well-crafted, covered back and front with carefully carved runes. The blade was one-sided, the other being a blunt, heavy end, still covered in flecks of blood. “This is quite the weapon, huh?”

“Quite,” Dream laughed shortly, “You can keep it. I know that thing far too well, now. 0/10, definitely don’t recommend.”

Wilbur turned around; Dream was sitting up in the middle of the cell, now, instead of slumped against the floor. The various open gashes on his arms and legs, bleeding sluggishly when he’d first arrived, seemed to have closed up - benefits of a regen, he supposed. He tossed over a golden apple, amusement curling in his chest when Dream flinched away from it, completely failing to catch it when it smacked into his chest.

“Fail.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dream muttered, biting into the golden skin. “Laugh it up.”

“They really did a number on you, didn’t they?” Dream shifted to maneuver his legs beneath him, hissing in pain all the while, putting his weight on one leg and immediately collapsing from the strain. “I have to say I’m almost impressed. I didn’t know they had it in them.”

“Neither did I,” Dream cursed as he fell again, glaring through his tangled hair. “But you know, the Warden was mad about the whole thing that happened with you, Quackity too. Went too far - idiots. He could’ve been working on the security flaw in his stupid prison but nooo, apparently torture is more important - what a prick.”

“I mean,” Wilbur reached a hand out, nearly pulling away at the feeling of Dream’s skin against his - not used to that, right - “It was good for us. Let me get in without too much trouble.”

“At least there’s that,” Dream conceded, hauling himself up, limbs shaking from the exertion. He moved to the wall, breathing heavily, knees buckling slightly. “Prime I’m out of shape - give me a sec-”

“Guess I’m doing most of the heavy lifting for this prison escape, then?”

Dream shook his head, barely able to speak through his gasps for air. “Yeah, guess so.”

“This better be a one time thing, you know.” He shuffled through his inventory, sorting through pots and dividing his supplies in half. “I’m covering your ass this time, but if this arrangement is to work in the future-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Dream waved with one hand as he accepted Wilbur’s supplies with the other, “Just give me a few days and we’ll be golden - nice work, by the way. How’d you get all of these pots so fast?”

Wilbur shrugged. “Phil hasn’t changed his chest organization in centuries. You pick things up.”

“Gotcha. You have pearls?”

“A stack for each of us, so use them wisely. Or don’t! It’s up to you.”

“I will, don’t worry.” He rolled his shoulders back, wincing, standing up so that he was no longer leaning against the wall. “They just had to mess up my legs the day before we got this done - the universe hates me, as usual.”

Wilbur snorted. “You and me both, my friend.” He slung a hand around the other’s shoulder mostly to see how he’d react, smiling thinly as he flinched back and then shot over an icy glare, “You ready to get out of this hell?”

“Believe me,” Dream pulled out a splash fire-resistance, the lava reflected in his eyes and becoming twin flames he knew all too well. There you are, Dream, he thought, a laugh bubbling up his throat. “I couldn’t be more ready.”

“Welcome back, Dream-” Wilbur smiled, throwing down an invisibility potion at the same time the fire resistance shattered against the obsidian floor. “-and you know, as they say.”

“Let’s be the bad guys.”

#tw mental illness #tw death #tw torture #tw blood #tw violence #tw injuries #tw unhealthy relationship #tw toxic relationship #mutually assured destruction au #pandora's vault #prison arc #long post #my writing :D #my asks !!

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woozi · 2 years

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moots with seventeen members?

ok but the first time i read this i was like.. i'm moots with the svteenies?????/ 😳 i KNEW josh was still here!! the lying b- anyway <3 i'm answering this based on the assumption that i'm pairing the svteenies with my moots whose personalities best suit them teehee <3

cheol — although i see cheol as someone who’s bright (personality-wise) and reliable, i think he also has the tendency to want to unknowingly???? rely on others (and this is not a bad thing at all!!!) without burdening them too much. i feel as if cheol would love a constant companion, whether it be through rough patches or peaks! i see him as someone who would need a lot of comfort, but also as someone who embodies comfort. with all that in mind, i think he’d get along with @scoups very well!!

jeonghan — you never know if you’re gonna get the worst fucking absolute menace you’ve seen your entire life or a completely sweet doting angel with jeonghan tbh. because of that, i see him as someone who gravitates towards people who have a cheery disposition and aren’t too overbearing (such as dk) bc he’s very very fond of his freedom. i think he also has quite a temper sometimes so someone equally fiery would clash with him a bit. because of that i’d say @xuseokgyu would match well with him!!

joshua — domestic. SO SO humble. i literally have no words for this man. that is The Man. idk how to describe it as well, but personality and interest-wise i think he’d match well with @fallingforhongs!

jun — BEST BOY. bestest friend ever. thinks of his besties all the time. just :D in general. just wants to have a :D time too. while jun is a shy shy boy, he appears to be very quirky and sometimes shows kind off odd (but v v cute dont get me wrong) behavior. i think he’d go along well with equally loyal people who don’t take shit too seriously. i’d say jun bestie would be @myungho!!

hoshi — hoshi seems like an assertive person, but he IS def shy at first. once you get to know him tho, i feel like he’d stick to you like a piece of gum. just a great person overall, but i think he can get heated sometimes and might go way too fast so he needs someone who would ground him. also humble him sometimes <3 needs a fun but chill bestie: i’d say @hwiyoungies.

wonu — cringe man.. loser gamer.. pretentious <3 well-read vibes, very good with words + he seems very levelheaded. with wonwoo’s personality, i think someone more extroverted would get along with him better, but someone similar who’d understand his workings would also be a good match. @haniehae‘s character would fit him really well! bestie’s who’d prob teehee at u from afar without u knowing <3 obsessed w that

woozi — king appears kind of cold ngl. i think it’d take quite a while for someone like him to both warm up and open up to you (and that’s exactly why someone with hoshi’s personality easily becomes his bestie. in my head, jihoon’s not really the type to reach out to u in hopes of being chummy. my mans kwon soonyoung on the other hand is lich rally relentless and full of life so i think he fills in that initial gap for both of them). i think someone like @ohoshi would get along with him well. both are very strong individuals whose minds can meet, and cora’s v personable and isn’t afraid to befriend people!

dk — sunshine embodied. ride or die kinda dude. kind of sensitive and might need encouragement here and there. dk’s also one of the more sociable svteenies and really doesn’t ask for much, i think his kindness should just be reciprocated (not that he’s expecting it), and who else would be the embodiment of kindness but @soonhoonsol <3

mingyu — little shit vs. little shit dynamics. i’m definitely NOT pairing mingyu with this mutual because she’s a gyuldaengie, but because their personalities just FIT so well. mingyu’s literally just an overgrown posh puppy (think saluki/afghan hound.. u know the tall skinny long haired model dogs.. but mash them up w a golden ret). he’s cute, self-assured, and just knows his way around (however u wanna interpret it). mingyu’s someone who’s VERY easy to get along with, but i think he also really likes a challenge. think of the enemies to best friends trope. boy surely loves his teasing, flaunting, flirting and whatnot, but i think @heartgyus would be someone who deflects and plays off his antics v well (not to mention she’d highly enjoy it too??? 😭😭😭).

minghao — cunty art hoe. expensive. VERY loyal. i really dont know why i’m inclined to say @cheolgyu i think it has to do w taste <3 and art!! also they’re def it boys/girls, they give off the same vibes in that manner

boo — can make friends even with microbes tbh. ALWAYS up in people’s business (but he’s welcome bc he’s the friendly neighborhood fruit) just for funsies. great friend though, loyal af and would cheer u on. on the flipside, it seems to me that boo doesn’t cheer himself on and chastises his actions JKFJFDJK. he won’t show it, but i think he’s someone who’s prone to worrying. he IS loved and he IS special and i think he needs a friend who’d remind him of that time and again. i’d say @softhyungkyun would be a very good match for boo!

vernon — he’s just a chill dude really. <3 doesn’t require much, always shows up, and he’s just SO stable. i can’t really put what i feel about vernon in words bc he feels like an enigma... while being someone you kind of know at the same time?? but going off off vibes alone i’d say he’d prob be good friends w @emailclub. my cryptic besties <3

chan — while dino is very independent and strong-willed, this boy just needs some words of affirmation tbh (he will NEVER admit it but u know. also eldest child things 😭😭😭). although he seems like a loser airhead, i think he’s someone who’s very contemplative and doesn’t usually want to show people his struggles as he wants to keep it together himself (def cracks a bit though and people CAN sense something’s a little off). i think he would need a friend who’d always reassure him that he’s going on the right track and that he’s enough. @starlightjoong def fits the role and i think she’d enjoy being chan’s friend a lot too. <3

#the way i was answering this and accidentally refreshed the page the first time around oh my fucking god #ion even rmb what i wrote lol i was 1/3 the way in holy shit #hope i did it justice again though #anyway #not me psychoanalyzing the svteenies in the middle of the fucking night is this really what my life has come to lmao #hope all that made sense teehee <3 #i had a really hard time pairing people i was trying to weigh everything sm lol #i also wanted to include a lot of moots but </3 iono my brain tiny #anon #y.ask

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sagemusesoutloud · 3 years

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Anti-Romantic, Part 2

(credit to the original owner of the image)

Character | Jaehyun x reader

Genre | nonidol!au, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Fluff

WordCount | 2 K (bitesized for your convenience lol)

Author'sNote | I know this is kinda short, but I've decided not to rush the ending. I'm for sure not drag it out too much, but the slowburn reaaaally got to me and I ended up liking more than I orginially thought, so! I'll be back to post Part 3 tomorrow!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I know that you love me, It makes me deeply drunk

You’re like champagne, I shouldn’t do this

You’re at the base of the stairs to your apartment complex when he pulls up. The window on the passenger side rolls down.

“Hurry! I think they’re about to wash the machines at the ice cream shop!” he reaches over and opens your door while you grab your two bags and your pillow. You loved him, you really did, but he had the flattest, most uncomfortable pillows in the world in his guestroom.

“What? Why didn’t you stop there before picking me up? It’s not like you don’t know what I like.” You’re trying to move all your stuff to the backseat as he pulls away.

He sighs, “Thank you Jae, you’re so nice to pick me up,” he mutters. You’d be a bit apologetic if it wasn’t for the grin he was trying to hide. “I’ve already spent most of my ‘special’ day alone, thanks to someone who had to bail on me. I wanna spend the rest with you.”

“I knew it, it bothered you didn’t it?” You accused while fastening your seatbelt. “Next time, just tell me, I know it seems as if I know everything but I actually can’t read minds.” You knew he was just messing with you but for some reason his words cut at the guilty feeling you were trying to push away. “I actually got you something this time around, it’s why I wanted to see you before the day ended.”

Jae parks the car outside the shop before turning to you, “wait, did you really get me something?” You sigh, offended, “well, if you don’t want it or don’t like the idea of it, then I can still return it.”

“I just thought of you when I saw it…” crap, it’s too soon for you to go anywhere near that subject.

“That’s not what I meant,” he shakes his head, “It’s just been a while since we shared birthday gifts.” You look away from him. If he kept this up, you’ll start to regret calling him. Your hands were slightly shaking with the effort of not reaching over and pouring all your feelings into him. Unlike what you’re used to, he was dressed down with a simple t-shirt and grey sweats. He looked so soft, and domestic. You hated how much you loved it. At least for work, you had both always been professionally dressed, which was a nice barrier for your thoughts. If you dressed professional, you felt professional. This helped control your thoughts. But now that you were here with him, it was definitely harder to keep track of your thoughts.

Today was a day for him, not for you. You took in a deep breath as you turn to look at the shop. It looked like they were getting ready to start closing duties. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could feel your heart race with acute awareness to his proximity in the small car. He was waiting for a response.

You open your door, “yeah well…if we don’t hurry, we won’t get those diabetes-inducing bombs you’re so fond of. And this all would have been for naught.” You needed to get a grip, fast.

I can clearly see the end, Worse than a hangover

It will be hard, Now, Just end it somewhere here

“I can’t believe you told them it was my birthday,” he groaned, pushing off his shoes at the door. You followed suit.

“Of course I did, it meant free goodies!” You raise the plastic bag with macarons. “It just sucks that they’re all valentine’s themed.” You make your way to the kitchen to put away the snacks you brought, dumping your overnight bag at the door of the guestroom. Maybe if you kept the heart-shaped gift out of sight, it won’t make you as nervous with him.

“I brought your fave by the way, chocolate covered almonds and gummy bears,” you call out. He appears in the kitchen, hair out of his way with a headband. Be still my heart, you thought. You decide to hyper-focus on placing some snacks on a plate to bring to the living room.

“So, what’s the plan?” He reaches over you to grab a water bottle from the fridge, brushing your hip with his front. No no no no no no no!

Was he teasing you? You knew that your face would give you away, you could feel how warm your ears and cheeks were. You hated how honest your face was, and it didn’t help that Jae knew you like the back of his hand. Maybe this is how he is nowadays? Flirty and confident? You’d be lying if you didn’t find it attractive, but not when his attention was only directed at you. You felt like you were slowly suffocating but even that wouldn’t stop the warm light that seemed to burst from your chest.

It seemed so easy to pretend you were closer to him, to pretend this happened all the time. That you were close enough to reciprocate his flirty actions.

“uh, em,” you clear your throat, “actually, I remembered you wanting to see that movie last time we hung out. I have it ready in my apple tv account.” You back away with the tray, “can you also grab me a water?” your throat was suddenly parched.

You settle in the couch, grabbing the throw blanket behind you. Any physical barrier you could place between you, you’d take it gratefully. “You remembered? That was almost three months ago, when the trailer came out.” He handed you your water and grabbed at the corner of the blanket nearest to him, covering himself with it and moving closer to you so that you both could fit under it.

“Jae, there’s another blanket on your side of the couch,” you wanted to feel embarrassed but you just felt an unexpected giddy feeling at him wanting to be near you. “Yeah but it’s my birthday and this blanket is my favorite,” he says as he pulls you closer and wraps his arm behind you on the couch.

“here, put in your credentials so we can start the movie,” he hands you the remote.

You suddenly thank your lucky stars that the movie was an action packed one and not a romantic one. You couldn’t help but sink further into his side, wanting to be comfortable. As the movie starts, he takes the remote from your hand and wraps your arm around him. “I’m cold, keep me warm,” he mutters. Oh sweet Jesus.

Back in the day, this wouldn’t have been something new. Your friends knew you were very heavy with the affectionate touches. A hug, sharing seats, even holding hands. You never shied away from it because it was part of how you showed your friends that you loved them. Some of your friends were also this way, so it was never weird. But now that you’re older, and now that it’s been a long long time since you’ve been close to someone else, the once innocent touches Jae was giving you felt like hot brands across your shoulders and under your arm. If you focused enough, you could feel his hard work at the gym in the way your softness gave way to the hard contours of his leg that pressed against yours and how your shoulder leaned against his chest.

This was going to be a long movie.

You prayed that Jae wouldn’t ask you what the movie was about, you only had enough sanity to pay attention to the first fifteen minutes. It was all a blur after Jae pulled you half over on his lap, “you’re hogging the blanket, move over,” was the only excuse he gave.

Now, your legs were tangled with his and you sat almost on his lap, his arms encircling you from behind. He felt so soft and every little movement made your skin break out in goosebumps. You felt like a live wire about to explode.

“D-did you like it?” you started shifting to the side so you could face him but he held you tighter in place, resting his chin on your shoulder. “yeah, it was pretty good, we have to wait for the end credits though. I heard that they’re starting to give hints about The Eternals.”

“Did you like it?” he squeezes your middle.

Did you? You’re not sure, but you sure as hell loved the attention you were getting for the past two and half hours. “Yeah, all Marvel movies are great,” you finally concede.

“Wanna watch another one? You can pick this time,” his hand started tracing through your arm as you waited for the stupid end scene that was taking too long to start. Is it getting hot in here?

“Sure, whatever you want,” you mutter. He could have asked you for the most ridiculous thing and you would have still agreed to it.

Jae wakes with a start, the room was dark, the only light came from the still on TV. A show was playing softly, the clock under the tv read 3:45 am. He felt pretty hot, was the A/C not working?

He begins to shift when he realizes the position you both are in. Your legs were still tangled together, as if unconsciously refusing to let go of the proximity. You gripped his shoulder, your breath hitting his neck as you slept soundly on top of him. God, if this is a dream, let me never wake up, he thinks.

He usually hates being too close to someone, any sort of intimacy was bad news to Jaehyun. Either emotionally or physically, he kept everyone at a distance because he had seen it too often. How people settled for something they weren’t sure of and hurting those involved. He was aware he was too logical sometimes, but it’s what he knew to protect himself. Moments like these, they only lead to expectations and empty feelings, leaving behind only pain that even time couldn’t heal sometimes.

But why was he finding it so hard to untangle himself from your embrace? He should go to his bed and sleep comfortably, but at the same time, having you in his arms felt just right. Like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.

He could smell the light scent that was you and it almost made him squeeze you closer, as if it was possible. You smelled of spring, a light floral scent that reminded him of better days.

He was glad he woke up, he was going to enjoy every second of peace this brought him. He would store it in a little box and hold on tightly when the cold reality came back. As he fought with his drowsiness, he felt you nestle closer. He kissed the crown of your head as he finally gave in to sleep. I hope I dream of you… If this was love, he finally understood why sometimes the pain was worth a shot.

So stupid, sweet love song, extravagant rom-com

As much as I was happy, on the receipt there’s a red line

EndNote | I know this chapter was pretty short. In all honesty, I had written something else before deleting it entirely and starting again, but I really like the direction the story is going now. Hopefully I can update Part 3 tomorrow, but I'm really excited about it!

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Lets talk about how these spotify songs confirm byler’s endgame.

Will’s songs

Don’t you forget about me: illustrates Will’s feelings after Mike says they won’t be together for the rest of their lives (but have to get gfs). Love’s “strange” (stranger things). And Will fears change will pull them apart- and as it rains he hopes Mike won’t forget about him/ and questions if Mike will ‘ever love him’. And Mike in the rain (instead of “walking on by?”) calls his name.

“Tell me your troubles and doubts.Giving me everything inside and out and Love’s strange so real in the dark. Think of the tender things that we were working on…Slow change may pull us apart.Don’t you, forget about me.Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t.Don’t you, forget about me.Will you stand above me?Look my way, never love me?Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling.Down, down, down.Will you recognize me?Call my name or walk on by? rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling. “

“Don’t you try and pretend. It’s my feeling we’ll win in the end.I won’t harm you or touch your defenses-Vanity and security.Don’t you forget about meI’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby .Going to take you apart.I’ll put us back together at heart, baby Don’t you, forget about me.”

( Will physically took them ‘apart’ -from the photo. But in the end it’s also Mike who fears Will will forget about him too. And Will doesn’t harm Mike by picking at his insecurities - like lack of ‘security' in their relationship. But just says the truth that it’s “not possible” to replace him (after he moves). And of course deep down they know they’ll be together in the end. )

upsidedown: Just Will saying he loves Mike and he turns Will ‘insideout” (like the previous song) and “upsidedown”. And he loves him but he’s “crazy’ (cough ‘crazy together’) to think Mike is all his. But no matter what he’ll always love Mike.

“I said, “Upside down, you’re turning me.You’re giving love instinctively.Boy, you turn me inside out .And ‘round and 'round-Upside down…Instinctively, you give to me the love that I need.I cherish the moments with you… no one makes me feel like you do…I know you got charm and appeal.You always play the field.I’m crazy to think you’re all mine.As long as the sun continues to shine.There’s a place in my heart for you, that’s the bottom line.”

here i go again: Will saying he’s “not going to fall in love” ever (like he said in s3) cause he doesn’t want to waste time on Mike. But he keeps backpedalling on the idea and desiring to love Mike for ‘the rest of his days’. Like how Will said he thought they’d never get gfs but play games for the rest of their lives.

“ (verse 3)And here I go again on my own.Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known…Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone.And I’ve made up my mind.I ain’t wasting no more time . (verse 4)Just another heart in need of rescue- waiting on love’s sweet charity.I’m gonna hold on for the rest of my days'Cause I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams (verse 5) And here I go again on my own .Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known.Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone.And I’ve made up my mind I ain’t wasting no more time.BUT here I go again.Here I go again.Here I go again.Ooh baby, ooh yeah.”

Take my breath away: This excerpt speaks for itself that byler is real/endgame after Will moves/s4 and 5. XD

Mike’s songs

Will’s canon Spotify playlist. He ALSO has the song “I’m still standing” by Elton John (who is gay)? Aka cause Mike has a ‘romantic comeback’ with Will XD

I’m still standing’ is a guy bragging about a breakup and now feeling like a kid -lol Mike saying he feels like a 7 y old after the breakup . And moving on -lol it’s mileven). The album is from “to be continued...” I MEAN, C’mon. That’s , very on the nose for s4 byler happening after mileven XD

‘Your blood, like winter, freezes just like ice” (when El broke up with Mike , “cold as ice” played).”I got a taste of love in a simple way.And if you need to know why I’m still standing.You just fade away.Don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did?Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid.And I’m still standing after all this time.Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind.”

‘Baby I lied’, also reminds me of the byler fight where Mike insults Will/talks about El and then says to Will “ But, we’re not kids anymore. I mean, what did you think, REALLY? That we’d never get girlfriends? Sit in my basement and play games for the rest of our lives?” Causing Will to storm off crying- thinking Mike doesn’t even imagine Will being there for the rest of his life (in favor of a girlfriend).And then Mike (although already knowing of his feelings for Will) realizing that it wasn’t a temporary crush/phase- but that he was in love with Will. And only realizing he can’t live without him when Will left. Making it sink it to Mike that he was lying to Will during their fight.

“Did I say that I’d be okay if you said good-bye? And did I promise you I could take it if we were through? And forget about these feelings inside? Baby I lied when I told you I could walk away .Baby I lied…And did I ever tell myself I could always find someone else? Did I say if you left today it’d be no surprise? Did I ever leave any doubt I could hold up if you walked out? I know I told you that I could survive. Baby I lied…And now that I can see you walking out of my life . Saying good-bye, I realize….”

also ‘Love is a battlefield’ (could be recontextualized/interpreted through a que*r lens given the time period-typical hom*phobia) . Love would be considered a ‘battlefield’. ( The song could be. about 2 people refusing to state their feelings/ holding back from doing anything romantic. Despite both people in the song secretly knowing the other secretly reciprocates mutual romantic feelings) . But they fear pursuing anything cause society says their love would be ‘wrong’. It also reminds me of s3 byler fight . Both ‘standing’ secretly in ‘heartache’. One character in the song(Mike) being mean to the singer who’s angry and wants to go home (Will). Then after that (Mike/song character) begs the singer (Will) to stay but then is mean to the singer again . So in response (Will/singer) gets annoyed and then asks ‘am I in your way? or am I the ‘best thing’ you have?(s2 byler ref). And the singer could internally question if they made a move on the Mike (/song character) would they be rejected? And like that singer ,Will, also throws Mike’s words in his face by saying he actually did think they’d be together for the rest of their lives without girlfriends (cause he may suspects Mike is full of shit?). The singer pretty much says-when it becomes impossible to ignore your romantic feelings for me - you’ll realize you’ll need me ! The song also emphasizes they’re “young” (kids) and Will/the singer questions if their love will get “old” , but quickly decides their love can’t get ‘old’ or die (despite Mike’s lies stating the contrary) * Also saying “no promises” could be a ref to show it’s the opposite of mileven who have the promise line.*Seems like the song is from Will’s pov.

“We are young.(Heartache to heartache) We stand. No promises(No demands)…We are strong. No one can tell us we’re wrong. Searching our hearts for so long. Both of us knowing, love is a battlefield. You’re begging me to go. Then making me stay. Why do you hurt me so bad? It would help me to know : Do I stand in your way?Or am I the ‘best thing’ you have?When I’m losing control.Will you turn me away? And when all this gets old,will it still feel the same?There’s no way this will die. But if we get much closer.I could lose control.And if your heart surrenders-you’ll need me to hold.”

‘Kiss off’ could also be seen through a queer lens aka Mike trying to deny he’s gay but realizing at the end of s3 it’s not a phase. And hopefully learning to accept it in s4.

“I need someone, a person to talk to. Someone who’d care to love. Could it be you?could it be you?Situation gets rough. Then I start to panic. It’s not enough!it’s just a habit! Hey, kid your sick. Well, darling this is it! You can all just kiss off into the air!Behind my back I can see them stare.They’ll hurt me bad . But I won’t mind. They’ll hurt me bad, they do it all the time.”

El’s songs

The power of Love is the 1st song that shows El desire to learn about love despite it scaring her and not really understanding her relationship with Mike. (it’s a very heteronormative idea- “I’m your man /i’m your women” so we’ll fall in love). It also shows her more questionable behavior like spying on Mike. (The later songs illustrate mileven falling apart.)

“Even though there may be times it seems I'm far away. Never wonder where I am'.Cause I am always by your side.'Cause I am your lady.And you are my man...We're heading for something.Somewhere I've never been.Sometimes I am frightened.But I'm ready to learn of the Power Of Love.”

(The second song)Another one bites the dust is about a dysfunctional romantic relationship.

Girls just want to have fun illustrates El’s annoyance with both Hopper controlling her, and Mike (like Hopper trying to control her) and keep her away from the outside world. And just preferring hanging out with Max and not having a romantic relationship.

“ (verse 2)My father yells, "What you gonna do with your life?".Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one.But girls, they wanna have fun... (verse 4) Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world.I want to be the one to walks in the sun.Oh girls, they wanna have fun.Oh girls just wanna have.That's all they really want. Some fun.”

Don’t tell me lies - (El in s4) saying they’re whole relationship is a lie and she was ‘naive’ to think otherwise.But now she knows her Mike will be with someone else and their relationship was always based on a lie. And she’s ok on her own. “Every move you made before was never meant for real.Over my naivety is this how I should feel?...they'll never ever be another one.Don't tell me lies.Don't tell me lies.Looking back I realize it's always been this way.We must note what has gone and never turn away...Broken loose from indecision.Now I'm alright on my own...I guess I'm alright on my own.”

I feel like i’ve talked the lying aspect to death but it’s an important element to their relationship.

Mike while apologizing to El at the grocery store never apologizes for lying -despite it being the cause of the breakup . He never apologized for lying cause the love is the lie- like Max said “boyfriends lie ALL THE TIME”. And it’s why the camera panned to Will when Lucas asked why Mike lied to her. And he never answers El’s question of ‘why do you lie?!’ (he just looks up silent and guilt ridden). In s2, Mike says “i never gave up on you (to El). “ When moments earlier he says to Max “it took her just like it took Bob.” HE’S LYING AGAIN . He thought she was d*ad.Plus he also fought with Hopper in s2 (’about El’) in Will’s room too. He wasn’t actually calling Hopper the liar he was calling himself “a stupid disgusting liar”out of self hate . That scene was foreshadowing his lying to El in s3 (about his feelings for her). He blamed Hopper for his feelings for Will cause he told himself it wouldn’t have escalated if El had been around to ‘fix him’ . “I BLAME YOU! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OK! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OK. YOU STUPID DISGUSTING liar, liar, liar, liar”.starts crying.

In s3, mike (in Will’s room) did not reciprocate El’s kiss/ or say ‘i love you ‘ back and had his eyes open while the same exact song plays that robin came out to: called ‘the first i love you’. These are the only times the song plays in s3. The ‘first i love you’ also sounds like ‘the first lie’ - that song played when jancy said they were just friends. it sounds the same cause jancy lied about it not being romantic while mileven lied by saying it was.

Ugh- why are the tags not working? I guess , please, reblog if the tags continue to act up or else no one will see this.XD

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #el hopper #byeler

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