#if u don’t hate dream n appreciate the help he’s given to so many of ur faves

[literaphobe]

some dream smp fans will pat themselves on the back for not being a dream fan n then their fave is like also a white guy

#dream smp #mcyt #dreamwastaken #if u don’t hate dream n appreciate the help he’s given to so many of ur faves #this isn’t about u #but if ur one of those people who say omg i hate dream! #u can still like dream smp whilst hating dream w every bone in ur body!! #u r wrong :) #n also really weird/dumb

[hermit-pistol]

Guido Mista Fluff Alphabet:

Okay Mista fans, here’s your food. Only one more alphabet and this series will be one! Make sure to show love and read under the cut!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Mista has a super adventurous personality and this also shows in the activities that you two take part in. He always likes to do things that others would usually think of as silly, like going to the zoo. But! He always finds a way to make it entertaining and unforgettable. (Who wants to hold the baby kangarooooo)

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves your laugh, and whenever he gets to hear it, it feels like the best reward for him. While he may have flirted with his fair share of girls in the past, looks aren't most important to him. In order to get you rolling around on the floor, he'll have to pull out the big guns, of course. Sometimes he'll tag team with Narancia to pull pranks just to get a rise out of you.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Mista absolutely hates when you're sad because that also makes him feel sad. When he sees you sulking on the couch, he joins you, wrapping his large arms around you. He'll keep asking you why you're sad while sticking out his lower lip, (which was absolutely lethal for you). Soon after, you forgot why you were down in the dumps, which was Mista's main goal the whole time.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He's a romantic, so he's always thinking about the future and what it will bring in regards to his love life. Within a few years of dating, he'll already want to move in and get a dog. Maybe two dogs, who knows. He sees marriage, children, grandchildren...all of it.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Mista can be pretty stubborn in certain situations. He will make the plans for dates and activities that the two of you can enjoy. He'll always ask you for your input, of course. Overall, the balance of power in the relationship is equal.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Mista can be a little childish when disagreements are involved. There's a possibility that he'll use humor to get out of a sticky situation, but don't let him get away with this all the time. If he's in the wrong let him know, or else things can get blown out of proportion easily.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Mista thanks you for the companionship and happiness that you've brought into his life. You are the longest relationship that he's had in quite some time given his current line of work, and he loves that you have the patience to stick around with him. Even though his stand keeps him company most of the time, he's glad to share time with another human.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mista is very honest with you. Whether it be where he's going on a mission (sometimes, Bruno yells at him for telling you this), or telling you about his past before joining the organization, he's very transparent with you. You appreciate this, and make sure that you do the same. Hardly any secrets are kept between you.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Like R mentions 👀, you inspire him to keep himself clean. Of course, a normal person would want to keep up with appearances but Mista is a very special guy.... While he was cheerful before the relationship he's over the moon when he sees you and prioritizes your time together.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Mista will be quiet, which is very uncharacteristic of him. His stand will always manifest and say whatever he’s thinking, probably along the lines of taunting and verbally harassing the person you’re talking to before they eventually grow frustrated and walk away. The Pistols would cheer, celebrating their victory.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Mista's kisses are very eager and wanting. In addition, he doesn't care who's around and has absolutely no problem with kissing in public. Even if you blush and get embarrassed this only give him another reason to hold you tighter and go to town. Prepare yourself... 😳

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Mista will literally confess to you on the street. The first time he tells you that he loves you is actually in casual conversation. You had to do a double take, and he merely shrugged in response. It would take some getting used to, but you were elated that he felt the same as you!

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He'll want to get married after his time in Passione is over, or at least has settled down to where he can live comfortably with you. The ceremony will be small, with only a few family members attending. Even if you haven't yet upgraded to a larger living space, he'll want to start a family right away. If you decide you're not ready you remind him that the Pistols are already his children.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Every name invented is fair game. He loves using stupid niche names too that come up after a few months of dating. Examples include but are not limited to: "green bean", "lil mami", and "bicycle crusher" (the last refers to your thighs in a related incident).

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He tells the gang that he's crushing on someone all the time, so when he first reveals that he's in love they really don't believe him at first. Although he "always says that", it's the Pistols that escalate the situation even further. Whenever you're along with him they'll come out and start egging him on with kissy noises and the like. He'll turn as red as a tomato when you grant him his wish.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Mista LOVES to show you off in public, and he loves watching the reactions of the passerby as he has an arm slung around your waist traveling dangerously close to your butt. It drives him nuts that out of all of the guys in Italy you chose him, and now that you two are a couple he wants to show the world.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

While many other guys may hate the concept of hugging, Mista loves it wholeheartedly. Whenever you're having a bad day, a good day, or are just walking around he won't hesitate to wrap his arms around you and smile. Sometimes the Pistols will even join in for a group hug! He's basically the hug king, and you're not opposed to that role.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Very romantic babey. Since he’s so smelly he would suggest taking a bath or shower with you. This will take some extreme confidence from both of you. Whether it becomes sexual or not, just being intimate in this way is so special to him.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He believes in you like nobody's business. Also, he loves seeing when you follow through with your goals and sees your dreams coming to fruition! It's extremely exciting for him, and you love seeing his reactions to watching you succeed.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Mista loves the thrill that life and living provides. There's something new that arises every day you spend with him, and you never get bored. Loves booking hotel rooms for trips and the like and not telling you until the night before, which can be stressful yet cute.

U nderstanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Mista is stupid but means well. Sometimes you can quiz him, and he'll still forget something as simple as your favorite food, or your favorite color. In time, he'll learn more about you and your emotions, but for now every time you tell him a fact about yourself he'll write it in his phone so he doesn't forget. 🥺

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Mista will be so cheesy about telling you how much you mean to him. -"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...."- <-- If he pulls anything like this he usually givers you permission to slap him. You're one of the only partners that's stuck around with him for this long, and he's not planning on letting you go any time soon.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Mista insists that he should help around the house at times, and this means that he's going to help with the chores in any way that he can. You end up assigning him grocery shopping (a big mistake). He is so unorganized and claims that he doesn’t need a list to go off of, and this usually results in him buying whatever he wants. Watch him get all the way home and still manage to forget the milk and bread. Good thing he bought the family pack of ice cream sandwiches though.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

If you look up affectionate in the dictionary, there's a very good chance that you'll see Mista's name. He loves to cuddle with you and especially loves to nap with you because of the intimacy. Mista can nap anywhere, anytime, but he prefers falling asleep with you in his arms!

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Mista will be soooo needy when you are away, and so will the Pistols. When you have the free time between class or meetings he'll call you begging for you to come home with his six children screaming in the background. Eventually, it'll get to be too much and you have no choice but to come home, much to his delight. He'll never let you go.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Mista will definitely buy you presents if he has the money at hand. Expect lavish gifts like jewelry and clothes from him, whether it's a special occasion or not. If he could, he'd give you the world, but at times you have to remind him that you have more than enough and you don't need to be impressed by physical possessions.

#only one more boys #let's goooo #guido mista #guido mista x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jojo #jjba #jojo headcanons #jjba headcanons #fluff alphabet #600 Follower Special #please enjoy!

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

For the NSFW alphabet, Obi-Wan Kenobi?

A/N: A quick reminder to COMMENT AND REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THIS!!! The tags hate me personally and these take just as much effort as drabbles or one-shots.  Help a girl out.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s so attentive to your needs. You could ask him for a specific type of soup made in an obscure restaurant somewhere in the depths of Coruscant and he’d find a way to get it to you.  Most of the time though, he’ll run a bath or hold you close and overall make you feel comfortable and loved.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your lips.  He loves the way they feel on his.  He loves the words that spring from them.  The mind that gives them motion.  The way they curve into a smile or poke into a pout he just wants to kiss away. 

For himself, Obi Wan is very proud of his hair; both the kind of his head and his beard.  He takes the time to care for it and absolutely loves the feeling of your fingers running through it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Obi-Wan rarely cums inside you unless you specifically ask him to, even with a condom.  Maybe it’s paranoia, but he even if he’s enjoying himself in the moment, some part of him starts to panic the second he comes down from his high.  Rather than go through all of that, he ends up cumming on your stomach more times than not.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not long after meeting you, Obi Wan had his first wet dream he had since he was a teenager.  Usually he’s able to control such urges, but something about seeing you in that outfit, speaking with Senators and holding the confidence of a queen did things to him.  It took him almost a week of meditation and serious concentration to be able to even look you in the eye.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Extremely limited.  Like one person limited.  Like Satine and only once limited. He only starts doing his research under a deep layer of encryption code when you get together.  Even then, he prefers to learn through trial and error.  There are some awkward nights, but you know he’s trying.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Call him basic, but missionary.  He likes being able to see your face.  He loves having full access to your mouth while pulling you close to him.  Not to mention it’s easier for him to pull out when the time comes. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He switches back and forth between studious observation on what you do and don’t like, and being a sassy little bitch. He knows there are going to be moments when he’s still figuring out exactly what he’s doing and so has to make a joke to ease the tension.  Also, he likes to tease you.  It’s his thing.  Almost a reflex at this point.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He hasn’t really been paying attention besides keeping it all clean, but once you get together he takes the time to trim it back at least.  He takes pride in his hair, no matter where it grows.  And there is quite a bit down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Obi Wan can be such a romantic and nobody can convince me otherwise. There have been times he just comes to your room with absolutely nothing smart to say and just kiss you like you’re the most precious thing in the universe before you even start undressing.  You guys don’t get a lot of time together and Obi Wan want to make the most of it while you can.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Obi Wan has some Catholic level guilt when it comes to masturbating. He hasn’t really done it since he was a much younger Padawan and when he’s with you, he’s had enough training to wait until he can see you again. It’s when he’s on Coruscant with you and can’t touch you that’s the real kicker. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Major praise kink, both giving and receiving.  He loves nothing more than worshiping your body, whispering soft insistent praises in your ear.  And when you turn the tables? When you tell him how good he makes your feel, how perfect he is, how precise and attentive; he loses it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

You’re either at your place outside the walls of the Senate or the Jedi Temple OR you’re in some rented room far away from where anyone else can find you.  It’s not ideal, but Obi Wan doesn’t want to risk people finding out about the two of you.  It bothers you sometimes, but that’s the deal you made to be with him.  When you’re in your home, you can relax and actually be together like a real couple.  It’s nice, to pretend for a little while.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Competency.  Seriously, the moment you give a rousing speech to the Senate or rescue him from an attack or even just hold your own in a fight, he’s practically vibrating as he waits for a moment alone with you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Age play or just a big age difference period.  Padawan/Master relationships are going be thrown right out the window.  He sees it in the same light as a parent and child and any reference to it genuinely turns his stomach.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He gives and receives with equal enthusiasm.  The sight of your lips wrapped around his cock is mesmerizing with the added bonus of him feeling free to cum inside you at he wishes.  Seeing you lick cum off your lips sends him.

At the same time, hearing the noises that spill from those lips as he goes down on you can be just as enticing.  He loves the way you yank at his hair when he does something truly magic with his tongue.  He loves your taste and takes a kind of pride at the bread burn on the inside of your thighs, even if you don’t always appreciate it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual is the way of the game more times than not. Like I said before, you don’t have as much time together as other couples and so Obi Wan wants to take his time with you, drawing out the pleasure for as long as he can.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

That’s going to be a negative.  Quickies imply you can’t take your time because one of you has to be somewhere which means someone will come looking if you’re not there on time.  Quickies can easily be lead to being caught and Obi Wan cannot relax long enough to have one.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Obi Wan really is willing to try most anything with you so long as you discuss it before hand; just so long as it’s no where near the Jedi Temple. Have a mentioned he’s completely paranoid about being caught?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It takes him a little while to build his stamina, given his lack of experience, but he can go for a while now.  He usually is good after one round, but he makes it last as long as possible, making you cum at least twice, if not more before he does.  That being said, if it’s been a really long while since you’ve seen each other, he can go for two or three.  Jedi recoup powers are a very real thing.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any himself, but like I said he’s willing to try anything with his partner so long as they discuss it before hand.

There is something to be said for him being able to hold you down while he teases you with a vibrator and making you cum over and over again.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Once he figures out how; he’s the biggest fucking tease in the galaxy.  He’ll let you linger on the edge for well over an hour before he lets you cum. And for all his talk about not getting caught, damn does he like to get you hot and bothered in public.  If it wasn’t for his reputation of flirting with everyone then you’d be in much bigger trouble.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He usually a bit more quiet almost out of habit.  His words never rise beyond a whisper in your ear and his muffles in moans by burying them in your skin.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is terrified at the idea of you being pregnant; not because he doesn’t want to be a father, but because he knows he would. 

When you’re together in secret, he can pretend like he can have both; being a Jedi and being with you.  But, if you became pregnant? He knows he would leave the Jedi Order in a second, no questions asked.  You could ask him tomorrow and he would probably say yes.  The only reason why you don’t is because you know how important being a Jedi is to him.  And knowing deep down inside you have that kind of power over his future terrifies him, but he loves you too much to let it scare him away.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s hung and he doesn’t even know it. It takes everything in you not to drool when you first see it; long and thick, but not so much for it to hurt.  He actually ask you how he compares and you have to lie; you can’t have his ego boosted anymore or his head will explode.  (He finds out later, but details)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not extremely high, but just high enough that as soon as he’s given his report to the Council after a mission he’s at your door and kissing your senseless.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once he knows you’re comfortable, he’s out like a light.  You feel a kind of pride in that, knowing that he trusts you enough to relax and actually let sleep take him. 

#obi wan #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #star wars imagine #the clone wars #star wars #lemon

[itsmattsunshinehere]

So here goes nothing....😅😅😅 I have thought of a scenario where a student is studying marketing and has offered herself to promote karasuno's volleyball team. And as she is working with them she makes friendships and developed crushes and love and all that good stuff. With a lot of fluff please.♥️😋♥️ If u can't that's just fine still will love everything you put out your so talented and I love you♥️♥️♥️♥️

Okay so first IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG PLEASE DONT HATE ME 😫😫

I had some difficulties writing it because I didn’t know if you wanted reader to come from Uni or simply Karasuno. You also talked about developing crushes and Im a fool for Daichi so yeah it turned out as a Daichi x reader lol But feel free to ask for another one if you don’t like it!! Thanks for your request, you’re so kind and honestly I think there are people here on Tumblr more talented than me but omg thank you I love you please let me know what you think!! 💘💘💘

-L

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Sweet lovin’.

Sawamura Daichi x reader.

synopsis: just Daichi helping you open a letter from your University.

word count: 1.6 K

tags: fluff

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"C’mon Y/N, open it!" the boy on your right encourages you.

You're a little anxious, your hands are shaking slightly while you carefully unlock your phone. You can't calm down: you know how important is that email, you've been waiting for two weeks now. You open the inbox, but immediately lock the screen, not feeling brave enough.

You knew that getting into the university you were aiming to wouldn't be that easy, so you immediately took as many courses you could to prepare for the various entrance tests you’d have to do. Even so, when you found out you had to bring a completely new and original project, (the promotion of a product completed with data and graphs concerning sales), you were quite surprised not expecting it and soon you started panicking as you saw the million challenges you’d have to face, not to mention all the pressure you felt: after all it was the task you would have to submit if you wanted to be admitted to the marketing courses in what could be your future University (if you made it).

You are resolute and organised, you’ve been making plans for your future since you were really young, thinking about what your job would be when you grow up. You've always liked to read and recommend books to your friends or parents, so you decided to work for a publisher and evaluate which manuscripts to publish and which to discard. But it is clear that to do such a job you also need to know how to sell a product: it is therefore essential for you a degree in Marketing and Communication. You had calculated everything, down to the smallest detail, and yet in front of that email just over two months ago you had trembled, finding yourself deadly worried. On the other hand you had never done anything like this, starting from scratch, without anyone’s help and that’s what was most likely to have determined your admission.

For days you were scrambled to come up with an idea that could represent you 100%, and then you found yourself one day in the school gym in front of the entire men's volleyball team, on the orange flyer in your hands it was written in capital letters "LOOKING FOR HELP FOR OUR MANAGERS."

"Help us grow! If you are interested, come look for us: Sawamura Daichi (3rd year, section 4); Shimizu Kiyoko (3rd year, section 2)."

You immediately saw the opportunity behind that simple piece of paper. You had found your "product" to advertise, it was the opportunity you were looking for and you could not let it got; that's why you let instinct take over you and you headed straight to the gym; you hadn't given it too much thought, knowing too well that if only you'd stopped for one more moment to reflect, you'd only come out with more doubts.

You were presented to your "project" and they had welcomed you with open arms, especially Nishinoya and Tanaka, happy to have more people in their big family and that could lighten the load of work for Kiyoko and Hitoka. Although at first you had no intention of becoming a manager of Karasuno, day by day you had bonded more and more with those guys, finding yourself one day crying in front of everyone because of how boded you were when Hinata gave you with a beaming smile the team uniform. You had learned to appreciate each one of them, everyone with their own special personality, trying to help them as best you could during their training: several times you happened to assist Kageyama and Hinata till late and help them improving their spikes, or healing the wounds and bruises that Noya got, not to mention all the afternoons spent trying to comfort Asahi, in an attempt to raise his self-esteem a little. Then along with Hitoka and Kiyoko you draw posters and opened a fund for the team, you created a page on Facebook by posting constant updates, just as you had created a Twitter profile where only the three of you, Daichi, Suga and Professor Takeda had the access (coach Ukai refused to take part in something that complicated). You saw how slowly your crows got up again attracting more and more attention, just as you had seen your project take shape and come true.

After about a month of joining the team, you had taken the train to Tokyo along with the three third year and Kiyoko, who had decided to come with you to bring all the necessary documents for the application and the eventual registration. Careless as you are, you would surely have got lost, that's why Suga asked you if he could join you and after hearing him, the others had also offered to keep you company along the way.

Finally, another email had arrived on your phone: for three days you did not even look at your inbox, too scared to find out that you had been refused. Not to mention that of all the possible days Suga, being aware of your crush on the captain, had decided that today was the best day to give his contribution and leave you alone with Daichi to tidy the gym putting the last things in place, hoping that you will muster up courage to take the first step and confess. It’s obvious saying that his hopes are unfortunately misplaced.

Daichi, being the kind person he is, seeing you more nervous than usual asks you if you had heard from the University and suddenly you turn pale, telling him all your concerns.

"Good heavens Daichi, I can't do it, please look instead!" you beg the boy by your side. You have the feeling that, if it’s him the one who's telling you you've failed, it's going to hurt less than reading it with your own eyes. The captain picks up your phone with one hand and yours with other, making you blush instantly.

You don't know how or when you started having feelings for him, you only know that at some point you started paying a lot more attention to what he told you and noticing all the details of his face: how he purse his lips when he scores a point, how he snaps his tongue with frustration when during training he fails to serve or receiving Asahi’s services. Of course, you immediately tried to hide it all, choosing to focus on the first years and prevent Tsukishima and Kageyama from biting each other’s face off.

"You have to tell me the passcode, Y/N." he replies with a chuckle, trying to calm you down by caressing your hand in circular movements, causing the opposite effect.

You feel your heart beating wildly, you're not used to having so much skinship between you two, neither being so close with him. Of course, it had happened other times that accidentally in removing the net he touched your hand, but you always tried to pretend as if nothing happened, obviously failing: Tsukishima and Sugawara immediately understood that you had feelings for him, as well as Kiyoko, who immediately encouraged you along with the setter.

You give him the password and watch him carefully swipe his fingers across the screen, opening the inbox and reading the email carefully. After what seems like centuries, he rolls his eyes towards you and with a smile he turns your phone towards you. You rip it out of his hands and read until you find the magic word: ACCEPTED.

"You made it Y/N, you got accepted." He congratulates you and, in a moment of pure euphoria, you throw your arms around his neck, clutching him as tightly as you can as he bursts out laughing and hugs you back.

You feel so comfortable in his muscular arms, you feel warm, feeling almost as if you were home. You would never want to move away, but after a few seconds you two separate, you redder than ever, while he looks at you, smiling, holding once again your hand with his and you look down on the ground regretting being so careless.

"Sorry, I didn't want to jump on-" You interrupt as soon as Daichi raises your chin and brings your face close to his, looking into your eyes, his lips brushing yours, softly, delicately, kindly, almost as if he's afraid of breaking you.

When you separate you look at him surprised, with your mouth agape, unable to say anything, because DAICHI JUST KISSED YOU. You are speechless, trying to understand that what just happened is not a mere dream. The boy meanwhile waits for your reaction, but seeing that you are still silent he lets out a laugh, rather embarrassed by all that courage he showed you just now.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I don't know what’s gotten into me. I'm sorry I should have told you first, but you know I like you so much that seeing you-" he tries to explain you, but you interrupt him right away.

"You what?!" you ask him, your eyes wide open, as he looks at you even more nervous than before, he just wants to sink and disappear sucked into the ground.

“Yes, I've liked you for a while, I thought I'd tell you one of these days. I thought it was pretty obvious..." He tells you, scratching the back of his neck with one hand. You suddenly take the other hand.

“I like you too!" you say with a smile. You remind him so much of a little girl who just got the gift she wanted for her birthday. He can't help bursting out laughing again seeing your happy eyes, wrapping you again with those arms you love so much.

“That’s good, you know? I was dying of shame." He whispers sweetly in your ear, while you smile, letting yourself sink in the warmth of his embrace, chuckling back.

#anime #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haiky?!! #daichi x reader #hq daichi #daichi #daichi sawamura #daichi sawamura x reader #karasuno x reader #karasuno #karasuno daichi

[suggable]

Im going to write down my second experience seeing Day6 live mostly for me, but feel free to read it after the break if you want (please do not reblog it tho) ✨ a little warning i’ll probably get very emotional and personal and this is going to be Very long and probably will get incoherent at some point!!!!!

I saw Day6 yesterday in Madrid for the second time, and not to be dramatic but it was probably one of the best experiences of my life 😭💕 I already had lots of fun last year but this year’s concert was not only fun but very meaningful for me.

As some of you may know I finally finally finished this week my architecture studies after 6 and a half very long and tough years. The last two have been especially hard, aproximately the same ammount of time I’ve been following Day6 closely. When I first discovered their music I immediately fell in love with it, and I fell in love again when i got to know them. I can positively say they’re the closest artists to my heart, my soulmate band. I do love and appreciate a lot of other artists but the way I love day6 it’s.... unparalled. I’m gonna stop being cheesy now hfjjsjka but knowing that I was going to see them again and meet them after all the constant exhaustion that my master’s has been has given me so much strenght during those all nighters and endless days working on my project kjfdkjjks 

I’m privileged enough to have been able to get vvips tickets this time but tbh that’s not important, the whole experience of the concert it’s what makes it worth it. Me and my friends decided not to go queueing very early bc we wanted to be well rested and we knew we were going to have a good spot in any case. We were so lucky yesterday’s weather was sort of warm, considering our awful awful experience from last year jkdjkskj. I’m so happy we were so prepared this time, we brought lots of snacks and blankets for the queue. We also prepared some fanart freebies to share and trade and it was the nicest experience, everyone there was so so lovely!!! I had such a great time only waiting in line and chatting with myday ^^ After we got out numbered wristbands we picked up our signed entropy copies. I got the “Sweet” version which is my fave!!! I traded around the pcs so i ended up with all Sungjin and Dowoon jhjfhjsdj (and the loveliest Dopil pc 😭❤) I was so happy we didnt have any trouble with queueing or numbering this time!!!!! Then we went for lunch and almost didn’t make it back on time bc it took us ages to get out meals n we wanted to leave all the heavy stuff and coats at the car jdfjkdkjskk but!!! we made it thanks to the lovely people next to us in the queue!!!

We finally got into the venue (which is so big!!! and we filled it!! im so PROUD) and my friends were headed to the left side where Jae is but I noticed the middle section was also kind of empty so we ran there kjkjfd and ended up in 2nd-3rd row!!! so we were in the middle and had a great view of everyone ^^ i felt kind of bad bc the people around us had been queueing from 3am and we’d arrived at 8:30 :P also next to us there was this korean girl who runs a Dowoon fansite and she was very nice and polite and she must kind of hate now me a bit bc I didn’t stop moving and jumping  i hope her pics came out nicely anyway!!! we only had to wait for an hour inside n we had lots of sweets to keep our energy up so it was quite alright :)

when they boys came out i noticed i had the clearest Sungjin visual so I ended up looking at him most of the time kjfjdkkkdksd i just couldn’t help it like the pics don’t do him justice he’s just so cute and expressive and makes the funniest faces when playing!!! and sort of bounces when playing which is the Cutest thing!!!!  there was some sort of problem with his guitars at first n seemed a bit annoyed but it turned out alright!! I also paid lots of attention to Jae bc he has Such Energy performing, the truest hype man!!! when he plays you can see he’s genuinely enjoying himself and loves myday so so much :(((( he interacted a lot with us!! 

Dowoon was also in front of me but he was covered most of the time by his drumset :(( I could see him making all these baby bird pouty faces or mouthing the lyrics and it was.... so CUTE :((((( he’s so cute i 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 also i was in awe at his drumming technique like he’s so so so talented and you can clearly see how much he loves it!!! He’s the best boy!!!

I had to move my head a bit to see YoungK and Wonpil and I tried my best looking at everyone when they were singing, but my eyes would automatically go back to Sungjin jfdjskjkaskj I can tell you Young K is very VERY Atractive when performing, he has a sort of magnetism!! He also seemed soooo happy and would jump around non stop and smile at the fans and just Bless us in general!!! Wonpil was sort of serious when playing but you could tell he was concentrated !!! Also his piano and dj skills im!!!!!! like when he plays the Time of Our Life intro so easily!!! i play piano and let me tell you it is difficult as Fuck!!! he truly is so talented!! plus when he was talking with us he was so playful and cute :(((((

Some concert Highlights for me: hearing Best Part live, also So Cool, TOOL, Headache, wanna go back!!! how to love!!! SWEET CHAOS!!!! also hearing WARNING again which may easily be my fave song of them now (well no...we all know it’s impossible to pick just one but yeah jkdfjskkç) also Colors!! when the first chords started playing i started tearing up n then the chorus came n i just broke down crying jsdsk I also cried during I Need Somebody and that bit when we sang back to them and we sang I Smile :((( also the fucking SOLOS hello most talented band in the universe????!!! but like for real they all sound so good live!!! i love that you can clearly hear the drums and keys and all the instruments, plus their vocals are just!! so!! good!!!!!! Jae and Young K went Mad with the adlibs I was living my best life!!!!! 

at some point i locked eyes with Sungjin n my potato brain decided the best thing i could do was to send a flying kiss his way so i did n he got so SHY!!!! and made a 😳😳😳😳 face jkdfjkjkjks i felt v awkward afterwards like i didnt know he was going to react that way jfdkjksa 

Also hearing them speaking spanish...fucking surreal...but when they did their ments in English!!! wow!!! they’ve gotten so good!!!! they kept saying they were so happy and this was the best way to end the tour and they’d grown so much, and reminding us to always be happy i :((((( Wonpil’s ment was the sweetest thing and he sent such an important message and I started crying again (and i made eye contact with Jae while ugly crying so i had to hid behind my banner jkdskjjkjdskks) and couldn’t stop through the whole length of their ments :(( i barely remember anything from young k’s bc i was trying to compose myself a bit jkfkjkjd Dowoon’s was so cute!!! He’d wait for the translator and make such funny faces i :((( Sungjin’s English and like Everything about him im so gone kjfkjjkds and then JAE’S...........

that was truly the Highlight of the night, what truly truly made everything special and what i hope will make them cherish and remember this night forever. So a bit of context: we had prepared a project where during For Me we would take out some prints of some of Jae’s encouraging and inspirational tweets and held them up. So at first Jae was surprised but I guess he didn’t have the time to read which specific tweets we were holing. Then during like the second half of the song he realised n got like v serious like he was trying not to cry...I remember Sungjin also realised bc he was looking at Jae just Knowing.... When we took the concert pics Jae asked us to take an extra one with the tweets bc he wanted it for himself....and then his MENT he thanked us for listening to him and letting him know we hear his words and basically acknowledge and validate him when he passes those life lessons to us and that it meant more than we could imagine....and he was getting more n more emotional n trying not to cry but im p sure he did...and then Sungjin and Wonpil came to his side n started doing this weird dance around him hdjfjjkskjsdkjskkkladsslk n cheered Jae up THEY’RE SO PRECIOUS :((((  but like moments prior u could see Sungjin just Waiting for it n smirking jkjkfdsjkjkkjs also the fact he immediately tweeted about it after the concert 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

the whole hi touch thing was such a fiasco but tbh i didnt have much hope to begin with jkfdjkdkjs they made us wear face masks as a prevention for the coronavirus break.........but it didnt really matter bc there was an insane number of vips so we were a LOT of pple for the hi touch...we were rushed n pushed n screamed at by both security n mmt staff....i was laughing at the whole absurdity of the situation n wonpil saw me hjdfkjksjks...we barely had time to say something and high five them but i did manage to say thank u to each of them n look them in the eyes at least!!! (they’re so beautiful from upclose!! and GIANTS! and sungjins eyes.........otherwordly) i felt so bad for the fans that were looking forward to it and for them as well bc you could see their apologetic faces....but anyways everything else went so well im not going to dwell on that!! so yeah i’ve met day6 but i barely remember anything kjjkdsjkd it feels like a fever dream :((((

but tbh considering everything it was the nicest experience!!! im so happy i had the chance to see them again n i hope they come back again!!! also i really wish they’d tour more cities, like there are so many mydays that deserve to see them too :((( 

ok im done with this whole essay like i could keep rambling and rambling but this is the most essential of it!!! if you also read this thank you!!!! please be happy and trust and listen to day6!!!❤💖💕✨🌟

#lau rambles #day6 concert #day6 in madrid #please dont reblog!!!!! #personal tag #day6 #i also made a more fun twt thread!!!

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REQUEST.: “ hi! idk if u have any rules against this but could you please do something with bucky where you’re best friends/he’s your trainer + you have an eating disorder and you don’t want anyone to know but you faint (or something else if it fits your storyline better) and are kind of forced to? Thank you <33″ A/N: Of course, I wrote it female since that’s what i’m most comfortable with, and I just gave her a name to make it easier. <3  Characters: The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Mia Warnings: MENTAL HEALTH, EATING DISORDER, ANXIETY, DARK THOUGHTS. Read with care. Summary: Mia is a rookie agent with an eating disorder who only has one person she feels good around. Word Count: 2800.  Picture source: found on google oml. 

Mia hated Tonys parties.

Mindless talking and laughing. Fake smiles. Drinking.

Pretty girls. Skinny girls.

Eating.

She swallowed at the last thought. Holding a drink in one hand and her purse in the other, she stayed close to the exit. She didn’t intend to drink it, but it might look weird if she didn’t have one. And she did not want exra attention in any way.

She loved Tony; he had given her the opportunity of a lifetime working with him and his team of Avengers. She just couldn’t stand being in these situations. And he knew that. He never forced her to come but he always invited her, so she had the option.

Although, for someone like Mia, who was a in many ways… sensitive, an invitation was something one couldn’t pass down. So, she always showed. She owed it to him. To them. She was never a good agent, but apparently, they saw potential in her and wanted to train her and help her up.

So, she would force herself through awkward small talk, questions.

They would always ask her things. She hated questions. They all led to an inevitable one.

“Hey Mia, wanna grab something to eat?” Natasha.

Mia almost jumped at the voice.

“Woah, easy there, space walker,” the older woman smiled.

Space walker. That was what they would call Mia. She was always lost in thought, far away, in the furthest back of her mind. Away from the world. It made her jumpy, which wasn’t fun for her but unfortunately, it was fun for everyone else.

Swallowing before putting on her usual smile that never really reached her eyes, she shook her head no.

“No thanks, Nat, I ate before I came,” she smiled at her friend. Lies.

“Yes, you always do, but you came 2 hours ago,” Nat pushed.

Mia knew Natasha wasn’t being nasty to her on purpose, but in her mind, she had a growing feeling of hate towards anyone who tried to push her in that direction. Mia was fully aware that to them, it wasn’t a big deal, so when they get a no; they ask again. Because surely, the question food and answer no could not go together.

But Mia wasn’t one to show her true feelings. They were always hidden and protected in the depths of her chest. She would just laugh along no matter how painful it felt. So, she did.

“I appreciate you looking out for me, I’m just not hungry yet,” Mia answered with a comforting smile and Nat shrugged before patting Mia’s shoulder, walking away.

These words were forged into her mind, on repeat. They were a mixtape that would start itself whenever the topic came up. Her mind was on autopilot. She had practiced these lines for a long time. This way it didn’t hurt her so much to talk about the subject of food, because the words she said were said so many times in her head that they were essentially meaningless in conversation.

She was a natural born liar. Maybe that was what Tony and his team had seen in her. She could lie like no one else. She even had Natasha fooled.

The only person she could not fool was a certain dark figure that would help her train at night. He was her complete opposite. Though so similar. The difference was her façade. He didn’t bother putting one up. Mia liked that about him. She liked a lot about him, but that was one of the things she admired.

And hated.

As if it was so easy to not give a fuck about everything.

He never showed up to these things. She liked that too. He didn’t do what he didn’t want. Though she wished he would come. She never really talked much when they were together. He didn’t either. It wasn’t necessary.

He saw straight through her. He didn’t say what he saw, he didn’t even say he did see through her. But Mia knew. He didn’t take anyone’s bullshit. He didn’t trust a word that came out of anyone’s mouth. He trusted himself.

You’ll never be pretty enough for him.

Mia closed her eyes tightly. She hated herself. She hated these parties, but there was one advantage to them. They were full of people. Noise. When she was here, the evil thoughts in her mind didn’t really push through that easily.

Hate was a strong word. She hated using it. Yet it felt right. She hated seeing herself. She hated hearing herself, all the stupid things she would say. She would usually practice what to say when she was on her own, making up small talk that would keep people entertained. But if she didn’t come prepared, her mouth would run free in a leap to save herself.

And she hated it. She wanted to sow her mouth shut. She wanted to be anything but herself. The only one who really made her feel slightly comfortable was her training buddy. He didn’t let her pity herself.

Put on something to hide your ugly curves.

Mia swallowed hard as she whispered to herself, “shut up.”

So, she decided she would retire from the party early, and go to the one place she knew he was.

After going through several work-out outfits, she had stood in front of the mirror. She had cried a little. Cursed a little. The regularly scheduled program for putting on clothes every day.

Her tears had ruined her make-up, so she had to remove it, and decided to just cover the redness around her eyes with some concealer. He had seen her without make up many times, it would be fine today too.

Poor guy.

Shaking her head viciously, Mia ran out the door, away from the mirrors and clothes. She took the elevator to the floor where they would train. It was 11.45 pm, nobody was there. Except James of course. He was always there when no one else was.

She stood in the shadow against a wall in the far end of the room, watching him. She was always nervous of approaching people. She wanted to know that she didn’t interrupt anything before stepping up to him.

He was sitting on the bottom steps of a big stand, flipping a knife elegantly between his fingers. The vacuuming feeling in her stomach turned to butterflies. There was something about a man doing something he’s effortlessly good at that was so compelling to her.

After watching him for a while, lost in thought and conflict with herself, his head snapped up. His eyes met hers.

Mia gasped. He gave her a little smirk before going back to his knife. Of course, she knew that he knew she was there. But she still got rudely pulled out of her day- eh, evening dreaming.

Taking a deep breath, she waddled over to him. She was always very uncomfortable in the beginning of situations. With others that nervousness just got worse as time went, but around James, she eased up a little. He gave her a tiny smile as she sat on the steps, away from him. None of them were very comfortable with people close to them.

Meeting eyes with him, she raised her brows. Her usual way of asking for a fight. He grinned and put his knife away before standing up. Mia stood up as well, stepping onto the mat in front of the steps.

James just stood there. He wanted her to go first. She hated that. She thought it was embarrassing, because she knew he was analyzing her body. She knew he did it to predict the moves, but she felt so… uncomfortable with him looking at her.

Mia wanted him to see her. She wanted to impress him. She wanted him to like her.

He’s just helping you out of pity for you.

Swallowing, she ran at him.

Of course, she doesn’t stand a chance to a man with super strength and a metal arm, but that was not the point.

She jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his torso. He caught her, though his metall arm was caught between her and his body, so she managed to grab his other one and twist it. He, of course, easily twisted it back out and pushed her body away with his metal arm. She stumbled to the floor but jumped up and an at him again.

This went on for a few minutes until she stepped back a little, breathing heavily. James gave her a smile, so she knew she didn’t do too bad.

She didn’t feel like he thought she was disgusting.

He doesn’t speak, you wouldn’t know.

The thought stopped her. Her body froze. James’ eyes went to her. She stared at him.

What if that was why he never spoke? Maybe he didn’t speak because he didn’t want to speak to her.

Oh my God, he does think I’m disgusting. How could I be so wrong the whole time?

Mia opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. He straightened his back up.

Her lower lip quivered, and she felt tears push their way to her eyes. James was frowning now.

Look at him. Look at you. You should’ve listened to us.

Mia felt cold. Like all the blood in her body just vanished to her legs. Her breathing got harder.

James slowly stood up and stepped towards her.

“I should’ve-” she started, but her vision was slowly turning to fog. Reaching out to grip anything, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t see.

 “What happened?”

“She fainted.”

“Yes, obviously, but why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you know anything?”

“How is you guys’ arguing going to help here?”

“I’ll see her later, don’t do anything stupid till I’m back, please.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“Yeah, great, whatever.”

Blinking, Mia squinted her eyes against the bright light.

What the hell?

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she reached up to rub her eyes. She noticed something pulling on her hand. Looking at it, she saw a tube in her arm.

Behind her hand, there was James. He was sitting on a chair next to her bed, looking at her with a frown.

Clearing her throat, she asked him what happened.

“You don’t remember?”

Mia looked at him for a good minute. Her mind was in pieces. But she did remember. She just didn’t know how she got where they were now.

“Yeah, I just… I meant how I got here.”

James nodded his head slowly.

“I carried you.”

Mia’s heart felt like it stopped.

“W… what?”

“I carried you. You fainted.”

Mia felt her heart drum in her chest. Now he knew how heavy she was. She couldn’t breathe. She wanted to scream. Now he knew how fat she was. That was it. She would never even look at food again. Never smell it. Never.

Her body was shaking, tears squeezed their way out of her eyes. The machines around her started making noises. James was calling out to her, but she couldn’t hear. She wouldn’t hear. She couldn’t look at him.

Someone burst through the door. She didn’t see who, didn’t care. All she cared about was how embarrassed and disgusting she felt. How ugly she felt. How fat she felt.

The people around her were running around, she didn’t know.

“It seems she’s having an anxiety attack. I need everyone to clear the room. Give her some space guys.”

Mia couldn’t breathe. The air would not go into her lungs. Her chest felt swollen. Her body hurt. Her head hurt.

“Sweetheart, breathe with me.”

A hand was on Mia’s forehead, stroking her hair. It felt good.

Don’t listen to her. Listen to us.

“Breathe with me now, come on Mia.”

She could vaguely hear the woman’s breaths. She tried to follow her rhythm.

You’re disgusting, and they all know it now.

Her tears wouldn’t stop as her shaking got worse.

“Come on Mia, look at the window. Look at the windowsill, follow it with your eyes.”

Mia looked over at it, it was blurry, but she saw it.

“Follow the top sill, breathe in. Follow the left sill, breathe out. Follow the bottom sill, breathe in. Follow the right sill, breathe out.”

As the woman was talking, Mia did as she was told. It was shaky. At first. Going around and around the windowsill more times than she could count, she noticed it got easier.

After a while of that, and of the woman brushing her hand over her head, she started feeling better.

Still not good, but better.

Her body slowly let the muscles relax. She sunk into the mattress. It felt like she was sinking into the ground. Relief flooded her system as she managed to take a deep breath in and a long breath out.

She couldn’t help the tiny smile that formed on her lips. The woman, who she now saw was a nurse, smiled warmly at her. She was an older woman. Probably a mother. Maybe even a grandmother.

“Hey, beautiful,” she whispered.

Lies!

Mia ignored the thoughts. She felt tears well up in her eyes again. But this time it was a strange feeling. It wasn’t tears of hate.

“I’m not beautiful…” Mia whispered back.

“Oh, yes you are. And you’re strong. Trust me when I say this, because my daughter was just like you. And she got through it,”

Mia sobbed into her shoulder as the woman hugged her.

“And I know you’re in a place where we can’t really pull you out. That’s your job. But it all starts with one tiny speck of hope, and I’m here to give you that.”

Mia squeezed the woman, she didn’t know what to say, or what to do. She felt her mind go into whirlwinds of emotions. She didn’t believe it, but she also didn’t believe the woman would lie.

“I won’t be able to help you once you’re out of the hospital, but I know someone who wants to. Someone you mean a lot more to than you think. The one that was the most worried out of all your friends,” The woman leaned back from Mia and smiled at her.

“I know you won’t believe it at first, but give him a chance, please. He has been here the whole night watching over you.”

Mia was confused. Who was she talking about?

The nurse stepped aside, and Mia could see James through the glass in the door. He was worried. She saw that. She didn’t understand why, but she couldn’t deny it.

“I haven’t told any of your friends. If you want them to know what you’re struggling with, that’s completely up to you. But this gentleman… you won’t have to tell.”

Mia looked at her with a shocked expression.

“What?”

She felt her walls, the ones she had worked so hard on building, crumbling. He couldn’t know.

“He’s the one who told me.”

Mia was even more confused. She shook her head.

“Wha- He doesn’t know.”

The woman smiled at Mia again.

“He said he’s known for quite some time. I need to see someone else now, but I’ll come back a little later. You want me to send him in?”

Mia was mortified. He couldn’t know. She would never tell a soul. She had promised herself. It was her secret. How did he know?

But she wanted him there.

She looked at the nurse, and she seemed to understand.

After she walked out, it took only a few seconds before James came in. He lowered the lights a little. He didn’t like bright lights, and she didn’t either.

He sat down next to her and looked at her.

Mia didn’t know what to say or do. Her mouth just hung slightly agape, trying to form words.

“You don’t need to say anything. Just know that I want to help.”

“… Why?”

“You’re… a little like me. You seem to know where to stop pushing me, others don’t. And... you call me James.”

His voice was low like a whisper, but firm. And Mia knew how much what he said meant. It was exactly that she liked with him as well.

“And… there is absolutely nothing wrong with how you look. To me…” he looked down, seeming to contemplate whether he dared to speak the next words.

“To me… you’re beautiful. And, not just because of your looks. You don’t give up. You keep fighting.”

Mia felt tears run down her cheeks. It was strange. Crying because you’re happy.

“No one has called me beautiful before…”

“That’s their problem.”

Mia didn’t know what to say now.

“You don’t need people who don’t do you good. You need those who wants to give you something back. You need me.”

Mia sniffed with a smile as she reached out for James to take her hand. He looked at it for a few seconds before grabbing her hand with his human one.  

“You know... this is the first time we’re talking.”

“Yes,” James gave her hand a firm squeeze. 

“And it will not be the last.”

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      *    𝖎𝖋   ur  ready  to  two  step  into  some  absolute  BULLSHIT  tomfoolery  ,  ya  girl  𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧  is  ready  for  u  with  my  lil  firecrotch  son  ,  𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖘𝖔𝖓  .  strong  silent  type  ,  ABSOLUTE  buffoon  ,  barely  keeping  it  together  so  hopefully  by  the  time  we’re  done  w  him  he’s  still  in  something  resembling  one  piece  :’)  all  my  love  to  u  and  u  cute  asses  !  i’m  so  excited  to  get  this  all  poppin  !

⋆  ╰  another   year   at   hollingsworth   ,  another   year   of   the  big   six rivalry   .   i   hear   that  SAMSON  MAILOTO   is   ensuring  SIGMA  ALPHA  NU   gets   a   solid   pledge   class   and   stays   at   the   top   of   the   ranks   .  oh   ,   you’re   not   familiar   with  HIM  ?  SAM   is   the  KJ  APA   look   alike   from  THE  BRONX   ,   NEW  YORK   .   a  part   of   PC  ‘16   ,  he  is   majoring   in  KINESIOLOGY   and   has   plans   to  ENTER  THE  MMA  AND  ESCAPE  FROM  THE  PUBLIC  EYE   after   undergrad   .   it   makes   sense   they   pledged   their   house   ,   their  PHLEGMATIC   &  SOLICITOUS   attributes   make   them   perfect   matches   .   however   ,   their  TREPIDATIOUS   &  AUSTERE   attributes   keep   their   name   alive   on  greek   rank   .   if   you   don’t   catch   them   dancing   to  BLEACH   -   BROCKHAMPTON   at   a   fraternity   band   party   this   year   ,   you’ll   be   sure   to   catch   them   nursing   their   morning   hangover   at  THE  SNU  HOUSE   .  cheers   to   another   wild   semester  !

⋆ ╰   𝑺 𝑻 𝑨 𝑻 𝑰 𝑺 𝑻 𝑰 𝑪 𝑺  .

𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍    𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 :     samson  ioaleki  mailoto

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬     :    sam  ,  sammy  

𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆    /    𝒂𝒈𝒆 :    february  4    ,    twenty

𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄     :    aquarius

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓    𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚    /    𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔     :     cismale  identifying    with    he  /  him  /  his  pronouns    

𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏     :     heteroflexible  and  pansexual  ;  he’s  never  actively  considered  himself  as  lgbtq+  but  has  also  never  given  it  much  thought  ddjdjdjdkjdk

𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏    :    kinesiology  major  at  hu  ,  aspiring  welterweight  mma  fighter  ,  us  olympic  representitive  for  men’s  boxing  in  the  2020  olympics

𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔    𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆    :    gryffindor

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏    𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅    𝒃𝒚     :     eliot  alder  from  mr  robot  ,  kylo  ren  from  the  new  star  wars  series  ,  detective  elliot  stabler  from  law  and  order  svu  ,  steve  rogers  from  the  mcu  

𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔    :    -    trepidatious  ,  austere  ,  apprehensive  ,  hesitant  ,  antisocial  ,  hostile  ,  bellicose  .

+        phlegmatic  ,  solicitous  ,  benevolent  ,  rational  ,  stalwart  ,  loyal  ,  reliable  ,  optimistic  .

𝑃𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑇  located  here  !

⋆ ╰    𝑨 𝑵 𝑻 𝑬 𝑪 𝑬 𝑫 𝑬 𝑵 𝑻 .

bullet  points  for  the  win  bc  who  has  time  for  all  the  tomfoolery  i  could  spew  from  my  ass  !

sammy’s  mom  was  a  housekeeper  in  upper  manhattan  for  some  fancy  dancy  homes  who  needed  their  gold  toilet  seat  covers  sanitized  3x  a  day  ,  u  know  the  type 🙄

samson  grew  up  in  a  run  down  apartment  in  a  small  samoan  community  in  the  bronx  and  has  always  been  a  lil  antisocial  weirdo  since  those  warm  dark  eyes  came  into  the  light  .  he  rlly  minded  his  own  business  n  wasn’t  really  curious  about  literally  anything  besides  running  and  wrestling  w  his  cousins  .  his  mom  struggled  to  keep  him  fed  and  housed  and  dressed  and  worked  relentless  hours  but  never  left  sam  needing  anything  ,  a  literal  fucking  legend  of  a  woman  and  he’s  proud  to  carry  her  last  name  !

sammy  always  felt  the  weight  of  never  wanting  to  be  an  extra  burden  to  his  mother  and  learned  to  really  be  self-sufficient  ,  likely  explaining  his  satisfaction  with  being  so  alone  

he  vaguely  remembers  the  night  his  life  changed  in  middle  school  ,  the  hushed  strained  whisper  from  the  living  room  ,  he’s  your  god  damned  son  too  ,  think  about  him  for  once  in  your  fucking  life  .  it  hit  like  a  fucking  train  once  the  story  picked  up  ,  5  time  nfl  superbowl  champ  father  to  secret  love  child  .  think  arnold  schwarznegger’s  secret  son  level  scandal  !  suddenly  his  shithead  of  a  dead  is  trying  to  salvage  his  image  ,  fighting  for  split  custody  arrangements  ,  telling  the  press  how  much  in  child  support  he  payed  ,  anything  to  save  his  ass

this  is  the  first  time  samson  remembers  being  fueled  by  rage  in  his  life  ,  as  a  relatively  well-tempered  child  ,  the  injustice  of  having  this  near-stranger  try  to  be  a  “  DAD  ” to  him  while  shitting  all  over  his  mother’s  name  made  his  fucking  blood  boil  and  becomes  a  theme  for  his  future

he  spends  the  next  chapters  of  his  life  going  to  the  fancy  private  schools  in  new  york  his  dad  picks  for  him  and  tearing  his  tie  off  on  the  ratty  bus  ride  into  the  bronx  to  go  home  to  his  mom  .  he  hates  having  to  haul  ass  back  and  forth  ,  wishing  he  could  stay  with  the  only  family  he’s  actually  given  a  shit  about  ,  but  bears  it  for  the  sake  of  not  causing  his  mom  any  more  torment  .  his  father  is  as  awful  as  could  be  imagined  ,  and  samson  hates  every  second  of  existing  with  him  ,  the  snarky  little  comments  at  school  and  in  the  ritzy  wealthy  circles  that  make  him  feel  more  of  a  black  sheep  than  he  ever  asked  to  be

this  becomes  the  root  of  his  anxiety  ,  bearing  the  weight  of  the  world’s  expectations  on  his  young  shoulders  and  repressing  his  own  needs  and  desires  as  a  result  .  he  goes  into  every  sport  imaginable  ,  his  father’s  DNA  being  increasingly  difficult  to  deny  ,  but  finds  a  particular  talent  with  fighting  and  takes  on  as  many  fighting  styles  as  he’s  able  to  master

turning  18  should  mean  freedom  for  sam  ,  but  nothing  is  ever  as  simple  as  he  could  ask  in  his  life  .  in  order  to  keep  the  child  support  payments  that  admittedly  help  keep  his  mother  afloat  ,  his  father  asks  one  more  thing  of  samson  :  hold  off  on  his  pro  mma  dreams  for  just  a  little  longer  in  order  to  attend  his  alma  matter  ,  hollingsworth  university  ,  as  a  publicity  move  and  then  he’ll  be  out  of  sam’s  life  in  every  way  except  financially  .  with  the  dream  of  completing  college  like  his  mom  always  aspired  for  him  ,  sam  agreed  and  went  on  to  appease  the  man  one  last  time  ,  joining  his  former  fraternity  to  sweeten  the  deal  (  and  secure  a  lovely  brownstone  in  his  childhood  neighborhood  signed  in  his  mother’s  name  )  and  is  a  year  out  from  graduating  and  letting  mma  be  the  only  reason  his  name  would  ever  appear  in  the  tabloids  .

⋆ ╰    𝑨 𝑵 𝑨 𝑳 𝒀 𝑺 𝑰 𝑺 .

personality  wise  ,  i  describe  sam  as  the  stupid  bitch  w  big  npc  energy  ,  if  u  want  him  to  talk  u  gotta  talk  to  him  first  and  even  then  he  might  just  give  u  that  hostile  stare  and  just  .. . .  remain  silent  KSDFSDF

he’s  about  as  NOT  a  people  person  as  physically  possible  ,  would  really  be  content  just  sticking  to  his  inner  circle  for  like  the  rest  of  his  life  without  concern  .  he  seems  like  this  rude  stand-offish  dick  but  the  truth  is  he’s  PAINFULLY  SHY  and  has  a  p  severe  case  of  generalized  anxiety  disorder  so  interactions  ?  w  new  ppl  ?  are  a  HARD  pass

did  i  mention  he’s  on  steriods  bc  that  def  adds  to  his  anxiety  and  hostility  !  lmao  !  he  started  juicing  in  high  school  when  his  dad  kept  pressuring  him  for  football  and  how  he  was  “  twice  your  size ”   at  that  age  ,  n  he  HATES  the  dude  but  he’s  also  lowkey  insecure  abt  his  lack  of  a  father  figure  so  ?  used  daddy’s  money  to  start  his  first  cycle  and  pay  off  to  test  clean  and  now  he’s  been  hooked  on  and  off  .  he’s  currently  starting  a  new  cycle  to  bulk  up  for  the  new  season  and  prep  for  the  2020  olympics  but  swears  he  wont  be  on  them  forever  :/

they  make  him  SUPER  aggressive  when  set  off  ,  it’s  a  decent  thing  that  sam’s  so  monotone  and  shy  that  he’s  also  pretty  laid  back  and  kinda  hard  to  rile  up  .  he  really  doesn’t  take  much  personally  and  won’t  do  a  huge  “  chest  pumped  bro  lets  do  this ”  show  bc  he  ?  thinks  all  those  guys  who  do  that  are  tools  LMAO  but  find  the  right  button  to  push  n  he’ll  become  the  very  thing  he  despises  !

if  u  can  get  past  the  literal  awkward  silence  and  resting  bitch  face  ,  sammy  is  actually  really  well  known  for  being  just  a  generally  decent  guy  .  the  perception  is  often  that  he’s  a  dick  bc  he  think’s  he’s  better  than  a  lot  of  ppl  ,  but  the  truth  is  he’s  just  too  nervous  to  start  conversations  n  most  ppl  assume  its  an  ego  thing  vs  a  “  i’m  about  to  piss  myself  thinking  abt  all  the  ways  this  convo  can  go  wrong  so  i’ll  just  not  talk  and  glare  @  u  instead  ”  thing

if  he  had  his  shit  together  he  would  definitely  qualify  as  a  dad  type  ,  but  since  he  doesn’t  ,  he  won’t  SSHSHSHSH  but  he’s  really  just  a  softie  deep  down  ,  he  has  a  stupid  as  HELL  sense  of  humor  and  is  really  objective  and  level  headed  .  the  gryffindor  in  him  is  DEEPLY  loyal  ,  like  to  the  death  ,  but  he’s  got  lots  of  hufflepuff  in  the  sense  that  he’s  really  willing  to  get  his  hands  dirty  to  help  those  in  need  .  u  need  help  moving  ?  someone  to  keep  u  company  while  u  babysit  ?  feel  nervous  walking  alone  after  class  at  night  ?  sammy  might  leave  u  on  read  if  u  text  him  bc  he’s  a  Dumb  Bitch  like  that  but  he’ll  show  up  on  the  dot  ,  hands  in  pockets  ,  exactly  where  u  asked  him  to  be  ready  to  do  what  u  asked  him  to  do  .  the  mans  is  a  super  hard  worker

he  def  still  feels  kinda  weird  at  uni  ?  he’s  p  smart  but  some  of  the  classes  unrelated  to  athletics  and  anatomy  have  given  him  a  REALLY  tough  time  (  dance  appreciation  for  his  fine  arts  credit  almost  tanked  his  gpa  LMAO  )  and  he’s  not  top  of  his  class  or  anything  but  ppl  still  try  to  talk  to  him  bc  of  the  whole  “  famous  dad  ,  future  olympian  ”  thing  ,  which  he  can  pick  up  from  a  mile  a  way  and  makes  him  super  uncomfortable  .  even  being  in  a  frat  w  a  bunch  of  old  money  rich  boys  makes  him  DEF  feel  like  the  odd  one  out  ,  and  he’s  just  counting  down  the  days  until  he’s  OUT  OF  HERE

in  conclusion  :  i  love  u  all  .  lets  suffer  together  .  :~)

#rank:intro #love u all sm :' ( #i'll have emmy's done tomorrow i hope !

[puppyrogue]

//I guess this is a ‘Good Bye’ ?

** THIS MIGHT BE A BIT OVERDRAMATIC (until we know for sure how this is gonna go)... BUT, I JUST WANTED IT TO BE POSTED, JUST IN CASE.**

I live in Europe, and you guys might’ve seen this post flying around.. 

   Which means I might, along with my fellow European role players, have our content deleted...? And won’t be able to see any content from you, either.

   So... if/before this happens, I wanted to Thank You All, from the bottom of my heart for following me, interacting with me, having great threads and making wonderful friends through these years. It really means a lot to me and I will remember all of you, forever. And have memories of our times here. (I might save everything, print it out and keep in in a safe lmao WHAT A CRIMINAL)

I’ve role played Axel for about... well, it’s close to 5 years now. It’s insane. It’s been a great ride..   some ups and downs, like everyone has, but happily mostly Amazing times.

Some of you have followed me– we’ve been mutuals since day One. And I just want to say, I love you and thank you for sticking around, even though we might not have played much together, or at all. Just reading each others interactions has been great and you are all doing such a great job, I hope you know that. Be proud of your character, and your work.

I’m really not good with good bye’s... fucking.. separation anxiety. But I’d like to Highlight some people that have been an honor to play with and some that I have absolutely adored just stalked throughout these years. (this is in no particular order, I love each and everyone of you ♥ And I wish I could write something about everyone of you, but... I don’t know if I have time. I might be shut down at any second and this point hah!)

@samscudder – You’re the most amazing artist, amazing writer and story teller. You have an incredible imagination and I hope you continue to use that fantastic mind of yours. You’re a great person, friend. Honest, fair, smart and kind. And you’ve had such patience with me, and the way I’ve portrayed Axel. When it’s not have been nowhere near Canon, you’ve been OK with that, or given me feedback to help and you’ve taught me a lot of things I didn’t know, you’ve helped me and answered the most stupid questions, and I just fucking love you. ♥ 

@roguette-skater – We started playing pretty early in my DC Comics years, when I had just started to read the Flash comics and fell in love with the Rogues, and Axel. I was impatient and made a rp blog without having enough knowledge about this little brat, but you were fine with it. And for that, I’m very very grateful. I was new to OC’s but reading your character Louise, I was just amazed by her and instead of having her and Axel ‘meet for the first time’, went with that they had basically grown up together. I regret nothing. It’s an amazing sibling relationship and I thank you for creating such a wonderful character. And thank you for letting me play with you. ♥

@i-still-quote-twain – I want to, of course, Thank you as well for letting me play with you. And apologize for have bothering you so much with my damn obsession that is Mark/Axel. Also thank you for it. The artwork you created of them is my absolute favorite piece and I want to thank you for tagging me in it. It means a lot that you took some of your time and energy to draw it. I didn’t even know that you were, but it was hiiiiighly appreciated and thank you thank you thank you. It’s been an amazing time, and amazing, funny, emotional threads we’ve had and I have adored every single one. I hope you have too! ♥ 

@perfectedrobin – Dan.. Dan, dan, dan...      I don’t know what more to say than a sincere Fuck You.

Hahaha!

Nah,   You are like...    I don’t remember how we started talking, but when we did, we just clicked. That sounds so romantic wtf.  hey if I get a dick will u date me

 I love the “hateful”-playful-sarcastic-friendship kind of thing.. and we have that. (Or maybe you do hate me. The fuck do I know.)  But anyway, Damian and Axel. The hell is all that about. It all started with a joke, and then the joke became more of a joke and it became a hot fucking joke. I love it. It’s not what I usually like for Ax, him having his fucking Daddy Kink and all.. but Damian and Axel, their impossible fantastic duo, as ..friends??? and two dudes, opposite side of law and morals, but still not that different at all, working together... it’s perfect. It’s been a fucking pleasure, man. ♥

@exrogue – Bells, the Shane to my Ryan. Digger couldn’t have been portrayed this well by anyone else, in my mind. Holy fuck, dude. Your writing and your portray of the damn drunk is A+ in every category and when we first started writing together, I was a nervous wreck, but you turned out to be just as strange of a fellow as I am and boiiiii  we need to hang someday. I’ll come down, alright. We should do some ghost hunting, bruh. Wheeze around a little bit. We should bring @i-still-quote-twain as well. Unsolved Fan, there too. It’d be great. And you could laugh at me being the more ridiculous kind of Ryan than Ryan. Imagine that.       Anyways... Thank you for putting up with my shit ♥

@one-rogue-army – Gosh, your writing and your character and amazing development of him and mine! It’s been such a great time writing with you. A lot of Ax’s character development has been thanks to Tony, and I’m really glad you wanted to play with me. Humor and Angst, it’s two of my favorites, and you’ve given me both!  Don’t ever change, because you are one of the kindest people I have ever had the pleasure to meet. ♥ @mamasbvy – Yo, yo, yooooo...   Boii, have I loved playing with you... I wouldn’t have dreamed of Axel getting some actual loving and from someone who truly means his best. I am absolutely stunned by your character and I wish he was real, because damn, son. D a n g.   Thank you, for everything. These two has it all, and that is exactly what they need. Your writing is inspiring and I hope you keep it up, because it really pulls you in to the story. I will love this ship and carve it into the wood of my own casket.     Wow that’s bizarre but I love you, and again thank you ♥

@queryxecho – THE MOMS TO MY BOY. You’ve given me such jooooooooy to play Axel and to have him play son around your girls. He has really appreciated their help, toys, their caring and scolding, everything. And I have really appreciated chatting with you, having great times and discussed important and not so important things in life. It’s been amazing. You are amazing. ♥

 –  Now, like I said, I can’t write down a Love Confession Letter to each and everyone of you, but I am just as happy, grateful and honored to have seen you guys on my dash, and written with you and stalked your blogs with a heart eyes emoji face. Thank you. Thank you and Thank you so much for giving me these memories. 

♥ such babes ♥

@flashgotthis @darkmeditation @justakansasboy @fasterthansupes @fastestboyalive @impawsiblegar @tinytrickster @thisisntaruba @mr-riddler @promiisekept @legionrunner @blxckisblxck @atlantisking @aquarad @elextrospeed @erogues @aequitcs @blowhardking @comiiics @chosexearth @corvidamned @dawnofspeed @dcficit @dcnouncepcnguin @foolish-pleasure @goldieglider @greenlizardboy @halfspeeds @impulsiveycuth @jester-of-genocide @junglebcrn @lucklessprincess @lessthanmortal @nctaredshirt @rudolphwest @reluctant-reflection @redxeyedxmonster @sclsticed @speedyarrowed @smallspooky @strsmore @titansinmycrosshairs @theredwonder @weather-warlock @yellowskinnedwackyman @young-justice-newbies      I apologize so much if I have forgotten anyone, I follow many blogs, and so many of you have multiple blogs, too and you fricckkiinn confuse me btchez. I have only tagged one of your blogs, though, I hope that is ok ♥  

                Again, Thank you... ♥   I hope things will get better and I, together with the rest that this concerns, will be able to come back someday.

      Have a great life and do what you dream of doing! Don’t let people bring you down, and if they do, climb the fuck up again, baby! ♥ 

See ya’ later, Snuggle Bugs! ♥   

           –  Fox out ~

#oocshit #long post #gosh there's a lot of hearts #gross #!!! Important !!!

[baekberrie]

🌹b e a u t i f u l  - bbh🌹

Romance, angst, one shot.

Warnings: Low self-esteem, self-hatred.

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader.

Midnight, the whole quarter is asleep. The world is outside is unknown, dark, yet there's one source of light illuminating paths. Moonlight, stars.

The only audible sound is the soft ticking of the clock, tick..tock. You had by now lost the count of the time, of the hours you've been wide awake. Though you didn't dare to look up and see.

The moonlight is bright enough to shine through your window, and color the plain walls with different shades of grey and white. The young man beside you is sound asleep. While you, you're tired, exhausted, no matter how much you want to sleep, you can't fall into slumber.

You're surrounded by a heavy silence, and no matter the company on the shared bed, you still feel slightly alone in the almost dark room. Your heart is pounding painfully in your chest. There's a constant weight pressing down on your chest. Your problems, your bothers are haunting you even at night, they keep you as far away from sleep as possible. It's slowly suffocating you.

You exhale deeply, carefully shifting in your bed, facing the man laying beside you. The white sheets cover messily his legs, leaving his bare torso exposed. His skin looking smooth as silk, taking in the white color of the only light in the bedroom. You squint your eyes and imagine how wonderful the view would've been in a picture.

Perfection is a myth you had always thought, though the man beside you, you believed he was an exception. You had never seen such beauty, so much perfection in a human before, every time he'd smile at you, your heart would melt away, at the same time as you wonder if he's real, or if he's a dream. Byun Baekhyun.

Sometimes you can't help but wonder what he sees in you. Tonight is one of those nights. How could someone as amazing as Baekhyun have given his heart to someone who would be like a shadow next to him. Someone who doesn't shine. Someone who doesn't outstand. Just someone.

A shaky sigh leaves your lips, and you hesitantly sit up on the bed for a short pair of seconds before heading to the bathroom right across the room.

Shivers run down your spine when your well-warmed feet touch the freezing pavement, cooling your whole body down.

Fingers curling around the cold metal, you twist the handle, refreshing water starts hastily rushing down the tube. Your hands reach out for it, just to splash some of it against your face. Your eyes blink repeatedly as you blindly grab the towel, rubbing it against your face.

Then you look in the mirror. And you see nothing special. The reflection of an insecure girl, with pained eyes, frowning lips, makes a lump creep in your throat. Burning hot tears are stinging behind your eyelids, and you barely keep them in. But you swallow it down or at least try. Because if you can't be beautiful, at least you try to be strong...

The girl in front of you is just someone. She has no beauty, no perfection. You frown and examine yourself, thoughtfully. You realize that you're not that bad. But the thought leaves you as soon as you think of it.

The heart throbs, and suddenly the reflection becomes plain again, black and white. Nothing special. No beauty.

Why couldn't you be like Baekhyun? A man like him should have a partner that makes him shine, then why are you so off? Why aren't you shining? Why is everything monochrome when you face yourself.

Why is your reflection lying to you constantly? And why do you always believe it?

When you look at yourself, you're not content with anything you see. You can't help but wonder what he sees when he looks at you. Hot tears stream down your cold cheeks, and you barely keep in a sob. There is a constant throbbing pain clenching mercilessly your heart, and you're hurt.

You hate to be like this, you want to love yourself, which you sometimes are able to do, but it doesn't last long. The negativity of your mind is always able to break through your brighter side. You hate it, it saddens Baekhyun, because he wants you to see what he sees.

But with your own eyes, how will that ever be possible? Maybe you're blinded by your self-hatred, so blinded that you don't even realize that the person you see in the mirror is not ugly, there's beauty in every human, and you're no exception. But you tend to forget that a lot, hence maybe that's not even in your dictionary.

Your eyes wander through the bathroom, stopping at your open beauty case, various makeup products scattered inside of it.

The fingers weakly grasp the first makeup item in the way, which happens to be a rose red lipstick.

With shaky hands, you open it, bring it up towards your pale, moisturized lips, and carefully sweep it across your lips. Your gaze is not focusing on where you're putting the lipstick, but for some reason, you're gazing yourself in the eyes. Staring right through your own soul.

When you take a look at your painted mouth, another squeeze clenches your heart, and suddenly the makeup feels just wrong. Quickly you take a makeup wipe and messily rub the cosmetic away, more tears streaming down your face, tracing down your jaw, dripping to the cold ground.

The lipstick is gone from your face, and an almost odd feeling of relief washes over you. Though it's not enough to take away the pain inside of you at this moment, it's both enough to make you stop crying. Your eyes sting by the many times you've rubbed your tears away.

Your eyes are red, slightly puffy. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you force yourself to stop sobbing and quietly head back to the bedroom. You walk on your toes, not wanting to wake up Baekhyun.

The mattress sunk down ever so slightly under your weight as you lay down, a little sniff escaping your lips as you make Baekhyun face your back, not in the mood to cuddle up.

Though not long after, you hear him move beside you, sharply your breath gets stuck in your throat, eyes squeezed shut as you wished you hadn't woken him up.

Your body freezes and soon there's a hand gently caressing your long, dark hair, exposing your shoulders.

The warmth of his fingers tracing your figure left burning spots on the skin underneath the thin nightgown you were wearing, at the same time as cold shooting stars made their way down your spine.

His voice was only a delicate whisper when he called your name, making your heart jump inside of your chest. Nervous...Perhaps scared?

You couldn't understand where these feelings were coming from. You had never had problems with telling Baekhyun about your issues, though right now... You didn't have the courage to.

Feeling slightly ashamed of your own feelings towards yourself, you knew Baekhyun wouldn't like it, you didn't want to see his face distort with disappointment and anger. It was the last thing you wanted, your partner being sad for you because you couldn't love yourself.

"Yes?" You eventually replied just as low as him, your voice came out low, the throat stung slightly, it was dry and you recalled not drinking in a long time.

"Are you okay? You can't sleep?" He asked, genuine concern in his soft voice, which never failed to make your heart tremble. He always managed to read you like an open book, without having to look at your face. In moments like this, you almost hated it. Though you would never dislike it completely because on the other side, you didn't know how your relationship would have been now, if Baekhyun didn't understand you as well as he did.

"Yeah." You say, the reply is simple, though he could sense the many meanings behind it in the thick tension.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" despite his voice being slightly raspy, it still manages to sound soft and soothing, concern still lingering inside of it. A shaky breath leaves your lips and you try to swallow back down the lump in your throat.

"It's...Nothing.." You said slowly, your voice is merely a whisper because your answer is a lie. You hate lying to Baekhyun, but you also hate seeing him worry.

Baekhyun's face distorts in a frown, he knows you're not okay, because you are avoiding his face, your back is still facing him, and you'd appreciate if it would stay this way. But that was just a mere wish to not hope on because once he knew, he wouldn't let you go without having talked to you.

He sighs, knowing that you wouldn't tell him anything out of your own will this time. He didn't really expect you to, even if normally, the two of you would talk about the things you were pressured from, and help each other. Though Baekhyun was aware of the topics who were harder for you to bring up. And he'd always be careful when trying to pull one of these strings.

After a little moment, Baekhyun finally makes a move. Quietly he scooches closer to you, his legs make contact with yours and you shiver. One hand ghosts over your hip, slowly guiding it further down your leg, a sweet caress, encouraging you to turn around and face him. Though his touch feels good, and you want more, you don't feel like moving right now. You decide to stay like that little while more, hoping that Baekhyun would continue on comforting you like that, while you were collecting the courage to face him.

Baekhyun moves even closer, his bare chest pressing against your back, your shoulder blade meeting his warm skin, your hands hug the blanket closer to your chest and your eyelids drop close, still awake.

You hear Baekhyun shuffle, and somehow you can feel him leaning on his elbow, hovering slightly over your small frame. You watch the wall and you can tell his position by looking at his shade.

He leans down, his lips softly grazing against your forearm, and then a little further up, his silky smooth mouth trailing your arm with damp kisses, leaving the kissed spots burning, on fire.

Baekhyun's lips never stop, and they continue higher. He stops for a short moment, and disappointment washes over you for the while, though it disappears the moment you feel his warm fingertips on your shoulder, his fingers bring slowly down the string of the nightgown, exposing your shoulder even more. He dipped down his head again and placed his mouth softly on your shoulder, continuing with tracing your figure.

Eventually, he reaches your neck, Baekhyun's shifts, and in an instant, he's softly kissing it, his lips nibbling on the weak spot behind your ear, though he's not being needy, nor is it lust, he's being sweet, taking his time. His kiss makes you feel weak, your heart is a beating mess inside of your chest, slamming against your ribs, loud in your ears and you barely keep in a whine when his lips enclasp shortly around your earlobe. He doesn't leave marks on your skin, he rarely does that, and even though he's mostly easy with his kisses, these feel ever so slightly, different.

They're somewhat comforting and you feel good, you feel loved.

Once he parts from your neck you turn your head towards him, still keeping the position you were in. All you wanted was to look at him, but he took you by surprise, as soon as your eyes meet his, not even a second passes and his lips are on yours. The air is knocked of your lungs, eyes wide you lay there slightly confused. It doesn't last long before you melt against him and kiss back. Baekhyun's lips are soft, nonetheless, the hasty way he was kissing you, it was still tender. The feelings of shooting stars falling down your spine are thrilling, the fireworks are exploding in your chest, colors, and lights everywhere, butterflies blooming in your belly.

No matter the long relationship you've had, he always manages to make you feel as nervous, as excited as the first kisses. While his mouth molds with yours you can only close your eyes and everything is blank, there's only Baekhyun. And all you can think of is how much you love this man, how you'd never want anyone else.

You shift onto your back, laying on the bed, somehow you handled it without leaving Baekhyun's lips even once. As you lay, he automatically traps you between his arms, shuffling over you. His legs are tangled with yours as he leans closer, his mouth pressing slightly harder against yours, chests bumping, your hands find the way to his wild hair. Fingers lacing through his black locks, messing his hair, even more, your legs wrap around his torso and he's once again closing the distance as much as possible.

Chest to chest, heart to heart.

His lips open yours, and he deepens the kiss sweetly, his scent is drugging you, the taste he has is slightly minty, refreshing. No matter how long ago your breath had run out, both of you refuse to part, the kiss getting deeper and deeper by every minute that passes.

The clock is still audible, the ticking is slightly muffled by the noises you and Baekhyun are making.

Your teeth dig tenderly into his lower lip, and pull ever so slightly, at the same time as your hands leave his hair, fingers tracing his bare back, shoulders until they finally lace around his neck. A satisfied hum leaves his lips, and you're able to take a quick breath. The noise he makes is enough to make your insides turn into jelly. His whimpers are soft and low, the kind of sound almost hypnotizes you, like music to your ears and every time it's like a bliss.

When he pulls back, his lips are still lingering over yours, the tips slightly touching as he breaths into puffs, fanning your face, so do you, eyes still shut.

Slowly you dare to look at him, and no matter how many times you see him, every time is enough to make you awe at him because he's so... Mesmerizing.  His stare is adoring when he looks at you, gazing into your eyes. His lips are a way more swollen than before, the color had turned dark red. When having the movement of his lips still lingering on yours, you think that your lips are probably as swollen as Baekhyun's.

The two of you remain like that for a long while, just looking into each other's eyes. Baekhyun's pupils are dilated as they take in your figure and you realize you've never seen so much love in someone's eyes.

His hand reaches out for your cheek, the fingers trace your outlines ever so delicately, first the collarbone, then the jaw, until his hand cups your cheek and you can't help but lean onto his ethereal touch.

"Y/n, talk to me. Why were you crying?" His voice is merely a whisper when he speaks, soft as silk, caressing your ears. For a moment you are left stunned that he'd been able to see it. The last thing you had expected him to notice after an intimate moment was that you cried. But sometimes you tend to forget how much you mean to him, that he can see through you like glass, that he knows how vulnerable you are under the strong woman you are on the outside. You forget that he knows, the inner you.

You hesitate, you don't know how to explain the situation without making it sound so stupid, trying to find the right words, to make it sound valid, but you can't, every option is worse than the other and you bit your lip nervously, distancing your gaze from his.

Though that changes as soon as his two fingers are under your chin, slowly bringing your gaze to his. And once again, when your eyes lock, there's no way out anymore. For a short moment you wonder why you are hesitating, he wouldn't judge you and you know that better than anything. He wouldn't laugh at you, never would he make fun of your weakness. But you are also aware of the fact that your weakness would hurt his feelings, and you didn't want that. Though there was something worse, and that was letting him watch you suffer when he wanted to help you.

A long sigh leaves your lips as you for a short instant close your eyes, gathering all of the courage you have to tell him. This isn't an easy task, talking about your issues made you somehow feel ashamed.

"I just-" You start, still not knowing how to formulate your sentence.

"I just can't accept myself." You finally manage, your voice is only a weak murmur as your eyes point somewhere else past him as you suddenly feel vulnerable underneath him. You don't have the courage to see the look on his face, you know that if there's hurt in his eyes, you wouldn't be able to bare it. The words tasted bitter in your mouth, these were words that you never dared to get over your lips, but now you had finally let them out. And another part of yourself was given to him. A dark part, that you wished he'd never have to see. Ever.

Nonetheless, the eyes of yours automatically find him, and just like you expected, in his eyes there is pain, the look on his face is not out of pity. But as if you were feeling that way about yourself, would be like a stab in his heart.

You watched as he parted his lips to talk, but nothing came out of his mouth, when you see his lips quivering, it's like you can hear his heart shatter next to you. And you can't help but regret this decision. His hand leaving your cheek as he placed it back next to your head, his face turning to the left, his eyes leaving yours. A cold feeling replaces your cheek and immediately you miss his touch, fingers fisting your heart painfully, an inexplicable pain spreading inside of your chest.

The tears started stinging behind your eyelids, but still, you refused to let them down. His silence was killing you and for a moment you fear that he's regretting being with you, you fear that he is mad, every kind of insecurity makes their way into your head, clouding your mind. And you can't help but beg.

"Please, Baekhyun... I shouldn't have told you.." You choke out, voice thick as syrup in your dry throat while you try to blink back the tears that are threatening to fall down your now pale cheeks.

"No Y/n." He soon disagreed, his face snapping back to yours, his gaze piercing through you, and you were sure he could see right through you, read your mind. Your mouth opened to say something, but Baekhyun beat you to it, gently placing his index finger on your lips, keeping them from moving, his actions made your heartbeat speed up, hitting soundly against your ribs.

"Listen to me carefully." He trailed off, his voice was still soft no matter how upset your hurt made him feel, his eyes were full of sincerity and suddenly the pain inside of them was gone. There was some sort of determination in his expression, his dilated orbs sparkled with your reflection. The adoration he had on his face while taking you in made your heart swell.

"You are wonderful," Baekhyun stated, his words confident yet tender, he meant what he said, and the look he eyed you was a confirmation of what he felt for you, what he felt when he saw you, how he saw you. It was such a simple sentence, yet it meant so much more, it made you feel millions of feelings at once. Something burst inside of you, fireworks, comets, butterflies, coloring you up, somehow the draining feeling from before got replaced with something else, something you can't explain, though it's nice, you feel alive, you feel loved.

"And you're so beautiful, I like your smile, I like your laugh, your personality I like everything about you. But that's not why I love you Y/n.  The reason I love you is everything we've been through together, the reason I love you is you being who you are today. How your love changed me, it made me better and every day I feel like I want to better myself, for you. I can't imagine my life with another person. You are important to me, you matter. Gosh you mean the world, do you hear me? So don't ever think that you're not good enough, and especially because of your looks. Because how you are on the outside is not what matters to me the most, it doesn't matter.

I honestly wouldn't want you to look, or act any different from the way you are right now. You are perfect this way to me. I wouldn't replace you for anything or anyone, okay? You're beautiful. You're precious, you're my little treasure, the thing that I cherish the most in my life, please never forget that.  Please in these moments never forget that there is someone who will always love you unconditionally no matter the weather, no matter what, that someone will be me. Okay? I love you." His little speech leaving your heart melted, a nice warmth spread through your chest, a little joyful tear escaping your eye, your lips curling into a smile as you let the words sink in.

Baekhyun's hand cupped around your cheek, stopping the rolling tear with one of his elegant fingers, it stroking your stained cheek in the process.

"Crystal clear?" You heard Baekhyun murmur, a hint of lightness hearable in his voice and an unstoppable chuckle left your lips, you noticed how Baekhyun's face lit up at the sound of your laugh, and the fact always makes you always swell with pride because you're the girl who makes him smile like that.

"That's my girl." He said, proudly, lowering down to meet your lips, in which you didn't hesitate in parting your lips for his. Your arms circling automatically around his neck, pulling him closer, chest once more in contact. The warmth of his bare skin radiating to yours, keeping you warm, a nice feeling whom you'd never grow tired of.

Shooting stars run down your spine as his lips touch yours, his head is tilted to the side, lips molding perfectly with each other, his actions careful and sweet, a kiss that shows you he cares for you.

Another kiss is eager, soft but quick, his lips don't leave an inch of yours unkissed, a kiss that shows you that he needs you, that you matter.

You can still feel the feelings of his lips lingering on yours when he parts away, a feeling of pure bliss is rushing through you as you watch him hover above you, on his lips there is a soft smile, an adoring, loving, admiring look, and it doesn't fail to make you blush, to make you ever so shy under his gaze. His smile widens at your behavior as he lowers once more, giving your lips a thoughtful look, wondering how he should kiss them.

You feel impatient and your mouth automatically coaxes open the more he leans closer.

A gasp leaves your lips when he without warning crashes his mouth against yours, his lips capturing yours between his, pulling ever so slightly. His hands fly to your body, his fingers tracing warmth behind them as they touch your skin, and you press him closer to yourself, deepening the sweet kiss.

And the third kiss is loving, it shows you, that he loves you, the whole you, who you are, no matter what.

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And this is to every insecure person out there, with I just wanted to tell you, that you do matter, you are important, you are beautiful. Don't let the mirror ruin it for you. Don't let it lie to you, don't believe it. Be you.

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[mydisasteracademia]

SFW Alphabet: Inko Midoriya

Everyone’s favorite mama! I’m going into this fully aware that as of this date (With up to chapter 308 released), she’s still married and we don’t know (wink wink) who the husband is (WINK WINK). But, well, when has that stopped shippers before? (pointedly looks at ToshInko shippers)

Meh, I can’t judge. Enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Much like her son, Inko can be very affectionate to those she loves. Whenever you’re around her, she can usually be seen holding your hand or standing close to your side. She loves hugs and will blush red as a tomato if you happen to pick her up and squeeze. Give this sweet woman all of the hugs, she’s so precious.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Ironically, she’s the Mom Friend. Constantly worrying about your wellbeing, treating you to snacks whenever you look even the slightest bit hungry, bringing you homemade lunches, treating your injuries -- you name it. Your friendship probably started with a chance meeting somewhere, or perhaps you recognized her son from Yuuei and went over excitedly talking about the both of them and how great his mother must be if he turned out to be such a good kid. Both blush in embarrassment, but Inko is happy that her son is so well-received. The two of you end up talking more later, and from then on, as they say, is history.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh she is the QUEEN of cuddles. She can be self-conscious of her own appearance and weight, but if you’ll stand it, she loves cuddling up to you. Usually she likes to lean into your side and rest her head on your shoulder, but if you settle her into your lap, she likes to hug you. She’ll protest, but just reassure her and she’ll fold.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Inko has literally been a single mother for the past however many years her husband has been absent; since we’ve literally never seen a glimpse of him, even in passing photos, I’m going to assume she’s been a housewife since Izuku’s birth and a single mother since he was around 4-5. She knows how to cook and clean very well. Considering that she’s already in her 40′s with one child (and we’re going to blissfully pretend she’s divorced/widowed), she’s very reluctant to settle down again, citing her age as a big factor. But if you’re serious enough and if you’ll have her, eventually she’ll cave due to her deep feelings for you too.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I know you’re expecting me to say she’ll cry here, but she’s proven to have extreme emotional strength. Yes, she will cry -- but you won’t see it. She’ll calmly sit you down and tell you that she’s been thinking of ending your relationship, and ask if you’re okay with it or if you want to work things out. If you both decide to end it, she stresses that she’s alright with remaining friends if you want that too -- and as soon as you leave, she breaks down into tears.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I’m assuming she married late in her 20′s because she had a successful career before Izuku was born, and again, that she’s divorced/widowed. She’s extremely hesitant to get married again, considering her age and status as a single mother. She doesn’t want to drag anyone down with her personal life and past mistakes, even if she really, really loves you. It causes her a lot of stress and it will take a lot of insistence from you that you want to get married for her to finally set aside her own insecurities and agree.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Inko is such a gentle sweetheart. She’s always so kind to you and it carries over after you get into a relationship. Her touches are soft and so is she, both physically and emotionally. She hates conflict and is inclined to agree with you on a lot of things, but she can be stubborn on certain topics. Mostly, she’s just so happy to have met you and loves you so deeply she can’t stand it. A lot of the time, she acts like a shy, giddy schoolgirl in love again because that’s what you make her feel like.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She LOVES hugs. If you’re okay with physical touch, she’ll hug you at least a few times a day. It’s more than just touch, it’s reminding you of how much she loves you. If you aren’t used to it/don’t like it, she’s fine with it (she gets hugs from Izuku of course), and she’ll show you affection in other ways, like giving you gifts or homemade cooking.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It happens sometime maybe a year or so into your friendship. She blurts it out without thinking one day, and then claps a hand over her mouth and blushes bright red. She wants to die of embarrassment right there, because she has no idea if you feel the same.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She can get fairly jealous of other people taking away your time, but at the same time she’s resigned to it. She genuinely feels like you could do so much better than her and isn’t mad, but gets kinda depressed in private and stress-eats.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are feather-light and hesitant. She loves to give you sweet little pecks on your cheek or forehead, and she just melts if you give her a forehead kiss in return. She turns bright red when you kiss her lips, and she starts stuttering and covers her face with her hands.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

You already know she’s one of the Best Moms. She can handle children very well, having brought up eternal-bundle-of-energy Izuku all by herself.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Given that you live together, she gets up first to get ready for the day. Sometimes she wakes you up with breakfast in bed, other times she greets you as you come to the kitchen to help her. The two of you eat breakfast together before truly starting your day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Once you both are all wound down for the night, she likes to lay in bed with you and talk about your day. This leads to snuggling, with slow kisses and smiles as you both fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

She keeps her cards fairly close to her chest most of the time, but as your friendship progresses month after month she reveals fond family memories and talks about her fears, stresses, and hopes and dreams for both her and her son’s futures. Once you start to get serious, she peppers in more intimate tidbits here and there.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She can be very patient, having brought up Izuku, who was a smol bundle of boundless energy when he was a kid. It takes a lot to get her to snap. If you wanna speedrun it, just talk trash about her son and/or his classmates.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She remembers a lot about you. If you tell her something, she saves it for later. If she happens to see little things about you, she saves it for later. She doesn’t remember every single little thing, but things like your favorite color, food, scent, animal, your birthday -- she remembers all of those and more.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The day you told her you loved her for the first time and that you were serious about a relationship together. For so long she’s been alone with just her son, and now here you are, a new face who saw her with all of her faults and setbacks and loves her regardless.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She’s very protective. She can become quite the mama bear when it comes to those she loves, and she would even stand up to a villain in order to protect you. She appreciates it when you’ve got her back too, however, but not to the point that you consider her a damsel in distress who needs saving 24/7.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She puts so much effort into everything she does for and with you because she desperately wants you to know that she really does love you. She writes down every anniversary and gives you gifts on every date. She kisses you at least once a day and tells you she loves you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She has the tendency to stress-eat whenever she’s anxious or depressed. In recent years she’s tried to lose weight, but she has the unfortuante tendency to worry about everything all the time, and it’s really curbed her efforts and makes her depressed, thus repeating the cycle. She also worries. A lot. If you aren’t patient, it can get a little annoying.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She’s incredibly self-conscious about how she looks. She knows that when she was young, she was quite attractive (of course she still is, but she doesn’t see it that way), and now that she’s older she doesn’t feel quite as sexy as she used to. She tends to talk herself down a lot as a ‘frumpy old lady’.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She could live without you, in all honesty. She’s done it with Hisashi, and she can do it again. Granted, it would feel like absolute shit, and she’ll be depressed for quite a while, but she will survive. She has to.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I absolutely love the thought that Izuku’s friends decide to throw him a surprise birthday party and they track her down to get her help with it, and that’s how she gets to know every one of her son’s new friends (and probably gushes about how thrilled she is to see him so happy these days). (She will literally fight Enji if he dares put a hand on Shouto once she finds out his backstory.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who’s too cynical/mean. As much as she can tolerate Mitsuki’s weird relationship with her son, she doesn’t want to be romantically involved with someone who’s super mean to others, especially not to her. I don’t think she would appreciate a super-tsundere.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She’s had a regular sleep schedule with Izuku in the house, and even now she tries to keep to that routine.

#sfw alphabet #midoriya inko #inko midoriya

[taeyongtown]

D-15: Where’s my Mistletoe? - Jisung Fic

Day 1 of 15, NCT christmas writing countdown.

summary: Renjun invites you to a dumb Christmas party, and you only go for a chance to kiss your crush, Jisung Park.

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff, semi-angst, christmas (taeyongtown’s christmas countdown 2017)

A/N: I haven’t written something since August. its dec 10 today. Anyway’s i haven’t proof-read this, and feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated 🌟

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You didn’t even want to be at this dumb Christmas party anyways, but ofc Renjun dragged you along anyways. Well okay he didn’t drag you along, more like guilted you into coming.

“Oh Y/N, you’re my favourite underclassman, and I do so much for you!”

“Renjun when have you ever—”

“like remember that time you got detention and I got you out of it? Or that time you would’ve FAILED that fundraising project if I hadn’t bought all the left over cupcakes or when—”

“Renjun I don’t even go to your school and besides he’s gonna be there—”

“and you’re telling me you won’t even come ??????? Jeno and I didn’t DIE for this disrespect”

As soon as you walked in, Renjun had given you a hug and greeted you warmly, and you know, you felt like it’d be fine, what’s the worst that could happen? But then, he flashed you his pure boy smile, and disappeared into the throng of student. Yes, throng. As in huge crowd. It seemed like at least half of SOPA was here.

Is Taeyong alive, and how did Renjun and Jeno fit in so many kids into their dorms ???

You already weren’t super close to the rest of dream, and really, you had only expect them to invite like 15-20 kids max, and here you were, stuck with at least 50 or 60 kids giggling and talking and kissing under the FIVE MILLION MISTLETOES SLUNG EVERYONE

Whos fucking idea was this ??

Yup, taeyong is definitely not okay rn

Take a shitty college party, replace the alcohol with hot chocolate and like fucking Gatorade, and replace the making out with giggling under mistletoes and that’s the hell that you were in rn

So here you are, sulking in the corner, not only bc you were surrounded by a bunch of infants, but also bc Haechan and Chenle were screaming with a karaoke station, and Mark was dying in a corner with at least a dozen girls holding mistletoes over him as Renjun laughed, and mostly bc Jeno had tried to get you to kiss a boy who wasn’t Jisung Park.

Yes, you liked Jisung Park.

While you had known Renjun for a really long time, and Chenle for around a year or so, you had only really met the rest of the boys a few months ago

Renjun often used Chenle’s house as a place to tutor you, as Chenle was the only one who lived outside the dorms

While you weren’t super close with Chenle, he was like an acquaintance who you didn’t mind

So one day, a few days after school had begun, and when Renjun was done most of his main promotions for We Young, y’all were at Chenle’s

Renjun said he was going to get busier and so it would be good to look at the syllabus to plan out when you would need the most help in tutoring

God bless that boy he’s so sweet

And it’s all calm and quite with no one around

Until Chenle bursts open the front door, with Jeno and Jisung marching behind him

They’re all a little shook, but recover quickly, especially Jeno

Ofc you knew who they were but you hadn’t acc met them, save Chenle

While Chenle sniggers in the background Jeno approaches you professionally “Oh Y/N, I’ve heard quite a bit about you, it’s lovely to finally meet you!”

Renjun puts him in a headlock.

Jisung, however, is extremely quiet and just makes eye contact and smiles at your from across the room smh

And I guess that’s why you kind of fell for him?

Bc he was around your age and he gave you the soft fluttery feeling that you had barely experienced before ?

Anyways, wow I rambled of course Renjun knew the minute y’all left, he was your childhood friend after all

And what Renjun knew, Jeno probably knew too.

And a small, just a tinyyyy part of you had been looking forward to this party

Because you really, really wanted to see Jisung Park.

But no, Jisung was sitting in the living room, wearing some dumb reindeer antlers,,,, giggling with a few of his classmates, some boy, some girls— most of whom were at least 7 hundred and 89 times prettier than you :/ uGh

AnD suddenly,,,,, you had an amazing idea :- )))))) Putting on your best smile, you went out to go search for Renjun.

You find him in the kitchen, refilling snacks.

“Ahhh! Y/N, I hope you’re having a good time !! See, I told you it would be fun!”

You smiled through gritted teeth :- DDDDD

“Yeah, about that! Could I borrow your laptop? I have a huge history project due, and my partner keeps asking me to Skype her bc apparently she messed up :/”

Renjun looked worried, but smiled

“Yeah, it’s in my room, feel free to use it… you remember my passcode right?”

You grinned and hugged him tight, as if the best thing in the world had just happened

“Yes I do! Thank you so much !!!” you scrambled, running out to find his room

Were you going to call a friend? No. You guys had finished the project last week. Were you going to take a nap? Yes, of course you were. Renjun rly wouldn’t mind, he’d be a little disappointed, but he wouldn’t mind, you’d had sleepovers before. It was 8pm right now, and if you set your alarm for 9:30, no one would even notice.

You hit set, and before you knew it, you were asleep.

Except you slept through your alarm. Not by a lot, just maybe thirty minutes. But it was enough for you to be shaken awake by Jaemin, a slightly amused expression on his face. You weren’t close to him, but you didn’t mind him, he was really nice.

Your eyes widened at the site of him, and you scrambled to get up. “Relax,” he giggled, sitting down beside you.

“This is about Jisung isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“your crush”

“What no— I mean yes I like him— but no! wait what are you implying” you gush

Jaemin laughed again

“You probably wouldn’t hate this party as much as you do rn if it weren’t for Jisung”

you :///// “I guess,,,,,,,,,,,,”

“I say, just give it a shot, it almost Christmas, miracles do happen”

You throw a pillow at him

None the less, you grumbled and get up, tidying yourself in the mirror beside Renjun’s desk. You follow Jaemin towards the living room, and gasp. There were barely a dozen kids left, non including dream. You turn towards Jaemin, “what happened?!” “Most kids at SOPA are either trainees or some type of creative connoisseurs, we all need our beauty sleep Y/N!” Jaemin exclaimed before waltzing off.

You see Jisung sitting beside a few kids talking animatedly, but he himself was on his phone. You decide to take Jaemin’s advice, and go sit beside him. What’s the worst that could happen? “Hey!” you say, plopping down. Jisung looks a little shookt, but he smiles down at you, straightening up. “Hey Y/N! How long have you been here?!” “The whole time,” you say bashfully. His jaw drops a little, “What! No way, I mean you should’ve at least said hi :/ you have no idea how bored I was, everyone’s leaving!” he gestured around him, and that at the kids beside him who got up and walked towards Jeno, probably to say goodbye. You giggle, a little surprised, yet extremely content, at how bubbly and friendly he was being.

The conversation would’ve continued great, except…

“YO! Y/N” Jaemin yelled your name from across the room. You saw him smiling like an angel, and you saw, beside him, Donghyuck smirking like the devil. Donghyuck slung something at you and Jisung, which lodged itself in Jisung’s dumb antlers.

A mistletoe.

This was NOT the Christmas miracle that you were expecting. But maybe it’s the one that you deserve,,, ???

You looked around the room bewildered, looking anywhere but Jisung. You eyes settled on Renjun, expecting some help, but instead he just smiled into his hot chocolate. kermit looking ass. You narrowed your eyes as you realized it was probably his plan.

Donghyuck whooped, “GET IT JISUNG!” You looked down and shoved your face in your hands. Mark giggled, and him and Jeno yelled “Maknae on top!” “That’s so old…” Jisung mumbled, and when you snuck a glance at his face, it was bright red, even in the dim evening lights. Sensing you looking, he glanced up at your eyes, holding his eye contact for no longer than .25 seconds.

“Y/N…” he mumbled, his voice small and childlike.

“Jisung…” you replied back, a slightly shy smile on your face.

“I guess we have to Y/N,”

“I guess so,”

“May I?” He asked, finally looking up into your eyes. You nodded, your eyes fluttering close.

You felt him leaning in, and you did too, for what felt like a year. Maybe it wouldn’t have taken so long if y’all hadn’t been sitting a literal foot apart. You felt him place his lips on yours, his puckered and stiff. But it didn’t matter !! you were kissing Jisung Park !! your long time crush !! your face looks like that gif of haechan when jisung calls him ugly u kno the one. You leant in a little bit more towards him, both of you unsure of what you were doing, you trying to move your lips.

It was over before it even started, but before it was over, you felt a loud click go off. “My badddddd!” Chenle yelled, fake laughing, a camera in his hands. There was a brief silence, and then cheers. “Y/N I TOLD U CHRISTMAS MIRACLES HAPPEN! GET IT!” Jaemin yelled and you look at him, eyes wide in horror. “NA JAEMIN!” You threw another pillow at him.

Jisung ran his hand threw his hair, shy and looking like a baby chick. You leant forward and untangled the mistletoe from his antlers. He gasped, breath held.

“Jisung, I was wondering if you want to go on a date this weekend?” You asked him, looking directly into his eyes, a sudden wave of confidence over taking you. Jisung blushed, his eyes still wide, his face redder than ever.

“I would love to, Y/N”

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Picture Perfect Ch. 4

You buy Woojin a meal to express your gratitude, and you two get to know each other along the way.

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

“Thanks for the ride, Baejin!” You smiled widely at your classmate, waving to him as you quickly got out of his car. As a gesture of gratitude, you’d offered to buy Park Woojin meat, and the only restaurant that his company allowed him to go to, due to their specialty in keeping paparazzi away and maintaining privacy, was all the way across the city, so you’d asked Jinyoung to drive you there.

The restaurant had a modern look to it, with sleek black walls and hardwood floors. Each booth was partitioned off, and you were quickly led by a waitress to where Woojin was already sitting.

You greeted him a bit awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. “Did you have to wait a long amount of time?” You asked him, taking a sip of your water.

“Ah, no,” Woojin shook his head, “I just got here.”

“That’s good,” you grabbed a menu, looking at it, “I wonder what’s good here? You’ve been here before, right?”

“Ah, yeah,” Woojin pointed to one of the pictures on the back of the menu. “The marinade they use for the bulgogi is really good, and our manager really likes their pajeon, if you like that.”

“You like the bulgogi?” You asked, scanning over what else they offered. “Let’s get that, then…” You pursed your lips, wondering what else was good. At least the prices weren’t awful, in comparison to what you’d been expecting from such a fancy place. “Are you okay with non-marinated stuff?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Woojin shrugged, setting his own menu down. Out of nowhere, a waitress popped up, notepad in hand.

“Hi! Welcome to One Grill, may I take your order?” She asked politely, pen ready to start scribbling.

“Yeah, can I get one order of Bulgogi, two of Galbi, one of Jumulleok, and one of Samgyeopsal please?” You asked the waitress, handing her a menu.

“Oh, actually, you wanted bulgogi, right?” You checked with Woojin, who just nodded, mouth slightly open in awe at the sheer amount of food that you had ordered. “Yeah, actually two orders of bulgolgi.”

Once the waitress had left, Woojin started laughing. “You really think we can eat that much?”

“Uh, yeah,” you grinned, “I eat a lot. Plus, you should eat a lot too! I’m paying.”

“I wish I could,” Woojin responded wistfully, “but the managers have me on a diet right now.”

“Seriously?” You gaped at him, “To lose weight? You’re in shape, though, that makes no sense.”

“That’s the life of an idol, I guess,” Woojin shrugged.

“Being an idol sounds difficult,” you mused, “long practices, trying so hard to debut. Honestly, I really respect people who pursue such a difficult dream like that.”

“Whaddya mean?” Woojin asked as he took a sip of his soda.

“My dream is fairly straightforward, to be honest,” you confessed, moving a piece of kimchi around on your plate with your chopsticks, “finish college, apply for a job, work, retire. But for people like idols, achieving their dream is so much harder and takes so much more effort.”

“Really?” Woojin looked up at you, “I mean yeah, I’ll admit that being a trainee and now an idol has been really difficult, but I also think that even the act of getting into a good university is equally challenging, let alone succeeding and finding your dream job.”

“I guess,” you mused, “but for me, since I want to be a photographer, it’s less hard work and more just putting the time in.”

“I don’t think you should be down on yourself for being dedicated and committed to something,” Woojin said firmly, “if you’re trying hard to chase your dreams, acknowledge that.”

“Wow, you should pick up inspirational speaking on the side,” you joked, watching as the waitress carefully set the plates of meat onto the table. “I can cook, so don’t worry about it.”

“Ah, thanks,” Woojin smiled, clearly more comfortable than when you’d first arrived.

“No, don’t worry about it,” you waved a hand, going to grab the tongs, “seriously, thank you for the camera. It’s way too expensive, I’ll have to take you to like, twenty more dinners in order to pay you back.”

“This is fine,” Woojin replied quietly, giving you a slightly timid smile. He sighed deeply, raking a finger through his dark red hair. “If we’re being honest, sometimes I feel like everyone treats me like I’m made of glass, since our group has gotten so much recognition. You’re the first person to not act like that, and it’s like a breath of fresh air.”

You shook your head, amused, “I’m just thankful. But you really are an artist, just the way you speak is so lyrical.”

“And you?” Woojin asked, fixing you with an intense look, “do you see the world through a camera lens?”

“Me?” You were surprised—no one had ever asked you that before, so you’d never been forced to think about it. You thought about what he’d said, studying the intricate details of his face. It wasn’t a perfect face, by Korean standards, but there was something charming about it that made you want to whip out a camera and capture the boyish charm he held. “I guess I do see the world through a camera lens, always trying to find that perfect angle or light.”

“Have you ever found it?” Woojin’s gaze was heavy, laced with an unfamiliar connotation.

“The perfect angle?” You sighed, loading up a plate with the cooked meat. “I don’t think so. I think if I did, I would know.”

“How long have you been into photography?” Woojin asked, spooning rice and meat into his mouth.

“Since high school,” you responded, “my dream has been to work for a magazine and travel the world, taking pictures of beauty. I feel like there’s so much in the world that I just want to attempt to capture. I’ve been developing my portfolio, but I’m missing a lot, especially nature.”

“Nature?” Woojin cocked his head in confusion.

“Yeah,” you pulled out your phone, pulling up the folder that had a copy of the pictures you’d been curating as your growing portfolio. He scrolled through them, nodding appreciatively. “When I apply for jobs, I use this to show off my skills, but I don’t have many pictures of nature, which I feel like I need. I just don’t know where to go.”

Woojin handed your phone back to you, studying your face quietly for a beat. “You know, if you want, I can show you this park I always go to,” he offered, shrugging nonchalantly, “it’s really peaceful and quiet, and I go there when I want to clear my mind. You could try starting there.”

“Really?” You asked, perking up, “are you sure? If that’s your like, sanctuary, I don’t want to disturb anything.”

“Somehow, I don’t think you would,” Woojin responded with a small smile, “just text me what days would work for you, I know Seonho mentioned you have a pretty large workload from uni. We’re in between albums right now, so I have a lot of free time.”

“Wow, thank you,” you shook your head, stunned. “I feel like you’ve given me so much, I don’t know what to say.” Woojin just shrugged.

“This is nice,” Woojin responded quietly, obviously a bit embarrassed, “I don’t get much down-to-earth interaction with other people my age, other than my members. It’s nice to just sit and talk.”

“Speaking of your members, what happened to that asshole manager?” You asked, “sorry, it’s probably kind of rude of me to ask, but I seriously hate that guy.” Woojin grinned, snickering.

“Honestly, none of us like him,” Woojin informed you, “we were all glad that you got him to look so bad, since it means we have a better chance of getting rid of him. He’s been putting a lot of pressure on us to lose weight—he’s why I’m on the diet—and he’s been saying really rude things to Donghyun-hyung and Daehwi.”

“Ah, I can’t tell anyone this, right?” You asked, frowning. Woojin shook his head. “Man, if Seonmi knew someone was hurting her precious Daehwi, it would be world war three on that manager.”

Woojin chuckled at that, “I wish that could happen. He’s such an asshole.”

“Right?” You groaned, shaking your head, “man, I could talk shit for days.”

“Yeah, so I’ve witnessed,” Woojin smirked as you buried your head into your hands.

“Hey, I’ll have you know, normally I’m not that vocal,” you defended, “he was just being really rude to Seonmi, and that’s the one thing that gets me pissed off.” Woojin nodded.

“I understand that,” he replied, “if someone says something negative about me, I brush it off, but if someone has something to say about one of my members, I get pretty defensive.”

“You know, you’re actually a pretty chill guy,” you mused, stuffing a meat and lettuce wrap into your mouth. “I kinda thought you’d be stuck up from what I’ve heard about idols, but you’re really down to earth,” you explained around your mouthful of food. Woojin laughed.

“I’m glad to have passed the (y/n) test, then,” he replied, handing you a napkin.

“So, about that park idea,” you began, pulling your phone out to start planning. Woojin did as well, and soon the two of you were discussing the details of your next plans.

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Would you be willing to do the NSFW alphabet with Cassian?

A/N: Gladly! Just as a reminder REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS! These take just as much time as drabbles to finish and the tags hate me.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cassian is downright clingy after sex. All he wants to do is hold you close and bury his head in your neck. He’s not letting you go for anything.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hands. He loves how they feel against his skin whether your placing a gentle touch on his cheek or digging your nails into his back. He loves how your fingers intertwine with his. It keeps him grounded in the here and now with you.

Admittedly there isn’t much about his body that Cassian really likes. It’s more of a vessel to get his head from room to room. But you’ve been making an effort to show him how much you love his body. He is starting to grow an appreciation for his jaw line, considering how many kisses you seem to lay on it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cassian loves nothing more than cumming in your cunt and your cunt exclusively. Even if you bring him right to the edge with your mouth, he’ll pull you away and all but beg to let him finish deep inside your pussy. He stands no chance of pulling out, he gets to lost in the feeling to pull away. And if you cum before him? He’s following you seconds after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You and Cassian once had sex on top of the holo table in command center.

He got back late from a mission and you were the only one still on the comms.  He hadn’t seen you in a month. So, rather than wait until your shift ended, he took you right on the table.  It was one of the most intense experience of your life. Neither of you can look at that table directly ever again.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Cassian has had a few partners over the years, but not as many as you’d think. Touch in general is borderline sacred so having enough trust in someone to sleep with them is kind of a big deal for Cassian. He’s been around enough to have experience, though.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Honestly, basically any position where he can feel your whole body pressed against his. Whether it’s your chest against his, or him bent over your back, he wants to feel every part of you. He wants to bury his face in your skin while his hands cling to you like a life line.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

That’s going to be a no in the humor department. 9/10 he’s using sex as a way to tell you things he can’t always properly put into words: I love you, I’ve missed you, I need you, I can’t lose you. You’re the one more likely to initiate playful sex and if that’s the case, he’s just there to tease you with a dry smile on his face.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s actually got a good amount of hair down below and doesn’t really trim it. He keeps everything clean if he can, but not much beyond that.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it until the end of time: CASSIAN ANDOR IS THE MOST TENDER LOVER IN THE STAR WARS FRANCHISE!!! He makes love to you every time you have sex. Whether it’s slow and sensual or fast and rough it’s all about showing you how he feels about you. It’s emotional and intense and utterly intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Cassian jacks off as a form of stress release every now and then. Some times in his bunk, but most of the time in the cabin of his ship. It gives him some much needed privacy without much chance of getting interrupted. There’s some pleasure it in, but it’s almost of way to sort out his frustrations on his hand rather than you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling.  Seriously, as soon as he’s getting anywhere near close all you have to do is rake your fingers through his hair, give it a hard tug and he’s gone.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bunk or his. Like I said, his goal is to make love to you every time you’re together, so having a place where he knows he can take his time is important. It’s a safe place far away from the problems of the Rebellion where he can get lost in you. A close second is his ship’s cabin.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I’m not sure how else to phrase this except, whenever he sees you.  You guys are constantly coming and going, sometimes on missions together but often not.  It can be a few days or a few weeks between seeing each other.  But nothing really get him going like seeing you again safe and sound.  The first thing he wants to do after you give your reports is get you to his bunk as soon as possible.

A close second is anytime he sees you kick Imperial ass.  We all saw how he looked at Jyn.  You know I’m right.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any foreplay involving you guys in Imperial uniforms.  Seriously, Cassian is fighting space Nazis, having you in a space Nazi uniform is going to do the exact opposite of turning him on.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It really is a toss up for him between given and receiving.  He’ll never turn down a blow job and is always happy to get his mouth inbetween your legs.  

He’s also, really good at eating you out; lots of small praises and moaning vibrations on your clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He leans toward the slow and sensual, but it really depends on how he’s feeling.  There are times he can’t contain how much he needs you, tearing at your clothes and pulling you close to him like it’s the only thing keeping him sane.  Other times it’s like he wants to memorize every inch of your skin as he listens in reverence to the noises you make.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies usually happen if you haven’t seen each other in a long time. As soon as Cassian gives his report, he grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the first empty room or cargo hold he can find and takes you against the wall. It’s fast and messy, but lacks none of the feeling. It’s also just a taste of what you’ll get later that night.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Probably, but you guys are both going to have to do all the proper research before hand.  He’s honestly pretty happy with what you’re doing now, but if you want to try new things, it doesn’t take much convincing.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

The longer Cassian and you have been away from each other, the longer he seems able to go.  If you guys haven’t seen each other in a few days, it’s one fast one against the wall followed by a more thorough love making session involving at least two orgasms on your part.

If he hasn’t seen you in weeks to a month? Well, let’s just say you had to call in sick and nobody saw either of you for almost a full twenty-four hours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

For himself, Cassian is more acquainted with his hand.  Time away from base added to the possibility of having to leave at a moment’s notice means buying one hasn’t been on his priority list.

For the pair of you, you have a vibrator you like to bring in on occasion, but not much else.  Same rules apply to you, being constantly on the move doesn’t give you a chance to build a collection.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not so much in the, “I’m having fun torturing you sense”.  More in the, “I want to make this last as long as possible so I don’t have to leave the feeling of your body against mine” variety.  He teases, but it’s more desperate than playful.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Years of thin walls have taught him to be quiet; however, he can’t help but moan your name against your skin mixed in with a serious of praises and cursed grunts towards the end.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He doesn’t tell you he loves you for a really long time. 

You know he does, through his actions and all the ways he tries to make you happy.  But, it takes a while for him to find the words.  He’s truly afraid that if he says those three little words out loud, it will somehow jinx everything and the galaxy will conspire to take you away from him like everyone else in his life.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Perfectly average girth with slightly above average length (6-7 inches).   But, you don’t need anything more than that.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s not so much a yearning for sex as a yearning for you.  Sex is just a way to show you how he feels about you.  He’s not a man of words, he’s a man of action.  And sometimes the best way he knows to show you how much he misses you, or loves you, or needs you is to make love to you. So, with the knowledge that either of you can die the next time you’re out of each other’s sight, it’s pretty often.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Give him a few minutes to make sure you’re tucked against him with no plans on leaving and he’s out like a light.  Seriously, nothing get him to actually sleep faster than a night of love making followed by you snuggled up against him.  Nothing but pleasant dreams and darkness can follow that.

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[showmethebeautyinlife-blog]

Pieces Of My Soul.

Chapter 1 - Surprise part 1.

I laid in bed thinking. My birthday was coming up. Great. I often thought about how it would be a typical day for me. Waking up and doing absolutely nothing all day just hoping that something will come through my path changing the direction of my course for the day. Even though my birthday was at least a week and a half away I couldn’t help but feel dismal about it. I don’t enjoy my birthday, ever. If anything it’s just another day to sit about being depressed and hating everything and everyone around you. However there was one flaw to this and I knew it. If anything it was just a matter of me voicing it out loud so that others could see I didn’t truly feel this way.

There was one person who was an exception to my bitterness and I named them as my best friend. Not many people worm their way into my heart but she managed to within moments, we share common interests, the same views, like and dislike the same foods. Some may think it odd that we are so similar, but to me it’s perfectly normal when being asked “Are you two sisters?” Most of all I was happy that she liked what I did, knew me back to front. We both had the common ground of liking kpop. And with this thought I slowly fell asleep.

“Wow…” Beauty. That’s all I could see once I had woken up. It was the only way I could describe the scene that laid in front of me out of the window. However my serenity was soon broken by the realisation that I was sitting with my knees to my chest and that I had fallen asleep wearing my BTS jumper as usual along with a pair of bed shorts. Why am I like this? I heaved a sigh and dropped back down facing the ceiling, after shimming down a little so that I didn’t hurt myself. Following that grabbing a pillow that fell off the bed to ram my face into so that I could scream a little.

“Why am I screaming?” (You voice without realising). After some time I finally know after looking to the bedside table that it’s A) because I’ve hit the point of being insane, B) I know I haven’t showered yet as well as C) it’s 7am… “WHY AM I UP SO EARLY!”

“Better still why are you talking to yourself?”

“I don’t know why, it’s a habit at this point. And why am I annoyed at being awake?” I slowly looked to the direction of the door realising that the reply I had previously received was not from myself and that I was actually talking to someone and sounding completely crazy.

Gasping and jumping slightly in my bed I shuffled around in my bed sheets. It was my next door neighbor Grayson.

He laughed slightly before speaking “Did you really not hear me come in? I even knocked lightly but you didn’t answer, then you started talking to yourself and screaming..”

Laughing lightly I scratched my head realising that the list of people in my life needed increasing to two from the night before as Grayson was a close friend since I was younger and first moved here. Soon I zone out when thinking about the time we had spent together.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Grayson was now a lot closer than I had remembered as he shook me back to reality, his face incredibly close. He doesn’t know personal space at this point when it comes to me because of how long it's been.

Shuffling backwards on my double bed to make room, I leaned back on the wall making space for Grayson to move forward and place himself a short distance in front of me on my bed.

“I’m fine, what are you doing here so early? Surely everyone is in bed?” He smirked at my words.

“Little do you know my little princess, your mother gave me a spare key to your house a few years ago just incase anything bad happened to you and I needed to get to you as quickly as possible.” I scoffed, knowing he’s calling me princess because he sees me as a lot younger than him. But I soon remembered how much I appreciate that considering how many times he’s come running over at rediculous times. Mostly I had just presumed I was the one who let him in or someone was awake and going to work.

“Lay off, I don’t see why she would but thank you for always being here for me” I said forcing a slight smile on my face. “Anyways, back to why you’re here so early?”

He seemed to think through what he was about to say before speaking to me. “You see I’m here to spend the day with you for your birthday!”

I stared completely confused. “But it’s not my birthday yet?”

Taking my hand lightly and making you feel weird Grayson looks me in the eyes. “Look, just accept it, today is the day we will spend the day together in the name of your birthday, just in case you happen to be busy in the next week or so, you know…”

I raise an eyebrow suspiciously. “Mmmmm… is there something you’re not telling me Grayson?”

“No! No! Not at all! Now get dressed let’s go!” I groaned.

“IT’S TOO EARLY!” I get a slight sigh in response to which is given back by my own as a response, followed by “Fine… I guess I’ll go have a shower…”

As my usual habit you being to talk to myself again. ‘I guess I’ll take my phone into the bathroom with me, it’s not that I don’t trust Grayson, it’s more of a fact that he’s unpredictable.’

Placing the phone next to the sink, leaving it on silent mode before getting into the shower, I got in the shower and started to sing numerous songs, and even end up singing Adore U by Seventeen at some point, leaving myself in a daydream of the men that I look up to so much.

After some time I actually manage to drag myself out of the shower and get dressed with the outfit that Grayson had chosen for me. I was used to this, I guess you could say that he was my second best friend. Eventually I walked out and found that Grayson wasn’t there anymore, and was replaced by the smell of pancakes from the kitchen. He must be cooking. Typical, always acting like this is his own home.

That day, I ended up eatting with Grayson, going out to the dog park with his dog, he then proceeds to buy me dinner, acts strange for the first time since we was younger, and takes me ice skating because he knows how much I love it. We was only just arriving to the rink and he was already excited and couldn’t seem to hold it in. When we finally get there he says he will meet me in there after he pays for my ticket.

After putting the hired skates on, I go into a dark rink and wonder why there’s barely any light considering they just opened. Suddenly I hear a shout “SURPRISE”. I was so shocked that I nearly fell over. Looking around, I see a group of people who were mutual friends of mine, Grayson’s as well as your best friend and at the centre the best friend herself. “Shay!!!!” I screamed as I gave her a tight hug. “I can’t believe this!! What is this all about!?”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! This is surprise number one!!” I smiled as she hugged me back.

“How many more surprises are there?”

“Just one more, I promise!”

I look at her from the side. “Okay then, as long as it’s not too many because you know I don’t like surprises” that was a lie to myself, some part of me did, it was just knowing they were to come.

That whole night I enjoyed each second, my close friends were there, my not so close friends were there, they sang happy birthday, brought me pizza and we skated the night away before going home and returning to bed having sweet dreams about that night until I was awoken early hours the next morning being rang by your best friend.

“PACK YOUR BAGS GIRL, SURPRISE NUMBER TWO IS ON ITS WAY, WE ARE GOING TO SOUTH KOREA!!” My mouth dropped to the floor. South Korea!? What!!!!!!!

“WHAT!!??!?! WHHYYY?” I questioned.

“Well, for your birthday of course! We’re going for a month! Pack enough things! I’ll be over to help soon! You’ll know why we’re there when we get there!” And with that she hung up and I was left there stunned.

#lee jihoon #woozi #seventeen woozi #woozi imagines #woozi scenarios #seventeen #kpop #kpop icons

[narutobluer]

O—->>Naruto Tag Game <<—-O

Tagged by @dearitachi thank you! :D (I still love your tiny Itachi :3) Sorry if there's any mistakes. English is not my native language :)

 F A V O R I T E

·         Female Character - Hinata, I love her! aaaand Kushina, of course :D

·         Male Character - Shikamaru, Naruto, NEJI T_T  SHISUI D':

·         Team - Team 8! Best team ever! (They have a dog, you can't compite against a dog, you will lose)

·         Sensei - Jiraiya </3

·         Hokage - Minato and Tobirama! ♥♥♥

·         Kage - Gaara (I can't change this answer... Gaara is everything)

·         Village - Konoha, of course :D

·         Akatsuki Member - Tobi, Tobi is life! *^*

·         Jutsu -Fūton Rasen Shuriken! (Naruto is a frikin' genius!)

·         Episode/Chapter -  I'm in love with the episode when Hinata confess her love, and Naruto meets his father AND when Naruto is trying to control Kurama's power, and He meets his mother (I cry a lot)

·         Fight Scene -  Naruto vs. Pain (Best fight ever)

·         Fanfiction - I write, I read, I'm caught 

·         Story Arc - Fourth Shinobi World War, is long, but I love it.

Filler - Bikōchū search mission and Kaguya's story (My hype was real)

  What is your…

·         OTP (explain why) - NaruHina. Why? Because when I watched the show for the first time, I saw how Naruto was ignored and hated for no reason, and Hinata was there, cheering up in silence... in that moment I said... THEY MUST BE TOGETHER FOREVER. And they are :D (I love you, Kishimoto)

·         NoTP (without being a dick, explain why) - NaruSaku, because Sakura reminds me of Kushina, and I see them as brothers. Their love is like brother and sister, and I love them.

·         Crackship/s - KibaIno. I don't know why, but I think they look really cute together and I love it :3

·         BroTP - As I said before, NaruSaku, but also, NaruSasu (I ship them as a romantic couple too), KibaHina and ItaShisui (Itachi and Shisui :3)

·         OT3 - Sand sibblings, they are everything :3

·         Crossover ship - Hmmmm, I never think about it, I don't know :/

 M I S C E L L A N E O U S

·         Do you have any headcanons? When Naruto sleeps, he hugs Hinata as he hugs his pillow :3 Hmmm... when someone bothers Himawari, Boruto takes revenge >:) EHMMM I don't know D':

·         Are you happy with the ending? Hmmm, yes and no. Yes because NaruHina is fuckin' cannon and that makes me really happy :D But no, because the story have a lot of characters We have not seen all their development, the girls, they become housewives, and I think that is really retrograde :(

·         How do you feel about the Next Generation? I’m really excited, I want to see more of my little sunflower, and I'm hoping that this new story give me a lot of BoruHima, I need them D:

·         Say something about your favorite character. I'll say it about Naruto. He is really amazing, a hard worker, and he looks dumb, but he is smart and I love him, and I'm so proud of him... :') (I know, he is fictional, but I don't care)

·         What would a child between your OTP look like? They are perfect as they are :D 

·         Say something genuinely nice about your NoTP.: Naruto is really sweet with Sakura. He would be a nice boyfriend :)

·         Say something negative about your OTP. Naruto, you blind idiot... SERIOUSLY!? And Hinata... please, girl CONFESS CLEARLY! 

·         Is there anyway you could be convinced to ship your NoTP? What would make you change your mind about the pairing? I've seen many fanarts and read many stories about them. I liked it, but I think I could not ship them.

·         What makes you mad about the series? Jiraiya and Neji's death... I mean... REALLY!? IT WAS THAT NECESSARY!? 

·         If you could see anything happen in the series, what would it be? A talk between Minato and Kushina talkin' about their meeting with his lovely son.

·         What would you say to Kishimoto if given the chance? Thank you for creating an anime that actually changed my life. It helped me through inexplicably dark times and helped me discover who I was. (I'm not changin' the answer, but I have to say... THANK YOU FOR THE NARUHINA :3)

 In your opinion…

·         Most attractive male? Sasuke is really handsome, but I think that Kakashi wins this batle.

·         Most attractive female? Ino. She is really beautiful (especially, in the Last *^*)

·         Most overestimated? I don’t know...

·         Not appreciated enough? Sakura! I mean, please... really? She is really strong!

·         What is the greatest thing about Naruto? I’d marry him if he were real (well... I don't know if I'd marry him or adopte him and hug him until the end of the days)

·         The worst? I can't meet them ;(

·         The saddest moment? Deaths. I mean, Neji and Jiraiya deaths are insurmountable... and Naruto reading Jiraiya's book :(

·         The most defining? - It has a lot... the first chapter, when he makes the jutsu of the forbidden scroll, when he fights with Sasuke, when Iruka recognizes him, when we discovered the truth about Itachi, when we knew that the Fourth Hokage was Naruto's father, when he forgives Nagato, when Kurama accepts him... and his wedding is gonna be... really really unforgettable (MY BABYYYYYYY T___T)

·         GO! - Okay I think I’m going to rant about Iruka sensei (like you didn’t all see this coming). OKAY. Iruka fucking Umino is my god. HE WAS THERE FOR NARUTO FIRST (with the exception of Hinata and Shikamaru of course) but he was the first adult to treat Naruto like he was an actual human being. He stood up for Naruto, TOOK A SHURIKEN TO THE BACK FOR HIM, cried for him, was hard on him, pushed him, and TRULY BELIEVED IN HIS DREAM TO BE HOKAGE! In Road to Ninja when he made Naruto a cake to apologize for being so hard on him I LOST MY SHIT. I watched that part 800 times, Naruto’s smile was the most brightest and beautiful AND IRUKA’S “WELCOME HOME” WAS SO PRECIOUS!! He was there to share Naruto’s pain when Jiraiya died and was still there for him when he refused to sit on the sidelines during the war even though he was terrified of losing Naruto. He supported his marriage with Hinata and was SO FUCKING PROUD when he became Hokage. He made Naruto the man he is today and I think he would’ve turned into someone full of hate like Sasuke if it weren’t for Iruka. If I don’t stop now I’m going to go on for another 10 minutes at least. So, in conclusion, Iruka Umino is underrated as fuck and I think he deserves so much love it’s ridiculous. PS. This whole post has been a rant for me, I’m sorry, please enjoy!) by @obiistobi (leaving this here because TRUE!!!!!!) (Me too! AMEN!)

·         Why the actual fuck did  Utaka have to die and leave Hotaru????? (That's right!!!!!)

·         Why doesn’t Kakashi have a wife yet????????????/// (Because he is waitin' for me)

·         Actually I can’ type anymore or else it’ll never end. (This is fuckin' long OMG!)

I tag: @rasenshuriken-chidori @kyuubitails @hyuuga-lioness @hail7 @suna-yodo @r0xx0rz @jaegracex3  @minhyshadowjutsu and If you’re readding this... YOU’RE TAGGED :D

#NaruHina #Naruto #Naruto tag #Naruto tag game #Naruto shippuden #Naruto Uzumaki

[ambrosiaplease]

Congratulations, I Love You

There must be a reason Baekhyun befriended him.

He pities him. I even pity myself. What else to lose?

He sincerely cares about him. I keep my hopes up in silence. This could be a lie, a false hope.

No matter the real reason, Kyungsoo is sure about one thing. When Baekhyun leaves, he will be shattered into pieces.

***

A tranquil room that once had a pure white walls, neat and organized table beside a single bed became a stark desolate wasteland. The empty room is now filled with unspoken thoughts, memories of the person who used to stay here as Baekhyun roamed inside the room. He was stunned after seeing the several poems written on the walls. His hands are starting to become cold and sweaty when he walks closer to the wall. He even hears the beating of his heart loudly as his eyes squints on the messy handwriting on the wall.

Being with you was the only cure that I had You were there when I was close to fade away Until when will I wait? No one can understand me, except you

Blood, it was written with blood. He could not take his eyes away from the wall. The writings were all in dried crimson to brownish hue, the color of blood when it dries and it looked like the one who did these was in excruciating pain because of the rugged and shaky strokes of each letters. Baekhyun can't believe what he is seeing right now.

*Make it stop,

make this pounding in my head stop

Fill my lungs with air,

I understand right?

That he's not coming back

He wants to run away from this place but his whole body feels so heavy, paralyzed. Baekhyun needs to see these. He should see all of these.

Before you came into my life All I wanted was to vanish Everything was falling apart Knowing you made the blade under my pillow unused Having your presence stopped my eagerness to die You were my last string of hope to keep me whole Untied me from my misery Nothing was left, even you

Sweat poured down his body as he stayed still looking at the bloody poems on the wall. Baekhyun tried not to breath but he knew it was impossible when he figured out to whom all the poems were written for.

*Take everything away from me, Silent angel

the sharpness of the blade whispers blood at my very core As I cling to my memories of you

He slowly feels the cold tears streaming down on his face. His life being an intern flashed before his eyes. His first day on his internship, his newly gained friends, including the owner of this room. He remembers those times when he visits Kyungsoo. The latter was always sitting on his chair writing something. After their conversations, Baekhyun always had a folded paper in his pocket courtesy of Kyungsoo, when he secretly put it without Baekhyun knowing.

Your voice, my favorite confection so sweet Your voice, wakes me up good morning

Your smile, the brightest so bedazzled Your smile, gives me energy I'm electrified.

His nails started digging into his pale skin but he didn't care. His teeth still chattering in guilt, disappointment. This was all his fault. He walks to the abandoned desk that started to be devoured by rusts. There are several crumpled papers on it. This was the owner's favorite spot whenever Baekhyun visited him. Baekhyun saw the initials that is still engraved in the lower left side of the desk. D.K.S. He feels a sudden pang in his heart.

"Kyungsoo-ya"

He whispers as he touches the engraved initials. He opened all the crumpled papers on the top of the desk, one by one.

*Were the last words that I wrote for you, enough to tell you That in my death, the light that shone through my painful darkness Was a blinding vision of your eternal smile?

*If my words even reach you, I'll assume you don't care Never knew that silence could cut so deep or that you could twist the blade Now I curse all of your beautiful lies... I love you and goodbye..

Byun Baekhyun

Baekhyun

Baekhyunie

Baekhyun.....don't leave me

I wanted love but apathy was given

Are you happy? You better be without me...

Baekhyun's face dropped in remorse after reading the crumpled papers. His energy to stand still was fully drained. He unconsciously sat down on the chair. All the sweet smile, deep voice, and childish pout, the giggles every time he slipped the paper secretly, little did he know that Baekyun knew it from the start. These moments flashed on his mind again. He was pretending to be clueless so that he can see Kyungsoo's cheeky smile that time.

He can no longer control the tears to flow down. He is silently loathing his self, degrading his whole being into different levels as he stares at the crumpled papers that are now folded properly.

There were loud thuds when Baekhyun bumped his forehead on the desk several times. He is now numb to feel any pain from the impact of the slamming. He stopped when the drawer under the desk was slightly opened. Baekhyun checked what's inside the drawer and saw an unsealed white envelope with his full name on it. He heaves before opening the letter.

Byun Baekhyun

Dear Baekhyunie,

*I hope when you are reading this you will still find it well as these endless thoughts drip from my soul

I've been waiting for a year now to hear your quirky knocks outside my door. I miss you it. The 1 knock 2 knocks 3 knocks pattern, when will I hear it again? I remember I was admitted here because I was what? suicidal? or some people thought I am a psycho or what not. Well, whatever you call it. This place was is so horrible until now. I hate staying here because I feel like I am going crazy. But I also remember the first time you walk into my room. You were so bright. I thought that would make me blind. Your frequent visits ignite my hopes to be myself again. You became my very first friend, best friend. You treated me like I was a real friend and I appreciate that.

Life has always been unfair to me. I'm not saying that it should be fair because that is plain stupid. But I want you to know that even I have no idea where you are right now, I hope you are happy. I also hope to see you smiling at me again because you are my only friend. I just hope that one day, things will work out for me too.

You know what, Baekhyunie? I know there's a part of you that pitied me. I can see it in your eyes sometimes. At first, I don't want someone to pity me because I've been doing that all my life. It's like a part of my routine. But I realized that pity was the only thing that you can give me. But it looks like even your pity can't stand my existence.

You taught me how to live again, You helped me find my lost dreams and revive my dead hopes. *But You took them all too. I watched you steal them and had to see you smile. You made me understand so many things in life. Like how I loathe myself for making you the only star in my sky, leaving my eyes to marvel on you thinking that you should be mine. I miss you so much  to the point that my heart constricts every minute waiting its time to explode. Every night I dream of you. Your bright smile was the only cure to my tortured soul. Every morning I am forcing myself to wake up hoping that you'll come back. You don't want me to be cured. Do you?

Can you tell me if you will visit me again? Can you visit me for the last time? I don't know what's happening with me but these past few months without you, I'm starting to feel the frigid air that leaves me breathless. I am having a hard time breathing because of the pain I'm feeling in my heart. I have no idea why am I like this. It scares me. It scares me that you'll leave me. Agony is filling my lungs as I try to scream your name on the window hoping that you would hear me. I thought I am whole again but I was wrong. I'm broken by your silence. You did really left me.

I remember I promised not cut myself again. You said that all I need to do when I get depressed was to call you so that you can hold my hand tightly. But where are you? Maybe this blade has won by default as my only friend then. Sorry for breaking my promise Baekhyun. But my hands are shaking terribly, aching to touch the blade and slowly cut my wrist to know if the pain didn't fully numb my whole being. I never thought that too much pain will make you numb or more like a living dead.

Enough of this, maybe you're getting bored. Maybe the reason you're not here anymore is that you're bored.

If ever you see this letter, and if ever you've reached this part, all I want to say is thank you so much. You made me live a little longer than I expected. You helped me prolong my life, made me experience what real happiness was. Thank you for teaching me how to love myself for a short period of time.

Thank you for letting me love you and this is for the rest of my life maybe until I die. I might hate myself again but one thing is for sure, I may get tired and stop from living but I will never stop loving you.

I'm tired, Baekhyun. Sorry for giving up. I want to wait a little longer to see you smile and hear your voice that I really like the most for the last time but I'm already tired.

To my first and last love, goodbye.

Do Kyungsoo

Baekhyun almost had a mental breakdown. He tried to regain his stance but he collapses on the wooden floor, swollen with raging emotions that attacks him deeply. His knuckle is still close, holding the letter that was crumpled easily.

***

A year ago

Baekhyun was being called in the middle of his duty by the head nurse of Goyang Mental Hospital. It was so sudden, he didn't have any idea why. He was still clueless when he entered the head nurse's office. The head nurse named Joonmyeon, asked him to sit down for a while. He handed the brown enveloped to Baekhyun without saying anything. The latter shows his confusion so the nurse told him to just open it.

Completion of Internship Form

Baekhyun was shocked. He was only on his fourth month as an intern in this hospital. He still has two months before he completes the number of hours needed.

"Sir, I still have two-" Baekhyun tried to reason out but the head nurse cut him.

"I know that Baekhyun. Your internship here in GMH is over so you have to apply for another hospital now. You can be deployed to Incheon Mental Institute once I endorsed you." Jonnmyeon explained. Baekhyun frowns because he can't understand what is hapenning. The head nurse noticed that the confusion on Baekhyun's face is still there then he cleared his throat.

"Doctor Park observed that our patient Do Kyungsoo started to be more and more dependent on you, Baaekhyun. And according to him, this will not help the patient. They had an emergency meeting yesterday regarding about this and the only solution to not make things worst is to deploy you to another hospital so that you can still continue your internship."  Joonmyeon explained bluntly. Baekhyun can't think of anything to say. Yes, it's true that he already established a connection with Kyungsoo and he thinks that Kyungsoo is trying his best to be better. He wanted to be with him and witness the moment Kyungsoo will be discharged.

"Being a nurse, you should know that. Never establish a deep connection with a patient. Worst comes to worst, the patient will always be on the losing side on this kind of game so be professional. If you want what's the best for Do Kyungsoo, then you will do the right thing." Joonmyeon reminded him the truth that he forgot on the very first day he laid his eyes on his first patient.

*Lyrics from some Alesana songs

#congratulations i love you #final #oneshot #do kyungsoo #angst