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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months

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stone x tattoo/henna artist! reader

maybe stone's henna artist got sick? maybe she left town? anyways, she isn't available and stone has to do his henna with us

Anon, you and I are the same wavelength because that was one of the scenarios I thought about when asked about Stone x civilian reader before I picked neighbor!reader. Anywho, let's do this.

Stone knew there were two henna artists at the tattoo/henna artist shop he goes to, but he had only interacted with the female henna artist and he trusted her to do his henna. So when he walked into the shop for his appointment, he was expecting her to greet him.

But instead, there was you. The male henna artist and one of the few male henna artists in the area. Your skin was adorned with tattoos, permanent and henna tattoos alike. There were also a few piercings because this place also did piercings.

"Ah, you must be Arya's ten-thirty appointment! I'm {Name}, Arya's sick so I'm taking all of her appointments today," you said, a smile fitting naturally on your face. It was so bright but, at least it seemed genuine. "I see on the client file on the computer that your name is Stone?"

Stone snapped out of his stupor and grunted coldly. "It's what people call me, yes." His skin tingled in irritation at the idea of being worked on by someone new, but he hated not having his henna done when he had an appointment for it even more.

So he followed you deeper into the shop to where your workstation was, his footsteps so much heavier than yours. He was so much taller than you too, so burly and strong.

He wondered what you were thinking of him. He had heard from Arya that most men felt comfortable getting their henna done with you, since you were also a man, as it took some insecurity about getting henna done when you're a man out of the equation. He doubted he was the the first "tough guy" you had worked on, but he also knew that his height and demeanor intimidated people left and right. And the last thing he needed was for his temporary henna artist to shake due to being intimidated.

When Stone got to your workstation, he sat down in the client chair, the poor chair creaking loudly underneath his sheer weight. He watched with cold eyes as you sat down in your own chair and when you were near, he rested his arms on the table in front of him.

"You have a lot of scars," you murmured, unable to help yourself when you saw just how scarred his brown skin was. His body was a canvas of years of war.

"Can you still do the henna?" Stone asked, shifting your thoughts away from the amount of scars on him. He knew you technically could, after all, his usual henna artist did it all the time.

You nodded, getting out your tools. "Of course. As I'm sure Arya told you the first time you got henna done with her, properly healed scars will retain the henna stain," you explained, though he already knew it. "Are we doing the same design you always get?"

Stone nodded, because he was a man of predictability. Thankfully, his file on the computer had said what design he always got, so you didn't have to ask him. And it was a good thing, because he promptly shut up once you started.

You were used to clients who preferred to be quiet during their appointments, but Stone's silence was different. It was heavier, especially with the way he was staring at you with those cold brown eyes. But you couldn't complain, he sat completely still. The stillest anyone has ever sat when you do henna on them.

Because of his stillness, the session took less time than it would, you making less mistakes. When it was over, his hands and arms were wrapped properly to get the best stain possible and you couldn't even tell if he was pleased with the way you did his henna. It was the same design, but different artists come up with different results of the same design. Though you suppose, he would've been vocal had it not been what he wanted.

Stone didn't speak much, even when paying you. He didn't say thank you, he just made his next appointment and gave you a tip before going on his way. You didn't see him get into a car, which was a good thing since driving home would potentially ruin the henna, and you saw him walk away from the store.

Huh, well, it wasn't everyday that you got such an enigmatic client.

You looked down at the tip he gave you and that was more tip than your regular clients give you. Guess there was some upside to taking on Arya's clients on for the day.

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thegayneurodivergentagenda · 10 months

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hi hello pran autism anon here again!! i just watched ep 4 again and i noticed at the scene when pat comes to give pran his earphones, and lets himself in, pran repeatedly expresses his distaste at the fact for two reasons. yes, he doesn’t want pat infringing on his privacy or messing up his meticulously arranged living space. but it's the other reason that intrigues me when looking at pran through an autistic lens. he repeats that pat entered without being let in. he's very bothered not only by pat's actions, but also the fact that pat is breaking a social norm. as an autistic person, i find that i tend to feel uncomfortable when i see other people not follow social norms, which i feel is because i've had to consciously learn these and remind myself to follow them for years. i feel like pran is having a similar internal experience here, where he's seeing pat do something that isn't considered 'socially acceptable', which bothers him because he has a script in his head that he's built up over the years, and this doesn't follow the script that he uses to dictate what is and isn't okay to do, what does and doesn't get him acceptance from his peers etc. he then comments that pat 'has no manners'. i think this is a pretty common thing that many autistic people have experienced, being told we have no manners because we unconsciously broke an unwritten social rule we never learnt about. pran, in my opinion, can't help but project the rules he's learnt to help himself fit in and mask onto other people. it might be a very small detail to focus on, but it's something that really got me thinking.

thank you for reading my rant about literally three lines of dialogue!! hope you have a great day!!!

I love you anon.

I know you didn't technically ASK me to rant about Pran's relationship w his room but I have too much to say and I hope you're okay w that.

Pran and his room: from the lens of autism

1. As someone with autism, social rules and norms that we agree with are set in stone. So your analysis about Pat breaking a social rule makes a lot of sense. Especially when you see the other interactions at the food stall and music shop (you're not supposed to sniff people????????????)

2. It's also likely that he's very transparently present in his room. For people with autism, our rooms are our safe spaces and worst nightmares because they reflect so much of who we are. If they are messy, It's our mess. If it's organized, It's customised to our space. Rooms, dorms and other living spaces are basically a self portrait.

Which is why when Pat dares enter and sneak a peak at his barest self, lit with fairy lights and faces telling him how to smile, rituals along every curve and table, he feels scared. What if Pat notices his smilies and thinks he's still a child (he should have overcome the hyperfixation by now? Will Pat understand?) What if Pat notices his coffee stained couch and calls Pran on being an imposter who only pretends to get angry at messy stains. There's so many ways Pat could see behind his carefully constructed masks.

His apprehension from pat entering could be from not letting Pat see him.

And that's also why he holds the social norm of asking before entering so close to his daily functioning; revels in the safety of enforcing this rule rigidly.

[I sometimes liken this to the idea of a nest in the omegaverse where it's extremely personal and reflective of the person making it. I also love the omega verse so much because it takes a lot of neurodivergent traits and makes them seem normal and that's just another post altogether]

3. When Pat and Pran finally get their shit together Pran let's Pat change his room and make the space theirs. It's the biggest declaration of love if I've ever seen one. He let's Pat put up photos and shares his bed and doubles the Pillows and makes space for Nong Nao. All because he's ready to allow Pat in his space. Across the rituals. Inside his safety.

4. The fact that the most crucial of the moments (The Kiss, The Bet, The Ming) happen away from the safety of his room goes along with this and his canon OCD.

If you're living with OCD, safe spaces can turn into compulsions at the sight of threat. And the fact that he was so adamant on keeping the relationship behind closed doors felt a lot like stemming not just from his anxiety about his parents but also his imposter syndrome: It's a glitch in the matrix that Pat likes me back and we should not test the matrix lest it remind Pat I'm an annoyance that he rather not deal with.

If you have autism, the safety of your room provides familiar and clear cues that could be helpful if an emergency is to arrive (I could just start talking about the rotting food if conversations get tougher// I could go to my own washroom and pretend to take my time if I feel overwhelmed). These safety nets are not present Outside.

And it is through his autism that Pran shows his love to Pat.

He let's Pat break his rules constantly. Not because they don't cause him discomfort. They still do. But his love for Pat is just greater than that.

He will let Pat drag him outside. Let Pat post photos of him. Let Pat make a mess on his kitchen table. Go with Pat to an unknown room.

As Anon said, these rules and norms and safe spaces are all in place because of being reprimanded for being neurodivergent by the neurotypical system builders. They are precautions to avoid being hurt or being called out on the fact that they don't belong.

But Pran doesn't feel hurt in Pat's presence. Because regardless of if they are friends or enemies, they've always belonged together.

#hi anon i love you #and i hope you know your efforts are appreciated sm in this home #i cant help but feel like youre apprehensive about the accuracy of your analysis #but i hope you know that youre so insightful and fun?#all autism is different in its nuances and i love you for putting in so much efforts for our dear old pran #bad buddy #patpran #bad buddy brain rot #bad buddy text posts #autism #neurodivergent #ill wait for anon to become non anon but take your time bb #we have hugs for you!!!

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vulture-writes-stuff · 1 year

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🦅

w🥚w egg landed!

hello again amazing writer <3 it is i, the silly 🥚 again <3 do not mind my unneeded entry i just thought it was funny.

anyway! lately, people have been shoving obey me in my face and i started to miss them again. my boys. my lovely lovely boys.

so i came in at lightning speed to humbly request from you some obey me content. >:)

do you think, that mayhaps you could do some.. headcanons? or just short drabbles of diavolo, beel, satan and mammon with a male!reader s/o who is mayhaps shorter than them— ahem face in chest height ahem aaaaand their favourite things to do with you? just like anything, in their free time, dates, whatever comes to mind!

sfw or nsfw is fine, as long as my bois are there. hihi. thank you <3

Finally someone who reads my fandom list!!!! A breath of fresh air. I haven't written for OM in a long time - I think my last fanfic for it was on Wattpad, before I purged my account because I was sick and tired of being picked on by 13 y/o kids lmao.

You have good taste my yolky friend. Diavolo and Satan were among my top favorites!! Man, typing that has made me realize just how fucking strange OM is. I'm sure my ancestors would be proud of me.

Enough existential dread for now. The egg is here and it's time to fry him. But like, positively. Am I funny yet?

Various X Short Male Reader

Favorite thing to do with you headcanons - SFW

Diavolo

⋄ This man is just a big puppy. A big, demonic puppy who also happens to be royalty.

⋄ He honestly adores doing just about anything with you, but has a particular fondness for trips to the human world with you. Diavolo lived a very sheltered childhood, so just about anything excites him.

⋄ Since he's the heir to the throne of the Devildom, he's aware that he's technically not supposed to be involved in a relationship with anyone. Particularly not some human guy.

⋄ But Diavolo doesn't care!

⋄ His favorite thing to do with you is to go to the human world. You tell him about all sorts of things as you walk along, occasionally dragging him to places you enjoy.

⋄ He loves seeing you get excited about anything, even if it's as simple as a flock of ducks chilling in the park.

⋄ He's tall as fuck, and definitely enjoys picking you up to just carry you places.

⋄ You point out things you think he'd like, and he always likes them.

⋄ His personal favorite is when you bring him to any sort of outdoor market. There's always so many things to look at, and it's never the same twice in a row. He still has a cute little figurine of a bird you got him once.

⋄ It sits on his desk, and he considers it his royal advisor. It holds his pens.

Beelzebub

⋄ Most people anticipate that I would put something related to eating here. And they're half right to be honest!

⋄ Whenever you have a lot of free time on your hands, you go out and get the stuff you need to cook. Just anything, really. You've taken to cooking typical foods in the Devildom and adding your own little spin to them.

⋄ And guess who's there with you, giving you expert culinary advice?

⋄ That is absolutely right, it's Beel himself. He knows just about any meal in existence, and how to make it. He's been around for a very long time, what else is he gonna do?

⋄ The shopping trip usually starts with both of you walking together, and ends with you sitting in the shopping cart directing Beel on what to buy. While keeping him from bankrupting you by buying too many snacks.

⋄ When you get back to the House, you spend however long cooking whatever you decided on... And goofing around a little in the process.

⋄ Beel may love food, but he loves you more.

⋄ He just really likes those moments with you, because you always get so keenly focused on what you're doing. If only you put that much attention into studying.

⋄ Beel also likes the part where he gets to eat whatever you made together. Sometimes it's amazing, sometimes it isn't.

⋄ Whatever the result, you had fun. That's all that matters in the end, really! And the cleanup, of course, otherwise Lucifer would have a field day punishing you. That's no fun.

Satan

⋄ He's a very simple guy. His favorite moments are the quiet ones.

⋄ Satan simply adores when you just kind of... Hang out. Existing in the same room is enough for him, because your presence is very comforting.

⋄ He loves when you just kind of... Show up. And lay down on him.

⋄ Sometimes you talk, and it's usually about whatever you'd been reading recently or some silly little story about your day. He's eager to listen.

⋄ Satan wants to hold you in his arms, just share a comfortable silence with you. On days when either of you are feeling down, you'll often just lay in bed together. Sometimes you don't say anything.

⋄ Other times you ask him to talk, about anything. Just to get your mind off everything the world is doing to you. He'll happily ramble until you're feeling better, even if it's a story he's told you a thousand times before.

⋄ On one occasion, you take him to your favorite human world cat cafe for a coffee date. He's absolutely thrilled to be with you, while also being surrounded by cats.

⋄ Really, just being with him is enough for him. He's a simple man.

⋄ He also enjoys studying with you! Sure, nobody really likes studying, but studying with someone else is a lot more fun.

⋄ Satan is incredibly happy he gets to call you his boyfriend, and his favorite times are... Well, the peaceful times.

Mammon

⋄ Bona fide criminal.

⋄ Mammon was your first!! He was the demon who took care of you when you first showed up in the Devildom, and he's very proud of that fact.

⋄ His favorite times are the times where you acknowledge how amazing he is. We all know this man is in desperate need of praise and approval, and you just shower him in it.

⋄ You call him out when he's being a fucking moron, but you also defend him from his brothers when they're being particularly nasty. You, a tiny human man, against six all-powerful demons.

⋄ Seeing you stubbornly argue with Lucifer is his favorite thing. Because it just reminds him that he's very lucky you happened to get picked for the exchange program.

⋄ Another favorite is when you two conveniently skip class together and get up to fun shenanigans. Of course, you keep him from doing anything too idiotic, but you're willing to do some stupid shit together.

⋄ Whilst also keeping him from blowing all his money on a stupid bet he'd never win.

⋄ While a little rule-breaking is high on his list of amazing things about you, his big big favorite is when you kiss him. You're short compared to him, and he loves to scoop you up and kiss you whenever you ask.

⋄ Sometimes you pull him down instead, and it always catches him off guard.

⋄ He just really likes having a point of contact. He'll compare the size of your hands, keep an arm around your waist, ruffle your hair... It's just reassuring to be near you. But kisses are his favorite.

Me resisting the urge to post a picture of my cat because I wrote about cats. But I don't have any good pictures of them and I wrote these headcanons sitting in my car waiting for my shift to start.

Anyways enjoy egg!!!

#fanfic #x reader #writers on tumblr #x male reader #obey me #obey me shall we date #diavolo x reader #satan x reader #beelzebub x reader #mammon x reader #fluff #headcanons #obey me headcanons #writing requests #request #egg anon #obey me x reader #obey me x male reader

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spaceratprodigy · 5 months

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OC Questionnaire

Thank you for the tags @bokatan @the-lastcall 💖💕

[ Faith and Iris OC Questionnaire ]

👇🖤 Maril Fun Facts! 🖤👇

Legal Name:

💙 – "The name's Maril Highwind, daughter of Cid Highwind!"

Nickname:

💙 – "Well, I don't got an official nickname per se.. Papa Cid and everyone called me all sorts of things growing up. I think my favorite is when Papa calls me his little starlight tho."

Gender:

💙 – she/her

Orientation:

💙 – bisexual and probably somewhere on the ace spectrum

Star Sign:

💙 – "I'm not sure when my real birthday is. Papa says it was late March when he found me so we always celebrated the day he took me in." Maril taps her chin in thought. "I think that would be Aries, yeah?"

Height:

💙 – "I'm 5 foot 6 without shoes!"

Nationality:

💙 – n/a

Favorite Fruit:

💙 – Maril smiles and looks at the floor. "I've never seen one myself, but I've heard all sorts of stories about paopu fruit. They say if two people share one, their destinies become intertwined and they'll remain a part of each other's lives no matter what. Isn't that just dreamy sounding?" She twiddles her fingers while bouncing her leg. "I suppose the question was more referring to fruits I have tried, huh.. I really like citrusy things I suppose! They're pretty yummy!"

Favorite Season:

💙 – "Funnily enough, I never really thought about my favorite season until I visited Twilight Town for the first time!" A smile flashes across Maril's face, fond memories filling her mind. "Traverse Town was always kind of the same and Hollow Bastion, well.." she trails off, thinking about home. "Anyway," she moves along "summer in Twilight Town was unforgettable and really meant a lot to those I met there. For the experience alone, I think I'm a big fan of the summertime."

Favorite Flower:

💙 – hydrangea, morning glory, sunflower

Favorite Scent:

💙 – "Papa would get a good laugh out of me saying something like oil or grime, but it's true! I already love being a gummi ship mechanic and all the smells of my shop remind me of growing up and Papa Cid teaching me everything he knows!" The excitement in Maril's voice pops, her smile radiates so much warmth, it's hard not to join in. "I have a certain fondness for ink, parchment, wood, and the smell of dusty old books as well. Reminds me of my other favorite teachers! Merlin taught all my academics and we mayyy or may not have dabbled in magic." She winks. "Geppetto taught me how to read blueprints and design gummi ships!" Maril puckers her lips and looks away in thought. "My newest favorite scent, gosh, it has to be all of the delicious food cooking around Twilight Town! I've never smelled anything so good in my life!"

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate:

💙 – "Hot Cocoa!"

Average Hours of Sleep:

💙 – "Papa always said I needed my full 8 hours! But.." she taps her fingers "sometimes nowadays I stay up a lil later than I should. I just get so excited to work on projects!"

Dog or Cat Person:

💙 – "Both are super cute! If I had to choose one, I think I'd have to go with dogs? Between you and me.." she leans in close "I think a crow would be a wicked cool animal friend to have!"

Dream Trip:

💙 – "I kind of miss Traverse Town, but I doubt I'll ever be able to visit it again outside of my dreams. I love helping Papa and everyone rebuild Hollow Bastion tho, I know how much their home means to them and how important it is for them to be back. Aerith told me it was once called Radiant Garden, and gosh, it sounds like it was so beautiful in her stories. I can go on and on about all my favorite worlds that I'd like to visit again. Twilight Town, 100 Acre Wood, The Grid–" Maril caught her breath and a wave of sadness glazed over her eyes. She blinks hard a couple times. "I've heard stories about other places I'd like to visit as well.. Tink keeps telling me about her home world, Pixie Hollow she says it's called! I think that's where we'll go next!"

Favorite Fictional Character:

💙 – "Technically speaking I did meet Pooh Bear in that old book of Merlin's, so I think Pooh would count as a storybook character?" Maril thinks hard about the cast of characters she's met in her life and the complicated nature of some of their existences and meetings. "I have.. I have another answer.." her voice softens in a way rarely heard by others. "It's.. I don't know.. I suppose there's some debate about how real some others consider him.. but.. Tron.. my dear friend, Tron.."

Number of Blankets They Sleep With:

💙 – "Oh golly, at least 2 or 3 usually I would say! I love being warm and cozy!"

Random Fact:

💙 – Maril fell in love with gummi ships growing up, all thanks to Cid! It became her dream to be the best gummi ship mechanic across the stars. Besides learning from Cid and Geppetto, she also became Chip and Dale's apprentice when she first sets off from home. As the story progresses, she helps make advancements in other gummi tech beyond the gummi phone. Kind of related but I won't get fully into it now: when she finds out what CLU did in The Grid and is forced to face Rinzler, she becomes very devoted to attempting to save him and fix his code.

open tag to anyone who wants to jump in!

#slowly but surely chipping away at some of these tag games when I can #fatigue is still hitting me really bad so I'm just trying to rest as much as I can when I can bc can't do much else #maril highwind #(this one got a lil long bc I thought it would be fun to let Maril answer most of the questions herself 💙)

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rubythecrimsonwriter · 5 months

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Saw a post about how someone really just wants to open the emergency exit doors and boy do I have a Lowe's Story for you.

I worked in a couple of different areas while I was there, but what I originally got hired to do was be cashier, so most of what I saw was the very front of the store. As soon as you got me past the first set of aisles or the two plumbing aisles that flanked the path to the break room, I really couldn't help you.

And then the day comes where they put me on customer service, because I'm really good at saying, "Fuck You, Have A Nice Day" in Corporate apparently, and unbeknownst to me, this means that I now have to have my finger to the pulse of literally every section of the store.

I. Couldn't even tell you that there was a dedicated section for flooring. Much less that there was a fucking horizontal AND vertical LABYRINTH in approximately fifteen by forty square feet of space that functioned as the "Back of House". I say that very loosely. It was a place to store extra appliances and special orders. If some idiot asked us to check in the back, it was the place to go to, play a level of Candy Crush or solve Wordle or something, and then go back and apologize and say that there really isn't anything.

Our Day 1 training module, across all departments, includes a section on, "The Customer is Shopping in Our Warehouse!! Therefore All Of The Stock Is On The Floor Or On Shelves. :)" Which is basically yoinked verbatim jsyk.

Someone in appliances hands me a string of numbers and letters my dyslexic ass took a whole three minutes to decipher correctly and told me to go find it.

"What," I asked with patience that my red hair convinces most people I do not have, "is it, and where, exactly, am I finding it?"

"Oh go down aisle 32 and hang a right and through a doorway and it's a refrigerator I want to make sure it's here first."

Aisle 32 is simple enough, but the end of Aisle 32 is an emergency exit.

Surely, I thought, it would not be through the emergency exit?

But to my right is a wall, and I do mean a WALL, of refrigerator boxes and wrapped countertops, which I could climb over at the risk of several people asking what the hell, but would like to actually keep the job.

So I back up a bit to see if there's a right turn that I can go down, and nope. What little I can see of the other side of the wall of refrigerators and countertops is at max capacity for either dishwashers or washing machines, from the back they look very similar.

I have watched my coworkers do dumber things, at this point, than place the "Back of House" on the opposite side of an emergency exit, so I sigh in What Am I Doing, and push the door open.

The good news: the door was alarmed, and the Back of House did not lay on the other side.

The bad news: the door was alarmed, and the Back of House did not lay on the other side.

Of course, this has the almost immediate effect of bringing the Operations Manager down on my location like a fire had started. Which it had not, but there was An Alarm about it.

The Operations Manager hears me out, thankfully looking like he was trying not laugh at this cashier confounded by emergency exits and refrigerators, and gently explains that this, technically, is the Back Entrance to the Back of House, and they block it off some times when they get a whole bunch of stock in and haven't gotten a chance to put it Up yet, and guided me around to the Front Entrance to the Back of House, whereupon I got to look at the Sea Of Boxes Taller Than I Am and finally asked how on Earth am I supposed to find One Specific Fridge?

The store manager, having ALSO been alerted to The Non-Existent Fire, catches up in time to hear this and realize that There Is No Fire In Lowe's and the man who hired me remarks dryly, "Well, you have a gymnastics background, don't you?"

#i told him thered be an actual emergency use for the emergency door the second i try to do a hand spring on top of a refrigerator box #whether that emergency would be an emergency firing or an ambulatory emergency was kind of a coin toss #grown adult men in their sixties giggling like schoolgirls over the phrase emergency firing was low-key hilarious ngl #'swearing'#storytime!

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kitsuvil · 1 year

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— liebestraum. [venti x gn!reader]

notes; modern au, romantic fluff for days, first date, venti is end game, technically friends to lovers bcs i don't love stranger to lover romance, this is dedicated to @lilneps /@charasbook and their poor tumblr grounded account

summary; your first romantic date with venti (a friend that's been there for you for months now) knocks your socks off and makes you fall head over heels for hours as he takes you around town from the break of day til the eventide.

words; 2.4k

"I'm still not sure why you insist on making our first date such a big event, Ven," I stretch as I try to shake off the remainder of the fatigue still clinging onto me from the early wake.

"Isn't the first date something you're supposed to remember for years after?" He laughs while opening the car door for me like a gentleman, so I can comfortably sit down.

"Okay, I guess I understand that and it's really sweet I would love a memorable first date... But, it's 6 AM."

"That's the point, you'll see once you realize where I'm taking you! It's a view I've been saving for you!" Venti takes the wheel and drives away from my home.

He offers to stop by a cafe on the way back from the place after seeing the state I'm in, but after managing a quiet "sure", I'm gone, lights out, with the hushed car noises and Venti's humming lulling me into a nap.

I don't stay asleep for long though, being jolted awake by Venti tapping on my shoulder.

"We're here, seems like you're a pretty light sleeper," He backs up after seeing my body come alive again.

"In the passenger seat of a car? I sure am."

I take a look around me, rubbing whatever crust is left on my eyes as I bask in the glory of the crisp morning air. When I can finally process what I'm saying, I feel my feet suddenly grounded as far as they could ever be, stuck directly onto the gravel road.

"Tell me, how long was I actually asleep for?"

"About 30 minutes or so, why?"

"How did I sleep through the entire experience of you driving up a mountain?"

"...Ehe," He shines his grin, almost as if to sprinkle magical glee fairy dust onto me. Nevertheless, it worked. I shut up for a minute and looked over the dark city we lived in. Some shops had glowing lights already, while others wouldn't until a few hours later. The rest of the mountains and some forest speckled the view in the distance, I could see anything I've ever dreamed of. It felt like I was a bird, seeing the world from this high up.

"They say the sun rises in about 5 minutes, you ready to start the day?"

All I can muster is a laugh, still rendered speechless.

"I sure am ready now, but if this is the first thing, I'm almost fearful of what the next could be."

"Well, of course after we get our morning coffee... We're going to spend most of the day at the local Renaissance Fair!"

"The what– Venti? How are we supposed to visit the Renfaire with no outfits, I beg thee to knowledge me?"

"That's the even more fun part, we get our outfits there. Have you seen that trend where people buy things to add onto their outfit at the fair itself?"

"Yes, is that your plan?"

"Yeah, doesn't it sound exciting?"

"Even if it didn't, I couldn't say no to you."

"That's a bad habit to make. If I told you to do 15 pushups right now for good luck, would you do it?"

"For good luck? Sure, why not, I bet you could grant me that luck easily."

"Oh. Well, you would be correct, but that was not the lesson I wanted to teach at all..." Venti trails off as I turn back to the sunrise that's peaking out a good amount by now. The sky is turning a beautiful rose color, mixed in with orange and slightly blue hues from the night previous.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Not as beautiful as you," Venti inches closer to you, surprising you with his arms not more than a second later. "A morning hug, for you."

"Venti, you are–"

"The cutest person ever? I know," He winks before even letting me finish my sentence.

"Let's pretend like I was going to say that, instead of teasing you for being so attached to me."

"You would never!" Venti acts shocked, slightly nudging his shoulder into mine, teasing me back.

"Oh I would," I put as we both turn back to enter the car again and continue our trip. This time, both of us listen to music and dance together silently in the confines of our seats, appreciating the morning between both of us and the sunrise that's still glowing like a goddess all around. We both quickly order our coffee, comparing orders and sharing drinks before heading straight over to the fair.

The aura of the place hits me before the visuals can, the positive energy and voices flowing into me. I can see multiple stalls already set up to keep the excitement running, people decked out in full pirate gear, vampire hunter gear, fae outfits, anything you could name that was magical, it would be here. Many were dressed as their DnD Characters, while others played the role of normal tavern goers in a fantasy world. Many universes collided, all to settle into one location that could house them all.

But Venti and I were in cute going-out outfits. I was happy we'd look entirely different by the end of the day but still, excluding the families who didn't have money or time to dress up, I felt so out of place.

"What's the plan first?"

"Definitely get an outfit base. How about we run around for 5 minutes, find a base to style off, it can be either a basic piece or a center piece, then we group up back here and show off what we got? How does that sound?"

"I thought I was the one running this date... But it's good for me!"

"In that case, ready, set, go!"

I was sure he'd find something in no time, he had an impeccable sense of fashion when it came to this type of thing. Me on the other hand... Sure I could find something, but I might be a little bit picky before I settle on something.

Or not.

The most beautiful piece stands out to me at the first stall I come to, almost drawing me in telepathically. It’s covered in such bewitching designs and colors, I can immediately tell it’s what I’m meant to wear on this day. Maybe this whole creating an outfit idea truly wholeheartedly isn’t that bad. Otherwise, it’s likely this wouldn’t have caught my eye as much.

“I assume you found something?” Venti calls out towards me, rushing over after finishing his first round of shopping and probably seeing me gawking. “Something is an understatement,” I laugh, pointing towards my first purchase of choice.

“A good choice you make, do you wish to buy it?” The lady at the counter of the stand calls out towards us. Before I can say anything or ask for the price, Venti is already taking out his money without hesitation, the syllable of a ‘yes’ sitting on his tongue almost ready to burst out. “Are you sure you want to pay for it without seeing the price? Something that looks this high quality surely must be higher than the roofs in cost…” I mumble off, complaining about his actions. “It’s our day to spend happily, price doesn’t matter! Even if it costs me my entire life savings, I’ll figure out how to pay it off… Somehow.”

“Are you sure about that?” I question with one eyebrow raised at his confidence. “Of course! It’s me, you know how lucky I am! You should be overjoyed to have me around for this kind of thing!”

I roll my eyes, but fall into his convincing attempt at buying the clothes nonetheless. I’ve never been able to deny him, honestly. The bright shine of the sun is nothing compared to the one in his eyes when he gets to experience the taste of freedom and surprise in a way like this.

“Here you go, thanks for shopping!” The lady hands over the garments to Venti, who promptly practically hauls them onto me. “So? Go put it on, I want to see how amazing you’ll look!” He nudges. I shy away in embarrassment, yet partial excitement as I try to navigate myself through the crowd in an attempt to find a changing area.

I don’t take long changing, not wanting to leave Venti alone but regardless, he’ll know where I am without a doubt.

“It’s as if he can almost sense where I am at all times,” I sigh, exiting the dressing room I rented for a minute.

“Who would you be referring to?” The familiar voice comes up from behind me. “You, Venti. The little guy who always wears green and loves to surprise people by showing up out of nowhere?” I turn around after retrieving myself from the scare.

“I am not a little guy, I’m like 5’2… That’s not thaat short,” He whines. “Is that the biggest part you took from that? Please, pay attention to the part where you should stop giving people such a fright instead,” I deny Venti’s complaints about his height. “Now what’s the fun in that?” He gives a teasing frown.

“Maybe it’s less fun for you, but one of these days, you’ll give me a heart attack.”

“Fine, for now, but let’s continue going around the place and look for more clothing pieces!”

The next few hours are a back and forth between buying random accessories that we honestly don’t need anymore, or buying snacks and food from stalls no matter how full we feel. The coffee from earlier is kicking and we are unstoppable! For the most part, at least. But as all good things must come to an end, the fatigue begins to hit us and the sun also begins to set, proving the length of our stay at the fair should draw to a close as well.

“You know what?” Venti faces me, stopping us in the tracks as we walk towards where his car was parked. “What?” My curiosity peaks.

“Today was so fun! I’m sure you know this already though, so I want to show you in another way. Mind if I take you on another small trip before we return home?”

“It can’t hurt, I’d love to see what you have left in store for me.”

“Just a little present for following me around all day without a complaint and also just for being you. I’ll let my guard down for a little and be truthful.”

“Truthful? Were you not being yourself the entire day?” I question as we climb into our seats.

Venti starts the engine, pulling out and starting to take us wherever he planned on.

“Of course I was being myself, but there’s parts of myself that are pretty quiet during the day, you know?”

“I get it, yeah. You don’t have to shut those parts away, I’d happily accept them all.”

“That’s exactly why I trust you, you know exactly what to say to get to my heart.”

“I could say the same, you poetic romantic.”

“Oops, hehe… Either way, I wanted to offer you a compliment. You were beautiful all day today, from the drowsy morning until the slightly tipsy, decked out fully in a magical and medieval outfit nightfall. I loved spending each second with you,” Venti smiles, sharing a glance with me before focusing his eyes back to the road.

“This is exactly what I was just talking about. Thank you.”

We sit in silence, singing along to songs that we listened to at the fair all day every once in a while. I spend minutes looking at the man driving the car in all his glory. By the time of our departure, he ended up with a long and flowing tan skirt, decorated with golden and green adornments all over, like the belt that sits comfortably on his waist, or the brown bag laying on top of his lap. There’s also the emerald necklace he bought two of so that we could match, insisting that we had to treasure it forever. Little did he know I would treasure it for longer than forever.

“Y/N? I can tell you’re staring, take a photo if you really want it to last that long, I don’t mind. Don’t you think I look pretty good driving like this?” Venti brings me out of my trance, leaving me to stare at my lap for a few seconds, embarrassed.

“I was just-”

“There’s no need to cover it up, it’s okay.”

“...”

“Better yet, let’s take plenty of selfies together soon, we’re already here.”

He pulls up into the parking lot of another mountain.

“A mountain in the morning, another at night?” I ask.

“This one is different. Come along!” Venti coaxes me to follow him into a random walkway through some bushes.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re taking me to kill me without a trace,” I joke at the less-traveled route he’s leading me down. “I think the spiders will get you first, watch out!” He looks back, sticking his tongue at me.

“The what?...” I freeze.

“I’m just kidding, you should’ve seen your face!”

“I thought we had enough of the whole… terrifying surprises?”

“This will make up for it, it’s okay.”

We make it out of the bushes and exit into an area with grass, overlooking both the city’s nightlife, but also showcasing one of the most beautiful views I’ve ever laid eyes upon, which is a surprise considering what I saw this morning.

“You took me to go stargazing?” I stare at Venti in shock who is already grinning expectedly.

“Not only stargazing, but also so that I could do this,” He grabs my hand.

The hug he immediately traps me in makes me almost melt into his body, comfort surrounding me. And his arms hold me tight as if they never plan to let go, while his now loose and messy braids that have come almost undone after the excitement of the day hang over me as he places his head on top of my shoulder. And the stars? They glitter over our embrace, as if they’re now only an accessory for us.

Venti looks back up at me, his eyes as colorful as freshly polished jade. He places a soft kiss on my cheek before letting me go, taking a place on the ground and beckoning me to lay down with him.

“That’s my real surprise for you today. I really do like you a lot. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for allowing me to experience such a dreamlike love.”

a/n; like, comment, and reblog to support the venti + long skirt agenda 👹 this was such a joy to write i'm not even kidding i had so much fun with it and it ended up wayy longer than expected!! and tumblr pls let charlie comment and interact properly already i beg of u to unground their account

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borderlinereminders · 2 years

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how do you differentiate between “he’s just busy with other things but still cares about me in this silence” and “i am literally the last thing on the list of priorities and don’t matter to him”? it’s hard and heartbreaking either way. it hurts

Hi anon,

This is a bit complicated. One of the main things I look for is patterns of behaviour. How often does this happen?

Another thing I look for is... do they only contact you when they need something?

This article I wrote on looking for signs of being manipulated might be helpful.

I suppose the other point is, what are the other priorities you're worried about? There is a different between someone making no effort towards you and someone genuinely putting effort into other priorities like work, their self-care, and running out of time/energy for other things (even things/people they find really important) etc. And honestly, I accept that in some friendships I am not high on the list of priorities but it doesn't mean that I don't matter to that person. It just means they have other things that need to come first (like their children, spouse, job, health issues, own problems, etc). I guess what I'm trying to say is even if you aren't a top priority doesn't mean you don't matter. But at the same time, it's valid if a relationship isn't for you because it hurts you. It's okay to end a relationship because it's hurting you even if the other person isn't technically doing anything wrong.

One thing I would consider is if there was an emergency where you really needed him, would he prioritize you (reasonably of course)? For me, my friends have lives going on. I get that. Sometimes we don't talk for quite awhile because things are so busy, but I know that if I messaged them because of an emergency or I really needed them, they'd do all they could to be there for me reasonably. (They might not be able to take time off work, but they might make effort to call me on their breaks or come see me after, etc).

For example, in my life, I prioritize my partner (disclaimer that a partner doesn't necessarily mean they're more important than friends, but in my case, our lives our intertwined, we live together, we are planning a wedding, we share finances, etc so that does require a bit of prioritizing ) & dogs, my mental health, my physical health, my own stresses, etc. Sometimes by the time I've made my partner's lunch and dinner (this is an agreed upon thing by the way. He's working full time and I'm not), and taken care of my dogs, I don't have any energy left. I sometimes don't have it in me to talk to friends casually. And sometimes I don't have time at all. But if I know they're a friend that needs reassurance, I try and shoot them messages like "I'm super busy/drained/whatever it is, but just wanted to tell you that I was thinking of you and I care about you!"

And if a friend messaged me that they needed me (reasonably of course, there's a difference between genuinely emotionally needing me and needing me to go and help them pick out some new clothes - but this doesn't mean I wouldn't try and find a way if the clothes were really important to them. It just means there's a difference between "oh my god, I need a clothes shopping buddy!" and "I am having a really hard time and could use some support"), I would find a way to give them some of my energy.

I guess my long rambled response is trying to say that sometimes we aren't the top of someone's priority list and that's okay and normal and it doesn't mean we aren't important, but it comes down to... Do they make an effort when you need them? And even if you both have conflicting needs, do they make effort to compromise and try and make things work for both of you? Have you been able to talk to them about your feelings, and if so, were they receptive/reassuring/etc or were they dismissive or blaming of you?

I hope that this makes a bit of sense. I'm really drained today, but regardless of the reasoning for him not talking much, your feelings are valid. And I'm sorry that it's hurting you.

#april answers

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rbbess110 · 10 months

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Hi, and happy WBW to you! (as usual I am @writeblr-of-my-own) Sorry that I missed last Saturday ask, but it was a busy week and stuff happened!

So, for today's question something a bit easier and relaxing: tell me a piece of worldbuilding you are extremely proud of! Go on, blabber about it as much as you like!

hiii, happy worldbuilding wednesday right back at you!! thanks so much for the ask!!

i don't do much worldbuilding for my stories (i'm a fairly realistic realm kinda guy), but i think i actually have an answer for that!! it is kinda silly and i'm not 100% sure if you can call it worldbuilding, but it was the first thing that came to my mind so might as well talk about it :D

so there was this fanfic i was working on back in 2020 - it stared out as a coffee shop!au, but grew to something a bit bigger than that with time. it took place in a fictional small town, and since i've rewatched gilmore girls like, 3 times almost in a row in that time, it was hugely influenced by that. just so you have some context.

anyway, in that wip, i was all for this "small town charm" and i kept coming up with ideas for local events and traditions for that little town. i barely remember most of them now, and they were probably ridiculous, but hey, it was supposed to give off rom-com vibes so it was kind of the point. anyway, i had those events planned in great detail: as in, their origins, how they're technically supposed to be celebrated, and what actually happens there which technically isn't planned but it's becoming a tradition of it's own.

one of the examples i remember now is that every year, there was a thing organized for the night of shooting stars - yknow, people getting together to watch, probably some kind of picnic was organized with that and all, i don't remember that clearly now. i do remember though that the actual thing that made people attend was the annual "are constellations stupid?" debate between a father and son - it started one year when the father was telling his kids and friends about stars and constellations, and the son thought it would be really funny if he started to doubt his father's words and support it with absolute bullshit arguments. he'd say the most shitpost crap you could imagine. it was supposed to just be a joking banter, and everyone knows it's a joke, but the father is not letting it go until the son admits he's not serious, and the son is definitely not letting it go because he still thinks it's a really funny bit. it's been going on for years, and they prepare power point presentations every year now. the town is very much there to watch.

and on one hand i feel like it's really silly, but on the other, i'm still very attached to this little community i've created in that fictional small town, with all their silly little traditions. it's probably that it was simply fun coming up with all of that and i'm nostalgic, but yeah, i think that all those little events and traditions and everyone's part in it is a peace of worldbuilding i'm actually very proud of :D

#wbw #writeblr #worldbuilding wednesday

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babybeansprouts · 6 days

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he probably meant it

it was lovely, until it wasn't.

it was lovely, until i pushed him away and he plucked his heart up and dropped it in someone else's hands. he didn't mean to. it was an accident, he said. i know that. i believe him. but when he called me, i dropped a glass and my hands trembled too much to clean up the shards. i'm still bleeding. it was an accident.

part of me, part of me wonders if it really was an accident. why didn't he stop, if it was an accident? why did he lie? why wasn't it an accident until he decided to come back?

he says he didn't mean to. and i know he wouldn't do it again. i believe him, i think. he never does it again. but i can feel the scar still, and what hurts isn't the wound, but that he never apologizes. "you started this fight," he says. what was he supposed to do? i shouldn't have provoked him. i should've seen it coming. i did start it. i pushed too hard. this, you both agree on. maybe it was my fault, all along. my fault, my fault, my fault.

tipsy off some lemon cocktail, i perched at a bar that he recommended and i gossiped to my friends. i omitted the parts that made him look bad. "technically," i say, "he didn't cheat." i told one friend about how, technically, we had a conversation about boundaries, but it was offhanded. so it didn't count. i didn't tell anyone else after the look he gave me. no one wants to tell me the truth, because that means i'm lying through my teeth. to who?

because he took me back, even though i started the fight. and he was so nice before any of this ever happened. so nice. he says things are different now, even though he never says "sorry". i want to love him more than anything. i want my friends to love him, too. so they do. they agree. it was my fault, actually. everyone agrees. good.

i don't tell him how i hate her name now, even though it's not her fault. i don't tell him how my heart pounds when i wake up. i don't rouse him when i sob in another room because i can't sleep. "why don't you come over more?" onto the sheets that she slept on. "why don't you trust my friends?" who all knew, who let you play house with her when i was away. he doesn't care. his eyes flicker away when mine well up.

i'm worried my roommate can hear me cry. you were worried he didn't like you.

the worst parts are the lovely parts. he's not a bad person. just selfish. who among us isn't selfish? he still knocked on my door even though it was a 40 minute train ride. he made reservations for all the restaurants on my list. he brought flowers after i told him i wished he would, he coded a game to make me smile. he tried. i know that he did. he said he still loved me, and he probably meant it.

after some months, he even says sorry. "it was the worst thing i ever did," he says. and then, he says,"how much longer are you going to hold it over my head?" "you can't keep bringing this up." "we have to move on."

i flinch when we walk past the angelika. the smell of eucalyptus from his apartment. the tide detergent from laundry before i dropped the glass. i see the velveteen rabbit in the gift shop of the morgan museum and my throat closes at the dark blue book cover. i look around, sometimes, on the subway car, and wonder if i'm looking at her without knowing. my fault, for having that thought. i'm sorry.

it's funny, that he can't move past how i can't move past it. i laugh about it sometimes. i'm sorry that i still can't sleep. i am sorry, because it was my fault, anyway. so i should be sorry. it's my fault that he doesn't want to see me anymore because it's my fault that we fight so much because it's my fault i can't move on. ha, ha, ha.

his heart's not in it, he's too busy editing videos about what a good person he is. his heart's not in it, he doesn't want to touch me after i cut my hair. his heart's not in it, it's too hard to fight. so what if he wrote, in that little red envelope that you opened on your birthday, that you were soul mates? so what if he said that this time was different? pull up your big boy pants because those aren't even creative lies. he probably meant it. it was my fault for believing him anyway. i was a fool.

he left two months ago. i play tetris before i sleep because i'll think of the little green blocks instead of -

he texted. said i deserved so much more than this relationship offered me. he probably meant it. it was cruel, how kind he could be.

satirical. how could someone have discarded you so easily, how could you believe that same person loves you? how could you have let them? but he did, and i did, and i cannot reconcile these terrible truths. he did cheat, he did love me, i tried to forgive, i failed.

does it help to brand him a cheater? does it help to brand myself a fool? it has to be someone's fault, because i'm still bleeding and if his fingerprints aren't on the glass then those are mine.

every one of my journal entries reads the same sentences, rewritten. even this one. i have poured over the pages and traced the words until my fingertip memorized the circles where my tears fell and still, i can't tell who is the protagonist. is that true? when will i see him again? when will i see again?

i wish you knew how much you hurt me. someone once said that to me, and i didn't understand.

i wish you knew how much you hurt me.

#heartbreak #blogging #writing #lol

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norcalbruja · 1 year

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Continued from this post.

I’ve been asking Haik Number 4 to help me out with my job search, and I got a job at a cupcake shop in late February/early March! The position is at the front of house for filling orders, but my love of baking is definitely a plus, but! Day 3 of my training and the Red Flags have shown up.

As usual, behind the "read more" for length.

So I was like “Haik, was that you helping me out with the cupcake shop?”

And Haik Number 4 was like “Of course it was! You keep getting desperate and asking ANYONE for help, and then you keep reeling it back in because you don’t want to BOTHER me. If I don’t at least TRY to help you, I wouldn’t be a very good god.”

So then he asked me if I needed help with something else, and I was like "Sure, but I'd like to wait until the paperwork is done, so I'll ask around next week."

And Haik Number 4 was like "Why?"

I told him it's because I don't want to jinx myself, and he went "WHY?" again, very pointedly, so I said, "I don't know why you want to keep hearing that, but I need to be careful around asking 'spirits who claim to be the anito' about too much. One reader says I DID bother the anito enough for them to just quit on me, so I really don't want that to happen with other Tagalog spirits if I can help it. Hence, making sure I have the paperwork for my job filled out before I start asking about other stuff."

And he's like "We don't have a WAITING PERIOD for however many things you can ask us! Tagalogs used to ask us about all sorts of normal things--getting a wife or a husband, having good harvests, getting lots of money! If you were really bothering me, I'd think asking about non-sailing issues would be enough for me to not answer you!"

Then Lola Buwaya walked in and went "Ay, did you get her the job??? You shouldn't have done that!"

And Haik 4 was like, "Do you want me to leave her like this, Lola? Your son cannot help her, or at least he thinks he can't."

Lola went, "Well, my son has gotten stupid because the years have not been kind to him. I thought you'd be a LITTLE smarter."

And I was like, "Lola, please don't call him that."

And Lola told me, "Anak, I do not tell Tagalog spirits to keep away from you because I'm being smothering. I do it because after the things you've been told, you're going to cling to any Tagalog spirit who isn't a murderer and who shows you a hint of kindness. Like getting you a job."

So the spirits cooled down for a bit, and then... uhhhhh. The owner of the shop took her sick daughter in to work.

Like, the kid was sweet and well-behaved, so I thought it was unprofessional but at least tolerable.

AND THEN AROUND CLOSING TIME, as the daughter was talking to one of our last customers, she coughed and went something like "I'm not in school because I'm sick!" And I was thinking "ahhhhhhhhhh!!!! this is why I'm still masking!!! Lady, just because we're all vaccinated against Covid doesn't mean I want to catch whatever your kid has!!!"

And then she CONTINUED to take her kid to work several times. Technically after the shop closed to customers, but I was still closing up, and you're not LEGALLY supposed to take kids to a workplace with ovens and sharp things and all that unsafe stuff!

Anyway, I have sent an email to OSHA and then quit a couple weeks ago, by saying I needed to take care of my mom.

Also I forgot to press Post about two weeks ago, soooooo I've technically been unemployed again since around the end of March.

#unverified personal gnosis #personal gnosis

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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Love Delivered To Your Doorstep

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of cheating, break ups and killing/serial killers. (<in a joking context)

Category: fluff for the most part.

Word Count: 3.9k

Author’s Note: Doesn’t follow canon, it has a little of buck begins in there but it doesn't follow a strict timeline. It also is written like Buck moves to LA and has his apartment from the moment he moves there while trying to figure out what he wants to do.

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Texting and calling was never your choice method of communication.

Letters had always been more of your thing.

Truthfully, they hadn't been your thing until your boyfriend moved halfway across the country for university. The two of you met in high school, freshman year and became inseparable since. Growing together and promising to always love each other no matter what -you always knew that couldn't be true but it never stopped you from telling him.

When he told you that he was going to be applying to UCLA during your senior year of high school, it came as a bit of a shock to you. The plan was always going to college together, get engaged when you were done school and then married with a house by 30.

You held out the hope of that being possible until the day he showed you his acceptance letter.

You were incredibly proud of him but it was real now, he was leaving.

You watched him pack up his entire life and uproot himself from New York and moved across the country. You sent the first letter to him at what was supposed to be his apartment.

September 30th.

‘Hi baby!

Just writing to see how you're settling in. How’s UCLA ? Have you gotten a chance to go around and get to see the place ? I know you’re there for school but you've got to live a little too. Hope your neighbours are sweet, your mom told me it’s a pretty nice place and it’s got a good view, sounds like your type of place. Hopefully I can come visit you soon.

I started my classes last week. My chem professor is a pain in my ass already, he expects us to read an entire textbook in a week - well not exactly an entire textbook but you get the point. My biology professor is a sweetheart, she showed us pictures of her kids and talked about them for an hour, I didn't realize being a mother was so interesting but she was cool. Also showed us a video of an appendectomy that one of her colleagues performed last week. How are your classes and professors ?

Did I mention I bumped into Sam at the grocery store ? Yeah, he’s back and he’s not fine to tell you the truth. He seemed like he was ready to snap but that might just be my judgment. He said to tell you hello if I spoke to you so- hello :)

I’m going to sign off here, I know this one is short but I don’t have much to update you on. Life’s been pretty dull without you. Hope you’re having fun out there, soaking up the sun for me.

Write me back soon, I love you.

Yours always, y/n’

You mailed the letter the next day, a few weeks had passed before you received a letter back. Except this letter had a different sender name but the same address.

October 22nd.

‘Hi y/n,

This isn't your boyfriend. (I'm assuming that’s who you're writing too based on the context of the letter) I’m Evan, I live in the apartment you thought belonged to your boyfriend or maybe you got the address wrong, I’m not sure. I know you were waiting for an update on all these exciting things that are happening at UCLA. I do not go to UCLA nor can I update you in anything exciting that’s happening there, sorry.

Anyways, the reason I'm writing you back is because I figured you’d want to know that this isn't the correct address and the person you were looking for isn't here before you send another letter and get no response. I was debating if I should have even written you back, but here I am, writing you back.

Your professor for chem seems like an ass to be honest (hope that’s not rude) and your biology professor sounds great, is she hot by the way ? because bonus points for that. Anyways, are you studying medicine ? I'm guessing yes because of the classes you're taking. I'm thinking of signing up to become a first responder but I haven’t decided yet on what yet or if I'm actually going to do it. Anyways, good luck on your classes and the shitty chem professor.

Hope you find your boyfriend (again, assuming)

Peace out,

Evan.’

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. How could the letter you sent to your boyfriend’s apartment belong to someone else ? Why was there someone else living in his apartment ? You dug through your apartment, searching for the paper he left you with the address, you finally found it buried in a drawer.

The address on the paper was identical to the one that Evan sent to you and to the one you sent prior to that. Either your boyfriend was lying or you were losing your mind.

November 4th.

‘Dear Evan,

I'm sorry that I sent the first letter to you and as you guessed, I was looking for my boyfriend who seems to be a bit MIA right now. His mother says that’s the right address and the place that she helped him move into. So I'm not really sure what’s happening there. Anyways, sorry for unloading all of that on you.

To answer your question, yes, I am studying medicine and no, she isn't hot. My bio professor is a 65 year old woman who loves her college aged kids very much. If that’s your definition of hot, then yes - she's got milf status

Have you decided yet if you’re going to sign up to be a first responder ? That’d be pretty cool. Imagine all the girls swoon over you and how many girls you’d pick up just for being a paramedic or a firefighter.

Wait, are you into girls ? Or guys ? You know, whoever you're into, just imagine how many of them you’d pick up.

Also, you’re not a murderer or anything right ? because I rather not answer questions when the police come asking about why I've been sending letters to a serial killer.

Anyways, signing off for now.

Yours always, y/n.

ps. if you do end up bumping into or meeting a guy that looks like my boyfriend, (tall, brown hair, brown eyes. he’s got a pierced ear and a little butterfly tattoo by his collarbone- though not sure why or how you'd see his collarbone) let me know or tell him that his girlfriend is looking for him.

Double ps, what size shirt do you wear ?’

Buck laughed at your absurd question. A person he didn’t even know was asking what size shirt he wore. The letter was set on the coffee table with the rest of the mail, getting buried under all of the stuff he had on there. It was almost the end of December when he realized that he hadn't written you back yet.

December 21st.

‘Hey y/n,

Sorry I've taken so long to get back to you. Things have been hectic over here. I’ve been doing some ‘soul-searching’ - I guess you could call it that and honestly, I don’t think if this whole first responders thing is for me.

I tried out bartending or well, the technical term is mixologist and I’m liking it so far, I think i’m going to stick with it for now.

How have you been ? How’s school ? Surely, you’re on break for the holidays right about now or at least when you get this letter. I hope that you're spending the break doing something fun.

I’m not going to make this very long, I’m sure you’ve been busy with whatever you’re doing right now.

Also, I’ve been meaning to ask. Have you located the mysteriously disappearing boyfriend yet ? I haven't seen anyone that fit your description.

well, that’s not true- I did and just to be sure I asked to see his collarbone, he looked at me like I was a mad man so I guess it wasn't him ?

Anyways, I hope you have a good holiday and you're probably gonna get this sometime between holidays, so merry belated (?) Christmas and happy New Years y/n.

Peace out,

Evan.

ps. medium or large, depending on what it is. Hopefully that answers your question weirdo.’

January 13th.

The morning of the 13th, he went down to check his mail. A box was there with his name on it, the return address was one he had only seen on an envelope. The box returned upstairs with him, setting it on the counter before opening it.

Upon opening it, there was a letter and some colourful tissue paper with what seemed like a sweater under it. He opened the letter first.

‘Dear Evan,

Happy New Years! How was your holiday going ? Did you do anything fun ?

I’ve been good and school is good too, I'm almost done my first year, isn't that crazy ? Just a few more months to go.

How’s your job as mr. mixologist going ? I'm sure you’ve met some wild people and heard some interesting stories.

As for the boyfriend situation, that's over. I’m not surprised to tell you the truth but it still kinda sucks. Anyways, so what happened was that his older brother had come home from college last year and brought a friend with him. She went to the same school as his brother but transferred to UCLA- anyways long story short, they hooked up while he and I were still together and he moved in with her after his mom helped him move into the apartment I thought he had.

But! I’m single and chilling now so it’s all good. (bonus, she cheated on him and left him so yeah)

I got you a little something for Christmas and as a “sorry for unloading all my boyfriend drama on you” present. I was in the gift shop and it made me think of you. Do you celebrate Christmas? I forgot to check oops. If you don't, count it as a just a “sorry for unloading all my boyfriend drama on you” present?

I got a large because I wasn't sure if it would fit. I hope you like it. That’s all for now.

Yours always, y/n.’

He unwrapped the tissue paper to see a blue sweater with the letters NYU on it. He smiled, he assumed that’s where you went. It was sweet that you took the time to get him something, even if it was a by the way thing. Not a lot of people would send something to a person they had been talking to via letters and halfway across the country.

February 12th.

2 days before Valentine's Day, your least favourite holiday of the year. You weren't looking forward to watching all your friends going on with their boyfriends and girlfriends. The mail had arrived while you were out, you picked it up and headed in. There were two envelopes with your name on it, a plain white one and a red one. The red envelope was more squared than rectangular, you assumed it was a card- both had the same sender name.

‘Hey y/n!

Thank you for the sweater, it was nice of you to think of me and get me something. I didn’t know we were doing gifts or I would have sent you something as well and yes, I do celebrate Christmas.

My job as ‘mr. mixologist’ was going well until I quit. It just didn’t feel like the right fit for me you know ? I'm going to see what else is out there for me.

Sorry to hear about your boyfriend, he seems like a douche. Who would cheat on you ? You seem great I mean at least you are on paper (did you get my joke, it’s hard to tell)

Also, remember how I was thinking I might actually give that first responder thing a try? Imagine me as a firefighter, that’s pretty cool right ?

So I kinda did a thing and signed up and then I got in. I started two weeks ago and it was kicking my ass at first but I've gotten a hang of it and things are going pretty well. There's three other Evans in my class so everyone calls me Buck-I kind of like it.

The other envelope, hopefully you opened this one first, is a little something for you for valentines. Hope you like it.

Peace out,

Buck’

The red envelope was on your lap, you pulled the edges carefully not wanting to rip it. Inside was a plain white card with bright red letters that made you laugh. The cover read ‘I’m not sick of you yet!” Opening the card, a $20 fell onto your lap. There was a little message inside that went along with the cash.

‘Since we aren't together and can’t spend valentines together, there’s some cash to get yourself a box of chocolates and a teddy bear. Happy Valentines Day y/n

Love, Buck.’

You smile, this was the first time that Buck had signed with ‘love, buck’ it had always been ‘peace out, buck.’ You tucked the card into the drawer, one you didn’t use very often so you knew it’d be safe there.

*4 years later*

A few weeks had passed since Buck had last heard from y/n. His last letter to her was at the end of June, telling her all about the day he had spent at Hen and Karen’s. He always described every little detail so vividly that it made her feel like she was there with him- but it was now July, end of actually and moving into August.

4 years had blown like nothing.

It felt like just yesterday he got the first letter in the mail. 4 years and they still had no idea what each other looked like but they knew every intricate and intimate detail about each other, their lives and the people in it.

Y/n and Buck had grown rather close over the last few months- more than they already were. Y/n just went through a pretty shitty break up and Buck wasn't exactly big on relationships as of right now.

He had just gotten home from work, his keys set on the counter when he realized that he forgot to check his mail. Stepping back out, there was a woman in the hallway and boxes scattered across her, leading into the apartment down the hall.

She must be his new neighbour.

He wanted to go over and introduce himself but she was busy telling the movers where to set her couch so he decided that he would check the mail and then introduce himself when he returned so he did just that.

Except, she was still busy.

She leaned against the wall, watching the movers move what looked like a coffee table. She glanced up to see Buck walking by, she smiled and he returned the smile.

Buck reaches his apartment, the mail in hand and steps in. He sorts through the pile, bills, ads, coupons and no letter from y/n.

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Your new apartment was a mess. You decided it was time for a change. You applied to a few hospitals after your break up and the one in LA hired you. So you dropped everything and moved- no family, no ties.

A fresh start.

It was a nice neighbourhood and the building was quiet. The neighbours you met were pleasant and welcoming. When you were having the furniture moved in, there was a blonde man who smiled at you and you assumed he lived in the unit down the hall because that’s where he stepped into.

It was almost 11pm when you finally sat down. You had been on your feet all day and just wanted to eat something. The box with the dishes was beside the couch, you pulled the tape off and opened it. There was an envelope sitting on top of the stack of plates.

Buck’s last letter to you.

You must have tossed it into the boxes while packing and you forgot to write him back. Tumbling through the boxes, you find a sheet of paper and a pen from your bag. Sitting on the floor, the paper resting on an unopened box, you begin writing.

‘Dear Buck,

I’m sorry I've taken so long to get back to you. I quit my job, and uprooted my entire life. The break up sucked major ass as you know, so I decided it was time for a change.

Guess where I decided to go ?

Did you guess yet?

No, not Canada, why would you guess Canada ?

LA!

Yeah, isn't that crazy that I ended up here of all places? Maybe we could get together one day (if you haven’t turned into a crazy serial killer that is.)

Anyways, that’s why I've taken so long to write. I was packing when I got your letter and I tossed it in a box and just found it again. Anyways, I hope you’ve been good, how have things been at the station ?

I promise I'll write again with more details soon, I just have to get settled in first.

Yours always, y/n.’

Folding the paper, you slipped into an envelope. The address being scribbled into the back of the envelope. You were about to seal it when the building number caught your eye.

It was the same number as the place you moved into. The same address, the building number, the same floor.

The unit number was the only difference.

There was no way you moved into the building that Buck lived in.

You knew the address felt familiar when you saw the listing but you didn’t think anything of it nor did it occur to you that you knew the address.

Stepping out of your apartment, looking at the number on the room and back down at the envelope in your hand. Buck’s apartment was down the hall.

Part of you just wanted to mail it and keep things as it was but another part of you wanted to meet him, to see what he was really like in person. So there you were walking down the hallway at a quarter past 11 in the dead of the night to meet a man you had been sending letters to for the last 4 years.

The end of the hallway, you stared at the black wooden door in front of you. Your brain weighing the options right now: he’s a sweetheart and welcoming and makes you feel comfortable or he’s a weird guy who’s been lying to you this whole time and you told him everything about you and now he’s going to kill you.

Before you could register what you were doing, you knocked on the door.

Glancing down at yourself, you were wearing a pair of old shorts and a t-shirt from high school that you found in a drawer while packing. Not an ideal outfit, maybe he’s sleeping and you can go home and change- the door opened, a man wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt stood there. He looked like he had just woken up.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“It's alright,” he yawned, his hand covering his mouth as he blinked away a few tears. “What can I do for you ?” he leaned against the door.

“Um, this is an odd question-” you shifted, glancing down at the envelope in your hand. “Are you Buck ?”

“I am, who are you ?”

“Y/n.”

You had never seen a man wake up that fast, he seemed surprised, confused and concerned all in one. “How- uh, are you- What ?” he mumbled.

“I found your letter in the box after I moved, I moved into the apartment down the hall” you point to your left, Buck sticks his head out of the doorway and looks at the door you were pointing to. You were the woman in the hallway that he saw earlier, he knew you looked familiar.

“I just wrote your letter and I noticed that the addresses were the same, just a different unit number so I decided to come check. Sorry if I bothered you, we can talk another day- it’s late and you probably have work” “Would you like to come in?” he opens the door a bit more, looking to you for an answer.

“Um, okay sure.” stepping in, you can’t help but glance around. The apartment was similar to yours, the layout was a bit different though. “Can I get you something to drink ? Coffee, water ? A beer ?” he rounded the kitchen counter, you took a seat on one of the chairs by the counter.

“Water’s fine, thanks”

He reached for a bottle from the fridge, sliding it over to you. You gave him a smile, he leaned against the counter and was now looking- studying you.

“I know we’ve talked to each other for 4 years but this is kinda strange” you chuckled awkwardly, Buck can't help but smile.

“Yeah, it is, isn't it? but can I ask why you moved to LA?”

“Well all of that was in the letter” you slide the envelope across the counter and he picks it up, opening it. Giving him a few moments to read, you watch his expression like you were hoping for some insight as to how he was feeling or what he was thinking. He let out a laugh, “how’d you know I'd guess Canada ?” you smiled at him, a small wave of relief washing over you for some reason. “Lucky guess I suppose”

“Do you-” “What are-” the sentences cutting each other off, the two of you awkwardly smiling at each other. “You first” looking at him, he hums.

“Do you have work tomorrow or are you busy ?” His eyes meet yours, you found yourself leaning forwards towards the counter- towards him. He made you feel comfortable, you’d go as far as to say safe, in a way you’ve never felt before.

“No, I don't start until the 21st. Why ?”

“I was thinking - if you're not busy and if you want to, of course. Maybe I could take you out for breakfast and I could show you around ? Or lunch or dinner ? Whatever works for you actually” he rambles, fiddling with his fingers to avoid eye contact.

A small laugh slips past your lips causing him to look up, his brows furrowed as he studies your face, looking for an answer.

“Breakfast sounds good, what time should I be ready for ?”

“Uh, is 10 okay ?” he asks, you nod. “I’ll be ready for 10 then.”

“Okay, I'll pick you up” he smiles.

“Buck, we live in the same building.”

“Oh right,” he chuckles, “well I'll be by yours at 10 then” the two of you smiling at each other.

“Okay.”

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beanmaster-pika · 2 years

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psst, if ur also doing the blorbo fandom ask thing,,,, may i request twewy

Technically I am not but who am I to stop myself from taking the opportunity to talk about twewy

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Probably Josh!! I love twewy for the plot and characters AND the worldbuilding and hoohoohoo Josh is literally the second most powerful being in the UG (with the first being Literal Angel Hanekoma). I'm fascinated by the implications of his position and his powers and how they tie him to the City and how he and Shibuya influence each other. How much does his mental state affect how well his City thrives? How is he affected in turn by his people? I'm also obsessed with I think fanon having him like. Literally Compose Music that makes up the City. That's the good stuff. And even without all that just look at him! He's just a little bastard but also there's so much depth there. He's implied to have killed himself to enter the UG. He nearly destroyed his City because he thought it was becoming too homogenous and stagnant (and also because he's implied to have been depressed and wanted to destroy himself, which, like, *gestures wildly at how the hell do the composer and the city affect each other*) but in the end changed his mind because he saw how Neku changed over the course of just three weeks, no longer the same boy he chose as his proxy because of a similar hostility towards the world, and in Neku changing he saw that he and his City too could change, and this one person whom he'd trusted to prove his point just went through so much personal growth that Josh had no choice but to concede that destruction wasn't the answer and have the faith to keep going. But also he is a little bastard.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Can I say both the Bito siblings? Rhyme is already the baby of the group and Beat is just really good. He's got the biggest heart I think! Even though he and Neku didn't get along that well at first, it was plain to see how much he cared about Rhyme and he got on great with Shiki! And unlike Neku who's going through a revolution in worldview, Beat's arc is learning to accept himself despite his own shortcomings. You're doing good, Beat. Also his and Rhyme's combined sprites in week 2 are super cute!!

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

I'm not familiar with the community's general takes so I'll just say the Bito siblings again. I dunno man I just think they're neat 🥔 They have a really good dynamic with Beat's expressiveness and Rhyme's calmer nature, but at heart they're both pretty wise in their own ways? Also fascinated by the aftereffects of Rhyme's stint as a Noise.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

KEN DOI, MISTER RAMEN DON HIMSELF. Like what was his parallel world self doing but also in general?? He's running a ramen shop and the special ingredient is love for the craft. I loved the ramen don side quest. I just think he is also neat 🥔

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

I'm stuck between Josh and Minamimoto, but I feel like Minamimoto is winning out solely for the meow meow pun. I can't really call either of them pathetic--after all, Josh took control of the city when he was 15, and Minamimoto is supposed to be the youngest reaper officer in history (since APPARENTLY reapers stay the same age they died I've always assumed they meant chronologically youngest because you Cannot tell me there isn't a kid running around the UG somewhere who's a reaper officer, so it took him the shortest amount of time to climb the ranks after his death in comparison to everyone else) and just a step behind Kitaniji--nor can I call them unpopular, but I feel like there's Definitely discourse somewhere and I just haven't seen it yet. Josh wanted to destroy his city and Minamimoto did shoot at a teenager. I've been in fandom long enough to know how this plays out. However! I think the most important thing about a poor little meow meow is that despite the discourse they're funny and Josh lives in a sewer and Minamimoto makes abstract art out of garbage and unironically yells math puns like a nerd (affectionate).

Alternatively: Uzuki. Did she kill a child? Yes. Was she a girlboss? Also yes (joking).

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

. I don't tend to write or draw angst but if I had to choose. Sorry Neku. If it's any consolation Josh would also put you under horse plinko.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Week 2 Makoto.

#replies #tinydragondreamer #tysm for this dragon!!#put it under a readmore because it got a little long #i dont really dislike any of the characters? theyre all very interesting even the villains #but week 2 makoto. i will never forgive him #I KNOW I DIDNT MENTION SHIKI HERE BUT I LOVE HER A LOT ALSO #twewy #twewy spoilers

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tsumuniri · 3 years

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━━━ Atsumu Miya is a free-loader. Living inside his twin brother's home as if it was his, he would bring home girls and annoy Osamu most of the time. Y/N L/N is quite the opposite apparently because she's a virgin loser. Being the popular anonymous BL mangaka known as Yamazaki, she stays in the homey abode of her parents and watches boys from afar for references (not for admiration sadly).

Now what will happen if fate decided to tie these two idiots together and made them live across each other in one apartment?

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ONE ━━ THE TWIN BROTHER’S DECISION

"SO THAT'S THE TEA?"

You nodded dejectedly and raised the Tuna Mayo Onigiri in the direction of your mouth. You bit into the delicious rice snack, humming in delight as the saucy and sweet flavors of tuna cheered you up just for a slight bit. "They said that a girl my age shouldn't be living with her parents and should finally get a guy instead of drawing an imaginary one. You know that they're old school, Mai." You said, mouth full of rice bits and tuna.

The female ran her fingers through her short bright red hair. "Well, you are 25 now, and you haven't got a boyfriend since middle school," She propped her elbow on top of the round wooden table, resting her chin on her palm. "But they should've told you beforehand, right? How are you supposed to look for a residence in a short span of time?" She asked and watched you devour the onigiri meal with such ease. Her black-colored eyes held an uncertain expression as Mai was concerned for her colleague and friend.

After hearing the unfortunate news directly from your loving parents, your mind had to process the sudden information for two solid minutes. The first person you thought of to call is your closest friend, Mai, your roommate back at art school and a mangaka in the shounen industry. Although the two genres have completely different backgrounds, you two are stuck together like peas in a pod through the grace and glory of fawning over 2d men.

Ain't that great?

"They said I could stay back for two weeks until I could find a place to move in. I still have nine days to move out. And as for the residence part..."

You rummaged through the leather bag slung over your shoulder and took out a creased brochure of a newly built apartment based in the heart of east Osaka with its breathtaking cherry blossom conifers and pious shrines. The leaflet's minimalistic design delineated the idiosyncratic architectural structure of the tall building on the front page. Anybody could tell that this jointly owned establishment may settle for tenants with stable incomes.

For someone who changed the BL archives with her plot-driven works, Y/N could provide the fees to rent a homey room on the clabber-plastered apartment complex.

Mai shifted on her seat and studied the brochure on the table with interest— crossing her legs and leaning her torso forward to get a full view of the given pamphlet. "The building does seem promising. You could even check out your works in the Manga Shops at the city." She remarked as her eyes skimmed through the brochure, taking note of the facilities and rooms for the future tenants.

"Right? I already checked the place out yesterday, and coincidentally, the studio office is close by," The H/C-haired female pushed back the tiny strands of baby hair tickling her forehead as it was annoying her smooth skin. "They even allow pets. The apartment buildings I visited mostly don't allow pets, and the others who do, they have weird-ass tenants whom I don't really wanna be neighbors with." She ended, scratching the back of her neck.

"Soooooo, that's the apartment you're planning to move in."

You nodded your head, "I prepared the papers and told my parents about it. Maybe you can help me move my things out?" You suggested to your friend as your leg overlapped with the other, biting into another piece of onigiri from the porcelain plate.

Tilting her head to the side, Mai let out a light scoff from the BL mangaka's proposition as she gestured her hand downwards. "I'm offended, Y/N! Of course, I'll help you." She expressed her whimsical disbelief through her words. "I thought we were best of friends." The young lady teased.

"After all those collab fan arts of the Akatsuki, why wouldn't we be at this point?" You joked; however, the shinobi anime reference wasn't technically a gag as you both had a history of fangirling over the smexy criminal organization— even if you both had a peculiar taste in men. "By the way, why did you choose this place? Isn't this sort of far away from your workplace?" You questioned the red-haired female, a bit curious on why she decided to meet up with you in this Onigiri Restaurant.

Mai's lips turned up into a smirk as she motioned her finger for you to move closer. "My assistants and I decided to eat here after a hard day's work. By the time we were all seated, our eyes got blessed when the restaurant's owner catered to our table!" She whispered with excitement dipped on her tongue.

"Oh boy, if you had seen him, you would've gotten the inspiration to make a character from his well-sculpted face."

You raised a brow and let out a snortle, "We went here because a hot owner caught your attention? I should've gone with you then." You played along and couldn't help but laugh at your friend's reason for dining out a distance away from her studio office.

Like middle schoolers, you both giggled as Mai continued her story of the dashing Onigiri restaurant owner with her witty play of words. You never had any interest in dating; however, you still bid no mind to your friend's fawning over pretty men who would unlikely pay attention to either of them.

"That owner you're talking about might not visit his restaurant, Mai."

"I know, silly! But I do wonder what that work of art does outside his work."

Osamu is a very patient man. May it be through his responsibility of running an Onigiri business, or may it be just a simple waiting in line at the subway station of Tokyo, the male wouldn't lose his temper nor be frustrated over such trivial things.

But when his exhausted figure slugged inside the comforts of his home and found the living room all trashed with empty bottles of energy drinks and bags of chips, Osamu was finally at his breaking point.

"Atsumu, you mother-fucker... COME DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!" He burst out, calling out his twin brother's name as he began picking up the trashes scattered throughout his coffee table and his lawson couch. His ears caught the sound of loud footsteps thumping on the wooden-tiled floor as he could immediately tell that it was a certain someone who came down the stairs.

A bed of ruffled blonde hair popped out of the stairway as a certain setter casually jumps into the scene of the untidy crime, walking towards the other twin with open arms.

"Welcome home, Samu! Did your staff make a mistake in the newly-opened shop back at Shinjuku? You look a bit frustrated right now-"

Atsumu stopped himself once he noticed his twin brother standing over the mess he forgot to clean up. His arms dropped to the side while his chocolate eyes shifted over to Osamu's annoyed expression, "Okay. This time, I absolutely forgot to clean up." The male tried to explain himself.

The quiet one of the two shook his head in disapproval, sighing out and pinching the bridge of his nose to calm his fiery nerves. "I found this apartment, Tsumu. I think it's best for the both of us if you could finally get your own place." He stated, hearing the slight choke coming from his brother's throat.

"WHAT?! What made you think that this would be the best for the both of us, Samu?" Atsumu protested, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as to why his brother would suggest that sort of idea.

Osamu raised his hand and lifted three of his fingers to his twin's eye level. "First, you sometimes disrupt my sleep whenever you'd bring your flings at home," He stated and didn't bother to let the other speak their mind about the issue at hand as he continued his statement of reasons. "Second, you'd sometimes forget to do your lists of chores and often lie that you didn't do them because you were tired from training." He paused for a moment, thinking of a third reason until it clicked in the back of his mind.

"Lastly, you're a 23 professional athlete, who makes a lot of money than what I usually make, and yet, you're living with your twin brother."

Atsumu stared at Osamu as he crossed his arms, "So? You'll kick me out if I don't move out of your place?" He derided, his voice mostly holding a hint of teasing as he knew his brother wouldn't act so rashly over those reasons.

Oh, was the male so wrong.

"Yes, Tsumu. I'm kicking you out."

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getitinbusan · 3 years

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The Music Room -

Min Yoongi 18+ Smut

Part of the Lost Boys Series

JIN • NAMJOON • YOONGI •

Warnings: 18+ smut, MF sex, MF oral, A playful bite, Swearing.

Words: 3075

Summary: A stand alone series about a misfit friend group of seven boys. These stories are a day in the life snip it of who they are, where they came from and how they love.

The melody drifting up the barren hall floated through the air like it was made for your ears alone.

The poetic rhythm of the keys made you pause, listening enviously at the talent of whomever was playing.

But who was playing? It was 8 am on a Friday, the room should be vacant. Pulling up the music rooms schedule on your phone, you weren't wrong. The first spot of the day was yours for the entire semester.

You knocked lightly. The sound stopped and the bench made it's familiar dragging noise across the concrete floor.

Pulling the heavy windowless wood open by it's cold handle you peeked inside. He scrambled, seemingly embarrassed, shoving his sheet music into his backpack.

"You should be more careful with your notes, don't want to ruin any masterpieces."

"No fear in that," he mumbled. "They're just a bunch of scribbled ideas."

Pulling the zipper shut he slung it over his shoulder. "Sorry, I didn't know this was your time slot."

"It's fine." you tried to smile at him but he kept his eyes down.

"Don't you have the schools app? I can check to see when you're supposed to be here." You tapped the widget, "What's your name?"

"It's fine, I'm actually not on the schedule."

"Oh, why not? You sounded great. If you missed the cutoff you can still be added to a wait list. People drop out all the time."

He looked up and grinned. By God if he wasn't the most beautiful boy you'd ever seen.

"I don't belong here."

"Don't say that. I was listening and you're really talented, you deserve to be here just as much as any of us."

"I don't though." His eyes met yours and you were done for. "I don't go here, I'm not a student."

"Ahh, I guess that's a problem."

"I already said I'm sorry," he got defensive. "I'll just get out of your way."

He started towards the door.

You tugged his backpack. "So is breaking into schools and playing piano a weird hobby of yours?"

You tried to lighten the mood, "you've got a little Phantom of the Opera University edition kink?"

He laughed. "I'm not technically breaking in, I do have a key fob." He held up the school ID. "It's my roommates. And if you want to know about my kinks you're gonna have to get to know me a little better."

You stepped closer and took it from his hand.

"Park Jimin, Performing Arts." Handing it back you eyed him up and down. "So what's your story….."

"My name's Yoongi."

Pulling a chair out from the corner you sat and rummaged through your backpack until you pulled out your breakfast.

"Listen Yoongi, I was just going to sit here. I need logged practice time for course credit."

You peeled your clementine, "So if you want to stay and play, be my guest."

He looked at you unsure, "Why would you do that for me?"

You smiled and shrugged. "I like your face."

Turning red he plopped his knapsack back onto the floor and reclaimed the bench.

You waited until his fingers were just about to land on the keys. "I do have one condition though."

He froze, "Yeah, what's that?"

"You have to take me for coffee later and tell me your story. Agree?"

"I Agree. But you didn't have to give up your time for that, I was going to ask you out anyway."

You probably wouldn't have given up your time but you were intrigued. Park Jimin was an amazing dancer. The curious boy who was here on scholarship was often the subject of conversation in the dining hall. Not only was he good looking but he was a mystery. He hung out with the strangest group of friends, seven misfit boys who were proud to not fit in. In this small University town they stood out as odd, everyone referred to them as The Lost Boys. Yoongi, now being revealed to you as one of them, seemed harmless enough and the opportunity to get to know a piece of them was too good to pass.

Walking and talking up the worn concrete path you made your way through the bustle of pajama clad students trying to get to class.

"Don't you have to be somewhere?"

"Yeah, but I don't care. I'd rather get to know you."

"You should go, I'm not so important that you should lose a day of school over me."

"It's all bullshit anyway Yoongi, it's not going to get me anywhere."

He stopped abruptly, now just outside the small coffee shop. "You sound like a spoiled brat."

You were shocked, who the hell was he to speak to you like that?

"I'd kill to be in your position and you don't even give a shit about just squandering it away."

He pulled the door open and looked at you crossly. "Still want that coffee?"

You stepped in front of him and shot him a dirty look. "I do. You owe me AND because I'm a brat I'm going to order the fanciest thing on the menu. TO GO!"

He silently walked behind you, following to the counter while you placed your ostentatious order. You stood studying him while he asked for an iced Americano. His blond shaggy hair skimmed his chocolate eyes and his sexy lips seemed to always sit in permanent pout. They looked like they'd be nice to kiss.

"You want to stop staring at me and take your expensive drink. You're holding up the line."

You blushed, knocked from your daydream admiration by his deep voice.

You huffed while pulling the chair out, making a show of your annoyance, situating yourself at the corner table.

"I thought you were getting it to go?" he barbed.

"Why would I do that when I can be a pain in your ass a little bit longer? You promised to tell me your story, let's hear it?"

His inhale was deep. Anxiety? Apprehension? A mix of both? His eyes stared at his coffee while his fingers fiddled with the straw. "I want to be a musician."

"Well I figured that much."

"Listen, if you really want to know can you just shut up? This isn't an easy thing for me to talk about, I don't just tell everyone."

"If you don't want to tell me don't"

He cut you off. "But I do want to, for some stupid reason."

"What reason?"

He exhaled with a smirk. "I like your face."

You smiled, "Then please continue."

"I want to be a musician. I write music and lyrics and it's all I've ever wanted my entire life."

He took a sip of coffee. "My parents didn't approve of my choices so I decided to move out on my own and live my life how I wanted."

You nodded in understanding.

"I didn't take into consideration how hard exactly that would be, but I'm a proud man, and there's no going back."

"So what do you do? You're not a student, do you work?"

"Yeah, I deliver food and groceries part time. It doesn't pay much but the basics are covered."

You looked down at your shitty expensive coffee in guilt, maybe you were just a spoiled brat.

"So whenever I'm not working I try to get as much practice and writing in as I can. I use Jimin's fob to get into the music room and that's where I am most nights...all night." he shrugged in omission.

"So no time for a girlfriend?" you felt silly the moment it left your lips.

"I didn't think so." He looked up for the first time since the conversation started. "But," he smiled, "I think given the right person priorities could definitely be changed."

Talking into the afternoon time flew away. Several less expensive coffees later he looked at his phone and frowned. "I've got to go to work."

He stood up and gathered his things. "But I'd love it if we could see each other again."

You stood to go too. "Next Friday 8am? I can let you in with my fob?"

"That sounds really nice." His hand reached out and his fingers brushed across yours as he took the tray from you. "But I was hoping I wouldn't have to wait that long. We're having a party tonight at our place...will you come?"

You sat on the edge of the sofa watching the group around you getting drunk and philosophical. Definitely nothing like a frat party, these guys were a different breed.

His roommates were all handsome in their own way and something about them just set you at ease. No pretensions, no apologies, they were just who they were having fun.

Finally seeing him walk through the door your heart raced when his eye caught yours.

"I'm sorry I'm late, they kept getting orders."

"It's okay. Your roommate..." you pointed to Seokjin. "The one with the really broad shoulders, he kept me entertained with some pretty good jokes."

He scrunched his nose, "really, really sorry."

You pulled a bottle vodka out of your purse and raised your brows. "Are you ready for some fun."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the couch until you were close enough to hear without having to shout.

"I'd like to grab a shower. Do you want to wait in my room for me? I mean...if you're uncomfortable down here by yourself."

It was a no brainer, the sexual tension and chemistry you'd had all day was like a current of electricity running between you.

"Lead the way."

You looked around his room while he was showering. Sure the mattress was on the floor but the bed was made and his clothes were hung neatly in the closet. His dresser was stacked with notebooks that were overflowing with lyrics. Pieces of paper with doodles and random words loosely spilling from between the pages.

Pictures, they must be family, small resemblances in their smiles and it looked like he had a brother.

He had a shelf full of colognes. Picking up the Paco Rabanne he walked in as you were pulling the cap off to sniff it.

"Sorry, I wasn't trying to be nosey, I just wanted to know what you smelled like." Idiot, of all the creepy things to say.

He smiled, "It's alright, I'm not hiding anything."

"No," your cheeks flushed when it finally registered that he was half naked in front of you. "I guess you really aren't."

"Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just forgot to grab my clean clothes before I went in." He opened a drawer to pull out a shirt.

"It doesn't," you blurted embarrassed.

He pulled his hand away from the clothing and raised his brows quizzically, "So you don't want me to get dressed?"

You walked towards him, he was gorgeous. Water droplets still clung to his muscular chest like he couldn't afford the time away from you to fully dry himself.

"I think," you stammered, "That I'd actually prefer if you didn't."

You placed your hand on his bicep and waited for his response.

It didn't come from words, it came from two soft warm lips attaching themselves to yours.

"You're a good good kisser Min Yoongi. Is your mouth that good at everything?"

"You mean like singing?" He teased your lips with his while he popped the button on your jeans.

"No," you giggled.

"Then you must mean biting?" His teeth lightly bit the flesh of your thigh as he kneeled to lower your pants and underwear.

"Nope, that's not what I meant either."

"Oh, I know, you must mean eating?" His warm tongue found your clit and gave it a little flick. "I think I'm pretty good at it."

You ran your fingers through his hair while he looked up at you hungry.

"Prove it," you moaned."

Stepping out of your pants you leaned back against his dresser. Ass resting on the edge he opened your thighs, a low mumble of, "fuck" drifting out of his mouth before he dove in.

His large hands held you open while his silky tongue explored every crevice of your sex sending your senses into a frenzy. Coming up for air every so often he'd moan at the loss of your taste before inhaling and going back in for more. He wasn't methodical, his mouth was unpredictable. One minute his tongue would be deep inside you and the next he'd have his lips around your clit sucking softly.

"Come over here with me."

He led you to the bed, taking off your shirt before guiding you down. Your eyes ran over his body stopping at the bulge under the tightly wrapped terry cloth towel. The wetness in between your legs grew just thinking about getting to see it.

He laid down beside you, holding your face and kissing you while you reached to undo his shroud.

Smiling, he pulled your hand away, "I'm not done with you yet. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

You had to rub your legs together for friction, he was driving you wild. "This morning, when I watched you playing?"

He smiled like he knew.

"All I could think of was how sexy your..." He stopped your words by hooking two fingers into your mouth and rubbing them against your tongue.

"You were thinking about how good these would feel inside you?" He kissed your neck, "You really know what you want huh?"

"Some people even say I'm spoiled."

"Do you always get your way?"

He plunged them inside of you changing your words of, "I hope so," into a long drawn out moan.

Kissing his way down your neck and over your collar bones his mouth lingered on your breasts. Skimming his lips across your nipples he watched as they hardened into excited little buds. A small smile graced his face, he was clearly proud of how he was making your body react.

His long piano fingers played skillfully inside of you while he latched onto your nipple and suckled. Your heart beat loudly like it was part of the parties soundtrack, the music reverberating through the floor as he fingered you. The whole unfolding scene felt like a dream. Dizzy and intoxicated from lust and heavy breathing you didn't want to wake up to a reality other than this one.

A thud outside the door snapped you back, your thighs clamping shut on his hand as you pulled the covers up to hide yourself.

"It's locked, nobody can get in, don't worry." He pulled the sheet back off of you to continue his work.

"Are you sure they can't get in?"

A loud moan rang through the hall and the thuds against the wall gave away the truth.

"I'm sure they have their own agenda."

You flopped back trying to regain the moment while his fingers stroked your walls.

It was distracting at first, people fucking right outside his door. But a few minutes of listening to their pleasure, of hearing their moans and the pleas of harder, you were more turned on than ever.

He watched you unravelling at the pornographic sounds. "You wanna cum when they do?"

"Please..please," you begged in time with the drag of his fingers.

The sounds escalating on both sides of the wall seemed to add fuel to the fires of both immanent orgasms. Just as the stranger in the hall screamed her end, Yoongi pumped and sucked harder until you finished longer and louder than your unknown counterpart. He laughed as he pulled his fingers out of you, the strings of excitement cleaned off with a lurid suck of his own digits.

Your head was still reeling when he pulled his towel off. His thick beautiful cock looked so hard and ripe as he reached in his drawer for a condom.

"Can I put it on you?" You took it from his hand and ripped the package open. Holding it between your fingertips you got closer and ran your tongue around the head of his cock. The taste of pre cum on his freshly washed dick made you ready for more.

Giving him a few deep sucks and pumps you needed him now. He watched while you rolled the thin latex tightly over his twitching thickness and straddled him, wasting no time to begin bouncing on his cock.

Your kisses were messy, hands entwined in his hair, your breasts grazing against his skin with every thrust while you rode him. "Fuck, you feel so good."

His hands gripped your ass squeezing as he moaned underneath you. Orgasm building like a hurricane, the eye of the perfect storm became more imminent with every slide of your pleasure point against his soaked pubic trail.

"Make me cum Yoongi."

He flipped you swiftly onto your back and his hips picked up the pace to the finish line. Thrusting in between your open thighs his cock drove you to convulsively cum, your cunt squeezing his own warm liquid into the condom between you.

He lay with his arms around you in silence. Your head on his chest listening to his heart slowly make it's way back to a normal pace.

"I can't promise you anything more than who I am. I don't have anything to offer you but dreams that may or may not come true."

He stroked your hair as he spoke his truth. "I'm working hard, but I can't guarantee that I'll ever amount to anything more than a delivery boy."

You sat up on your elbow and stared at the man you'd just fallen in love with. "I want to share all of my time with you Yoongi. In fact, I insist you take it. I've heard you play and I believe in you."

You waited until your lips were just about to land on his. "I do have one condition though."

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "Yeah, what's that?"

"You've got to promise you'll write me a song. Agree?"

His fingers splayed caressing your back, he couldn't help the huge smile that took over his face when he kissed you.

"I agree. But you didn't have to give up your time for that, I was going to do it anyway."

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