#they talk about sweater amounts bc it's hard to talk about your feelings
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The Get-Along Sweater
Written for Day 18 of @hinnyfest
Prompt: Sharing a sweater
As you can see, I took 'sharing a sweater' quite literally. You can consider Day 12s 'A Perfect Valentine' a sequel to this one.
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It was just after Christmas and Harry and Ginny were playing Exploding Snap. Ron had gone off to write a letter to Lavender.
“Ron is such an idiot, I can’t believe he is still not talking to Hermione…” Ginny said quietly.
“Well, be glad you are not in class with them, it’s been absolute torture!” Harry muttered back.
“If only they could admit to each other they like each other,” Ginny complained loudly.
“This is all your fault, if you hadn’t told him about Krum, he wouldn’t have gone off and snogged Lavender!”
“Oh, so you are going to blame me for my brother’s behaviour after what he said to me ! He’s a hypocrite and you know it!”
They hadn’t been paying attention and they both jumped up at the exploding cards. Next thing he knew, Harry seemed to be strangled by a knitted tube trying to force itself over his head, Ginny yelped as she bumped against him, pushed against him by this weird tube. His head came through the hole and then he realised he had been forced into a large knitted sweater with Ginny, each occupying one sleeve.
“Wha-?” Harry let out confused.
“No no no!” Ginny moaned loudly. “Not the get-along sweater!”
Harry looked at her. “The what ?”
“It’s the get-along sweater. We had to wear it if we were fighting… At first, mum would make us wear it, but eventually, to save time, she charmed it to work on its own if there was fighting and bangs to be heard. The cards must have triggered it.”
“Right,” Harry said, glad he had never been given such a punishment with Dudley. He tried to take the sweater off but as soon as he had lifted it and let go, it snapped back into place.
“Of course it’s charmed to stay on, Harry.” She shifted uncomfortably. “Mum! Undo this at once.”
Mrs Weasley walked in from the kitchen and looked at them. “What were you fighting for?”
“Harry thought it was smart to blame me for Ron dating Lavender which has led Hermione and Ron to not talk to each other,” Ginny complained.
“So you were indeed fighting? You know the rules, Ginny, I cannot undo the sweater before the time is up.”
Ginny glared at her mum.
“Well, I need to run some errands but your dad’s in the shed if you need anything.” She looked at Harry and then at Ginny with a small smile. “Don’t go anywhere.”
Ginny’s jaw dropped. “Mum!”
Mrs Weasley shook her head and grabbed her coat.
“So you are going to leave me all alone with a boy this close together?”
Mrs Weasley shrugged. “It’s just Harry and you are stuck in a sweater, I think that’s pretty safe. Besides, don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“No, we broke up,” Ginny replied casually.
“Well, it doesn't change anything. I’ll be back in a bit.”
Harry looked at Ginny, trying not to sound too happy about her and Dean breaking up. “What happened with you and Dean?” Harry said, attempting desperately not to touch Ginny too much but their hands kept grazing each other.
“He was being a prat so I ditched him. Actually, it was partially about you.”
Harry thought his heart skipped a beat. “Me?”
Ginny forcefully stepped to the couch, so Harry had to walk along while he tried not to stumble. They had to try not to fall over as they sat down. Their thighs were touching as they sat on the couch, the sweater wouldn’t allow them to move further away.
“Yes, he is always helping me through the portrait hole and other overly gallant things… and when I asked him once again to stop because I found it patronising, he said that I didn’t mind it when you did it.”
Harry frowned. “I don’t think I have ever done that…”
“That’s what I said! Then he brought up the Chamber of Secrets as if that was some gallant gesture. I asked him if you should have left me there to die.”
Ginny and him had never really talked about the Chamber of Secrets much since and he inhaled sharply. “Those are not even remotely the same!”
“I know! So I told him if he can’t tell the difference he could just go. He wasn’t very pleased I didn’t give in and ran off.”
“Oh, I am sorry to hear that,” Harry told her, even though the beast in his chest was practically purring.
“It is fine. It had been rocky for a while, it was a matter of time.” She combed her fingers through her hair absent-mindedly with her free hand and a waft of the flowery scent hit Harry’s nose.
Between that and their proximity and their thighs touching, Harry wanted nothing more than to escape the sweater because the alternative… he was slightly hopeful now that she was single again but then still… making a move on a girl when she’s stuck in a sweater with you may not be a great course of action, especially since he would not be able to dodge any jinxes if it came to it.
“Is there really no way out of this sweater?” Harry asked.
“Not that I know,” Ginny muttered.
“How about a hug?” A perfectly brotherly hug was surely something that would prove to the sweater they were getting along.
“We can try that.”
They stood up again. They had to hold on to each other below the sweater so they wouldn’t topple. His free hand came around her shoulder and the arm in the sweater swooped around her waist. He pulled her close as Ginny’s hands carefully came to rest on his back. He tried not to pay attention to the fact that Ginny had leaned her chin comfortably on his shoulder. The smell of her hair was intoxicating from this close. Harry let go of her after a moment and tugged at his sleeve hopefully. Much to their disappointment, it snapped right back into place.
“Well, it was worth a try,” he commented, stopping himself from suggesting they’d hug again to see if hugging longer perhaps would help.
Harry shuffled back to the couch and Ginny grabbed onto his arm under the sweater to coordinate them sitting simultaneously. He was disappointed when her fingers promptly left his arm when they were seated.
Harry tried to lean away from her as much as he could, trying to get the flowery scent out of his nose.
“I am sorry, I’m sure you are hating this right now,” Ginny said.
“No, it’s fine. It’s just that ever since I smelled your shampoo in-” Harry promptly closed his mouth. What the hell was he going to say?
Ginny turned her head to look at him with curiosity but he was looking anywhere but at her. “In what? Why are you so red all of a sudden?”
“Forget I said anything,” Harry said. This was bloody embarrassing.
“Harry, there is no need to be embarrassed. It’s me, I have done tons of embarrassing things in front of you, I won’t judge.”
It was like the beast in his chest was aching for triumph and moved his mouth for him. “Smelled you in Amortentia.”
He could see Ginny tense for a moment and then she smiled. “Harry, do you have a little crush on me?” she said with a teasing voice.
He cleared his throat, and the beast in his chest suddenly lost its nerve too. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Especially in this sweater with no escape.
“Fine, we will just spend the next 50 minutes in silence then. I have nothing better to do.”
“No, Gin!” The traitor of a beast had travelled to his hand and grasped Ginny’s which had been resting on her lap. He looked at her and her eyes widened in surprise but quickly her gaze softened.
The beast returned to his chest, satisfied as Ginny entwined their fingers. Hidden from view but they both knew it, they could feel their fingers grazing softly against each other. Maybe getting stuck in a sweater together wasn't the absolute worst.
“So you definitely don’t have a crush on me then?” she said, her thumb rubbing over the back of his hand softly.
“Not a little one at least,” Harry responded, satisfied that it really could be taken both ways.
Ginny was not letting it go. “How big then?”
Her eyes were eager and playful and the beast in his chest took charge once more. He glanced down at the enormous sweater they were in. “At least as big as this sweater.”
Ginny let out a laugh. “Now that’s properly embarrassing, Potter, I take back what I said earlier.”
It sounded a little mean but she was still holding his hand tightly. Harry figured he was all maxed out on embarrassment and so he continued.
“Yes, thanks. I figured I was overdue on that, seeing as you used to have a crush on me.”
“Used to? Oh, Harry, I wish to say that was true."
Harry looked directly at her, eyes wide, heart pounding.
"Never quite got over that. Poor Dean had to take the brunt of it but I could never like him the way I do you and he really was a prat. I’ve always had a crush on you, that never stopped.”
“How big?” Harry asked, the beast in his chest purring once again.
“Well, I think we are going to need more than one sweater, to be honest.”
Ginny looked at him with that blazing look in her eyes. This time he didn’t need the beast to tell him what to do, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. His sweaterless hand moved to the side of her face as his lips connected with hers. She responded enthusiastically, kissing him back eagerly.
In many ways, this kiss was better than any he had ever shared with Cho. To start with Ginny wasn’t crying and seemed not at all conflicted about kissing him as her hand came to the back of his neck to hold him close. She was taking charge, her tongue teasing his lips and he was glad to follow her lead. Last but not least, the way it made his stomach flutter and the beast in his chest roar triumphantly, was nothing like he had quite felt before.
They parted and Ginny was now equally red in the face. She took a deep breath. "Well, I would have never guessed getting stuck in a sweater with you would lead to this."
"Actually," Harry said, pulling on the sleeve once more. The sweater did not give.
Ginny shook her head smiling. "Seeing as it was charmed to be worn by siblings, I don't think kissing was considered at all."
"Good point," Harry said, looking back at her. "That does make perfect sense."
"Although I guess I suddenly don't mind as much," Ginny grinned at him.
"Are you sure? Not sure your mum will like it as much now," he told her with an equally big grin.
"That in itself is debatable… she does like you, but kissing once hardly makes it official."
"Right, I suppose you'd have to kiss at least twice." He nodded solemnly.
Harry almost jumped when Ginny suddenly moved and let go of his hand but then he realised she was taking the liberty of climbing onto his lap. He also thought that was a bad idea because he was far too happy about this new development and now she was in his lap, but he wasn't about to push her away.
"Alternatively I could just ask you," she said, straddling him. With the constraints of the sweater, there was really no other way for her to sit. Harry was glad there were several layers of winter clothes separating them.
"Or we could do both," he replied boldly, gazing into her soft brown eyes.
"I like the way you think," she said, her arms coming around her neck. He was engulfed in the flowery smell of her hair. "Alright. Harry…" Her face was glowing. "Will you be my boyf-"
"Yes."
"Are you sure it's just one sweater's worth of crush?" She grinned but she didn't wait for his reply. She kissed him again but this time she pulled him closer than before, her body pressed against his chest. His hands landed on her waist. He was thoroughly enjoying it but was also getting increasingly more worried as blood ran south.
He hoped she either would not notice or would not care because they'd be stuck in this sweater together for quite some time either way.
Then Ginny suddenly shifted her weight and Harry almost groaned. This never would have happened to him with Cho. Ginny halted and leaned away slightly to look him in the eyes. Harry was mortified but then he noticed the glint in her eyes. He hadn't considered the third option, she was going to mock him.
"That's nothing to be embarrassed about," she said in a tone one may use when talking to a child who did something definitely embarrassing. She made no attempt to move away from him, her arms still around his neck.
"I feel like all the embarrassment is on me, it's not fair. I'd rather stick my elbow in a butter dish," he muttered, his cheeks feeling hot.
"Thanks, that still returns in my nightmares," she answered, a smile dancing around her lips. "I'll take partial blame for this one, I did sit on top of you."
Harry could die right now but to his relief, Ginny did not seem particularly bothered by this new development.
"Or was it the hair? Just makes you swoon, does it?" she said, running a hand through her hair and sweeping it to the front so another waft of the wonderful shampoo reached his nose.
"Perhaps, it reminds me of Amortentia."
"Or Amortentia reminds you of me. Either way, I think the results are conclusive." She gave a decisive nod.
"I'm a prat?"
She laughed. "Not usually. I meant you're absolutely smitten with me. At least two sweaters."
“Yes, I think you’re right,” he said, looking into her gorgeous eyes. “But you can hardly blame me.”
“Why?” she said, cocking her head, still playful.
“Well, you are really pretty and smart and cool…”
“Keep talking,” she said, leaning back into him, her face close to his.
“Daring, an excellent Chaser, mischievous, kind…” He watched as she smiled wider with every word.
“You speak right to my heart, Potter.”
Then her lips were on his again, with more vigour than before. Her hands came to the side of his face. His arms, both in the sweater and around curled around her waist to hold her close. He could feel her gasp a little as he did it and in response, she held him tighter.
Kissing Ginny was his new favourite thing, he decided. It was like playing Quidditch on a sunny spring day, sunset on a summer’s day, hot cocoa on a rainy fall day and a day in front of the fire on a snowy winter’s day; perfect every moment in time.
“Ginny, what are you doing?!” Mrs Weasley asked bewildered.
Harry had forgotten entirely where he was. They quickly parted lips. Harry was glad she did not move her head to look at her mum to reply, so both their red faces were hidden for a moment more. Her hands slipped from his face. Harry’s heart was beating quickly. This was bad, this was very very bad.
“Getting along?” Ginny tried, not tearing her gaze away from him.
“Did you get yourself stuck in there on purpose?”
Harry saw the anger on her face as she whipped around to look at her mum. “Of course not! I had no clue Harry liked me until ten minutes ago! Will you undo the charm now?!”
He was slightly terrified as taking this tone with the Dursleys would have definitely led to a terrible beating.
Mrs Weasley’s tone was surprisingly soft. “I really can’t undo it until the time is up, Ginny, but you could at least get off his lap.”
Ginny blushed another deep red and Harry’s hands slipped from her back as she swung her leg back over him and sat back down beside him. Harry could now get a proper look at Mrs Weasley. She was a little red in the face too but she did not look quite as angry as he expected.
Mrs Weasley shook her head. “Why I thought you would be less trouble because you’re a girl…” She disappeared back into the kitchen.
“I really thought I had hit the limit of embarrassment today but it keeps getting worse,” he whispered to her.
She chuckled. “Well, now it was both of us but hey, at least we don’t have to announce we’re dating, I think she got the idea.”
Her hand came to find his and entwined their fingers again. Harry nearly melted as she softly leaned her head on his shoulder.
“You know, you can be absolutely adorable when you want to,” he told her softly as he looked at her.
Her eyes flitted up at him and she smiled. “On occasion, I try.”
“Why are you in the sweater together?” Ron asked as he arrived downstairs.
Harry suddenly wondered how Ron was going to react but he was almost glad it wasn’t Ron who found them snogging. Then again Ron had garnered some experience of his own since he caught Dean and Ginny kissing and perhaps he would not react so harshly this time.
“We better just tell him,” Ginny spoke as though she read his mind.
“We were having a heated discussion, the cards exploded and it triggered the sweater. We got talking and anyway… we are together,” he said with a glance at Ginny, who smiled at him.
“What do you mean ‘together’ ?” Ron asked.
“Well, you did challenge me to choose someone better, didn’t you?” Ginny shot at her brother.
Ron gaped like a fish and took a minute to regain his composure. “Really?”
Ginny nodded. “Yes.”
Mr Weasley stepped into the living room with Mrs Weasley in tow. “So, what did I hear?”
Harry felt thoroughly embarrassed now but what surprised him the most was that no one seemed particularly upset with either of them. Instead, Mr and Mrs Weasley seemed rather amused.
“Can we have any other conversations when we are out of this sweater?” Ginny groaned, sharing his embarrassment.
Mr Weasley sat down on a chair at the table and smiled. “Oh no, I think you stuck in a sweater is just perfect…”
Ginny grumbled. “We got stuck, we got talking, he mentioned he smelled me in Amortentia… what was I supposed to do? Pretend it was nothing and let it go by?”
Mr Weasley’s eyes landed on Harry. “Amortentia… really? That’s quite something…” He shared a knowing look with Mrs Weasley before focusing back on them.
“Amortentia?” Ron said, looking at him. “That was in September!”
Harry sighed. “I didn’t realise it was her… anyway what was I supposed to tell you? I think I have feelings for your sister? I don’t think that would have landed well…”
Ginny shook her head. “Of course not, because he is a hypocrite!”
Harry squeezed her hand softly, signing for her to take it down a notch. She seemed to have understood.
“This is embarrassing enough as it is. Do any of you have any further questions because then you better ask them now. I need to pee and as soon as the time is up, I am gone and I will try my best to not see any of you for the remainder of the day.”
“Does that include Harry?” Mr Weasley asked with a small smile.
“...No.”
#hinny#hinnyfest#fic#harry potter#ginny weasley#they talk about sweater amounts bc it's hard to talk about your feelings#the beast in Harry's chest really comes through in this one
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I too spent a fair amount of today thinking about the BC line after your response to the last anon...
i’m putting the next installment below the cut. entirely nsfw.
“Slut.” There’s a laugh in Ryan’s voice, and not even a mean one. He slouches lower on the damask sofa, slinging one arm along its back.
Will looks over his shoulder at Ryan. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” he says, indifferently. He wipes his chin with the back of his hand and gets to his feet without looking at Gabe.
“Why would I be jealous,” Ryan says, still amused, “when I’m going to fuck your face.” He doesn’t ask it like a question.
With Will’s back to him, Gabe can’t see his expression, can’t tell if he’s returning Ryan’s imperious gaze, can’t figure out what silent conversation they’re having. A log cracks in the fireplace, spattering embers into the ashes.
Gabe tucks himself back into his pants and zips up so slowly he can feel every tooth of the zipper catch. No sudden movements, nothing that would remind them he’s here, an unwitting participant in this fucked-up ritual. That’s what it has the feel of. Will and Ryan aren’t circling each out, testing. They know what to expect. Gabe’s the one who’s in the dark, his brain still fuzzy from coming in Will’s mouth.
“Come over here,” Ryan directs, and Will does, house slippers silently crossing the thick carpet. Gabe watches the firelight flicker across their profiles as Will stands over Ryan. The corner of Ryan’s lip curls in a faint and dangerous smirk. Will’s got a deadly look in his eye. He doesn’t look like someone who just sucked Gabe’s dick. He doesn’t look like someone who’s about to suck Ryan’s.
Will bends toward him, and Ryan stretches a lazy hand up and curls it around the back of Will’s skull. Abruptly, he pulls him down into a kiss.
It doesn’t look like a nice kiss, not like how Will kissed Gabe, with soft lips and scotch on his tongue. It looks bruising and mean, like he’s trying to drive the taste of Gabe out of Will’s mouth. Will braces his hands on Ryan’s thighs, holding his ground. Gabe watches the merciless crush of their mouths against each other. His shoulders tense when Ryan sinks his teeth into Will’s lower lip.
“Fucker.” Will’s voice is muffled against Ryan’s mouth. He digs his fingers into the pattern across the chest of Ryan’s sweater, twisting his nipple.
It happens so fast Gabe can’t understand how. All of a sudden Ryan’s on his feet, and he’s got Will doubled over with one arm pinned behind him. Nothing else moves in the cavernous room. The last of the liquor in the decanter on the table doesn’t even tremble. A shiver of hard snowflakes rattles against the tall windows, audible through the half-closed drapes.
Will’s breathing heavy, Gabe can see it in his shoulders. His hair falls forward, firelight gleaming in the gold strands.
Ryan holds him there, immobilized, for a long moment. Gabe’s body presses itself back against the sofa cushion, seeking an escape that doesn’t exist. He can’t talk. He can’t look away.
Ryan hitches Will’s arm higher and Will makes a noise through gritted teeth.
Ryan rolls his hips against Will, slow and pointedly. “You want it.” It’s not a taunt. It’s said with certainty. Ryan knows.
Gabe wonders if that’s something they do. Something they’re going to make him watch. His heartbeat feels loud enough to echo in the dark wood-paneled corners of this opulent room.
“Let me up and you’ll find out.” Bent over and pinned, Will still sounds just as dangerous as Ryan. Loosening his grip on Will is like unlatching a snake’s cage, waiting to see if it will strike.
Unbothered, Ryan drops Will’s arm. He undoes his belt. By the time Will straightens up and scrapes his hair out of his face, Ryan’s back on the sofa with his trousers shoved halfway down his thighs, big dick in his hand. He points to the space in front of him and Will kneels between his legs.
A flowering vine twines through the intricate pattern of the rug and disappears under the toe of Will’s slipper. Gabe’s eyes trace it across the space between them, following the vine through blues and greens until he can touch it with his own socked foot. When he looks up, he sees Will’s fingers digging into the top of Ryan’s thigh, hard enough to leave bruises.
Ryan’s looking at Gabe. “Don’t be so nice to him.” He cups the back of Will’s head, fingers weaving through his hair. His hips snap up from the sofa, shoving himself deeper into Will’s throat as he holds his head in place. Will’s choked moan around Ryan’s dick is small in the firelit room, swallowed up by the thick carpet and velvet drapes and antique paneling. Ryan thrusts into his mouth again, looking Gabe in the eye. “He likes it like this.”
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do u think u can give me tips on how to fast? i’m always w ppl so someone will point out if i haven’t eaten yet and it’s also hard to keep going sometimes. do u have tips on how to feel full or on what to tell ppl so they don’t worry?
I did not mean for this to get as long as it is, i like to talk im sorry 😅
I totally know how you feel! Fasting can be pretty hard for me too, especially because almost everyone in my life knows i have problems with food.
If you are just starting to fast i would start with small goals and work your way up. I started at about 14 hours, and then worked my way up to around 48. And remember sleeping at night counts! I like to start a fast later in the day so when i wake up the next morning i got a good chunk of hours done without even trying.
Distractions are also essential for me. I play a lot of videogames, and i picked up crocheting to keep my hands busy on down days when im just watching tv. Find things you like to do that keep your mind off it, and keeps your hands occupied so you dont feel the urge tor each for a snack or something. Reading, going for a walk, pick up a new hobby if you want! Theres loads to do to keep you distracted. Im making a sweater for my dad thats taking up a lot of my time :)
To curb hunger pangs, it can be hard to ignore for sure, my version of fasting isn't dry fasting or water fasting tho. I find those kinds incredibly difficult to do. I liquid fast with sugar free or zero calorie drinks. When im working i make sure to have a monster ultra zero sugar, and any combination of tea, water with a no calorie flavouring, or zero cal sodas, i like pepsi zero. Fizzy drinks can help trick the stomach into thinking its full because its bubbly. Drink lots of water too! The more water you drink the more full you feel. If you happen to like black coffee that works too, since its works as an appetite suppressant. It gets easier after the first night. Sometimes if its really bad I'll allow myself to chew some sugar free gum and that usually helps curb the hunger a bit too.
And of course if at any point you feel like you are going to pass out please PLEASE break your fast and eat something. Even a granola bar or something, to get your blood sugar levels up. The last thing you want is passing out from lack of food.
Excuses can be hard depending on your circumstances. I happen to work in food service so i often use the excuse i ate at work. If you are working or in school you can use the same excuse with people at home. And at work or school you can say you had a big breakfast at home or you are having a big dinner! If you aren't doing either, excuses can defs become even harder, but i find just saying im not really hungry at the moment tends to work fine w my boyfriend and family. Otherwise you can try:
Saying you feel a little nauseated and dont want to risk getting sick
You have a toothache
Your jaw is hurting for whatever reason
You are budgeting and cant afford to go out for food right now
Saying you want to try intermittent fasting for your health
If the people you are with are open minded for lack of a better word you could say your doing a x amount of days juice cleanse. My sister did one a while ago and everyone supported it, even though its essentially just liquid fasting for 3 days.
Or you could be straight up! Do a little research into the benefits of long term fasting! Then you can just say you are fasting for a while bc of all the good health benefits.
I hope this helps a little bit, and of course id prefer you to seek recovery options, but there are a lot of health benefits to fasting that i wholly support! And if you are going to fast id rather try to help you do it in a way that makes you feel accomplished for succeeding and in a healthy way. Take vitamins, and dont skip any medications you have. If they require to be taken with food then do that, dont put your health at risk taking medication without food :(
Stay safe love, and listen to your body 💕
#ed but not sheeran#disordered eating thoughts#tw ana fast#anor3x14#th1n$po#ana trigger#low cal restriction
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🏳️🌈😇🧸👻🦾🫂💔🪢📓👗🥇🍫❤️🔥😺😭😶
for any charas pls :D (sorry if it’s a lot I just love your headcanons<3)
Alright, this is gonna be long bc I'm gonna do, like, 3 ppl (cw for abuse and neglect mentions)
Kaga
🏳️🌈- He's bisexual and gender fluid
😇- Agnostic bc he feels like it's near impossible to confirm if there is or is not a god
🧸- Once his parents realized how smart he was, he was pushed to be better and this led to him burning himself out or constantly being stressed because he doesn't give himself breaks. He would also be scolded if he tried to take breaks.
👻- He has claustrophobia, emetophobia and agoraphobia
🦾- Not really a disability (I think) but he's burned his hands so bad before that he can barely feel them, yet he can still hold some things decently well
🫂- Gema and Geiju have been his friends since elementary school and while they have their differences, they are still very close. Is also extremely close with Homu and treats her like she's his child (very defensive)
💔- He is terrified of being yelled at by anyone due to his parents. He also breaks under pressure
🪢- Shiromi is his younger half-sibling and probably the only person he really enjoys in his family
📓- Likes to play video games or build little robots that serve no particular purpose
👗- Usually just wears T-shirts or sweaters out of school. Will occasionally wear dresses or skirts mostly because of how much he can move his legs in them
🥇- Is great at making small robots in short amounts of time. He enjoys doing it and keeps some active around his house
🍫- Doesn't eat as much as he should, but when he does eat, it's in large amounts
❤️🔥- He isn't used to being in love so if he is flirted with, he will have no idea how to respond. If he gets a crush, he will become obsessive and try to get closer to them
😺- Can not handle being around cats and will freak out if he's near one. The reason for this is unknown even by his closest friends
😭- Burned his hands so severely that they got a decent amount of nerve damage and he had to make something to help him move his hands decently normally again
😶- He has two pet rats. This could've gone in the animal hcs but who cares
Itachi
🏳️🌈- Bisexual with a male lean
😇- Agnostic, hates hearing about religion because of how often it is discussed
🧸- He doesn't really like to talk about his childhood due to his mother dying early in it
👻- has claustrophobia. Thinks that centipedes are the worst creatures to ever exist
🦾- Kind of a disability I guess but he has autism because I said so
🫂- Has a hard time making friends because he worries that they will get in the way of his goals, but he enjoys the company. Still feels a strange guilt when making friends
💔- has severe trust issues. It takes a long time for him to fully trust someone
🪢- Osana is his younger sister and he would kill for her
📓- Just likes to be outside and go on walks. Doesn't matter how far a place is away, he'll most likely walk there. Also enjoys gardening and has a variety of plants
👗- Wears mostly thin things or short sleeve shirts because he overheats easily
🥇- Is probably the fastest in his club, just barely faster than Asu
🍫- Cannot eat chocolate because it makes him feel sick
❤️🔥- If he knows someone has a crush on him, he wouldn't usually care unless it was painfully obvious in that case, he would tease them and try to get that info out of them.
😺- There is not one animal that he doesn't like
😭- Was abused by his father when he was young and it still sticks with him to this day
😶- Is protective of some of his younger friends and will act as a parent or guardian around them
Uekiya
🏳️🌈- Pansexual
😇- Agnostic, sees all religions as ok as long as they're not hurting anyone. Will take time to learn about other people's religions
🧸- Her parents were always busy in her childhood, so she would spend her time with plants out of boredom and curiousity
👻- has agoraphobia
🦾- None
🫂- Can make friends with almost anyone as long as they're nice to her friends
💔- She doesn't hate her parents, but feels like they could have done better to care for her in her childhood
🪢- Has no siblings, but wishes she did. She sees the gardening club members as her younger sisters
📓- Enjoys gardening and going on walks when it feels nice out
👗- Loves sweatera and skirts and will mostly only wear those
🥇- She knows almost everything about basic plants and can nurse a plant back to a normal state if possible
🍫- She mostly eats fruits and vegetables because junk food makes her feel sick
❤️🔥- Will get more touchy with someone she like as in touching their hands, hugging them, or giving small kisses with permission
😺- Has a pet rabbit
😭- She was bullied in middle school for her weight and had appearance issues throughout middle school because of it
😶- Gets cold very easily
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I want to get to know you better! This is one of my favorites. Pls gush to me all about to!
✨ If you get this ask, tell us more about your selfship(s)! And then feel free to pass this ask around ✨
GASP OK BUT U ASKED ME FOR IT!!!!!! HERE WE G O
(Selfship screaming under the cut)
Currently I’m pretty obsessed with beerwin (Bee x Erwin). Erwin is really patient and a strong, reliable presence! But he works too hard, so I am good at helping him take a break!
Erwin is so supportive and helps me with my silly little garden without being asked to help and he always listens to me talk about my silly little plants and watches obscene amounts of TikTok’s about cool garden stuff that I want to add and whatever else is rattling around in my silly little brain.
I like it when he tells me about books he’s reading, or when he lets me drink some of his tea/coffee (I’m perfectly aware that I can make my own but his tastes better bc he has it and yes I realize how ridiculous that is). I also love bringing him something cold to drink when he’s working outside in the heat, and we’ve started sitting on the porch in the evenings after the sun goes down. It’s quiet and all we can hear are the crickets but it’s so peaceful because it’s our home.
Also I like that he comes to the market with me because I don’t have to climb the shelves anymore bc he Tol.
Erwin has several pairs of work khakis that are torn and patched hundreds of times but he won’t get rid of them because he said they still get the job done but I think it’s because he likes when I mend them, especially with fun fabrics. He’s a berry fiend tho and everytime he’s outside he eats several handfuls of berries from the bushes but he always brings me some wherever I am. He’s so cute when he does it.
He’s very nice to our chickens and talks to them and the ducks when he feeds them. The cow positively adores him, too, and so do the sheep and goats and all the barn cats. He’s so gentle with them, it makes me warm and fuzzy inside.
I’ve made a sweater for Erwin roughly each year we’ve been together. He will never get rid of any of them. He still rotates them around, tho some are better for fall and some are better for winter, etc. He’s always keeping an eye out for yarn or fabric sales.
Erwin is the best at getting the seals nice and tight on our canning jars but I think he does this on purpose so that I ask him for help to open them. He also organizes our canning pantry so well, he has the patience and attention span to do it really thoroughly and we always have a good idea of what’s in there thanks to him. We go through jams and jellies and preserves so quickly tho, because he’s always using them on breads and cakes and graham crackers and cookies.
He makes the very best scrambled eggs I’ve ever had and he’s usually awake before me everyday. If he heads out to the barn or the fields early, he always refills my water bottle with cool water and has the coffee maker ready for me to use.
I normally go to sleep a little later than he does, so I like to leave notes in his boots or on the door for him to find in the morning. I also really like to make sure the coffee maker is ready for him to use when he wakes up. *note: we both know we don’t need to do this but it makes us pretty happy to do this for each other*.
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hey man i hope u feel better :[ but for now, would you like to talk about the teeth eye man? he has SUCH a cool concept and design and i dont know anythingabt the show or him but id love to hear your thoughts. you can be faggy abt him too while youre at it thats all good and well id love to see that too
ik you sent this yesterday but after work i was too tired to answer it. but yes thank you for letting me talk about the corinthian ive been DYING to talk about the corinthian (<- has not shut up about the corinthian for two solid weeks)
my thoughts are that i am a fag and i am so glad he is ALSO a fag it makes me so happy when he kisses men you got no idea literally i go insane every time he does it or every time he hits on a guy . hes got some issues of the daddy variety (creator thinks he is a disappointment) and ooogfghg boy when i say i want to worship him like a god . hubris will not be his downfall on my watch i will not allow it. more hubris, actually
currently in the middle of reverse engineering one of his crime scenes like i think im will graham or something /j
he is HANDSOME he is GOOD WITH KIDS he has MONEY (stolen) and im gonna tongue kiss one of his eye mouths until his knees go weak : )
this screencap makes me feel insane bc you can see a bit of his tongue and i worked so hard rewinding this same ten seconds for an indefined amount of time until i could get it. i have to my estimation 75+ screenshots of this guy pray for my computer
the energy of this !!!! an ancient greekk painting. babygirl you are an adonis i am gonna make a marble statue of you in your little crew neck sweater while consumed by lovesick delirium and its gonna slap so hard art will be finished forever
#f/o: the corinthian#THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME BE INSANE#i spared you the eye horror bc you are little and soft#or else i would have posted some of those too#genuinely obsessed w how his little mouths still react to changes in his expression#i want to study him (loving and affectionate)
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LOL sorry omg i really died. like am still dying. i spent all day yesterday crying over my coursework and shit but i talked to that guy and he really knocked some sense into me and told me to not be so hard on myself... so now im crying internally and not externally 😭
ive been thinking about it now and i think i might switch majors for the sake of my sanity bc real talk the amount of work is insane and i cant properly function it's crazy out here idk how people do this... i was thinking maybe health sci since i already have most of the credits for the degree and ive always wanted to be involved in the healthcare field... im gonna see my academic advisor on monday and see what they say because holy guacamole i want to be able to enjoy school w/o crying every time i think about it
omg that got long but those have been my thoughts for the past few days BUT ANYWAY that's so good!!!! im so happy for you big brain energy we love to see it!! ive got a biochem midterm this week (which is the cause of my mental breakdowns BUT KLSJFRG) and ochem is in 2 weeks but as i said might change majors and ochem is not necessary... so i'll prob drop it haha
the last season was so good. i found it a bit slow in the beginning but once it picks up it's going like i could not stop watching it!! i havent watched bcs but i heard it gets better near the end again?? ive watched el camino tho
that's how i felt abt crocheting at first like im the type of person to try something for a little bit and then give up right after but honestly!!! it's so fun because you can make all kinds of different things like clothing, bags, accessories and it's so fun!! i've been picking up knitting too and i've made some socks and i'm working on a sweater rn
WOIEFJWE that man is so wonderful like i feel like he really understands me and !!!!!!!!!!! i feel like he really balances out the "negative" parts/thoughts of me and is so reassuring IM WHIPPED LOL
omg yes i had a bad cold too like a week ago (no covid as well) and i think i might be good now knock on wood!! what a slay im glad your classes are going so well for you! i dont follow hockey (gasp) but i can see the thrill of it!! hopefully they can win the next game!
highly enjoyed the break. have a great weekend too!! <3
-mightychondria
no no no worries lol i totally get being busy and everything <33
but omg :[[ im sorry that school has been so overwhelming and stressful for you aaaaa yeah if its at the point where you're upset everyday and completely overwhelmed and don't like school then i definitely agree w changing your major.... you don't want the rest of your life to be like this lol health science would be interesting for sure !! there are so many ways to be involved in health care and the health system without being a doctor/nurse/etc so im sure you'll be able to find something that works !!
?!*%*$???($*@)? you're taking ochem AND biochem at the same time ?!!?($*@)@ i understand the breakdowns wtf id lose it fr but lol fingers crossed changing your major works out so that you don't have to take that ochem exam
fr i definitely understand why breaking bad is considered like one of the best shows of all time ... the writing was so good and the story was so compelling and even when it got to the point where you were like 'wtf thats sick and messed up' you couldnt stop watching bc you were in so deep lol but !! ive yet to watch el camino ... hmmm
oooo man thats so cool !! you're so right like i always see crochet tutorials on tiktok for like the most random things ever and you can make like. anything. its amazing. hehe maybe ill try it out once i have more free time :]
YAAAYYY FOR THE MAN!! im glad that he's good for you :] its very nice that he's sticking w you through all of your stress and helping you out!! hehe have yall gone on any fun dates or are you just ~talking~ ?
tis the time of year for colds lol this one i think is just about done ... my cough is significantly better today but i can't decide if its actually better or if its just bc i havent been talking today .... lol ig ill see tomorrow! KFLJDSKFJ [gasp] a canadian that doesn't follow hockey ... an incredible find ... hehehe im joking but yes fr hockey is so crazy compared to other sports like even though its kinda like soccer its still so different and sooooo entertaining to me lol ty for the support for my team they definitely need it [muffled through fake coughing] they're bad [more fake coughing]
yay! i hope this week of classes goes better! tyyyy <3 <3 <3
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💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend
A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x
genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?
words: ~ 4.1 k
disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!
[H/N means 'his (bias) name']
In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.
Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.
His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?
As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.
Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.
There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.
But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?
But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.
Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.
The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.
“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.
“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.
“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.
“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.
“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”
“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.
“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.
“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.
“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.
“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.
“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.
At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.
“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.
“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.
“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”
What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.
He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”
“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.
“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.
“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.
“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.
“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”
The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.
When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.
“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.
“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”
“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”
“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.
“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.
“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”
“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”
You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.
“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”
“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.
“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”
“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.
“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.
“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.
“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”
“Isn’t that right?” he said.
“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”
You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.
“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”
“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.
“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”
“As always.”
The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.
“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.
“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”
Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.
“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.
As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.
“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.
“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.
His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.
You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.
“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”
“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.
“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”
You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.
“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.
“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.
“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.
“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.
“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.
“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”
His tone was surprisingly calm.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”
“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.
“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”
“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.
“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.
“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.
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“how are you so perfect?!” // karl jacobs fluff alphabet
a/n: the mcyt brainrot continues so i am coping with the fluffiest karl hcs my brain can summon,,,,,,, i am affection-starved send help please
summary: a look into the abcs of dating the one and only sweetheart karl jacobs!!! (fluff alphabet template by @snk-warriors)
activities - what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time with them?
karl loves doing literally anything and everything with you; he just loves your presence and company so much!! whether it’s late-night target runs, playing minecraft together, or just collapsing into your arms after a long, late-night stream, being with you instantly lifts his mood.
beauty - what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?
while karl appreciates and adores everything about you, i can definitely see him being a sucker for your eyes. he loves how they sparkle in certain lights, how big and happy they are when you’re looking at him, how they crinkle when you laugh, and how your pretty eyelashes flutter against your cheeks when the two of you cuddle. he often finds himself getting all blushy when you guys maintain prolonged eye contact:)))) i think he’d also love your hands and shoulders too!!
comfort - how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
karl is no stranger to anxiety and is incredibly empathetic. the combination of these two things makes him the BEST person to have around when you’re not feeling good. if you’re sad, he’ll instinctively know just what to do to put a smile on your face again. he’ll crack stupid jokes or put on music and dance with you—anything to make you happy. if you’re anxious, he’ll talk softly to you and, if you’re feeling up to it, will hold you so you can safely come down from your panicking. he’ll definitely cradle the back of your head with his hand as he holds you close, just breathing with you.
dreams - how do they picture their future with their s/o?
karl is definitely the type to fall hard relatively quickly in a relationship. thinking about the future is sometimes scary for him, but with you in the picture, he finds it less threatening—beautiful, even. he doesn’t know exactly how he wants everything to turn out, but he does know that he wants you by his side through all of it.
equal - are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
equality in a relationship is INCREDIBLY important to karl. he respects you so much and wants to make sure that your opinions and ideas are heard. the two of you 100% thrive on mutual communication and input.
fight - would they forgive their s/o easily? how do they fight?
i don’t see karl as the type to get upset easily; he’s pretty chill and is very forgiving since he hates conflict. i can see the odd argument popping up if he’s tired or stressed and accidentally snaps at you, but he’d be clinging to you five minutes later and begging for forgiveness (which, of course, you can’t resist giving him—he has an unfair amount of cute privilege).
gratitude - how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
karl is sweetie #1 and never fails to appreciate the people in his life (or let them know). you could get him a monster from the fridge and he’ll literally pepper your face with kisses while chanting “thank you thank you thank you” like you just saved his life or something. he’s such a cutie and never fails to show you just how much he appreciates everything you do:)))
honesty - do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? or do they share everything?
as i said before, karl thrives on communication. however, he’s often hesitant to tell you when he’s feeling down or upset. even though he knows you probably wouldn’t mind, he doesn’t want to drag you down or burden you with his problems. his tell for feeling down is getting really quiet, so if you notice this, a few gentle questions will get him to open up to you. he’s working on being more open because you always help him feel so much better!!
inspiration - did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? ex: trying out new things or helping them overcome personal problems?
without a doubt, you have both changed each other for the better!! he’s helped you appreciate the little things and the quiet companionship that so many people take for granted. he’s also been a huge constant and has helped you through tough times. you’ve been a huge calming-yet-brilliant force for him and have taught him that good things always come in time. y’all are really an unstoppable pair and mean so much to the other!!
jealousy - do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?
karl doesn’t get jealous as much as he gets insecure. if he’s feeling uncomfortable, he’ll just get super quiet. after all, who is he to stop you from having fun?? maybe you’re better off with this person in the moment,,,, anyway, you’ll have to make it up to him with a cuddle session and reassuring him about how much you love him between soft head kisses:)))
kiss - are they a good kisser? what was the first kiss like?
karl’s kisses are LOVELY—soft and sweet with his hands gently cupping your cheek or jaw or even holding your own. he just loves being able to feel you and be close to you. the first kiss probably happened during a cuddle session—he would just be so caught up in your presence and softness and scent that his face would move closer to yours without him even trying. you’d make soft, shy eye contact for a brief moment before his mouth met yours. help he’s so cute ajcividiahhdjfd
love confession - how would they confess to their s/o?
god, he’s SUCH a cheeseball—he’d either do it on your birthday, delivered with a shy smile and giant bouquet, or just blurt it out of nowhere at 2am while the two of you are tired and slap-happy out of your minds. either way, he says it with such hushed reverence that your heart forgets how to work for a few minutes. so many kisses after;))))
marriage - do they want to get married? how would they propose? what would the marriage be like?
like i said earlier, karl can get a bit overwhelmed when thinking about the future. however, he does know that he wants the utter joy you bring him every day to keep going. he likes the idea of a small, pretty wedding with the people you’re closest with, but he’s also fine with just enjoying what you have. as long as he gets to be with you he’s happy:)))
nicknames - what do they call their s/o?
i get the vibe that he’d call you by your first initial or “baby” when he wants to be more casual (but he somehow imbues “baby” with so much meaning,,,,, hhhh). uses “sweetie” sometimes and also “honey” after you’ve been in a relationship for a while. basically just uses the absolute CUTEST names,,, they come naturally to him bc he loves you so much:’))
on cloud nine - what are they like when they are in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their feelings?
it is PAINFULLY obvious that karl’s in love with you. he’s always gushing about you to his mr. beast and minecraft friends, so full of fond stories that everyone groans at so much of a mention of your name (everyone secretly thinks it’s adorable tho). the two of you have had so many people compliment you on how cute of a couple you are—your joking, fond chemistry is palpable.
pda - are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag about their s/o in front of others? or are they rather shy to kiss, etc. when others are watching?
while it’s common knowledge karl’s love language is physical touch, he’s always considerate of your boundaries while the two of you are around others. he’ll likely keep pda to hand holding and an arm slung comfortably over your shoulder. it’s just enough to let you feel each other without being too clingy.
quirk - a random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
karl is super unselfish—meaning his closet, nail polish—and yes, even his prized monster energy drinks—are also yours. he truly believes that sharing is caring, and it makes him incredibly happy when you’re wearing one of his iconic sweaters or giving him a grateful smile as he hands you half of his taco bell order.
romance - how romantic are they? what would they do to make their s/o happy? cliché or rather creative?
karl is a complete angel and always puts others first, meaning he’s an absolute GOD when it comes to romance. he’s always laughing and joking with you, and he never runs out of fun things for the two of you to do. at the beginning of your relationship, he’ll stick to the tried-and-true formulas of giant teddy bears, chocolate, and shared sweaters. as he gets to know you better, though, he’ll take pride in giving you super personal gifts and crafting special date nights he knows you’ll love. he’s the absolute sweetest:’’))
support - do they help their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?
karl is your biggest fan first and your boyfriend second. he never fails to cheer you on every step of the way and remind you just how incredible you are when you’re struggling. he truly believes you can do anything—he is an angel. an ANGEL.
thrill - do they need to try out new things to spice out their relationship? or do they prefer a certain routine?
the two of you have a happy, comfortable rhythm in your relationship. however, you guys definitely try things together. watching a new cartoon, trying a quirky restaurant, or doing weird challenges with each other on stream never feels too much like stepping out of your comfort zone since the two of you are so in sync. even if something backfires, you’ve got the safety net of the other person to catch you.
understanding - how well do they know their partner? are they empathetic?
karl has incredible amounts of emotional and interpersonal intelligence. he believes in the innate dignity and beauty of all people, and LOVES getting to know every single bit of who you are. he’s completely committed to you, and is the perfect person to help you with whatever you’re going through.
value - how important is the relationship to them? what is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?
he considers your relationship to be the best part of his life. you’ve been with him through so much, and looking back, it’s incredibly clear just how much your presence in his life has changed him for the better. he loves you so much!!!!!
wild card - a random fluff headcanon.
karl often rants happily on and on about his newest cartoon or gaming obsession while the two of you are cuddling. he’s just so cute, and more often than not you’ll end up kissing all over his freckled cheeks and soft hair. he melts into you like a cat and the two of you just breathe the other in with pure contentment:))))) send help y’all are so cute:))))
xoxo - are they very affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle?
this goes without saying, but karl is a cuddlebug supreme. if you’re not super into cuddling, he’ll understand but try and ease you into it so that he can love you the way he really wants to!! copious amounts of cuddles, kisses, and affection are central to his ideal relationship.
yearning - how do they cope when they’re missing their partner?
poor karl gets so lonely without you!! you’ll facetime him when you’re gone for even a night, and he’ll pick up wearing one of your sweatshirts. “miss me that much??” you tease, and he can only nod and pout. expect millions of wish you were heres and miss you babys and can’t wait to hug u agains spam texted to you. lots of snapchats of him giving puppy dog eyes to the camera and cuddling stuffed animals will also be sent. he can’t help it—he just adores you and is constantly pouting until you’re back.
zeal - are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, what will they do?
you’re karl’s everything, and he’ll do anything to make sure that your relationship is happy, healthy, and beneficial for both of you. thankfully, though, he’s such a sweetheart that making sure things are running smoothly isn’t much of a task at all!!
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laz…i come forth with my request. i sincerely apologize in advance for the length i-
some basic info:
i go by ivy! and my pronouns are she/her/they
platonic match up with a cc! pleaseee
i’m pansexual hehe
my aesthetic is chaotic academia with a touch of cottagecore!!! i like wearing skirts and dresses but also funky sweaters and jeans or plaid pants
my personality:
i’m definitely more on the introverted side and i tend to stay at home
i’m the type of person who makes their friends order food or ask questions because i’m too nervous to do so 🥲
i’m pretty quiet and shy until i get comfortable with someone, im SUPER talkative and friendly. i’m a pretty loyal person, mainly bc i’ve had instances with friends who weren’t very loyal to me, so i could never let someone else down.
i’m super awkward in general so i’m not that outgoing unless i’m really forced too-
my sense of humor is sort of just dry/sarcastic except i’m horrible at doing either and i tend to laugh at my own jokes even if they aren’t that funny. it’s also kind of just chaos humor???
i have bad social anxiety so i’m not prone to stepping out of my comfort zone that easily but i’m learning to get better with dealing with it!!!
things i like and my hobbies:
i love movies with all my heart. like i’m really obsessed with them. i think the process of filmmaking is super cool and i really love the stories that films tell, and i’d love be a part of the film industry someday!!! not like an actor or anything, like a director or a screenwriter
i think history is fascinating!! especially the odd/morbid sides of history, i could talk about it for hours. i had an obsession with really dark and creepy sides of history as a kid and it’s just stayed around through the years lol.
my favorite movies are dead poets society, fellowship of the rings, the curse of the black pearl, and pride and prejudice and i can ramble on about each for HOURS. i’m a huge nerd what can i say
i collect dvds and cds!!! i think they’re super fun to collect, idk why.
my taste in music is like indie pop/indie folk
top three six songs:
“august” by flipturn
“krystal” by matt maltese
“call it fate, call it karma” by the strokes
“sex sells” by lovejoy
“ghost ship” by blur OR “the comfort of a laugh track” by roar
(i really couldn’t choose which ones i prefer so you get twice the amount, i am so sorry-)
misc:
if you could pick either someone from chuckle sandwich or the dream smp, that’d be awesome!!!
i live near the coast, so i really like cool weather and the beach!!
i got anxiety 😎 but i’m trying to get better at dealing with it
im trying to be more productive and also more attentive cause i have big issues with both whoops
i got a cat hehe
i hope that wasn’t too much ahhh. but congrats yet again on 200!!!!! 💞💕💕
― vibe check! i match you with... ted nivison !
cw + info! fluff, headcanons, platonic / no CWs
includes! cc!ted nivison
note! ivy i am trying so hard not to match you with every single one of the chuckle sammy guys rn, i really am. i was stuck on c!karl for you, too oml. YOUR MUSIC TASTE IS IMMACULATE WTF. also, for anyone interested, feel free to check out the event here!
– super patient with you
– with your anxiety, he's constantly checking in (when it's warranted, of course; he doesn't like the idea of accidentally emotionally smothering you) and seeing if you need anything. if you're genuinely feeling anxious and overwhelmed, your wish is his commend; he wants you to feel as safe and grounded as possible when you're feeling anxious and will do anything you need to facilitate that
– in terms of productivity, he helps you try to find ways to motivate yourself! he'll help you try out setting up reward systems by yourself, making to-do lists, setting up a planner, putting things in a shared calendar, etc. to make sure that you're able to get things done. if you're having trouble finding something that works for you, he'll sit down with you and help you research for as long as you need, granted he has the time for it. if not, he'll set aside time later to do his own research for you
– if you want help working on being attentive (which, same here, honey), he'll gently check in on you every once in a while, usually during conversations or tasks you've been working on for a long time. if you seem hyperfixated, he'll usually leave you alone. if he's not sure whether you're paying attention or not, he'll call your name and gauge how you react
– makes fun of you for being nervous to talk to people (in an affectionate way!), then doesn't miss a beat in fulfilling your request right afterwards
– best friends! you guys are super loyal to each other and balance each other out pretty well: you're shy where he's outgoing, you're usually pretty talkative when he doesn't have the energy to carry the conversation, he'll push you out of your comfort zone when you seem like you need a nudge. and on top of everything, you guys have the same sense of humor
– y'all love going to the movies together! definitely those friends that sit together in the very middle of the theater, sharing a bucket of popcorn and making hushed commentary on the movie to one another as you watch
– if you ask him, he'll definitely teach you a few filmmaking tips and tricks ;]
– he loves hearing about your interest in dark history! he also finds it super interesting, and the fact that it's a special interest of yours is just a bonus. watching you get to giddy while you talk about something you're really passionate about gets him super excited about the conversation as well
– loves going on drives with you down the coast and letting you play your music in the car as you talk about nothing. it's really therapeutic for the both of you
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umm maybe this is me projecting bc i am messaging you during my break but for a drabble request, yoongi in a retail setting???? 😐😐😐😐 oc could either be a co-worker or a regular customer who asks too many questions 😔😌
retail-type beat
drabble week: day three
drabble week masterlist
pairing: customer!yoongi x retail worker!reader
wordcount: 3k
glimpse: "hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second. anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"
feedback + support mean the world to me!!
the last time you checked, work doesn’t start until nine
you kNEW it doesn’t start until 9 in the morning, so clearly that’s why you’re just wearing slides instead of your sneakers
the company uniform is either black or purple (it has to be from what the store is selling though so you can get to choose) with of course!!!! a lanyard!!!!
and you know this, because you’re still wearing your slides from home because it isn’t opening time yet
“goddamn it, i forgot to bring my slippers,” jin moans the moment he walks to see you, looking down on your feet that only reminds him he’d be stuck in his cool yet painfully uncomfy sneakers
he’s probably the only co-worker that you’re truly close with, not feeling the urge to sell him just to get a free day
“i told you to get the sneakers that nurses use!!”
hands-down one of the best purchases you’ve ever made
retail’s hard and it’s not exactly the best-paying job!!! thankfully the franchise owner is a bit more generous so that’s why you get slightly-higher hourly pay
“i would if they looked a little more seasoned,” jin snorts and stubbornly crosses his arms, “i might sacrifice my pride and buy some compression socks.”
OOOOOH THOSE ARE GOOD TOO
makes you feel like ur walking on air
but lol no seokjin isn’t ready to buy those just yet
he’ll settle on some blisters and putting salonpas patches because they look cooler that way, thank u very much <3
jin yawns, talking about finding a steam iron somewhere to replace a blowdryer so he could break in his shoes
“you wipe the glass this time.”
oh right he absolutely hates wiping down the glass — even before opening!!! even when there aren’t any grubby kids that would soil it instantly with their equally as grubby hands
you don’t mind it honestly
you might honestly like it
you prefer wiping the glass a hundred times over than steaming clothes
there is nOT a single thought in your head when you spray on the solution to the glass, rag and squeegee tucked between your fingers when-
maybe you should’ve hOLY FUCKING SHIT
it’s not opening!!!! it is nOT nine o’clock in the morning!!!!
you know that the shop you’re working in is pretty fucking famous and it’s located on one of the most populated streets ever BUT THERE’S ALREADY SOMEONE
although the bucket hat seems familiar from a distance and-
oh it’s just yoongi
yoongi?
yoongi’s already here????
:O
yoongi, the guy in question, is an always customer!!
no, not a regular customer — an always customer
he comes every week and maybe even twice within that period
he’s a nice talkative customer who likes asking questions and even occasionally guides the other customers on what to buy and where to find it
he’s yoongi!!! of course that’s expected of him
he’s been going here long since you ever started working here, and jin keeps iNSISTING that he’s been here more frequently since you started like a year ago
but doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?
“woah, yoongi’s already here? — doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?”
?!!?!!
“i was just thinking the exact same thing.”
jin bangs the glass with his fist and you automatically wince and frown
you dO like cleaning the glass panes!! you didn’t say you liked cleaning them a second time :(
“YOONGI!”
“YES??”
you push jin’s fist away to wipe at the smudge his hand left
“IT’S NOT OPENING YET!”
“I KNOW!!”
wow they’re uh
they’re really loud
sometimes you forget how seokjin could be since it’s been awhile since you heard him yell
lol no one’s been shoplifting recently so you haven’t been hearing him
a mind-blowing idea is for jin to come outside and talk to him in a normal talking voice, so your ears would stop ringing
“HEY! WHAT IF YOU JUST ENTER EARLY IN?”
“REALLY? IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED??”
"YOONGI, EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR KNOWS YOUR NAME. NAMJOON EVEN GAVE YOU A CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFT, AND WE DON'T GIVE CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFTS TO ANY OTHER CUSTOMER!!"
namjoon, who technically should be called mr. kim because no one really thinks to call the franchise owner with their government first name, is actually pretty cool
but he's too busy these days and haven't been visiting because he's too busy tending to his newly-opened coffee shop
as if the money he earns from opening his franchise in a day alone isn’t enough :0
"IF YOU SAY SO?"
you’re the one who hikes up the roll-up door in the slightest, enough for only yoongi to enter and not encourage anyone else to nOT enter when it’s still not opening time!!!!
he only has to crouch a little but he still has to dust his thousand-dollar pants as if he crawled through mud
his cream-colored slacks with a large black hoodie that has a giant bear embroidered on the middle of it and mules
... you don't hate his outfits
pretty cute, actually
it's yoongi!!
you'd never catch him lacking!!!
you don't even have to envision him rocking the shit out a paper bag
one time, he came in the store wearing the WRINKLIEST brown linen jumpsuit that no iron could possibly fix and he still pulled it off
toon-teen-ten!
oh god that’s the sound of the intercom
and the sound of the intercom equates to jungkook
... as in jeon jungkook who’s the floor manager and his constant top one goal for every month is to endearingly annoy seokjin
he’s young and mischievous!! but if you were to ask him, only you and jungkook are the people in this floor he’d actually get drinks with outside the shop
“seokjin come to the lingerie department right now, please.”
you see the thing is :D
“now this is just funny
there’s walkie-talkies for everyone here!! jungkook likes intercoms, and seokjin like yelling!!
“WHY ME AGAIN?? I’VE ALREADY FOLDED-“
“there’s a literal rat and i need yOU to catch it!! you know that i hate rodents!!”
him and jungkook are forever gonna be on this eldest-youngest brother dynamic and while jungkook pouts and shared the extras that he gets, jin is the one who kills the bugs :D
10/10 totally fair
fine then!! he’ll catch that goddamn rat
that leaves you and yoongi. alone.
“why did you come so early this time?”
you ask out of courtesy, genuinely baffled too because you know that yoongi’s a creature of habit
yoongi’s eyes pop out, head fervently shaking no
“i’m typically not the type to do that, no.”
???
is he-
are you-
are you both talking about the same thing
yoongi’s face flushes in embarrassment, his mind just then registering what you were actually saying
“o-oh! it’s because last night, i dreamt of the sweater i saw here last week!!"
oh right
typical :D
"need me to find it for you or do you already know the aisle?"
you align the folded shirts by the corners as you pass, looking at yoongi briefly while he trails behind yoh
“not unless you pulled it out already."
he's hoping that dear god you haven't
the black sweater with the moon aND buildings on it and when you turn on the flash, the windows of said building reflect it right back???
he SHUDDERS just by thinking about it
it’s gonna go with everything!!! an instant boost of serotonin every time he sees it
"for you, yoongi?" you shake your head, a small smile on your face that he only sees every once in a while, "i'd comb through the entire stock room."
wait
that’s sweet :((
“i’ll hold you to that.”
you know what??? you're less cranky when it's only him, and a couple of hundred people less
your smiles aren't for customer-service and you don't have misplaced clothes hanging from your shoulders and your walkie-talkie isn't talking in latin
or when no one’s asking you to reach something from the top shelf
or when you’re on the way to the intercom because a kid got separated from their mother
or when someone’s approaching for a refund for a shirt who has a stain that’s 100% no doubt customer error
his feet immediately move on its own because he’s memorized the outline of this too many times
there it is!!!
the sweater he’s dreamt about is already on his hands, only a handful few left
the piece is considerably more expensive than majority of the items here, so that’s why they’re all spaced-out instead of being clustered altogether
yoongi rarely goes to the dressing room, regardless if it's a full-house or not!!
he could just look at an item and immediately tell that it’s made for him ta know
he's beyond sure that this sweater fits him perfectly, but he may want to be here a little longer
yoongi may have say inside one of the fitting rooms and spent a little time in it just to sit on the chair inside, not fitting the sweater at all
he's gotten his item SO quick and he wished he could've just walked slower or pretended to not know where it was!!!
he wants to spend a little more time here
you don't hate yoongi!!! but sometimes he could just be... yoongi
he's quite talkative and strikes it whenever, making you unguarded
he could be overbearing but like an overbearing kind of nice
yoongi’s nice!! he’s the type to ask a lot of questions sure, but he’s also the type that would point the other customers what to buy and where to find it
he’s the type to find an obvious faulty stitch on a shirt, but he’d just quietly exchange it instead of asking for the manager
he’s the type you wouldn’t want to stand behind in line because it would take a long time for him to finish, but he’s also the same one who buys giftcards with generous amounts for family and friends
yoongi’s kind of cool and that’s cemented on your mind
"what do you got for me?"
he materializes out of nowhere, spooked because you thought he already ringed up and was out of the store already
it just happens to be ten minutes before opening and you’re doing last-minute arrangements on a new spread
well, yoongi most certainly is still here and his attention’s piqued
“we have... a new collection."
you clear your theory, awkwardly gesturing because you’re more than aware that yoongi hasn’t seen this either
“yeah, i know that. but like, what's going on??" he gestures to the displays and racks, squinting his eyes, "what's the theme? what's the material?"
:O
uhm you haven't read the brief about this
you aren't even sURE if there is one!!
doesn't everyone make up something on the spot in retail
or atleast that’s what seokjin tells you
“the theme," you clear your throat, scratching your temple before gesturing towards the full rack, "is everything."
“everything?
yoongi’s eyebrow is raised, not expecting that answer at all
you look back to the new feature, and nOW that you think about it,, there's no cohesion at all
“y-yes. the shop was going for the theme of uhm, everything... all at once — yeah, that's it. everything all at once."
it’s a nice way to put it when not one bit of the new collection goes together
“hmmmm. i like it,” yoongi nods solemnly and tilts his head, “and the material?"
"the material?"
you repeat, eyesight not the best so you can’t really tell anything off the bat or uh aNYTHING really
"t-the material is shirt."
they're all shirts!!! that’s it
yoongi grimaces in disgust, the first time you’ve seen of it
“what?? you can't say that.”
he outsretches his hand to the nearest article, holding it up by the hanger
"this, right here, is satin. see how it shines like silk, but doesn't feel like silk?"
uhm yes
you have a gist of what he’s saying but yes
yoongi picks up a pink button shirt this time, flipping it inside out
"this, is silk charmeuse. look at the inside, is it smooth?"
okay where is he going with this
he urges you to put your hand on the fabric and uhhh you didn't sign up for this???
it looks smooth, sure!! end of discussion
"yea-..."
“it's not. it's rough. it is smooth, but it's dull. silk charmeuse is still silk, but the backing it has is different from the lustrous part."
okay yoongi
you’re starting to feel uncomfortable and it has to do something with the tone he’s using on you
“can't believe you didn't know that!! how about this," he plucks out a shirt with a tiny print at the middle of it, "cotton or polyester and rayon?"
"i don't-"
there’s an itch in your neck that you want to scratch, a tell-tale sign that you just wANT to remove yourself from this situation
“come on!! it's a dead giveaway!!"
:((
why is he being like this?
toon-teen-ten!
“y/n, panty section please. jin almost got bit by a mouse and he needs comforting. two minutes until opening, people!!"
jungkook speaks at the right moment, and jin’s little incident is enough of a reason for you to bolt
yoongi's still looking at you but you can't afford to embarrass yourself further
“bye. happy shopping."
huh?
yoongi’s face falls when you leave as cold as that!! typically when you were going to show him out (when it’s regular shop hours), there’d be a smile :((
there's not even a customer service smile :(((
yoongi goes to the only cashier that's open so far and it happens to be far away from you and a teary seokjin
seokjin's fine he didn't even get bit!! that much he could say
but are you okay? uhhh you kinda went cold on him by the end and he thought he started on a good note
yoongi doesn't visit for another week and you don't find yourself counting the days until you meet him again
you did not have a devil wears prada moment where anne hathaway has an epiphany for fashion knowledge
you just felt belittled at a job that isn’t exactly what you wanted anyways
needed, yes. but wanted? not exactly
you know that basic knowledge about clothes is required in a retail job like this and you have it!! you do!!!!
you’d know more if only there were actual available resources for employees to know!!! nobody besides yoongi asks anyways
you’d know if you have time to yourself and aren’t working two jobs trying to make ends meet and tHEN you could pull up a book or something!!!
you’d know if your life is as lax as yoongi’s and could have the budget to buy new things for yourself every single week
“jin, i need to ask you something.”
he hums as called, looking at you briefly until you get on with it
“do you know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse?"
he shrugs casually while you're sitting inside one of the closed-off fitting rooms to catch a break, sharing a burger because the store’s packed-packed
why did you ask him? it’s too easy
“one's made by worms, and the other's a pokémon."
that,.,., could not possibly be righti* it brings you a laugh and you honestly don’t even try to correct him
it’s 11:15 and you kNOW it’s time to resume your shift, straightening your shirt because atleast one (1) person would hound you when they see a familiar red lanyard
oh you’re hounded alright
“hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second.”
yoongi????
oh
you haven’t seen him for a week and you don’t know what to feel in all honesty
"anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"
wow
you're quite speechless as he holds up the item
really?
this thing all over again???
why are you even surprised
the only thing that yoongi gets your customer service smile, fishing your hand from inside the sweater to show him
“70% wool."
that's it???
NO GOOD MORNING????
you're mad at him, aren't you?
he knew it :((
he knew something was wrong but he just didn’t know what
he’s gonna fix this!! he will
which is why the very next day, he takes the day off from his work and comes to the store at a time he knows you’d surely be there
you're on cashier duty and you like it actually :D
you have an option to sit and the way you’re just gonna scan pricetags (and occasionally enter the code if it doesn’t work) is really appealing
“good morning!"
you’re about to grab the items from the basket laid on the counter and your eyes could only see the very familiar hand
the same one you’ve seen go through racks and racks
yoongi??
he sets his items one by one, buying himself more time
the first one is the same exact sweater he came to wait for before opening
“you already bought this."
you tell him even before you could hold it back, looking back at him briefly before you scan the tag
“i know. i just wanted to see you."
oh
oh
yoongi threw a bunch of other items (individually) so it would be a longer talk, but you scan each item quickly that he’s grabbing things from the counter
hand sanitizer!!! hair ties!!! keychains!!!! yeah he needs them
“i'm sorry that i tend to spring shit on you most of the time. you don't need to know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse."
you only chuckle then, a meek smile on your face
"it's okay, yoongi.”
“it's not."
... it’s not?
yoongi fidgets, opening and closing his mouth like he’s nervous!!! he’s never had his credit card cancelled but he could only feel that this type of jitterness is more than the former
“can i make it up to you? no lanyards, no baskets, no customer service?? i don't wanna fuck things up with you."
“don't feel obligated-"
“i know i could be a condescending ass who expects people to automatically know fabric and whatnot, but i wanna make it up to you."
alright yoongi’s a really good apology-maker
you mIGHT be even flustered a little
“you're holding the line, yoongi.”
“i cleared my schedule."
“i haven’t!!!!!” - guy in the back
“dinner at my place at 8. i-i promise to make your hard-earned break after your shift worthwhile!!!"
hmmm
maybe that wouldn’t hurt
“okay. just because you're holding the line."
“fine by me."
:))
yoongi transfers all the items he bought, all but one, to his tote bag
he hands back the paper bag to you, scribbling his address on the back of the receipt before he does
he lingers a little while at the counter, the people behind him ALREADY switching lanes to the one seokjin’s just opened beside you
it's the sweater that he has too
yoongi scratches the back of his head, this time being the meek one
“what? m-matching sweaters for our first date. s'cute."
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basically, these posts are just a lot of ideas and things i had in my head after reading all the details people gave me about themselves. they might seem pretty hectic and a bit long, but i hope i did ok and i hope you like them !! there is a ship, there are hcs, and a little blurb about the ship at the end.
for the lovely @spchxy– thank you for the inspiration, ally !! <3
ship:
first of all, i feel super inclined to say that i think i’d ship you w todd. i’m not really sure why, but i can’t get that thought out of my head when reading all the details you shared about yourself (: you guys just seem like you’d be one of those cute, quiet couples that never needed to try hard to express how much you both cared for each other; you both just sort of knew and thoroughly enjoyed the other’s company.
hc:
somehow i feel you’d be able to bond with neil over cats ? like both of you would just adore them, and you’d even find a stray around campus that you would take turns feeding every night, sneaking something out of the dining hall.
charlie is either a complete morning person or he sleeps in til 12 (usually on weekends), but when he gets up at the crack of dawn just because, he’ll come bother you to come hang out with him on the grounds or something, which you’d only allow because he’d somehow sneak a mug of coffee for you from the kitchen.
you and charlie both had a habit of drinking way too much coffee during night study groups, which led to you two staying up into all hours of the night just talking or sneaking out and exploring the town around campus.
during your time at welton, you had successfully stolen at least one sweater from each of the boys, and they all noticed, but the only ones who ever mentioned it to you were knox and neil. todd noticed, too, but with his painfully obvious soft spot for you, he never minded.
you pretty much did charlie’s hw for him the entirety of senior year, as his senioritis had reached a level that not even meeks could pull him out of LOL
lots of movies w the poets and pitts had a huge stash of popcorn that you guys quickly depleted throughout the year (even warranting a trip to the grocery store to buy more halfway through the year lol).
if you were ever feeling bad, todd would want to be there for you, but he never really knew why, so he would just hang around you and lay with you (after asking you if that was okay, and confirming multiple times that it was ok [we love a gentleman]). you found that just fine, too. somehow just being in todd’s presence was enough to ease whatever mental or physical discomfort you were in.
on graduation day, neil gifted you his green sweater™ stating, “it has served its purpose for me for the past four years, and i know how much you love it” when you asked him if he was sure you could have it.
todd gifted you a handful of various russian books (that he had read and annotated previously just to have things to talk about with you (‘: ), and were very obviously wrapped by todd himself in newspaper. also got you a stationery set so you would write to him when you both were away at college (what’s funny is that you got him one, too, for the exact same reason, but you both were going to write anyway).
charlie made you both matching keychains that included a flashlight and compass (claiming that you’d need both when you decided to go on late night adventures in college). he also stole you one of the mugs from the kitchen to take with you to college (:
knox would give you the rest of his welton sweaters, as he decided he needed more room in his closet for his college merch, and he knew just how much you loved to take them anyway.
blurb:
as nice as the days around campus were, night was even better, and early mornings exceeded both. there was something about being the first one awake, or being able to take in the dawn’s silence fully; no bustling cars, no shouting students, just a pleasant lack of life’s general soundtrack. often, you would find yourself sitting up on the roof of welton before the clock even read 5:30a.m. with your copy of dr. zhivago (or whichever russian author whose book you had chosen to invest yourself in that week) and a plain mug of hot coffee from the cafeteria in tow, you would make your way up to the roof, always completely unsurprised upon finding todd up there as well.
it was your first year at welton after transferring from a different private school in vermont, but in your short time there so far, you had somehow been introduced to a painfully shy boy, todd anderson, who sat next to her in chemistry. on the first day of classes, todd had accidentally knocked your notebook off the desk by bumping into it on his way to sit down, which he almost immediately apologized for, stuttering the entire way through his sentiment. since then, however, after you'd sworn up and down that it wasn’t a big deal, they became pretty comfortable being seat buddies. as the weeks went on, and the air cooled slightly, you found todd talking to you more (or at least making an effort– sometimes he would just get too nervous or shy). apparently, as you had found out later, neil had been goading todd to talk to you for a really long time, and giving him tips. nothing was ever labeled or officially set that you two were dating, but it was pretty evident to everyone around you that you two shared a way more special bond than just chemistry deskmates. you two spent a lot of time together, filled with lots of literary talk, or just enjoying each other’s company while working on other things or, pretty often, you would also just sit in silence leaning into each other while hanging out with the other poets.
on this particular morning, though, todd just wanted your company, so he sat with you while you read (after a sleepy sounding “good morning, ally. y-you look cute in that sweater” [which was his bc you stole it]), admiring the way your eyes scanned the pages and how every once in a while you’d re-read a section a couple of times, marking it for future analysis (let’s be honest, he’d be completely enamored with you no matter the time of day or activity). when it got closer to 7a.m., he’d nudge you a little and you two would descend back to the dorms talking about the previous night, get ready for the day, and have breakfast together with the poets.
overall, you and todd would just be such a cute, pure couple enjoying the small things, drinking copious amounts of coffee and tea, sharing sweatshirts, discussing books, telling todd all about your love for cats, and creating a really nice communicative atmosphere in your relationship (:
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𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭
l y r i c s t a r t e r s
✽ long post ahead bc i have no self control !
✽ change pronouns / punctuation as needed .
✽ some lyrics are explicit.
✽ some themes are slightly darker.
✽ alteratively, send ♫ 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 to have a lyric automatically generated & said to your muse instead .
[ track 01 ] the 1
❛ I'm doing good! I'm on some new shit. ❜
❛ I thought I saw you at the bus stop. ❜
❛ I hit the ground running each night. ❜
❛ You know, the greatest films of all time were never made. ❜
❛ If you wanted me, you really should have showed. ❜
❛ If you never bleed, you're never gonna grow. ❜
❛ It's alright now. ❜
❛ We were something, don't you think so? ❜
❛ If my wishes came true, it would have been you. ❜
❛ In my defense — I have none for never leaving well enough alone. ❜
❛ It would have been fun if you would have been the one. ❜
❛ I had this dream you're doing cool shit, having adventures on your own. ❜
❛ We never painted by the numbers, baby. ❜
❛ We were making it count. ❜
❛ You know the greatest loves of all time are over now. ❜
❛ I guess you never know. ❜
❛ It's another day of waking up alone. ❜
❛ If one thing had been different, would everything be different today? ❜
❛ It would have been sweet if it could've been me. ❜
❛ In my defense, I have none for digging up the grave another time. ❜
[ track 02 ] cardigan
❛ When you are young, they assume you know nothing. ❜
❛ Baby, kiss it better. ❜
❛ I was your favorite. ❜
❛ A friend to all is a friend to none. ❜
❛ Chase two girls, lose the one. ❜
❛ To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed. ❜
❛ You drew stars around my scars and now I'm bleeding. ❜
❛ I knew you tried to change the ending. ❜
❛ I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss. ❜
❛ I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs. ❜
❛ I knew everything when I was young. ❜
❛ I knew I'd curse you for the longest time. ❜
❛ I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired, and you'd be standing in my front porch light. ❜
❛ I knew you'd come back to me. ❜
[ track 03 ] the last great american dynasty
❛ How did a middle-class divorcee do it? ❜
❛ The wedding was a charming, if a little gauche. ❜
❛ There's only so far new money goes. ❜
❛ Their parties were tasteful, if a little loud. ❜
❛ It must have been her fault his heart gave out. ❜
❛ There goes the last great American dynasty. ❜
❛ Who knows, if she never showed up, what could have been. ❜
❛ There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen. ❜
❛ They say she was seen on occasion, pacing the rocks, staring out the sea. ❜
❛ In a feud with her neighbor, she stole his dog and dyed it key lime green. ❜
❛ Fifty years is a long time. ❜
❛ Who knows, if I never showed up, what could've been. ❜
❛ I had a marvelous time ruining everything. ❜
❛ I had a marvelous time. ❜
[ track 04 ] exile
❛ I can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body. ❜
❛ I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending. ❜
❛ You're not my homeland anymore. ❜
❛ What am I defending now? ❜
❛ You were my town. Now I'm in exile, seeing you out. ❜
❛ I can see you staring, honey, like he's just your understudy, like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me. ❜
❛ You'd get your knuckles bloody for me. ❜
❛ Those eyes add insult to injury. ❜
❛ I'm not your problem anymore. ❜
❛ Who am I offending now? ❜
❛ You were my crown. Now I'm in exile, seeing you out. ❜
❛ I'm leaving out the side door. ❜
❛ There is no amount of crying I can do for you. ❜
❛ All this time, we always walked a very thin line. ❜
❛ You didn't even hear me out. ❜
❛ You never gave a warning sign. ❜
❛ I gave so many signs. ❜
❛ All this time, I never learned to read your mind. ❜
❛ I couldn't turn things around. ❜
❛ You never turned things around. ❜
❛ You didn't even see the signs. ❜
[ track 05 ] my tears ricochet
❛ If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too. ❜
❛ Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe — all the hell you gave me? ❜
❛ I loved you, I swear I loved you, until my dying day. ❜
❛ I didn't have it in myself to go with grace. ❜
❛ You're the hero flying around, saving face. ❜
❛ If I'm dead to you, why were you at the wake? ❜
❛ Look at how my tears ricochet. ❜
❛ We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean. ❜
❛ You know I didn't want to have to haunt you. ❜
❛ What a ghostly scene. ❜
❛ You used to tell me I was brave. ❜
❛ I can go anywhere I want. Anywhere I want, just not home. ❜
❛ You can aim for my heart — go for blood. ❜
❛ You would still miss me in your bones. ❜
❛ I still talk to you when I'm screaming at the sky. ❜
❛ You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same. ❜
❛ You turned into your worst fears. ❜
❛ You're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years. ❜
[ track 06 ] mirrorball
❛ I'll show you every version of yourself tonight. ❜
❛ When I break, it's a million pieces. ❜
❛ Hush. ❜
❛ You'll find me on my tallest tip-toes, spinning in my highest heels, love — shining just for you. ❜
❛ I know they said the end is near. ❜
❛ I can change everything about me to fit in. ❜
❛ You're not like the regulars. ❜
❛ I'm still on that tightrope. ❜
❛ I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me. ❜
❛ I'm still a believer, but I don't know why. ❜
❛ I've never been a natural. ❜
❛ All I do is try, try, try. ❜
❛ I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me. ❜
[ track 07 ] seven
❛ Please picture me in the trees. ❜
❛ I hit my peak at seven, feet in the swing over the creek. ❜
❛ I was too scared to jump in, but I was high in the sky. ❜
❛ Are there still beautiful things? ❜
❛ Cross your heart. ❜
❛ Though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you. ❜
❛ Love you to the moon and to Saturn. ❜
❛ The love lasts so long. ❜
❛ I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted. ❜
❛ Your dad is always mad. ❜
❛ I think you should come live with me. ❜
❛ We can be pirates! ❜
❛ You won't have to cry or hide in the closet. ❜
❛ Our love will be passed on. ❜
❛ I used to scream ferociously any time I wanted. ❜
❛ Pack your dolls and a sweater. ❜
[ track 08 ] august
❛ Salt air and the rust on your door — I never needed anything more. ❜
❛ I can see us lost in the memory. ❜
❛ August slipped away into a moment in time, because it was never mine. ❜
❛ I was see us twisted in bedsheets. ❜
❛ August sipped away like a bottle of wine, because you were never mine. ❜
❛ Will you call me when you're back at school? ❜
❛ I remember thinking I had you. ❜
❛ It was never mine. ❜
❛ You were never mine. ❜
❛ For me, it was enough to live for the hope of it all. ❜
❛ I canceled plans just in case you'd call. ❜
❛ Meet me behind the mall. ❜
❛ So much for summer love and saying "us". ❜
❛ You weren't mine to lose. ❜
❛ Do you remember? ❜
❛ Remember when I pulled up and said "Get in the car."
❛ I was living for the hope of it all. ❜
[ track 09 ] this is me trying
❛ I've been having a hard time adjusting. ❜
❛ I didn't know if you'd care if I came back. ❜
❛ I have a lot of regrets about that. ❜
❛ Maybe I don't quite know what to say. ❜
❛ I'm here in your doorway. ❜
❛ I just wanted you to know this is me trying. ❜
❛ I got wasted like all my potential. ❜
❛ My words shoot to kill when I'm mad. I have a lot of regrets about that. ❜
❛ I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere. ❜
❛ I ended up here, pouring my heart out to a stranger. ❜
❛ I didn't pour the whiskey. ❜
❛ At least I'm trying. ❜
❛ It's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound. ❜
❛ It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you. ❜
❛ You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town. ❜
[ track 10 ] illicit affairs
❛ Make sure nobody sees you leave. ❜
❛ Tell your friends you're out for a run. ❜
❛ You'll be flushed when you return. ❜
❛ Take the road less traveled by. ❜
❛ Tell yourself you can always stop. ❜
❛ What started in beautiful rooms, ends with meeting in parking lots. ❜
❛ That's the thing about illicit affairs — and clandestine meetings and longing stares. ❜
❛ It's born from just one single glance, but it dies and it dies and it dies a million little times. ❜
❛ You leave no trace behind. ❜
❛ Take the words for what they are — a dwindling mercurial high, a drug that only worked the first few hundred times. ❜
❛ They show their truth one single time, but they lie and they lie and they lie. A million little times. ❜
❛ Don't call me "kid". ❜
❛ Don't call me "baby". ❜
❛ Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me. ❜
❛ You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else. ❜
❛ Look at this idiotic fool that you made me. ❜
❛ You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else. ❜
❛ You know damn well, for you, I would ruin myself a million little times. ❜
[ track 11 ] invisible string
❛ I used to think I would meet somebody there. ❜
❛ Teal was the color of your shirt when you were sixteen at the yogurt shop. ❜
❛ Time, curious time. ❜
❛ Were there clues I didn't see? ❜
❛ Isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? ❜
❛ You ate at my favorite spot for dinner. ❜
❛ She said I looked like an American singer. ❜
❛ Time, mystical time — cutting me open, then healing me fine. ❜
❛ Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire. ❜
❛ One single thread of gold tied me to you. ❜
❛ Gold was the color of the leaves when you around Centennial Park. ❜
❛ Hell was the journey, but it brought me to heaven. ❜
❛ Time, wondrous time, gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies. ❜
❛ It's cool, baby, with me. ❜
[ track 12 ] mad woman
❛ What did you think I'd say to that? ❜
❛ Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? ❜
❛ They strike to kill, and you know I will. ❜
❛ What do you sing on your drive home? ❜
❛ Do you see my face in the neighbors lawn? ❜
❛ Fuck you forever. ❜
❛ Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy. ❜
❛ When you say I seem angry, I get more angry. ❜
❛ There's nothing like a mad woman. ❜
❛ What a shame she went mad. ❜
❛ No one likes a mad woman. You made her like that. ❜
❛ You'll poke that bear 'till her claws come out and you find something to wrap your noose around. ❜
❛ I breathe flames each time I talk. ❜
❛ They say "Move On," but you know I won't. ❜
❛ Women like hunting witches too, doing your dirtiest work for you. ❜
❛ It's obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together. ❜
❛ I'm taking my time. ❜
❛ You took everything from me. ❜
❛ She should be mad, should be scathing like me. ❜
[ track 13 ] epiphany
❛ I think he's bleeding out. ❜
❛ Some things you just can't speak about. ❜
❛ With you, I serve. With you, I fall down. ❜
❛ I think she's crashing out. ❜
❛ Only twenty minutes to sleep.
❛ You dream of some epiphany — just one single glimpse of relief. ❜
[ track 14 ] betty
❛ I won't make assumptions. ❜
❛ I think it's because of me. ❜
❛ One time, I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house. ❜
❛ It's like I couldn't breathe. ❜
❛ You heard the rumors. ❜
❛ You can't believe a word she says most times. But this time, it was true. ❜
❛ The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you. ❜
❛ If I just showed up at your party, would you have me? ❜
❛ Would you want me? ❜
❛ Would you tell me to go fuck myself? ❜
❛ In the garden, would you trust me if I told you it was a just a summer thing? ❜
❛ I'm only seventeen. I don't know anything. ❜
❛ I don't know anything, but I know I miss you. ❜
❛ I know where it all went wrong. ❜
❛ I was nowhere to be found. ❜
❛ I hate crowds. You know that. ❜
❛ I saw you dance with him. ❜
❛ I was walking home on broken cobblestones, just thinking of you.
❛ She pulled up like a figment of my worst intentions. ❜
❛ Get in. Let's drive. ❜
❛ I dreamt of you all summer long. ❜
❛ I planned it out for weeks now. ❜
❛ It's finally sinking in. ❜
❛ Right now is the last time. ❜
❛ I can dream about what happens when you can see my face again. ❜
❛ The only thing I wanna do is make it up to you. ❜
❛ Will you have me? ❜
❛ Will you love me? ❜
❛ Will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends? ❜
❛ If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it? ❜
❛ I don't know anything. ❜
[ track 15 ] peace
❛ Our coming-of-age has come and gone. ❜
❛ I never had the courage of my convictions, as long as danger is near. ❜
❛ It's just around the corner, darlin. ❜
❛ I could never give you peace. ❜
❛ I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm. ❜
❛ All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret. ❜
❛ The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me. ❜
❛ Would it be enough if I could never give you peace? ❜
❛ Your integrity makes me seem small. ❜
❛ I talk shit with my friends. It's like I'm wasting your honor. ❜
❛ Is it enough? ❜
❛ I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best. ❜
❛ The rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me. ❜
[ track 16 ] hoax
❛ This has broken me down. ❜
❛ This has frozen my ground. ❜
❛ Give me a reason. ❜
❛ Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in. ❜
❛ Don't want no other shade of blue, but you. ❜
❛ No other sadness in the world would do. ❜
❛ I am ash from your fire. ❜
❛ You know I left a part of me back in New York. ❜
❛ You knew the hero died, so what's the movie for? ❜
❛ You knew it still hurts underneath my scars. ❜
❛ You knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score? ❜
❛ It still hurts underneath my scars. ❜
❛ What you did was just as dark. ❜
❛ Darling, this was just as hard as when they pulled me apart. ❜
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this is probably me projecting, but i really like the idea of steve having some type of anxiety? and people don’t notice bc he’s so friendly and charismatic, it’s smth he’s struggled with from an early age, his parents just dismissing it. and it gets so much worse bc of what he went through, like beforehand he might not be able to make calls or talk with strangers/go to the doctor, but as it gets worse he struggles to leave the house or be alone in public places ;( (sry this is heavy vhndnd)
lmao lets project together
Under the cut for pretty heavy descriptions of anxiety.
Based on me bc when is it not when it comes to this boy :/
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Steve didn’t actually like parties.
Well, he was fine at them in his King Steve days, when he knew everyone, and everyone knew him.
He could go to any group and have people to talk to, and be fine.
But now, now people ignored him. And people didn’t care.
He would find himself standing alone in a crowded room, find himself against a wall with no one to talk to, no one to even look at without being weird.
He started feeling too aware of himself. too conscious of everything he was doing that was odd.
He checked his watch.
He’d been standing there for three minutes.
He finished his beer. Maybe getting drunk would help, make him feel less like everyone was staring at him. Make it easier for him to go up to someone, and just, talk.
He checked his watch.
One minute had passed.
He felt like his face was too tight, like his cheeks were on fire.
He set his beer down.
And raced off to the bathroom.
He locked himself in there, tugging his sweater off, running the cold water, splashing some on his face.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
“You are fine. You are fine.” He took a deep breath.
And went home.
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Pastrami sandwich with fries and an extra pickle to go. Pastrami sandwich with fries and an extra pickle to go. Pastrami sandwich with fries and an extra pickle to go.
Steve was standing third in line at the diner, practicing his order under his breath.
He had the right amount of money counted out. Knew just what to say.
Pastrami sandwich with fries and an extra pickle to go. Pastrami sandwich with fries and an extra pickle to go.
“Hi! What can I get for you today?” He smiled at the cashier.
“Could I please get uh, a, uh pastrami with fries and an extra pickle. To go, please.”
“And what’s the name on that?”
“Um, Steve?” His face burned.
The cashier smiled at him, didn’t pay any mind as she punched in the order.
“That’s 8.25.” He handed over the bills, crumbled in his hand, and a little wet from his clammy palms.
She gave him his 75 cents, and he fucking dropped it.
He scrambled to get the three quarters, but one was fucking rolling away.
“Oops! Sorry about that!” She giggled as Steve chased the quarter, snatching it up and shoving them in his pocket.
“That’s okay.” He retreated to the side, not making eye contact with anyone.
So fucking STUPID. Scrambling like that for a QUARTER. Must’ve looked like an IDIOT.
The extra pickle wasn’t in his order. He didn’t ask for it.
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It’s just school.
Steve was laying in bed. His alarm had gone off seven minutes ago.
First step: sit up.
He laid there.
Sit up.
He laid there.
C’mon, Steve. Just sit up. It’s easy.
He sat up.
Okay, good job, Steve. Now head to the bathroom.
He slid out of bed. He talked himself through his whole routine, congratulating himself as he went.
He drove to school, letting himself sit in the parking lot for as long as he could stand.
He hated being late. Pictured walking into class after it had begun, all those eyes on him, the teacher making some smartass comment.
He watched the clock on his dashboard.
He had two minutes.
Okay. Time for school.
He continued sitting.
If you don’t leave NOW you’re gonna be late.
And he hated being late.
He watched the minutes tick by.
He was late.
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Steve was halfway to the lunchroom when he realized he had no one to sit with.
He had Tommy had gotten in that fight, and Nancy was with Jonathan, and he didn’t have any fucking friends.
He thought for a moment about going and sitting with someone he didn’t know, maybe perching next to the band kids or the drama nerds.
He was stopped dead in the hallway.
The idea of just, just sitting, and introducing himself, made his stomach churn.
He continued walking, peeking into the cafeteria.
He had to buy his lunch, had to go through the line and pick everything to eat.
He looked at the long line, at Tommy and Carol already in it.
He made his way to the gym instead.
He sat on the bleachers by himself until lunch was over.
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He was at a party again.
He wasn’t sure why.
He fucking hates parties.
But Billy had asked him to come with him, so they drove out to the city, to go to a shitty frat party and Steve was miserable.
Billy made friends easy. Just walked up to someone and put on that easy charm, and that was that.
And so Steve would be left to his own devices, would be left to skirt along the walls and pretend he was anywhere else.
He couldn't just cling to Billy all night, Billy didn’t need a stupid little shadow to follow him all night.
“Hey.” He looked over, smiling at the girl leaning against the wall next to him.
“Hi.”
“I’m Lorraine.”
“Steve.”
“Where are you from?”
“Hawkins. It’s a small town. A few hours away.”
“Oh, cool.” They stood for a moment. Steve kicked himself.
He didn’t know how to keep talking, how to continue this.
“Um, where are you from?” She smiled weakly at him. Fucking idiot. Ask questions.
“I’m from Cincinnati. I got to school out here.”
“That’s cool. I applied to school here.” Stop making everything about you!
“You’re still in high school?”
“Yeah. Senior. Year. Senior year.” Why the FUCK did you say it like that. She smiled at him, nodding along. He took a swig of his beer.
“Well, nice talking to you, Steve.” She walked away. Steve thunked his head against the wall.
Can’t even have ONE fucking conversation without sounding like a fucking idiot. She thinks you’re stupid and everyone here thinks you’re stupid and-
“What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ in a place like this?” Billy was leaning over him, one arm braced on the wall over his head.
“Having the time of my life.” Billy pouted at him.
“You okay?” Steve gave him a little half smile.
“Just tired.”
“Let’s bounce, then.”
“No, you’re having fun. I don’t wanna ruin your night.”
“You’ve never ruined a damn thing. Let’s head out. We can do something fun. Something just the two of us.” Billy kissed his cheek.
But Steve was feeling too much, too much.
He followed Billy to the car, fidgeting with his hands the whole way back to Hawkins.
“What’s up, Baby?” Steve didn’t know what to say. How to say it.
He wanted to go home, and curl in his bed, and not be touched, not be spoken to for the rest of the night.
He felt like he was outside of his body, completely disconnected from his physicality.
“Hey, talk to me.”
“I don’t, I don’t know how.”
“What’s happening in your brain?”
“Nothing. Everything.”
“Help me understand you.”
“I don’t, is it okay if we don’t have sex tonight?”
“Of course that’s okay, Sweet Thing. We can just cuddle if you want.”
“Um, thank you.” You need to tell him you don’t want to cuddle. Just say it. Just tell him you don’t want that either.
“Something’s still wrong.”
“I, um, I don’t really wanna cuddle, either.” Billy was quiet.
“You know, you can say, if you’re mad at me.” His voice was hard, rough.
“I’m not mad, I promise. It’s, sometimes when I get all like this, I don’t really wanna be touched in anyway. I’m sorry. That’s selfish.”
“It’s not selfish. And that’s okay. You tell me when you do or don’t want touch. I know sometimes it makes you feel better.”
“It depends on which part of my brain is screaming. Sometimes touch is bad, and sometimes I just want a hug.”
“I love you, and I wanna do right by you.”
“I know, and thank you. Sometimes it’s hard to bring stuff up, though. It’s like my mouth just can’t make the words.”
“That’s alright. Is it easier if I ask you before, like to be clear?”
“Yes. That would be way easier.”
“Okay, then that’s what I’ll do. Easy.” He smiled over at Steve. Like it was easy.
Steve guesses maybe this was easy. This was something his mind didn’t need to spiral about.
And of course, it would anyway. When did his mind ever listen to him? But at the end of the day, Billy would be there with a nice smile, and a bright laugh, and a warm hug, or no hug at all.
And he’d never had anyone offer to help him like this, to take his needs into account, so maybe this could help.
He took a breath, smiling back at Billy.
#wow this really is a fucking vent piece#holy shit i kinda lost myself for a moment#i need to stop using fanfic as a diary#yikes projects everything they have ever felt onto poor steve#yikes writes#tw anxiety#steve harrington#billy hargrove#steve harrington x billy hargrove#billy hargrove x steve harrington#harringrove#harringrove fic#harringrove ficlet#harringrove drabble
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Dating the teddy beatles
Request: I just came back from reading your head cannons and I love them sm!!! Could you write some for what I’d be like dating each of the Teddyboy!Beatles?
A/n: How could I possibly ignore this!? ALSO THANK YOU THANK YOU @myukulelegentlyweeps @casafrass and @spaceyantique FOR HELPING ME THROUGH MY WRITER’S BLOCK <3
JOHN
so. john as a teddy boy.
let me tell you, i am VERY well educated on the subject
so we all know john has that very tough guy exterior
at first you were pretty intimidated by him and his friends
but when he first laid eyes on you
he just MELTED
he definitely went after you hardcore
he knew that you were perfect for him and he just needed you in his life
when you guys first got together, he never really let you see his soft side
but one day he had just had a really bad day
and he didnt know who else to go to so he went to you
he just completely let down his walls and you saw the real him.
he just wraps those arms around you and just lets it all out
and you stroke his hair and kiss his cheeck and whisper that you love him
afterwards he gets kinda embarassed but you just remind him that you love him- all of him
anyway enough with the sad parts
john DIES when you wear his leather jacket. like DIES
he wants everyone to know that you’re HIS girl
he’s always touching you- holding your hand, sitting you on his lap, arm around your shoulders
he kinda just needs reassurance that youre gonna be there for him no matter what
he always calls you “birdie”, “little girl”
so when he calls you by your actual name
he says it so tenderly and jsut with so much love in his eyes
Ok also a plus
Mimi LOVES YOU
SHes always inviting you around which makes you feel like part of the family
Anyway, John loves your alone time together
AND CUDDLING
he likes playing guitar for you
not just his rock and roll songs, but love songs hes written
songs he’d never show anyone else
and he’s so gentle and soft and his sweet little voice-
AH
PAUL
so paul still never really wrapped his brain around the fact that you loved him back
like he just could not believe his luck
youre always reassuring him that you love him
and that you’re his: “Paul, you know I’m already your girlfriend, right?”
and when you tell him you love him, he gets all red and blushy and smiles from ear to ear
he always flirts with you and is the cheekiest little bastard
he makes many a dirty joke that make you chuckle but blush at the same time
but anyway just imagine the most romantic boy in the whole world
even though some of the boys make fun of him for being so open and vulnerable with you, he couldn’t imagine your relationship any other way
you guys are always fantasizing about when you will just run away together, to a little farm in the country
paul is mature beyond his years with you
of course when he hangs out with the other boys hes an absolute crackhead but boys will be boys
his favorite activity is kissing you and beware he will do it as often as possible
ANYTIME, ANYWHERE
also, expect tons of little gifts
when you wear a pair of earrings he's bought for you, or a little necklace with both your initials
i mean- you know what this boy’s gonna do
he always brings you around with him wherever he goes
especially band practice
bc he just loves showing you off
but if any of the other boys start getting a little too close to u
they better watch out if u know what i mean
but Paul really is just the absolute best boyfriend we all know the deal
GEORGE
alright so lets establish the fact that teddy Geo is BABEY
also #boyf
continuing on
so our lil Georgie just fell head over heels for you the second he saw you
we was just a nervous mess around you
the boys literally had to ask you out for him because he was so nervous
but you guys absolutely hit it off and became INSPEREABLE
you do everything together
going to the diner for breakfast, going to every concert together,
you’re at each others houses 24/7, too
you always steal geo’s clothes and wear them
tshirts, sweaters, jackets (leather jacket too), basically anything of his you have worn at some point
he loves when you wear his clothes and thinks you look absolutely beautiful
so we all know Geo could look very scary with his like
fangs
and his big ol’ cheekbones
but damn is this boy a cuddlebug
he wants to be cuddling/hugging all the time
of course as the youngest of all 4 boys geo wants to seem like a tough guy
like he can fit in with the others, or he’s just as “man”
but when the two of you are alone, all he wants is for you to take care of him
you love playing with the hair at the nape of his neck while he cuddles you
also, since you go to all of his concerts and shows, they go on pretty late and you can get tired
so George always brings you around to his place and gives you his stuff to wear, and he takes such good care of you
even gently brushing your hair and getting you ready for bed
you both fall asleep with your arms wrapped around each other
george thinks you’re absolutely beautiful just wearing any old outfit, no makeup on
but when you dress up
this boy freaks the freak out
he can’t stop staring at you just in awe
he gets all smiley and blushy
and he smiles with those lil fangs
babey
RINGO
So teddy Ringo was quite intimidating looking
Like even the boys were afraid of him at first when the first met him
But I can imagine the first time you two talked, you both just immediately fell for each other
And you saw he was the absolute sweetest boy ever
FIRST OF ALL RINGOS LITTLE STUBBLE/BEARD THING IS SO HAWT
Anyway now that I got that off my chest
Ringo is so sweet and thoughtful
He loves calling you little nicknames like “honey” or “darling”
Like John, he always wants you in his arms
Literally at all times
He also is always giving you behind-the-back hugs, playing with your hair, kissing your knuckles
Always needing to show you how much he loves you
He loves when you come to band practice and sit on his lap when he plays the drums
He feels like a freaking winner of life
Another thing
He is so so proud that you chose HIM, of all people
He’s constantly reminding people that your “his bird”
Like to everyone
The boy loves you insane amounts
Sometimes you steal his rings and wear them around, and he literally smiles from ear to ear when he notices
You try to get Ringo to stop smoking
And it’s really hard for him but he knows he has to do it, for you
He really just wants you to be proud of him
And whenever you tell him, “good job, baby!” He just GLOWS
Also ometimes, when you guys are lying together on his bed after a show, he tells you about his dreams for the future
And how he wants you there by his side through it all
“I couldn’t imagine life without ‘ya, honey,” he says, kissing the top of your head as you doze off together
Ok let me live out my fantasies ok
Anyway I’m in love with teddy Ringo and thats period Pooh
#Beatles headcannons#teddy boy beatles#beatle x reader fluff#beatle x reader headcannons#teddy John lennon#teddy Paul mccartney#teddy ringo starr#teddy George Harrison#beatle x john lennon#beatle x George Harrison#beatle x ringo starr#beatle x paul Mccartney#1950s#1960s#headcannon#beatles hc#beatle x reader hc
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sweater how tf are you shifting ive been trying since sept and i’m so over it at this point 😐
NOTHINGS WORKED I GOT CLOSE ONCE IN SEPT AND THAT WAS THE LAST TIME
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Okay so idk if you’ve seen any of my previous posts but I haven’t fully shifted for an extended amount of time yet. :( I also got really really close ONE TIME when I first started (the very first time was dumb luck COMPLETELY. I ended up in sleep paralysis/the in between and heard breathing that didn’t belong to me or the person sleeping next to me), but if I’m being completely honest, it’s really hard for me to ground myself and be fully in the moment/aware of where I am as well as to focus my thoughts and mindset. I have racing thoughts, and so when I try to lie down and empty my head, they just keep coming and don’t stop, and most of them are intrusive so like...idk. It’s frustrating for sure.
I’m 99% sure I accidentally shifted exactly one time, and it was for like a whole minute or half of a minute haha. I ended up in Fairy Tail and the reason I believe I shifted is because it looked extremely hyper-realistic and vivid. It could have been a lucid dream tho- I’m not for sure either way. During my experience, I got put under some gravity magic or something of the sort and I was pinned to the ground with Natsu and Erza and Gray, so I couldn’t move at all- which makes me question if I really shifted or if it was just a lucid dream where I may have been in control for a bit.
I feel your pain though, I get worked up over it and give myself so much anxiety and grief over what I’m doing wrong, what I’m doing right, and I just cannot let it go for some reason! And that stuff I can work through, eventually...I just have to give myself time. I hate that I overanalyze everything lol. Also...patience is a virtue, and I lost it over time. :( Meditating is hard for me now most times; it gets better with more practice but calming the mind is never an easy feat. >:(
This isn’t important in the long run, but I’ve been trying since like...oh, I think whenever it started showing up on tinktank? The earliest screenshots I could find of script formatting and stuff related to shifting is dated for February in my phone, so it must have been around Jan/Feb when I started trying to shift.
All this to say that I totally understand any frustrations you have and I haven’t gotten to experience it yet either. Sometimes I doubt whether it’s real or not but I just think that...there wouldn’t be so many people talking about it if it wasn’t. Like, there’s no way that it could be an inside joke when so many people have had experiences with it. I’ve seen people cry over it, I’ve seen genuine happiness in their eyes, and that has to be real, right?
I want my big dumb brain to believe. I want to enjoy life. I want to go experience other realities too! I’m wishing you the best on your own journey and if you ever want to come tell me stories related to shifting or talk about shifting in general, you can always drop me an ask! This is a safe space for ages 18+ shifters, especially bc I don’t see many adults trying to shift! I’m all ears lol!
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