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Incubus Boyfriend

A commission for @watch-your-grammer who wanted an incubus with an asexual MC. I hope you guys enjoy because I LOVE this story.

   Virgins are hard to find but they certainly aren’t rare, let me just start off by saying that. I’ve seen my fair share of movies and shit and I see people going on and on saying “we need a virgin sacrifice but they’re so hard to find.” Obviously, they aren’t looking hard enough. Virgins don’t look like anything, they don’t really smell like anything either. I don’t like them because they taste better or some shit. I like virgins best because I enjoy the challenge. I love to see the looks in their eyes when they realize who and what I am. I like to see them waver between fear and indecision. Their indecision turning to fantasy and the fantasy waver to reality. Seeing their internal struggle and their desire mix is what I love the most.

   Why do people hunt in these modern times anyways? Is it because they have to or because they enjoy it? Well, for me, the hunt is my favorite part. It flavors the meal and seasons life, what is better than a thrill?

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Jon Bernthal (1976.09.20.) | Filmography

Remember I did this last year? So, I revisited it and made gifs for Jon’s Birthday.

MOSQUITO: Bzzheheyehhehe yeah totally.

MOSQUITO: (toolshed was a super mega goth at one point. i’m whispering this because he’s right in front of me.)

MOSQUITO: (bzzzt)

MOSQUITO: It was kind of depressing, honestly.

MOSQUITO: He was all mopey all the time. Over a chick!

MOSQUITO: Over a chick he’s hooked back up with like a bajillion times!

MOSQUITO: It was dumb he’d ruin our recess like every day because he was such a downer.

MOSQUITO: But also he looked dumb like the other goths so it was pretty funny at the same time.

MOSQUITO: Oh, I think Professor Chaos went through some kind of phase, too?

MOSQUITO: I mean I saw, through super hero sources. It’s not like he’s my friend or anything haha buzz buzz.

MOSQUITO: He looked cooler than Toolshed, in my opinion.

MOSQUITO: He was a whole part of that vampire craze when it got really popular at school.

MOSQUITO: Vampires are goths right?

MOSQUITO: I remember there being an assembly about that, but I wasn’t paying attention.

MOSQUITO: I think that’s what they said.

MOSQUITO: …I almost dressed up as a vamp kid during that time, actually.

MOSQUITO: I heard that chicks really dug the look.

MOSQUITO: But apparently dying your hair some stupid color was basically a requirement and my mom wouldn’t let me do that.

MOSQUITO: Anyways.

MOSQUITO: …Hmm, now that I think about it, actually…

MOSQUITO: Toolshed and Chaos both have blue eyes.

MOSQUITO: Do you think if you have blue eyes, that guarantees you’ll go through a goth phase at some point?

MOSQUITO: I think I’m onto some super cool mystery solving here.

MOSQUITO: Wonder Tweek has blue eyes, too.

MOSQUITO: Do any of my other friends have blue eyes…?

MOSQUITO: Hmm, zzzt…

MOSQUITO: I wonder what Wonder Tweek would look like as a goth.

MOSQUITO: Oh dude, knowing Super Craig, he’d probably be down for that look. 

MOSQUITO: Wonder Tweek drinks a lot of coffee, and whenever I see the goth kids they’re always drinking some too.

MOSQUITO: They’re all so calm though. I don’t think I can picture Wonder Tweek being that calm. (especially right now haha bzzt someone save me)

MOSQUITO: Also I think I’d be more terrified of him if he dressed like a goth, too.

MOSQUITO: Unless he dressed more like Super Craig.

MOSQUITO: I feel like Super Craig’s basically in a constant state of mild goth.

MOSQUITO: Maybe if he took off his hat and put like, black eyeshadow on or something, he’d be that pure, unadulterated goth product.

MOSQUITO: Is that what Wonder Tweek digs? Is he into that?

MOSQUITO: Hmm.

MOSQUITO:

MOSQUITO: Bzzoh man, I’m rambling.

MOSQUITO: I don’t know anybody else that went through a goth phase, though. Sorry.

Imagine Brendon letting it slip you, his wife, are pregnant with your first child during an interview.

Originally posted by deathsinmusicalbachelors

“So Brendon-” Ellen spoke, pausing for just a minute until the audience stopped cheering and clapping “Brendon, it’s amazing to have you here once more!”

“It’s great to be here again, it’s been a while.” he said with a smile and nod of his head.

“And, if you could tell us, what has been happening in your life all this time? Or more like how is your life after the death of a bachelor, pun intended.” she said with a chuckle and Brendon laughed along with the audience.

“Oh same as ever, absolutely amazing!” he grinned widely “(Y/n) and I have been taking some time to ourselves, went on vacation and remembered the good old times during our first dates.”

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What I’ve learned in 2017

1. Burning bridges is not a bad thing. 
Because burning bridges saves you. It saves you from running back to toxic people and it protects you against them running after you. If they have no path to get to you, chances are, they are too lazy to create one. Or at least not bothered enough.

 Burn the bridges you need to. It’s not a destructive habit. Sometimes, it’s the most constructive burning you will ever do. 

2. Decisions are daunting but they are not final. 
If you decide to opt for A instead of B, you may not always be able to go back to B in case you realize you have made the wrong decision BUT you can always research on options C, D, E and more. You can change the course of your life at any time you wish. Regretting is not productive, discovering a new path definitely is. 

3. People will think what they want to. No matter what you say, no matter what you do, they will think as they please. 

‘You know what is harder than getting someone to put their money in your wallet? Forcing your thoughts in their head.’ -Pinocchio (Kdrama)

So why would you want to waste all that time and effort? Leave them alone with their thoughts as they may be and continue to do what brings peace to you. 

4. We tend to inflate things in our head. When we are thinking of all the possibilities of certain choices, actions and situations, we tend to inflate the bad, the unwanted, the scary possibilities in our head. This makes us anxious and stressed more than is needed. That makes us want to back out of things, run away, not get out of bed. But in reality, even the worst possible outcome is not half as bad as we make it out to be in our head.

Just show up. 

That’s when you will realize that the universe isn’t against you. That life isn’t that hard. That people aren’t that intimidating or superior (skills, knowledge, beauty, etc). That everyone is just as nervous and anxious and unsure. Of course, they are better in containing that. But that’s not always a good thing anyway. 

5. People say things about us. Good and bad. But we can’t base our decisions on that. And we can’t base our opinion of ourselves on that. Why? Because what people say isn’t reliable and what people say isn’t constant and what they say definitely isn’t so much about us as it is about them. We can’t let a compliment make our day because if we give the words of others that kind of power, a rude remark can also completely ruin our day. And sadly, the latter is usually more in abundance than genuine compliments. 

6. People change. But so do you. And maybe it is harder to accept the changes in yourself than it is to accept them in others. I used to be a night person. I wouldn’t go to bed before 5 am. My sleep cycle was this messed up for 5 years. But that changed this year. However, I found it so hard to stop describing myself as a night owl when I met new people even though now I was going to bed by midnight. It is so important to accept the changes in yourself and to use correct language. 

I used to be someone who would binge eat. 
I used to be someone who would send long, emotional texts at 4 am to people who abandoned me. 
I used to be someone who would give people more chances than they deserved. 
Used to. 

7. People at work don’t give a shit about your emotions. Or your anxiety. You need to better take care of yourself. You need to be better composed. Being an emotional mess is usually okay. But not at work. Anywhere but at work. 

8. Some people know what they want to do in their life right from school. They are very clear about what they want and what they have to do in order to get it. And they do exactly that. 

But then there are those like you who don’t have a very solid idea of what your life should look like in terms of your career or life in general. It is scary. It is very overwhelming. And it is super confusing. But you will figure it out. 

Just like you figured out how to be able to breathe after having your lungs crushed along with your heart or when you should say no or that time when you refrained from saying anything at all because you realized it wouldn’t change a thing.

You will get this. It isn’t a race. And there should be no comparisons. 

9. A very wise person coined ‘health is wealth’ because it is one of the truest things I’ve heard since I was little. Most other things were just sexist or racist. But this. THIS IS SO TRUE. It may be hard to realize now, being young and all. Right now your body may be able to take everything you throw at it. But just like everything else, this will not last. Physical exercise and eating right are essentials. There is no easy way and there are no pills. Your body very well understands the concept of ‘you will get what you give’. Treat it wisely. 

10. Needs vs Wants.
What would you like to hear? That you have won a world tour or you have a brain tumour? I think I know your answer. But were this not a hypothetical situation, you would benefit from hearing what you don’t want to hear rather than hearing what you want to. Had you only got the news of the world tour and not the required diagnosis, your health would further deteriorate.

That’s the difference between a want and a need. Most times, a need is essential to survival. Know the difference. Make that choice which though hard in the present, will be super beneficial in the long term. 

11. Globalization includes more than just a few countries. I think this was an obvious one, but for some reason it took me watching Korean TV shows this year to realize that all countries in the world have a beautiful culture and so much to offer and it would be really fun to know more about different countries than to be fixated on just my own and a few others. 

12. The healing time for different people is different. So it may hurt to see her make new friends and party while you are all alone, but you will get there too. It may just take a little longer. And that’s okay. 

13. Skills are super important. I mean, if somehow you ended up in like the 16th century, how would your knowledge and skills help the then world in advancement? This realization made me feel really lacking. But I won’t be sitting here and cribbing. I already have a list of things I want to learn in 2018. They might not necessarily help the hypothetical situation of being in the 16th century, but they will definitely add to me as a person. 

14. Take your time. 
Take your time to reply back to that text. 
Take your time to give an answer. 
Take your time to be ready. 
Don’t overwhelm yourself with the expectations of others. Because maybe they don’t care as much about you replying back as much as you’re getting anxious about not having replied yet. 

15. Show. Don’t tell.
 Don’t share your plan or goal with others. I mean, sure, maybe with one or two super close people, but don’t go ahead yelling it on the microphone (or well social media) every time you get a new idea or make a new choice because people have a way of fucking it up. Intentionally or otherwise. Even if you want to tell them, at least don’t hand them the blueprint.

 It is always nice to share once you’ve achieved your goal than to tell everyone when you are yet to start with the execution. It’s better that they see what you’ve achieved or done rather you telling them before it has even materialized.

16. Don’t sympathize with people too much. Especially not if you start feeling guilty about not having as many problems as them. Because most times, if you sympathize THAT much, you tend to alter your life to make theirs better and chances are, their life isn’t as bad as they make it to be. So you end up giving up on things for them and later realize that that wasn’t quite needed. Not that they are intentionally trying to make things seem worse than they are, just that maybe you feel every word of what they say deeply. In any case, you don’t have to feel guilty about having a better life. 

17. Happiness and satisfaction are two different things. And what you want to aim for is satisfaction. Because happiness is getting a new phone or getting a good morning text from someone you like. It is external. It is short lived. It will never be enough. Satisfaction is internal, it isn’t attached to materialistic things and it isn’t tied to other people. Satisfaction is working hard on a project and learning a lot. It is learning a new skill. It is making a choice trusting your instinct. It is living your life in a way that lets you sleep well at night and have a light heart.

2017 was quick. But 2017 was healing. It was realizing that after all the damage done in 2016, I can still be okay. And that throughout my life, I will fluctuate in my ‘okay-ness’ and that’s completely okay.

Formerly Fit

Trigger Warning:

Non-consensual sex is a key element of this story and may be triggering for those who have survived sexual abuse.


Kent Worthwood was the most popular guy in high school, a total bully, and secretly a fag. I had the great luck of not only being Kent’s favorite victim, but also the illustrious role as his cum dumpster. He was a junior when I was a freshman, and I was the perfect target for him to unleash a constant slew of attacks stemming from his own internalized homophobia. He made my life a living hell for the two years we were in school together. He immediately noticed I was gay and disseminated this information to our entire conservative high school. He would push me around in the hallways, vandalize my car, and made sure everyone else followed suit.

Things got worse one night at a Homecoming after party. Everyone was drunk on cheap beer and as I was about to call a taxi home, Kent locked me in the bathroom and forced me to give him a blow job. He was much stronger than me and I was afraid that if I didn’t comply he’d beat me up worse than ever. Despite feeling afraid and violated I was also kind of turned on. I constantly feel guilty for the fact that to this day I still jerk off thinking about that night. After the blow job he said no one would believe me about what happened and that if I tried to go to my parents or the cops he would ruin me. I had no other option but to stay silent. Unfortunately, this one-off incident became a regular activity. By the time Kent graduated we had a solid routine. He would text me that he needed my mouth, and I would go over to his house. Each time he would be spread legged on the couch in the same position, surrounded by a cloud of pot smoke. I’d pull his basketball shorts down from his toned varsity track star waist and suck his cock until he came. Then I would leave. And no one would know.

I felt mixed emotions once he graduated and left town. On one hand, I was relieved. On the other, I missed his smell, the taste of his thick uncut cock, and that hazy room stinking of marijuana. I knew I had succumbed to Stockholm syndrome and that I was better off with him out of my life. Still, memories of that time would occasionally sprout up and send me into a masturbatory spiral of self-loathing.

I moved to New York City after I graduated to study graphic design. I finally got to spread my wings and date a variety of men who treated me with dignity and respect. I had new sexual experiences that made the memories of those strange high school years begin to fade. However, once I traveled home for the holidays they all came flooding back. It was a surreal experience returning to my hometown after living on my own for a whole year, but I figured that was part of growing up.

I was out shopping with my mom when I received a text message from an unknown number. It read: “Hey, this is Kent Worthwood from high school. I’d like to see you again if you’re in town. I live in the same house as before.”

My head began to spin. There was no way this was happening. I wanted to resist his beckoning but I was also intensely curious. Why had he moved back to town? What did he look like now? Was he following his dream of running in the olympics? Why was he still interested in me? Would his cock taste as good as in my fantasies? I asked my mom if I could go out after dinner that evening and she agreed. I texted Kent back and he seemed pretty excited that I would be stopping by. His language was so kind that I became suspicious and was struck with the fear that I may be walking into a trap. I knew I had to be cautious, but my curiosity was piqued and there was no way I could pass up this opportunity.

After dinner I took a shower and drove over to Kent’s house. I always found it strange that his parents were never around when I was there. I found it even more bizarre that he had moved back. I parked in front of the house and took a deep breath. I was unsure of what I’d be walking into and had even brought a pocket knife just in case. From my car I texted Kent that I had arrived and he replied that the door was unlocked. I slowly walked up to the front door, took one last deep breath, and turned the knob.

It felt like I was stepping back in time as I walked inside. The living room was so clouded with marijuana smoke that I could barely see. I could discern that the TV was on and playing Beavis and Butthead and that all of the furniture looked the same as it always had. I could faintly discern a figure sitting on the couch, spread legged, and exhaling a puff of smoke from a bong. I stepped closer and was utterly confused.

“Kent?”

“Hey, cutie. It’s been awhile.”

I was completely floored. Kent was barely recognizable. He had to have gained over a hundred pounds since I saw him last. His track star physique was long gone. From what I could tell he was sitting at about three hundred and fifty pounds. A giant beer belly filled his lap and poured into the space between thighs that were thick as tree trunks. Buoyant manboobs rested atop the mountain of fat protruding from his torso. His once chiseled features and square jaw had softened underneath chubby cheeks, scruff, and a prodigious double chin. His hair had grown long and was tied up in a disheveled man bun. Unless I was mistaken, he was wearing a pair of old basketball shorts from when we were in high school. The cellulite on his thighs filled the legs of the shorts completely. His T-shirt was similarly tight and left nothing to the imagination. It was also covered with food stains that traced the curve of his mountainous gut. Overall, it looked like Kent Wentworth had become something of a fat slob— a far cry from his high school days.

“I… You… look so different.”

“I know. Thanks for not calling me fat. I injured my leg in college and discovered that you can’t eat the way I do unless you’re running several miles a day. Who knew!” He chuckled.

“Yeah, uh… who knew.”

I didn’t know how to behave. I was used to him slinging insults and homophobic remarks at me. The last thing I expected was small talk.

“Hey, you wanna hit the bong?”

“I think I’m okay.”

“I won’t pressure ya!”

I nodded awkwardly. What was I supposed to say?

“I wanna apologize,” he said. “I bullied you a lot for being gay and I really regret that. I was under a lot of pressure from my dad to do well in sports and I was having a hard time reckoning with my own feelings… gay feelings, ya know. Especially with you. I was so attracted to you man, I mean fuck… but I guess you knew that.”

I tried to hide my fiery indignation. No, I didn’t know he felt that way. I thought he hated me and thought I was garbage. I was nothing more than a warm mouth for his bitter come. Although brimming with outrage and insecurity, I was still speechless and incapable of forcing words from my mouth. I simply shrugged.

“Anyway,” Kent continued, ”I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, Javi. Those were some good times we had, and I was wondering if you might wanna do what we did back then?”

I was angry and wanted to spit in his face and tell him how miserable he made me. I wanted to shout that I still have trauma from what he did. But being in that room was fucking with my head. My dick was already starting to get hard and I think I was getting a contact high. I stepped closer and noticed that a pizza box sat next to him on the couch. All the slices were gone except for one that had a few bites taken out of it. I walked closer until I was inches from the couch. I gazed at the changes his body had taken on. It was unbelievable the weight he had gained. Part of me was repulsed but as I stepped closer I could smell his intoxicating B.O. Without second thought I dropped to my knees.

“Yeah, that’s right. You missed this huge cock, huh you little faggot?”

I nodded in agreeance and began to tug at his shorts. I had to slide my fingers in between the fabric and his hairy dimpled thighs and was surprised to discover how supple and cushioned his legs felt. I don’t think I had ever touched someone so fat until that moment. Without standing up he lifted his waist up off the couch to allow me to pull his shorts off. The maneuver forced his chin deeper into his neck fat, making his face look like modeled pastry dough. It also made his T-Shirt ride up and reveal a furry belly covered in blazing red stretch marks. I yanked the shorts from his body and he plopped back down, causing his belly to bounce like a water balloon and the couch to creak as though it were on the verge of collapse.

His cock was already hard, but appeared much smaller than it had four years ago due to all the chub surrounding it. When we were in high school his erection would slap against his toned abdomen and point straight towards his face. Now his gargantuan belly pushed it forward, causing it to point directly at me. I put it in my mouth but soon realized I couldn’t create much friction with all the fat in my way. I pushed my mouth as deep as it could go, allowing my face to be encompassed by his belly, thighs, and FUPA. The familiar smell of his body caused my erection to quiver. He definitely had become smellier with all the extra weight on his frame. It was the same smell he had before, only intensified.

I realized my old cock sucking method was no longer effective for an overweight guy. To remedy this I lifted his belly up with both my hands so that I could better wrap my mouth around his member. When I did this I discovered how truly large his FUPA was. It was so big that his overgrown bush looked quaint in comparison to the stretch marks laying underneath it. I began to get to work, bobbing my head up and down as I held up his belly. My arms were beginning to grow tired so I sat back for a break. I noticed that he was chewing on the remaining slice of pizza while I sucked and I was surprised at this blatant gluttony. He seemed unashamed. After swallowing the pizza down he let out a large belch that smelled like Mountain Dew and cheese.

“No one sucks my cock like you, man. Fuck. Play with my nipples too.”

He lifted his belly so that I could slurp on his boner with ease while also diddling his man tits. They were soft like a woman’s, but also covered in hair. He began to moan louder and louder and I could tell that he was close to orgasm. His body began to tremble, sending his fat into a jiggling frenzy. He dropped his belly on my face with an audible plop and brushed my hands from his tits so he could take over. He pushed my head down with one hand as he began to pump his jizz down my throat. I couldn’t see because my face was obscured by all of his extra weight, causing my other senses to heighten. I could smell the distinct odor of the unwashed crease between his FUPA and belly, feel his sticky unwashed skin stuck to my face while soft fat bounced around it, and feel the come coursing through his cock and exploding into the back of my throat.

I peeled my face away when he was finished and we made awkward eye contact. He never used to look me in the eyes.

“Hey, you wanna stick around for pizza and a movie? I’ll make it worth your while?”

I declined and drove home. The house was dark and my parents were in bed. I stripped off my clothes and laid down. My cock was still hard as a rock from what had just transpired. I opened up my laptop and googled: “chubby gay porn.”

Nonny had requested a short piece related to the guitar, which could be angsty, romantic, funny, or basically anything XD so here it goes (as usual it’s not great, it’s more like a sketch, but well…)


He Tian doesn’t delude himself: he knows the chances that Mo Guanshan will thank him for the gesture are close to zero, and that’s because there isn’t anything less than that. But he’s learned to look for those microexpressions that Guanshan occasionally lets show. His scowl, for instance, is different when Mo sees him and when He Tian touches him. So is the inflection in his voice when he screams at him. When he’s actually furious, there’s a little growl that gets mingled with the words he spits out. When he’s just embarrassed, the screaming is louder and there’s some kind of trembling that matches his clenched fists. So he’s confident that when the time comes, he’ll be able to get how Mo feels.

He Tian grins as he’s attacked by a barrage of questions (“Is it for you?” “Will it be this person’s first guitar?” “What is your budget?”). He deflects them by pointing to the guitar on display and producing a fat wallet from his pocket. By the twinkle in the salesperson’s eyes, he knows that he’s secured the guitar.

The tricky thing, however, is when to give it to Mo. After the sauce incident turned saucy, he doubts Guanshan will go to his place any time soon. Maybe if he kidnapped his mom… No, that would be wrong. What about organizing a world sandwich exhibition in his apartment and sending him a formal invitation? No way in hell. At school, in front of everyone? He rubs the back of his neck as he tries to contain a smirk. That would send him right through the roof. He can’t help but laugh at the thought of Little Mo going so red in the face, hissing like a pissed-off cat.     

It would be better to see him blushing for other things instead, wouldn’t it.

Eventually, he decides to go straight to Mo’s house. Mo’s got cleaning duty that day, so he won’t be home for a while yet. Fortunately, Mother Mo is home, so he sits with her for a cup of tea and they have a little chat.

“Please tell him that I hope he can make use of this old guitar. Since my uncle left it behind and I can’t play it, you’re doing me a favor by taking it off my hands. Also,” he slides an envelope across the table, “I’m sorry for ruining Guanshan’s clothes the other day. I hope this is enough to cover for any expenses.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t accept it!” his mother blushes as she waves her hands. “Besides, it wasn’t hard to remove—”

“You’re too kind, but I must insist.” He Tian gives her his charming-schoolboy smile and by the look in her face, he knows he’s won the battle. At least he’s scored a few points with her. The thought keeps him happy as he walks down the street towards the subway station. He stops to buy something to drink and checks the time. Mo’s probably home by now, or maybe not, since he hasn’t received any furious messages.

Walking down the steps to the platform, he tries to imagine Guanshan’s face. For some reason, He Tian pictures him biting his lower lip in frustration. Mo’s pout is a sight that always stirs something within him, so he feels slightly sorry that he won’t get to see—

“HE FUCKING TIAN!” The howl startles him, but he blinks the confusion away and looks up. Mo Guanshan is standing at the top of the stairs, panting; his face is flushed from running after him. He’s clenching the envelope in his right hand and the guitar case is hanging from his shoulder.

He Tian is aware that the train has arrived at the station and is only a few meters away from him. If he hurries and strides across the platform, he can get away with it and live another day. He turns to make a run for it, but Guanshan recklessly leaps down the steps, and He Tian’s brain tells him he’s going to fall and hurt himself if he does that. His legs seem to agree, so they refuse to move, and he waits.

Now Mo is standing right before him. The strap of the guitar case slides down his shoulder and he shoves it onto He Tian. “What the fuck is this?! Are you out of your mind?!”

“Compensation,” He Tian smirks. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Take it! I don’t need you to get it for me!” Guanshan yells. “Who do you think you are?! Who do you think I am?!”

He Tian rubs the part of the chest where the guitar poked him but he still refuses to take it. He tries to read Mo’s expression, so he simply gives Mo a quiet smile, looking for the right words. “Who do I think you are? I don’t know… But we’re getting to know each other, aren’t we?”

“What the… You’re fucking unbelievable,” Guanshan growls. “How dare you come to my place when I’m not there—”

“Oh, wait!” He Tian raises his eyebrows and flashes him a smile. “Is that your issue? That you weren’t there to—”

“As—As if, dickhead!” Mo spits out, cheeks bright red. “Stay away from my mom!”

“My, did she fall prey to my charms? I should have told her that the one I’m interested is—”

“Shut your hole!” Mo’s shrill voice is the perfect complement for the blushing that’s spreading down his neck, getting lost underneath his shirt. He grabs He Tian by the collar as if he were about to rough him up, but He Tian can see a hint of pain in his eyes.

Ah, that’s true. He’s forgotten the most important thing about this guy: his pride. Somewhere along the line He Tian has realized that Mo Guanshan is stupidly proud. He’s enjoyed teasing him, he always does, but lately it feels as if Mo’s discomfort were his own, perhaps after what happened at the restaurant. “You don’t need to be proud with me,” he wants to say, but he gets the feeling that Mo will sock him square in the face if he tells him that.

“If you hate it that much, then,” He Tian says almost gently, “take it as a farewell gift.” He sees Mo’s frozen stare and takes it as a sign that he’s actually paying attention to him. “After today, I won’t come near you anymore. So, take it.” It’s a lie, of course, but if that’s what he truly wants… He tilts his head and waits for Guanshan’s look of relief.

But Mo’s lips aren’t curving into a smile. In fact, they’re trembling as if he couldn’t help it. He Tian sees him clenching his jaw, but the more Guanshan tries to hold back, the more his body shivers.

When he speaks, his voice is brittle. “You… Why… Why do things always have to go according to your pace?”

He throws the envelope at He Tian’s face and it lands on the floor with a soft thud, but He Tian doesn’t pay attention to it. His eyes are entranced by Mo’s face, because he’s never looked this way before.

“Little Mo…” he begins to say, but before he knows it, Mo’s fist hits him in the cheek, not too hard but hard enough for the punch to sting a bit.

Asshole!” His voice is broken now, and his rage makes his whole body shake in a way he cannot control. “Fucker, why—” Mo rubs his eyes roughly with the back of his hand, leaving a red mark on his face. “I fucking hate your guts, you dickhead!” he shouts.

He Tian picks up the envelope and slips it into the guitar case. He glances around and notices that some people are watching them. He puts his hand on Mo’s arm and says softly, “Come with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Mo grumbles, but his body offers no resistance.

He Tian leads him to a secluded place. He waits in silence for Mo to calm down. He’s still muttering “asshole” and “jerk” and other things that He Tian’s grown immune to. “Shouldn’t you be happy to hear that from me?” he finally asks.

For the first time, Guanshan seems to think before he speaks. But when he opens his mouth, what comes out is, “I hate you.”

He Tian sighs. “Which is why I’m saying it should be better for you if we didn’t hang out… If I didn’t go near you anymore.”

Mo clenches his fists and He Tian gets ready to be punched again. But this time, Mo says, “You’re big-headed and irritating and meddling and evil, and since I met you, my life has been fucking hell.”

“You make me sound like a demon,” He Tian chuckles bitterly.

“You fucking are,” Mo Guanshan replies. “Everything you touch turns chaotic, and I can’t deal with it. The world starts spinning like mad when you’re around and it’s fucking annoying. I can’t take it.”

He Tian passes his tongue over his lower lip and swallows hard. “I didn’t think I affected you this much.” He waits, even though he knows that Guanshan’s reply might never come, because deep down he hopes.

Mo’s shoulders tense up. He doesn’t look at him; instead, his eyes are fixed on a spot of the floor where there’s a tiny crack, like the one in his voice when he finally says, “You do.”

In his mind, He Tian pushes Mo against the wall and slides his hands down his shirt and up his back. His tongue has to hold back as well, eager as it is to slip between Mo’s lips and taste him. But he remembers Mo’s reaction to their first kiss. His body and his brain don’t seem to agree on what to do, so he just stands there, frozen.

Meanwhile, Mo’s appears to have realized the weight of his words, because it commands his legs to move and take him out of there, but Mo has forgotten how to walk. He turns around and his feet falter, and the only thing keeping from falling down is He Tian’s hand.

“Aaah, I want to kiss you right now,” He Tian says, blissfully numb.

“Wha—! Don’t, you chicken duck! Dick! Jerk!” Mo manages to babble.

“But Little Mo, you can’t say that and not expect me to act…”

“This is what I said before!” Mo snaps. “It’s always about what you want, when you want it! What about me?!”

“Then you do it,” He Tian says, stepping forward and relaxing his grip on Mo’s arm. “You take the lead.” Before Mo complains, He Tian cannot resist one more dig at him. “Or what, are you that much of a coward?” He hopes that Mo’s outrage will become the excuse he needs, and he’s not disappointed.

A pair of warm, trembling hands grab him by the t-shirt and tug at him, bringing him forward. His lips get crushed against Mo’s in a rough way that suits him, because right now there’s this bubble inside him about to burst. He Tian can’t help but smile, and when Mo’s lips leave him, he leans forward and kisses him slowly. Their breathing becomes slightly heavier and it gets mingled. Mo is clinging to him, melting.

And for a moment, the world stops.


If you haven’t seen it yet, do check @bisho-s version of an amazing TianShan kiss. I swear, she’s a freaking 19 Days angel. Bless. 

1. Burning bridges is not a bad thing.
Because burning bridges saves you. It saves you from running back to toxic people and it protects you against them running after you. If they have no path to get to you, chances are, they are too lazy to create one. Or at least not bothered enough.


Burn the bridges you need to. It’s not a destructive habit. Sometimes, it’s the most constructive burning you will ever do.


2. Decisions are daunting but they are not final.
If you decide to opt for A instead of B, you may not always be able to go back to B in case you realize you have made the wrong decision BUT you can always research on options C, D, E and more. You can change the course of your life at any time you wish. Regretting is not productive, discovering a new path definitely is.


3. People will think what they want to. No matter what you say, no matter what you do, they will think as they please.


‘You know what is harder than getting someone to put their money in your wallet? Forcing your thoughts in their head.’ -Pinocchio (Kdrama)


So why would you want to waste all that time and effort? Leave them alone with their thoughts as they may be and continue to do what brings peace to you.


4. We tend to inflate things in our head. When we are thinking of all the possibilities of certain choices, actions and situations, we tend to inflate the bad, the unwanted, the scary possibilities in our head. This makes us anxious and stressed more than is needed. That makes us want to back out of things, run away, not get out of bed. But in reality, even the worst possible outcome is not half as bad as we make it out to be in our head.


Just show up.


That’s when you will realize that the universe isn’t against you. That life isn’t that hard. That people aren’t that intimidating or superior (skills, knowledge, beauty, etc). That everyone is just as nervous and anxious and unsure. Of course, they are better in containing that. But that’s not always a good thing anyway.


5. People say things about us. Good and bad. But we can’t base our decisions on that. And we can’t base our opinion of ourselves on that. Why? Because what people say isn’t reliable and what people say isn’t constant and what they say definitely isn’t so much about us as it is about them. We can’t let a compliment make our day because if we give the words of others that kind of power, a rude remark can also completely ruin our day. And sadly, the latter is usually more in abundance than genuine compliments.


6. People change. But so do you. And maybe it is harder to accept the changes in yourself than it is to accept them in others. I used to be a night person. I wouldn’t go to bed before 5 am. My sleep cycle was this messed up for 5 years. But that changed this year. However, I found it so hard to stop describing myself as a night owl when I met new people even though now I was going to bed by midnight. It is so important to accept the changes in yourself and to use correct language.


I used to be someone who would binge eat.
I used to be someone who would send long, emotional texts at 4 am to people who abandoned me.
I used to be someone who would give people more chances than they deserved.
Used to.


7. People at work don’t give a shit about your emotions. Or your anxiety. You need to better take care of yourself. You need to be better composed. Being an emotional mess is usually okay. But not at work. Anywhere but at work.


8. Some people know what they want to do in their life right from school. They are very clear about what they want and what they have to do in order to get it. And they do exactly that.


But then there are those like you who don’t have a very solid idea of what your life should look like in terms of your career or life in general. It is scary. It is very overwhelming. And it is super confusing. But you will figure it out.


Just like you figured out how to be able to breathe after having your lungs crushed along with your heart or when you should say no or that time when you refrained from saying anything at all because you realized it wouldn’t change a thing.


You will get this. It isn’t a race. And there should be no comparisons.


9. A very wise person coined ‘health is wealth’ because it is one of the truest things I’ve heard since I was little. Most other things were just sexist or racist. But this. THIS IS SO TRUE. It may be hard to realize now, being young and all. Right now your body may be able to take everything you throw at it. But just like everything else, this will not last. Physical exercise and eating right are essentials. There is no easy way and there are no pills. Your body very well understands the concept of ‘you will get what you give’. Treat it wisely.


10. Needs vs Wants.
What would you like to hear? That you have won a world tour or you have a brain tumour? I think I know your answer. But were this not a hypothetical situation, you would benefit from hearing what you don’t want to hear rather than hearing what you want to. Had you only got the news of the world tour and not the required diagnosis, your health would further deteriorate.


That’s the difference between a want and a need. Most times, a need is essential to survival. Know the difference. Make that choice which though hard in the present, will be super beneficial in the long term.

11. Globalization includes more than just a few countries. I think this was an obvious one, but for some reason it took me watching Korean TV shows this year to realize that all countries in the world have a beautiful culture and so much to offer and it would be really fun to know more about different countries than to be fixated on just my own and a few others.


12. The healing time for different people is different. So it may hurt to see her make new friends and party while you are all alone, but you will get there too. It may just take a little longer. And that’s okay.


13. Skills are super important. I mean, if somehow you ended up in like the 16th century, how would your knowledge and skills help the then world in advancement? This realization made me feel really lacking. But I won’t be sitting here and cribbing. I already have a list of things I want to learn in 2018. They might not necessarily help the hypothetical situation of being in the 16th century, but they will definitely add to me as a person.


14. Take your time.
Take your time to reply back to that text.
Take your time to give an answer.
Take your time to be ready.
Don’t overwhelm yourself with the expectations of others. Because maybe they don’t care as much about you replying back as much as you’re getting anxious about not having replied yet.


15. Show. Don’t tell.
Don’t share your plan or goal with others. I mean, sure, maybe with one or two super close people, but don’t go ahead yelling it on the microphone (or well social media) every time you get a new idea or make a new choice because people have a way of fucking it up. Intentionally or otherwise. Even if you want to tell them, at least don’t hand them the blueprint.


It is always nice to share once you’ve achieved your goal than to tell everyone when you are yet to start with the execution. It’s better that they see what you’ve achieved or done rather you telling them before it has even materialized.


16. Don’t sympathize with people too much. Especially not if you start feeling guilty about not having as many problems as them. Because most times, if you sympathize THAT much, you tend to alter your life to make theirs better and chances are, their life isn’t as bad as they make it to be. So you end up giving up on things for them and later realize that that wasn’t quite needed. Not that they are intentionally trying to make things seem worse than they are, just that maybe you feel every word of what they say deeply. In any case, you don’t have to feel guilty about having a better life.


17. Happiness and satisfaction are two different things. And what you want to aim for is satisfaction. Because happiness is getting a new phone or getting a good morning text from someone you like. It is external. It is short lived. It will never be enough. Satisfaction is internal, it isn’t attached to materialistic things and it isn’t tied to other people. Satisfaction is working hard on a project and learning a lot. It is learning a new skill. It is making a choice trusting your instinct. It is living your life in a way that lets you sleep well at night and have a light heart.


2017 was quick. But 2017 was healing. It was realizing that after all the damage done in 2016, I can still be okay. And that throughout my life, I will fluctuate in my ‘okay-ness’ and that’s completely okay.

—  What I’ve Learned in 2017 
creatingnikki

anonymous asked:

Hello! Do you happen to have any fic recs where it's Yurio's first time or it's the first time for both of them? Thank you!

Heyho! Sure we do! We hope you’ll like them! :)

Originally posted by iridescentren

First time

Let’s Get It On by FanGirlAndProudOfIt and vampiremiw - 6,5k, E

Summary:

Yuri learns that sex is kind of awkward the first time, especially with Otabek.

Baptism by InsominiacArrest - 9,6k, E

Summary:

Yuuri Plisetsky has been waiting to lose his virginity to his boyfriend (and also take his boyfriends virginity) and on his 18th birthday, he gets his wish.

follow up: Otabek and Yuri have been apart for a couple months and finally get to reunite.

i’d still dance with you by hawberries - 4k, M

Summary:

Yuri Plisetsky has been waiting three years to finally have sex with his boyfriend. Viktor, of course, ruins it all.

i walk my days on a wire by idrilka - 14,5k, E

Summary:

“Asia sucked without you,” Yuri admits eventually after a moment, as he falls backwards onto the bed, his t-shirt riding up. It must be still hot in Saint Petersburg, if the forecast is to be believed, but Yuri has the hood up, obscuring his face at this angle. “But we all went back to the hot spring run by Katsuki’s family after the Fukuoka show, so I guess it wasn’t that bad.”

A story of a relationship, told in photographs and Skype calls.

Neon Pink Motorcycle by goldheart - 75k, M

Summary:

There are certain moments in Yuri Plisetsky’s life that he likes to forget happened at all. The time they were chased from the apartment, the landlord angrily spitting and waving threateningly at them when his mother couldn’t produce enough money for rent. Babushka’s funeral. The first time he fell in competition.

He cannot forget that, under the black band he wears around his wrist like a shield, his soulmark may as well be nonexistent.

Almost More Than by TheGenkiHime - 7k, M (WIP)

Summary:

So here he was, waiting, watching the photographer enjoy it far more than the one in front of the camera. Well, atleast until Yuri had come up with the idea to flirt secretly.

As the photographer tried to explain the next idea to the bored, impatient model Otabek had an idea of his own and rummaged through a familiar jacket pocket, hoping to find what he was looking for. Three seconds later he pulled out the phone in the animal case, a devious look sparking in his eye.

Time Enough by Beltenebra - 8,3k, E

Summary:

Yuri hates waiting but there are some things that are worth it.

Edit:

Speechless by CeiphiedKnight - 3,7k, E

submitted by @otabekwasrobbed

Summary:

Yuri Plisetsky was many things: Champion Figure Skater, Friend (to those who deserved it), Grandson, Ice Tiger of Russia, Surly Jellybean (that one had been from Katsudon after one glass of wine), and he could write an entire book full of the things his fanclub had called him.

What he had never been, though, was someone’s boyfriend. Someone’s lover. Someone’s everything.

Yuri Plisetsky didn’t know how to be needed, how to give up control, and it made him mad as hell.

Hyung line trying to get you and Haechan together
  • can y’all believe that hyuck saved us all with his teaser pics??
  • i’M SO BLESSED, HE’S MY WALLPAPER ALREADY
  • KING OF RUINING MY LIFE BUT ALSO MAKING IT A LOT MORE BEAUTIFUL
  • ugh, i’m so in love, let’s start this already plz
  • so, both of you were like bffs since always, the kind of bff that do everything together and see each other everyday
  • and everything was going fine between both of you until like a month ago when hyuck started to act like a bitch
  • oh my god, #drama
  • from one day to other he started to,, avoid you??
  • like, he suddenly started to ignore your texts and calls and basically all of you, lmao
  • and it was super weird bc both of you were friends since y’all were babies¿?? what¿
  • he would get all awkward if he’s by your side and he wouldn’t talk or even look at you
  • and this change was so sudden?? and you were so heartbroken aw :((
  • this last months hyuck started to have internal fights with his own feelings
  • “y/n is so beautiful”
  • “you can’t be in love with your best friend, donghyuck”
  • “she only sees you as a friend”
  • “i’ll never have an opportunity with her”
  • and he was so tired of all this
  • the only answer he could think about this was to distance himself from you, and well.. he did
  • and you eventually gave up and respected his decision,,
  • you didn’t talk to him and you didn’t show up to the dorms anymore aND OF COURSE THE MEMBERS NOTICED THIS
  • they were so !!! and ???
  • and y’alls feelings didn’t dissapear but just grew instead, because yes, you had a little crush on this prince too
  • and this was only making both of you sadder and make y’all think about each other more and more and aw :(( so sad oh my god
  • both of you were hurting each other so much but, oh well, you already did the mistake so,, to bad, gotta suffer now right ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • this is a 100% how my logic works, lmao
  • but don’t rprry because the oldies r gonna save y’all
  • because baby hyuck was being so silent and distant from everyone and it was so obvious that he wasn’t feeling well
  • “we have to do something about it”
  • “but hyuck started all of this, he should resolve all of this, not us”
  • “yeah, but it’s because hyuck likes y/n”
  • and all of them look at jaehyun like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) good 2 know
  • the next day you had all the older members texting you and trying to convence you to go to the dorms that night
  • and of course there was something weird in here right, so ofc you said no at first but eventually agree
  • bc having ten people texting you was fucking unbearable
  • and even if you knew that they were planning something you still did show up that nighit to the doorms
  • but you froze in your spot when after knocking the door when was hyuck who opened it for you
  • THE ONE AL ONLY LEE DONGHYUCK, YES CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT AND HE LOOKED SO GOOD
  • he was wearing his grey sweats + a white t-shirt + hIS MESSY WAVY HAIR FGDHSJKL I’M-
  • aND BOTH OF YOU MADE EYE CONTACT DFGHSJ WHAT
  • you haven’t seen each other in so long and wow, it was so weird
  • bUT Y’ALL FELT SO GOOD!!
  • you could even see a little smile in his face and ugh i love him
  • this last days you finally confirmed your feelings for him, and when you saw him and felt butterflies you wanted to die
  • “t-the members invited me”
  • he didn’t even had the strengh to get angry at all of them, not after realizing how much he needs you
  • “they’re still in practice b-but you should enter anyways, i-it’s cold outside”
  • and you smiled at him and fucking let him dead, d e a d
  • both of you started a small conversation that ended up being hours long
  • y’all even had dinner together and stayed talking until late
  • basically, the members planned a sleepover with both of you?? because it was fucking 1 am and they weren’t in the dorms yet
  • you were getting so sleepy and you were snoring every two seconds and so was he
  • so yeah gurl, you where spending the night there
  • he gave you some of his clothes and y’all washed up together
  • y’ALL EVEN SLEEP TOGETHER
  • “i-i think you should sleep with me, j-just in case the members come y-you know? ah-”
  • once y’all were laying in his bed together he confessed all his feelings
  • “i-i’m really sorry for being a dick with you this days, the truth is that i-i like you a lot, y/n, i-i just didn’t know how to react about it”
  • you smiled widely at him and hugged him as you confessed your feelings back and ugh, it felt so good
  • “then,, let me do it right this time, do you want to be my girlfriend, y/n?”
  • “of course i want!”
  • ugh, y’all are so cute i‘m on tears
  • y’all cuddle each other to sleep and the next morning it was like nothing never happened
  • y’all were so smiley together and started to bother the rest of the members again
  • “we shouldn’t have plan this, this was a mistake”
  • lmao
  • the end <3
  • ugh, sleepovers requests are so damn cute
  • i fucking love writing those, anyways, bye lmao
  • JOHNNY, TAEIL AND MARK’S TEASER PICS JUST CAME FGDJKAG I’M HFKHIK
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the mistborn trilogy

hiya! so i didn’t post anything for mistborn day, but i’ve been working on this buddy for a while and i figured that four days late is better than… any later, i suppose! the entire thing is done in gel pen (which sMEARS LIKE A MOFO (and limited my color options, so everyone’s ghostly pale)), with some of the black sections done in sharpie because coloring in huge, solid-color fields in pen felt wasteful and was hurting my hands >:((

part of the reason i drew this is i wanted to find ways to draw stuff from mistborn using lots of color- it’s really easy to imagine era 1- scadrial as grey and drab, and i wanted to kind of re-imagine it to make it look cooler. also, i was thinking about mistcloak design- the vest/fastening-area would have to be form-fitting, heavy, and/or made of stiff material so it wouldn’t fall off or shift around during flight/combat- so i was thinking a kind of felted vest?

the characters, from left to right, top to bottom: preservation, sazed/harmony, ruin, elend, vin, the lord ruler, kelsier, tensoon, zane, dockson, mare, spook, marsh, tindwyl, allrianne, breeze, and ham

tensoon’s design is based on a cute picture of a whippet i found on google images

So in a gift exchange thingy we did in a lovely discord server, I gave this to @cheetahgabriella4444! Took me days and a page ruined from too much erasing to come up with this image that I like. It also marks the end of a sketchbook!
Hiroko hugging her boys.
Their reactions fit my headcanons of their pasts.
Yuuri learns to see the love in his life ever since Viktor came to Hasetsu. And having your family accept your partner, no questions asked, is one of the best feelings.
Viktor isn’t used to a parent’s loving touch. He had Yakov. And Yakov is a tough love kind of person. The way Viktor shows his love also fits that. It’s how he’s used to being loved - Yakov’s pushing him to be his best - and it’s the way he loves too. Hiroko is nothing like he’s used to. He probably loves it.

PS. I want that laptop. :P

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Happy Coming Out Day!
When I first started out with this shop, I was definitely afraid of coming out to you all. I didn’t want to ruin my chances at success and lose all the support I’d gained. I was terrified of the backlash. However, when it started being mentioned, you guys were overwhelmingly kind.
I am so grateful to be supported by so many amazing, kind people, who accept me as I am and continue to love me.
I am also so proud to know that I have so many incredible members of my own community supporting me. If you’re out and living your best life today, I’m so proud. If you are not in a position to come out today, know that you have my love.
Thank you all, for everything.

Ed Sheeran: Up All Night With Pop's Hardcore Troubadour | Full Rolling Stone Interview

“Let’s go to my place for the finale!” Ed Sheeran shouts as he hops into an SUV. It’s just after midnight in London. Sheeran spent much of the evening in a bar, but even with his bright-red hair hidden under a ball cap, people started to recognize him. The DJ played one of his songs, and his friends had to create a wall around him so he could drink in peace. It all made him a little anxious, which is why we’re speeding to his West London home to keep the party going.

Sheeran is celebrating tonight because he knows he’s about to score his first Number One hit in America with “Shape of You,” a sleek, funky stomper from his new album, ÷ (pronounced Divide). We’re joined by his girlfriend, Cherry, and his old friends Zack, Nathan and Catherine, who have been watching him perform since he released his first album, The Spinning Man, when he was 13. “I went plywood,” Sheeran, now 25, jokes about that LP. “Not gold. I sold 100 copies.”

Sheeran has been going hard tonight: espresso martinis and rum-punch shots at dinner, gin and tonics at the bar. It’s my birthday, and at one point he grabs my phone, takes a selfie of us and posts to my Instagram, writing “It’s my birthday bitches #london #hashtag #believe #achieve #inspiration.” He encourages friends to knock back pints with a drinking song that ends “Na na na na/Hey hey hey/You’re a cunt!”

Soon, we arrive at his house, a five-floor, industrial-style space with brick walls, wood floors and several personal touches: a Charmander Pokémon stuffed animal in his bedroom and a bong shaped like Benny Blanco’s head in the living room. There’s also a recording studio, a gym and a full bar, where he recently entertained several young cast members of his favorite show, Game of Thrones. As we arrive, Sheeran offers bedrooms to anyone who wants to “get rowdy,” then goes to work mixing drinks.

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anonymous asked:

so i was going through your tumblr and dying like usual, and did i mention that best served cold is great enough times yet, because its great and that ot3 is my life?? my nonexistent life? and also im simultaneously completely down for james/regulus but also dreading it because its also probably going to ruin my life as you probably tell us one headcanon and im never the same again

xDD

KakaRinObi is amazing, I wholeheartedly agree. Now there’s a threesome that could fix practically everything before it even goes wrong. 

For Jegulus, just - imagine. Regulus the socially awkward Slytherin whose best friend is a house elf, who spends most of his time in the library when he’s not at Quidditch practice. And he’s totally happy mostly kind of, but then one day his stupid brother comes crashing in with his stupid friend wailing about how they got distracted mapping the castle and forgot their homework was due tomorrow, Merlin, Regulus, McGonagall is going to hang us from the clock tower please help. 

So Regulus helps. And…it’s not quite the chore it could be, because James Potter is an idiot like Sirius but he’s charming about it and he loves Quidditch and thinks Regulus’s maneuver in the last game was awesome even if he won the game for Slytherin. And he’s smart, because Regulus mutters something about precedent and the Treaty of Leftlake Mire while writing an argument paper for history and James immediately jumps on it and knows exactly what he means

And James, for his part, keeps getting smacked in the face by sarcasm and wit and watching as Sirius and Regulus get into sniping matches as they try to out-insult each other and it’s hilarious in a way he hadn’t thought Slytherins could be. Regulus is cute and done with them and smart and entirely capable of getting into an argument with him over the benefits of the altered spellwork on the new Shooting Star’s bristles and James is just in heaven

Sirius, for his part, doesn’t realize that his best friend and little brother are flirting until halfway through his Potions essay and by then all the dramatic flailing bouts of horror in the world won’t stop them. 

…gdit now I want to dig out all my Jegulus fic fragments why do I do this to myself. *headdesk*

Cuddling with Ten
  • cuddling with this cutie would feel like if you were in heaven
  • ten is naturally really clingy so imagine having this baby cudDLING YOU
  • he would cuddle with you in any chance he has
  • he just loves having you close and being able to kiss you and hug you as much as he wants
  • but he loves it even more when you’re the one giving him kisses and constantly snuggling in his chest
  • he just l o v e s the feel of your warmth you know
  • but anyways, going to the story
  • you had a really tiring and stressing day today, and you knew perfectly that the best comfort for you was being in your boyfriend’s arms
  • so as soon as you were home you grabbed his hand and guide him to your bedroom
  • and he already knew by how silent you were being that you were needing him to comfort you and listen to you
  • so he was smiling the whole time, feeling excited for the cuddle sesion
  • prepare to die of cuteness, i didn’t have mercy while writing this
  • “what happened this time, baby? who dared to ruin my angel’s day?”
  • he never failed to make you smile, no matter how hard things were
  • so you told him about everything you did, since the beginning of your day ‘till now
  • ah, and you were doing the sweetheart’s cradle kind of cuddle
  • just saying hehe
  • also, this kind of cuddle is my favorite, for if you ask ;^)
  • and he was in complete silence, listening to you attentively
  • your head was resting in his shoulder, and while you were talking to him you would also be drawing different shapes in his chest with your finger
  • and he had his free hand going slowly up and down under your t-shirt
  • and at first his touch surprised you, giving you goosebumps
  • but a few minutes later you started to feel it really relaxing and quickly getting used to them
  • and you like them so much that you started to miss his loving, warm touches as soon as he took his hand out of your tee once you finished talking
  • and that also make you realize how sleepy you got because of them
  • “aw babe, i’m so sorry you had such a terrible day~~”
  • he placed a kiss on your forehead and he started to play with your hair, making you even more sleepy
  • “good thing that your cute boyfriend is here now, right?”
  • “yeah, i missed you so much today”
  • and you listened his precious laugh in response, making you smile before you unconsciously fell asleep
  • and when he realized that you falled asleep because of his touches he blushed a little
  • but he had the biggest smile in his face and from time to time couldn’t help but giggle at your cuteness
  • bRo why Is hIM so aDorABle my pOor hEaRT is in pAin
  • and it was the sound of his voice saying beautiful words in a unknown language what woke you up
  • “คุณสวยมาก (you’re so beautiful)”
  • “ฉันรักคุณมาก (I love you so much, my princess)“
  • “คุณเติมเต็มฉัน (you complete me)”
  • tHIS IS SO CHEESY I’M DEAD™
  • you opened you’re eyes and the first thing you saw was his precious eye smile accompanied by that beautiful little smile of his
  • “oh, look who finally woke up”
  • you got closer to him and started to leave kisses in his jawline and neck
  • and he bluSHED AGAIN AND SMILED SUPER WIDELY
  • “you, sleepyhead, passed out for half of an hour. i was getting bored”
  • “what were you just saying?”
  • “i was talking about how hungry i am, what about going out for dinner?”
  • you stretched for a few seconds while thinking about his proposition
  • and he took advantage of your sleepiness to trap you in his arms and kissing your face multiple times, making you laugh and waking you up completely
  • “ah~~okay, okay! we can go out for food now! just let me change my clothes”
  • he laughed and sat in the bed, looking at you in a loving way
  • he got closer to you one more time until he was on top of you
  • “what did i do to deserve you, y/n? you’re too good for me”
  • and you blushed a little with his comment
  • but when he kissed you, you were too busy to even care, too in love
  • asdkhgadkshgkhgak

Having a very high level of empathy is honestly a curse and I wish I could turn it off sometimes. There are good things about it of course, it’s good to be able to put yourself in the shoes of even people you strongly dislike, it makes it easier to be a mindful person when making others upset also makes you upset, it’s good to care a lot I guess. But empathy is completely indiscriminate about who it cares about - sometimes I get intensely worried about people I barely know for extremely vague reasons, like I just have this feeling something is WRONG and often I’m right, but it’s really weird and kind of creepy to barge in on a stranger to drill them about whether they’re okay, I sure as hell don’t have the social grace to pull that off, so I can just sit there and be worried and have my whole day ruined by a problem I don’t even know whether is real.