#I need them both relaxed ong

[android-twink]

Bad habits die hard... but maybe it's a bit easier when you're with me.

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Just buncha random doodles, some day to day life, slow moments : )

I love these two so much, I can't express enough. They are important to me 💙

[gold-rhine]

hiii!! i wanted to start by saying that i LOVE with a passion your writing and fics, literally changed my life ong i dont know if you're currently taking requests or writing for lyney (or any fontaine characters for that matter) but i theres this idea that has been taking over my brain with lyney and him as a sub. (that said, feel free to ignore this if you aren't as familiar with his character and don't feel comfortable enough writing him)

just bear with me here for a second, so we all know that lyney is overprotective with his siblings and presents himself as a reliable person and hides behind his charming and onstage persona (i LOVE the fortress of meropide act where we can actually see farther into his character other than "flirty and charming magician" i also liked how lyney acted after his trial when he and lynette were talking w the traveler as an honorable mention)

then, we can see two versions of him, the version that is "lyney the magician", who was a way with words and is very skilled at deceiving people, flirty and suave he redirects a crowd's attention to focus only on the part (of himself) that he wants people to see. on the other side, we have a more "true" lyney, who is always protective for his siblings in fear that they are taken away from him again, he's impulsive but also genuine. a lyney that sometimes questions himself who he really is, after all of the masks and acts he has taken (character story 4), and also a lyney that wants to protect the home that arlecchino had given him and lynette when they were at their worst. (tbh him without his stage persona really comes off to me as "Im Trying ™")

(all seriousness aside, and this is just a headcanon, i could 100% see lyney in love in his room kicking his feet giddily and pacing around the room thinking of ways to romance his crush, just to go out and act all cool and suave like he wasnt just losing his shit for the last 2 hours) (or maybe im just projecting) (we will never know)

so, how does this play into flith?

imagine lyney having his first time w reader, he's not completely clueless because well, he's obviously an adult (and also this is lyney we're talking about. just look at his design.) i picture lyney overall (not just in sex) really good with theory, but when it comes to practice, he just falls apart.

another thing i also think would be at play is him learning to let go of his mask, of his responsibilities and just relax, let his brain turn into mush and his legs into jelly and let himself be fully naked (both physically and emotionally) in front of someone. how much he trusts his partner also is smth to be taken into account. i dont really see him as a one night stand type of guy.

then, i also think that his trauma with lynette's situation would also show, even though he isn't overly clingy with lynette, he always wants to be by her side, not only because theyre REALLY close but also because he subconsciously he wants to make sure that shes okay. (he even thought about getting a delusion so that they could be together on missions, and even when arle denied him he still tried to get better) i think that this subconscious need for feeling his loved one's presence (to put it in some kind of way) as if they would slip away the first moment he wasnt looking would manifest in the form of him being into handholding, or just overall keeping his hands on his partner, especially when he closes his eyes.

the last thing that i would like to mention is him w a praise kink, which i think would stem from his upbringing in the house of the hearth at least at mostly if not at all, due to searching for arlecchino's approval as a parental figure (setting aside the OBVIOUS father title, whether she intended or not she is the only parental figure the fontaine siblings have, and they do treat her as such, it would be normal for them to seek approval. however since we're talking about a harbinger, idk if that approval was met much, so yeah.) (however these are all assumptions based on how we can think life at the house of the hearth was for the sillies, i have only read lyney's voicelines and character stories and i am too lazy to read lynette's or freminet's, however i do think i am close enough)

LAST THING I SWEAR, with the whole "lynette has cat features and lyney having cat traits" thing. imagine,, lyney hiding his head in the crook of his partner's neck purring when hes too overstimulated... i am on my knees. 🧎

wow. that was a lot. sorry if i made this too long !! i wanted to request smut and ended up making a half assed lyney character study 😭😭 i hope i didn't bore you to death with my ranting, anyways even if you dont feel like writing, i would love to hear your thoughts about this. i love lyney's character with all my heart and i find that he is very fun to think about and explore his trauma character. i sincerely hope that you could find it in yourself to ignore my horrible phrasing skills and yeah.., i dont do requests often but i am desperate for sub lyney content and you have one of the most beautiful writing i have encountered in tumblr smut fics LMAO (if you do decide to write it, dom gn reader please and thank you)

love, lyney obsessed anon <3

oh my god, i didnt even know you can send so much text on anon asdfghjk.

anyway, lyney is not one of my absolute favs so i don't have a phd on him, so im not claiming all my opinions are corrrect, but i do like him a lot, i think he's v cute. i mostly agree with all of your points. what i would say, is that while ofc he has his stage persona, he really does love performance, its clear from his story quest. he enjoys attention, he likes impressing ppl, this is still part of his "real" self. like yes, he is very flustered when he has a crush and he will spend hours pacing around the room giddily and planning what he will do and then play suave, but he also really enjoys pulling it off, doing something special and impressive for his crush and then being admired and praised for it even if - especially if - he was actually nervious the whole time, bc thats part of the thrill, the high stakes!

if i were to write him, i think i'd do like. exhibitionism with a bit of pet play, bc i think he would want to do a show that he would rehearse for hours, and it would actually be pretty hot, but its too ambitious and some things you can't pre-plan without practice, so he *would* fumble things and be flustered, and on this edge of really charismatic and clumsily vulnerable is where his real charm lies.

anyway, i can't promise i'll write him, i assume you don't follow me since you said you don't know what i think of fontaine characters, but if i do, it will be in sub lyney tag so you won't miss it:)

[crazysnor1ax]

Ong Snorlax ACTUALLY making a proper post for their agents??? Unreal

Meet the chirren!! Infodumps about them under cut (there is A LOT):

Azure (Captain 3)

21

She/they

Bi

Main: Inkbrush

Before becoming Agent 3 and eventually the leader of the NSS she lived in a rural suburb on the outskirts of Inkopolis with her parents and two older brothers. Upon deciding to move to the city to pursue her interests in an education and ink battles, she was not ready for city life at all. It took her a good while to adjust, with the Squid Sisters helping her do so after they met. Though she still has school and work outside of the NSS she's extremely committed to the group; despite this she was still hesitant to be leader when Cuttlefish offered, insisting she wasn't a good leader (and she still isn't). However, her determination to do well for the group has worked out for both her and everyone else.

Azure's personality is best described as wild, yet very relaxed. She gets excited easily but is very go-with-the-flow most of the time. Despite this she's reclusive, and isn't comfortable talking with new people; though she's very talkative with her close friends and family. Besides the Squid Sisters (who are basically her older sisters) she's closest with Mist, having been dating for roughly 5 years now.

Random facts:

She's an artist/illustrator

She let Mist move in with her after the events of Octo Expansion, and now they're inseparable (oh my god they were roommates)

Her tentacles are dyed! that's why they're Like That

Her right eye sometimes changes colors to how it looked while she was "hijacked" by Tartar. It's uncontrollable, and is tied to Azure's hormone levels; meaning, it usually happens when she experiences some strong emotions or is exercising.

Certified epic gamer (loves Pokemon)

[Fun fact, Azure used to be my sona and is one of my oldest ocs! She used to share my name before I eventually decided to make her her own character.]

Koa (Agent 4)

23

He/Him

Cishet (in a good way tho i prommy)

Main: Dapple dualies

Koa's a bit of a wild case. His family moved to Inkopolis from another country just before he was born, but he still shares the accents they all have. Being raised alongside 4 rowdy boys and an equally rowdy single dad (who's another oc I have), he's VERY loud and very, very energetic. he gets wound up very easily and will start yelling over the smallest things. Prior to meeting the NSS he didn't smile a lot and would actively try not to due to the environment he was raised in; as a kid he'd get teased by his brothers and dad if he got overly excited about things. Though they were only playing with him he didn't take it that way when he was young, and it stayed with him. No need to fear!-The NSS has helped him open up immensely.

Random facts:

Doesn't do much outside of the NSS besides go to school, but he does have several hobbies.

Plays the drums. Mist's little sister plays the guitar, and they hang out frequently and jam together.

Does gymnastics

Will not wear a shirt ever, he will fight you over it

Speaking of fighting, he wrestled with his brothers growing up and it's now something he likes to do for fun.

He doesn't play video games much but does enjoy a good fighting game.

Loves rock music

Didn't know who the Squid Sisters were prior to the NSS since his screentime had been limited heavily growing up. He also just doesn't like to watch TV or use social media much.

Now, however, he's "secretly" the biggest SS fan out of anyone in the group.

Mist (Agent 8)

21

She/her

Lesbian

Main: Undercover Brella

[I'm still working on revising Mist's lore, so take her backstory with a grain of salt.]

Ah, yes, the tragic backstory character. Mist and her little sister, Jett, lived a rather okay life as Octarians-well, as good as it gets being underground, anyway. Mist was raised to be an engineer and Jett a construction worker for stages and weapons. Around the events of Splatoon 1 Mist's mother contracted a disease and wasn't able to survive it. Making matters worse was the death of her father a few months later, from broken heart syndrome. Mist was left to raise her sister as well as deal with the very obvious emotional trauma the deaths left on both her and Jett. Not long after that was Mist affected by the Calamari Inkantation, leaving her to question Octarian society and how it ran. Eventually she left for Inkopolis, seeking a better life; thus, Octo Expansion occurs. However, the memories of her parent's passing and leaving her sister wouldn't resurface until much, much later.

Mist learned Inkling shockingly quick and is now fully fluent, aside from the occasional grammar error. As mentioned earlier, she lived with Azure after Octo Expansion and fell in love, and now the two hate to be apart during the events of Splatoon 3.

She’s easily the kindest out of the entire group and a strong optimist, sometimes to the point where it’s annoying. Mist believes everyone deserves kindness and she loves to help others in any way she can. Despite this, when people push her boundaries she’ll fight back in the most reserved, collective way possible. She doesn’t give bullshit and she won’t take any, either.

Random facts:

Violinist

She doesn't like working with machinery anymore, but she works for Sheldon repairing weapons to help pay rent and groceries. it's helping her cope, fortunately!

Mist speaks exclusively in positive connotation-meaning that rather than saying something like "This is bad," she would say "This is not good." She always uses positive words, not negative ones.

Surprisingly spiritual. Really interested in a variety of religions and learning about them

Meditates a lot! Her and Azure's apartment almost always smells like incense

Undeniably the most skilled agent when it comes to combat.

Sting (New Agent 3)

19

They/xey/drip/drips

Demisexual, Genderqueer

(subject to change) Main: Krak-On Roller

Drip was raised by salmonids after a mix-up between the Octarians and Salmonids occured and an infant octoling ended up with them. Fortunately, salmonids are very intelligent (much to the disbelief of many), and raised drip close to inkling society so drip could get a taste of where drip’s supposed to live. After growing up and deciding to live in Splatsvill, drip took on the profession of a graffiti artist to help make the city look more vibrant, sometimes illegally (but that's part of the fun for drip).

Xey're feral. Quite literally. Being raised by violence-loving salmonids will do that to you. Xey're far from uncivilized, though , so xey're feral in the classiest way possible. It's not uncommon to see xem doing something "weird" in the most calm and collected manner possible (like eating Alterna snow, eating grass, casually carrying things in xeir mouth). Xey’re also a fashionista and cares a lot about staying fresh and on top of things, but enjoys having fun when the time calls for it. Xey’re more serious than the other agents, but xey're learning to take it slow, thanks to them.

They have an unnatural love for ink battles compared to the other agents as well. They can get insanely heated during battles and they care a lot about their rank. They won't admit it, but it's because they were taught to love battle, being essentially a kid to salmonids.

Random facts:

Because salmonids honor dying, they love getting splatted in ink battles. It's a rush for them.

Visits their salmonid guardians frequently! They had a shack above water where they raised them. They haven't died in battle yet and Sting teases them about it

Sting's full name is The Stinging Rain Shower Born in Octopia.

Banned from Grizzco. Drip tried to steal power eggs and golden eggs from the place and was very, very quickly banned. Drip would boycott it even if drip wasn't, though.

Sees Lil' buddy as xeir sibling, and secretly hopes xey won't have to say goodbye someday when xey find its home.

Made a small, functional gas mask for Lil' Buddy while they graffiti!

Saving up money to get a prosthetic arm, but Sheldon is also researching and working to make one for drip.

LOVES grunge and whatever genre salmonid music is

[gothyyy]

Hii! Could I please request a matchup with a male character from Genshin Impact? <3

my pronouns are she/her and I’m asexual biromantic. I’m an ESFJ and a Gemini. I have green eyes and short black hair. I dress with fairy core/ fairy grunge clothes. I wear lots of rings and love to exchange them with others.

I’m the mom friend of the group, always there for everyone and my friends say that I’m really good at comforting people. I’m also calm and responsible, I usually am the one that takes care of other people. I’m very optimistic, I always try to see the good in everything and I often put other’s needs before my own, I would do everything for the people I care about and sometimes I’ve been told that I’m too kind for my own good. I have a sarcastic humor and I love making others laugh to lighten the situation, people say that I should be more serious and that I shouldn’t joke around so much. I don’t like when people tell me what to do and I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or for someone else. I also dislike when someone is too serious and really can’t take a joke as I tend to use humor as my coping mechanism. All my friends tell me I’m very smart. I’m also very ambitious, I always try to achieve my goals.

My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation.

I absolutely love listening to music, it helps me relax and I really like reading. I also love watching horror movies even though it’s impossible to scare me. I also play Dungeons and Dragons with my friends anytime I can. also, I absolutely love musicals and I’m definitely a theatre kid.

I really hope I did this right, have a great day :)

one genshin matchup coming right up!

i’ve matched you with…

THOMA!

the two of you are both very responsible, so in a way it’s perfect. he loves it when you tag along while he does his chores at the yashiro commission, and he’ll love it even more if you decide to help him!

he loves watching horror movies with you, and he’ll gladly watch any of your favorite musicals!

(side note: ong another theater kid hi)

he loves the way you dress and thinks it’s so cool! and he may even try to copy some elements of it for himself.

all in all, i think thoma is a great match for you!

[written-beyond-the-grave]

Elija Mikaelsaon Dating a Black S/O Headcanons

Did anyone ask? No, did I deliver? Yes.

- Alright, so Elijah and the Mikaelson’s have been alive for a while. Never got a specific date, but we have vikings. And as Elijah has been alive for a minute, he’s had flings, situationships, lovers, and at some point out knight in shinning armor was probably a fuck boy… don’t @ me.

- What I’m trying to say is man probably did it all, Asian, Latinx, Caucasian and African American and maybe even African and Caribbean… Maybe even fucked around with his sexuality for a second because he got it like that and the writers were too pussy to put this shit on

- Tbh probably the originals tried all the genders and non-genders, change my mind. But elijah strikes me as a free for all who loves something refreshing that’ll take him out of Klaus’s bullshit for a minute

- But here’s were this shit gets spicey… Elijah… with a black s/o….. Just hear me out poc who been waiting for someone to give them good fucking food on poc x tvd/ the originals, I got y’all… unless college comes back.

- OK so, I feel like if you’re rocking with Elijah he’d dress you up and ice you out because he can. Nothing under $5,000 for his s/o… We talking furs, diamond, real leather, snake skin, hell even a whole ass snake if you wanna be on your Bruce Wayne shit一 better yet, your T’challa shit with a whole ass panther (black panther ain’t real soooo y’all can get a black puma and call that bitch a panther lmfaoooooo)

- He’s asking you to a dinner date and then you say you’re ready…. Wearing pretty little things…. Missguided… honey. (Nah ain’t shit wrong wit those brands, they be having bangers tbh and sales like a bitch) Let him upgrade youuuuuuu. You only wear Givenchy, Yves Saint Laurent, Burberry, Balmain, etc. Try walking out there looking a damn mess and distasteful… just try it sis 

- Speaking of which… my mans got you with hair too! Fuck you mean ?1?! 

- He had a black s/o in the past, even though her hair had loose curls… we won’t discredit her. He has some knowledge on how curl hair works, and if he’s lacking, he as a whole library and might fuck around and ask Bonnie in exchange for some witchy ingrdients (im cdfuuuuuu)

- Name, braids, twists, locs, finger waves. Wanna shave bald??? He’s for it, let him get you his barber. Fuck it, he’ll get you Marcel’s barber. Lined up and all that shit, throw in a fade too

- And coming in for wash day, he’s sitting behind you days in advance helping you take down your hair after a month or two. Grey sweatpants, scissors in hand, spray bottle to the side with Netflix as background music…. Fuck with it. You’re all tired after doing like 8 and he tells you to take it easy, with vamp speed and the deterixty of those fingers…. *chefs kiss*

- He sets up a lil wash day station for you, or if he’s on the clock just books a whole salon for you alone already paid for. But if he’s doing the work, best believe he spent the coinssss COINS for the organic shampoo shit you have the refrigerator and the deep conditioner, AND THE FUCKING LEAVE IN. He’s keeping your shit moisturized in the winter. His big hands and gentle fingers helping detangle your hair, you in a fluffy robe, enjoying being loved on….

- Y’all didn't even get me started on him doing twists… or plaits, or the bantu knots, the concentration on his face

- IDK why I gotta say this… nails done too, he loves the feel of your nails gliding on his scalp and down on his back when he’s giving you those slow strokes. 

- This doesn’t have to do with anything, but the fact that the originals were set in New Orleans which is mostly BLACK BLACK BLACK BLAAACCCKKKKK and I saw like 3 black people in that bitch, ong….. Julie Pleck, you basic bitch

- Anyways, I feel like Elijah in a trench coat coming to pick you up from work would be such a vibe and a mood. Like, he knows when you get off and you might just take public transportation or something to have some sort of independence. But he shows up after work when you’re leaving with some friends from work…. Nigga shows up in a dark blue cadillac, trenchcoat with the collar up, leather gloves… and a fresh cut

- Who tf let him out the house??

- And ik you’re friends trifling too asking who is he, a damn fine tall glass of milké

- And he’s just leaning against the door waiting for you and once he sees you, he waits for you expectedly and kisses your forehead in greeting and gets the door for you

- Speaking of driving, Elijah be too damn serious, and that’s were you come in. 

- I need him and the Miakelson’s at a cookout doing line dancing, the electric slide, cupid shuffle (and give Rebekak some goddamn friends shit, she everyone stay chasing love and shit but have 0 friends and boundaries, they drag family though the mud) 

- Like I need him out his suit and in some dark jeans, a solid white v-neck, rolex on his wrist, and white air forces

- Sitting there, kinda out of place until he settles in. Like I deadass see him asking where the tables are at the cookout and like… you break it to him he’s gonna have to do the table legs for that shit

- And the plastic cutlery! LMFAOOOOO his soul is slightly quaking

- And its finna be a whole ass test when an uncle comes up and grabs him by the shoulder in a greeting and tries to fill in the seat for spades or even worse…. Dominoes…. That’s it. It’s over. Elijah been alive for too long and knows every play in the book and can bluff his ass off

- But if we talking dominoes… we gon have the boondocks animation version of a nigga moments cuz y’all fights will be started, money will be lost…. To Elijah. In the end he gives it back bc he’s a good sport and bc humiliation is a greater victory 

- Lmfaoooo and the quiet drive back, you’re exhausted but the music station is playing throwbacks and Usher’s climax comes on and bitch… the high notes, the lamp posts that give you both a glimpse of each other’s side profiles. And for once Elijah is relaxed and coming down from his amusement. No one is trying to kill him or his siblings, and good food albeit greasy in his stomach.

- Dare he say he felt human for a moment

- You staring out the window and softly singing along enjoying what the day was, Elijah loving the ambiance created. Mmmmmm such a mood

- THAT BEING SAID imagine you and Elijah on a long drive and “I Mean It” by G- Eazy comes on and you start singing along bc data is expensive over long ass drives and being stuck in traffic. And Elijah is giving you a bemused look, you in all your glorious wonder and you just make the lyrics more dramatic ashit trying to be a heartbreaker and all that. But, the true heart breaker is Elijah

- He comes in on the verse and gives you all eye contact, lips completely sync but your can kinda hear his voice keep the tempo…. Bitch this makes me feel some type of way… and as he’s going on he grabs your face and tilts your chin up OOOOUUUU gets up all close and personal and finishes the lyrics which is perfectly timed with when the light turns green and turns back like nothing just happened. There yo are aping like a fish bc tbh if anyone could rap it’d probably be Kol, he’s like the emnemin mixed with busta rhymes type, but tone it down….

- Bitch imma go fantasize rapping Elijah, y’all been slept

- And for those asking yes, I do write for black readers, mor specifically female but I can try male

[leonardhoee]

Ikevamp Boys In Vegas

Leonardo:

Ok Leo wouldn’t really be into the expensive nightlife part of Vegas. He’d probably like the old bars and pubs in downtown Vegas where all the original casinos are. He’d also like to explore the nearby mining ghost downs (Rhyolite Ghost Town). (He’d also take everyone to the ghost tours of those places at night). He would probably just wake up and leave the hotel and when all the others wake up they can’t find him but don’t really question it since they probably expected him to go off exploring on his own. He would also go to the Neon Graveyard and Madame Tussaud’s + any other cool art display with Vincent and Theo. He would take MC to the gondolas in the Venetian hotel. They would also go to the Ceaser’s Palace mall and just run around there for hours looking at different stores and get lost. He’d like the Avengers Exhibit and he’d try to make some of the things he saw there. (There was also a Da Vinci exhibit that MC would definitely take him to see). One time Leo and Dazai were smoking together at a fancy rooftop bar and ended up sharing a blunt with Snoop Dogg. Both of them wake up the next day thinking it was a fever dream. (Listen I just really think Leo and Snoop Dogg would be good friends. They are basically the same person)

Arthur:

He would immediately go to an expensive rooftop bar to flirt with women (If MC isn't part of this). His favorite places would be the strip clubs and bars (he drags Theo with him). He and Comte go to a Burlesque club together. He got kicked out of a bar once because he was unknowingly hitting on someone’s wife. This boy would also take Theo Gucci shopping with him. The two of them will probably get into several bar fights and either get kicked out or arrested. (Comte bails them out). He would take pictures with every showgirl he meets and gets Theo in on some of them (Theo is just standing there glaring at the camera with his arms crossed). He loved going to the Pitbull concert, wants to be called Mr. Worldwide now but no one will call him that. He would also go to Casinos and somehow win big to impress MC. Security is keeping an eye on him.

Comte:

One of the chillest ones on the trip. He just goes to fancy restaurants and watches Cirque Du Soliel shows. Every time you see him he just has a glass of expensive wine. He takes Leo to clubs with him, even though they just sit by the bar the whole time having a drinking competition. Comte also runs into Arthur at a Burlesque club. (This man would be into burlesque you can’t tell me otherwise).  He mostly just manages everyone’s schedule, helps them book tickets for whatever they want to do, and occasionally bails people out. Also goes to Italian restaurants with Leo (because Vegas has the best Italian food I’ve ever had ong) What? No ofc its not a date. He buys MC a new dress and leaves it on her bed with a note telling her to be ready by 6 and takes her to an exclusive restaurant in a limo. He goes all out for their date.

Shakespeare:

Bruh he would absolutely LOVE all the different shows. The whole environment that THRIVES off entertainment. This would be his dream city. He would somehow get backstage for a Variety show and help them add scenes and dance numbers. He’d come back with so many ideas for his own plays. He would also follow around some of the wilder residents to see if they do something he can include in his plays. I also believe he’d somehow find the most romantic places to take MC if she was there with them. He would also be interested in the Mob Museum and the mafia history. He would LOVE Criss Angel’s Mindfreak show (No I’m not just saying that because I love it too)

Napoleon: 

I think he would like exploring the various hotels more than going out clubbing. Let’s be honest, Comte would get the super expensive suites so Napoleon would just be sleeping in half the day. He would use it as a chance to unwind and would take full advantage of the room service and spas. He would go to the pool with MC and Sebastian. I can see him being everyone’s designated photographer and bag holder. If MC wants to go somewhere he would come with her to make sure she gets there safely (The amount of creepy old men who have stared at me when I walk through casinos is gross).

Vincent: 

He and Theo would definitely go to the Neon Graveyard with Leo. They would also love seeing the abstract art pieces and murals that are all over downtown Las Vegas. He would be so amazed seeing the seasonal decorations in the Bellagio hotel. MC would take him to the Van Gogh art gallery so he and Theo could see how successful his art has become. He also like exploring the hotel with everyone and going to the pool to relax. He would take amazing pictures of MC and make an album for her. One time he was walking to a show with everyone when a few showgirls asked if he wanted to take a picture. And being the absolute angel he is, he told them how beautiful they are and just had the most wholesome heart- stealing interaction with them. 

Theo:

He would go to old bars and pubs with Leo and Arthur in downtown Vegas (They got into a bar fight that Leo helped them hide from Comte). Arthur would drag him to various clubs but I think he would have an overall artistic appreciation for Burlesque. I think he’d be happy to see that artistic expression isn't being censored anymore like it was in his time. MC would take him and Vincent to the Van Gogh exhibit. He would also love the different murals and abstract art that's all over downtown Las Vegas. MC would buy him one of those glass art sculptures and he would be all “oh Hondje brought me a toy?” but he would actually be super touched and would blush when she gave it to him. Arthur would also drag him into taking pictures with various showgirls and then would get jealous when Theo gets more attention from them (even though Theo isn’t a big fan of it).

Isaac:

Isaac would go to all the different museum exhibits with Leo, MC, and the Van Gogh. He would also enjoy the Avengers Exhibit because of all the crazy technology and scientific concepts used in creating it. He would also go to the spas with Napoleon and MC because that boy needs to relax himself. I think most of the time he would either stick with Leo, Napoleon or MC because Vegas is... a lot and he might get overwhelmed. Arthur would rope him into taking a picture with the Showgirls and he would be flustered for the rest of the day. He mostly just gets dragged into whatever activities the others are doing.

Dazai:

Dazai would love all the different comedy shows. He would also be exploring the hotels but instead of finding the spa he would find the most random hidden storage areas and rooms of the hotel. By the end of the trip he would somehow know the whole hotel inside out. One time he went missing and no one could find them until he came down the elevator with this rich elderly couple who gave him a tour of their whole VIP floor. He would also go out to bars with Leo in the middle of the night and they’d come back and just smoke together on the balcony. He would find the best obscure dessert places in the whole city and somehow make friends with a celebrity that he met purely by accident. (He just shows up to lunch with Pitbull one day and he’s like “yeah I just met him in the bathroom”. MC and Sebastian are  s h o o k)

Mozart:

Mozart would be very interested in seeing the street musicians and how they're able to play songs from everyday objects.He, Comte, and MC go shopping together and then they’d go to exclusive lounges together. He gets dragged to clubs by everyone but god forbid he gets touched by a sweaty person dancing, he will LOOSE IT. He gives pointers to the DJs and he actually likes listening to different genres of music. (Funny story, one time my dad went to a club in Vegas where Calvin Harris was DJing and he gave him tips on how to mix songs. He had no idea who Calvin Harris was). Mozart loves the spa and huge bathrooms, hates casinos since he thinks they're noisy and filthy. He goes to the mall and buys expensive skincare items. 

Jean:

Poor boy is so lost. Just like Isaac he kind of gets dragged everywhere. He likes going to the lounges with MC and Mozart but most of the time he will just want to enjoy the hotel room alone. MC doesn't want him to be alone the whole time so she takes him to see the Bellagio decorations and takes adorable candid pictures of him while he's there. He is amazed at how they were able to create something like that. He’s also amazed at the fountain show that MC takes him to at night. Mozart and MC take Jean with them when they goes shopping and he buys Jean some nice things (because he DESERVES IT). Would avoid clubs at all costs and if he somehow gets dragged there by everyone he leaves the first chance he gets.

Sebastian:

Like Shakespeare, Sebastian also follows around the residents, seeing how they react to such a new environment. He takes notes on all their activities and exchanges info with Shakespeare. He made all the reservations and keeps track of everyone’s itinerary. He is the only other person who knows about Arthur and Theo’s bar fight because Leo told him in exchange for modern cigarettes. He was so excited when Napoleon asked him to join him in their spa trip. Most of the time Sebastian goes with Comte and Napoleon to their activities. He would also love seeing some of the historical exhibits, like the Titanic and Ancient Egypt ones in the Luxor hotel. He’s mainly just happy to have enough free time to write as much info in his book as he wants.

[groundintodust]

In the Sheets

Fandom: B/T/S

Summary: S/eokj/in and Yo/ong/i wind down together after a long day, but a new laundry detergent makes Se/okj/in sneezy during their lovemaking.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Info: NSFW, snz-centric, humiliation/embarrassment

Word Count: 2059

Notes: This is very heavy on the embarrassment and humiliation! Read at your own risk. Inspired by this post.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36351691

After a long day, Seokjin and Yoongi finally return to their shared room. Yoongi flops face-down onto his bed, while Seokjin goes to change out of his clothes. They’re both tired, but they need to wind down and relax before going to sleep. Sometimes that means watching a movie together; other times that means lying in bed each looking at their own phones. And sometimes, they enjoy themselves by having sex together. Seokjin is naked and digging around in his pajamas pile for his favorite RJ pajamas when he remembers that last option, and he pauses to turn and look at his roommate.

“Should I even put on pajamas?” he asks. Yoongi rolls over to peer back at Seokjin, and he already looks hungry. Fuck. Seokjin is going to get fucked tonight, isn’t he. His ass clenches in anticipation, and he grins.

“Is that a no?” he teases, taking slow steps towards Yoongi. Yoongi’s mouth gapes open slightly as he watches Seokjin’s approach. Seokjin crawls onto the bed and straddles Yoongi, who puts his hands on Seokjin’s hips. In lieu of answering, Yoongi lifts himself enough to wriggle out of his shirt, and then his pants and boxers. When he’s finished, Seokjin dips down to kiss him. Seokjin starts slowly, moving his full lips unhurriedly against Yoongi’s, but Yoongi tugs him down to deepen the kiss.

As Seokjin settles onto his forearms over Yoongi, he catches a whiff of an unfamiliar scent. It’s sweet and floral, and it makes his nose tingle in a not unpleasant way, almost like the sensation of smelling spicy ramen. He leans back to ask, “Did you use a new shampoo or something?”

“It’s the sheets—Jungkookie did the laundry this morning.” Ah. Jungkook loves trying new laundry detergents.

Seokjin leans back down to lick into Yoongi’s mouth, tangling a hand into Yoongi’s hair. Yoongi runs his hands up and down Seokjin’s body, squeezing appreciatively. He rolls Seokjin over onto his back and begins kissing his way down his body. When Seokjin’s back hits the sheets, a puff of the laundry detergent’s scent hits his nose, and it’s enough to make him sniff once to dislodge the slight stinging sensation.

Yoongi nips at Seokjin’s inner thighs, making his legs twitch, and then he’s lowering his mouth down onto Seokjin’s cock. It takes all of Seokjin’s self-control not to buck up into Yoongi’s mouth, and he whines at the heat and intensity of the sensation, grasping for purchase on Yoongi’s hair and shoulders. Yoongi moves languidly up and down Seokjin’s cock, pausing occasionally to run his tongue along the underside of the head. He keeps going until he feels that Seokjin is sufficiently worked up, and then he pulls back to lean over to his nightstand and grab a bottle of lube. He squirts a dollop onto his fingers and presses them to Seokjin’s rim. After circling around Seokjin’s hole to relax the muscles there, he eases his finger inside and returns his mouth to Seokjin’s cock. Seokjin cries out from the dual sensation, digging his fingers into Yoongi’s upper back.

Yoongi works his finger in and out of Seokjin, pressing lightly in each direction to stretch him. When Seokjin starts making little needy sounds, he obliges with another finger. His mouth is still working up and down Seokjin’s length, and Seokjin’s thighs are twitching by the time Yoongi gets to three fingers—his orgasm is starting to creep up on him.

“Yoongi-ah—please—come on, you want to fuck me, don’t you?” he goads. Yoongi growls in response, and he feels the vibrations around his dick, drawing another moan from him. But sure enough, Yoongi pulls his fingers out of him and sits back on his heels. Using his clean hand and the heel of his other palm, he maneuvers Seokjin onto his hands and knees. Seokjin leans over to the nightstand to toss him a condom, which Yoongi slips on and lubes up. Gripping Seokjin’s hips, Yoongi sinks into him slowly and steadily.

Seokjin groans at the feeling of fullness and lets his arms give way, pressing his face to the sheets and keeping his ass in the air for Yoongi. “Fuck, you take me so well,” Yoongi grunts, and Seokjin moans in response. If he weren’t so far gone already, Seokjin might have felt shy from the praise, but he’s lost to the feeling of Yoongi pounding into him.

So, he doesn’t notice, until it’s too late, that the tingling scent of the sheets is starting to get to him. He’s breathing hard with his face right up against the sheets, and the slight edge to the scent is building up to a veritable itch in his nose. He wants to sniffle or rub his nose, but getting his face away from the sheets or bringing his hand to his face would disrupt the rhythm that Yoongi has set, and then Yoongi would wonder what’s wrong, and then the mood would be ruined, and that’s a whole sequence of events that Seokjin does not want to deal with. Instead, he does his best to rub his nose subtly against the bed.

Nuzzling further into the sheets isn’t doing much good for his nose, and there’s something about the knowledge that he’s rubbing his face into the very fabric that’s irritating him, that makes him feel even more restless. Plus, with the way that Yoongi is fucking into him so well, he can’t help the gasps and moans that only draw more air through his tickling nose. One such gasp hitches and turns fluttery, and suddenly Seokjin knows he’s done for—he’s going to sneeze.

He really doesn’t want to sneeze, not while he can feel Yoongi’s gaze hot on his back. It would be so embarrassing for him to have such an involuntary outburst, surely accompanied by some silly and unflattering facial expressions, while someone he cares about is looking at him so intensely. Not to mention that he can feel Yoongi approaching his climax, his thrusts becoming more wild and desperate, and it would ruin Yoongi’s building orgasm if Seokjin were to start sneezing.

A sneeze—or maybe multiple—is feeling inevitable for Seokjin, though. He cringes internally, and he can feel his cheeks and ears heating with anticipatory embarrassment. His nostril is beginning to chafe where it rubs back and forth on the sheet when his nostrils flare on every inhale. He finally brings a hand to his face, scrubbing ineffectually at his nose, and then hovering it nearby so that he’s ready to cover the sneeze that feels like it could burst out of him at any moment now.

“Jin-hyung, your ears are turning red,” Yoongi comments in between grunts. “Are you embarrassed that you’re going to come? Feeling shy about how desperate you are, how much you love my cock?” he teases, his voice low and dirty.

“I—heh...I—h-huh!...heh!...” Seokjin tries to answer, but every vocalization vibrates in his nose and makes his remaining breath come out in a shaky exhalation. 

“What, do you have to sneeze? Just let it out,” Yoongi says dismissively, not stopping the pace of his thrusts. The coolness in Yoongi’s voice just makes Seokjin feel even more shy and embarrassed, and his blush deepens.

He shakes his head against the mattress, trying to explain that he doesn’t want to sneeze in this kind of situation, but all that comes out are his gasps and hitching breaths. “I d—heh!—don’t wan—hehh...hih...ahhh….”

Yoongi slows down and runs a hand comfortingly along Seokjin’s side. “What’s up? Do you want to stop?”

Seokjin tries to shake his head again, but he’s losing control, his involuntary need to sneeze taking over his body. “N—hhh!...I...hehh...ahhhh...huhh!—huh-UHSSHHOO! Heh...hah-IDDSHHOOO!” The sneezes rip through him, and he faintly registers Yoongi moaning loudly as his ass clenches around him. He sniffs, nose still itching, and he waits a moment to see if he’ll sneeze again. When it seems like he’s going to have a respite, he turns his head further towards Yoongi and mutters, “Ah, sorry.”

“Fuck, that felt good. So fucking tight.” Seokjin whines in embarrassment, and Yoongi asks, “Do you want to stop, then? Are you not feeling well?”

“I’m just...I didn’t want to ruin the moment. It’s the laundry detergent, I think. The sheets are making my nose itch.”

“It’s okay, Jin-hyung. Feels great, and anyway,” he smirks, “I like you messy.” He starts moving inside Seokjin again, and Seokjin moans in combined pleasure and embarrassment. Yoongi pauses to try to turn Seokjin onto his back, but Seokjin bats at Yoongi’s hands. “Come on, Jin-hyung, I want to see you. Let me watch you fall apart, make a mess of yourself.” Seokjin groans but lets Yoongi turn him over and fuck back into him.

Seokjin’s face feels like it’s burning under Yoongi’s attention. Normally he would be gazing back into Yoongi’s eyes, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. But right now, his nose is twitching, and he’s sniffling almost constantly, and if he’s not sniffling then his breath is hitching and his eyes are squinting shut. Seokjin knows that he must look ridiculous and entirely un-handsome. Yoongi said he’s enjoying it, and Seokjin trusts him more than anyone—besides, they’ve both seen each other at their best and worst over the years—but Seokjin still feels particularly self-conscious about his face looking so unsexy during this otherwise very sexy moment.

Unfortunately, he’s only losing more and more control over his face as the urge to sneeze consumes him again. His nostrils flare wildly, caught between his body’s need to sneeze through them and his efforts to tame his expression. His mouth drops open, alternating between gasps of pleasure and gasps to fuel a sneeze. Seokjin is entirely overcome by this duality of pleasure and discomfort. Yoongi’s thrusts are speeding up again, angling to hit his prostate, and Yoongi starts jerking his cock as well, but his nose is so itchy, and his self-consciousness burns at the tips of his ears and mixes with the pleasure low in his belly. He doesn’t know where to put his hands—wants to put his hands everywhere—on Yoongi’s hips, on his own nipples, on his face to hide it, on his nose to rub it. His hands end up hovering over his chest, indecisive but ready to cover his inevitable next sneeze.

“Heh...ahhhn...h-hehh...Yoongi-ah, I—nnhhh—I’m going t-to—hahh!...hehhh...ahh! Huh-URRSHHOOO! Huh...UHDDSHOO! DD’SHHOOO!”

“Fuck!” Yoongi cries as Seokjin clenches uncontrollably around him. His hips stutter as he comes, still rocking forward against Seokjin’s prostate and stroking up and down his cock while he rides his orgasm.

The sudden relief from the itch in Seokjin’s nose is like a game of tug-of-war when one side suddenly lets go—the duality of his discomfort and pleasure collapses into pure heated bliss, and he tumbles into his own orgasm while he watches Yoongi shudder. 

They both stay where they are, breathing harshly and twitching occasionally with aftershocks of pleasure. Eventually, Seokjin starts sniffling again, and Yoongi pulls out of him.

“Come on, let’s get you away from these sheets.” He gets up off the bed and pulls Seokjin with him, leading them both to the bathroom, where they clean up and then raid the linen cabinet for another set of sheets that hasn’t been washed with the new detergent. Yoongi helps Seokjin change the sheets on his bed, and they collapse into it together.

“Sorry I kept sneezing during that,” Seokjin feels compelled to apologize.

“Jin-hyung, it was fine. Good, even.” Yoongi curls up against Seokjin, signaling that he’s ready to fall asleep. Seokjin smiles with fondness and relief.

In the morning, the other members will probably be teasing them and asking what new sexual activity they discovered that made them so loud, and Seokjin will have to hide his reddening face in his arms, and Yoongi will be as unyielding as always while Seokjin is next to him and clearly mortified, but he’ll probably tell one of the other members eventually in private, and the two of them will be hearing about it for weeks.

But for now, Seokjin nuzzles into Yoongi’s hair and lets himself drift into a restful sleep.

[lonelyreputation]

Different (part one)

A/N: Unrequited love! Unrequited love!! UNREQUITED LOVE!!! AHHH!!!

Okay here is the unrequited love that you’ve all been patiently waiting for!! Thanks for that! So I combined two requests together for an overarching theme and will circle back to those a few times during this mini-series!! As always, let me know what you guys thought of it!! I love hearing every detail of your thoughts!!

THANKS A MILLION for all of your support! Reblogs are never expected, but always appreciated!! 🤗💞🌻

REQUEST/PROMPT: People talking a room away & Fighting the urge to cry 

Let’s Chat!! | MASTERLIST

Warnings: Few swear words, some self-doubt, and ANGST!!! 

Word Count: 4.3K

You’ve found yourself in this position before: lounging on Shawn’s patio couch on a warm summer’s night, the lights of the CN Tower illuminating the bustling city streets below, nestled into Shawn with your head resting on his chest, arm lazily draped around your shoulder.  

The fire pit in front of you was giving off heat, but it was nothing like the warmth you felt in Shawn’s arms. His arms, always tightly wound around you, felt like they were protecting you from anything on the outside.  And at times, you even felt as if they protected you from your own dismissive thoughts.

Brian was telling a story, one that you had heard before, but since it was one of Shawn’s first night’s back from touring, he was telling it as if no one had heard it.  But you didn’t mind tuning out his voice, it gave you an excuse to give all of your attention to Shawn.

He was gone for so long.  Seeing his face through your iPhone wasn’t enough to ease the ache of your heart.  Whenever he laughed on screen you yearned to hear his laugh in person, and now you were granted with the pleasure of hearing it and feeling it rumble through his chest.  

Shawn’s fingertips lazily grazed your shoulder blades, sending electric jolts all the way down to the tip of your toes.

“So, Shawn,” Brian let out a little laugh, taking a sip of his beer, as he gave Shawn a pointed look, “Any girls on tour?”

Shawn’s fingertips paused their languid movements and you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

“Got my girl right here,” he squeezed your shoulder and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.  The familiar tickling sensation inside your stomach caused the corners of your lips to lift up in a small smile.

Brian let out another laugh, “Dude, c’mon, I’m not talking about your best friend––It’s just us,” he waved his hand around to gesture at the three of you sitting around the fire, “Secrets are safe here.”

The longer Shawn stayed silent, the further you felt your heart drop in your stomach.  Was there another girl? If there was, he made no mention of it to you on your every other nightly FaceTime calls.  The rational side of your brain was having a lethal fight with the irrational part.

He tells you everything, the rational part of your brain concluded, you would know if there was a girl.

But, the irrational section of your mind weighed in, he’s a young, single and very good looking guy there’s no way he went on tour and didn’t meet an equally beautiful girl.

A girl more beautiful than you.

It was times like this where your insecurities were too much to handle.  Your own thoughts maliciously attacking you.  It was times like these where Shawn’s tight hold on you was all you needed to feel safe from yourself.

“Swear on it man,” Shawn raised both of his hands up in surrender, briefly losing contact with your shoulder.  He leaned his body toward the table, and since your head was still resting on his chest, he took you with him, as he grabbed his glass of alcohol and took a sip, “No one for me.”

Brian didn’t look convinced, but you were more than happy when he dropped the topic and changed the conversation.  But with the way Brian kept glancing at the both of you cuddled up on the couch, you wondered if there was something you should be aware of.

•••

The next night you were over at Shawn’s it was just the two of you.  It was a tradition to get together within the first five days of him returning from tour and having a night reserved for just spending time together; it was always a movie night with tacos.

You brought all the ingredients over; spices, tortillas, condiments, and meat.  While Shawn provided the cooking equipment and his company.  You were never too fond of tacos, but when Shawn had returned home from touring his Handwritten album and crashed at your house, all he wanted to eat were tacos.  You remembered how excited he was to make the tacos, catch up with you––his best friend––after months of being away, and picking out the perfect movie to watch.

His idea of a perfect movie was 10 Things I Hate About You and he fell asleep halfway through it.

So, within five days of returning from a tour, without fail, you and Shawn always ate tacos and watched 10 Things I Hate About You.  

That’s exactly where you found yourself now.

Shawn had a fairly large kitchen, definitely bigger than the one in your apartment, and you cooked with a smile on your face with all the space you had to move around.  You chopped up the lettuce while Shawn took out a frying pan.

“Did you mix the spices together?” You called out over your shoulder.

You heard your answer when Shawn let out a deep sigh, “No,” Turning your head around you saw him holding the frying pan limply in his hands as he looked at you with hopeful eyes, “Can you mix them?”

Placing the knife down on the cutting board, you walked over to him with a smile, “It’s not that hard.”

Another sigh, “But you have to measure them and there’s a million fucking little spices––“

“Hey,” you placed a hand on his bicep and gave it a slight squeeze, “Don’t worry, I got it.”

When your hand touched his arm, all you felt was warmth.  Shawn was an abnormally warm person, but this kind of warmth was felt deeper within.  The warmth you felt whenever your skin touched his reminded you of home.  His presence was so caring and thoughtful that his whole body seemed to radiate that warmth.  And you would do anything in the world to savor that feeling for the rest of our life.

His eyes flickered down to where you held your hand as a shy smile lit up on his face, “I love you.”

I love you.

It wasn’t an uncommon phrase said in your friendship.  You both had said it countless times to each other before disconnecting your long distance phone calls, sent voice notes of the phrases to each other, and said it a million more times face to face when you were finally reunited.

But he didn’t mean those three words in the way you wanted to hear them.

You mixed the spices and Shawn took over your role of cutting up the vegetable toppings as your teasing drowned out the music in the background.  Cooking was something that was enjoyable and relaxing, but with Shawn, it brought a whole new layer of excitement.  You would smack his hand away from eating the cheese, scold him for touching the hot pan, and he would always give your hips a light squeeze whenever he walked behind you.

Once Shawn had cooked the meat and you set up everything in a buffet style, you two had taken to sitting on the barstools instead of at the kitchen table.  He was typing something on his phone with a smile on his face when you sat down next to him and asked what it was about.  He quickly locked his phone and placed it face down on the counter, looking at you with the same smile he had while looking at his phone. Don’t need to worry about it now, he said, I’m with you.

It was silent as you both started eating the meal you prepared together.

“I–ve––Ote––A––Ong,” Shawn spoke with his mouthful as he went to go in for another bite of his taco.  You tilted your head and raised your eyebrows, telling him you understood nothing of what he had just said.

He held up a finger as he finished chewing, and after he swallowed his food he said, “I wrote a song.”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s what you get paid for, no?”

Shawn took another bite of his taco and slightly pushed your shoulder.  And with the skin to skin contact, you tried to bottle up that warmth that made your stomach do summersaults.

“I mean like,” he was thinking; eyebrows tightly pulled together as he bit the inside of his cheek trying to find the right words to say, “A song song,” your eyebrows continued to stay raised, having no idea what he was alluding to, “Let me just,” he fumbled with his phone that was sitting on the kitchen counter top, “Play it for you.”

The music he was playing from his iPhone throughout the speakers in his apartment cut off as a melody of guitar strings plucking together filled the room.  Shawn’s eyes were trained on the stings of his hoodie, avoiding your curious stare.

Twenty-five seconds in, the voice of the boy sitting across from you––the voice that you loved hearing ramble on about nothing in particular––started to sing.

You could be in Toronto, and I can be in L.A.

Your mind flooded with memories of Shawn always jetting off to L.A., while you were stuck in Toronto always patiently awaiting his return.  He’s been on more flights to Los Angeles than you had been on flights in your entire life.  And it never got easier driving him to the airport and squeezing him extra tight praying he would change his mind and stay in Toronto.

And if twenty years went by without you, I’d know our feelings wouldn’t change.

Your heart leaped in your chest, feeling as airy and happy as the guitar melody sounded when the chorus of the song came around.  You’ve always wanted to bottle up the warmth Shawn held, but this feeling was better.  This feeling of pure bliss––like everything in the universe was aligning just for you––made your toes tingle and the hair on your skin stick up.

You barely registered the lyrics in the second verse as you stared at Shawn with eyes wide in astonishment.  His way with words blew you away.  From the kid who was so nervous to pick up the pen on his first album to now not being able to put the pen down…He absolutely amazed you.

We’ve got that we don’t have to talk to know this love will never stop.

There weren’t many dry spells of conversation with your friendship with Shawn.  You could count on one hand when the two of you were too busy to talk to each other, but whenever the two of you would pick up your conversations, it was like no time had passed.

Oh, we’ve got it.

He looked up, staring into your eyes. You thought you were seeing the same different kind of love in his eyes that you’ve been holding in yours for too long now.

Oh, we’ve got that different kind of love.

•••

It wasn’t unusual for Shawn’s lavish Toronto apartment to be the place for parties.  Even when he was away on tour, Brian still managed to either sneak in with a few friends or have a full on party.  And where you found yourself now––politely saying excuse me while trying to slide behind two people to get to the kitchen––it was one of those full blown parties thrown by Brian for Shawn.

It took a bit of convincing, but Brian wanted to really celebrate his best friend’s return after a successful leg of his tour.  His apartment wasn’t packed, per se, but everyone seemed to be congregating in his living room area.

The music could barely be heard over the hoots and hollers of the guests, there were a few sticky spots on the ground where your shoes stuck (you made a mental note to clean it up in the morning), and nobody seemed to understand the concept of personal space.

You finally escaped into the kitchen where people only came in for a second to make another drink and then went back out to join the party.  You broke the status quo by leaving the party in the living room for the tameness of the kitchen.  The air felt cooler around you, not being pressed up against so many bodies, and you took a deep breath.

“There you are,” your ears perked up at the familiar voice, “Was looking for you.”

You didn’t even have to turn your head to know who was talking.  All you had to do was listen to the increased beat of your heart in your chest.  His arm curled around your stomach as he pulled your back into his chest.  The warmth you felt was in overload.

Shawn pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head, “You weren’t gonna leave, were you?”

You shook your head, grateful that he wasn’t able to see the blush on your cheeks, “Leave a Shawn Mendes party early?” You let out a small laugh that you hoped covered up your nervousness, “Never.”

Shawn let out a boisterous laugh as he spun you around, out of his grasp.  Your back was now pressed against the cool kitchen countertop you had made tacos on a few days prior.  The hand he had gently placed on your hips was getting all of your attention.

“Good,” he whispered, “Don’t know what I would do if you left.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, “Brian doesn’t know how to handle his alcohol.”

You wanted to let out a loud laugh, but he was so close, if you moved your head just an inch forward your noses would brush up against each other, and you didn’t want to scare him away.

“Lucky me,” you contained your laugh into a wide smile, “To play the responsible adult.”

Shawn moved his face the inch closer to yours.  You didn’t know what to do as the tip of his nose slightly brushed against yours.  There had been a few drunk kisses shared between the two of you, but you were sober and so was Shawn.  At least he seemed sober in your eyes when he whispered the next words with a bit of edge to them.

“Lucky me.”

Your eyes stayed wide open as his fluttered shut for only a second before someone yelled out his name.  And that someone was Brian.

You stayed pressed up against the counter, eyes wide open as you stared over Shawn’s shoulder to see Brian looking at you with the exact same facial expression; confused, but not all that surprised at how you found yourself pressed between Shawn and the counter.  While you were starting to feel unease from the situation, Shawn stayed firm in his place, his hand was now rubbing soft circles into your side.

“Hey, Uh––“ It was the first time you had heard Brian speechless, “Cleaning supplies? Tyler just–––“

Shawn let his head drop to your shoulders, “Fuck,” he whispered only loud enough for you to hear, already knowing what Brian’s sentence was leading to. His breath was hot against your neck, causing your own breath to just stop.  And just like how fast his eyes closed in front of you, Shawn let go of your waist and walked out of the kitchen with Brian trailing behind him.

You stayed in that position for five minutes staring blankly at the wall across the way, still not believing what you thought was about to happen.

“Y/n?” Snapping back into reality, you saw your friend Olivia mixing herself a drink with a look of concern on her face, “Good?

Your mouth went dry as you tried to string together your thoughts, “I––Yeah there’s––Why wouldn’t I––“

“I saw you with Shawn.”

Her blunt words cut you off.  You didn’t think anyone, save for Brian, had caught you in that compromising position with Shawn.  But it wasn’t like you and Shawn were an item.  You weren’t anything but friends.  Best friends.

You tried to wave her off as you joined her to make your own mixed drink, telling a little white lie, “He’s an affectionate drunk,” the coldness of the glass wrapped inside of your hand served as a wake up call.

Olivia gave you a pointed look as she took a sip of her drink, “Y/n, you should tell him.”

You pretended like you didn’t hear her as you continued taking sips of your drink.  Olivia was a good friend of yours, and it was on your second bottle of shared wine after a much too stressful exam season, that you let it slip that you were in love with your best friend.

You set your near empty glass on the counter, “I can’t–––He doesn’t feel the same way.”

Olivia raised her eyebrows, she didn’t believe you, and neither did you for a minute.  In that moment Shawn had you pressed against the counter, you believed that maybe he did feel the same way about you.  But he was so quick to remove himself from you that it diminished any hope you had.

“He was all over you,” she smirked, “Got some heads to turn into the kitchen.”

You blushed at the thought of anymore people intruding on your little moment with Shawn, “He has been acting a little differently since he’s gotten back,” you tried to rationalize with yourself, “Maybe he…does?”

There was skepticism in your voice, mixed with a little bit of hope, like the vodka coke you had in your hand.

“Go,” Olivia offered you a reassuring smile as she nodded her head in the direction Brian and Shawn walked off to, “Tell him.”

With a single nod, you downed the rest of your drink, but kept the glass in your hands.  You needed something to keep your hands steady and in place or you would be more of a nervous wreck than you already were.

Confessing to your best friend that you love him? The irrational part of your brain spoke up, you know he doesn’t feel the same so save yourself the heartbreak–––

But, the rational part of your mind interrupted, he is your best friend, you should be able to trust him with anything, and if for some reason he doesn’t love you back it shouldn’t change your friendship.

You fought to silence both parts of your brain, neither of them helping your confidence right now, as you walked down the hall to where you knew Shawn and Brian were.  He always kept his cleaning supplies in the linen closet in the hall bathroom.  Each step you took felt like twenty, but before anymore anxiety ridden thoughts could swarm your mind, you found yourself outside of the bathroom door.

The light that illuminated from under the door told you that they are still in there.  The door was cracked up a smidge, and you were able to see a sliver Shawn’s side profile. With a deep breath, you raised your hand to knock on the door, but stopped mid-way when you caught wind of their conversation.

“So,” it was Brian who started talking first, “What was that back there?”

“What was what?” He was playing dumb, just like you had done with Olivia.

Brian let out a scoff, “Y/n?  Dude, c’mon, you know what I’m talking about.” His words were slightly slurred together, letting you in on that Brian was tipsy.

There was a pause on the other side of the door and you could see Shawn slightly shrugging his shoulders, eyes avoiding Brian’s questioning gaze. 

But then he spoke up, changing the conversation completely onto someone else, “Miranda keeps texting me.”

You had never heard that name before.

“Miranda?” Brian asked, “Is she the one from L.A.?”

Brian spoke as if there were other girls he kept around the world for whenever he traveled.  And he spoke her name as if he was familiar with it.

“Yeah,” Shawn said as you heard a cabinet door shut, “She came to the shows out there.”

“And?”

You were pressed up close to the door, torn between wanting to hear about the girl who Shawn was smitten with and wanting to run out to the kitchen to continue living in your head, convinced that Shawn loved you back.

“I like her,” but what made your heartbreak even more was how you could hear the smile on his face, “I like her a lot.”

You held your breath.  The vodka coke that had coated your throat in confidence was now as dry as a desert.  You swallowed the lump in your throat, but it came right back.

Brian sounded just as shocked as you felt, “But––A few minutes ago––What about Y/n?”

There was a pause.  You pressed your lips tightly together in hopes for it to stop the trembling you felt coarse throughout your body.  Hands balled in fists at your sides, you screwed your eyes shut and started to count to ten, wishing you could wake up from this nightmare.

One…Two…Three…Four…

“She’s different.”

Different.  You were different in every way possible than this new girl who had captured his attention.  You were different in that he didn’t have feelings for you like he did for this new girl.  He didn’t love you like you loved him.

The tightness in your throat was beginning to be too much, your throat scratchier every time you swallowed your tears back.  The piercing sting behind your eyes started to hurt.  You had never been pricked with tiny needles on your skin, but you imagined it felt something similar to the pain behind our eyes.

“Besides,” Shawn cleared his throat, “She’s just a friend.”

He didn’t even call you his best friend.

And when you thought that the boy you loved so fiercely couldn’t say anything more to ruin your confidence, he decided to speak once more, “I’ve never––I don’t love her.”

It was with that last sentence, the one sentence Shawn spoke with an unnerving amount of confidence, that hit your heart like a hammer.  Throughout this whole conversation, you slowly felt your heart being picked away at with an ice pick.  Each part of your heart that broke off held a memory full of love that was now forgotten in the pit of your stomach.

“Who said anything about loving her?” As tipsy as Brian was, he was quick with his question.

Shawn avoided his question all together, “We’ve got some cleaning to do.”

The hall bathroom wasn’t large, so you knew they would be out in a matter of seconds.  And if you didn’t move fast enough, it would be revealed that you had heard their whole conversation.

You ran down the hallway, feeling your heart being destroyed even more with every step back into the kitchen.  The conversation played in your head, having a hard time believing what you had just heard.  

Told you so, the irrational part of your brain mocked you.

The rational part of your mind stayed silent.

You angrily wiped away a stray tear that had leaked past your eye, cursing at yourself for being so stupid.  

With the scattered state your mind was in, as it uselessly tried to mend your heart, Brian and Shawn’s footsteps caught you by surprise.  The glass in your hand fell from your grasp as it shattered into little shards on the floor.

The broken glass looked a lot like how your heart felt.

Quickly, you dropped to the ground, collecting the little pieces of glass in your hand.  You pricked yourself a few times, but you were numb to everything around you that it didn’t matter.

“Y/n––Hey, stop-–Let me get it––Y/n.”

You stopped picking up the shards of glass when you felt his hand circle around your wrist.  You didn’t look up at him until he said your name again.  There had never been a time where you didn’t want him to touch you.  That’s all you yearned for when he was away; his touch.  Whether it was an accidental brush of your fingers, a slight squeeze to your hip when you were cooking, or his head on your shoulder when he fell asleep during 10 Things I Hate About You…His touch was all that mattered to you at one point.

But even after unknowingly breaking your heart, his touch was still warm.

“Are you okay?” He still kept a hand locked around your wrist, “What happened?”

But now you wanted nothing more than to rip yourself of his hold.  You felt uncomfortable under his gaze, nauseous as he looked into your eyes with such concern, but the worst part was, you still loved him.

“Yeah, I…” you broke eye contact with him, knowing that the sting behind your eyes was begging for another reason to overflow.  And staring into his eyes would cause the floodgates to open, “Just clumsy.”

You let out a small laugh as he slowly released his grip in your hand, “Leave it, I’ll clean it up after I take care of Tyler’s mess.”

And just like he did earlier in the night, he left without a second thought.

Knowing Shawn like the back of your hand was a skill you were proud to have.  You could always tell by the tone of his voice if something was off and wouldn’t back down until he told you.  Every eyebrow raise, nose twitch, certain looks he would get in his eyes that let you into how he was feeling…You were able to pinpoint his emotions in a matter of seconds.

Maybe, you thought to yourself, just maybe he doesn’t know you as well as you thought.

[alitaimagines]

this wasn’t a request, i just don’t have anything for Attack on Titan and I’m in a reiner mood. kind of similar to my kirshima and bakugou fic. idk why this turned out so angsty. 

(ex) reiner braun, bertholdt hoover x fem! reader

fandom: attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin

note / song recommendation: modern au. requests closed. / how does it feel - the green 

“I used to think love was real, ya know?” You whispered as you stared at Reiner with a defeated look. “Every time I looked at you, it was like a bolt of lightning hit me. You were this hunk of a man. The one everyone chased after and I was the lucky one. I wore the girlfriend title with a badge of pride.” 

Reiner had never seen you so tired and upset before. 

“But I know this relationship is very one sided and I think it’s time we call it off.” You stated. “I’m done crying. I’m done begging for your attention. I always felt like I would be the one to get hurt at the end of the day and the hardest thing is that you never fell in love with me. I was never the one and you know what? That’s okay.” 

“Don’t say that.” Reiner finally said. 

You gave him a weakened laugh. “Reiner, it’s okay. It’s time to stop with the lies and fronts. This relationship was very one sided and while I was the one who actually fell in love, it didn’t take an idiot to see how you were around me and finding out that you were out at bars with Jaeger, Springer, and Grice. Having girls on your lap was the last straw. I just hope that you actually find someone you love one day because God knows I want that happy ending. At least for the both of us.” Reiner looked at your bag that was already packed. 

Within the few years the two of you were together, you never got around to actually moving in with him. You had clothes at his apartment and vice versa but for some reason, you never felt the reason to ever move in with him and maybe that ended up being a good thing. 

“So is this it? First Bertholdt and now you?” 

This time you rolled your eyes. “Reiner, you were also the reason why you and Bertl are no longer friends. I’m sorry that it ended the way it ended but you have no one to blame besides yourself.” Bertholdt was the one who told you about Reiner’s late night rendezvous and while you didn’t initially confront him, word got out that Bertl was the rat and everything ended with the two of them physically fighting each other. 

You had never seen those two physically fight each other but the day that they did, you couldn’t help but admit that Reiner was the one who lost the fight. Yeah Reiner was the physically stronger one but Bertl had height to him and easily pushed him to the ground before getting a few punches in. 

It took Porco, Eren, and even Armin to separate the two. Not only was the fight about you but from the insults the two of them threw at each other, it was like the fight was long awaited. Bertholdt threw insults that you could have never imagined towards Reiner and everyone who witness the fight stared at them with disbelief. 

“You can drop by my house and get whatever you need but let me know a few days in advanced.” You muttered. “I want to make sure I pack everything you left.” 

“I’ll probably drop by tomorrow to get everything.” You nodded as you pulled your bag over shoulder and grabbed the bag by the door. “Okay, text me and if I’m not home, I’ll leave it by my door. I doubt anyone will steal it.” 

You gave Reiner one more look before quietly shutting his door and heading towards your car. 

-

The following morning, you woke up with an eery feeling. It wasn’t sadness, it was more of a serene feeling. Like you finally liberated yourself from a burden but you never thought of Reiner as one. 

You slowly got yourself together. Grabbing a box that you had laying around from a previous Amazon package, you took all of the sweaters Reiner left and put them inside of your box. Spraying it down with some of Reiner’s favorite perfume, you put all of the photos you had of the two of you on top of the sweaters. 

Taking out another box, you returned all of the presents he gave you for anniversaries, birthdays, or random surprises. Even the gifts you didn’t want to depart with, you put your feelings aside and stuffed them inside the box. 

This was a new chapter, at least that was what you told yourself. When you got together with Reiner, it was very sudden. The two of you were seniors in high school when he asked you out. It wasn’t very secretive as he asked you to prom through a very large promposal and after that, the two of you just assumed you were a couple. 

Now that the both of you were well into adulthood, it was a very different feeling. Yes you wanted to mourn the break up but you had priorities now. You couldn’t just stay home and cry over him. You eventually wanted to settle down and get married. Kids were still a maybe but you did want to be officially tied down. 

Once you got the text that Reiner was coming up the stairs of your apartment, you quickly taped the boxes and sprayed your perfume once more before hearing a knock. 

You unlocked it and gave Reiner a small smile. “Hey, give me a second.” You murmured. Grabbing the boxes, you waddled your way to him and gave it to him. “I guess I’ll see you around?” Reiner nodded as he gave you one more smile before walking away. 

As soon as you shut the door, that chapter in your life closed. Making your way to your currents, you opened them to let the light shine in. Not too long after, you received a message from Bertholdt. 

“Need a friend? I have your favorite.” 

You smiled at your phone before sending him a quick yes and heading towards the showers. You were already comfortable with Bertholdt to where it wasn’t that awkward anymore. 

/ 

You and Bertholdt walked hand in hand as you reached your shared house. It took about a year before he asked you out on a date. After that day, it was like everything fell into place. It wasn’t like Reiner where happened very quickly. This time, falling in love with Bertholdt felt like days went by like the speed of a slug. Each date the two of you cherished and stayed with each other until one of you had to leave urgently.

It wasn’t surprising to anyone. The two of you found comfort in each other. You lost a boyfriend and he lost his childhood best friend. You had heard that he found out about the two of you but you really didn’t care. He supposedly had a girlfriend and you were happy for him. You just hoped he actually loved her. 

As you opened the door, your pug came running to the two of you at full speed. His little tail wagging, indicating that he was excited. “I’ll get started on dinner. Why don’t you go lay down and relax?” Bertholdt asked. 

You gave him a smile as you grabbed his hand. “I kind of want to take a bath. You should hold off on dinner.” You whispered as you gave him a small wink. He immediately went to the tub to start running the water as you gathered your post bath clothes as well as a pair of boxers and shorts for Bertl. 

As the water ran, the two of you undressed each other. It was more intimate than it was sexual. Your pug had made his way to the side of the tub before finding a comfortable spot to take a nap. 

The two of you stepped inside and Bertholdt immediately pushed you up against his chest. Music was playing softly through the bluetooth speak he brought in as the two of you just enjoyed each others presence. 

It couldn’t have been no more than fifteen minutes before you head a knock on your door. You growled as you told Bertholdt to give you a second. Slipping on a robe, you made your way to the door. 

“Reiner?” You whispered as you noticed his very drunken state. “Reiner, what are you doing here?” 

“What do you mean? I wanted to get you back. I was an idiot for ever doing that to you. I want you to give me a second chance.” Reiner ranted as he grabbed your hand. 

You immediately retracted it. “Reiner, no. You’re drunk. I’m going to call Eren to come and get you.” You lectured as you grabbed your phone from the side table and immediately texted Eren to come and get him. 

“No! How could you do this! With my best friend!” Reiner screamed. You immediately shushed him. “Reiner, Bertholdt is going to hear you!” It was too late. You heard footsteps behind you and suddenly Bertholdt towered over the two of you. 

“What’s going on here?” He asked as he gave a deadpanned look to his former friend. “Reiner, what are you doing here? Are you drunk?” He exclaimed as he looked at Reiner’s very bloodshot eyes. 

He stared at the two of you. Reiner could tell, even through his drunken state, that the two of you were doing something prior to that. All Bertl had was boxers while you were just in a robe. 

“The two of you are traitors! You left me all by myself just so you two could get together!” Reiner screamed again. You sighed as Bertholdt pushed you behind him. “Reiner, you better leave. Now.” Reiner refused as you whispered to Bertholdt that Eren was already on his way. 

“Reiner, please. Don’t do this. You’re very drunk and nothing good ever comes from it.” You whispered as you put your hand on his shoulder. 

Without a second moment, Reiner immediately pulled you into a kiss. The kiss was very different from Bertholdt, that much was for sure. Reiner was very aggressive with his kisses while Bertholdt was a lot more slow with his. You did enjoy Reiner’s but Bertholdt beat him by a long shot. 

Bertholdt pushed you back even farther before giving Reiner the hardest punch he had ever given anyone before. Reiner fell against the concrete as his eyes were slowly starting to shut. 

“Bertholdt!” You screamed as you ran to Reiner. “I get that you’re mad but he’s drunk and he could easily get a concussion!” You lectured him. Bertholdt rolled his eyes as he watched you check Reiner to make sure he wasn’t falling asleep. 

You stayed by Reiner’s side until Eren got there with Colt. The two boys could tell something happened as your face was written with panic was Bertholdt stood there with an angry expression. The two of them didn’t bother to ask what happened as you just mentioned that Reiner hit his head on the wall and he needs to be checked out. 

As the two boys dragged Reiner’s body away, you turned to Bertholdt. “Baby, I know this wasn’t exactly how we wanted to end our night but whether we like it or not, we both still care for him.” Bertholdt you knew you were right. “I know what he did was really out of place but he was drunk and you shouldn’t have punched him as hard as you did.” 

Bertholdt shrugged. “Maybe that way he’ll learn his lesson.” He stated before shutting the door and locking it. “Now lets go before the night gets even more ruined.” He growled. 

You tried to release any tension built up between the two of you by dragging him back to the bath. “Run the warm water again and I’ll make sure to make up for this little incident.” You whispered as you walked towards the bedroom again. 

Before you could walk any farther, Bertholdt pulled you in for a steamy kiss. It was slowly, very sexual, and a lot more better than Reiner’s. “I need to remind you who you belong too.” Bertholdt growled into your ear.

You giggled, “You have all night to show me now let me go do what I need to do and by the time the water is filled again, I should be done.” You whispered back. He nodded as he let you go. 

The night ended in a way you weren’t expecting but you were just happy that you had calmed Bertl down again. You knew when he got upset, it took him a while to fully recover and if he need to recover by releasing his anger by sex, you weren’t going to oppose to that. All you had to do was put on Bertholdt’s favorite lingerie set and you knew you would wash all of his anger away.

ALITA 

[strongsassysexysloane]

You and Me - Cont. Recovery

So I don’t do case specific stuff or medical, but I wanted to write a certain situation so I bit the bullet or in this case bomb. 

. . . 

Its been two months since you first kissed and emotions were admitted and its been great. You spend most weekends at each others place with a few nights during the week spent together when there's no intruding case. This case has been just out of reach for over a week now. Someone had been going around DC assassinating people by way of small explosions and the toll was currently at three people.

"Found something. Abandoned warehouse down town. Shell company but its the same as the others." McGee explains while everyone grabs their gear.

Everything happens so quickly. You and Ellie enter via the back door of the warehouse and you see the wire spring and you throw yourself over Ellie before the bomb goes off. You can hear voices, its all jumbled but you hear a siren in the distance and just let the blankness take you.

"Please wake up, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Sweetheart just please wake up." You can hear Jack's plea but it feels like a thousand miles away. You want to respond but the blackness pulls you back under.

"She's going to be fine Jack." Gibbs voice doesn't come out as confident as he hoped.

"Don't lie to me Gibbs." Her voice cracks.

"She's going to wake up Jack." He reaches over and squeezes her shoulder. Jack sobs and squeezes your hand.

"She has to. How did you not get bomb squad to go in first?! He's killing people with bombs for crying out loud." Shes defeintely sobbing now. Holding your hand and resting her head against your waist. "Baby please wake up."

"If you need anything Jack, just call. When she wakes up, please call." She doesnt say anything just nods. Gibbs leaves reluctantly but he needs to find the bastrd that put one of his agents comatosed in the hospital. He stops in to see Ellie signing herself out. "You need to stay here."

"Hell I do. How is she?" Ellie has a few scrapes on her cheek and forehead, her left arm is in a sling but she's been cleared by the doctors to leave and take it easy.

"Still out. Jack will call if there's any change."

The day falls to night and you havent shown any signs of waking. It's been 8 hours since the explosion, 4 since you came out of surgery to remove shrapnel from your shoulder and thigh. Jack tries to speak but nothing comes out, she just looks at you with tears falling down her cheeks. Both of her hands wrap around yours and you move a finger. Jack chokes out, afraid she was mistaken.

"Jack.." You choke out and slowly open your eyes to see a red eyes, flushed cheeks and Jack crying. "Hey.." You hate seeing Jack cry.

"It's ok. Don't worry baby. Just relax, I'll get a doctor." She goes to leave but you hold onto her hand and nod slightly towards to call button. She half laughs and presses the call button. You reluctantly let go of her hand once the doctor comes to check on you, your eyes don't leave hers as she calls the team to tell them youre awake.

Its another two days before you're released from hospital and are on strict orders to take a week off work. To your suprise Jack gets a few extra days off because as Vance put it shes getting no work done edge wise so she might as well be at home with you and work from home if needed. You can't complain. Jack has been by your side since you got home from hospital 3 hours ago.

"Come here please." You wriggle back into the couch and you watch Jack walk towards you from the kitchen. She holding a cup of tea.

"What do you need?" She sits on the edge of the couch and you tug are her shirt. She places the cup ong the coffee table.

"You." She smiles and lies down on her side facing you. You wrap your arm around her waist and tug her closer so your noses are only millimetres apart.

"How are you feeling?" Your eyes drop to her lips and you don't answer her question. Just capture her lips in a passionate, moan causing kiss.

"Sorry I put you through that." You rest your forehead against hers.

"You dont need to apologise. Someone should've call the bomb squad." You smirk at her anger. That would've been the smart thing to do but they responded quickyl, wanting to catch the guy but instead you got thrown hard, hitting your head and shrapnel as a reward.

"Probably but it didn't happen and I'm sorry-" You brush your nose against Jacks which makes her mouth curve up into a cute smile.

"Stop it."

"No. Becuase if the roles were reversed I dont know how I would cope." You kiss a tear that rolls down Jack's cheek and you pull her in and she starts crying. "I'm fine. I get you all to myself for a few days at least. If I knew that would happen I'd do it-"

"No!" She chokes out and you stop that sentence.

"No I wouldn't but when I'm back to 100% I think we should go away somewhere."

"That sounds amazing." Jack leans back and looks into your eyes. "Where?"

You smile and run your hand up her arm, cup her cheek. "I'd love to see you surf."

"You just want to see me in a bikini." She accuses and you laugh.

"Maybe." You kiss her and she smiles.

"Only if you wear a bikini as well."

"Sounds like a fair deal." She laughs and curls back into you. You relax with her against you, the slight pain from the position is dulled by having her relax in your arms.

She looks after you, helps you move from the bedroom to the couch. She doesn't go home until she runs out of clothes and only when you insist that you can be left alone for a few hours does she reluctantly leave promising to grab some food before returning with enough clothes to last another week.

"Hey. You were meant to stay on the couch until I got back." Jack comes up beside you, wondering what you're doing. "Why did you all of a sudden need to clear out a draw?"

You smile at her and see the moment she figures it out. "If you need more space, I can move around some other things. There's space in the cupboard as well to hang up your dresses and power suits." She reaches and pulls you by the back of the neck in for a deep, passionate kiss. "Mmm I should've done that sooner." You both laugh and Jack helps you back to the bed to sit down even though you are capable of doing it yourself. You enjoy Jack fussing over you and she enjoys doing it.

"Thank you." She smiles and helps you prop yourself up on the pillows.

"Go on. Sort out your clothes. I'll watch." You wink and she shakes her head with a smirk. You enjoy watching Jack move around your room. Like she's meant to be here and you want to tell her but know that the draw and cupboard space is enough for now.

She joins you on the bed not long after, satisfied with her sorting and you roll into her. She sighs and you know what she's thinking.

"I'm fine. I can actually move around you know." You push yourself up and Jack runs her fingers across your cheek, avoiding the scratch just under your eye from the explosion. "I may look like I'm half dead still but I'm good. I've got a check up on Monday and should be back in the office if everything is good."

"I know. But-"

"But you want to be here with me, I know babe. I want you here too but work needs you more. Lots of cases and your paperwork is getting out of hand on my coffee table." She leans over and kisses your lips. "Not that I don't love your crap everywhere in my house." She nips at your bottom lip and you smile.

"You haven't complained before." You kiss the tip of her nose and rest back into her shoulder.

"Not complaining." There's silence and you begin to drift off to sleep but Jack's phone rings.

"Hey, yeah she's alright." You hear the mumbled voice of Gibbs.

"You woke me up!" You groan and here a chuckle through the phone.

"She is a very grumpy morning person. Ow!" She laughs and drops a kiss to your head. "Yeah I know, you what? I'll be there in twenty. Don't start without me!" She snaps the phone shut.

"Found him?" You guess and you roll off her and move to get up.

"Where do you think you're going?" She tries to tug you down.

"You will miss out on interrogating him if you argue with me on this." You here her grumble and you hop out of bed slowly. She helps you put on a jacket and both leave within minutes of Gibbs calling.

"Hey! You aren't meant to be here." You walk in behind Jack into the bullpen. McGee hops up and gives you a gentle hug and then Ellie does the same. You havent seen the team since you left the hospital.

"You look like shit." Nick laughs and you just chuckle.

"Thanks Nick." He winks but the smile disappears when he sees Jack's glare. "She knows I'm joking."

"Go home y/n!" Gibbs orders.

"Don't you have a bad guys to interrogate. Plus Jack drove so I can't really go home without her, now can I?" You can see Gibbs ready to fight it. Probably to call a taxi.

"The sooner we interrogate this guy, the sooner she can go home." Jack mediates and you just smile, looking at your girlfriend and then to Gibbs. Gibbs gives up and walks off to interrogation with Jack in toe.

"Need a hand?" Ellie asks as you hobble after them.

"I'm good. Thanks. Want to see them tear this guy to shreds." Everyone follows you to interrogation.

The guy is smug and tight lipped. He notices Jack's emotional state and plays into it. Jack almost punches the guy but Gibbs is quick to intervene and Nick is quick to jump into interrogation and Jack leaves.

"Smooth Agent Sloane." You lean against the doorframe to observation.

"Like you wouldve kept your cool with that dickhead." You reach out your hand and Jack takes it, you walk back into observation and watch Gibbs finally break the guy. Caught him out on a lie and you rest your head on Jack's shoulder as she wraps her arm around your waist.

"Think Nick was going to punch him if he didn't get caught out." McGee commented from beside you.

"Gibbs was about 30 seconds away from flipping the table." Ellie mentioned and you all chuckle.

"Now can we go home?" You smile at the thought of Jack calling your place home.

"Lead the way." You say your goodbyes to the team and promise Gibbs to have your detailed report from the explosion in his inbox by end of day tomorrow.

. . . . 

[kpoppwriter]

Penny Up, Penny Drop

Genre: fluff/soulmate au

Words: 442

Warnings: n/a

a/n: yo so like no one requests Wanna One and I love Ong sm (as well as Daniel and Jisung) so here’s some Wanna One soulmate stuff woop

“I swear I’m going to kill this man when I meet him,” you grumbled as you iced your wrist. 

This was the 3rd injury this month and honestly, you were starting to get fed up with whatever your soulmate was doing. What in the world could he be getting up to that lead to him, and you, to be injured so frequently? You felt like you needed a degree in medicine at this point, seeing how many times you’ve had to patch yourself up. 

“Aww come on now,” your friend Somi said, “At least you’ll be able to figure out who your soulmate is right away. He’ll be just as banged up as you!” 

“Haha, very funny,” you said sarcastically.

You wrapped up your wrist in a bandage, securing it with a safety pin. Somi started talking to you about gossip and such as the two of you left your home and went down the street to the local cafe to eat some lunch. You let Somi talk your ear off the entire walk there. Once you walked in, however, she went a bit quiet. 

“Look over there!” she exclaimed quietly, “It’s Daniel and Seongwoo. They’re so handsome~”

“You’re so hopeless,” you laughed

You turned to look at Somi but she was walking towards the boys. You sighed and trudged over to join them. 

“Hey Y/N,” Daniel smiled at you, 

“Hey,” Seongwoo raised his arm and stiffly waved his arm

“Hi, Daniel,” you squinted at Seongwoo, “What’s up with your arm?” 

“Ah, I just sprained my wrist during dance practice, nothing major. It happens all the time,” he chuckled

“I can confirm,” Daniel interjected

“Penny up,” Somi said to herself

You turned to ask Somi what she had said but Daniel asked you what happened to your wrist before you could say anything to her.

“Ah, you know, soulma-” you paused, “Oh.”

“And penny drop,” Somi chuckled, “Daniel, I think we should leave Ong and Y/N alone for a little while. They need to talk about some things~”

Before Daniel could ask what she meant, Somi whisked Daniel away, leaving you and Ong alone, your face turning pinker and pinker now that you realized what was happening. 

“So you and I,” Ong pointed between the two of you

“Yeah,”

There was silence between you two, the air filled with awkward tension. You sat down across from him and looked at him dead in the eyes.

“How in the hell do you get so many injuries?” you asked flabbergasted

Ong didn’t know how to respond so he just laughed heartily, clearing the tension and making both of you relax so you could talk. 

[seonghwastudy]

Introduction!

So, I realised that I never realy introduced myself on here.

So, I decided to answer some basic FAQs so you guys could get to no me better! I'm not sure if you even care tho

So let's start!

What is your name?

For the sake of privacy, you can call me M! Or simply seonghwastudy, either works!

How old are you? What grade are you in?

I'm currently 16 and so I'm in 11th grade.

Where do you live?

I live in India!

What classes are you taking this year?

As I'm an Indian in 11th grade, I'm taking the science stream, PCM and bifocal: Physics, Chemistry, Maths, Computer Science. But apart from that, I'm actually preparing to apply to an American University for Fall 2020 and so I gave the SAT exam in May 2019, GED exams in October and November 2019, I'll be giving the SAT again in December 2019 and I'm preparing for AP exams to give in May 2020. I'm giving 4 AP exams: AP Human Geography, AP Calculus AB, AP Statistics and AP US History.

What is your dream university?

I'm hoping to get into Penn State University next year!

Favourite study methods?

I like to take notes in class. Then I read them and the Barron's prep book at home while underlining key points. For APUSH, I'll make notes because my class notes are super messy hahah! Plus I have tonnes of different resources for APUSH that I want to combine together.

For AP Calculus and Statistics, I'll read the content review in Barron's and solve the hundreds of practice problems and frqs.

For AP Hugs I'll read my notes and the Barron's book and solve practice questions.

I also love making quizlet sets wherever required and studying them using the learn mode.

Lastly, I'll just make tonnes of senseless mindmaps to review all the information during exam time. I'll just grab a piece of scratch paper and scribble out all the information in the form of mindmaps that won't ever make sense to me in the future!

I learn the best by writing a lot so I make sure to write our everything as much as possible!

Do you listen to music while studying. If yes, what do you listen to?

Yes, I do listen to music! I listen to music when I'm doing any form of numericals, when I'm writing out notes or when I'm just doing anything that doesn't require too much brain power! I love listening to my playlist!

Sometimes, songs with lyrics are too distracting so I'll just listen to

Both are Kpop, yeah hahah I'm just Kpop trash

Favourite musical artists?

As I said, KPOP TRASH. I only listen to Kpop songs heheh

BTS, VICTON, Pentagon, Stray Kids (ot9 forever TT), The Boyz (ot12 forever TT), Ateez (MY ULT), Up10tion, VAV, Oneus, Got7, Jus2, TXT, Astro, Onewe, Kard, The Rose (GO GIVE THEM LOVE), Bolbbalgan4, Woosung, DAWN plus I occasionally listen to X1, SuperM, NCT Dream, Day6, A.C.E., Sam Kim, Jimin Park and I also have a tonne of songs from many more artists in my playlist.

T R A S H

How do you de-stress?

I don't really have a specific method or routine for destressing. I'm terrible at keeping a journal so definitely not that one lol. I just find listening to music and watching nice YouTube videos to be a good de-stressing mechanism for me. Probably not the healthiest but it works hahah! Also, spending time with friends and family helps me feel calmer and more relaxed!

Favourite studytubers?

I'm currently obsessed with tbhstudying's study with me's hahah! I also love studyquil, studioushailey, studytee, studyign, Mariana's Study Corner, mia ong, revisign and some others.

Apart from these, there are a couple of College Vloggers whose college vlogs are literally all you need in life to survive!

There's Yoora Jung, PaigeY, Holly Gabriel, alicedoesphysics and some others.

I also watch quite a few Korean study vlogs cuz Koreans study so much 😫 and watching their vlogs makes me want to study for the next 20 hours lmao

There's 작심 이주, LAMOON라문, Ryoko료고, HYUN현, SENSE센스, SEOYUN서윤, 달씨Darcie, 게인gain_vlog, HANBINI STUDYLOG and some more. Many don't have english subs, but honestly that doesn't really make much difference cuz you get the point anyways.

Yeah that's about it 🙃

I guess that's it for today. If you have any more questions you want me to answer, feel free to leave them in the comments and I might make a part 2 of this!

Have a great day!

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13 Off-the-Beaten-Path Things to See and Do in Paris

Posted: 6/24/2019 | June 24th, 2019

Paris is filled with famous attractions: the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, Versailles, the catacombs, the Pantheon, the Arc de Triomphe, Sacre-Coeur. The list goes on. There are so many amazing sites here that you could spend days (heck, even weeks) just seeing the main, most well-known ones.

But there’s more to Paris than the sites that attract thousands upon thousands of visitors each day. While I was living Paris the past few months, I made it my mission to see some of the more unusual, lesser-known (but equally awesome) attractions (that didn’t coming with the aggravating crowds that make so many of Paris’ attractions unbearable).

And, while some of the things on the list below might not be “super secret” attractions or activities, they do fall into the category of “over looked attractions” so I included them.

Here are some of the best off-the-beaten-path things to see and do in Paris:

1. Le Manoir de Paris

This is where macabre museum meets haunted house. Numerous rooms highlight some of the more unsettling aspects of Paris’s long and often dark past, such as the Phantom of the Opera, vampires, or the crocodiles in the sewers. Using real actors as well as animatronics, the city’s gruesome and unsettling history is brought to life in an interesting way. In addition to their museum, they also have escape rooms as well as different levels of intensity depending on how scared you get!

18 Rue de Paradis, +33 6 70 89 35 87, lemanoirdeparis.com. Open Fridays 6pm-9:30pm and weekends 3pm-6:30pm. Admission is 29 EUR for adults and 20 EUR for children 10-15.

2. Musée Édith Piaf

Édith Piaf is perhaps the most famous French singer from the 1930s to the 1960s, and know around the world for her song La vie en rose and Non, je ne regrette rien (which appeared in the movie Inception). She lived in a little apartment in the Ménilmontant district at the start of her career, which has been turned into tiny museum dedicated to her. You get a glimpse at her life through her gold and platinum records, photographs, clothing, letters from fans, posters, recordings, and sheet music.

5 Rue Crespin du Gast, +33 1 43 55 52 72. Open Monday-Wednesday 1pm-6pm and Thursdays 10am-12pm. Admission is free, but you’ll need to make an appointment. You’ll also want to either speak decent French or go with someone who does.

3. Musée Curie

Marie Curie was the first woman to win the Nobel Prize (and the only woman to win it twice) for her research into radioactivity (a word that she invented). She was the first female professor at the University of Paris as well as the first woman to be entombed in the Panthéon on her own merits. Located in the 5th arrondissement, this museum, in her old laboratory, highlights her radiological research. It’s insightful and eye-opening for anyone unfamiliar with her historic discoveries.

1 Rue Pierre et Marie Curie, +33 1 56 24 55 33, musee.curie.fr. Open Wednesday-Saturday 1pm-5pm. Admission is free.

4. Archives Nationales

Opened in 1867, the National Archives houses thousands of historical documents dating back to 625 CE. One of six national archives in the country, the museum sheds light on France’s turbulent past, providing nuanced historical details and context through permanent and temporary exhibitions.

Built by the order of Napoleon I, the building itself (known as the Hôtel de Soubise) is absolutely stunning. It is in the late Baroque style, embracing long columns and lots of statues and sculptures. It features immaculate grounds and gardens as well. They always hold a lot of good exhibitions too.

59 Rue Guynemer, +33 1 75 47 20 02, archives-nationales.culture.gouv.fr/en. Open Monday-Saturday 9am-5pm. Admission is 8 EUR per person.

5. The Gallery of Paleontology and Comparative Anatomy

Opened in 1898, this museum is home to over 1,000 animal skeletons from around the world, including complete skeletons of elephants, large cats, and even dinosaurs. It’s as interesting as it is unsettling: all the animals are facing the same way, making it look like you’re in the midst of some undead stampede!

2 Rue Buffon, +33 1 40 79 56 01, http://bit.ly/2B0lruZ. Open daily 10am-6pm (closed Tuesdays). Admission is free.

6. The Vampire Museum

Paris has a long history with the esoteric, one that is brought to life in this fascinating (if not macabre) museum founded by an eccentric scholar to showcase his knowledge of the undead and esoteric. Here you’ll find vampire-killing kits, rare texts on demonology, and mysterious ancient relics. It’s a busy, eclectic, creepy museum that’s a feast for the eyes and one worthy of a visit if you’re at all interested in more obscure (and fanciful) tales. It’s a fun little, kitsch museum.

14 Rue Jules David, +33 1 43 62 80 76, artclips.free.fr/musee_des_vampires/MuseeVampires1.html. You’ll need to make an appointment in advance by phone. (Don’t worry if the voicemail greeting is in French — the curator speakers perfect English).

7. Petite Ceinture

In use from 1862 through 1964, the railway circling Paris was abandoned when the city expanded beyond its limits. It’s mostly hidden behind buildings and covered in wild plants and grass now, though some sections are now officially open to the public. You’ll find all sorts of flowers and street art along the tracks.

While some sections are illegal to visit, near Parc Georges Brassens you’ll find a section of the tracks known as the ‘Passage de la Petite Ceinture’ that is both free and legal to visit. It’s located in the 15e arrondissement.

8. The Salvador Dalí Sundial

This surrealist sundial was created by world-renowned artist Salvador Dalí. Located on Rue Saint-Jacques, it’s is a mix of a human face and a scallop shell (the symbol of the Camino to Santiago, since the street is named after the saint). While the sundial doesn’t actually work, it’s nevertheless an easy way to see a piece of artwork by one of the most famous artists in the world.

27 Rue Saint-Jacques. Open 24/7 with no admission.

9. Montmartre Cemetery

While the Père Lachaise Cemetery is the largest and most popular in Paris, for a more secluded stroll, check out the Montmartre Cemetery. Plenty of people visit the top of Montmartre for Sacré-Coeur and the view, but few take the time to wander this cemetery sitting at the foot of the district. It opened in 1825 and is home to many cobwebbed mausoleums, as well as a handful of stray cats. You won’t see many people here, so you can explore in peace.

20 Avenue Rachel, +33 1 53 42 36 30, paris.fr/equipements/cimetiere-de-montmartre-5061. Open Monday-Friday 8am-6pm, Saturdays 8:30am-6pm, and Sundays 9am-6pm.

10. The Museum of Counterfeiting

Opened in 1972, this museum is home to counterfeit items that have been collected by France’s customs agents and police (as well as donated items from brands and consumers alike). There are over 500 items in the museum, ranging from counterfeit art and luxury goods to more mundane items, like cleaning supplies. While some knockoffs are impressive in their duplicity, it’s also funny to see just how bad some counterfeiters were!

16 Rue de la Faisanderie, +33 1 56 26 14 03, musee-contrefacon.com. Open Monday-Saturday 2pm-5:30pm. Admission is 6 EUR per person for adults and 5 EUR for students and seniors.

11. Promenade Planteé (Coulée verte René-Dumont)

This tree-lined walkway is a greenbelt that extends almost 5km along the old Vincennes railway line. The railway line ceased functioning in 1969, with the park being inaugurated a few decades afterward. Until New York built their High Line, it was the only elevated park in the entire world. (And, honestly, this is way nicer the the NYC High Line). You’ll find lots of trees, flowers, ponds, and places to sit along this long path that stretches from Bastile to the edge of Paris. It’s al ong really easy and beautiful walk. You won’t find many people here. Even on a nice day, it’s rather empty. It quickly became one of my favorite things to do in Paris and I can’t recommend coming here enough!

1 Coulée verte René-Dumont (12th arrondissement). Open daily from 8am-9:30pm. Admission is free.

12. Canal Saint-Martin

Stretching 4.5km, the Canal Saint-Martin is a man-made waterway commissioned by Napoleon. Construction finished in 1825, connecting the Canal de l’Ourcq to the Seine via both above ground locks and underground tunnels. While not any secret spot (on a nice day, you’ll find the canal lined with people), it’s mostly a spot for locals who want to have a picnic and relax. So, say no to the Siene, and come have your outdoor picnic along the canal. It’s more relaxing and there will be fewer people!

The canal starts at Place de Stalingrad and ends at Quai de la Râpée. Canal cruises last 2.5 hours and cost around 16 EUR per person.

13. Museé de Montmartre

Founded in 1960, this museum is located throughout two building that date back to the 17th century. Over the years, the buildings were home to many famous writers and painters. The gardens of the museum were actually renovated to look more like the gardens in Renoir’s paintings (there is also a vineyard nearby that dates back to the Middle Ages but it makes horrible wine). The museum’s permanent collection includes a wide variety of paintings, posters, and drawings.

12 Rue Cortot, +33 1 49 25 89 39, museedemontmartre.fr/en/le-musee. Open daily from 10am-6pm (7pm in the summer). Admission is 12 EUR for adults, which includes an audio guide. Discounts are available for students, children, and persons with disabilities.

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While the main sights in Paris are always worth checking out, but if you want to be more than a tourist and develop a greater appreciation for the City of Light’s unique and complex history, visit these unconventional and unusual attractions in Paris.

Book Your Trip to Paris: Logistical Tips and Tricks

Book Your Flight Find a cheap flight by using Skyscanner or Momondo. They are my two favorite search engines because they search websites and airlines around the globe so you always know no stone is left unturned.

Book Your Accommodation You can book your hostel with Hostelworld. If you want to stay somewhere other than a hostel, use Booking.com as they consistently return the cheapest rates for guesthouses and cheap hotels. I use them all the time. Some of my favorite places to stay in Paris are:

St. Christopher’s Canal – Comfy spot on the canal. During the summer months, the terrace is hopping!

3 Ducks Hostel – This hostel has one of the cheapest bars in the city, and it’s just a 10-minute walk to the Eiffel Tower.

Les Piaules – Fantastic chimney lounge, a cool bar, and a rooftop space. It’s a great place to meet people!

Don’t Forget Travel Insurance Travel insurance will protect you against illness, injury, theft, and cancellations. It’s comprehensive protection in case anything goes wrong. I never go on a trip without it as I’ve had to use it many times in the past. I’ve been using World Nomads for ten years. My favorite companies that offer the best service and value are:

World Nomads (for everyone below 70)

Insure My Trip (for those over 70)

Looking for the best companies to save money with? Check out my resource page for the best companies to use when you travel! I list all the ones I use to save money when I travel – and I think will help you too!

Looking for more information on visiting Paris? Check out my in-depth destination guide to Paris with more tips on what to see, do, costs, ways to save, and much, much more!

Photo credit: 4 – Adrian Grycuk, 5, 8 – Guilhem Vellut, 6 – Jim Linwood, 9 – Joanna Penn, 10 – Son of Groucho, 12 – PPun, 13 – advencap, 15 – Museé de Montmartre

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Domestic! Seongwoo

Another Domestic! Idol request! I’m hopeful this turns out well; it’s been awhile since I did Daniel’s! Like his, this will have the same headers (minus pets), so let’s get started! If you didn’t catch my Daniel one (it’s linked at the bottom), this is based on living together.

Morning routine:

Wakes up before you almost every morning just to get his fill of you before the day begins

You soon learned to set an earlier alarm because Seongwoo is the clingiest when he first wakes up

Lots of kisses and cuddling

Will even get up following you across the bed so he doesn’t have to let you go yet

More kisses as you work your way around the room to get organised for the day

Claims the extra attention in the morning is because he has to make up for all the hours you slept, but really he just cannot get enough of you

Reluctantly parts for you to get ready, though sometimes you share a shower because he can’t wait to be with you again

Because saving water is a good thing, okay

And it’s always platonic; the shower literally isn’t big enough for the two of you anyways

That’s what the bathtub is for

Makes sure you always eat breakfast together

“We’re starting out the day right this way.”

Chores:

Seongwoo isn’t really thrilled to clean

Who is? Hwang Minhyun

And he is kind of hopeless with it too? Like how he survived without you all this time, you still cannot understand

It’s not like he’s playing you either, he literally doesn’t grasp the concept of a washing machine at all

No matter how many times you show him, he always does something with the settings to throw it off

HATES dishes, and if you make him do them, he’ll just stand there moping and doing a really bad job

Or worse, just conveniently “forgets” them and you find the sink full when you get home later on

Can be the cause of arguments

And somehow you’ve just adjusted to doing more than your share too, because even bribery or threats don’t work

But now and then you’ll come home and find the entire house somewhat in a better shape than it was beforehand

And it’s not because he’s enlisted the help of Minhyun

Though sometimes he’d love to

He just felt like tidying up so you could spend more time with him

And he always wonders why he doesn’t help more, because now he’s gained an entire hour with you

But overall, old habits die hard and he’s back to not really pulling his share again, don’t get your hopes up

Cooking/Food:

Now you’re speaking his favourite language, anything with food involved and you have his full attention

Loves watching you cook

Loves helping you getting in the way cook

Baking is a regular thing, but also brings out his impatient side (check out Baking with Ong Seongwoo here)

Insists that all meals must be shared together as much as they can be, and there always seems to be something magical about sitting down together for dinner, discussing your day and just endless smiles at each other

Grocery day is his favourite day of the week

It’s the one you dread the most, every plan you always come up with failing

He loves putting in all the foods off the list, and you feel like you’re dealing with a child, having to tell him no and to put it back all the time

I mean, why would you possibly need five boxes of ramen when you hardly eat ramen at home?

Always bribes you with chocolate, so now he has two boxes of ramen

But hey, your chocolate is in there too

Being fed well, or knowing he’s about to be always makes his skinship increase

Like he’s got to show you physically how appreciative he is that you make delicious food for you both to enjoy

FOOD KISSES – check out for more about this HERE

Downsides to living together:

You both bicker more than when you lived apart

But most of the fights are trivial and you can get passed them easily

Cleaning is always one sided

And Seongwoo doesn’t like that you choose to sometimes spend your down time alone when he’s home, bringing out his more attention seeking mannerisms

But to be honest, living together works better for your relationship overall, because you see more of one another now

Errands/Schedule:

Is a little lost if you ask too much of him in one go

If you get him to just do one errand at a time, you bet he’s going to pump through that with the best intentions, but five all at once will be too overwhelming for him

And he’ll generally always forget something

Usually the most important thing that you stressed five times was needed to be done today, oops (best to just do those ones yourself)

You tried using an app on your phone that would show your schedule and the errands of the week, but Seongwoo always forgets about it, frustrating you a little when he asks why he wasn’t told of something

“If you just checked the app, you would have known I had the dentist today and would be late.”

“Couldn’t you just text me so I’d not think you’ve been kidnapped or something?”

“For someone so worried about me being missing, you’re looking pretty relaxed there eating those cookies.”

“I was stress eating them, okay?!”

The type of guy that does well if you set reminders on his phone to blare at him, as opposed to putting in the effort to check for himself

Hence why you both have a very open mobile phone policy, just so you can make his life easier

And for some reason this doesn’t seem like extra work for you at all, just wanting to help him be more efficient too

Night routine:

Weekly masks together (he eats the ingredients as you make them)

Cuddle down time watching tv or movies

Assists you when getting changed into your pjs sometimes, not in a sexual manner, but more so because he loves helping you be comfortable out of your work clothes

Loves being able to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings to you

Literally, sweet nothings like, “did you know that strawberries are on special this week?”

“Ong Seongwoo!”

“What, fruit is an important part of a well balanced diet!”

Your sofa’s throw cushions had done more beating in their lives than they were designed for

And he loves riling you up, because it makes him so happy seeing you all flushed and annoyed with him, often leading to kissing you until you beg him to stop and let you breathe from all the laughter

Playful conversations and touches

Drags you off to bed complaining he’s exhausted and wants to sleep with you in his arms

Proceeds to talk and play around with you for another hour before you’re whining at him to let you rest

Insists you lay with your head over his chest every night

“So you can fall asleep to the beat of our love.”

Cheesy as, but it works every time

Downtime:

When Seongwoo is home, he expects to spend as much time together doing whatever you both want to do

Meaning, he wants to be together, always

Loves day trips out so you can take photos of each other

Staying home and taking photos of you in the weirdest positions, like cleaning out the oven

Clings to you as much as he can

Tired days where all you do is snuggle on the sofa encircled with junk food and good entertainment to recover from the daily grind

Can be really dramatic towards you, likes giving you frights

Especially when he feels your own individual hobbies are taking away from his “couple time”

Most of your free hours together aren’t super productive, that’s for the rest of your week

Almost like a healing experience every time, and you admit that even if you didn’t quite finish that book you were aiming to have done this week, that seeing Seongwoo laugh so much had been the best way to spend your time

You didn’t need to revel in some other world, when you had a perfectly amazing one to enjoy at his side

Arguments:

You naturally both bicker a lot, but it’s never something substantial

It also spices up life, both having an element to your relationship of finding the other irresistible when worked up

A couple of times a year you have big blowouts, and they can be pretty explosive

But it doesn’t hinder the flow of life together because as expressive as they are at the time, you both work to solve any issues you may face promptly

Seongwoo does get bitter and jealous easily, but these don’t really cause too many arguments, just him demanding more of your attention, and your body, if you get me

Finances:

Spends more than you do

Likes to shower you in gifts, but anything that’s needed for the household always seems to come out of your account

The washing basket? You bought it

The new vacuum? Why would it make sense to both buy that when he hardly uses it?

But since the apartment is still under Seongwoo’s name and he pays the rent, you don’t complain too much

And you tried to make things more equal, even suggesting to open a bank account together, but he refused, liking the way it is right now

Which is why you’ve been the one saving up on the side, putting the money you used to spend on rent away for a rainy day

Knowing Seongwoo wouldn’t plan that far ahead, always wanting to live the most impacting life in the present with you

But he didn’t discredit a future with you either, it was a given in his mind

He didn’t put weight into planning ahead with you, because he just knew everything would fall into place, much like you had into his world

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Other Wanna One members in this series: Daniel

Other scenarios to match in with this: Different Kisses with Ong Seongwoo

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Ennichi Festival

My Hero Academia © Horikoshi

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This is an omake from the fanfiction Hail Friendship!

Time frame: First semester.

Ennichi Festival

I yawned in my seat, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“Eh? Sleepy?” Ochaco asked, taking her seat beside me.

“Mm. I guess. I had to stay up late last night.” “Huh? How come?”

“My aunties came over last night to adjust my yukata, but they ended up making a new one. I had to stay up last night while they took measurements, and fussed over it. I didn’t get to bed until three and then I had to get up at four to help with farmwork.” I gave another big yawn, resting my head on my desk.

Ochaco reached over and rubbed my back. “Sounds rough. How come you need a yukata?”

“Ah? Oh for the Ennichi Festival tonight—”

“Eh?!” Ochaco’s voice switched several octaves higher than usual as she squealed. “The Ennichi Festival is tonight?! Oh my gosh, thank goodness I got my paycheck. Oh I can’t wait to go. So you’re going, too?”

“Yeah, Sho-chan asked to go see the fireworks together,” I answered her.

Ochaco squealed again, grabbing her cheeks. “Oh my gosh it’s a date!”

“It’s not a date,” I corrected her tiredly. “Ugh. I need coffee.”

Despite my insistence it was not a date Ochaco kept giving me a sly look, with my only reprieve when she went to go tell Toru about the festival outside of class. Even after the rest of our friends arrived and classes started she still occasionally shot me a smug smile.

As soon as classes ended that day I hurried home before she could tease me further.

Momo’s perspective, before class

Momo heard Ochaco and Toru shouting excitedly outside of the classroom. Curious, she approached them (wearing her standard gentle smile) and inquired, “Uraraka-san, Hagakure-san, you both seem very excited. What are you girls going on about?”

“Ah, Yaoyorozu-san!” Toru chirped. “I visited a shrine and there was a sign about the Ennichi festival that’s happening this evening.”

“Ennichi?” Momo repeated slowly. “It must be a shrine that is directly related to the religion of Shinto or Buddhism. They perform a special ritual there where food is offered. I apologize, I didn’t know Hagakure-san was so deeply spiritual.”

“No, to me Ennichi is all about the celebration and not so much the religion.”

“Celebration?” Momo tilted her head in confusion. “But the festival should be all about preserving and continuing the tradition of remembering Buddha.”

“Goodness, that’s just wro-o-ong!” Toru cried out.

Ochaco added, “Yaoyorozu-san you’re way too serious about the history. You’ve got to be more open-minded.”

“Yeah, our view of Ennichi festival is all about the fantastic food stalls. Okonomiyaki, yakisoba, you can feast on them all and be glad about it!”

“Ah, so that’s what Ennichi festival is all about,” Momo concluded, believing she understood now.

“It’s good that you get it, do you want to come with us?” Ochaco offered, grinning hugely.

Momo’s brow furrowed and she looked away. “I’m sorry, but I’ll have to exclude myself from this get together. I don’t think I have the opportunity to go this time around.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“Eh? But it’ll be so much fun,” Toru whined.

Momo shook her head regretfully. “My mother definitely wouldn’t allow it. She told me not to bother with the sweets and snacks the festival sells, because real dessert specialists can make better stuff than those unhealthy sweets. And also because you’re bound to get sick from festival food.”

“Your mom antagonizes the festival too much,” Toru told her. “I think she made all the stall owners her enemy. Just throw back a bit and enjoy!”

“Enjoy?”

Ochaco frowned. “Um, Yaoyorozu-san, could it be that you have never been to the festival before?”

“No. Ever since I was a child I was told by my mother that it is not necessary to go.”

“WHAT A WASTE!” Ochaco and Toru cried out, genuinely upset by such horror.

Ochaco was quick to follow up with, “How could you miss such a fun and tasty event?”

“Really! You do know that it’s such a fun place, right? This festival is the essence of the Japanese spirit. It’s the heart. As a girl, there’s no way you can pass this chance to go.”

“Oh…”

“Ah, Hagakure-san, let’s stop pushing her,” Ochaco said quietly, looking over at Momo’s conflicted expression. “Yaoyorozu-san should have the right to decide for herself. It’s her own choice whether or not to go. Yaoyorozu-san we’re sorry if we made you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s okay,” Momo reassured them, her expression still conflicted as she thought about their previous statements.

Toru and Ochaco gave her bright smiles before taking their leave, deciding to invite the other girls in class. Momo watched them leave, wondering what she should do.

‘The Ennichi must actually be really fun,’ she thought to herself.

Later that night

‘I-I can’t believe I came here by myself,’ Momo thought worriedly to herself. She stood at the entrance of the festival, anxiously shifting her weight as she tried to work up the nerve to go in.

A part of her was thrilled—the festival seemed so exciting!—but another part of her was terrified of what her mother would say if she found out.

“Huh? Momo-chan?”

Momo looked over nervously at the voice, relieved to find that it belonged to one of her classmates, Kiyomi. The class rep had dressed up in a stylish red yukata, her hair swept up in a neat bun with a few curls poking out. Momo thought she looked cute in that, and seeing Kiyomi smile brightly at her made her reflexively smile back.

It was hard not to smile back at Kiyomi.

Momo waved at Kiyomi, not surprised to find Shōto—in casual clothes which seemed lackluster in comparison to how much Kiyomi had dressed up—beside her and holding her hand. “Hi.”

Kiyomi’s eyes brightened. “You look so adorable, Momo-chan! That yukata really suits you.”

Momo blushed, looking down at her own dark blue yukata. It was something she had made on the fly, so she wasn’t certain it was up to the standards of everyone else. It felt nice to be complimented on it, though.

Kiyomi nudged Shōto. “Doesn’t she look pretty, Sho-chan?”

Shōto looked over at her. “You look very nice, Yaoyorozu-san.”

Momo gave a small giggle at that. “Thank you both. Are you here on a date?”

“Mn-mn!” Kiyomi denied, shaking her head. “Sho-chan and I are here mostly for the fireworks. Did you come by yourself?”

“Oh, um, actually, yes,” Momo admitted shyly. “I—I have never been to a festival, so, I, um.” The young heiress couldn’t resist fidgeting anxiously with the end of her sleeves.

Kiyomi approached Momo, taking one of her hands and intertwining her fingers. “Then why don’t you spend the night with us? The fireworks won’t happen for a while longer, and we can show you around the festival.” “Oh, I couldn’t impose—”

Kiyomi gave Momo’s hand a squeeze, her gaze softening. At times Momo felt like Kiyomi acted like a mother when she looked at others with that gaze. Her eyes sometimes appeared to belong to someone older, but still kind. “I insist.”

Momo relaxed minutely under that look, giving a relieved smile. “Thank you.”

“Mn! Don’t mention it,” Kiyomi said, holding out her other hand for Shōto to take it. Her childhood friend obliged, and the three of them began their journey into the festival.

Kiyomi swung their hands back and forth for a bit a she guided them towards the first booth. “Hehe! First thing’s first and that’s food.”

Momo’s expression momentarily clouded, recalling that her mother would detest her eating such “junk food” as she would call it. Kiyomi ordered three takoyakis and handed them to Momo and Shōto before keeping one for herself.

Momo automatically accepted the food, even as she reluctantly stared at it. Kiyomi seemed to be thoroughly enjoying hers—she was already nearly finished devouring it and was trying to steal some from Shōto who swatted her hand away with habitual ease.

When she noticed that Momo had touched any of her own food, however, she looked over at her with concern. “Momo-chan? Are you allergic?”

“Ah, no,” Momo responded, biting on her bottom lip for a brief moment. “My mother wouldn’t like me eating this kind of stuff.”

“Hmm,” Kiyomi hummed. “Well, sometimes what mothers don’t know won’t hurt them.”

Momo gave her a scandalized look. “But—”

“Go on, give it a try. It’s your first festival, you have to try all the food,” Kiyomi insisted, a gleam in her eyes. Under Kiyomi’s encouragement Momo took a tentative bite.

Momo’s eyes widened. “Oh my! This is actually really good.”

“Ri-ight? Festival food is always the best. 50-50 chance you’ll get sick later, but it’s completely worth it,” Kiyomi said cheerfully.

Shōto wrinkled his nose at that. “You’re not the one holding back hair.”

“And thank you in advance for that,” Kiyomi giggled, playfully nudging Shōto. She also tried to swipe his last takoyaki but he quickly popped it in his mouth before she could do so. “How rude!”

“I will buy you another one if you stop trying to steal from me.”

“But stolen food tastes so much better!”

Momo giggled at Shōto’s exasperated expression. Kiyomi stuck her tongue out before her face brightened. “Let’s try all the food now!”

“Okay,” Momo agreed, curious and excited to see what else might taste as good as takoyaki. Kiyomi held Momo and Shōto’s hands as they went to each food stall, and without fail she continuously tried (and never succeeded) to steal food from Shōto. It was entertaining for Momo to watch, finding their friendly banter and relaxed demeanour calming. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been incredibly nervous about coming to the festival on her own, but she was genuinely glad she had.

Near the end of the food stalls the trio took a seat at one of the benches. Momo rubbed at her stomach, letting out a content sigh. “All of that food was really great.”

“Mm-hmm,” Kiyomi agreed, leaning heavily on Shōto and sighing. “I could eat festival food my entire life.”

“You’d get sick of it after a week,” Shōto corrected her.

“Don’t be a stick in the mud.”

He reached over and tugged on her hair, eliciting an mock glower.

“Oh!”

The trio looked up to find Ochaco and Toru from their class heading over to them with their arms filled with food. Both girls were dressed in cute yukatas, with Ochaco wearing a pale pink and Toru a baby blue.

“Yaoyorozu-san, you made it,” Ochaco said cheerfully. “How do you like it?”

“It’s a lot of fun,” Momo admitted with a smile. “Kiyo-chan and Todoroki-kun have been showing me around.”

“If we knew you were coming we would have waited for you,” Toru exclaimed. “Where else have you been? Did you see the games yet?”

“Oh not yet.”

“You have to come with us,” Ochaco said, grabbing Momo’s hand. It was impressive she was managing to hold all her food with one arm. She looked over at Kiyomi and gave the pinkette a wink.

Momo found it odd that Kiyomi’s cheeks turned red and she looked away with a huff.

Toru, catching Ochaco’s hint, grabbed Momo’s other hand. “Yeah, c’mon. Let’s eat together over here.”

Momo smiled at that, happy that her classmates wanted to spend time with her. She felt bad about simply leaving Kiyomi and Shōto, however, since both were kind of enough to be her escorts. She looked back over at them. “Oh, I don’t mean to simply leave—”

“It’s okay, as long as you have fun,” Kiyomi reassured her with a smile. “Text me before you leave and I’ll walk you home, okay?”

“Thank you!” Momo responded, sincerely grateful for that offer. With a big smile on her face she allowed Ochaco and Toru to drag her off for more food and to play games.

It was truly a wonderful and memorable night for Momo.

Kiyomi watched the trio leave before she looked back over at Shōto and gave him a soft smile. “You want to go find a spot for the fireworks now?”

“Yeah,” Shōto said. “Can you get us up there?” Shōto pointed towards one of the hills by the shrine.

Kiyomi took his hand and with ease she teleported both of them atop the hill in one of the trees. She took a seat on the sturdy branch, Shōto following suit. Their hands rested in her lap where she played with their fingers as they patiently waited for the fireworks.

Neither felt the need to break the comfortable silence. The weather was nice, the sky was clear, and the fireworks would be starting shortly.

“Kiyo-chan?” Shōto asked.

“Mn?”

He looked down at their hands, his brow furrowed. “You look very nice, too. Nicer than… than others.”

Kiyomi giggled at that. “Thank you, Sho-chan.”

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but the fireworks started and their attention was drawn up towards the sky.

They always watched fireworks together, after all.

And at the end of the night Kiyomi did what she always did after they would watch fireworks. She leaned over and kissed Shōto’s cheek goodnight and said, “Thank you for taking me to see the fireworks.”

“Always,” Shōto promised her.

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