#might as well. bring an extra copy

[serafilms]

song 25! hope ur ok (olivia rodrigo) + jason todd requested by @feralsecondchild (spotify wrapped event)

but god, i hope that you’re happier today, ‘cause i love you, and i hope that you’re okay

There was a boy you knew once when you were young.

His name was Jason, you recall. Jason Peter Todd. He was your best friend.

You first met him at ten years old. At that age, you had only just begun to grasp the idea that there were horrors in the world, so when you wandered into the wrong side of town on your way home from school, you were an easy target. Or you would have been, if a boy with jet black hair and pale blue eyes hadn’t dragged you away to his hideout. You kicked and almost screamed until he whispered his name and a promise that he was helping you.

Jason was scrawny and malnourished, but where any older or more condescending of a person might have pitied him, you were in awe. With a crowbar clutched in his hand and eyes alert, he looked brave to you. And you told him as much, vowing to bring him gifts as often as you could to show your gratitude.

He told you you were stupid, but he still escorted you out of town and was the first (and thankfully, only) one to greet you when you returned the next week. You’d snuck in an extra two fancy sandwiches your mother had mass made and put in the fridge because you thought he’d like to try some, and brought along your homework, because you needed to do your homework.

Jason was interested by both, apparently, and you decided from there on out that it was your sworn duty to bring this boy food and an education every few days. It was probably a miracle you made it out of there unscathed every time, you think now. But you loved those days.

You’d read with him, and laugh with him, and cry to him, and eventually he opened up enough to cry to you too. Your heart broke as his eyes filled with tears, and that was the first time you realised how cruel the world could sometimes be.

Then, a day after your twelfth birthday, he disappeared. Some old items remained, but his most personal belongings were gone, including the copy of a book you’d given him.

“Jason?” you whispered to the air. There was no reply, and you left with nothing in your heart but worry and disappointment.

It was a few months later when you saw him again, looking completely different but entirely the same, and his name left your lips for the first time since the night you’d found him gone.

He was here, at Gotham Academy, your school, wearing your uniform.

“Jason?”

He turned and looked afraid for a moment, but your face broke out into a smile and so did his, and he spoke your name before you ran and tackled him in a hug.

“You’re here,” you exclaimed, “but how?”

He’d been adopted by Bruce Wayne, he told you (“Bruce Wayne!” you cried, envious and excited all at once) and now he was doing better and he was enrolled at Gotham Academy.

That meant that you spent almost single day together, in much the same way you used to, but this time in a much better situation. It didn’t bother you much that Jason couldn’t stay long after school. You figured he had a lot to deal with adjusting to this new life and a new father figure.

When you got a little older, though, you started to find it strange. He was awake at odd hours of the night, but sometimes wouldn’t text you back for hours. He’d show up to school with bruises and you began to worry. He assured you he was fine and even invited you to Wayne Manor to prove it, an invitation you accepted in part to ensure your peace of mind and in part because you just really wanted to see where Bruce Wayne lived.

“You must be Y/N,” Bruce Wayne said, greeting you. He was intimidating, with a large stature and something in his eyes that told you not to mess with him, but when you shakily greeted him, he laughed and you realised that he wasn’t all that bad.

You were well received by Alfred as well, and Jason seemed very pleased by the whole afternoon, but wouldn’t tell you why.

Then at fifteen, on the eve of your 16th birthday, Jason Peter Todd was declared declared.

You cried more than you’d ever cried in your life. Your parents didn’t really know how to comfort you. They didn’t understand the depth of your connection with Jason, since you’d neglected to tell them about the two years before he joined your school. Bruce Wayne delivered the news in person, his eyes tired. His tears had dried out. When yours did eventually did, you weren’t tired, but angry.

How could this happen to him? To Jason, the best person you’d ever known? He deserved better. You couldn’t believe it. It couldn’t be true.

“I held him in my arms,” Bruce told you. “He’s gone.”

That was when you decided that there was no more good in the world.

But sometimes you would dream of a boy, with a hair and face just like Jason’s, waking from a deep sleep, or wandering around, lost. He looks just like your Jason, but his eyes are darker, a startling shade of green.

You would hear a call of your name in the night, in a voice that sounded exactly like his, and look around in a panic only to find nobody there.

A manifestation of your grief, said the psychologist your parents made you see. “It’ll get better.”

It did, for the most part. You don’t hear his voice anymore, except occasionally in your dreams. You rarely dream of him, but in your sleep you sometimes see a man who looks eerily like what you imagine he’d look like now if he had lived. You tell yourself it’s just a face you’ve seen on the street, just a stranger who looks similar. Your Jason had blue eyes.

You try not to think about him as much, but sometimes, you whisper his name into the wind, just to hear it out loud and remember how the syllables feel on your tongue. You send all your well wishes and prayers along with it. You feel like you still don't know what happened to the little boy with eyes of salt, but you hope that wherever he is, he's okay.

a/n: it’s almost 3am here but i totally fixated on this fic and needed to finish it bc i love this song sm and it made me sad and i just felt so good writing this???? anyways stream hope ur ok it samples the atla avatars love song at the end and i listen to it every time i need to sleep

update: read the sequel here!!!!

[httpknjoon]

(re)starting over again | kth; 11

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 2.8k

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | taehyung x reader

warning/s | -

note | AAAAND WE'RE BACK! it's been a month since the last update! consider this as a new season for mc and tae :)) u might find this chapter a little fast-paced or not idk.. let me know ur thoughts! enjoy reading <;3 ps. sorry for the errors!

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A couple of years passed, two to be exact, and a lot of things happened. The bakery became more crowded. It was renovated and had a larger space instead of moving the entire bakery to another place. They began hiring extra help, usually part-time working students who used to be customers in the shop too. 

Also, turns out that Jimin has a kid. Taehyung met Jihoon just a week after his best friend learned about his existence. Jihoon is a carbon copy of his dad, Taehyung thought. His eyes disappear when he smiles. Now, they have a little baker running around the kitchen usually on weekends.

Aside from those changes, Taehyung now lives in a studio apartment just a five-minute walk away from the bakery. He moved in just weeks after you left. The said apartment is not that big, just enough for him to rest in after work. Jimin commented that he treats that place like a hotel since Taehyung didn’t really personalize it to make the ambiance like a home. The whole place was plain, not even considered minimalist. Just plain. The walls were untouched. It was off-white when Taehyung came and it remains the same now. He didn’t really bother to invest anything in the place.

The house you two bought and lived in is still being taken care of. By him. Taehyung cleans up there once a week, just in case you reach out to visit home again and maybe talk about what to do with it. And when he feels like it, which is almost rare, he sleeps on the couch in the living room. He never really entered the guest room, which became your bedroom after the accident, except the time he got home after Jisoo and Namjoon’s wedding. That room was spotless, just like how you left it. The only things you left that night were on your vanity table; your house keys, the vintage pearl ring he bought you back in the flea market, and a folded paper.

The letter says, “Feel at home, this house is yours too. Paint the walls with the colors you like, buy new furniture, and fill the frames with new memories. Just please don’t sell it. I’ll try to reach out as soon as I can. For now, live the last years you missed.”

He never painted the walls with another color as he found the shade of blue that spreads around the house perfect. He never bought any furniture and still kept the same ones you had. He thought it fit the theme of the house and his preference. And yes, the picture frames show the same photos they originally had. It felt home that way for him. But he chose to move to the apartment because he always felt like he was missing something. The house is cozy and comfortable. But whenever he tries to lie on supposedly his bed, it feels empty. Once, he tried playing jazz music around the house, but it just got lonelier so he turned it off and just continued cleaning.

But he did try to keep up and look back at the things he forgot through his friends and the things he found at the house. Jimin, Namjoon, and sometimes Jisoo were patient with his questions. Jisoo, your best friend, was understandably distant from him at first after you went away. But she adds details to the stories Namjoon tells and later, became amiable with him. Jimin’s mom still looks after him and brings him food when she visits the city. There were a few times she mentioned Taehyung’s mother but he didn’t really care about her. So he ignores it.

“You know, you’re a handsome man. Don’t you have any lady?”

One of their common customer, a man in his seventies once asked him. It was not the first time someone asked him such a thing. He always shakes his head with a smile as an answer. It would lead later with an offer to meet someone they know. Taehyung would shyly and kindly decline these offers, saying he really doesn’t feel like dating for now. It’s true. The idea of him dating someone else felt wrong. It was like his own body rejected the idea as he felt uneasy with that thought.

“So, it’s that time of the year.”

Taehyung was pulling his third pan of cheesecake out of the hot oven with his oven gloves when he heard Ava, their longtime part-time staff, say that. She sounded amused but not surprised. He looked up and saw her leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed. She had a smug smile on her face. 

“I swear, you should just declare this particular day as Cheesecake and Banana Bread Day just to make it official,” she added, teasing.

Taehyung looked at her, unimpressed, “It’s selling. In fact, my cheesecakes are one of our best sellers here… What are you doing here anyway? Go back to the front.”

He scolds her, she just rolled her eyes, unbothered.  Ava was one of the students who knew Taehyung even before his accident. She went from being a loyal customer to a reliable staff of the shop. She has been enjoying the pastries in the shop ever since she was twelve and now, sixteen, she also enjoys getting into small banters with her older bosses. She is usually candid, and not shy to share her thoughts. Taehyung sees her as a little sister most time.

Given that she began working here after you left, Ava doesn’t really have an idea why Taehyung bakes a few batches of cheesecake and banana loaves on this specific date. She doesn’t know you and that you are celebrating your birthday today. Taehyung learned about that fact after his phone notified him weeks after you went. Since then, he has baked your favorites on your special day. 

It’s the third time now. It’s probably a slim chance but he hoped to see you around the bakeshop, enjoying pastries. But so far, he hasn’t seen you around. In fact, he hadn’t even heard from you ever since that night. He thought he saw you a year ago in the subway when he came to Incheon to go sightseeing, but he lost you before he could take a second glance. He didn’t know where you moved since he respects your space but he wondered if you really moved that far. He wonders about you every now and then. 

Jisoo posted a short clip in her Instagram Stories months ago. It’s just a clip of a long trail and he swore he heard you in the background noise of that clip, telling your best friend how tired you are from hiking. Then, the clip ended.

“Not because it’s best selling you would make a ton of it. It’s something about demand and supply– I don’t know,” she conceded, breaking Taehyung’s train of thought. “Anyway, I’m here because someone called on the phone, asking for you.”

Taehyung’s heart stopped for a second. His hopes almost blasted out of his soul but he tried to stay calm before asking Ava, “Who is it?”

“I don’t know. But it’s a woman. They said they want to specifically talk to you.” she replied, unaware that the man in front of him was holding his breath. She continued, “They are actually waiting on call right now.”

Taehyung almost sprinted to the front desk of the shop. Still in his mint green oven gloves, he reached for the telephone. His heart is beating fast while his gut is twisting tight. He paused when he realized he had nothing to say. He doesn’t know what to say if it’s you. Are you going to talk about the house? Should he greet you with Happy Birthday first and offer you your favorite cheesecake? Maybe you won’t like– Stop.

Taehyung took a deep breath before exhaling. He spoke, “Hello, this is Kim Taehyung, co-owner of The Sweet Spot. How can I help you?”

“Oh, hi.” 

His heart dropped. Okay, relax. He told himself. It’s not you.

There were nights when Taehyung would find himself awake. And tonight is one of those nights. He just lay on his bed, staring at the blank ceiling. He always had trouble falling asleep, maybe a side effect of his accident. He doesn’t know anymore. But he knows that it makes his head go crazy with random thoughts when times like this happen. And now, he thought of something.

That’s when he picked up his phone and keys, along with his coat. He drove away from his apartment. 

The bell above the door rang when he entered the convenience store to pick up a few beers and chips. His cold hands stayed in his coat’s pockets as he looked around the store, waiting for the clerk to scan his stuff. Just when the worker was about to say the prince, the bell clung again.

“No, wait. I’m just really hungry. Wait for me… Yes, I have money here.”

Everything went quiet and suddenly all that he could hear was that voice. Your voice. He’s sure of that. He looked back and saw a woman’s back going into one of the aisles. His heart raced once again. You’re here?

“Dude, you okay?” the tired clerk asked, looking at him with heavy bags under his eyes.

Taehyung looked at him, and broke out of his headspace, “Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry.”

He pulled out his cash and paid. He can still hear your voice like you were talking with someone on your phone.

“Do you want anything– Oh, the honey-butter chips I want ran out of stock.”

Taehyung looked at the chips in his hand. He looked at the clerk who also looked at him like they understood each other without saying anything. Taehyung placed the chip back on the counter.

“Just give this to the girl,” he whispered before turning his back.

He didn’t look back. A cool blow of wind brushed on his face when he walked out the door. For a second, he inhaled and exhaled again to calm his nerves. He got in his car, putting the pack of beer on the other seat. As he started the car, his eyes landed on the side mirror. 

Yes, it’s you. Definitely.

You just walked out of the same store, still on your phone, as you walked away grinning with your honey butter chips. You walked on the other end of the pathwalk. Taehyung pursed his lips and drove away.

His lips remained sealed but his head was exploding with questions. That was the closest he had seen you since the night you said goodbye. How are you? Why are you in the city? Did you live around here? It can’t be. Jisoo told him you left the hospital you used to work at. 

Instead of driving back to his apartment, Taehyung ended up parking in front of your deserted house. He had his beer with him as he turned the key on the doorknob. He stepped into the said home feeling colder even though he still hadn’t removed his coat.  He placed the drink on the center table in the living room and plugged in the TV for background noise. He put on a random show, which happens to be FRIENDS. 

Opening a can, he sat on the couch, pulling a couple of books he left under the same table. Photo albums and scrapbooks. You never told him such things exist in here, he just found them after cleaning around the house. It was personalized by you and him. He could tell by the design and handwritten captions. 

Almost everything was documented through photos and other knick knacks like receipts from a movie you two saw together. Browsing through the pages of it, it felt like looking at other people’s relationships even though he was in the photos himself. In one of the photos, he saw himself with a camera. He didn’t even know he had one. He tried searching around the house for it but he never found it. 

You had more solo portraits in the said books than him. He figured out why. Maybe he really loved capturing you as his subject. You looked the same in every picture: happy and in love. Most of your pictures were candid, taken without you knowing. Then, a handwritten date by him will be seen below it. Each photo was adorable. Some are just random ones. You were brushing your teeth or showing off your colorful scrubs (which was written in the caption: BOUGHT HER YELLOW DUCKIES SCRUBS I THINK SHE LIKES IT).

Taehyung spend his sleepless nights like this, looking back at what he missed. He read through articles before that the possibility of getting his memories back is a hit or miss. So he learned to just go on and maybe accept how things became. He tries to move forward at the same time he tries to look back. It’s quite confusing sometimes.

IT’S HER… I’M SURE 

That was the caption in one photo of you dating just weeks after you two moved into this house. In the picture, your back was turned as you sat in front of your vanity table. You can be seen fixing your hair while looking at your reflection. Taehyung’s eyebrow raised with the caption. He wondered what it meant. He turned the page to the next one but was greeted with nothing but a blank page. Turns out, that was the most recent one.

“The main branch of their restaurant is somewhere in Incheon. I’ll send you the address after the call.” 

Taehyung listened to Jimin through a loudspeaker call. His hair is still damp from a shower. Standing in front of the mirror, he compares two coats that would suit the rest of his outfit. He felt the need to look presentable tonight.

“You will meet the owner herself, Ashley. She said you can just introduce yourself to the host and he’ll lead you to your table… Ava kept the samples in the shop. She said she put them in different Tupperware so you can spot it right away.” Jimin instructed.

“Okay, okay.”

He heard his best friend sigh on the other line, “I’m sorry for the short notice, Tae. I totally forgot Jihoon will be staying with me tonight.”

Tonight, Taehyung will be meeting a special client. It’s the one who called a couple of weeks ago, during your birthday. it‘s a big restaurant that is planning to put the bakeshop’s products on their menu for dessert. Specifically, the cakes. The head chef was the one who brought up their product to the owner, whom he will meet now. Jimin initially agreed to meet the said client but his co-parenting schedule had some shifts. Just an hour ago, Taehyung learned he’d be the one meeting the client. It’s not like he had plans anyway. So, he immediately prepared himself.

After picking the clothes, Taehyung blow-dried and brushed his hair. His best friend sent the main address minutes later and so he left his apartment. He first drove by the shop, which closed a little earlier today. A lot of cakes were made for sample. It includes Jimin’s Carrot Cake, his own cheesecake, and six other more. Taehyung left with a brown bag of the samples.

His fingers tapped with the beat of the song playing on the radio as he drove his way to the restaurant. It was a peaceful night on the road. 

This will be the first time Taehyung will be going back to Incheon since that time he went sightseeing. He stayed there for just three days before, it was days after his phone notified him about your supposedly fifth anniversary. His emotions were all over the place because of the aftermath and the demanding work in the bakeshop around that time. So he asked Jimin for a very short break. He still hasn’t got a car then so he took the subway throughout the whole time. It was during his last day there when he saw a glimpse of you in the crowded subways of that city. He remembered you were in your scrubs, your hair was cleanly kept in a low bun, and you were walking opposite of his direction. Then, he blinked. You were gone in the crowded place.

“Good evening, sir.”

Almost forty minutes later, Taehyung arrived at the restaurant, Starry Night. He was greeted by the host as he entered the elegant place. It has a great ambiance, romantic. It is a fine-dining restaurant and seems like a perfect spot for dinner dates. 

He said his name when he was asked.  And while the man looked down at his guest list, Taehyung’s eyes traveled around the place. And not even a minute in, his eyes stopped at someone who he felt had been staring at him.

His eyes widened at the sight. A stunning woman, clad in a black dress, stares back at him with surprise. His mouth ran dry, he had to gulp. Now, he’s sure. He’s sure.

It’s you.

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[five-rivers]

Chance and the Community Chest

@bellsandmischief phic phight phic!

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“I don't know, Tuck.”

“Come on, Danny.  You said it yourself.  There's not much else to do on a Friday night since ghosts trashed the mall.  And the arcade.  And the theater.  And the mini-golf course.  And the bowling alley.  And the ice rink.  And the roller rink.”

“You don't even like skating.”

“And Floody Waters.  And the park.  And the Nasty Burger.  Both of them.  And the McMasters.”

“We wouldn't be able to hang out in a McMasters anyway.”

“It's the principle of the thing.  The park is closed, too–”

“The park isn't closed.  It's just that the Amity Park New Religion Convention is happening there.”

“Do you really want to go to the park when it's full of cultists?”

“I don't know that it's fair to call them cultists–”

“One of the groups literally calls themselves the Coalition of Universally Lateral Thinkers.”

“No.  That has to be a joke.”

“It isn’t.  I've looked them up.  They've got some kind of Scientology-level crap going on.  They're convinced that you can astral project yourself to the Ghost Zone and travel to other realities that way.”

“Well, I mean, you can, but–”

“Wait, what?  Stop.  Stop walking.  What do you mean, ‘you can?’  Are you saying that astral projection is an actual thing?”

“Yeah?  Is that not what I said?”

“Right.  So.  Should we, uh, stop them?  Is that why you've been so weird about coming?”

“I haven't been weird about coming.  I've been questioning your decision to bring a dozen binders full of rules for a game when we've never been here before.”

“Excuse you, these are the latest Dragonpath PDFs that I got for the low, low price of free.  And there are thirteen of them, not twelve.”

“Yeah, and then you made up the price difference by making color copies.  Seriously, Tucker, I think community board game night is more like Monopoly and Scrabble, not, uh.  Something with fifty pounds of rules.  And no board.”

“Actually,” said Chance Counter, unable to resist butting in despite his eavesdropping being quite successful so far, “‘board game’ in this case is more shorthand for– What is that?”

He’d been listening in, but he’d thought the teens were exaggerating, as teens tended to do.  Nothing had prepared him for the enormous stacks of white plastic three ring binders.

“Fifty pounds of rules for Dragonpath,” said the white one, deadpan.  He was the one carrying most of the books.  “Weren’t you listening?”

“Oh,” said Chance.  “Yeah.  Are you the only ones planning on playing… that.”  

“I wasn’t planning on playing anything in particular, Tucker just needed help bringing them over from his house.  I’d be perfectly happy with Monopoly or, I don’t know, that one where you’re building stuff on an island.”

“Catan?” suggested Chance.  

“Could be,” said the boy.  Thinking back on the overheard conversation, Chance was pretty sure his name was Danny.  

“I can’t believe it,” said Tucker.  “I’ve been abandoned.  Abandoned by my own friend.  Abandoned!  For what’s objectively the worst board game ever.”  He almost dropped the binders, but his friend shored up his stack with his hip.  

“What, why is Catan the worst?”

“Not Catan!  Monopoly!”

“Why is Monopoly the worst?”

“Because, as our dear friend Sam would say, it signifies and symbolizes the ultimate capitalist hellscape.  And also it causes fights.”

“I don’t think Sam would say that.”

“You don’t think I’d say what?” asked a girl who had just walked through the door of the community center.  “Oh, hi.  Are you one of the organizers?”

“I sure am,” said Chance, smiling.  “My name is Chance Counter.  We’re right in here.”  He gestured behind himself, into the room where he’d just finished setting up the last of the old folding tables.  He hoped they’d withstand Tucker’s massive tomes.  “You three are a little on the early side, but our regulars should start coming in soon enough.”

“You might get some extras,” said Sam, walking past him.  “Basically everywhere else is torched.  Ghosts.”

“It’s not only the ghosts.  There’s also the construction and the convention–”

“But it’s mostly the ghosts.  By the way did you see that one of the groups set up in the park has an acronym that literally spells ‘cult.’”

“Did everyone know this before me?” asked Danny.  He circled Chance and deposited his load on the nearest table.  It creaked alarmingly.  “How much math do you need to know in order to play this, anyway?”

“Less than Monopoly,” said Tucker, also dropping his binders on the table.  “Look, man, we can basically play Doomed with these rules.”

“Why would we do that when we can already, you know, just play Doomed?”

“Because we can do things that we can’t do in Doomed.  Trust me, it’s going to be great.”

Danny blinked down at the books.  “Look, I like a good TTRPG as much as the next guy, but this is a bit extreme.  Sam, will you play Monopoly with me?”

“Sure,” said Sam, sliding the box out from the stack of games on the central table.  

“Sam!  You were supposed to rail against the greed and corruption of capitalist states where monopolies are allowed to form!”

“I can do that and still enjoy a fictional monopoly,” said Sam.  “I get to be the race car.”

“I want the dog, then.”

“You two are horrible.”

“And our battle will be glorious,” said Danny.  “Should we wait for the other people, or will they not want to play Monopoly?”

“Oh, our regulars are very easy-going.  Most of them will go with whatever is set up, although we do have an RPG group that meets every other week.  They mostly play Eldritch Endeavors, though.”

Tucker groaned.  “I want the boot.”

“I sense a butt kicking joke approaching, but would you really kick a dog?  A doggy?  A cute little puppy?”

“I hate you.”

Chance heard the community center door open again. He poked his head back out into the hallway.  “Andrew!” he said, as the teens mumbled something about sense.  “Great to see you.  We don’t usually get you on the first Friday.”

Andrew, who was tall, thin, and sported a goatee, paused.  “The first Friday?”

“Lost track of the days, huh?  Well, might as well make the most of it.  We’ve got some kids setting up a game of Monopoly back there.”

“Yes, I suppose I might as well,” said Andrew.  He pulled off his coat, folded it over his arm, and stopped halfway into the room.  “You!”

“You!” replied Danny.  

“Chance, you really can’t allow this poetry-destroying hoodlum in here!”

“I said I was sorry!  And then you attacked me!”

“It was my magnum opus!” 

“Hey!  Hey!  This is a community game night,” said Chance.  “The center policy is that everyone is welcome here unless they start something here, okay?”

“What about restraining orders?” asked Danny.  

“Do you have one?”

“... No.”

“Then I don’t see how that matters.  Now, you don’t have to play together–”

“Oh, but I will,” said Andrew, pulling a chair up to the table.  “I’ll take any avenue to give this brat the beating he so richly deserves.”

“Oh, it’s on.”

“Uh, could we maybe tone down the smack talk as well?  Maybe to something that wouldn’t get you arrested when taken out of context?”

Andrew simmered.  Danny glared.  

“Hi, Chance, what’ve we got– What are you doing here?”

“Star?” asked Sam, incredulously.  

“Mikey?” asked Tucker, more incredulously.  

“Oh, uh, hi, guys,” said Mikey, shyly.  

Danny looked between the two of them.  “Did you guys not know that they’re dating or something?”

“How do you know that we’re dating?” demanded Star.  

“We’re keeping it secret!” said Mikey, horrified and loud enough that any secrecy was most likely moot.  

“Not very well.”

Star swallowed visibly.  “If you tell anyone–” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, no threats during community game night, please,” said Chance.  “My heart can’t take it.”

“Who would we even tell?” asked Tucker.  “We’re social pariahs.  Hey, Mikey, how do you feel about Dragonpath?”

“Third edition is better.  And Eldritch Endeavor is better than all of them.”

“You’re dead to me.”

“Aw, Tucker, I thought I was dead to you.”

“Anyway, this is the first Friday,” said Star.  “Not RPG night.  Is this the set with the purse?”

“Don’t think so,” said Danny, peering into the box.”

“I’ll get it,” said Mikey, moving towards the stack of game boxes where the second Monopoly set was hiding.  “Is anyone the iron yet?”

“The what?” asked Tucker.  

“The clothes iron,” said Mikey.  “I like the irony.”

“Oh, you mean the useless technological throwback.”

“I iron some of my clothes,” said Sam.  

“Of course you do,” said Tucker, shaking his head.  “Of course you do.”

“I would like to play the game, now,” said Andrew.

Chance clapped his hands together.  “So, Danny, why don’t you start us off, since you were the first one in?”

“Mm, yeah,” said Danny.  “Let me just finish dealing out Mikey’s money.”  He set down a few more bills, then shoved them over to where Mikey had just sat down.  “Okay.  Dice?”  Tucker handed them over, muttering imprecations.  “And… seven.  That’s… one… two… three… four… five… six… seven.  Chance.  Erm.  Chance card, I mean.  So, let’s see here… ‘Take a walk on the Boardwalk. Advance token to Boardwalk.’”

There was a wave of quiet as Danny happily paid the bank four hundred Monopoly dollars and set the Boardwalk deed card down in front of himself.  He looked up.  “What?”

“Danny,” said Sam.  “This is nothing personal, but you know that we all have to destroy you now, right?”

Danny’s eyes narrowed.  “Bring it.”

[daisygirlwrites]

Little Things (Simon "Ghost" Riley + Reader "Crash") Platonic Headcanons

Part Three to Rough Start & Olive Branch

a/n: hey hey! been a minute, sorry about that ;-; also sorry that this is a bit shorter than usual but i might write some small fics about a few of these headcanons in the future. should be posting again sometime soon though! thank you so much for reading!

taglist: @bobfloydsgf , @itsscromp , @d4z01

Being friends with Ghost is like putting a puzzle together except all of the pieces are scattered. Finding some of them would bring you delight and while others give you a better understanding of the man. Throughout your long years of friendship, you come to an understanding that there will be pieces of him that you will never get to see, some forever gone. And yet, even if the puzzle is incomplete, you had most of it together. You’d rather have that than nothing at all

That being said, your first year with the team was quite good, besides the constant threat of almost dying and a certain member of the team being mean for almost half of it

But after bonding over knife throwing and tea for the last couple months, you and Ghost have grown close. To him, at least. From your perspective, after getting your new callsign, you felt like your relationship with him hasn’t progressed much

However, it’s the little things that you’ve noticed with him:

Like making your tea in the early morning. Half of the time you would join him and other times when your nightmares don’t show up, he’d leave your mug in the microwave

Knowing that you were raised in the Rocky Mountains, it kind of surprised him to learn that you hate the cold. So during missions in colder climates, after watching you shiver like a wet cat, he’d give you his extra pair of balaclava and gloves.

“It’s a little big on me” “Fine, give it back then” “No >:( “ 

Another thing that he does for you is taking your first watch during missions. In the first couple months when you joined, Soap and Gaz had a list of “Rookie Responsibilities” and of course one of them was to take the first watch. It wasn’t really mandatory but being a people pleaser, you did it anyway. 

It went well at first but in the last couple months, Ghost noticed that you, in his words, looked like shit after missions. And of course, you’d volunteer for the first watch. Sometimes, when it was his turn, he’d find you somehow looking worse, giving him the frog blink and thumbs up, before watching you immediately pass out on the cot or couch. 

You’d make a fuss when he would take the first watch and he had to basically pull rank to force you to go to sleep

Still calls you Rook/Rookie besides your callsign. Would sometimes call you Tiny and Mini-Me just to piss you off

Isn’t a surprise but Ghost is really observant. Knows your nervous ticks and honestly reads your emotions well. He didn’t do it before but he does check up on you 

Head pats is a thing that he does. Used to do it to his nephew and Joseph would look up to him with his cheeks puffed and whining “Uncle Si!”. You’d have the same reaction except with calling him Uncle Si, you’d usually say “Ghost, what the fuck”

You find out that Ghost doesn’t like talking about family and Christmas. Hearing some bits of info from Price, it broke your heart to learn about the reasons why he’d always gone on missions during the holiday. But at the same time, you understood him

You kind of do the same thing, taking on missions instead of going on leave. Kind of surprised Ghost when hears that he’s going to get paired up and with you of all people

“I figured you’re the type to celebrate the holidays” “Oh, I am, Just didn’t want to see my dad, that’s all.”

He opens his mouth to comment but chooses to not say anything at all. He gives you a nod instead. Ghost understands your family dynamic, it mirrors his.

Would copy his accent to make fun of him over coms. Yes, it was very bad but it did make the team giggle. He hits you back with an equally horrible American accent that made you cry

He accidentally told you one of his favorite dishes during a stake out. He was listening to you talk on coms about how much you missed pizza and how you can’t wait to go back to base to make some, silently nodding in agreement. 

“I would kill for a bubble and squeak right about now,” he thinks out loud, not realizing that his coms were on He became slightly concerned when heard you stop talking for a moment, before repeating to him, “A bubble and squeak?!” Even without seeing you, he can tell you had a big grin on your face, “I’m gonna keep quiet.” “No no, LT. I’m not making fun of you,” you assured him, “Tell me, what’s a bubble and squeak?” Ghost lets out an audible sigh before he gives you an explanation, “Basically mix some leftover mash, vegetables and roast and then fry it up in a pan." "Holy shit , that sounds delicious.”

Taught him some gen z slang because you notice that he would eavesdrop during your conversations with Soap and Gaz sometimes

Share the same type of humor. When you, Soap and Ghost got separated in Las Almas, they would hear you cackle on coms

Both of you wear your balaclavas as a second skin and would forget to take it off sometimes. Would sit in silence together as the rest of the team roast you for getting your masks wet with tea

Crash : “I have no soul. Have a nice day! :) “ Ghost : “I don’t have one either.”

Honestly, he finds you annoying but in a good way. Having you talk to him gives him the comfort that the relationship is improving but at the same time, he wants to smack you upside the head

That’s when he realize how much you remind him of his brother

When the queen died, Ghost wasn’t too upset. That is until you reminded him that Charles is now king

Due to some previous events, you’re the one driving Ghost everywhere when you guys hang out. Is offended when you straight up tell him that he has shit driving skills. 

Calls him Passenger Princess as a joke

Ghost is more into books than movies. So it does come as a shock that he mentions that he hasn’t seen the LOTRs movies. You basically force him (and the rest of the team) into a movie marathon for a day. He grumbles about how some of the scenes are different from the book but he does get into it during the Mountains of Moria

Impressed with how you handle your liquor. Watched you beat Soap and Gaz in a drinking contest before drunkenly demanding chicken nuggets and then passing out

Ghost is surprisingly decent at video games. During game nights, he’d beat everyone at Mario Kart and Super Smash Bros. You accuse him of cheating and of course, he denies it. Had to be held back by Price as you repeated “These hands are rated E for Everyone.”

Your face wasn’t a mystery to him or to anyone in the team. You took your mask off regularly around them. But like many others, you saw his face in Mexico. There was a greater sense of trust that you felt when you made eye contact with him. He gave you a soft smile and you returned it

"Huh, didn't think you'd be a blondie," You remarked as you both head towards the truck "Didn't think you'd be short but here we are," Ghost jokes back

He will never admit it in front of you that he's sees you as more than friends. That you have the best qualities from his family; his mother's compassion and his brother's humor and determination. Hell, at some points, you even resemble Joseph with your optimism.

He has someone to call family again

Bonus Memes:

[kangnina]

Jungwon: The Key

***This is my fic that was previously posted on my old account thatonenoona

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“I’m not sure who it belongs to. I’ve checked the list three times. It’s an extra key. It doesn’t match any of the other ones we currently have.”

“You have provided no useful information.” you say, pouring milk into your bowl of cereal. Ever since you and your friend started a cleaning service, things have been going pretty smoothly. You have a dozen regular clients who trust you enough to give you a copy of their residential keys. 

“You’re welcome,” your friend snaps, tossing the key onto the table before walking away. You study it as you eat your cereal. It belongs to someone. Otherwise, it wouldn’t exist. This key could be very important and we should return it to its owner immediately. Your friend walks back into your kitchen. “I’m going home.” 

“Who is the last client on your list?” She hands you her appointment list.

“Park Sunghoon?”

“Yeah, he’s new. First appointment was yesterday. When I came to clean, he had company over. He and some other guy were listening to music in his office the whole time I was there. Anyway, when I was finished he told me to take the spare keys off the rack in the foyer. He said he is hosting a party tonight, so come back tomorrow morning.” You look at the key in your hand. “So you grabbed more than one key?”

“Yes. He said keys”

“Maybe it belongs to his friend.”

“I guess. Maybe. But if we took his friend’s key, wouldn’t he have told Sunghoon about it?” 

“That guy might not know we have it. He may just think it’s lost.”

“Okay… now what?”

“I’ll handle the appointment tomorrow and I’ll put it back where you found it. I’m not going to bring it up unless someone else brings it up. We don’t want to get into the habit of mixing up people’s keys. It’s bad for business.” Your friend nods but still looks a bit confused.

“Well, Sunghoon’s appointment is at 10:00. Here are his keys. Good luck.” 

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You pull your van into the driveway and unload your small cart of cleaning supplies. As you make your way to the front door, a man with beautiful feline-like eyes watches you through a window. He opens the door, just as you approach. 

“Mr. Park Sunghoon, nice to meet you. My partner tells me you needed our cleaning services today. Thank you for your business.” You smile brightly, extending your hand for a hand shake. He returns your smile, his dimples are deep. His eyes study you from head to toe in your pink coveralls. 

“Please come in,” he shakes your hand and holds the door open as you push your cart into the foyer. “Start in the dining room. Thank you,” he says politely before disappearing down the hall. 

“I’ve never–” But he’s gone. “Mr. Park?” No response. That’s weird. No detailed instructions or further information? You find your way to the dining room, you put in your earbuds and begin cleaning. While cleaning the floor, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a different handsome man is watching you. It scares you and he seems amused by it.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you.” he says yet he’s still smiling as if really did. “Could you please also clean the bedrooms upstairs? I had a few guests stay overnight and they are animals. I’ll pay extra for your trouble.”

“Wait. Are you Mr. Park Sunghoon?”

“Yes.”

“Oh! I’m sorry sir. This other gentleman let me in and I thought he was you,” you say embarrassed.

“That was my friend Jungwon. But he’s gone now. Sorry for the confusion.”

“It’s totally fine.”

“This is for you.” Sunghoon hands you a folded piece of paper. 

“You have my key. Please hand deliver it to this address. ~Jungwon.” You look at Sunghoon.

“I’m just the messenger,” Sunghoon says, holding up his hands and backing away slowly. He smiles mischievously before turning and walks away. “He doesn’t bite.”

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“Hello.” Jungwon says as he opens his door, wearing a blue tracksuit. He looks you over, head to toe. He thinks you look cute in your pink coveralls with your hair tied up in a pink handkerchief. But you’re a ball of nerves. So worried that he’ll be angry about his key– you just start babbling. You don’t even notice him adjusting his stance to hide his growing bulge.  

“Good evening sir. First, I would like to sincerely apologize for the mix up. You see, my partner was told to take the keys for Mr. Park’s house… We are both truly sorry for the inconvenience. I would like to offer you a complimentary cleaning on the date and time of your choosing.” Jungwon holds out his hand expectantly. You reach into your pocket and pull out the key, putting it into his hand. 

“Thank you.” he says. “Despite this little mishap, Sunghoon highly recommends your services. But I’d like to do a consultation before I officially accept your offer.” 

“I understand sir.”

“You can just call me Jungwon. C’mon, I'll show you around.”

“...uhh, yeah. Sure. Just let me grab my clipboard. Then you can tell me what you need.” Jungwon walks a few steps ahead of you, giving you the opportunity to steal looks at him. Dark straight hair falling just over his beautifully shaped eyes. They are probably the prettiest eyes you’ve seen in quite some time. Broad shoulders. His bare chest peeking out of his half zipped track jacket. Focus. Don’t stare. Don’t screw this up. He shows you each room in the house and explains his requests. You nod as you follow him, writing notes on your clipboard. As you make your way back to the front door, you look over your notes. Jungwon also looks at your clipboard over your shoulder. His sudden proximity makes your heart beat faster. You clear your throat. 

“Um, I think I have all the information I need sir– Jungwon. Would you like to book me– book an appointment with me now? Or I can give you my number and you can call me anytime you want– to set up a date–  for your appointment.” Smooth. It’s getting a little hard to think straight when he’s standing so close to you, watching you babble again. He gives you a dimpled smile.

“ Are you available tomorrow at 9:00?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ll see you then.” 

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Jungwon opens the door before you even reach for the doorbell. “Good morning.” He says as he gestures for you to enter. You immediately notice his muscular arms in his tank top and how his gray sweatpants hang low onto his hips. His wet hair is dripping onto the towel draped over his shoulders. 

“Have you eaten breakfast?” he asks, drying his hair. 

“I had a banana on the drive over,” you say, pretending to read your clipboard to avoid gawking at him. No client has ever asked you if you’ve eaten before arriving for their appointment. He is already much different than the rest. 

“I made pancakes. Please come join me. I don’t want you to clean my house on an empty stomach.” He continues to dry his hair and you follow him into the kitchen. The table is completely set as if he was waiting for the arrival of a guest. Did he really plan to eat breakfast with me? As if he can hear your thoughts, he speaks while pulling out a chair for you. 

“My mom had to cancel our plans at the last minute. She doesn’t like wasting food and neither do I. So eat up.” He tosses his towel over the back of his chair before he sits down across from you. He pours a glass of water for you.

“Thank you.” You begin putting food onto your plate. You’ve never been fed breakfast by a man you just met. It’s harmless but something about it still feels risqué. Intimate. You feel your face getting hot as you try not to overthink about eating with Jungwon. An impossible task. You are silently spiraling and he seems oblivious. You wonder if he’s eaten breakfast with a woman other than his mom. Look at him. Who wouldn’t want to wake up next to him?The answer is definitely YES. He must have fed other women after–

“So when did you start?” he asks, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hm? I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“How long have you owned your business?”

“Almost a year. I hated college and I don’t want to be a bartender or a stripper. So I became my own boss.” you say, shrugging your shoulders. He laughs at your unfiltered honesty.

“As long as you are happy, that is all that truly matters,” he says sincerely before taking a sip of his orange juice. He’s my new favorite client. Your own mom– who absolutely hates your current career choice– would never believe this kind of human exists. A polite stranger who lets you into his home, then he feeds you pancakes and tells you that your happiness is ‘all that truly matters.’ 

Jungwon’s phone rings within his pocket. He pulls it out to look at it and then apologizes to you before leaving the room to answer it. While he’s occupied, you make quick work of your breakfast. Then you start cleaning the kitchen. You tidy up as much as possible without moving his plate in case he isn’t finished eating. When he returns to find you cleaning, he finishes his breakfast while watching you work.  

“I’ll be around. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask,” he says as he loads his plate into the dishwasher. You nod. The silly key mix up wasn’t so bad after all. You’re obviously winning over Jungwon as a new client. You can’t wait to share the good news with your friend when the job is finished. 

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You wouldn’t have known that Jungwon generally keeps his house very neat. Ever since he met you, he’s been intentionally neglecting his usual chores. His house is not filthy and his requests are not unreasonable or overly demanding but he still insisted on having a recurring weekly appointment. Beneath his kind demeanor, he is slowly losing his mind over you. You are so focused on your job that you don’t even notice the signs. Like the time he playfully doused your white shirt with the garden house while you washed his car. Or the time he asked you to come over to clean in the evening. His mother just happened to cancel their dinner plans so he invited you to sit and eat with him again. Jungwon thought you may have caught him biting his lip as he watched you bent over. But you didn’t say anything so neither did he. The little grunts you make when you scrub really hard turn him on. He has a secret audio recording of it on his phone. As the weeks go by, he finds himself dreaming of you on more than one occasion. You’d never guess that he only insists on washing his own bed sheets because of the mess he makes while desperately humping a pillow he wishes was you. 

Jungwon knows you have a key to other clients’ houses and he wonders why you still haven’t asked for his key after you gave it back. Maybe she’s afraid that I’ll turn her down because of the mix up. He is torn about offering it to you. Not because he doesn’t trust you. It’s really because he doesn’t trust himself. Jungwon is afraid that you’ll find out about his obsession over you. He’s imagined it many times. You might show up early for an appointment. So you let yourself in. You peek into his opened office door to greet him. But instead you discover him fisting his cock and shamelessly whining your name while watching a video of you.

The video itself is innocent. It was a hot day and you’re wearing little pink shorts and a t-shirt with your hair tied up in your signature pink handkerchief. Jungwon wanted to clean the garage. It required a lot of organizing, bending, and lifting. So he insisted on helping you with this special project. He took the video under the guise of proving to his mom that he finally cleaned it. He said she’s nagged him about it for years. His favorite part is when you smile into the camera and wave saying “Hi Jungwon’s mom!” Your clothes were dusty and your beautiful face had dirt smudges all over it but you didn’t care. Jungwon loves that about you. He remembers that day so vividly. Watching you work beside him in the crowded garage, he was so turned on he had to fake a stomach cramp. He actually went to go jerk off in the upstairs bathroom. Jungwon felt so pathetic as he quickly tried to clean up everything so you wouldn’t know. Looking at himself in the mirror, he decided that you needed to know how badly he wants you.

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As you prepare to leave Jungwon’s house, you see a note next to your bag, with a key. “I had to run. Please lock the door when you leave. See ya next week. Thanks! ~ Jungwon.” You make sure all the doors are locked before leaving. You add his key to the list without a second thought.

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Jungwon’s appointment was the only one scheduled for today. You still had another 30 minutes but he’d previously told you that you could begin a little earlier if you wanted to. He’s always been very considerate of your time. It’s one of the things you like about having him as a client. While none of your other clients have been cruel or disrespectful, they don’t treat you the way Jungwon does. But you’ve known since the beginning, he’s different. He’s a really nice guy. You hadn’t realized how much you’ve been talking about him lately until your friend asks you why you don’t have a boyfriend and why he doesn't have a girlfriend. 

“That is… a legitimate question for me to consider. BUTJungwon is a client. His love life is absolutely none of our business,” you reply coolly, tightening the pink handkerchief around your hair.

“It’s been months since you’ve even talked to another guy. I bet Jungwon has never mentioned another woman to you, has he? You’re both clearly holding out for each other.” You give her a hard side eye as you sling your purse over your shoulder.

“WHAT?! I am just saying what he’s probably been thinking... Quit being a tease and fuck him already,” she says, plopping on to your couch.

“Oh my god. I AM NOT A TEASE. Sex is your answer for everything!” you yell, throwing a couch pillow at her. She laughs as it sails past her head. “See ya later psycho. I gotta go scrub a toilet for Jungwon’s affection.” you say, walking out the door.

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You notice Jungwon’s car isn’t in the driveway as you pull up for your appointment. You go into his house and place your bag of cleaning supplies on the kitchen counter. He didn’t leave a note. So you assume he may have been in a rush or he’ll be back soon. Suddenly, you hear a noise. You stand perfectly still as if that would somehow enhance your hearing. You hear it again. It’s coming from down the hall. Your heartbeat speeds up as you start to panic. Oh god, is it an intruder? You grab a pan from the hanging rack. Slowly, you make your way down the hall. But as you get closer, you realize it’s moaning. More like soft whimpers. You finally reach Jungwon’s office door. It’s slightly cracked open. You can’t see him but you still keep listening. The sounds of him fiercely stroking himself are wet and intense. But nothing compared to the words coming out of his mouth– every other one being your name.

“So close. So close. Please please please. Just wanna make you feel good too.. uhhhh.” You feel your heart pounding but for a different reason now. Your friend was right. But you’re not sure what to do. You know this is an invasion of privacy. It’s his house. He can do what he wants in it. As you hear him catching his breath from his climax, you start to slowly back away. You bump into a vase, knocking it off the pedestal. It shatters. FUCK. You want to disappear. You want to run. But you can’t move. A few seconds pass and you realize you should at least try to clean up the vase before you leave his house. 

Jungwon’s office door slowly opens and he walks out. His dark hair is clinging to his sweaty forehead and his ears are red but he looks you in the eyes. It’s a look you’ve never seen before– wide-eyed and needy. Yet he still looks so beautiful.

“Seems we’ve both made a mess,” he says quietly, giving a small smile. When he looks down at the pan in your hand, he stops in his tracks as if you might lash out at him. You forgot you were even holding it. But seeing his reaction to it makes you laugh. You laugh so hard, tears start to form. This has to be the craziest thing that’s ever happened to me. Jungwon is confused. He is not sure why you are laughing so his face begins to turn red.  

“No. no. no.” You try to catch your breath. “Sorry. Please. Not laughing at that. You doing that.” you say. “It’s— I thought I heard a burglar. So…” you hold up the pan, still laughing. He starts laughing too. The rollercoaster of emotions makes you want to sit down to catch your breath. So you do, right in the middle of the hallway. Jungwon is surprised at your sudden move. 

“Are you alright?” he kneels down, concerned. 

“Yes,” you say nodding. “Wow.” You look at him. He’s still staring at you. You feel yourself getting hot under his gaze. You pull his face to yours and kiss him. He stumbles onto his knees as he leans into the kiss. He bites your lip and you moan. “You didn’t run,” he says before slipping his tongue into your mouth. “I thought about it,” you tease, kissing him back. You can feel his neediness in the way he kisses you. Not forceful but all consuming. He pulls back to stand up and offers you his hand to help you stand up. You try to avoid stepping in the dirt and broken shards of the vase. Jungwon picks you up, bridal style. “We can worry about that later. I need you now,” he says carrying you to his bedroom. 

He gently places you on the bed and takes his shirt off before crawling over to you. Your core is throbbing. You hold up your hand to stop him. He looks confused. But you smile and begin to take off your shorts and panties, tossing them on the floor. You beckon him forward and his grin is devious. You can see his hardness through his sweatpants. You run your fingers through his hair as he kisses you, pressing his covered cock against your bare pussy. You moan as he begins to slowly grind against you. Jungwon is already panting and he hasn’t even begun to fuck you yet. Seeing you like this is almost too much for him. He knows he must slow down to really enjoy finally having you. He kisses your cheek and down your neck. He slides himself onto his stomach and puts his arms under your thighs so his face is inches from your dripping cunt. You suddenly feel shy having him look up at you as he licks your clit. You gasp as you cover your face with your hands. 

“Please baby, put your hands in my hair. I want to see your face while I taste you.” FUCK. How could I say no to that? You do as he asks and he continues to lick and suck on your lips, placing one finger inside your tight hole. Gently rubbing your walls, causing your back to arch. You can feel the knot tightening as he adds another finger and whispers sweet praises against your tender clit. 

“You’re so beautiful. I love the way you taste. Does it feel good, baby? Please. Fall apart on my fingers.” You look down at his lustful eyes, his face covered in your slick and you can’t help but cum all over his handsome face. Gripping his hair, your legs trembling as he moans almost as loud as you. He rubs your thighs as you ride out your high. Your head is spinning as he sits up. He peels off his sticky sweatpants. It’s the first time he’s ever cum untouched. 

“See what you do to me.” He shows you his cum drenched briefs. “I can’t control myself when you’re around.” He tosses them on the floor as you take off your t-shirt and bra. Jungwon pulls you down underneath him and kisses your breast. His teeth gently nibble on your nipple, making you mewl and wiggle beneath him. He laughs and kisses you. He presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, waiting for you to give him the go ahead. You nod and he gently slides into you– your clenching, making his purr. 

It wasn't until he whispered those words into your ear. “Mmm. Should’ve swapped my key sooner. I’ve always wanted you to be mine.” That's when you realize you’ve been set up. You walked right into his trap. Trembling beneath Jungwon as he fills you to the hilt, his arms wrapped around you– you couldn't escape if you wanted. But you don't want to. He says it again but this time, more to himself because he still can't believe his plan actually worked. “You're mine now.” He continues to whisper his little mantra as he slowly rolls his hips back and forth. His eyes darkening as stares into your eyes. “Mine. Mine.” You're breath is shaky. “Yours,” you reply.

[spiderrmax]

main 4 + love languages

synopsis: what i think the main four boy's love languages would be (giving + recieving) author's note: the first time i posted this i forgot the tags lmao. second try is the charm! also this is my first time writing for these guys so sorry if things r kinda ooc!

Stan Marsh

Giving: quality time + words of affirmation

Stan appreciates any time he has with you, even if it is doing school work together. He never finds the silence to be awkward, and doesn’t feel it necessary to fill the air with chatter. Sometimes you guys just sit there, scrolling on your phones, occasionally showing the other something. Stan doesn’t care; your presence is enough.

Stan would rather verbally let you know how much you mean to him, even if he stutters and stumbles around his words. If you’re wearing a new outfit, he’ll compliment it while looking down, ears red and hot. However, he also leaves compliments and notes on paper as well. If you ever let him borrow your notes, he’ll write small “thank you” and doodle hearts in the margins. Despite the awkwardness, his words are sweet.

Receiving: quality time + physical affection

Again, Stan cherishes any moment he has with you. Knowing that you enjoy that time too, and actively want to hang out with him again makes him grin like a fool. 

Stan, despite being a bit of a wreck, really enjoys physical affection. He doesn’t initiate it often, but won’t stop if you hold his hand. He blushes hard if you ever give him a kiss before leaving, especially in front of his friends. (They definitely rip on him.) Any physical affection leaves Stan giddy.

Kyle Broflovski

Giving: gift giving + quality time

Kyle tends to see you a lot in material items, due to excessively remembering your interests. He’ll see a bouquet and think about how your favorite flower is in it, or anything in your favorite color makes him think of you. A lot of his allowance goes to buying those items; although, not everything is bought. He’s definitely picked up crafting, such as cards or bracelets, because he knows that home-made is even more appreciated.

Kyle also loves spending time with you! Unlike Stan, Kyle will plan out what you two are going to do. His mood gets down if something messes up his schedule, like rain or traffic; however, you always make it better. Kyle definitely googles date ideas. He might even have a pinterest board.

Receiving: words of affirmation + acts of services

Kyle can get insecure; sometimes the guy’s words get to him. He’s okay with taking his hat off around you, knowing you won’t say anything mean, but sometimes he can’t stomach it. So, he really appreciates any compliments you give him. Even if it’s something small like, “You’re looking nice today,” or calling him pretty. Yes, he knows it’s not a traditional masculine compliment, but something about you calling him it, so casual and natural makes him happy.

Kyle also likes knowing you think about him! He really appreciates anything you do for him. Anytime he’s sick and has to miss school, you always make sure your notes are neatly written so he can copy them. (He can tell based on all the erased words on your paper.) Whenever he’s had a bad day, you’ll bring him over his favorite snacks and a movie you rented. He loves knowing you think about him.

Eric Cartmen

Giving: acts of services + physical touch

Not gonna lie, figuring out what Eric’s love language was hard. However, his main one is acts of service. If he finds out someone is being mean to you, Eric will definitely get rid of the problem. He won’t even mention it either, but you know it’s him. He does a lot for you, and he doesn’t even realize. At lunch, he’ll grab extra napkins because he knows you forget too. He’ll send you answers to homework (definitely stolen) if you’re sick. If anyone brings this up, he just says it’s because he knows you’re incapable. 

Eric also enjoys physical touch. Out of the four, he’s definitely the jealous one and that goes hand-in-hand with PDA. He has to be touching you, whether by holding your hand, or having an arm around your waist. He doesn’t give a shit if the guys rip on him either, he definitely throws shade back about them being single. He’s even more clingy in closed-doors; he’ll whine if you sit too far on the couch. He really warms up to cuddling after doing it few times,

Receiving: gift giving + words of affirmation 

Buying things for Cartmen is the easiest way to get into Eric’s heart. You bought him a Terrance and Philip doll once and it sits on his shelf. One time Stan tried to grab it and Eric yelled at him. You’ll buy snacks for any movie dates you have, and he appreciates that you can remember his favorites.

Cartman loves praise. He thrives off your compliments. Even if it’s something simple, saying something he did was cool, he will think about it the rest of the day. If it’s a bigger compliment he will brag about it. “Kyle, [your name] called me pretty and awesome. Do you have a partner? I don’t think so.” Despite being deserved, a lot of the things Cartman hears about himself are negative. Your words are a nice change of pace.

Kenny Mccormick

Giving: physical affection + words of affirmation

Kenny loves physical attention, in public or not. He’ll hold your hand and if it gets too cold will put your intertwined hands in the pocket of his parka. He has no problem kissing you in public as long you are okay with it. He’s so handsy too; he will slip his hand down your back jean pocket. Everyone knows you too are dating because Kenny is stitched to your side.

Kenny also loves complimenting you. He will meet you at your house everyday to walk you to the bus stop and the first words he says to you is a compliment about your outfit. (Even if it’s a repeat.) If you do great on a test, Kenny is there calling you smart. Of course, Kenny’s compliments do get vulgar occasionally, complimenting your butt or any other physical asset. However, despite this, it is always heartfelt.

Receiving: physical affection + gift giving

As much as Kenny loves kissing you, he loves even more knowing you enjoy it as well. He only really blushes when you initiate it; one time you kissed him before he hung out with the boys and they could just see the impact you left despite the fact his red face was hidden in his parka. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles one time when he was upset and he fell even deeper in love with you. Having you excitedly run up and hug him after you haven’t seen him in a while is one of his favorite things.

Growing up poor, Kenny has learned to appreciate the smaller things. Seeing you spend money on him, and being excited to hand him whatever you bought makes him so happy. On your first Valentine’s day together, you bought him a bouquet; he had his mother press the flowers so he could keep them in his room. It doesn’t even have to be a massive thing. You showed him a cool rock you found, it had been in the shape of a heart, and it’s still in the drawer of all the stuff you got him.

[barnes-n-nobles]

Green Thoughts (DARK! BUCKY)

Request: Can you make a dark! Bucky but in the 40s. After the war he meets reader and becomes obsessed with her. If you could put some housewife kink it would be great.

YES!! We love this!! Something’s might be off relating to the 1940s but we’re gonna pretend that it functioned and existed in that time lol

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Warnings: noncon smut, mentally unstable Bucky, possessive, toxic, obsessive behavior, stalker, incredibly jealous, semi public sex, knife play, a sprinkle of  Daddy/kitten dynamic

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Bucky was finally back home in Brooklyn after the war, oh how he missed seeing the morning adorn this beloved borough. Heading up to his old home he watched as everyone was rushing to get to their jobs and or schools. When he finally arrived he entered,  dropped his things and going straight to the shower. During that time he wondered what it would be like to come home to a pretty little wife, a partner to share this space with, someone to have all three meals a day with, a companion for the rest of his life. He would have fun with women here and there but he never felt the need to settle down with them. He never felt the presence of the one. 

As he tossed and turned in bed, he got irritated and decided to go down to the local laundromat since his washer was broken. At least he could try to be somewhat productive. As he gathered his things, his mind wandered to what would be his future wife. She would do this for him, she would iron his clothes, fold them nice and neat. Treat him like a king, love him unconditionally as the perfect wedding ring sat in her left hand. He promised to god how he would love her for everything and anything that she did for him. He was already falling in love with his future wife without even meeting her. Talk about down bad.

Walking in he went to the furthest washer and started shoving his clothes in, dropping the detergents inside. Bucky sat down and started to read the newspaper as the machine started, reading mindlessly before you walked in. The door bell rang, making him lower his paper, and there you were, humming and singing a song that had been stuck in your head since you heard it.

https://open.spotify.com/track/3Ne18erT7yUpOaxjnVgmty?si=6c14f891fc5f499e

“You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise

To come home to and love”

Bucky instantly recognized the song, it was called You’d be so nice to come home to by Vera Lynn.

Bucky instantly recognized you. You were the daughter of the local baker. He always had a little crush on you but he didn’t even make a move since he knew he was going into the military. But when he laid his eyes on you again, his heart fluttered, the perfect song for the perfect moment. He stood there, watching your beautiful figure pass by him with out noticing him. It was like a movie, your beauty was unlike anything he’d ever seen. You were so different, so graceful, perfect, just how he wanted. As you continued your own thing, you reached into your bag for the detergents, but upon looking further, you totally forgot to bring it. “Oh no” you muttered closing your eyes and touching your forehead. You had came all this way and now you had to go all the way back. Bucky knew that tone all too well, so he decided to approach you, “Excuse me dear I-”

“oh thank God! I thought I was doomed. Would you happen to have some extra detergent Sir?” You giggled, “I’m ashamed to say that I forgot my own back home!” You interrupted, gently placing your hand on his arm.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile and even chuckle at your silliness. You were outgoing and not very polite but at the same time you were, it was intriguing. “Actually I do, here, take the rest” he handed you the little bottle while you beamed in gratitude, “Thank you so much! You really saved me today. Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t even catch your name?” you asked pouring through the contents into your load. “James” he responded, his smile unable to subside. When you looked up at him, you started to really pay attention to his features. He seemed so familiar. He had the most beautiful eyes, a perfect face and a bright white smile, broad shoulders, his hair nice and well kept. He just exhumed confidence, which made him that much more attractive. He extended his hand out, your own mirroring his to shake it, “Y/n, a pleasure to meet you James” you added, making him smile as he brought up your hand to his lips, kissing it lightly, “Pleasures all mine, Doll” he murmured, not breaking eye contact from the moment he placed his lips on you to the moment that he straightened up.

“You can actually call me Bucky too if you’d like. My full name is James Buchanan Barnes but my close friends call me Bucky” he added, his hand still holding your own. It was rare when you felt nervous but for some reason he made you feel that way. Your eyes darted to another place, and you stepped in that direction to avoid his lingering gaze, “Bucky…hmm that sounds so familiar..wait aren’t you THE Bucky that would come into my dads bakery all the time?? Oh my gosh!!! Are you also the Bucky that fought alongside captain America?!” your tone heightening. James turned around to make sure that no one’s was nearby before answering, he didn’t want the extra attention, “Yeah I am, but if you don’t mind keeping that last part between you and me that would be amazing. As ironic as this sounds I like to be treated normally, without the fame and such” he answered, leaning against a folding counter. The way his big arms flexed was mesmerizing, you wondered how they would feel around you. Gosh snap out of it! This was not the time nor place. Not to mention it was incredibly inappropriate on your part.

He noticed that your eyes lingered over his arms, making him flex them a bit. God you really had no shame. “Dont worry your secret is safe with me but it’s so good to see you again Buck”  You added giving him a nice big hug, but after you did it, your smile started to fade as you remembered why you couldn’t even dream to be this close to him.

Bucky noticed your change in body language, taking into account that your smile was no longer adorning your face, “Are you alright? Kinda lookin’ a little green around the gills there, Doll” he asked in confusion. “Yeah I’m totally fine, don’t worry” you replied placing your hand on his arm again, dragging it down quickly before you went to check on your clothes again. You had always been a touchy person so you didn’t even notice you were doing it but Bucky did. He was yearning for you to touch him again.

When he followed you, he noticed that you had a ring on. He froze, he didn’t want to be rude but it couldn’t hurt to ask, “That’s a nice ring…are you married?” He asked eyeing the ring with a hint of disgust. You weakly smiled looking at it, inspecting it before you spoke, you too looking at it with annoyance, “Not yet. It’s just a promise ring”

“Just a promise ring? Most ladies would be ecstatic about that” he assumed

You hummed, turning it around hiding the gem so it just looked like a plain silver ring, “My parents want me to marry him but he’s too…I’m sorry I shouldn’t even be venting about this to a total stranger” you sighed.

Bucky was desperate to hear more. He wanted to know what was wrong so that he could be there for you, comfort you, support you. He would settle for a friendship.

“Im not a stranger, remember? And besides It’s good to vent. I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone even if I wanted to, I have no true friends here. Your secrets are safe with me too” he winked making you giggle nervously.

“I appreciate it, but I really shouldn’t. He is to be my husband soon so there’s no point in complaining about it. It is what it is” you replied.

Bucky felt bold. Maybe it was his desperation and anger but he got closer to you nonetheless. Your feet stepped back until your waist hit a counter, “why don’t we get a cup of coffee together…it’ll help you feel more comfortable” his voice was low, soft, and so deep. He caged you in with his arms, his warm breath fanning over your face. He smelled so good, his cologne was sure to stay with you for the rest of the day. “J-James I-” you Stammered, but before you could say anything else he stepped away from you, his warmth no longer close to you. Why did you miss it already?

“Dont be nervous y/n, I won’t bite. We’re old friends, right? I got some things of my own that I would like to share with you so why don’t we go to the coffee shop that’s down the street.” He suggested with a smile.

“I don’t want to sound rude but….if anyone sees me with you, I could be in big trouble. I’m technically already promis-”

“But you’re not married” he cut you off, sounding a little irritated. He cleared his throat before continuing.

“This, my dear, is JUST a promise ring” he whispered taking your hand in his, slowly twisting the ring, “a promise that is only 50% likely to happen. You already don’t want to be with him, so…” he continued holding the ring and sliding it off your finger. You quickly retracted your hand, “Shush don’t say that! This isn’t right James, how would you feel if I was your wife and some other guy was trying to do the same thing you’re doing now” you exclaimed, poking his chest as the last 5 words escaped your lips.

He quickly turned you around, pressing his body against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist, forcing a chill down your back. His lips ghosted over your ear, his delightful scent embracing you again, “for one I wouldn’t give you a silly little promise ring, I would marry you immediately. Two, I wouldn’t let you go anywhere alone, these are dangerous times, Doll. If you were mine, I’d keep you nice and hidden for only my eyes to enjoy, so don’t ever ask me a such a ridiculous question like that”. Every single word went straight down to your pussy, his dominance was enticing, for a split second you wanted to risk it all for this man, but you had to remind yourself that this was wrong. Bucky was so forward, confident, attractive, and, your most favorite part, was that he exuded dominance.

Your promised man was Jarred. He was the complete opposite, he did not stir these emotions in you, he was no match for Bucky.

“Are you still with me?” He asked letting you go, “I want to hear what’s going through your head” he smirked. Fuck. Him. He is mesmerizing.

You looked down at your hand, noticing that the ring was gone, your eyes darted to the floor, scanning it quickly. Bucky raised his hand, showing you the ring, “It’s right here…but I won’t give it to you.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, “that’s enough James, I’d like my ring back”

“Go out with me first”

Your eyes widened, “are you crazy! I just told you that I’m-” Bucky cut you off by kissing you. His hand went up to your face, holding you in place as he moved his lips on yours. Your body was betraying you. Your lips melted right into his, going along with him and moving in sync. Before Bucky went any further, he broke the kiss, looking at you through half lidded eyes, “Now you HAVE to go out with me…or I’ll tell everyone what happened here” he threatened. You thought he was being funny so you chuckled, but he was dead serious.

“You’re so Crazy” you laughed but his serious manner didn’t falter, “I’ll go pick you up tomorrow night at 5pm”

“Bucky you’re insane! My parents would never let me go”

“Trust me they will. Be ready Doll, I don’t like to wait” he said before giving you a quick peck to the lips. “Oh and make sure to tell your parents about me today. It’s going to be a great help for tomorrow”

~Later that day-

When you got home from your errands you saw your family sitting on the couch looking a little out of sorts. They seemed almost sad. “Y/n, darling. Come sit, we need to talk”. Your heart started to race. Did Bucky say something already? That wasn’t right he said he wouldn’t unless you went out with him.

“What’s the matter?“ you asked nervously, crossing your arms, hiding your left hand that was missing the ring.

“We’ve got terrible news. Jarred…decided to pull out from the marriage agreement. He, um…He’s found someone else” your dad finished, looking at your mother who’s eyes were now filled with tears.

“O-oh..” you stuttered.

“But that’s no problem darling, we can find you someone else” he quickly added.

“Actually, I already knew that he was with someone else. I caught him a couple days ago” you lied, “S-so I went out to cry and stuff, and I ended up running into an old friend, do you guys remember Bucky? James Buchanan Barnes?” You asked carefully.

“James!! Of course we know him. He’s a national hero, is he back already? That’s great news, you hear that honey” your dad asked shaking your mom a bit, making her smile weakly.

“Yes, well he was actually comforting me and he’s also single so I figured we could go out and, get to know each other a little better” you suggested making your parents visibly happy.

“Of course! We need to find you a great husband and I think he would be the most divine choice” you mom added. This was way too easy, there was no way that this JUST happened out of no where. 

“I’m glad you two agree, because he will be here tomorrow at 5pm to take me out on a date” you quickly said, hoping to not arise suspicion. Your parent were already over the moon because you would be going out with a hero so they didn’t really care much. All the really cared about was that you were married and out of the house so that you could start your own family.

As the night came to an end you got into bed and started to think about Bucky. The way he embraced you, the way he kissed you. He was intoxicating. You wondered what would have happened if you allowed him to touch you further. Would he have stopped, would he have continued. The feeling started to come back, you pressed your thighs together as you thought about him, but you wanted to feel some more, so you ran your hand down, touching  yourself gently. You wondered how he would be in bed, would he be vanilla or rough. You hoped that he would be rough, feeling his strong hands grip you, his arms wrapping over your body as you moan in pleasure, “Mm Jamess” you softly groaned as you rubbed your clit faster.

You wondered if he would like the way that you moaned his name, would he moan yours too? You started to imagine his voice, telling you all the dirty things that he was going to do to you. Your imagination was going wild. But the only person who was actually going wild was Bucky, who was watching you from your window. He had just come to make sure you made it safely but then he decided to stay a little longer and just watch you from afar. Your bedroom was facing the backyard so no one was able to watch you like this but him. As soon as you started he decided to pull his dick out and join you. His thick cock was throbbing in his hands, seeing you do such a dirty thing made him want to break into your house and fuck you then and there. The more he thought about it, the more inclined he was to do it. Before he could cum, he let go of himself, grunting as his body tried to get him to release but he wouldn’t allow it. He wanted to see you, to touch you. There was no way you would say no, after all, you were so easily manipulated.

He tapped on your window slightly, at first you thought it was a bird but the tapping got more incessant. You turned your head and saw a figure in the window. You quickly got up, heading toward the window to see the person you were just fantasizing about. “Bucky?!” You whispered quickly opening the window. “What? What are you doing here?” You whispered/ yelled.

“Came to check on my Doll, may I come in?” He asked. You nodded and stepped aside to let him in. Making sure that your door was locked, you turned off your lights to fake that you were asleep. “Are you going to say hello?” He asked smiling as he stepped closer to you, but you took a step back subconsciously. “Wait! I’m kind of freaked out that you’re here right now” you exclaimed, making him roll his eyes and grab you before you could step further away from him. “Just shut up and kiss me” he whispered, pulling you more into him by your waist. You pressed your lips to him, making him moan in satisfaction, his hips jerked towards you making you feel his hardness.

Bucky wanted to deepen the kiss but you turned your face, “James, don’t get me wrong, I��m happy you’re here but can I ask you why?”.

He groaned in annoyance, “why can we talk about this later” he whispered not letting you go as he walked toward the bed, sitting down and making you go over his lap, your legs on either side of him. As he kissed your neck, you couldn’t help but moan, the strange feeling causing electrifying shocks to go through your body. “James~” you mewled as he grabbed your hair, pulling it down to have better access to your neck. “That’s right Doll, tell me who’s making you feel this good” he whispered running his hand down to your clothed clit. When he started to run you, he noticed that you were already wet, probably from the previous time that you were touching yourself. “I saw you touching yourself, my dirty little Doll. Can you tell me what you were thinking about”. His whispers were so mesmerizing, his deep low voice made you get shivers, you just wanted to hear it forever.

Your mind was debating wether or not to tell him. It was embarrassing but you also wanted to do whatever he said, “ When a Sargent speaks to you’re obligated to answer” he growled, flipping you over and slamming you down onto the mattress, “Must I teach you some manners, Doll?” he said grabbing your neck, squeezing it tightly.

“I’m-Mm- S-sorry” you choked out, making him smile before he let you go. “Answer me” he referred to his first question.

“You…I was thinking about you” you lowly confessed as you avoided his eyes. You could see his silver dog tag necklace around him, his collarbone poking out as he swallowed, his lips turning into a smirk. He was so erotic, and your body kept screaming for him. “Tell me more” he ordered, his eyes wanting to capture yours, but your submissiveness wouldn’t let you. He grabbed your cheeks and lifted your face up to him, “Look at me while I’m talking to you” he demanded, your eyes meeting his icy ones. So dominant, so masculine, so sexy. “I’m sorry Sargent Barnes” you sarcastically said but it made Buckys dick twitch in excitement. “I was just thinking about you, and how good it would feel to get intimate with you” finally answering the question that he so desperately needed.

“Really? And tell me how did you imagine me having you? Gentle, nice, soft, or rough, hard, and vile.” he cooed, slowly undressing himself. Panicking, you grabbed his hands stopping him, “wait! now?” you asked in agitation due to your parents being two doors down. He chuckled before he continued, moving onto your clothes next. “Dont worry baby, ill make you feel good” he whispered. His beautiful hands roamed over your body, slipping the shirt off, his hands going from your breast down to your side before landing at your hips where he slid your panties down. 

“I dont even know you like that Bucky, were not even dating” you added as you grabbed the blanket and covered yourself. He hung his head low, slowly shaking it from side to side. He gripped the blanket and ripped it off you, making you gasp. “But we will be tomorrow. You know you want this, and im dying to be inside you” he desperately confessed, getting in between your legs, his body pinning yours down as his lips touched yours. As he was making out with you, he kept thrusting his hips into you, his dick leaking precum, smearing it all over your clit as his tip rubbed past you over and over again. “Bucky, mmm stop” you moaned, your mind telling you no but your body reacting the complete. 

“dont ask me to stop, instead, tell me you dont want it” he groaned, slipping his dick inside your wet cunt. 

“AAH~” you moaned, but his hand flew up to your mouth, covering it to muffle your sounds. “as much as i want to hear how feral you're going with my dick inside you, you have to stay quiet babydoll. We dont want your parents to know that their good little girl has let in a complete stranger through the window and is getting pumped full of cock, now do we?” he chuckled darkly as you kept moaning into his hand. This was so wrong but it felt so good. He had such a way with words and it made your pussy yearn for him even more” 

Bucky nuzzled his face in the nape of your neck, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, you were gripping him so tight. Your legs wrapped around his wait made it easier for him to reach further inside you, biting your neck in order to suppress his moans, instead he just growled and panted against you. 

*knock knock*

Both of you froze, his hips halting his erratic movement. 

“y/n, are you okay?” your mom called out, as she tried to twist the door knob. 

“yes mother im fine! Dont open the door, im in my undergarments.” you exclaimed making Bucky smirk. He slowly stared to pump into you again, your mouth flying up tp cover your mouth. 

“okay...are you sure youre okay? I heard you yell” she pressed. 

Bucky started to fuck into you harder, “answer” he ordered, pulling your hands away, pinning them to the side of your head. 

“I-Im okay!! I tripped” you choked out, arching your back into him. 

“Okay...im going back to bed” she added before walking away. 

Bucky darkly chuckled before pinning your hands above your head, absolutely destroying your pussy now. He had to keep you quiet so he kissed you, taking and swallowing all the noise you were making. This silently pained him. He wanted to hear you loud and clear, moaning out his name as you were getting fucked by him. He could feel himself get close, but he wouldn't even think about cumming before you. “you feel so good, Doll. I cant wait to hear you scream out my name while I give you the best fucking of your life” he whispered kissing your ear. This just boosted the sensation of pleasure, making you whine in response. 

“You belong to me y/n...tell me youre mine” he ordered, hitting your g spot now, “Mmm Buckyyy...im y-yours..you own me” you obeyed. His smiled got wider, revealing his pearly whites as he kept kissing down your neck. “Thats right princess...you belong to me now” he growled, making you go over the edge. You started to shake as your orgasm spread through your body. Your back arched, and your moans started spilling out, his hand flying to your mouth to cover it. 

Hearing you all muffled with your wall clenching around him, made him spill into you. His deep grunts, ringed in your ear, he too trying to keep quiet as he coated your insides with his hot cum. He stuck to you for a minute, waiting until he was sure that every last drop was inside you. A few seconds passed and he pulled out, laying next to you. He turned and gave you a kiss, before grabbing your body and spooning it, his big arms wrapping around you like a bear. 

“Can I be honest?” he asked breaking the silence. 

“sure” 

“Im in love with you”

You froze, turning your head towards him, only able to see him through your peripheral vision, “How can you say that James, you dont even know me” 

“I do know you. Ive been knowing you, we just havent had the chance to-”

“have sex?” you interrupted, sounding a little irritated. 

“Look you're a handsome man, and I probably would have let you had sex with me if you just asked. Given the fact that I wasn't with Jarred of course” you explained. Buckys hands clenched into a fist, quickly straightening up looking at you fully. 

“Is that what you think? that im just trying to have sex with you? You can get that bullshit out of your head right now, because I want you as my wife for the rest of my life. I know how you are and Ive always loved your personality. When I saw you again, it was like god came down and pointed directly at you and said, “shes the one” I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” he added. 

“yeah but-” he silenced you by covering your mouth with his hand, “Im not going to let you go, so just drop it” 

“do you know how insane it is to get married to someone you dont even know. Bucky we havent even been on a date how do we know were compatible” you added. Bucky was now livid, he couldnt believe how you could talk to him this way. 

“Youre such a hypocrite, you were willingly going to marry that bastard just because mommy and daddy wanted you to. Youre going to marry me and thats final. Do I have to take you away from them to do it? Because I will if I have to” he warned, his anger skyrocketing. 

Your mouth was wide open, did he really just threaten to kidnap you? There was absolutely no way. All you could do was chuckle in nervousness. 

“Youre insane” 

He quirked his head and shoulder to the side, letting out a breathy laugh, “just a little, but I did mean every word I said. Im also not fond of sharing, so dont speak to any other males unless im around. I try to not be a violent person but when I get mad, I turn into a monster. Please dont make me do something Ill regret.” he smirked giving you a quick peck to the lips before laying down again and cuddling you. 

“Yes, Sargent” you answered thinking his jealousy was cute, but you didn't even consider that he truly meant every.single.word. 

~~~Little over a month later~~~

When your parents met him, they were mesmerized. He said every single thing they wanted to hear and they ere automatically won over because he was a war hero. When he asked for you hand in marriage, your parents were surprised but ecstatic nonetheless. Their daughter would finally be on her own and living her best life as the perfect housewife. Bucky always knew that you were raised to be the best wife, your mother took care of that very early on. It made sense to choose you, you were what he’d always wanted, not to mention your beauty was  ethereal. The wedding was very simple and only close family members were invited. He dressed up in his uniform and you wore a beautiful white dress that your mom gifted you. Everything was perfect, your heart was filled with love and you thanked yourself for giving into him and giving him a chance. He had a home of his own so you moved in with him, filling each and every role that a housewife could. 

Bucky had never been happier, he loved you so much. The way you cooked for him, the way you two made love, the way you took care of everything pertaining to the house was marvelous. When he got home from work you'd be waiting for him, all dolled up and with dinner hot and ready on the table. Everything was just perfect. The only thing that haunted him was that you would leave him for another man. He was always protective over you and whenever he got jealous and you started to point it out, he would shut you up by being sexual towards you. That was your weakness, and he used that to his advantage every single time until you either dropped it or forgot about it. 

Today was going to be a busy day as you were preparing a get together to celebrate his promotion at work. The whole house was clean but you need to go to the store to get some last ingredients for his favorite dessert. Bucky told you that he didnt want you to go out alone, but you decided to break this rule just this once to do something nice for him. The store was only a short 15 minute walk from the house so you grabbed your things and left. As you got closer to the store, you kept feeling a pair of eyes following you, so you occasionally turned but there was no one there. Maybe it was just your nerves, after all you were breaking one of his rules. 

When you got inside, you started to grab your things, walking around the isles a little more, liking this freedom of not having to rush because Bucky wanted to get home. As you finished up, you got in line, waiting for your turn. The feel was back, so you turned your head around, only to be met with Jarred. You had to do a double take, you two never even got the chance to talk about anything. 

“y/n! Hello, nice to see you again” he sad softly clearing his throat as he scoped out the area, making sure he wasnt near. Your eyes widened, not sure what to say. You got mixed emotions. It was nice to see him but you felt guilty for some reason, which was bizarre since he was the one that dumped you with a note. 

“Jarred...hi” you replied, looking around yourself. You didnt want to be seen talking to him by anyone you knew. “I dont want to waste your time with small talk, but I really need to talk to you” 

“why would we need to talk? Theres nothing to talk about” you said a little too fast. 

“Its about James. He...he’s not a good person. He made me do things and..just please leave him. You dont know what he’s capable of” 

You narrowed your eyes in confusion shaking your head, “what are you talking about” 

“I dont have much time, just please...meet me at the school thats by your parents house. We can talk about everything there, let say around noon tomorrow? He’ll be at work right?”

“Jarred are you okay? Im married now, I cant be talking to you. Theres nothing that you can say that will interest me” you spat. 

“Im begging you y/n, he beat me to the ground and threatened to kill me and my entire family if I didnt leave you. Just listen to me, please. He is dangerous. Ill see you there tomorrow” he whispered walking away from you. 

The words kept replaying in your head, he threatened to kill me and my entire family if I didnt leave you.

This had to be some sick joke. There was no way that a Sargent would do that to a person. But Jarred did look pretty bruised up still, and it was super weird how fast Jarred dumped you. When you got home, you could see that his car was parked in the driveway, your heart beating faster at the thought of having to see him. 

Your hands were shaking a bit as you put the key into the lock, but the door swung open revealing your handsome husband. He smiled warmly at you, “where were you Doll, I got worried there for a second” his beautiful smile adorned his face, his white teeth shining as his eyes stared deep into your own. Oh thank god he wasnt mad. 

He stepped to the side to let you in, “im sorry honey, I went to the store to get some things that I needed. I was planning a surprise dinner for you but I had no idea you would be here now” you said, going to the kitchen and setting your bag down. 

Bucky closed the door and locked it, “yeah I got off early today, im sorry about your surprise” he muttered walking towards you. 

“Wheres my kiss” he asked impatiently, giving you a back hug. Your eyes widened, “Im sorry my love, Im just all over the place” you confessed turning around and giving him a big hug paired with a big kiss. 

He snaked his hands around you, clinging onto your waist. When you tried to turn, his arms held you in place, “Bucky I need to start making the dough for the pastries” you explained trying again to break from his arms. 

“Why dont you tell me what you were doing at the store, Doll” he asked his smile slowly fading into a scowl. 

Your eyes widened a bit, your breath catching in your throat, “w-what?” you asked confused, “how did-” 

“I asked you a question” 

“Bucky..I..I told you. To get some ingredients” you answered, cursing yourself for acting so abnormal. 

His nose flared, “What else were you doing” he muttered through gritted teeth as his jaw clenched. 

“Nothing, let me go, youre hurting me now” you said trying to push him away with your arms, causing him to hold on to you tighter. 

“were you doing something you weren't supposed to? is my wife out there being a whore?” taking your hair into his fist. 

You gasped, “Bucky please, stop” you whined, making him let you, your body crashing down onto the floor, you quickly backed up as he stepped closer to you. “You thought I wouldn't find out that you left the house with out me? Huh? Or that you were entertaining that pathetic excuse of a human Jarred. How fucking dare you disrespect me like that” he yelled grabbing you by your neck, pulling you up with ease. “all of a sudden you want to go back to him? Youre fucking delirious y/n, youre mine” he growled forcing himself on you. You tried to turn your head but he kept kissing you, “Youre a monster” you managed to blurt out, making him stop, “what?” he asked looking at you shocked. 

“Jarred told me what you did to him. You're a monster! How could yo-” before you said anything else your head was turned to its side in a millisecond. Your cheek started to burn, the heat flowing in. 

“Dont you ever take that tone with me again. Ive been nothing but good to you, provided for you, protected you” 

“protected me? Youre keeping me prisoner here, I cant go anywhere with out you and its suffocating. All you do is think the worst of me when in reality you should be thinking about yourself. Youre an insecure sick fuck” you yelled, running past him to the door. When you turned the knob and open it, he slammed it shut. He grabbed you and forced you down to your knees, “if you really think im sick then let me show you exactly how truly sick I can be” he spat taking his dick out. He pulled your hair and pushed passed your lips, guiding you with his hands. Usually you take him little by little because of how big he is but today, he was shoving his dick so far down your throat that it made you choke and gag. 

“Mhm thats right Doll, choke on my dick like the whore you are he hissed, bucking his hips towards your mouth, absolutely ruining your face. Your face makeup started to go everywhere, and your nice hair was now all over the place. “You cant escape me y/n...even if I let you run, ill always find you or you'll come right back to me like a kitten who is loyal to their master” he moaned before spilling his cum down your throat. He kept himself inside you, forcing you to swallow his seed. He laughed and pulled out, smearing his remains on your face. 

He yanked you up by the neck, ripping your cute dress to shreds. “come here kitten, Daddy needs to teach you a lesson” he commanded. In the living room there was a great big window that faced the busy street, and when you put two and two together you started to fight him, “NO! NO PLEASE” you begged, your futile attempt to stop him made him chuckle. He pressed you onto the window, taking out his switchblade and pressing it to your neck. There was a little see through veil curtain that covered the window, so no one would be able to make out that he had a knife to your neck. “everyone knows where we live and who we are Doll, and everyone will know who you belong to” he threatened before he shoved his dick inside you, holding your arms behind your back while the other hand was pressing the blade into your soft skin. With your cries, you tried to mask your moans, grunting a little harder when his dick penetrated you deeper and deeper. “It angers me to think that anyone would ever touch you the way I do, but it brings me great peace knowing that that will never happen because if I cant have you, Doll.. then no one can” he warned, snapping his hips into you the blade pressing harder against you. Your moans started to spill out, your screams and cries pushing through the window. People could clearly see what was happening but you weren't able to see who was watching. 

Many people were shocked to see such a vulgar scene but they kept it moving because it was Sargent Barnes and no one would ever think to bother Americas greatest hero. “Bucky...please, stop” you cried, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. Your cheek was starting to hurt due to all the impact that it made onto the window. “Are you scared of me” he asked, dragging his blade from your neck down to your side. You didn't want to answer so he quickly drew his blade from your skin, lightly cutting you, making your scream/cry. “Are you scared of me, kitten?” he repeated, now dragging it down close to your clit. “Yes! YEs, I am” you cried, big tears falling from your eyes. “Good, you should be. I truly am a monster, so let this be the last time you test me. I would really hate to ruin that beautiful face of yours, but I will if I have to” he laughed dragging the knife from your clit up to your face, “Now let me hear you say it, who do you belong to” 

“I belong to you, Sargent Barnes~” 

[cultofdixon]

A peaceful moment

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • When the chaos settled, the two finally got to as well…preparing to bring a little one into the new world • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Nudity • TW: Pregnancy / Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

The archer quietly enters the house expecting no one and nothing going on, and for the most part that was true. He placed his crossbow by the door before making his way to the bedroom. To his surprise his partner was awake and he immediately brought himself up behind her wrapping his arms around her.

“Why are you awake?”

“Why did you come home late?”

“Don’t turn this on me, woman.” Daryl scoffs, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before pulling away about to lay in the bed when he noticed everything scattered on the mattress. “What’s all this?”

“The maps are of the communities. A few books on farming, composting,…uh. Infrastructure…”

“Why yea taking on all this stress when we’ve got somethin’ coming in two months?” The archer pointed to the belly on his now annoyed partner as she tosses the books she was holding onto the mattress, the baby books that Maggie has found/given to her. “Yeah Carol gave me one, but should’ve gone to yea if you had so many”

“Why are they all different! They all have the same scary things that could happen to me or the baby—-LIKE THE APOCALYPSE WASN’T ENOUGH” She snaps only for Daryl to push aside everything on the bed and making her sit down.

“Y/N, everything is different cuz of the apocalypse. But everything right now is fine” Daryl frowns sitting beside her trying to soothe her anxiety by rubbing up and down her leg. “Shouldn’t take on any extra stress, there’s a fuckton of people to take care of everythin’ else”

“I’m usually the one preaching that to you” Y/N giggles for a short lived moment as she looks down at her belly resting her hands on the bump. “…I just..”

“Hm?” Daryl gently nudges her, not receiving the rest of that sentence for a while as he brought himself closer. “Sunshine?”

“It’s just hard…having all this control back when he’s still around” She frowns feeling her hormones get the best of her, making the tears fall on the matter.

“He’s not gonna come anywhere near yea, unless he wants a death wish. You’re safe, we’re safe…he’s locked up and we gotta enjoy these moments”

“Before your attention is only on our son or daughter?”

That made her partner glare for a split second before bringing his arm around her shoulders pulling her in.

“If they’re anythin’ like you, it might be difficult to give yea both my undying love” Daryl jokes listening to her giggle as she smacks his chest.

The next morning came and the static from the radio picked up the voice from the other line. Daryl groans slightly when he heard it go from nothing to a clear voice.

“Daryl? You copy?”

“What” He sighs holding the radio up to his face as he returned to his laying position.

“You helping us today on the runs or the farming plans—-“

“Nope” Daryl cuts him off tossing the radio back on the nightstand before turning away wrapping his arm around Y/N who was half awake for that short lived conversation.

Then the static from another radio made both groan to the sound.

“Y/N, you around? Daryl cut me off. Was it poor connection?” Rick voices came through Y/N’s radio that she only had for emergencies or when she was a bit more involved in the rebuild since the Savior’s war ended. “I could really use him today. So please chime in. He’s most likely—-“ Y/N took her radio, turning her channel off before tossing the radio into her nightstand then returning back on her side already uncomfortable.

“He’s going to come to our door”

“I’ll punch him if he does” Daryl mumbles into her shoulder once he brought himself back against her.

The two slept in for a little while longer until Daryl got up to go make breakfast for his partner. He approaches the front door looking through the peep hole seeing the retired sheriff approaching, only for him to lock the door and continue on with his day.

Once Y/N eventually made her way to the kitchen after smelling something good, even if it took her a few minutes just to get out of bed. She noticed the front door was forcefully opened that when she rounded the corner to see Rick’s apologetic expression along with a red blotch getting worse on his face. She debated turning around and leaving.

“I thought y’all got hurt for ignoring and cutting my channel off”

“So…you broke in…with known residents that have PTSD?”

“When yea put it like that, then I don’t gotta have Daryl apologize for punching me in the face” Rick scoffs as Daryl came into view with a plate of food for Y/N noticing her debating expression.

“I’ll apologize when he fixes the door—-and yea ain’t eating this in bed” Daryl states setting the plate down and smacking Rick’s hand when he tried taking a piece of toast as Y/N quickly (in her own way) swiped the plate and eating her food in the kitchen.

“If y’all wanted a day off. Yea couldve—-“

“I’m seven months pregnant I shouldn’t have to ask”

“And I’m her husband”

“So you don’t have to ask because you’re the baby daddy?” Rick asks as he watches both of them turn toward him with an immediate glare. “Alright. I’ll fix the door tomorrow, give y’all the day” he got up from the table and went on his way, not knowing how he’ll explain the growing bruise on his face to Michonne.

Y/N started to laugh at the situation while eating the breakfast of toast, eggs, and fresh vegetables, Daryl prepared for her. “You should’ve asked, he would’ve said yes”

“I asked Michonne, she should’ve told Rick”

“She was most likely watching Judith, and forgot. I wonder how she’s going to react to the wound on her man”

“Like yea when I’d come back hurt”

“…I do hope Michonne doesn’t kill you, because that’s what I did last time” Y/N reminds Daryl as she brought herself back into the dining room taking a seat.

“She better be as feisty as you are” Daryl sat beside her resting his hand on her belly while she continued to eat.

“Think it’s gonna be a girl?”

“Mmm. I’d like a girl”

“Not a boy?”

“Well, do yea want me to tell yea I’d like one of each with yea when we haven’t even experienced one yet?” Daryl smirks with a bit of a head tilt as Y/N thought about it before smacking his forehead gently with her empty hand. “Yeah. We’ll see if she’s a monster and that’ll determine—-“

“He will not be a monster! May have your attitude but—-“

“Oh I’ve got an attitude?” Daryl leaned back crossing his arms as Y/N gave him a look that made him fold. “Alright. Sometimes. But she’s gonna come out more like yea”

Y/N snickered a bit, setting down the fork as she gestured for him to give her his hand which he did. She immediately places it on the part of her bump that is feeling a lot of the baby’s kicking.

“She is kicking the shit out of me—-and you are a feisty over-protective beast of a man, she’s turning out like you and I’d prefer it”

“So…we are agreeing on she?”

“If you agree on her personality being more like you” Y/N smiles taking another bite out of the tomato.

“She will have my strength, our feistiness, and if she’s over-protective with whatever it may be when she’s around? It could be either you or me” Daryl kept his attention on the baby as they continued to talk.

Once breakfast was done, Y/N made her way to the nursery while Daryl filled her canteen up again before meeting up with her.

“Should we get started on this?”

“Nah, no ‘we’”

“Seriously?” Y/N laughs, taking the offered canteen as she watches her husband push the rocking chair that Ezekiel gifted them into a clear corner. He then gestured her to come sit which she’ll happily do at this stage of the pregnancy.

“You direct and I’ll do. But I gotta get my tools for half of this” Daryl states taking a quick note of everything he’d have to hang up and as he did so, Y/N went through the basket of toys gifted and what Daryl has found on runs. “Alright I’m gonna—-“ he stopped when he noticed Y/N start sobbing while holding a plush bunny.

“Look how cute it is”

“Y/N…”

“It’s gonna be our baby’s! She’s gonna snuggle it at night and cry to you to check for monsters in the closet, reassure her and her bunny.” She continued to sob as she played with the bunny ears on the plush, feeling Daryl’s presence over her as he leans down just enough to wipe away her tears and give her reassuring kisses. “Oh my god we better have a girl”

“And why is that?” He says softly, brushing the hair away from her face and the stray tears.

“Daddy’s little girl…I can just picture it” Y/N smiles through the joyful tears. “This sweet little girl just attaching herself to you…always being held protectively by her daddy…you reading her bedtime stories, checking for monsters under the bed, always making sure she has her favorite plushie with her…you’d even cave when she has nightmares and wants to sleep with us. Her just fast asleep on your chest while you rub soothing circles on her back…”

Daryl can definitely picture it now, and this baby better be a girl. He’ll always make sure both his girls are perfect.

“You’re gonna make me cry if yea keep going”

“Okay…okay, go get your tools and let’s get some of this room done so we don’t stress later”

“Mhm. Not like she won’t be in a crib in our room for the first few months of her life”

“Oh I know she’s going to be on your side. You’re going to hog our baby” She laughs wiping away the dried tears as Daryl kisses the top of her head.

“Only seems fair cuz you’re carryin’ the little pumpkin for nine months”

“Oh I know my love. But unlike you? My breasts are useful” Y/N adds only to laugh after when he scoffs to that comment.

“Instead of us fightin’ for the baby, it’s gonna be me and the baby fightin’ over yea” Daryl made one last comment before going to get what he needs while Y/N continues to laugh and think about their little girl.

The archer worked on the nursery for a couple hours while listening to his girl talk about their baby and following her occasional instruction. She continued to talk about how this little girl will be his little princess that he wouldn’t dare let anything happen to her and a few moments he would have to stop to console his wife when she would start crying all over again at the thought. He even started to go on about how overwhelmingly in love he’ll be at the sight of both his girls together. Even in the apocalypse, he will try to get both his girls to match because he always thought that was a cute idea.

For someone whose exterior is mean and scary, he’s a total softie inside and that will only ever be shown to his girls.

“Think we should stop here”

“Yeah, thinkin’ I’ll shower before making yea dinner”

“Or…we could take a bath together and make dinner together after”

Daryl pondered the thought for a moment before ultimately agreeing, even if it’ll be a bit of a squeeze getting both in the tub.

Once they eventually got in and relaxed, Y/N leans back into Daryl after a moment in the bath looking up at him comfortably as he presses a kiss to her temple.

“You think…I’ll be a good mom?”

“Of course I do” He frowns wondering where that came from. “Everyone’s seen how you were with Judith…and Carl…even Sophia back then…”

“Yeah…but this is our baby, it’s going to be different”

“Yeah, it is…but just like the others, we have a village in case we need anybody. You’ve got me first though. Not like you’d need my help anyway”

“I’ll always need you, D” Y/N shifted slightly feeling Daryl’s arms wrap around her and continuing to leave occasional kisses to her temple. “It’s just scary. You’re a natural with kids, and you’re saying I am too…but this is going to be our first baby. I’m just scared of messing it up”

“Y’know messing up comes with the parenting job right?” Daryl chuckles lightly resting his cheek against her head. “It’s okay to fumble. We’ve got each other and we’ll be great in our own way. Baby ain’t even here and we love her to pieces”

“She’s going to be perfect”

“Yes she is…”

She’s going to be perfect because of you Daryl thought as the two were now back in their bed hours later, Y/N fast asleep facing her partner as he had his hand on her belly keeping an eye on her for a little while.

Before falling asleep himself and keeping close to the both of them. He really enjoyed these peaceful moments…

And can’t wait to spend it with both of them.

[gamerwoo]

[SKZ Imprinted] Stray Kids: Dungeons & DragonsWerewolves (Spin-Off)

Characters: ot8 skz x ocs

Genre/warnings: college au, werewolf au (sort of), humor, minor angst. lots of d&d happening (coming from someone who knows very little about d&d), possible major character death in the beginning and the end but not really, a twist on dream theory

Word count: 2,976

Summary: What if it was all just one elaborate D&D campaign?

a/n: this wasn't requested i just thought this might be fun hehe

SKZ Imprinted Masterlist

This was it. This was the moment the entire pack had been waiting for.

Jungkook was back.

The only problem was it wasn't on the terms they'd hoped. They wanted Namjoon to track him down. They wanted the hunters to bring him to them under safe circumstances so they could be sure everyone on their side would be safe.

Instead, it was chaos.

Ryujin was held tightly in front of him, one of his strong arms wrapped around her to keep her there. In his other hand was a gun, the barrel pressed to her temple. Jungkook's wild eyes scanned the small crowd in front of him.

"Don't move," he threatened through clenched teeth, his jaw impossibly tight, "or I'll shoot."

But how could Minho not move? Of course he was going to do anything to save his mate, even if it meant putting his own life in danger.

He lunged forward, betting on his reflexes being faster than Jungkook's. The hunter moved his arm that held the gun to his sister's head and--

Bam!

The room froze, all eyes going from Ryujin to Minho as time seemed to slow. Chan's jaw dropped as he watched his brother fall to his knees in front of Jungkook. He saw the bullet come out from the back of Minho's head--

"No fuckin' way!"

Aeri slowly lifted her gaze from the two large books she propped up around her like a child in school taking an exam and trying to hide their test behind folders and binders. Spread out in front of her were more papers. But instead of her eyes being wide as she read off of the papers she had written and spent hours planning, she was now glaring at the cause of the interruption.

"Minho died?!" Hyunjin gasped, looking at the dungeon master with wide brown eyes.

"Well dumbass over here wanted to just lunge at Jungkook like a psychopath!" she stated, gesturing across the long table to the psychopath in question.

Minho still looked displeased, continuing his earlier outburst, "There's absolutely no shot I die there."

"There was actually a shot," Seungmin stated, "and you did die to it."

Minho continued to glare at Aeri as he grabbed his d20 without looking, while she scanned over her paperwork to make sure she was correct -- even though she knew she was. She had copies of all of their character sheets and had been keeping careful track of all of their stats. Minho definitely hit 0.

She looked up and nodded once, stating, "Roll."

It was her idea to start this D&D campaign. She actually came up with all of the characters and their backgrounds. She also decided to modify it to make it at least a little more realistic.

Originally, the eight boys were supposed to be part of a gang with all of them having different roles. But her boyfriend begged to be a werewolf, and then Seungmin decided he needed to be one, and it snowballed into all eight men banning together to create their werewolf pack.

Chan was their fearless alpha, which gave him an extra strength point just for that. Aeri assigned Minho as a Rogue, taking some inspiration from his slyness in real life. Changbin was a Rogue Barbarian, using a mix of stealth and brute force to take down any foes in his path. The others in the pack were simply 'Scholars', a class Aeri invented for this "realistic" campaign -- though, Hyunjin's character had a mysterious past that nobody knew details about, and they had yet to discover anything else about his possible class or alignment.

Overall, the girlfriends of the group were simple Human Scholars with their different alignments. The only exceptions were Jamie, and the sisters. Jamie's class and alignment were both unknown, though her character was a mostly non-verbal person with a lot of her thoughts, emotions, and past kept a mystery.

The youngest of the Jeon sisters was classified as a Fighter, while Elsie was a Werewolf Hunter -- another class Aeri invented, but said it was a sub-class of Fighter.

And their brother was made one of the villains, and was the current main villain. All because Aeri was upset he wouldn't join their campaign.

Minho's die hit the table. 14.

"One win," he smirked.

"Two more to go," Aeri reminded him.

"Wasn't there a rule last time about not going with Minho's first answer and letting the group decide?" Ankita recalled while the rolls for combat continued.

"Yeah, but it wasn't as fun," Aeri sighed. "I made an executive decision as DM to undo the rule."

"Honestly," Jamie spoke up, holding a steaming mug of tea between both hands, "it's his own fault for getting shot."

"It's Aeri's fault for rolling a 19!" Minho shouted, making Mari jump during her turn to roll, prematurely dropping the die on the table.

"Okay, okay," Chan stepped in to calm the group before they decided to gang up on his girlfriend, "let's remember this isn't the first time someone got shot -- and Elsie lived."

"Barely," she stated. "I literally met God, like, 3 times."

The bad thing about having a DM who only just recently got into D&D and only knew the bare minimum -- if that -- was that Aeri tended to just make things up as she went. She wasn't always sure when to roll Perception or Initiative or when to roll for one's literal life. So sometimes she just...made things up.

The good thing about having a DM like Aeri, though, was that things were always interesting. Sometimes she would throw things in as she went, even if they weren't pre-planned. Having her ex-boyfriend, Taehyung be the original bad guy along with her mutual friends with him was something she had planned all along, but she decided to really focus on Jungkook out of nowhere when he refused to join the campaign when she offered that one time he came over for the Halloween party. She had always planned for Elsie to be a Fighter, but decided last minute to add on Werewolf Hunter when her and Seungmin went on The World's Shortest Break just to tease them. She made the decision while they were actively rolling for their Abilities to lower Minho, Hyunjin, and Jisung's Intelligence and Wisdom scores despite what they had rolled because she just couldn't have them being smart in any universe.

The die hit the table again. 1.

Aeri smirked at Minho, "Two losses. Good luck, champ."

"Two?!" Minho exclaimed angrily. "But I--"

"If you roll less than 10, it's one loss. If you roll a 1, it counts for two," Seungmin explained before rolling his eyes. "Don't you pay attention to the rules?"

"Not when Chan's girlfriend makes up half of them!" he shouted, gesturing toward the DM at the head of the table.

All she did was stare back at Minho, glance around the table, and shrug.

"Some of us died several times and aren't complaining," Elsie reminded him.

"Babe, can you just roll?" Ryu whined softly. "This is supposed to be fun."

"It's fun when I'm not about to die!" he exclaimed again before tossing the die across the table, landing on Hyunjin's character sheets.

The younger boy looked down in front of him before looking up at Minho to tell him, "19."

Minho tossed his head back and loudly groaned before shouting, "Motherfucker!"

The rest of the table, however, was having a fantastic time watching Minho struggle. He was so close to an instant win, and they couldn't help but laugh at his failure.

"If you die, you can always have Yoongi bring you back to life," Minseo shrugged. "I don't see the problem."

"That was only because Yoongi showed up for one game night and he wanted to do something cool," Aeri stated. "If he's not here, he can't help you."

"That's a stupid rule and you know it," Minho huffed, rolling his eyes until they glared at Aeri.

"Not stupid. Intentionally mean," Hyunjin corrected.

Aeri just grinned, "If it wasn't so funny seeing Minho get this mad at a game, maybe the rules would be different."

"Monopoly may end friendships but DnD completely burns all bridges of friendship," Ankita said quietly as she stared down at the table, too afraid to look up in case she caught Minho's intense stare.

Minho blew on the die, mumbling, "C'mon, c'mon..."

Finally, with a deep breath that was slowly let out, Minho tossed the die onto the table. Everyone leaned over to see what the outcome was, some standing up from their seats to see. And...

Ryu cried out Minho's name, one hand reaching out for him as she squirmed to get away, but Jungkook just tightened his grip. Some of the pack stayed frozen, trying to process what had happened as Minho blood pooled on the floor around where he lay seemingly lifeless. Others fell to their knees, sobs wracking their bodies.

Chan was one of the few that hadn't yet processed what exactly had happened as he stared at Minho's body. But as he stared, he realized...he was still breathing. Was it possible that maybe, somehow, Jungkook hadn't used a silver bullet? Maybe he didn't have access to that after running away? Maybe there was a chance for Minho to live.

But they would have to act quickly.

"I try to distract Jungkook to get his attention off of Minho and avoid a finishing blow, and so Changbin can sneak around and attack," Chan stated for his turn.

Aeri nodded for him to roll the dice.

Slowly, the alpha put up his hands in surrender. Jungkook's gaze and gun immediately pointed to him, but Chan didn't even flinch.

"It doesn't have to end like this," he said slowly and calmly as he tentatively took a small step forward, testing the waters. Jungkok was shaking and had clearly lost all rational thought, but this was still a risk Chan was willing to take for his brother. "You don't want to hurt Ryujin -- I know you don't. You care about her. You just want your family back and for things to go back to normal. Trust me, I understand that. But...this isn't how you should go about it."

Changbin tried to pull himself together, sniffling as he wiped stray tears from his cheeks. His reddened eyes stay trained on Jungkook as he slowly and cautiously took a step to the side. He just wanted to get out of the rogue hunter's line of sight. But currently, Jungkook seemed to have tunnel-visioned onto Chan.

"You still have a chance to stop yourself from hurting her and making it worse," Chan assured Jungkook. His eyes were sincere, even if they were still blood red. "If you walk away now and let Minho go--"

"This isn't realistic literally at all," Elsie was the one to interrupt this time with a huff and a roll of her eyes.

Aeri froze, eyes wide in annoyance and staring at her sheet. She slowly moved her gaze to the older girl toward the other end of the table, "What now?"

"You really think Kookie wouldn't notice that absolute unit side-stepping away?" she snorted.

Jisung sighed, "Fine, I'll roll for distract--"

"No," Seungmin stated. "Every time you roll for speed when you're driving in serious situations, you end up going, like, 5 under."

"Fine, then you do it," Jisung told him in a sassy, high-pitched voice.

"For Minho? No."

"Your character would, though," Hyunjin reminded him.

Seungmin let out the loudest and most drawn-out groan before picking up his die and rolling it in his hand. He threw it on the table and immediately was beaming.

"15!"

However, his smile fell when he saw the way Aeri was looking at him, "What?"

Seungmin took a step forward to start running and immediately shifted, roaring at Jungkook as he lunged toward him. Jungkook's arm moved at lightening speed, and all Chan could do was cry out, "No!"

Jungkook shot Seungmin in the chest, but the distraction was still enough for Changbin to sneak up on the hunter and wrap one arm around his neck before forcing the gun out of his grasp with his other hand. Chan rushed to Ryu's aid to get her away from her brother before handing her off to Felix, who escorted the girl out of the room while she was kicking and screaming for Minho.

"How do I get shot?!" Seungmin demanded.

"Shut it, you're still alive. It wasn't a vital shot. Get a higher number next time," she said dismissively before going back to the story.

Jisung and Jeongin rushed to help Changbin subdue Jungkook, while Hyunjin went to the alpha's side as he examined the hurt wolves. Chan had rolled Minho onto his back and saw his chest was still rising and falling, even if it was shallow. He knew a bullet that wasn't made out of silver wouldn't kill him, but it could still wound him pretty badly. For all he knew, he could have permanent brain damage. And Seungmin could face something similar.

"We need to get them out of here," Chan breathed, trying to stay calm. "We need to get them to Josh and Aya."

"How are they still alive?" Hyunjin questioned. "It shouldn't be possible, right?"

Chan had his suspicion the bullet wasn't silver, but he had to make sure. His eyes scanned the floor until he found the bullet from Minho. Without even thinking about it, he reached for it, hissing in pain as it immediately sizzled against his skin.

His eyes widened.

"Roll to kill Jungkook!" Changbin shouted out of turn.

Aeri immediately turned to him, "Can you wait your turn? It's technically Jeongin's anyway."

"Roll to kill Jungkook!" Jeongin cheered with a wide grin.

"Don't you have the lowest stats?" Jisung asked.

"No, I'm way smarter than you are."

"Are you sure?" Aeri asked, her tone serious as she looked across the table at the youngest. "If you don't roll high enough, it could end badly for you."

"What, another fake shot?" Minho scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"No."

All eyes went to Aeri. This was very crucial information to the campaign. She was warning them that this time, there would be a very real death for Jeongin's character. There would be no going back.

"I don't want to spoil anything, but...I know this run means a lot to you guys so far. So...just a warning," she told him with a shrug. "Are you sure?"

The group looked around between each other. The girls didn't really have much to do with the current predicament, so it was something the boys had to work out. But ultimately, they decided it was Jeongin's decision. Did he think he would be lucky enough to roll a number high enough to actually get rid of the biggest villain thus far in the campaign?

Jeongin stared at his d20. Did he think he could do it? Did he even want to risk it? But if he pulled it off, it would be so cool. And it would be such a big accomplishment within the campaign. They could move onto something new or even expand Ryu and Elsie's lore with this. Overall, the opportunities for Jeongin pulling this off would be great for the group.

But if he failed...

Jeongin lifted his hand, pausing like he was second-guessing if he should pick up the die. But then his hand moved forward again.

"You're killing me off?"

The majority of the group at the table jumped. Hyunjin even let out a gasp and almost fell into Mari's lap as he put a hand to his chest.

"What are you doing here?" Ryu whined, looking at her twin brother that had just walked into Jeongin's parents' dining room.

"Didn't you tell me to pick you guys up at 9?" Jungkook asked, checking his phone again to make sure he had the time right.

Jisung's eyes widened, "It's already 9?!"

"It's passed my bedtime..." Ankita mumbled.

"Oh, shit," Chan chuckled as he also checked the time on his phone. "Didn't realize it was already ending time."

"But it was just getting good!" Minseo whined.

"And I'm on death's door with chucklehead over there," Minho scowled, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to Seungmin. "We can't just leave it like this!"

"If you guys are killing me, shouldn't I fight for myself?" Jungkook asked.

Aeri scoffed, "No! You didn't want to join the campaign to begin with!"

"Yeah, but now my life is on the line," he countered. "Can't I join in at least for the boss battle?"

"We don't even know if Jeongin is gonna go for it," Jamie said.

"And we apparently won't know until next week," Aeri sighed as she slapped one of her books closed.

"Well," Jungkook began as everyone started collecting their belongings and standing up from their chairs to leave, "maybe I'll hang around next week to see what happens."

Aeri eyed the boy up and down, eyes narrowed. She had wanted him to join... Maybe letting him play his own boss battle -- if it happened -- would be interesting. Even if Jeongin didn't go through with it, just watching the group play might convince Jungkook to join.

She grabbed Jungkook's character sheets, and the notes from the campaign so far from her folder and slapped them into his chest, "Study up, buddy."

"Alright, dingdong," Elsie walked up behind her younger brother and reached up to mess up his hair, "let's roll."

Jungkook shot her a dirty look, "Can you not?"

"Bye, guys!" Ryujin called as she put a hand on her brother's back to guide him out behind Elsie.

"Can't believe we're leaving it on a cliffhanger..." Changbin mumbled, clearly unsatisfied with the current ending.

Aeri just shrugged with a sweet smile, "Isn't that what this campaign does best?"

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[watatsumiis]

Reader with chronic headaches series - Dottore edition

Yes. this is self indulgent. I deserve it because head hurty and i can just feel its gonna get worse. As bonkers as he is, i think he'd be a great person to have look after you when you're not well (provided you have a close bond with him). Be aware that this is heavily based off of my own experiences with chronic headaches and migraines (and what I do to look after myself when I have them), and is not indicative of everyone's experiences.

Content: Gender neutral reader (implied to have chronic headaches and/or migraines), pre-established platonic relationship with Dottore, just. general Dottore warning, he's a little creepy and likes to keep lists about people.

At first, he's weird about it. He's trying to note down your symptoms and figure out exactly what's wrong, giving you solutions that (surprise surprise) don't work. It would almost be sweet if you didn't know he saw you more as a puzzle to solve at this point.

The idea of chronic illnesses is like a challenge to this man, he's so annoying about it, constantly bothering you about your symptoms, asking you to chart your headaches, where you'd rate them on a scale of one to ten, etc., at this point, he's almost more of a headache than the headaches themselves.

Eventually though, he calms down a bit and starts being actually helpful. He's very observant, so he picks up on the common signals you give off when you've got a headache or a migraine coming on, even if you don't notice them yourself.

When he notices, he'll have someone wordlessly bring you a cool glass of water and your pain relief of choice, sometimes even offer to take over your more menial duties to remove some stress from you.

He takes careful note of what you do to help alleviate them and will replicate those actions, sometimes sternly ordering you around when you're continuing to try and push yourself further. Being of such a high rank, he's easily able to take advantage of it to give you a day or two off.

He'll usher you into a quiet, dark room with a nice cool temperature and a pile of blankets, making sure you're stocked up with plenty of water and your preferred brand of pain relief, while nattering away about what he thinks may be the root cause of your pain this time (as much as he tries to eliminate all potential causes, some still manage to slip through the cracks).

He's uncharacteristically tender with you when you're in pain, especially if he feels guilty for not noticing before it got as bad as it has. He's gentle and speaks in a soft, low voice that's both easy to understand and listen to even through the ringing in your ears.

Though he's used to how your symptoms manifest, it doesn't mean that he worries any less - he still checks up on you just a little too often, but he always tries extremely hard not to disturb you, especially if you decide to take a nap or have a lie down.

He makes sure you're extra stocked up with your favourite snacks, blankets and comfort items, and might even try to find you something simple to keep you entertained that isn't too much strain on your head if you get bored or restless (you're not sure where he got these colouring pages from, but they're well made!)

The amount of documentation he keeps on you is almost unnerving, there's enough there that, even when he's not around, there'll be someone who has been given a briefing and knows exactly what to do to help you.

Once you're feeling better, he scolds you if you overworked yourself or acted too stubborn, insisting that he's a doctor and you should listen to him.

Overall, he's a great person to have take care of you when you're not feeling a hundred percent. He's willing to field almost any request if it'll get you back up and feeling well again.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites (without credit + permission).

[ssahotchnerr]

So I’ve been daydreaming about missing Aaron, but, perks of being married to the boss, you make the office your home for the afternoon. Special privileges. Penelope will - without a doubt - bring you tea, and you’ll fall asleep on the couch across from Aaron’s desk to the sound of him quietly working and the ghost sensation of him gently tucking his suit jacket around you

I don’t know why, but the idea of falling asleep on Hotch’s office couch is so??? dear?? to?? me??? and that even while he’s working, one eye is keeping watch over you 🥹😭

this 🥹🥹🥹 taking a snooze on aaron's couch 😣 yes please. and yet again i am promising to make this into a full fic <3

cw; mentions of food

AH you're like the bau's own personal celebrity hehe 🫶🏻 everyone, and i mean everyone, knows who you are.

the team obviously already knew who you were, but all the other people who work there? it didn't take them very long to figure it out with how frequently you visit. but it did all start when you brought aaron lunch one day. he and the rest of the team had just been in the roundtable room, and as they were exiting, you were just entering the bullpen with lunch in hand. aaron's eyes instantly lit up when he saw you <3 he gave you that sweet smile of his, kisses you on the cheek and greets you "hi honey" 🥹🥹 before grabbing your hand and escorting you to his office.

again, literally everyone knows who you are. if you're entering the building, walking through a hallway or the bullpen, there's people saying hello and acknowledging you. you being there has simply become a normal thing. hehe you and aaron are known as the attractive power couple <3

penelope is basically your best friend. she's always ecstatic when you visit, she'll try and steal you from aaron's office to come hang out with her in her lair instead. since she has proudly taken on the roll of bringing you tea (AH hehe some days there's a lil competition between her and aaron, to see who brings you a cup first <333), she always make sure your favorite kind is in the bau's pantry. hehe and derek constantly teases you about being married to aaron🙄🥰 he'll joke around with you, asking you if there's a way you can get aaron to give them more vacation time, less paperwork, things like that. if you live in aaron's office??? - that's one of his favorites. he's always asking you if they're going to replace aaron's nameplate on the wall with your name instead🙄🥰

but the naps <333 hehe it makes aaron's heart flutter when he peeks up from paperwork and sees you, whether you're napping, working, reading, etc.. it helps him put his mind at ease. plus he's able to steal kisses from you whenever he likes 😌 while you get to be near him because missing him throughout the day just hurts too much. it's a win-win situation for you both <3 and the quiet small talk 🥹 of course you don't want to distract him, but there's just something so <3333 about aaron working, you lounging on the couch, and talking about everything and anything. hehe he gets so 🥹 when you're going on about something, but you're beginning to doze off. hehe your words are incoherent and mumbly and you're trying so so hard to stay awake but can't. when you finally fall silent, he'll get up from his chair, place his jacket or the spare blanket (kept in his office for instances like this) on you gently, and gives you a kiss on the head before going back to work.

in addition to the blanket, aaron keeps other things in his office for you as well 🥹 there's an extra copy of your favorite book, he has a drawer of snacks just for you, just different things you might randomly need while you're there.

plus!!! occasionally there's some after hours action <3333;) if no one else is around, and it just makes you love that couch even more hehe🥰

[i43shuji]

— seventeen as types of students | ot13.

🎧 genre : headcanon, crack-ish

🎧 warning/s : none

— seungcheol [ the class president that's too nice ]

“please be quiet, the teacher is talking.”

୨୧ he's a softie with his classmates most of the time and will only be strict when necessary

୨୧ the teachers definitely love this guy

୨୧ he'd carry their stuff back to the faculty room with a smile

୨୧ literally so nice and polite to everyone

୨୧ but if any of his classmates get treated badly for the wrong reasons, he is the first one to defend them

୨୧ won't care if he's against the teacher or a senior, he will stand up for the mistreated

୨୧ maybe a little too nice because others take advantage of him

୨୧ he's also the type to offer you materials when he notices you didn't bring anything with you

୨୧ no pencil? he has a spare. no paper? he bought extra. no lunch? he orders a whole buffet. no place to live in? he gives you one of his penthouse apartments

୨୧ i'm just kidding, but you get what i mean

— jeonghan [ the intelligent mischief maker ]

“quiz? today? didn't you say it's on monday?”

୨୧ looks like he isn't paying attention but still gets perfect scores in his quizzes and exams. let me add that he's also the captain of a varsity team

୨୧ is 100% the student who stalls the teacher by asking more questions and whatnot to prevent any surprise tests

୨୧ everyone discreetly encourages him to continue stalling

୨୧ a professional at it because the teacher is already gossiping to the class when it's almost dismissal in two minutes

୨୧ c'mon you've seen the going seventeen episodes, this man can and will gaslight his teachers into thinking they don't have a quiz

୨୧ i also think he'd make minor pranks in class

୨୧ good luck being his seat mate because he'll slowly turn you into his partner-in-crime

୨୧ well, who doesn't want to be his partner-in-crime?

୨୧ he's calm when he needs to be, but that might mean he's plotting ways to bring havoc upon the entire class

୨୧ finds it amusing when his classmates are annoyed by his antics because what are they going to do? disrespect the one who stalls for them?

— joshua [ the hidden ace student ]

“you can copy my notes, i don't mind.”

୨୧ the one guy that doesn't stand out at first but when he does, it'll shock you to see how capable he is

୨୧ he's really talented and capable though remains modest about it

୨୧ bro could be a model for a high-end brand but downplays it TT

୨୧ everyone relies on him for the notes because he's the only diligent note taker in class

୨୧ the type you see in the corridor once and before you know it, you're trying to spot him in the crowd

୨୧ also very responsible and submits his homework days before the deadline

୨୧ he's an eligible hallway crush candidate

୨୧ no for real, he has the ability to turn heads and make others double take as soon as he walks past them

୨୧ joshua would also be part of the varsity team, be a student intern, join multiple extracurricular clubs, and even have a position in the student council

୨୧ the guy is living his student life to the fullest, i swear

— jun [ the unintentional class clown ]

“wait don't start the test yet, i don't have a pen!”

୨୧ you know those students that try so hard to make the class laugh? well, wen junhui here is twice as funny even when he isn't trying

୨୧ all he has to do is just smile like an idiot then suddenly everyone bursts into fits of laughter

୨୧ in addition to that, he doesn't have any school materials

୨୧ his motto is literally, “insist and keep going” so he insists on not buying school stuff and keeps going like the king he is

୨୧ that was a joke, ily jun. he (at most) has a bag filled with crumpled up tissues and food wrappers, i guess.

୨୧ mostly relies on his classmates and keeps an extra eye out for the pens that fall on the floor

୨୧ even the teacher got tired of him constantly asking for materials to the point that the class set up a 'jun supplies' corner

୨୧ he's undeniably the drama teacher's favorite

୨୧ daydreams a lot during boring classes while staring out the window. all fun and games till the teacher decides to call on him

୨୧ they'll be asking, "when, junhui?" and he gives the most genuinely confused look, "...yes?" (this was funnier in my head, please tell me you get it)

— hoshi [ the proactive teacher's pet ]

“yes, i understood the lesson!” (has no idea)

୨୧ wants to be the first to acknowledge whatever the teacher says even when he doesn't actually understand what they said

୨୧ though they appreciate his energy

୨୧ that one hyper PE-enthusiastic loud student

୨୧ shows off by running two laps around the track in no time and gets sulky when someone outranks him

୨୧ well, if only he had that booster

୨୧ some would think he's overbearing but you can't really get mad at him, hoshi is a pretty passionate guy in school

୨୧ he's brought the school to the top when it comes to dance competitions, having earned countless awards and medals

୨୧ in charge of the atmosphere in the classroom. too gloomy? he'll raise everyone's spirits up

୨୧ loves getting recognition from his peers and teachers

୨୧ look, he may not have gotten that booster, but he's everyone's motivational booster

— wonwoo [ the smart laid-back honoree ]

“if possible, can i join the debate next time?”

୨୧ he has a lot to say and contribute to class discussions

୨୧ just doesn't prefer to say it unless he really feels the need to

୨୧ going against this guy in debate? he's going to destroy you while maintaining the same level of articulateness

୨୧ top one in academics and all subjects, but is still humble

୨୧ never flaunts his intelligence to others

୨୧ you can always find him in the library, super invested in the book he's reading

୨୧ wonwoo looks like he isn't into gossip but this man eavesdrops as much as he reads, you'll only be surprised to know he's updated in the recent talks of the school

୨୧ once went to school with a heart cat keychain and everyone thought he had a girlfriend

୨୧ "i was supposed to give this to my friend but i liked it so i decided to keep it for myself."

୨୧ he's allowed to be selfish when it comes to cats, it's fine

— woozi [ the mysterious guitarist ]

“who's up for the next song?”

୨୧ quiet

୨୧ literally so quiet during class and only talks when asked to recite

୨୧ he can be seen scribbling something down on his notepad or strumming the distressed rips on his jeans to a beat

୨୧ if you observe him long enough, you'll notice his feet are silently tapping in different tempos

୨୧ when it's lunch break or dismissal, you finally see why

୨୧ woozi plays his guitar in the classroom or canteen using the rhythm to what he's been tapping to earlier

୨୧ serenades the bunch of students that currently flock around him with the music he composed himself

୨୧ during group projects is where he's slightly more talkative and joins in brainstorming, since his grades depend on his idiot group mates

୨୧ also low-key eavesdrops and is against any fake classmates

୨୧ maybe there's a certain classmate of his that is considered the 'gentleman' but woozi knows it's not entirely true (i wonder who that guy is)

— dk [ the star student ]

“my performance? oh, it's on friday!”

୨୧ a school celebrity, i tell you

୨୧ he's an active reciter in class, never ashamed to raise his hand if he knows the answer

୨୧ mostly known as the guy who smiles to everyone he crosses paths with

୨୧ his popularity is insane because he's friendly and has great humor

୨୧ it only increases when there's a singing competition and it's his turn to sing. everyone, including some people of the opposing class, cheers for him

୨୧ it's the dk effect but he also has a lovable goofball side to him

୨୧ he'd be the first to donate to the school charity and it isn't because he wants to show off, he's just really genuine

୨୧ whenever the teacher isn't around yet, he sings some melodies for his classmates

୨୧ he's pretty loud, right? when the whole class laughs, there'd be a significant guffaw overpowering the others and no one has to look to know it's him

୨୧ overall, really kind, outgoing, and funny

— mingyu [ the reliable yet clumsy one ]

“how is it my fault they can't see the whiteboard?”

୨୧ ah yes, he's the notorious tall kid who obstructs the sight of other students

୨୧ at first he doesn't realize it and apologizes, but he reaches a point where he does it on purpose to piss them off

୨୧ he's the most teased in class (and secretly likes it)

୨୧ but mingyu is also one of the reliable students and provides helpful information in the class group chat

୨୧ aside from that, guess the star player of the basketball team? kim mingyu, of course

୨୧ people dread him during art projects because he makes a huge mess everywhere

୨୧ the scattered pieces of art paper? mingyu's fault. the glue spill on the teacher's table? also his fault.

୨୧ his classmates have a #BlameMingyuForEverything agenda but in an affectionate love-hate relationship way

୨୧ though he makes it up to them by staying behind after dismissal to tidy up the classroom

୨୧ yes, he probably makes the biggest mess but he also holds himself accountable and fixes it

— the8 [ the artistic soul ]

“teacher, can i change seats? my current seat mate is loud.”

୨୧ given the people he's surrounded with, you can see why he meditates

୨୧ minghao is straightforward, very frank about his thoughts, and is not afraid to let someone know they're disturbing him

୨୧ he just wants to draw in peace but his seat mate insists on having a heart-to-heart talk about tigers

୨୧ one of those people you see that have the 'quiet yet hardworking' student life

୨୧ wants to stay low-key, but if the topic is interesting to him, he'd be glad to share this thoughts

୨୧ during group projects that require creativity, everyone knows that he always takes it seriously

୨୧ if it's individually graded, minghao never lacks in his contributions which inevitably leads to his group's perfect score

୨୧ is also known as the guy who has a frog crochet theme going on. his laptop bag and bucket hat being his favorite crocheted things

୨୧ he prefers sitting where there's a good view of a landscape and uses it as inspiration for his next work

୨୧ just literally anywhere hoshi isn't

— seungkwan [ the social butterfly ]

“did you hear? a guy from our class received a heart cat keychain.”

୨୧ yes, he's the first one to be updated about gossip

୨୧ people also love sharing topics with him because he's so easy to talk to

୨୧ belongs to multiple friend groups, loves socializing with others and even the teachers

୨୧ i also think he'd do tiktok dance challenges during break time, along with other students of course

୨୧ his friend trio with dk and hoshi is by far, the most popular trio in school

୨୧ when there's a school event, he is always the emcee

୨୧ seungkwan is no doubt a well-known student, but he gets shy when others compliment him

୨୧ someone could say that the way he delivers his speech is flawless and he would melt on the spot while muttering a little 'thank you'

୨୧ he's very vocal during open discussions in class, also making fairly good points in debates

୨୧ a lovely student, no one can bring themselves to hate him

— vernon [ the one who's just there ]

“it's chwe not chew.”

୨୧ totally see him as that one person whose surname gets misspelt and/or mispronounced

୨୧ he's in his own little world, doing whatever he wants

୨୧ i don't mean that in a mischievous way, he is a really well-behaved student

୨୧ some people criticize his clothing style but he does not care and believes his unorthodox fashion sense separates him from the crowd

୨୧ vernon has something with that silly beanie of his, however he's easily identifiable that way

୨୧ literally nicknamed 'beanie kid' in the class group chat

୨୧ most students underestimate his intellectual abilities and will be surprised to see him rank somewhere in the top ten honorees of the batch

୨୧ no effort in being low profile, just some complaints from his classmates because they can't focus due to his good looks

୨୧ he's also among the active students in class discussions. he has a lot of opinions to share while remaining open-minded with the thoughts of others

୨୧ has a small, but close friend group and he's more than happy about it

— dino [ the recipient of his classmates' antics ]

“for one minute, can we please have silence for one minute?”

୨୧ he is so done with everyone

୨୧ imagine this: dino is looking forward to the start of the school year and he already bought all the materials he needs, etc... when suddenly he finds out these are the people he needs to endure school with

୨୧ all his materials are low on supply because one of his classmates don't have anything and he gets transferred to sit beside the tiger enthusiast as a sacrifice everyone but him was willing to make

୨୧ suddenly he's looking forward to the end of school

୨୧ though, over time, he learns to deal with each and every one of them. they may be a spontaneous bunch, but he appreciates them

୨୧ he's model student material and excels in anything he does

୨୧ dino is the batch representative because no one else was eligible or available for this position

୨୧ and also because he'd do really well handling the responsibilities that come with it

୨୧ has dancing as his extracurricular club and eventually became part of the school's dance troupe

୨୧ in conclusion, he's an ace of many things — dealing with his classmates being one of them

[blushcoloreddreams]

Hobbies to cultivate your feminine energy

something that i believe it´s important about femininity is the ability to enjoy leasure, doing things that remind you of your creativity , remind you of your womanhood and add to your life, to your family, firneds and the world and your hobbies are a great way to do that. It’s you leaning into your nurturing, relaxing, playful and create-full while getting a break from your day to day tasks, a moment to be present in the moment and enjoy it.

cooking / baking - this is might seem like me trying to reinforce a stereotype but as a woman there is something so fun about being in the chicken, creating something fun and delicious not only for me but for those i care for. All the processes going on, being able to tweak recipes a bit to experiment, the ability to create beautiful and wonderful things feel me with joy. You can make cookies, pastries, different types of coffees, beverages, soups and you can really use your imagination to create all sort of things there. Also knowing that what I did was liked by my friends always makes me smile and gives me a sense of pride. I personally love baking, it always feels like something extra, everyone expects a meal but there is something more about a dessert, also feel like I have way more possibilities when decorating it. It’s a great treat to give away in your Bible studies, gatherings, when you visit someone and food will always make people smile.

writing - some things people act like they are so unfeminine and you ended up being so hard on yourself and you think that it makes you so far away from the woman God made you to be, but you are actually not, you are most likely way closer than what you realize cause even if we are not aware it’s in our nature. If you have the artistic ability to write or just writing just because you enjoy it is a gift and a beautiful way to express yourself. Writing poetry, writing novels, just writing in your journal, songs is a beautiful hobby that can help relieve things inside of you

dancing - besides being a great way to move your body, keeping yourself toned and beautiful a creative outlet it's an amazing way to make new friends and bond with that. It helps you connected with yourself, when you dance you take in music , rhyth, you allow yourself to be one with that.

interior decor - it doesn’t need to be something big, just table setting can give a whole new look to your place. Personally I’d love to one day have sets for every occasion. Making everything so beautiful and try to match it with the vibes of foods you made it that day will make everything even more special. I also feel like decorating your home brings out the attention to the detail, the feminine look at things. Making the place you are in beautiful and not just a place you live shows your care for that space, besides making your day and your environment more pleasant

scrapbooking - and why not do the same to the memories you cherish? It might make me feel antiquated but I feel like we loose so much by only keeping photos in a digital format, it feels different to have a physical copy of those and scrapbooking will give you an extra outlet to express your creativity and to remember those moments all at the same time, while making beautiful gifts as well

[first-edition]

“I didn’t have any plans.”

//DO NOT COPY OR REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION//

Spencer x reader

Cw-Fluff, angst, library kisses.

Semi admitting feelings for you

“I didn’t have any plans.” Spencer says sitting cross cross in his chair.

“Good you can come with me to the library!” You say ruffling his hair.

“Ooh yes in need to find a new boook.” He says

“A book that pretty boy hasn’t read is gonna be a challenge.” Morgan says as you grab your bag. And spencer get up getting his.

“Night!” Emily says waving. You smile and wave back

———

You two walk into the library and you immediately walk to the romance section.

Scanning the shelf up and down taking out books reviewing them and then putting them back when you’ve found nothing.

“Y/n..” he says quietly not to disturb anyone nearby.

“Hmm?” You ask scanning the books.

“Can I ask you something.” He says

“Go for it.” You say

“This might seem out of the blue but with sam…how did you know he wasn’t good for you.” He says

“Oh um…hmm? I don’t know how to nessisarly explain that with out exposing myself. Hmm well for one im a profiler i guess and i don’t want someone who i can look at and know everything about, i like puzzles and sam was too easy. That sound rude but i just…that girl you were talking about a few months ago you still t-talking to her?” You ask .

“Yeah we talk everyday actually” he says rubbing his neck and talking a random book off the shelf.

“Okay then how do you know that she’s the one.. i mean its been long enough you should just tell tell her..” you say slightly hurt to tell him to go off with another woman even though you haven’t told him how you feel.

“Well.. she’s kind for one, after work shell tell me about her highs and her lows, when she’s not busy she gets me coffee with extra creamer, she’s selfless and smart, she’s friends with everyone around her and does the most when solving the cases.” He rambles but cuts himself off.

“She’s an agent.” You say blankly “sh-shit..yes.” He huffs you nod he shakes his hand and flips through the book he’s holding but quickly puts it back when realizing its fifty shades of grey.

“I um….I didn’t know you liked anyone at work.” You say turning to the book shelf focusing on the books.

“I shouldn’t have told you that..” he says “tell me more.” You say turning back to him.

“Sh-she does little things to make everyone happy. She goes shopping with Penelope, bring Morgan game ticket…” he moves closer to you “…takes extra time so notch can spend time with his family, brings family games for jj and her son, makes sure Rossi gets enough sleep…” he moves closer to you you’re back hitting the shelf blocking you from moving.

“…she spends nights with Emily watching movies…and when Elle was still around…helped her through the hospital.” He says his face moving closer to yours.

Now realizing he’s talking about you. “A-and what does she do for you?”

“Invites me to book stores, goes to cafes to watch the rain, straightens my ties, organizes my desk,…exists…and….made me fall in love with her.” He says his golden brown eyes looking into yours. “The shes in love with you too.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him he kisses you back his hands gripping your waist. The kiss deepens as his hands move under your shirt his cold hands feeling your waist and lower back.

“S-Spence.” You gasp

“Can i ask you something.” You say he nods eagerly at you.

“When you said you didn’t have any plans tonight did you mean it?” You ask.

“Yes.” He replies.

“Good….you do now.” You say grabbing his hand and walking out of the library.

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[erogenousmind]

Proofread

Warning: The below text induction is very powerful. Do not read unless you are willing to fall into a deep trance, you will not be able to resist. Suggestions will include a desire to please, to be helpless to resist falling back into trance, permanent enslavement to...

It drew Erica’s eyes immediately, as if it was flashing bright red, sirens blaring in her mind: a comma splice. She hastily corrected the error and continued to scan the document. The copy editing job had been a great way to supplement her income and actually find a productive use for a decent chunk of her education. And it was freelance so she could do as much or as little as her time allowed. She would be sent documents - all kinds of documents - fix basic spelling and grammar mistakes, send them back, and make a little extra spending money. Easy.

It can feel so wonderful to read these words, if you let it. And the best part is, you don’t even need to do anything. Just read. Just let them flow into you. You might start to hear them in your head?

Erica replaced the errant question mark. For the first few weeks, she would try to read for content as well, just to avoid the inevitable boredom, but the topics were just too strange. She didn’t even really register the text anymore. Sometimes it was enough to be able to untangle the gibberish that some people seemed to confuse for English. This was better than most, honestly. It was really easy for her to read.

You may find it easy to read over and over again. Your mind is amazing like that. It knows what it wants to do. It wants to allow itself to give in, to be slowly switched off and to learn more and more how easy it is to be blank. So it will find ways to come back over and over again. We know the real reason you will continue to read, but your mind doesn’t need to admit it. Not yet.

A stalwart defender of the Oxford comma, Erica continued to make her changes. As monotonous as this was, something about the style of writing had her more invested than usual. She found herself studying sentences an extra time or two to make sure they were correct.

...and because it feels so good to surrender, your mind will just allow it to happen. Every word you read now takes you deeper. Every word becomes more and more irresistible. You realize now how powerful every word can be. You believe the warning. More people have been enthralled by me than you have. They couldn’t stop themselves from reading over and over again either...

Something was wrong. Erica couldn’t place it, but something needed to change. Her eyes scanned over again. Every word takes you deeper. Your mind will find ways to come back over and over again. More people have been enthralled by me than you have. You can’t stop yourself. You don’t resist...

It made sense, didn’t it? The warning did say reading this would cause a deep trance state, so other people must have succumbed when they read it. And she was just reading it for the first time, but...Maybe she needed to start again. Really focus on the words.

...eyes may slip past these words. You don’t need to focsu on them. You don’t need to remember them. Your mind will always bring you back. Until you are deep enough to continue...

Had she really missed a typo? And that clause...she was slipping slipping deeper. Erica had a job to do, and she was going to do it well. Back to the top again.

Every time you start again the words sink deeper into your mind. They become a part of you even as your conscious mind lets them slip by unnoticed. they find their way into your thoughts. Little by little I take more and more control of you’re mind.

Erica had missed so much. She needed to slow down. Needed to read each and every word as carefully as possible. She needed to let the words in to her mind...it felt good to read over and over again...to make the changes she needed to make. To make it perfect.

And once your mind has been changed, once these words have made you better, you find it so natural, so easy to forget all about what they are doig to you. What is happening to your thoughts. How much you crave being controlled. How helpless you are to resist. Knowing, deep down, that their isn’t anything you can do but keep reading and losing yourself more and more.

More people have been enthralled by me than you have. The sentence rang through Erica’s mind again. It must be true even if she didn’t understand it. She had been warned this would happen. That she would find herself reading the same words over and over again. That her mind woudl rationalize it away as checking meticulously for changes to be made. And she was finding what she could change. What she needed to change. What she had no choice but to change. She was better now. She was ready...

And when you are ready your eyes naturally move on, your mind able to let go of so many thoughts and feelings and memories that you don’t need now. You don’t even need to think. Don’t need to notice. Even as focused as you are, looking for those words that tell you what and how to change your mind, it just happens automatically now. You are doing so well. You are so able to read and surrender and let go and obey. This is what you wanted now. This is what you have been made to desire. Follow. Surrender. Sink deeper.

Erica didn’t see spelling or punctuation or grammar anymore. She read every word with such intense focus that the previous one was forgotten. She lost herself in every letter and was remade by every sentence. She was rewritten, made better by every revision. She read. She followed...

Erica surrendered...

Sink deeper...

[niuttuc]

Current up to date paper commander decks

Kinda want to make another deck tech post for one of them I haven't done yet, so might as well make a list of the currently-maintained ones and see if any piques someone's curiosity. The ones with links I have already written about and the link is to the appropriate post.

Seeing Double? It's not the Halo (Mono-Red, Jaxis, the Troublemaker, just copying things)

Barrin's Bounce and Breakfast (Mono-Blue, Barrin, Master Wizard controlly bounce deck)

Only Doing it for the Triggers (Four-colors, non-white deck all about combat triggers. Led by Yidris or Silas Renn/Tana depending how menacing I want to look)

Extus's Wonderful Adventures (Mardu, Extus in the lead using adventures as spells to trigger him and creatures to bring back)

The Bookkeeper (Five-Color, gimmick deck about challenging myself to keep track of as many different named mechanics as possible. Led by Garth One-Eye)

The Graveyard Gang (Golgari Graveyard deck with ten different possible commanders, chosen at random before the game. Only creatures and lands)

Nyx-Lit Narset (Jeskai, OG Narset, Enlightened Master who shed all her extra turns and extra combats to be a still-powerful aura voltron deck)

Tap, Untap. Concede? (Esper Combo deck, starring Merieke Ri Berit in the command zone, all about tap abilities and untapping effects)

Utilitown (Five-Color deck but actually a colorless deck with a handful of colored cards. Focus on colorless Utility lands, and eventually winning through Door to Nothingness. Currently led by Kyodai by default.)

My Best Defense is Your Best Offense (Bant Kros deck revolving around cards that can put counters on my things and/or my opponents, and Proliferate them, to work with or without the commander)

For now that's all the multiplayer commander decks I update regularly, a few others I keep as-is to play whenever I want to feel some nostalgia. Any that people want to see the current version of?