#ngl this came to me really quickly as a couple of sentences

[decisions-at-3am]

You gave me a nickname, One so light and free. You could say it anywhere, I'd know you were calling me.

[mammonprotectionsquad]

Could I request “Can we be alone for a bit?” with Jumin? Thanks :)

Thank you for the sweet request!

Ngl, though. This downright yeeted me far out of my comfort zone 😅 This was the first oneshot I've ever written for Jumin and it was kinda scary, but also fun.

I really hope I did him justice and that you like this 💕

If anyone else would like to send a prompt as well, here's the Soft Sentence Starters list 😊

"Can we be alone for a bit?"

Jumin x Reader

Another big event, filled with rich and influential people, all dressed in what you could only assume were extremely expensive clothes from some well known designers. Yes, Jumin also always got you designer clothes, no matter how often you said you didn't need them or that he'd already gotten you enough. He just wouldn't listen and continued to spoil you. 

Usually it was accompanied by explanations of how he saw it and it reminded him of you, so he had to get it. Or that he knew you would look stunning in it. Even if you've already been married for a while, you still weren't exactly used to the luxury lifestyle. 

But even in expensive clothes and jewellery, all dolled up, you felt extremely out of place. Especially when you got roped up into a conversation and you seemed to have the "wrong" opinion on something, some people would give you strange looks, before they quickly put those fake smiles back in place.

When something like that had happened for the third time already, you decided to step back a bit and were pretty much clinging to your champagne glass, taking small sips every now and then. 

Your eyes darted around the big room, until they eventually landed on your husband, who looked as handsome as ever. He was talking to a handful of people and you kind of envied him for making it all look so effortless. Then again, he was used to things like that, knew how to act and what to say, unlike you. 

You came from a completely different upbringing. Learned different things, to get through the life you were used to. Sometimes the new things you had to learn now were a bit overwhelming and could also get a little scary. Mainly because you were worried to mess something up and potentially embarrass Jumin in the process. 

When you began to feel the all too familiar ball of anxiety forming, you forced yourself to take a couple deep breaths, though sadly that didn't help all too much. 

So instead of risking to end up with a full blown anxiety attack that would draw way too much unwanted attention, you made your way over to Jumin.

Seeing how he was still having a conversation, and you didn't want to interrupt them, you stopped wordlessly beside him and slid your hand into his. His gaze immediately landed on you and he gave you one of those small, soft smiles. The ones that were only reserved for you (and Elizabeth), while giving your hand a light squeeze. 

Something so small, but it already helped soothe your nerves at least a little bit. 

If you were being honest, you weren't really listening to what was being talked about, more focused on making as little eye contact with the people around you as possible, while you rested your free hand on Jumin's biceps. It was the next best thing to do, to be closer to him. Without downright clinging to him, no matter how much you would've liked to do just that. 

He wasn't the biggest fan of PDA and you respected that. Never would you expect him to do anything that was out of his comfort zone. 

"My love?", his dark, smooth voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you blinked a couple times up at him. 

Apparently his conversation partners had left without you noticing it.

"I just... Can we be alone for a bit?", you asked rather quietly. 

"Yes, of course."

Immediately his expression shifted into a rather worried one and he let go of your hand, in order to rest his on the small of your back, to be able to lead you through the mass of people. Down a long hallway, until you eventually stepped out onto a small balcony, devoid of other party guests. 

While you took a deep breath, the cool and fresh air helping to ease some of the tension in your body, you suddenly felt something getting draped over your shoulders. You only had enough time to glance down and see that it was Jumin's jacket, before his arms wrapped around you and pulled you gently into his chest. 

"Want to tell me what's wrong?", he murmured, lips pressed to the top of your head. 

Being so close to him was always soothing, making you feel warm and safe. Like nothing and no one could ever get to you, as long as you were in his arms. Maybe it was even the truth, to some extent.

"It's silly, really..." 

He placed a finger under your chin to tilt your head up, grey eyes nearly boring into yours. 

"Darling, nothing is silly if it bothers you in any way. You know I won't judge." 

That you did. Sometimes you had to explain things further to him, to make him understand fully, but he never judged you for the way you felt. 

Letting out a sigh, you shifted a bit and rested your head against his chest, the steady beating of his heart calming. 

"I... still kind of feel out of place during events like this", you began, your husband staying quiet as he listened attentively, one of his hands rubbing your back in small circles. "Some people just seem so... judgmental of me, sometimes. And I wouldn't be surprised if a few talked about me being a "gold digger", because I married Jumin Han. Or something like that." 

The reaction you hadn't expected from him was the quiet snort that escaped him, which made you glance up at him. 

"At least half of the wives here didn't get married out of love. Well, maybe out of love for the numbers in the bank account of their husbands." He cupped your cheek in one hand, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone and you instinctively leaned into his touch. "Besides, we know that it's far from the truth. You're anything but a gold digger. If I'm being honest, that's one of the reasons why I like to spoil you." 

There it was again, that soft smile, the one you absolutely adored to see on him. Which never failed to make your heart flutter and it was near impossible not to smile as well. 

"You don't expect me to buy you things. In fact, you even scold me when you feel like I got you too much. And not to pretend like you don't want it, you're genuinely upset when I spent too much money on you. Although I still think there is no such thing as too much, when it is about you." 

"Jumin...", you muttered and rolled your eyes playfully at him. 

"Ah, yes. That's exactly one of the reactions I'm talking about", he chuckled quietly. 

With his hand still resting against your cheek, he bent down, though stopped shortly before your lips could touch, his eyes filled with unbridled love and adoration, the intensity of it making your breath hitch.

"You are the most wonderful person in this entire world. Don't ever think anything less. And if anyone should ever only as much as hint at being rude towards you, tell me and I'll handle it immediately."

"Please don't cause a scene, though...", you couldn't help but murmur in amusement. 

"I would never." 

A blunt lie. Especially when you thought back to the entire Sarah and Glam Choi incident. Everything was basically like a soap opera, back then. Maybe Jumin wouldn't be as dramatic as he had been then, but you knew he wasn't shy of speaking his mind. Always honest and straight forward. 

And you didn't want him to potentially get into trouble with anyone, just because of you. 

"You will always be the most important thing in my life, my top priority", he suddenly said, like he had been able to read your mind. 

You could've melted on the spot and, instead of waiting for him to close the gap between you, you cupped the back of his neck in one hand and pulled him down until your lips finally connected in a kiss. 

One that started out fairly sweet and innocent, but slowly turned into something more heated. A kiss you were only really used to getting in the privacy of your own home. 

When you had to part again for air, your cheeks flushed, you played with the hair on the back of his head and your lips quirked up into another smile. 

"I love you, Jumin." 

"I love you, too. Now. How about we head home, my love? There are more important things I'd rather be taking care of...", his voice was low, nearly a little raspy, as he whispered into your ear and it sent a shiver down your spine. 

Needless to say that it was an easy decision for you to make.

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[apollostears]

THICK GF [ k. namjoon ]

Request: nami with a thick, short, sassy, cute, natural haired goddess

group: bts

Pairing: namjoon x black!reader

Warning(s): swearing, lil freakness

A/N: soooo i have no idea how long this has been waiting to be done bc i’m dumb af and didn’t turn on notifications for this so this is done with extra TLC!!!!!

*gif not mine*

- namjoon is awkward as fuck, let’s make that clear. so him being with someone who’s lowkey bold is a good way to bring him out of his head.

- y’all balance eachother out so well!

- whenever the boys get around to teasing him, you’re there to shut that shit down (in a playful way) and go toe-to-toe with them every single time

- you are shorter than him by a good bit, so it’s always a little inside joke between the two of y’all (mainly him) about your height.

- nami is such a loving boyfriend all around. he loves how much smaller you are in height compared to him.

- definitely expect piggy back rides, no questions about them. nami will want to carry you no matter how much you weigh.

- speaking of weight, there’s some social stigmas surrounding height and weight, so since you’re on the shorter but thicker side of things, you might experience some moments of doubt.

- dating an idol isn’t easy, especially one as prominent and important as namjoon. when it came to your physical features, you were mostly confident and comfortable with yourself. but that was before you were exposed to millions of people at once.

- most people were chill about y’alls relationship, coming to the reality that the leader of BTS was his own person and that it really wasn’t their business who he dated, they respected y’all.

- however...there were some who weren’t real fans of BTS and a little more on the crazy side when it came to their attachment to the boys.

- they took any and every flaw they could find about you and exploited it. one of those things was your weight.

- you really tried not to pay any mind to it, nor tell nami about it because #hatersgonehate

- but at the end of the day, words hurt and there were times where you just felt like absolute shit.

- nami is an attentive person, so he noticed quickly that you were feeling down. he realized even quicker what you were feeling down about.

- and when i say mans was hot? he. was. hot!!!! jin had to prevent him from developing twitter fingers and calling everyone out who dared to say negative shit about and call themselves a fan in the same sentence.

- he was torn on what to do though. he loved you and all that came with you.

- your thighs were his home and your butt/boobies his pillows. your wide hips brought him comfort whenever he needed something to ground himself when he got stressed.

- every part of your body held meaning to him and it hurt him that you were hurt about the very thing that gave him comfort.

- he wanted to give you space because he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries, but his need to console you overcame anything else and that’s exactly what he did.

- you took a minute to express your feelings about the situation, but nami was there to ease you into telling him your emotions.

- this led to a very passionate moment between y’all where he showed you just how much he appreciated your body.

- after that, you didn’t feel affected by their words in regards to your body. nami always did his best to show you how much you meant to him and it never failed to quell your fears.

- speaking of thickness, mans will use you like a pillow with no remorse!

- you sliding thru the studio for the day? expect him to wanna take naps on your chest or rest his head on your ass after rehearsals.

- nami loves to feel you sitting on his lap. your thighs bringing warmth and softness for him whenever he’s producing or recording.

- once jungkook tried to rest his head on your lap so that you could play in his hair and that was an instant no-no.

- you didn’t mind it, but nami was a little possessive of you and knew how charming their golden maknae could be. once jungkook had you under his spell, you would baby him for all of eternity.

- without hesistation, namjoon picked jungkook up and carefully dropped him next to jimin on the floor before taking his spot on your lap.

- jungkook was #jungshook and the boys laughed at his surprised face while nami just snuggled his head into your warm thighs.

- when it comes to your hair, he thinks it’s the most amazing thing in the world!!!

- he will watch you do your hair at any chance he gets.

- you doing a twist out? he’s there watching and on stand-by to hand you whatever you needed.

- dreading wash day? nami is there as moral support until you allow him to help out with your routine.

- trying to put your own wig on? nami is there ready to help you make sure it’s straight and secure.

- he becomes so involved with your hair that you notice when you have new hair products in your cabinet.

- “nami, where did these come from?” you ask him from the bathroom.

- your boyfriend peeps his head in with a gummy smile. “i saw that you were running out so i got you more. plus there was a new product out that i saw you looking at and i went ahead and bought it.”

- before you could even get on him for the amount of money he spent on these items, he’s dipped from the bathroom and out of sight.

- when it comes to your wigs, nami spends RACKS on them hoes omg!!!

- god forbid y’all break up because he really spoils the fuck out of you with the wigs he buys you.

- i’m talking QUALITY hair!!!

- you stopped asking about the price when you noticed that one of the wigs he bought you came from the same place Meg Thee Stallion gets hers.

- he quickly becomes a hairstylist ngl.

- nami is a gentle giant and after much practice, he gets good at doing the basic plait or cornrow to help you out.

- it’s rough being in a Country with barely any black people there to do your hair.

- but don’t be mistaken, he will be the type to fly out a black hairdresser ASAP just to spoil you.

- switching topics, but because you are a sassy little thing that mouth often gets you in trouble.

- sometimes you’ll be hanging with the boys and you’ll get into it with yoongi (playfully of course).

- nami will try to jump in and calm y’all down because you guys WILL go rounds and he doesn’t want that, but you’re quick to butt him out.

- “Aht aht, the adults are talking.” Is your favorite go-to line because it never fails to make nami surprised.

- the other boys try to hide their smirks, but nami knows that they’ll use that against him any chance they get.

- so, he’s gotta make an example out of you. if you catch my drift *wink wink*

- whilst in the middle of roasting min yoongi, namjoon will scoop yo ass up and take you to his room.

- no questions asked.

- the boys know wtf be going on and are always shook to know that their leader be getting down like that.

- you still act up every once in awhile, because dominant joon is a different animal but the same beast

- i think overall, namjoon being with a black s/o and a thick one at that, would be such a cultural reset.

- like y’all mfers are on the cover of every magazine and doing couple questions with Vogue and shit.

- jay-z totally invited y’all and the boys to a Roc Nation brunch, don’t @me.

- you guys’ relationship is nothing but positive and wholesome behavior that we love and support a hundred percent!

[hyperfixationtimego]

Makoto has rainbow loom

Leon has tech decks

Chihiro has silly bandz

Mondo has his kickass embroidery and Perler beads

Taka has Rubik’s cubes and Perler beads

Hiro has fushigi magic gravity balls (that looks even worse typed out than I thought it would)

Sayaka has lip gloss phones

Aoi has those little things with the water and teeny tiny rings that just float and then there’s the button yk

Sakura has hair chalk and the friendship bracelet kits

Byakuya has a mini etch-a-sketch

Toko has Mad Libs

Hifumi also has Mad Libs, but the fandom versions

Celeste has the little Disney Princess teacup sets that came in a giant teapot

Junko has Lisa Frank bags and stationery

Mukuro has the glow in the dark stars that you stick on the ceiling and worms on strings

HEY I’D DIE FOR YOU?? I LOVE THESE????

yes yes yes !!! Makoto has rainbow loom and I’m not gonna go on another ramble about it but I love that for him I rlly do hdbsbdbdbdb

And!!!!! Yeah yes yeah yeah yeah!!!!!! Oh my god dude tech decks are so cool and fun to fidget with......he’s had so many of them taken away for disrupting class but he always seems to come prepared with like a billion of them hdbdbsbdd nobody knows how he’s able to carry and hide so many hfbfbfb The noise bothers some of his other classmates, so he has to be careful with them, but they rlly are some of his favorite things to toy around with 🥺

Chihiro,,,,,,silly bands,,,,,,,,galaxy brain,,,,,,,sometimes during lunch she just takes off all of the ones she’s wearing and lines them up on the table to look at them bc,,,,,,hdbdbdb pretty shapes and colors,,,,,,,and then forgets to eat unless someone reminds her dhsnsbdbs

Makoto 🤝 Chihiro

their arms being COVERED in bright colored bracelets

Mondo and his embroidery ❤️ we stan a king

And the perler beads,,,,,,,uffbdbdbdbdbd me getting flashbacks to my childhood with all these damn things omg but yeah it’s very calming for him!! it requires a lot of patience, but it’s also repetitive movement and action so he’s kinda just !!! 👀

he and Taka have quiet afternoons where they just both do them (either working together or separately) and it’s so nice n softttt??? Comfortable silence ishimondo,,,,,,,,,m love

And Taka with his Rubik’s cubes oh my LORD he probably knows the secrets to most styles!! he can do them pretty quickly, and usually asks someone else to mess it up for him again, but literally give him like a couple of minutes and complete and total silence and BAM there u go

also highkey he could probably solve it with one hand if u asked him to because that’s just,,,,,literally how much of his spare time he’s spent with these damn things dndnsbdbdw

OH MY GOD THE MAGIC BALLS,,,,,,DUDE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

highkey the only reason he has one is because he ordered it when they were still in business and adamantly REFUSES to admit that he got scammed hdbdhsbdbdbw

he’s not good at it, per se, but he’s built up some sleight of hand skills, definitely hdbsbdbd also it’s probably just fun to roll around and fidget with (plus it’s weighted!!!)

everyone else watches him playing with it like,,,,wow king I am so sorry

he’s also definitely dropped it on the floor of his dorm room bathroom AT LEAST twice, which ended up shattering the tile (and possibly a ball, as well) so he’s just kinda :’)

AND LIP GLOSS PHONES FOR SAYAKA IS AN ABSOLUTE GODSEND HOLY SHIT

literally just,,,,,her vibes are immaculate oh my god ? she’ll put some on and then immediately call her girlfriend over like “babe come here I need to test something” just to kiss them on the lips bc ./////.

she is just,,,,,so cute I’m gonna die??? she also makes the obligatory “sorry, I need to take this,” joke whenever her lips get chapped and she needs to put some on bbfbfbvbf

I do not know what you mean for Aoi’s but I support it wholeheartedly!!

HAIRCHALK FOR SAKURA?????? IM GONNA GO FERAL OH MY GODDDD SHE LOVES IT SHE LOVES IT SHE LOVES IT SHE PROBABLY DOES PRIDE FLAG COLORS A BUNCH OF THE TIME AND OTHER TIMES JUST DOES HER FAVORITES LIKE????

and friendship bracelets oh my GOD 🥺 she’ll do them if she ever needs to de-stress or relax, because the repetitive movements are very soothing!!! and she’s 100% made a bunch for her classmates, ofc oh my goodness

Sakura 🤝 Makoto

Making bracelets as a coping skill and giving a shit ton of said bracelets to their classmates because they like to see them happy

hdbdvsvdvdv byakuya totally does!!

He hides it in his dorm; nobody must EVER know about it okay if they find out he’ll die. But it’s really really fun to fidget with and he finds himself using it after particularly taxing or rough days!!! Plus the visual satisfaction,,,,,shit can’t be beat

TOKO AND HIFUMI MAD LIBS!!!!! oh my god they have solidarity so they give each other words if other people are unavailable/not cooperating hdnsbsbsv

and they both crack up when the other person reads the story, too 🥺 Like Toko will try to pretend that she doesn’t find it funny, but she’s snorting and trying to keep a straight face by the third sentence. They both get such a nice fluttery feeling at making others laugh, too!

Jill has tamagotchis!!! A bunch of them!!!!! And she’s really good at taking care of them; she acts like they’re her children dhsbdvsbs everyone else in class 78 is always like how are they all still alive you’re not even fronting most of the time???

(asmr Toko checks on them and takes care of them sometimes for her but she’d die before letting anyone else find out about that ❤️)

And Celeste with the disney princess tea cups oh my goddddd 🥺🥺🥺 they’re practically some of her most prized possessions and she’s very proud of them

Kyoko has maybe two or three or so furbies that she carries around with her and treats like her literal children wnnssnnsdbdb she’s literally the embodiment of the “do you care if I take the skin off this furby” meme no I won’t take it back it’s true

she does shit like create long furbies and other weird ass stuff like that because sometimes she’s awake at 3 in the morning and gets Ideas™️

Makoto is horrified ❤️

HELL YEAH junko loves the Lisa Frank aesthetic ngl like????? bright ass colors!!!!! holographic visuals!!!! oh my god she definitely carries around the little backpacks even though they’re too small for her bdbsbsbs

like she can’t fit anything useful in there and then gets frustrated because of it shdhnssbsb Mukuro is just kinda “why don’t you get a normal backpack” “bECAUSE IT’S NOT FUN, MUKURO”

And Mukuro with the glow in the dark starsssssssssss waaaaa oh my gosh she loves them so much they’re so calming to look at ??? prettyyyyy and also she has solidarity with Kaito because he has them too hdbsbdbd

they both find out the other has them and it’s just the Spider-Man pointing meme and *vibrates excitedly*

[yeochikin]

video games and questions. | p. seonghwa

a/n: thank you anon for requesting this! ngl this was p difficult even if it sounded easier it my head so i’m sorry this is short fdfjf i hope you enjoyed this! ✨💖 also lemme tag @hwanami hehe lov u 

word count: 2.5k.

warning(s): i don’t think there’s any, just some multiple times of a video game character dying!

“hey guys, welcome back to my channel!” you beamed, waving into the camera as soon as you started your stream, then adjusted your gaming headphones. 

you weren’t a popular streamer nor were you unknown as well, just somewhere in the middle of it. honestly, you never really cared about the attention you received. merely, you enjoyed what you did whether it was for a vlog, a reaction video, an occasional mukbang, and more often nowadays, gaming. you aren’t a huge gamer yourself due to work life but somehow, you’ve grown really hooked to this game even if it came out a few years ago. 

“so, today i’m gonna play this roleplaying based game from before, and continue where we left off!” you grinned, excitedly wiggling in your chair as you waited for your computer to load the game. 

while doing so, you read the comments left by the viewers, some were words of encouragement and support, and some were interesting questions that would either make you think deeply to yourself (not at how the viewers would take a screenshot of your confused expressions and use them as a meme). suddenly, as soon as you started the game, fingers quick to control your character in the game, a particular question caught your eye.

“ah, seonghwa? he’s in the other room, saying he needed to practice a cover he’s about to do.” you chuckled, gazing into the camera before cupping your lips as if you were whispering to someone yet purposely making your voice loud.

“we all know he sings well, damn angels must have blessed his voice.” an amused laugh bubbled out of your lips upon hearing the muffled ‘i heard that!’ from the other room by a certain male. 

park seonghwa, your boyfriend, was who everyone adored. just like you, he has his own channel, though he would mostly do singing covers or even dance covers. sometimes, you would even ask yourself how the two of you got together due to having differences when it came to your contents in your channels but if it weren’t for a convention the both of you were invited to a couple of years ago where the two of you first met, maybe the two of you wouldn’t be where you are right now. though it was rather awkward at first, you slowly came to realise you had a pleasant time with the male during the time at the convention, which led to you exchanging numbers and social media. 

“woah, a dragon! i wonder if i could ride i- oh, oh..” your jaw dropped as you watched as how your character laid lifeless on the ground after a minor accident. 

your eyes stared into the camera, eyes wide yet somehow they looked so defeated while your jaw was open, pulling a round of laughing emojis along with keyboard smashes in the comment section of your stream. as your character respawned, you buried your face into your hands as soon as you realised that you forgot to save before deciding to… ‘befriend’ the dragon in the game. 

“hey guys, remind me to save every time BEFORE i do anything dumb in this game.” you laughed frustratedly, starting to go over the quests yet again, mimicking the npc’s voice every time. you were too busy playing the game while occasionally engaging with your audience between loading screens, and telling your character to quickly escape from the enemies, that you failed to notice your boyfriend peeking his head through the door to watch you, an amused smile playing over his plump lips. 

‘y/n, who is that behind you?’

“ha-ha very funny, guys. there’s no one behind me, see?” you deadpanned after reading the comment, turning around to face the door. 

but instead of seeing only the door, your eyes were met with seonghwa’s head. due to half of his body was outside of the door, it looked as if his head was floating, effectively making you scream out of surprise, which made seonghwa yell along with you. once you calmed down, you pressed a hand on your chest, then glared over at your lover. 

“you could have knocked?” 

seonghwa merely sent you a straight, unamused expression with his hand on his own chest, before parting his lips to retort. “if you weren’t too busy yelling at your character to run faster, you would’ve heard me knocking.” 

“no! i would have heard you, yelling or not.” you protested. 

seonghwa merely rolled his eyes then smiled out of defeat, he couldn’t stay mad at you. walking further into the room, he wrapped his arms around your neck from behind and leaned down to press his lips against the top of your head as he whispered a small ‘hi’ to you. grinning from the sudden affection, you reached a hand up, and pulled his face a little closer so you could plant a tiny peck on his lips. turning to look at the camera, you gently nudged seonghwa to properly get into the frame so the viewers could see him a little better, now pulling up his own chair from his desk in the room to sit next to you.

“say hi, babe. i’m sure the viewers would love for you to join us.” you patted his thigh, laughing at how most of the viewers in the comment section were gushing at how good looking seonghwa is. 

with a bow of his head along with a gentle wave of his hand, seonghwa introduced himself to your audience. “hello everyone, i’m park seonghwa. y/n’s unexpected guest.” 

he laughed towards the end of his introduction after seeing you roll your eyes in a playful manner at him, knowing full well at this point he’s an expected guest from the amount of times he spent peeking in your livestreams or purposely creating a random reason just so he could join you in your videos. and in return, you would sometimes even appear in his videos to sing a duet with him.

the introduction managed to pull another round of gushing from your viewers while some even gave a casual ‘hi!’. you only gave him a small nudge with your elbow, your boyfriend feigning a pained expression as if you punched him in the guts. deadpanning, you turned towards the camera.

“somebody come and pick up this dork, he’s acting up today.” you said, earning a laugh from the male who then ruffled your hair.

despite being annoyed at his teasings, you can’t help but smile to yourself at how seonghwa was finally warming and opening up the more he joined your streaming while he interacted with some questions left by the viewers, whether you invited him or the latter merely inviting himself in occasionally. 

believe it or not, he was rather shy in front of the camera when you first collaborated with seonghwa for a mukbang video despite him having his own singing and dancing channel. though you finally understood why after he explained how he was.. in his own world whenever he did covers. it was no wonder seonghwa has  a lot of fans due to how well he expressed his emotions through them.

“babe, you’re not gonna make it in that jump!” you exclaimed as seonghwa took control of the game now.

“what are you saying? there’s a river underneath, your character will survive!” seonghwa protested before pressing the key, much to your protests.

“seonghwa wait!”

silence filled the both of you as you watched your character who is now laying motionlessly in the waters due to the miscalculation of the jump, courtesy to your boyfriend. the both of you stared into the screen.

then at each other.

then at the camera, both wearing a poker face on your features before groaning at the same time. you grabbed onto his arm so you could shake him while scolding him at how he should have known better, seonghwa letting you do as you please with a guilty smile played over his lips. standing up from his chair, he bowed his head.

“i’m sorry, i should have known before jumping straight into things. or in this case, off of random cliffs in the game.” 

his last sentence made you burst out laughing, yet again making your viewers cut the certain scene as a highlight for the day’s livestream. feigning annoyance, you gave out a sigh as you took over the controls once again while seonghwa read through the comments being left. 

“ooh, this is an interesting question, babe! what are your sleeping habits?” seonghwa said, eyes still glued to the comment section with the corners of his lips quirking up due to some comments that were hilarious to him.

“sleeping habits?” you hummed, leaning your back against your chair with lips pursed in thought. crossing your arms, you looked over at seonghwa and hummed, turning to the camera afterwards.

“i don’t think it’s that serious but sometimes he talks in his sleep.” you said, snickering underneath your breath when seonghwa lightly swatted at your thigh.

“hey, i don’t do that!”

“oh? then tell me why you think that i was san or wooyoung to stop teasing you, huh?” you raised an eyebrow, a huge grin threatening to curl itself over your brims from the flustered expression of your boyfriend.

“at least i didn’t almost fall out of bed from the amount of times i toss and turn.” he pouted.

“that was one time!” you whined, a red tint covering your cheeks as you remembered the said moment, promptly giving your boyfriend’s chest a light slap in retaliation as he teased you more and more. cooing, seonghwa pulled you into his arms and pressed a couple of kisses on the top of your head.

‘omg the two of you will be the death of me!’

‘you two should do more livestreams togetherrrr’ 

‘still can’t get over how seonghwa just pouted lmao’

the both of you giggled at the amount of comments as you shook your head, then went back to your game. the room was now filled with the sounds of fingers rapidly clicking onto the keys of your keyboard, your occasional groans and laughs from the various moments you encountered throughout the game, and seonghwa’s praise whenever you defeated an enemy, along with the occasional questions being answered by either you, seonghwa, or both. 

you’ve been playing the game for quite a while now and soon enough, you’ve finally grown tired of the game. totally not because of the fact that you kept dying in the game. with the remaining few minutes you had to spend, you decided to interact more with the fans this time now that you are more focused. 

‘y/n think fast, forehead kisses or hand kisses?’ one person asked. without a heartbeat, you immediately answered with a huge grin. 

“forehead kisses, definitely! something about them seems more… intimate in a way? as if someone is making you forget the things around you momentarily even without the need to say anything. just one forehead kiss is enough to erase the bad thoughts away, i guess?” 

next to you, seonghwa couldn’t help but to smile at how awed you looked answering the question as he listened intently and arms crossed in front of his chest, the certain dazed look in your eyes never fails to make him want to gather your frame in his arms and just give you all the forehead kisses you needed. suddenly, your laughter rang in his ears, making the male look at what you were laughing at, eyes widening slightly in the process.

‘in that case, let me be the one kissing your forehead lmao’

scoffing underneath his breath, seonghwa wrapped his arms around your waist and playfully glared at the screen, making a gesture with his hand as if saying that he had his eyes on the commenter.

“no, no, only i can kiss the little bun’s forehead.” seonghwa mused, a playful jealousy tone in his voice, wagging a finger in front of him as he hugged you close against him. 

“that’s a no-no, okay?” he spoke, causing you to coo softly underneath your breath from how the tone of his voice was slightly high pitched as he spoke out the sentence, somehow going a tad higher from the ‘okay’ he did. 

“sorry, guys. i guess seonghwa can only give me forehead kisses.” you laughed, shutting your eyes briefly upon feeling a pair of plump lips pressing against your forehead.

wondering how long you have spent playing the game, you opened your eyes and looked at the time. you had noticed that you spent almost two hours of just playing video games that you finally noticed that you felt hungry. before you could even say anything, a low rumble that came from your stomach made the words you were about to utter suddenly disappear. seonghwa, who also heard the low grumbling noise, laughed at you with a hand over his lips.

“i think that’s our cue to finally get lunch, huh little bun?” he grinned down at your flushed cheeks, dainty hands over your stomach. 

“oh yeah, definitely. so i’m gonna have to stop the streaming right here guys. see you in my next video, bye guys!” 

“byeee!” 

the both of you waved into the camera for a few seconds, then you reached out to end the stream. you then proceeded to stand up from your chair and stretched your arms out, the little dinosaur-like noise leaving your lips upon feeling your tense muscles relax, seonghwa doing the same. 

“thank you for being in my livestream today, i had fun. even though you made my character die after that jump from the cliff.” you laughed once seonghwa deadpanned at you.

however, the unamused expression slowly melted away into a look of fondness. he then placed his hand against the back of your head as an attempt to pull you closer so that he could press his lips against your forehead. 

“i had fun too, maybe next time you should collab with me again the next time i film.” he suggested.

“we can talk about that later but for now..” you trailed off, patting your stomach.

“we need to find something to eat.” you continued, seonghwa playfully giving a light poke against your stomach, then made his way to your small kitchen with you happily trailing from behind, your hand clinging onto the back of his shirt as you do so.

“ramen sounds good to you, little bun?” he inquired, checking the cabinets for said food. 

hopping on the counter top, you nodded your head in agreement. your stomach suddenly growled once again at the mention of food that it made you hug your arms close to your stomach in surprise, seonghwa laughing at the noise and prepared the utensils. while waiting for the water to boil, your lover leaned in to steal a little kiss on your lips. smiling sheepishly, you hopped off of the counter and helped him in cutting up the vegetables.

needless to say, the both of you spent most of the time in the kitchen just enjoying each other’s company along with playful hip bumps every time the two of you stood next to each other as you waited for the food to finish cooking. you couldn’t ask for anything more than this.

[rogue-barnes-16]

BLUE

Summary: Y/n tries to bury her feelings after making a terribly bad decision about Bucky that destroyed what they had. It backfires in the worst possible way.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: 90% angst

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Submitted for @blushycarol's writing challenge.

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Warnings: language, makeout, implicit sex, feels™️

A/N: this is my prompted songfic for blushycarol's writing challenge! It took a turn like, ngl I did whatever the fuck I wanted with the song but it fits so there it goes, enjoy <3.

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

We've broken up and now I regret it

I said goodbye when I shouldn't have said it

"I fixed your boy. He's awake now." She spoke through the wakandan device. "Figured you'd want to see him."

Yeah, it was the princess of Wakanda herself who decided to call me —not even Steve, me— to inform me that the man I loved had finally awaken.

A couple of hours later, T'challa did with Steve the same thing Shuri had done with me, and soon we both left to reach the hidden city.

We met with Bucky.

Steve cried a couple of times, Bucky laughed in a few occasions, and I stayed rather quiet almost the entire time.

After two days, Steve left with the promise of coming back, but I stayed just because I had missed him so much, I didn't feel like saying goodbye just yet.

Despite this, we didn't talk much in those months I had stayed with him. It wasn't like we spoke a lot before, but now it felt different.

I knew why; it was because of me. Because maybe, just maybe, I was terrified that this new version of him, that healed James Barnes, wouldn't love me like his broken self did.

We had reached a point where I didn't know what we were any longer, and I was 100% sure that the feeling was mutual, we were just too scared to talk it out.

I took the easiest, most despicable way and, one morning, I left Wakanda, hoping to spare my heart and breaking his in the process.

A week later I was back, suited up and ready to fight the deadliest threat I would have faced in my whole life.

I survived.

Bucky didn't, and the only thing I could think was that had lost him, and the last words I said to him were 'this is over, I'm leaving you'.

Five Years Later

I even cried but I never meant it

And I don't know why but I can't forget it, forget it

When Fury paired us to go on a mission, I thought it would be easy due to the action, but it turned out to be a watch, and suddenly everything was ten times more difficult.

We had been in silence for at least a long, tedious hour, in a dark room with two windows, waiting for the target to appear, when Bucky spoke.

"Is it true?" I, pretty much confused, turned my head to him, whose eyes were already on me, his back reclined against the wall before me. "that you cried for me." his voice held kinds of fear that I had never heard in him.

"who told you that?" I inquired, starting to get anxious because no one was supposed to know that; no one had seen me breaking down every night for months because of him.

"Steve." he replied, digging his eyes on mines. "Did you?"

My fight or flight instincts made me shook my head no as an initial response, only because of the sudden panic flooding through my veins. "I mean yes- I- no I mean I- I cried for everyone and I just... it-" I attempted to calm myself down before letting out a propper sentence. "it meant nothing. I did, I just didn't... I felt guilty" I finished, my heart racing and pounding as if it would leave my chest. "for everyone I couldn't save."

He didn't say anything else, nor did I.

After our short chat everything was even worse, because I was no longer focused now that the sorrow I had felt those nights was replaying in my head non-stop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self esteem

We remained distant, but at some point, Bucky started to compliment me, to make nice comments, to give me quick smiles and fast 'thank you's, and I would be lying if I said I didn't treasure them.

"You look... great." He'd shyly say whenever I got dolled up.

"Great shot" he would state breathless, passing me by during a mission, to which I would just nod. "Thank for having my back."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Your hair..." he once trailed off with a frown, resting his elbows over the counter.

"yeah, I needed a change." for a second, the part of me I had hidden crawled up to the surface and I asked. "You... Don't like it?"

"No- I mean yes- I- I really like it." he assured me with bittersweet smile. "It fits you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme good and pure, what you waiting for?

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore

"Barnes and you." Sharon spoke, closing the pantry's door behind her.

"what?" I questioned, turning to her for a moment while she raised her eyebrow at me.

"what are you playing at, Y/n?" she asked, a bit of concern being noticeable in her tone.

We weren't close. No, no we hadn't grown closer, but I sometimes would sit right besides him during Saturday's take-out night, near enough for our thighs to brush.

I'd let him play with my hair from time to time, I'd allow him to come to my room in the middle of the night to lay with me after a nightmare here and there.

I wouldn't complain when his hands held my cheeks in the aftermath of a rough mission, his eyes scanning me with worry and sorrow while pain would most likely be rushing through my body.

I wouldn't scold him if he ever picked me up to carry me into the medical wing after I had gotten injured, even if I could walk. Maybe I would even cling on his neck, feeling his heartbeat fastening.

"We're not playing." I replied noctant, pouring four glasses of wine for all of us.

"Y/n" I sighed. "why are you doin' this to him? You're gonna hurt him and you."

"I don't wanna feel blue." I confessed in a mutter. "no one'll get hurt, I just... Need what he gives me."

Sharon stared at me dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before shaking her head and leaving, mumbling something my ears couldn't catch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme one more night

One last goodbye

Let's do it one last time

Let's do it one last time

One more time

It was during Sam's birthday that I gathered the courage to do what I, deep inside, so badly wanted to do.

I saw my opportunity the moment Bucky approached the barcounter to grab some random drink.

I left mine on a shelf and rushed to reach him and I passed by him, but on my way out of the room, my hand discreetly found his and tugged him with me.

I didn't stop until we reached the nearest room , which happened to be the bathroom.

Without a word, I got him inside and closed the door, backing against it and, with his fingers still intertwined with mine, I pulled Bucky into a kiss.

He stopped after a few seconds. His eyes were sad as he gazed into mines, and I felt a lump in my throat.

"I..." my attempt to speak triggered my tears, and his response was to cares my cheeks and peck my lips.

The terror I had felt 5 years ago of me not being good enough for him to love me anymore came back. My heart pounded against my chest, the voice in the back of my head simultaneously begging me to stop.

"I need this... Just..." I fisted his shirt, bringing him closer to me. "one last time... Please I-"

"are you drunk right now?" he questioned, putting a strand of hair away from my face.

"No." I half lied, pulling him to me into a needy kiss which quickly escalated.

No, I don't love you

No, I don't care

I just want to be held when I'm scared

And all I want is one night with you

Just 'cause I'm selfish

I know it's true

What had happened in the party was never spoken about, nor mentioned.

We had swept it under the rug for both of our sakes —mostly for mine.

We didn't sleep together again, but in very few occasions, I would end up tugging him to some dark place where we were alone and make out until I was out of breath.

Each time that happened, for some reason I didn't understand, Bucky always whispered me the same question.

"Do you love me?"

To which I answered a breathless, painful 'no' that would most likely end up crushing my heart because of the heavy weight that lie carried.

My nightmares at some point had gotten worse, now involving Bucky getting hurt almost every time, so, whenever I woke up in cold sweat with tears in my eyes, gasping his name, I would make my way to his room and lay down besides him.

He would wake up the moment my body touched the mattress, and, as soon as I was under the sheets, he would pull me into his chest with his arms around me, asking me the same question every time.

"what was it about?"

To which I selfishly responded with:

"don't wanna talk. Just hold me, please."

I'm sick of looking after you

I need a man to hold on to

I'm bored of everything we do

But I just keep coming back to you

The first time I snuck under his sheets I promised myself it would be just that one night, that I would allow myself to be so fucking selfish just for one night, but his embrace was so comforting, so welcoming, and his heartbeat and breathing were so soothing, that I ended up being selfish every damn time.

One night, instead of reaching his room scared and trembling, I reached it with anger and frustration taking over my body.

I shut the door loud enough to make him sit upright, staring at me concerned.

"I'm fucking tired of this" I growled. "I'm tired of this nightmares, I'm sick of seeing you dying, I'm fucking done with looking after you in every mission more than I look after myself" I reached a point where I was close to shout as I stepped to the bed. "I want this to fucking stop!"

"Y/n-"

"I can't keep up with this anymore, I'm going crazy because it's ALWAYS THE SAME SHIT."

"You're tired." he stated, climbing off the bed to hesitantly step to me. "You need to sleep."

"I need to fucking get this off my damn chest!" a choked sob escaped my lips. "I keep coming back to you and I hate myself because of this! Because this is my fault!"

"Y/n please..." he wrapped his arms around me and I fought him a little before giving in, breaking down to tears the moment he kissed my temple.

"I was so scared of you not loving me anymore that I fucked everything up" I managed to explain in a vague mumble between sobs. "You're okay and I was fucking scared of not being good enough- I still am... I just keep making it worse!"

He stroke my hair and pulled me even closer. "Doll..."

The door few open and I heard Sam's voice behind me. "What was that? Are you-" Bucky shook my head over me and signaled Sam to leave.

"I love you so much please I'm sorry" he pulled me to the bed without letting go of me and threw the blanket over us.

"I know you do." he assured me intertwining his fingers with mines and placing a kiss on my knuckles. "I love you. I always will." he whispered soothingly.

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore 

[illfoandillfie]

happy anniversary love! I've always loved "wrapped up in a bow" and it's christmas sequel (can't remember the name sorry), anyways can i get an hc on what,,, activities those two had during valentines

okay ngl I had a vague idea about doing a valentines sequel (partially inspired by seeing him play live oops) but didn’t really have it in me to write a whole fic about it so i definitely have some Thots about this:

(under a cut for length and smut)

Roger is the one to suggest tying you up this time. It seemingly comes out of nowhere while you’re just talking.

You joked about how finding you in nothing but the bow was becoming a holiday tradition between you but he shook his head and said he had something a bit different in mind. 

But bondage is fun and you trust him to take care of you (in every sense of the word) so you quickly agree and ask him what he had in mind.

“How do you feel about spanking?”

“Very good,”

“What about spanking with not just my hand?”

“Still very good as long as we don’t use a crop. That sounds like too much,”

“Would a belt be okay? Or a paddle?”

“I think I could be okay with both.”

“Okay. In that case, what if I tied your arms to the roof and spanked you a lot?”

“To the roof?”

He reminds you that the house has exposed ceiling trusses in a lot of it’s rooms and it wouldn’t be too hard to tie you to one.

You’re excited and agree to it.

There’s the usual talk of safewords while you strip and he get’s you set up, always taking care not to put too much strain on your wrists even though they’re cuffed together, the rope tied to the chain and then looped over one of the wood beams in one of the living rooms. 

He’s still fully clothed which he knows makes you feel more exposed and turned on.

You’re tied in such a way that you can’t really stand with your feet flat on the floor, instead balancing on the balls of your feet which is fine until the first spank lands unexpectedly and you jolt off balanced

“Fuck,”

Roger just laughs, walks around you like he’s trying to find the best angle to hit you from, and waits until you’ve righted yourself before he does it again.

You’re a little more prepared the second time but the third comes faster than you’d anticipated and the fouth much much slower. 

You moan on the fifth and Roger laughs again, teasing you about getting off on being treated like that as he gently rubs your bum to ease the pain a little.

“I think I might need to step it up a notch, make you earn your orgasms properly.”

He walks away and you try to turn to see where he went but you just end up stumbling and trying to right yourself again, hoping he didn’t noticed

He definitely did.

The next hit comes from a leather paddle, smoother than Roger’s hand, stinging a bit more though.

Roger delights in showing you how different they feel, hitting one cheek with the paddle and one with his hand before taking to you with just the paddle

slow slow FAST slow FAST FAST FAST FAST slow

you never sure when the next hit will come, just that it hurts when it does. 

By now you’re crying. You held off as long as your could, blinking back tears when his palm came down on you particularly hard, but now, under the sting of the paddle you can’t stop them.

Roger pauses to check if you’re okay, saying you’re safeword and asking if you want to use it.

You say no, sure it hurts but it also feels really fucking good and you know he’ll make it worth it in the end.

“Okay, if you’re sure. You do look very pretty like this, mascara all over your face. Makes you look like a whore. So I’m going to give you a small break.”

The next hit is his hand on your breast followed by the paddle against your cunt, making you squeal and fall off balance again.

But he’s quick to sooth the slap, fingers spreading your wetness over your clit as he pulls another moan from you. You whine when he stops to spank you again.

“Aww, did you want me to keep playing with your drippy little pussy?”

“Ple-ase,”

“You want me to fill your cunt? stuff you full while I keep spanking you?”

“Y-es, yes, god, please Daddy,”

He slid two fingers into you, pumping them slowly in and out, adjusting his angle until you felt him caress your wall and you moan loudly.

“I’ve got a game for you to play,” he leaned into your ear to talk and you couldn’t help but shiver at his voice, “I’m going to put this,” he held up the paddle, “right here,” he pushed the handle into your cunt, fucking you with it briefly, “And you’re going to try not to drop it. Clear?”

“yes Daddy,”

“Good girl,”

He have you a moment to adjust before he brought the belt down on you. 

You heard it before you felt it, half a second warning as it swung through the end and the leather collided with your already stinging arse.

Roger stepped close, rubbing the spot he just hit, “How was that?”

“I ca- I can take more,”

“Okay,” He pushed the handle of the paddle deeper into you, reminding you to keep a hold of it, and then he was stepping back again and taking aim with the belt. 

It stung even more than the first time, making you howl, but you held onto the paddle.

Another pause, another bite from the belt, he noise of it moving through the air you’re only real warning that it’s coming.

“Aww, kitten, you dropped it.”

“I’m so-r-ry,” it’s more sob than sentence 

“Hey, that’s okay, kitten,” Roger comes round to your front and cups your cheek, wiping away some of the tears with his thumb, “You’re doing so well, you held it for so long. I’m going to give you one more okay?”

You shake your head.

“No? You don’t want any more?”

“Not one. Three, Daddy. Give me three more. With the metal.”

“I’m not giving you three with the metal. This isn’t a punishment. I still want to fuck you afterwards and if I push you too far neither of us will be in the mood anymore.

“Okay, but I could take it.”

“I know you could but I don’t want you to. So, one with the metal.”

You nodded and took a deep, steadying breath. First the whistle, then the impact, then the sting. Except the impact felt different to before. The leather had left you with a duller pain the the sharp bite of the cool metal. You rocked forward on your toes with the force of it but righted yourself quickly, a couple extra sobs escaping you.

Roger dropped the belt where he stood and came back round to face you, his fingers of one hand dropping to rub your clit as he brought his other hand down on your arse twice more.

Your moan stuttered over sharply drawn breath with each spank but he kept going until you came from the stimulation. 

“Good girl. Now, are you okay?”

“Yes Daddy, a bit sore but I’m still really horny.”

“Does that mean you’re ready for Daddy’s cock, Kitten?”

“Please,”

“Okay, hold your horses while I untie you.” As quickly as he could he loosened the knots in the rope, untying you from the ceiling though your wrists were still cuffed together.

Once you were free he pulled you over to the couch, pushing you down onto it.

He didn’t bother undressing, just pushed his pants down enough to pull his cock out, hard after seeing you a bound mess.

You whined when he slid into you from behind, grabbing your hips to pull you back into him.

Every thrust was slow and deep and had you panting in seconds.

Until he shifted his hands, grabbed your arse instead, fingers digging into the bruises and welts already forming.

You whimpered but you could feel your orgasm approaching, your whines turning to uncontrollable begging for Roger not to stop. 

“You go-nna be a good slut and c-cum on my cock? Fuck, so wet. Nothing but a - a filthy whore, ge-tting off on being sp-anked like that.”

You came with a cry as he hit you a final time, the noise of the hit ringing through the room but then he was following you over the edge, pushing himself deep and staying here until he was done. 

Once you were uncuffed and he was sure you felt okay he got you some cold packs and cream and took it upon himself to rub the cream over your bum, apologising every time you winced. 

And then he asked you to stand long enough for him to lay on the couch so you could lay on top, your head on his chest, the cold packs balanced on your arse, still praising you for taking it all so well. 

[rosesanthology]

Escape Plan | Matsukawa Issei x F!Reader [mafia!AU]

This took me SO MUCH TIME to write aaaaaah it's not surprising that it's so long :0 i just have many many feelings for Matsukawa Issei ALSO im begging y'all to listen to the playlist before/as you read please !!

Im kinda pissed that i cant add a "read more" option since im on mobile tho :\

(Also ngl at first i planned to get one of the 2 shot but i didn't have the heart to go thru with it)

Warnings : Fluff, it starts with humor but at some point it gets angsty ???? Idk y'all tell me

- Au that could be considered as a ennemies-to-lovers type of situation

[Tags] : @raevaioli and @haikoo like i cannot stress this enough @haikoo this your main manz

- if you could only use one sentence to describe your job to a Karen it would be : stealing from the rich in order to trick other rich people

- you had been what the people would call a spy for most of your life now, the Tokyo based Nekoma Organisation being something close to a family

- you worked with both of your very good friends, Kuroo Testurou and Kozume Kenma

- Kuroo, the leader of your little squad, had been the first one to open up to you when you joined

- he was a gifted chemistry genius and you were sure he could make any poison or soporific out of the most random stuff

- he also had insane combat and physical abilities which made him fit to act in a lab as well as on mission grounds

- Kenma was a little more reserved at first, he was the same age as you but still was really reluctant to accept you as one of his own at first

- when he saw how much Kuroo trusted you and how interested you were in his work he slowly but surely found himself caring for you

- to put it simply Kenma, better known as "apple pi" was a hacker. His job ranged from creating computer viruses to full on enabling the security of whole museums

- despite his cute appearance and shy demeanor he was probably the scariest of you three

- finally, you Y/L L/N was the infiltration and weapons expert of the group, you could weild literally anything from guns, to swords to,,,,,metal rods (but you don't wanna talk about this one) and you were of great help when deciding which infiltration angle was the best in missions

- Kuroo, under the orders of Boss Nekomata, quickly taught you the dangers and ways of the job during your first months working with them, the organisation specializing in outsmarting rich bastards and stealing their precious ressources in order to make "better use of them"

- if they were hoarding a particularly efficient brand of medicine, your goal was to steal it all, and sell it to people in need for free or a low price

- if they were in possession of some important object like let's say,,,,,the construction plans for the emperor's new vacation house, you stole it, made copies to sell at a high price to the highest bidder and your good affiliate, the Fukurodani Corporation would keep an eye on the original as part of their personnal collection, you were fine with that

- yeah they were others organisations like that in Tokyo, your friends from the Fukurodani Corp of course but also the Shiratorizawa elite crime group with who you had worked a couple times before

- ah and there was the Yakuzas too....honestly they were the only group in Tokyo with whom you were still on dangerous terms with

- they didn't like Nekoma in their affairs and you didn't like them in yours, but you tolerated each other

- your boss had established a truce with the representant of the big Yakuza group of your area, Kondo "the viper" Takara, a truly scary woman who had blasted her way to the one of the top positions of the hierarchy

- she even had a cool nickname ヾ(｀ε´)ノ

- but you knew better than to mess with them

- all in all y'all kept doing your jobs well, not bothering anybody

- except for one remaining rivalry with some Miyagi group

- the Aoba Johsai Institution.

- well, rivalry would be a strong word because you kinda got along with that Iwaizumi guy, he was a great hand to hand combat fighter and you respected that

- the others however ? Trash. 👁3👁

- they seem to act like Tokyo will be their territory in the next 5 seconds flat like ??

- THEY DON'T EVEN GO THERE ????

- "they be acting like they can just swoop in and eat OUR rich" you had told Kuroo and Kenma one day over ramen

- spoiler alert : it was a bad idea cause Kuroo snorted and almost made the noodles go up his nose

- no but seriously they always seemed to take advantage of YOUR missions to attract attention

- how did they even know which missions you were on anyway ??? (Kenma and Kunimi are actually good friends cause they play video games together but he'd never tell you that)

- it's like that one time you infiltrated a business company's heir's residence and then you came across a dude named Hanamaki and you had the HARDEST time whisper shouting to him how blowing up the whole place was a bad idea to retrieve one (1) diamond

- at the end you felt so tired that you gave it to him anyway ಥ_ಥ ("just take it ffs" "really ??" "Don't make me regret this")

- they also had the single worst person ever on one of their teams.

- Matsukawa Issei

- just thinking about it made you want to take your metal bat and break something in your shared room with your two other friends

- seriously that guy was like the epitome of clownery

- he's also supposed to be his team's gun expert except that's not the best task for someone who refuses to take anything with him but his freaking FISTS

- the first time you had met y'all ended up being on the same case to assassinate some guy who had kidnapped some cute freckled kid from a place in Miyagi called Karasuno

- EXCEPT HE WAS IN TOKYO SO IT WAS YOUR DUTY !!! NOT HIS !!!!

- you had Kenma on the earbud telling you about the guy's position in the club you were currently one street away from. You were posted on the rooftop of a building with a sniper rifle ready to get done with it and go save the kid but GUESS WHO COMES IN FISTS SWINGING WHEN YOU LITERALLY HAD THE TARGET IN SIGHT

- and he had the nerve to look straight toward your rifle's aim and flip you off while smirking

- sir you're about to catch these hands🚶🏽

- he had knocked him out alright and he got the young boy out but you were NOT ready to let that slide so you quickly got down and crossed path with him at the back exit of the club

- "what exactly do you think you were doing in there ?" Listen. You may have sounded confident enough saying that but you had NO idea that this dude was like a whole ass giraffe

- and he knew he was tall so he had the audacity to say

- "sorry can't hear you so well from down there midget, i was just doing my job (▰˘◡˘▰)" if it weren't for the karasuno boy being right there you would have stabbed his kneecaps on sight

- anyway after that y'all just seemed to run into each other wayyyy too often

- insults were shared just as often tho

- "well butter my buns and call me betty broker if it isn't my sweet little midget shooting people !"

- "stfu before i choke you"

- "kinky but can you reach my neck ?"

- "you've sunk low enough"

-so yeah f u n  t i m e s

- aside from that, business was going great but Kuroo had had news of a very important mission for you but he insisted on letting Boss Nekomata tell you about it himself for some reason

- he'd never done that :(

- you were kinda hurt that your best friend was hiding stuff from you tbh :(

- and Kenma did not seem to know more than you for now

- so you spent a whole week just mopping around

- sometimes you would go and poke fun and the newbie Lev Haiba but it wasn't the same

- Kuroo and Kenma kept working on missions while you were left waiting for that one assignment that Nekomata seemed to keep you for

- until today when Kuroo finally told you that the boss was requesting you in his office

- ngl you were EXCITED

- maybe you would have to zipline down the Tokyo tower (σ≧▽≦)σ maybe he was going to let you take a chainsaw with you this time (σ≧▽≦)σ

- maybe he- "oh" you deadpanned, stepping foot into the office and seeing none other than your arch nemesis, Matsukawa Issei in all his pisces clown glory

- "why tf are you there shitty eyebrows"

- "i had a good day too Y/N ! thanks for asking :D" today was the day. You were 100% ready to kill him and the knife that was attached to your thigh strap seemed like such a good option rn-

- "stop it you two. Y/N take a sit" Nekomata gestured, as you didn't hesitate to listen to your superior even fully aware of Mattsun's eyes annoyingly following your every movement

-"Okay so. Y/N i know you may be wondering why Matsukawa's here but to put it simply we've been informed that a rich family have gotten their hands on one of Aoba Johsai's rarest item : a gold engraved katana that belonged to their first boss"

- "so what do you need us for ?" You didn't mean to use "us" but you knew better than to piss off your boss, he was like a parental figure come on

- "i need you guys to infiltrate an auction held by said family and steal it back in the span of one week. It's up to you to work together or not but keep in mind that our arrangement states that we're autorised to make copies of the katana for future sells."

- you guys nodded, after all you were professionnals before everything and you were about to leave when Nekomata put something on the table

- "here are the keys to your appartment near the auction site it'll be your hideout !"

-.....now this had to be a cruel joke-

- "id rather sleep under a bridge then live with her for a whole week"

- "wow this is the first time we agree on something Mattsun" the oh so familiar nickname dripped in venom as you said it, unsure of what was supposed to happen

- "oh yes you could but i suppose that you don't have the supplies and tools that you will definitely need during that mission :)"

- you locked eyes with the brunette for a minute before reluctantly stomping to the table and grabbing hold of the keys and adress written on a paper, storming out of the door,  letting out a loose "come on shitty eyebrows we have data to collect" to your new....partner ? Ugh it was about to be a long week

-  it turns out the appartment was a lot smaller than you hoped for, with two single person beds, a computer post and different storing purposed furniture

- it was a common thing however, because the last thing an undercover spy would want is to draw attention with a flashy hideout

- the first step was to gather information on who would be at the auction which shouldnt be too hard

- "hey ill take the lead and contact my friend so that he can determine who is going to be here" you said as you sat on the chair in front of the computer

- "mm yeah you do that ill check what kind of weapons have been provided to us" Mattsun had no difficulty finding them as the drawers well full of them....this was very promising

- Kenma had just sent you the list of people that had been invited to the event, and you recognised many names as being members of the powerful Yakuza group lead by Konda Takara, of course.....the infamous viper herself

- you called out to Mattsun to show him and briefly explained what they were up too and how they usually fonctionned

- the auction was to take place the last 3 days after an opening party, leaving the rest of the week for preparations

- they usually took their time in comitting their crimes so you thought that stopping them mid plan by taking advantage of it was the best way to get the sword

- Mattsun didn't have anything to say for the moment, seemingly thoughtful about the whole situation

- "just so you know" you started, already regretting the decision of talking in your head, "i don't plan on being friends with you anytime soon but i feel like for this we should at least try not to rip each other's hair out"

- "i never planned on that second option"

- "huh ?"

- "i hope you know that we've never had a single conversation without insults of some kind before so for the sake of both of us it would be better to actually get to know each other since we're supposed to work together"

- you hated to admit it

- but he was right

- however you didn't comment on it, opting for throwing him a dry "let's sleep" before plopping yourself on your own bed on the other side of the room

- this is about to be one hell of a week

-3 days had passed in the crammed appartement both you and Mattsun struggling to inform yourself on each specific individual that was going to be present at the auction

- right now, you were both sitting on the floor, wearing simple oversized shirts and pyjama pants and shorts, cheese pizza box laying on top of the document covered surface

- "Mattsun, pass me the paper about Okuda Takeda please" :000

- Matsukawa froze, because he knew that in 2 days of living together y'all had establised that you wouldn't be at each other's throats

- but hearing you using his nickname unironically and saying please ???? That was still something he had to get used to

- "what are you staring at ? Give me the paper shitty eyebrows >:[" ah there she was

- "thats my girl" he thought, handing you the document and resuming his own reading

- here's the catch : Mattsun was head over heels in love with you since like day 1 that Hanamaki told him about this pretty girl who let him take the diamond from his mission. He tried to repress his feelings as he had noticed that you seemed way closer with your friend Kuroo who he had seen on missions with you

- maybe you liked him

- he would understand, he seemed way more confident than him and he was also probably way smarter since he was a genius and all

- also the way you were always soft to him and not Matsukawa kinda got to him

- he wanted you to hug HIM after a mission too and NOT insult him

- but he judged it for the better as he still got to be close to you in his own way with the playful fights you always seemed to pick with him

- it was easier than confronting his feelings or rejection

- this mission proved to make things so much harder for him tho

- like yeah he saw you being a badass plenty of other times but now ?

- he got to see you being all clingy and grumpy in the morning (he never knew being called a dumbass while you were falling back asleep on his shoulder was his thing but hey) , got to see your nose scrunch up when you were focusing on mapping out the position of the vent system of the venue

- he could go on for hours about how much he loved you and your plan was not making it easy.....profiting off the yakuzas' plan took way too much waiting and he understood that you wanted it to go as well as possible but he just couldn't keep living like this until then

- it felt like torture

- and he did not want to see you in that gorgeous dress that you were supposed to wear at the auction during the infiltration

- he knew that a couple more days could drive him crazy and make him do dumb shit like kissing you

- he had thought about that a lot of times but never brought himself to do it because je knew it was pointless

- he had to take action now

- the night of the opening ceremony, the day before the Yakuzas would start their scheme

- both of you were laying in your beds, awake, that was a habit you had developped over the past nights, you were just, aware of each other's presence and then sometime you would ask him something about his life, his friends, himself

- it made his heart beat too fast everytime and he could feel himself falling even more by the second when he heard you giggling talking about the time you pulled a prank on your friend Yaku with Kuroo

- he knew that you were already very sleepy from the way you were slurring your words

- "Y/N do you hate me ?" He said, abruptly and he heard a strangled laugh coming from you followed up by the question

- "what's that for dummy ?"

- "please answer" he asked in a whisper, sounding almost desperate

- you took a second to think about it

-you had grown quite close to your tall partner in such a short period of time, even letting your guard down and stopping from being so defensive

- "i don't hate you....i could never" you said the last part more to yourself tho but Matsukawa didn't miss it, he wished he did as he heard the soft sighs coming from your now sleeping form

- his heart ached as he got up, putting on his black coat over his mathing turtleneck shirt, taking his gun and spare map of the auction venue

- you were totally going to hate him now....

- and then he left for the opening party

- the rain was pouring outside

- for some reason you couldn't sleep well that night

- that only happened whenever Kuroo was out on a mission at night or Kenma was working in his office

- you hated sleeping alone, you couldn't do it

- being alone was the one thing you dreaded the most in your life, death was nothing if nobody knew where you were, if nobody aknowledged your existence you weren't alive

- but Mattsun was there and you trusted him.

- yeah you were kind of an ass to him during like 90% of your interactions with him but you just didn't know how to talk to him ??? He was so strong and good at what he did so you couldn't help but feel admiration but also intimidation

- yet you've felt probably more comfortable with him than anyone in your life (yes even Kuroo and Kenma weirdly enough)

- it was a nice feeling

- maybe it was because you saw him differently than them...

- but anyway

- you felt like yourself around him

- and yet

- why couldn't you sleep ?

- "Mattsun ?" You called out to him, voice cracked from not having used it for a while

- no answer

- maybe he didn't hear you over the rain....?

- you had a bad feeling about this

- "Mattsun ?" You called out a little louder, sitting up

- yep definitely

- you turned on the light and to your surprise, Matsukawa was nowhere in sight

- your heart sunk at the realization

- you were alone

- what about the plan ? Ah its true that he never said anything about it

- did he not trust you enough with it ? Did he think you were too assertive ?

- you wanted to cry but it seemed as if your brain wasn't working, your body rushing on its own to check the date and time on your phone : past 10pm on thursday night.....

- the opening party !

- "shit shit shit he must have gone there to take them by surprise wtf is he thinking doing this alone?" You thought aloud, maybe it would trick your body into not being scared

- at this point you were terrified, rushing to get the red dress on as well as putting your 2 guns under each of your thigh straps

- is he alone ? Surrounded by highly trained and dangerous Yakuzas ? What if....you were too late ?

- you didn't have time to think too much about it as you knew that this kind of thoughts led nowhere.

- you had to infiltrate that party the fastest you've ever done in your life and see for yourself, luckily, the venue was only a few crossroads away from your appartment

- truth was Mattsun's plan was not so bad

- after all you had insisted on making him find info on every staff member there too so it's thanks to you if he just so happened to know what type of guy that one waitress liked in order to flirt with her and convince her that he had forgotten his watch in one of the closed off aeras of the venue

- the place was absolutly gigantic, after all it was a mansion bought will illegal money

- he hated this, he just wanted to get it over with, retrieve the sword, gtfo and go back to Miyagi forever so that he wouldn't feel the pain of the illusion of being by your side when you were clearly far ahead of him

- you'd always been anyway

- he had finally reached the generator room and opened the vents with much difficulty as the room was a mess of cardboard boxes and storage shelves

- he was just going to cut the power, which would take about 15 minutes to get back, allowing him to go thru the vents to the main hall that was right thru the wall to his side, retrieve the sword and just make a run for it

- hopefully the rain would cover most of the sound he made so that was even better

- see that would have been great if he hadn't felt the icy cold metal of a gun at the nape of his neck as he was fiddling with the generator

- he had been caught.

- it was the end.

- shit he fucked the whole mission over and now even you didn't have a chance to-

- "what exactly do you think you're doing Mattsun ?" You said coldly even tho the hurt in your tone didnt go unnoticed by the taller man

- "haha Y/N whatchu doing here on this fine night ? You look stunning btw"

- "Cut the crap shitty eyebrows i asked you a question"

- you finally lowered your gun allowing your harsh glare to show how upset you truly were

- damn, Matsukawa really felt shitty :\

- he'd never seen you like that- well not soaked from the rain but....so vulnerable to him

- all your feelings talks happened in the dark of night in your hideout, he'd never seen your face look so pained before

- "I did what was best for both us..."

- "bullshit." He wasn't sure that he believed himself either to be honest

- "what the fuck are you even doing anyway ? I thought you and i were in this mission together ?? Did nothing matter to you ? I finally think that i found someone who i could trust other than my fucking family and that's what you do ? Ditch me for your own profit ?? You did what was best for your damn self Matsukawa"

- you were upset. He got it really, his insecurities had gotten the best of him like they often did....except he didn't have the strength to confront them, to confront you about it. So he got it and he didn't retaliate.

- "so what ?? You're not even going to say anything ?? Not even TRY to fucking apologize ? Do you really don't care ?" You searched for his eyes, but little did you know that he just....couldn't talk nor maintain eye contact with you right now

- "Mattsun...i thought you and i had...something ? I don't know maybe i hallucinated or some shit but i thought we were at least friends you know ? D-did you ever tolerate me at all ?"

- your voice cracked, it got lower and it cracked, and at that moment he was sure his heart broke right at this instant too

- he wanted to tell you that that was the farthest thing from the truth

- he wanted to tell you that he loved you

- but you were too far. Once again, you were miles ahead of him, more than ever

- and the sound of voices coming from the corridor did NOT HELP

- you could not afford being found here so with the professionalism left in you, you pushed your feelings away and pulled Mattsun behind a shelf, crouching and waiting

- you were so close he could feel you shivering from the cold and he felt so so bad

- but now was not really the moment

- "didn't you hear shouting ?" Shit. Maybe you should have waited until getting out of here for your heart to heart because this guard was definitely not trippin

- there were 2, luckily they didn't have the idea to split up to search the room, all you had to do was move low and close to the walls in order reach the door and well....the katana literally could not matter less to any of y'all rn

- at this moment you really regretted going out in such a hurry completly forgetting to contact Kenma, he could have hacked into the camera system and told you were they were so easily.....

- anyway, despite that you guys were stealthy enough to get out if the room

- now the problem was getting out of here.....

- you held Mattsun's wrist loosely as you ran thru the corridor of the building, thunder raging and labored breathing filling the silence

- "Y/N we could get out from the rooftop !" Right....if you could only get there then maybe you could just parcour your way out of this by getting on other rooftops....damn you were glad Matsukawa always thought of every escape plan possible

- you didn't really mean what you said earlier

- yes, you were disappointed but, you were also scared for his dumbass

- and rn may not be the best moment to realize it as you were most likely in a life of death situation but....you loved him

- fuck you loved him so much that you were running in a goddamn dress right now

- "i truly hoped it wasn't you" said a voice from the end of the lobby

- of course it just had to be the Yakuza boss you dreaded so much

- Kondo was just standing there, arms crossed but you knew better than to take her lightly

- "did you come to retrieve it ?" Its funny how her voice seemed to dominate even the full on storm outside, the occasional lightning bolt shining light from the huge windows into the corridor

- "No....let us pass please we just want to leave" Mattsun felt how tensed you were and immediatly rested his hand on his gun handle under his coat

- "yeah sure sweetheart but only if you tell your guard dog to calm down unless he wants me to cut his fingers clean off" she threatened nonchalantly as her hand met the handle of her own katana strapped to her belt

- Matsukawa was deadass glaring at her so hard you didn't recognise him

- he honestly looked like he could take her on but...you didn't feel like testing this theory tonight

- "hey hey, it's alright" you soothed him, putting your hand on his arm and squeezing slightly

- it seemed to work because he quickly let go of his gun even tho he was still glaring

- "let us go" he said firmly

- she pushed herself out of the way and motionned with her arm as if to say "go on~" in the most theatrical way

- you passed her without issues and soon found yourself on the roofs as planned in Mattsun's escape route and made it safely to the streets, rain still pouring

- you were finally letting out a breathe you didn't know you were holding all this time

- you were alive and most importantly, so was he

- you turned around and were ready to say something when he cut you off by grabbing your arms and pulling you into a kiss

- it was short but it managed to get his point across very well as well as warm you up when he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his forehead against yours

- "i love you Y/N....i swear i didn't mean to hurt you and put you in danger like that....if i knew i would have done things differently i-"

- "i love you too Mattsun and it's never been a problem to me, i've done way more dangerous things in my life than rescue my boyfriend from getting killed dummy"

- in the end, you weren't alone

- somehow he had become, your escape plan from it

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Some quick Critical Role sketches to make up for not typing up reactions the last couple of weeks. I've been listening - I'm getting into Ep. 6 - but I just haven't been typing up my feelings. However, I would like to put for reactions for Eps. 3, 4, and 5! Altogether because I'm lazy. Wrong, this is 3,4,5,6 bc I got far enough into Ep. 6 to comment about it.

Nott is the BEST. I love her. I love how Sam plays her, I love how timid she is. She runs at a dead guy, fires off a shot and NAILS him right in the CALF and kills him. Nott will always be my absolute favorite little goblin. What a gem. "There's no comma. It's just...'Nott The Brave.'" I lost my SHIT. I also was wheezing when Caleb and Nott did their little act in the tavern, getting all glowy on he table and the drunk guy in the corner was like 'Yeah! Good job!' bc honestly? That's me. I support Nott and all her thieving ways. When her and Caleb went to the baths and she just...stole everything? INCLUDING MY HEART?? And then when they're fighting the Knolls, she's just like, "Hurt them until they die!!" Like what a mood. Nott is just,, stealing moods and hearts left and right and I love and support her. DRUNK NOTT IS THE BEST!!

"I notice the doorknob missing and I would like to leave very quickly," is fuckindbsjdb Iconic. A mood, when your best friend is a small goblin. As for Caleb, rn he's the most reasonable one in the group, always thinking of everything, always coming up with a plan. I'm not sure if that's how it is later in the campaign, but I'm ngl - I'm living for it. This scruffy wizard, who everyone thinks crawled out of a dumpster (I love how even Matt is jumping on that train, and how Liam isn't even trying to correct anyone anymore, despite the fact that in the first five eps, Caleb and only Caleb has taken a bath.) and who everyone gives so much shit, and now he's just...the Idea Comer Upper and the Savior of Ass. I stan one smart man. And his cat who is...not(t) a cat?

And then there's Molly! And he went down in ep. 3, and then in ep. 5, both times my brain was like, "Wow, I thought he died later. Huh. Neat. CAN I MEET MR. CLAY THE COW OF GODS?" And then Molly would survive! And I would be happy! But not really! Because I do not get to meet Mr. Clay, the Nature Cow, until Molly is dead! And this is gonna sound really bad you guys, but I can't wait for Molly to die. I'm super excited for it. So yeah, I'm an ass, an ass who's getting attached to a character they want to die. Oof.

And then there's Fjord. He was, for me, kind of meh for the first four eps. Just kind of there, and with all these super vibrant personalities to contend with, he just kind of hung out in the background. But then. ThEN. some huge Eldritch Being came and sAID A LOT OF ONE WORD SENTENCES TO HIM AND I AM IN LOVE. MYSTERIOUS SWORD? COOL BACKSTORY? THANKS, IM GAY, PLS MARRY ME.

"Canary in a knoll mine," is everything you need to know about Beau. Beau is a badass!! I love her!! So much!! Catching arrows left and right and getting more badass skills and fUCK I LOVE HER HOLY SHIT. hot lady pls best me up. "Can I do some cool monk shit?" God fuck do sOME COOL MONK SHIT INTO MY HEART YOU FUNKY LIL LESBIAN.

and Jester. She's so cute!! And tiny! Look at her, yeeting bodies into the field, being strong! Suggesting heavy violence in a cute voice, summoning lollipops! I love her pranks - rearranging shit in stores and swapping salt for sugar. GOD SHE'S SUCH A CUTIE. I wanna hear more about this mother??

I'm sad bc Yasha isnt really here and I'm not sure why? Like it's obviously a player thing, but idk why. I'm sure I'll learn eventually.

Also, Nott knowing things about farms is...interesting to say the least. I wanna know how she went from living on a farm to breaking out of prison with a fire boy.

I love Matt's NPCs + voices. So much.

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hello! first off i absolutely LOVE your writing and get so excited when i see a new story from you! so thank you for being awesome! now i have a request for “you always duck away when you smile” for vanderwood? no rush ofc, just whenever you can! thank you :))

Adtgub omg you're being so sweet! Thank you! 😭💕

And ngl, I had to force myself not to drop everything else I was doing to immediately write this xD Vandy just owns my heart...

If anyone else would like to send a prompt as well, here's the Soft Sentence Starters list 😊

"You always duck away when you smile."

Vanderwood x Reader

At that point it was a normal occurance for you to show up at the bunker. Sometimes it even felt like you were actually living there. And not only was it a good support for the twins, but you had also managed to slowly worm your way into Vanderwood's heart at the same time.

At first it was a terrifying feeling, suddenly realizing that he'd gotten so attached to someone. Though the longer it went on, the more comfortable he got, even liking having you around. As not to say that he disliked the times you didn't come over.

But the more time you spent together, the more he picked up on your little quirks and habits. Partially because he was a very observant person in general, but also because he had this strange urge to simply learn as much about you as possible.

So there was only little that he missed when it was about you. He quickly realized you had a habit of fumbling with your sleeves when you were nervous. You wiggled a little whenever you got excited over something...

Though one thing you did always managed to confuse him.

The first couple times he'd though you'd only done it because you were flustered. But after a while he realized that you always looked like you were trying to hide yourself in some way, when you were smiling. Why? He had absolutely no idea.

Vanderwood loved your smile. It was bright, genuine, easily lighting up an entire room and it never failed to make his heart skip. So why were you trying to hide it?

When the two of you were alone, something he'd said making you smile, you did it again; dropping your head and lifting up your shoulders at the same time.

That's when he made the impulsive decision to not let you get away with it anymore. Reaching out, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger, gently tilting your head back up so you had to look at him.

"You always duck away when you smile. Why?"

"I don't know...", you admitted with a sheepish expression and shrugged. "I guess I just don't like my smile? Back in school, some people got real mean. Some things stuck until now."

Even when he didn't know any of those people, he already despised them for implanting such unnecessary insecurities into you.

"Fucking idiots", he scoffed, causing you to blink at him in surprise. "You really don't have to worry about that. I love your smile. It's extremely beautiful."

In all honesty, he was a little surprised himself about that sudden outburst. But hey, if it helped to lighten your mood and hopefully led to you not hiding that gorgeous smile anymore? It was worth it.

You only stared at him for a moment, mouth opening and closing a couple times, but no words came out. Until you eventually threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug and throwing him completely off guard.

But as soon as the initial confusion subsided, he wrapped his arms around your waist in return, allowing himself to melt into you, basking in the warmth your body radiated.

"Thank you for saying that..."

"It's simply the truth", he murmured, lips pressed to your temple. And the way you leaned into the touch made the corners of his lips twitch up ever so slightly.

Maybe he should compliment you that bluntly more often, if it would always result in a hug like that.

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500 word Challenge

Thanks you ever so much for this lovely tag, @esteladannishreyakamilah and @queerchoicesblog! Sorry for the late reply, I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster today because of work! 🙃😅

Rules: write a 500 word story (doesn’t have to be choices related) though mine is going to be because I kinda want something like this to happen in BB2 I mean.... Adrian and Kamilah are keeping so much from MC that it’s bound to happen at some point, right? I love this gif so much eurgh! ♥️

Ngl this probably isn’t even 500 words but oh well! 🤭 I have tried and I got writers block a couple of times so I went for a nap.

Tagging: @the-council-of-new-york-vampires @femmeshep @melodyofgraves @nk-writes @darley1101 @give-me-ernest-sinclaire @begging-for-kamilah

Gonna tag @itlivesbeneath and @flyawayboo in this too cos I thought that you might like this!

‘What?’

Amy focuses her attention on Jax, her arms wrapping themselves protectively around her torso as she edges closer to him.

‘What are you saying?’

He meets her gaze for a moment before turning back to Adrian; whose brown eyes bore into his, a dark look encompassing his face as he wanders over to rest beside Amy. Adrian clears his throat, his voice lowering to a stern whisper, which is directed at Jax.

‘That’s enough.’

‘But what is he talking about?’

Jax shifts uneasily on his feet; all eyes were trained on him, with the exception of Amy, whose gaze drifts subconsciously between Adrian and Kamilah, her eyes widening at the realisation that something was wrong. He runs his hand along his jaw, his fingers resting at the nape of his neck as he continues.

‘I was referring to Adrian’s past, Amy,’ he hesitates, moving closer with every word, ‘and more importantly how it ties in with - ‘

‘I said that was enough.’

Adrian’s usual calm demeanor had faded away, replaced by anger and terror. The pair lock eyes once more before Jax continues, ‘why should I keep quiet?’ He tilts his head to the side as he eyes Adrian with suspicion before turning his attention to Kamilah, ‘it seems that you’ve both forgotten that we are a part of this too...If he is coming after you, then he won’t hesitate to take us all out as well.’

A sharp sigh escapes Kamilah’s lips, a collection of thoughts running through her mind as she speaks, acknowledging Jax with an icy glare.

‘We would never let that happen.’

‘That doesn’t change anything, Kamilah. They deserve to know what is happening.’

‘Jax.....’ she pauses, her voice full of pain and sorrow, ‘I implore you to think carefully about what you are doing.’

‘What I am doing, Kamilah, is telling our friends the truth,’ he looks over at Adrian, whose arm is wrapped tightly around Amy’s waist, his fingertips clinging to her with every breath as he is overcome with fear.

It is as if he believes that, once Jax tells them the truth....he will lose her.

‘I respect you Adrian, believe me I do, but if we are to fully understand why he has this vendetta against the Council, then we need to know everything.’

‘No, you don’t.’

‘You know as well as I do that that’s not true,’ his gaze drifts from person to person as he tries to read their faces for any sign of emotion, ‘if this ‘Gaius’ Guy is after something, then we need to know what history each of you have have with him...maybe this way we’ll be more prepared on the off-chance that he strikes first.’

‘They don’t need to know anything,’ he cups Amy’s cheek with his hand, his stern demeanor softening as he looks at her; ‘we need to keep them as far away from this as possible. It may not prevent the inevitable but it will give us more time.’

Jax scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose with frustration.

His fear of the truth will get us all killed.

‘You’re lying to yourself,’ he wanders over to the window, leaning back to rest against the cold window pane. ‘Whether you tell them or not, they will find out eventually.’

‘Tell us what?’ Amy whispers, placing one hand on his forearm, her voice strained in confusion.

‘....Adrian?’

‘There is nothing to say,’ he turns to face her, his fingertips drawing soothing circles on her skin as his hand travels to rest on her cheek. He lowers his voice to a soft whisper, pressing his forehead against hers.

‘I need you to go back to the guest suite... Kamilah and I will be there shortly.’

‘But Adrian....’

‘She needs to know, Adrian,’ Jax wanders over to the pair, his gaze drifting between them, ‘you can’t protect her forever.’

‘I know I can’t,’ he hesitates, his heart beating faster with every second, ‘but I can try.’

‘Really? You never really struck me as the protective sort...’

‘Then I guess you don’t know me as well as you thought...’

‘No I guess not....’ he ponders over his thoughts, before stringing his next sentence together. ‘But I know enough about you to make a judgement.’

Adrian’s brow narrows with apprehension, his arm constricting around Amy’s waist as he focuses on Jax, his anger fading as quickly as it came.

‘Well if I’ve learnt anything in the past two centuries it’s that you should never judge someone by the stories that you hear about them... no matter what the source.’

The group fall silent, each lost in their own thoughts before Jax speaks, each word like a sharp knife in Adrian’s heart.

‘Is that what the ‘Butcher of Antietam’ would have said too?’

[inifitywar]

kai anderson smut submitted by @writerforprompt

a/n: this is written really well and i liked how you included a bit of back story with the whole platonic reader x winter scenes. ngl i was shook when i read the remote part and had to reread it to make sure i read it right lmao. but yeah this smut it really good, you guys should check it out below the cut! 

(also don’t forget the read the warnings!)

Kai Anderson X Reader First Person Smut

Kai Anderson Smut

First Person

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Manipulation, Kink Shaming, Foul Language, Heavy Dub – Con, Anal, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Unsafe Sex, Object Insertion, Choking, Unsafe Practice of BDSM, Drugs and Alcohol (Mentioned Use), Innocence Play, Hinted Pregnancy, Rough Sex, Camera/Recorded Sex, Cult Association, Masturbation

Authors Note: I don’t own Cult or any of it’s characters. Hope you enjoy this short story! Let me know what you think.

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“Who do you love the most?”

His eyes stared into mine and, not for the first time since meeting him, I felt terror shock a line up my spine.

“Love is a myth.” I replied looking up at him from under my dark lashes, moments away from tears, hoping to hear his disagreement. It didn’t come. Instead, he licked his lips and tightened his hold on my pinkie.

“Is that your greatest fear?” He followed up.

I blinked twice, letting a tear glide down my face, smudging my eyeliner down my cheek. I took a deep breath.

“Yes.”

“You’re very dear to me. Do you know that? All that you have suffered; it’s beautiful.” He took my chin with his other hand and tilted my head upwards. Lust and madness danced gleefully in his eyes. He brushed my hair over my shoulder.

“I love you.” I choked out.

He chuckled.

“Liar.” He grabbed my throat roughly, shaking me rough, somewhat playfully. He slapped my cheek lightly. “You’re scared.” He observed.

I was breathing roughly, terrified.

“There’s nothing to be scared of.” He ran his hand through my hair. “Do you know why I wanted you to here? I saw something in you that was trapped, locked away deep inside you. I saw potential. You’re not scared of me; You’re scared I’ll show you who you really are. You want me to. That’s why you came to me, special one.”  

My legs were trembling. He knew. His smile slowly stretched from ear to ear.

“P-please.” I whispered, not knowing what I was begging for.

“It’s okay, baby – I know what you need.”

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. He knew.

Winter told him.

It was the first time I had ever been invited to a party. It was loud and there were plastic cups everywhere. I scanned the room until I spied someone with a shred of decency. She leaned against the wall with an unopened bottle of Tequila. She caught my eye and turned to gaze at the crowd of drunks, humping and dancing to the music that came from the speaker. She smiled and walked over to me.

“This party is shit. A bunch of pigs just waiting until you get drunk enough to give them a chance. Wanna ditch?” She shook the bottle teasingly.

I didn’t know her. But then again, I didn’t really know anybody there. What was there to lose?

“Sure.”

She introduced herself as Winter Anderson and within moments we were at her house. A couple of hours passed like nothing. By the time we swapped ex horror stories the bottle was empty, and the room was foggy from the smoke. A bong sat between us on her bed.

“Truth or hit?”

I threw back my head and laughed, staring at the ceiling for a moment. I was still moving, even though I sat perfectly still. I swayed back and forth to her music before looking her in her eyes, ready to answer.

“Truth.” She smiled and took a hit.

“What gets you off?” I blushed, and scanned my brain for an appropriate answer, so I wouldn’t be judged.

“When a guy whispers in my ear.” I settled with a tame turn-on.

She laughed. “Bullshit.”

“What?” I protested, letting a nervous cough of a laugh to escape my lips.

She leaned forward and stuck out her pinky finger. I hesitated. I didn’t really know her. Fuck it. I let out an excited breath and leaned forward to twist my red pinky ginger around her blue one. I blamed my boldness on the drugs and alcohol.

“Calling someone Daddy; Being told what to do; When Daddy gets rough with me. That’s what gets me off.”

She looked into my dark eyes to see if I was telling the truth. I was. She smiled and laughed it off. “I knew it was something like that.” I froze.

“You can tell?”

She shook her head quickly. “Not unless you look for it. Have you ever done something about it?”

“No. My ex didn’t want to.”

“You should.” She smiled and took a hit. Then she proceeded to tell me about Scottie Mickels and how she let him do anal. That’s how it went for a while, that is, until I could just lay back on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

“Hey.”

She shook me out of my day dreaming. It felt like someone was pulling me down from a cloud. I felt weightless. I turned my head and found her eyes.

“Yes ma’am?”

Her eyebrows jerked upwards. She looked around the room and threw a pencil in my direction.

“Hand it to me that pencil.” Wordlessly, I took the pencil from in front of me and stuck out my hand to give it back to her.

“Here you are ma’am.”

“Holy shit.”

I stared at her.

“You’re really out of it.” She decided it was time to go to bed. She put the bong on the nightstand and pulled me off the bed. She wiped off the little pieces of weed off her blanket and laid me down underneath it. She then gave me a glass of water to drink. I felt like I was on a swaying boat. Winter set herself down on the other side of the bed and placed her phone in between us. I let her music lull me to sleep.

The next day she told me about her brother.

The day after that, she took me to him.

I told Kai about my childhood. I told him about my mother, my brother, and my sister, but I never told him about what I think about when it’s the middle of the night, and nobody’s awake. I never told him, but he knew.

I suspected he knew from the very start.

“Come over here.” He released my pinky and sat in the middle of his couch, taking off his shirt in the process. He treated the situation as if it was nothing, leaning back against the cushions, waiting. Shame flooded me for my growing excitement and terror. I followed him after a beat of indecision, and soon stood in front of him.

“Now sit on Daddy’s lap.” I let out a harsh breath and stared at his lap. He licked his lips and rubbed the outline of his cock with the palm of his left hand. I almost obeyed.

“It’s a little early to start misbehaving.” He chided. His right hand pulled my wrist towards him, urging me to sit. My knees bent on both sides of his hips and I lowered myself onto his jean-clad budge. He let his hands latch onto my waist, bunching my skirt and pulling it up a few inches to expose my upper thighs. Before I could catch on, he brought his hips to rub and hump at my core. He bounced me roughly up and down on him and grunted in pleasure. My hands found his shoulders and I held on to him as he continued to quench his sudden need for friction.

“Kai! I-,” My sentence was cut off when he stopped thrusting against me and held my throat, squeezing twice. He grabbed me hard enough to let me know I had done something to displease him.

“You want to get my attention; you call me Daddy. I mean, isn’t that what you want? You want a nice, strong Daddy to take care of you and this.” He let go of my throat and groped my pussy. I was humiliated, horrified. But he was right.

He pushed my panties to the side and swirled his fingers inside of me, groaning in approval at how wet I was. My cheeks burned in embarrassment.

“D-Daddy, please.”

“Get on your knees.” He slipped his fingers out and brought them to his lips, tasting me before he released me. I obeyed without hesitation.

“Baby, I’ve been a little stressed lately.” He rubbed my hair and pulled me closer to kneel in-between the V of his open legs. “We’re so close to winning. Everything’s going perfect. And I’ve got to stay in control to keep focused.”

I nodded and looked into his eyes. He wanted to play first. My eyes widened in innocence. “I understand, Daddy.”

He smirked and let his left hand undo the button on his pants. My eyes followed his movements. Kai slowly slid his zipper down and pulled out his cock and balls. “You’ve never seen a man’s cock before, have you?” He slid his hand up and down him shaft. It stood in front of me, large and hard. I shook my head and looked up at him innocently.

He let his blue hair fall to his shoulders and tied mine away from my face. “I have a way you can help daddy.”

“How?” I bit my lip and took a shy glance at his lap.

“Take your clothes off.” His lips twitched into a sinister smile.

“What?” I blinked up at him, innocently tilting my head to the side.

“Listen to daddy.” He warned. I slowly took off my dress. “And your underwear.”

I complied, eyes never leaving his. I was soon back between his legs. He took ahold of his member and aimed it in my direction. “Now suck it.”

I hesitated. He grunted in frustration, annoyance and pushed my head down towards his pelvis. I close my eyes as he humped his hard cock against my face. I gasped in shock. Kai took this as his chance and placed his ball sack in my mouth.

“Get them nice and wet, or else Daddy’s gonna start playing rough.” He whispered with the intensity of a caged beast. Silently, I ran my tongue around his sensitive skin and coated his balls with my saliva. He hissed at my compliance and humped his cock against my nose and forehead. When he was satisfied with my work, be backed away and lined up his cock against my closed mouth. He pulled my hair and I yelped in pain; He wasted no time and lodged himself between my cheeks. I gagged, and he thrust forward.

“Fuck! That’s it!” He yelled in satisfaction. He chucked and kept on thrusting into my throat, making me gag. “I knew you’d help Daddy; I knew you’d be so good at his.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped the outside of my right cheek a couple of times, leaving a line of his cum to connect from my lips. I looked up at him, wondering why he stopped.

I froze when he pointed his phone at me. I heard his camera click. He stuck his cock back into my mouth, snapping a picture of the bulge it made. I gave an involuntary suck and swallowed around his member.

“Look at me.” He commanded. My eyes snapped to his. “Good girl. Keep your eyes on the camera.” He snapped his hips to meet my mouth without warning. He grunted like an animal as he fucked my mouth, staring at me through his phone screen, making sure he got my eyes in the shot. I wiped my eyes when he finally let me catch my breath.

“Come on – say it. Come on, baby girl. Who’s your daddy?” He said from behind his phone. I looked directly into the camera lens.

“You are. You’re my daddy.” I licked my lips.

“That’s right, baby, and what are you doing right now?” He chuckled fondly.

“I’m helping you relax, Daddy.” He groaned.

“On my lap.”

Kai grabbed a bottle of lube from his jean pocket and tossed his pants onto the floor. He coated his fingers well and sat me on his lap, my back to his chest. I leaned forward and looked backwards at him.

“What are you doing, Daddy?”

“Daddy needs a little more help relaxing.” He spread my legs wider. My eyes widened.

“I’m a –,”

“Virgin? Daddy knows. Don’t worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.” I inhaled sharply, my mind racing. What?

I gasped in shock when he slid his middle finger into my ass. I couldn’t speak. He moved his finger in and out, exploring my walls.

“Daddy!” I pleaded in shock. His other hand groped my left ass cheek, roughly kneading my flesh and slapping it. He pulled out his finger and rubbed some lube around my hole. His pointer finger joined his middle pumping in and out of my ass. It burned. All I could do was paint as pain and pleasure intertwined within me. He moved to trace circles around my clit while he fingered me from behind.

“So good. You’re doing perfect, bitch.” I jumped at his rough tone. His touch grew rougher. He added a third finger.

“Daddy, I can’t!” I choked out, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

“You think you have a choice now? You already said you would help Daddy. You’ve been teasing me every meeting.” My cheeks burned. I wanted to deny it, but it was the truth. All those times I thought he didn’t notice.

“You wanted this.” He accused. “This is what you think about when you finger your greedy pussy at night.” With that, he took his fingers out of my hole and immediately replaced them with his cock.

“Ah!” I hissed, gritting my teeth and exhaling sharply. He felt so big inside my walls. I could feel every inch of him, sliding in and out, chasing after his own pleasure. He grunted and fucked upwards into my ass. I felt his balls slap against my thighs. His fingers left bruises on my hips and breasts.

“That’s it, slut. You needed this. I could tell you needed this. That’s it, take Daddy’s big cock.” He moaned sharply before pulling out and pushing my shoulders forward, sending me to fall halfway onto the coffee table. He was on me in an instant, jamming his cock into my pussy. He licked his fingers quickly and rubbed small circles around my clit.

I panted, letting small bursts of air to leave my parted lips as he continued his thrusts.

He smirked at my appearance. Hair wildly bouncing in time with my breast, pupils blown, eyes wild. “Daddy just couldn’t resist, baby. You understand I’ve been under a lot of pressure.” He fucked into me faster, harder. “You’re helping Daddy out so much – being such a good girl. Daddy’s almost done.” He leaned forward to scrape his teeth on my shoulder. “You’re gonna look so good filled with my cum.”

“I -I…” My back straightened. I wasn’t on birth control. He wasn’t wearing a condom. He caught my eye and let out a laugh.

“How else will you give birth to my heir.”

I was filled with terror. He planned on getting me pregnant. He felt me clench around his cock. He rubbed my clit faster, more deliberately at my clit. I shuttered and climaxed with a yell, before slumping onto the coffee table, giving into his assault.  

Feeling my body go lax, he eagerly placed both hands on my hips and moved my body in time with his thrusts, pleased with my decision to obey.

“That’s it, bitch. Such a good girl. Taking my cock – taking my cum.” He grunted and slammed into me three more times before I felt his release. He let out a long groan and slapped my ass, as if silently telling me I did well. I jerked in time with his finishing thrusts and rested my head on the table, exhausted.

He slowly rocked against me, sliding in and out gently, riding out the aftershocks. He griped the base of his cock and slid out of me. I looked back and saw it hanging, sated, against his thigh. Kai stretched and popped his back. He looked around and took the remote from where it fell on the floor.

I could only let out a shaky moan as he shoved it halfway inside of me to keep his cum trapped in my womb.

“Good girl.” He kissed my head and tugged me to stand. “Our child will be destined for greatness.” I nodded.

“I love you.” I whispered.

He smiled that beautiful smile of his. I could see his dimples. Tears sprung to my eyes.

He held out his pinky.

I didn’t hesitate to intertwine mine with his.  

[1800-seungshine]

i’m serious.

member: ong seongwoo genre(s): fluff, romance, college!au   summary: there are numerous perks of being his teasing, mischievous self but one disadvantage? he can’t seriously say how he truly likes you. (bullet point format) word count: 1.9k

note: ok so this is not a requested scenario but rather something my mind has been bothering me about for a long time and i need to dump it somewhere or else i can’t do anything else lmao. lowkey inspired by one of my favourite songs (click here) bc day6 songs are life and need more love and attention < 3 

p.s. i’m sorry if i haven’t posted a scenario recently, i got sick and while laying in bed watching wanna one videos is fun, not writing bc of a constant headache that made me take so many naps (which i don’t really regret ehehe) made me sad :’(( 

ong seongwoo

first thing people think of is his good looks 

i mean just take a look at his face

one smile and congratulations! you just turned into a puddle

but y’all srsly do you even know how good looking he is like oh my god 

the next thing people remember is his lit ass humour 

he’s the funniest guy you’ve ever seen 

besides, his humour was why you both got closer 

you weren’t necessarily the most social person in the world 

but he was 

and it was that one class that you shared together where everyone knows who he is

yet somehow he takes the seat right next to you 

“the other seats weren’t appealing enough. someone with looks as good as mine needs a chair that represents his shining visuals.”

ok first of all,,, 

what a c0cky hoe

usually guys who say such pretentious things would have met your fist but there was something different about him

and achievement unlocked! ong seongwoo made you laugh 

might not be a big deal to other people but your laugh indicated a lot more to him 

bc if he can make you laugh in one go you’re instantly his friend

hence the beginning of your blooming friendship 

eventually you ended up looking forward to that class bc seongwoo was there 

even if he did distract you all the time by pulling weird ass faces

and whispering jokes to make you laugh 

but that was the joy of befriending a guy like him 

really, it wasn’t that hard for you to get along with seongwoo

so what was simple class interactions became lunch hangouts to study sessions and everything in between 

you two matched each other really well 

you always laugh at his jokes

he drags you to his adventures 

you have a sense of humour that blended with his 

he has the funniest memes to combat your savage remarks 

you would always help him when it came to anything 

and he knows how to instantly cheer you up 

your best friend has to grab ice cream before she can hear you rant

yet when it came to seongwoo all it took was one mobile phone and fingers rapidly typing in allcaps to emphasise the anger in your body

and you’d feel a million times better bc he had the funniest replies that makes you happier than eating your favourite flavour of ice cream

so is ong snatching the best friend title??

yeah probably 

and while you two may consider yourselves as close friends

it doesn’t seem to be that way to the eyes of others  

the amount of times you and seongwoo have been assumed as a couple became so endless to the point where you two gave up on counting

and seongwoo being the prick he is eventually played along to people’s assumptions by wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “come on babe, i don’t want you falling for other guys.” he’d teasingly say, sending a cheeky wink before he’d drag you elsewhere

he does it anywhere, no matter who you two were with, just to tease you

you: you’re such a little prick, ong - i’m gonna end up jumped on by your admirers >:(

seongwoo: whoops my bad  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

you: smh you’re deleted bye. i hate you so much-

seongwoo: love you too y/n ;) 

the closeness of your friendship was so tight that it was ultimately questioned by everyone else 

and kang daniel were one of the few who had enough of simply pondering and presuming so he bluntly asked you when he invited you to sit with him for lunch one day

“y/n....are you dating seongwoo hyung?” 

you were about to spit the water you were drinking at him bc of the sudden topic but you hurriedly gulped the water down, lightly choking along the way 

“is this a new approach on conversation starters?” you asked after having a coughing fit, “because i’m rating it a zero.” 

“no, i’m genuinely asking; nearly everyone on campus think that you two have something going on and i can see why they think that way.” daniel pointed out. 

you let out a seemingly forced chuckle as your eyes land on seongwoo who stood across the vicinity, surrounded by swarms of girls 

seeing the sight of seongwoo smiling and laughing with other girls, you pushed the giddy feelings aside by instantly shooting it down with your denial before you discreetly point at him 

“turn around,” you told daniel who obediently followed your instruction to observe his best friend for a minute before his attention returned to you

“see? ong treats me like that too, there’s nothing special - we’re just friends.” 

you took your gaze away from seongwoo to get rid of the sudden heaviness in your heart and met with daniel’s confused expression as he scratched his head.

“really...? but it doesn’t seem that way to me though.... i’ve known seongwoo for a long time and the way he treats you is different. for me at least.”

“daniel, what are you talking about?” 

“ah, forget it.” daniel remarked as he ruffled his hair, mumbling a little to himself before digging into his food, “hopefully you figure it out.” 

time skip bloop bloop

“hey, seongwoo!” 

a voice calls out to him and quickly he spins around, hoping that you’d be there

even if he already knew from the start that the voice didn’t resemble yours, disappointment still washes over him as he realises that it wasn’t you

but rather it was your best friend approaching him 

“y/n doesn’t feel well so she can’t come to today’s lecture but can you please take notes for her?” 

(ngl i got inspired by my flu and overall inability to properly breathe) 

the neutral expression on his face is visibly replaced with worry, “is she okay? what happened?” 

“she just needs to rest - i have to go now, my class is starting soon.” 

“wait!”  “the passcode’s 0000. bye seongwoo!” 

seongwoo furrows his brows together in confusion, “how did she know i was going to ask that...?” 

meanwhile you were casually dying on the sofa with multiple blankets wrapped around you

your best friend was the one who got you in the living room in the first place as you couldn’t get up in the morning

and before she could leave for her classes, she forced you to eat and made sure that you drink medicine 

(#bffgoals)

now you’re just cuddling a tissue box as you try to watch television

but there’s a sudden knock on the door and you hear the door opening 

believing your best friend came back, you rise from your resting position, “oh why are you back so earl-” you abruptly end your sentence as you see who came entered in

“seongwoo...?”

“you look like a sad burrito.”

“i’m going to take that as a compliment,” you say with a sniffle, “what are you doing here?” 

he simply lifts up the plastic bags he’s been holding, “i’m here to take care of you, what else?”

“don’t you have other classes to attend?” 

seongwoo places the bags on the table, gently pushing you back down on the sofa as he kneels beside you

“first class was our lecture so i took notes and left as soon as it finished,” you watch him speak as his hand reaches out to touch your forehead, letting it sit there for a few seconds, “you have a slight fever...”

you remain silent as you observe his face at a closer glance; your gaze travelling from his eyes, his nose, the constellation moles adorning his face and down to his lips before you find yourself looking back at those dark brown eyes staring right at you

and suddenly you’re unable to breathe even more than your current condition was letting you.

bc in that moment, you finally accepted how much you liked seongwoo 

that it wasn’t even out of friendship anymore 

and knowing that you got caught, you begin to hide under the covers from embarrassment as you try to calm your palpitating heart

“oh my god, ong get out.” 

“but i just came??” 

“i’m just sick, this is nothing - i’m fine. my heart’s fine.” you ignore the fact that seongwoo’s presence still remains in the room as you talk to yourself under the blankets 

until he pulls it away from you and your eyes immediately land on the person you last wanted to see that day 

“what? are you okay, y/n?” 

you grab the blankets once again and hide yourself from him, “no i’m not okay. i practically look and sound dead, don’t do this to me”

“do what? we’re both dead inside- come on, just look at me and tell me what’s wrong.” 

“no thank you. i already caught the flu, i don’t need a broken heart.” 

“and what makes you think that way?”

words fail to escape your mouth as you’re unable to reply and you both fall into complete silence 

seongwoo takes this opportunity to hold onto the blankets and gently pull it away from you, “what makes you think you’ll have a broken heart?” he questions

although you’ve seen his serious side a number of times, it still sends chills down your spine 

because you know that this time he isn’t kidding 

you finally sit up curling into a ball, “because i’m just a friend - nothing more, nothing less.” 

you feel him sitting down beside you and you avoid his stare as much as possible by looking at the television that became a mere background music since seongwoo’s arrival 

his soft chuckle rings sweetly into your ear, “what’s so funny? did you just think of a weird joke in your head again?” you casually ask, pretending like nothing happened a few minutes ago.

“it’s funny because i don’t treat friends with coffee every morning. 

i don’t spend money to go cinemas just to watch a movie with friends, especially when there’s just two of us 

i also don’t think i’d spend fifty bucks in an arcade to cheer up a friend

nor do i send my friends pick up lines to brighten their day 

and of course, i don’t ditch daniel for friends. 

so if i ditch daniel for you then you’re very special to me - a lot more special than daniel himself and that’s a lot for me to say because that guy is like my brotp,, my soulmate even.” 

after his words sink into your head, you realise that everything seongwoo has listed 

he’s done them for you 

“so how many times have you ditched daniel?” you ask as you turn your head to him, instantly caught in his stare as you realise that he had been staring at you this entire time.

“never.” he starts off, “but for you? countless of times.” 

you feel your cheeks heat up and you were sure that it wasn’t your fever acting up, “i hate you, ong. do you know that?” you tell him. 

you hated him because of what he was doing to you.

you hated him because of what you were feeling towards him 

you hated him because you were falling for him

and you hated him because of the next words he says 

“i love you too, y/n.” he simply says as his lips curve upwards into a heartwarming smile as his gaze never leave you 

“and this time, i’m serious.” 

[wavesofinkdrops]

If you're still taking requests, RusAme, anything domestic, with them out and about getting to do Normal Human Stuff, but still kinda unable to shake that they're nations? Any genre and length is perfect!

Thank you for the prompt, I love it! Ngl, I really had fun with this one. No warnings, except these two being forgetful dorks. It’s unabashed fluff.

Lapsus Linguae

“Ivan, come on, you don’t want to be stuck here all day!”

“As long as I am here with-”

“That isn’t gonna work because - trust me - you don’t wanna be here all day. You really don’t,” Alfred clarified as Ivan fiddled with his phone. “We can go inside the mall and then you can take advantage of the free wifi to send an answer.”

Ivan  pocketed the device before extending an arm ahead of him. “Lead the way, Mr. Jones.”

Alfred hastily grabbed his wrist and began leading the both of them to the mall, Alfred listing off every item he needed to buy. Ivan barely listened, having heard the list a total of seven and a half times - with multiple edits - since landing in D.C. Alfred was about halfway through the list when they arrived, before turning to Ivan to gauge his initial reaction.

Ivan had never been in an American ‘mall’, but Alfred had described them to him enough times that he knew that they were extravagant. Though he hadn’t been actually prepared for a four-floor extravaganza such as this.

“Well?” Alfred asked, and Ivan sent him a questioning look. “First impressions, big guy, whatcha think?”

“Ah - this is…” Ivan thought of how to describe this. “It is very like you.”

Alfred looked like he was trying to decide what to think of that, and seemed to find himself happy with the comment. “I’ll take that as a compliment, now let’s go, we don’t have all day.”

It wasn’t long before Alfred had dragged Ivan into fifty different shops, and Ivan could only imagine what Alfred’s credit card bill would look like. New Halloween decorations, clothes and even food (Alfred was the driving force of the trip to the mall, after all, so food was mandatory) were packed into several bags, Ivan having to carry many of Alfred’s (he only had a single one for himself, and that only because Alfred had deemed him in need of a new, all-American suit - ironically enough, it was a Burberry suit).

They had been there for hours, and Ivan was glad when Alfred suggested taking a break in the food court. After having gotten themselves sodas and - after Alfred complained about almost starving himself without noticing - something to snack on, they weaved through the tables and people in the court.

Alfred stopped abruptly, and Ivan noticed him waving at someone - who, he had no idea. He saw no-one he could recognise.

“Come on, let’s go greet them!”

Apparently Alfred had said who ‘they’ were, but Ivan hadn’t heard him. Ivan only followed Alfred to the table where two young men, one with Caucasian features, the other with relatively Eastern features - around Alfred’s apparent age - were seated.

Alfred immediately bounded up to them with their tray in his hands, having started chattering away with one of them already. It was clear Alfred knew this man well, Ivan could notice how comfortable he was around him. The other man was still seated and more silent, so Ivan gathered this was either a friend or boyfriend that Alfred had not yet met.

As he approached, Alfred turned to him and nodded him over. “Andie, this is Ivan, the boyfriend I told you about. He looks scarier than he is,” Alfred laughed, and Ivan had half a mind to retort before he remembered they were in the company of people. “Ivan, this is Andrew, he’s an intern at the White House.”

When Andrew didn’t look at Alfred, he mouthed ‘norm’.

So that was the play. Alfred’s go-to was that he was Junior Assistant to the President, or something along those lines, and Ivan was ready to play along.

“Hello,” Ivan said, extending his hand to the young man - ‘Andrew’ - before Andrew then introduced his companion.

“Nice to meet ya, Fred’s told me quite a bit about you,” Andrew said, and Alfred muttered a no, I haven’t before Andrew continued. “This is my boyfriend, Daniel. Alfred’s been… he helped me a lot when I first came to the White House.”

Alfred turned to Ivan. “He was afraid that with the new boss and his… er… points of view, that Andrew wouldn’t be able to easily include himself in the work. Luckily, I’m gay too, so I told him to just ignore whatever the boss thinks because he’s only there for four years,” Ivan heard the undertones of ‘if even that’, “and hopefully we’re there to stay a bit longer.”

“Do you guys wanna sit or…?”

Alfred looked around him. “Well I can’t see that there’s a lot of space to sit, so if you guys don’t mind we’d be happy to hang out for a bit.” Alfred said as he and Andrew sat down, Ivan soon following suit.

Andrew turned to Ivan. “So you’re from Russia, right?” Ivan acquiesced, and Andrew continued. “What do you do there? Alfred said something government-related, that you met at a diplomatic meeting or something?”

Ivan nodded with an amused look aimed at Alfred. “Yes, we met when our Foreign Minister met with your boss, I was involved in coordinating the press and public appearances.”

“Oh, right. I’ve also thought about doing public relations and stuff, but haven’t decided yet. Although because I have a degree in international relations I think I’ll end up somewhere else,” Andrew laughed. “What’s it like?”

Ivan really had very little idea what dealing with organising the press was like. He rarely cared enough to know how it was done, just that it was done with as little fuss as possible. “Busy,” he answered quickly, and he saw Alfred’s unimpressed look.

“He’s not too chatty,” Alfred pointed out.

“You compensate enough for the both of us, Alfred,” Ivan jabbed, and Andrew laughed. Alfred rolled his eyes, before turning to Daniel.

Pleasantries and basics exchanged, Alfred had managed to drag everyone into a whirlpool of embarrassing, incredible or otherwise unbelievable experiences and random bits of trivia of the relationship of the two countries (both political, and the one that the two humans were unaware of).

“No, no, no, you’ve got it all wrong,” Alfred shook his head, and set his hand on the table authoritatively. “The reset button wasn’t an embarrassing mistake, the misspelling was the fault of Russia-ah-ans who decided to mess with the government and give them the wrong translation,” Alfred explained, and Ivan scoffed.

“Blaming American impotence on Russia, how very typical,” Ivan countered.

“How do you-” Andrew started asking, but luckily Alfred gave him no time to ask as he threw himself into another story.

“I plenty take care of my own mistakes, when they’re mine,” Alfred said warningly, but with a joking tone.

“Say that to-” Ivan cut his sentence short, as he realised that perhaps mentioning business that technically really shouldn’t be under Alfred’s jurisdiction would arouse suspicions. “To the dishwasher, that you have yet to fill from last night. Instead of blaming me for making food in actual plates.”

Alfred remembered himself, and huffed. “You still could have just used recyclable plates, just sayin’ I wasn’t in the mood for dish-washing.”

“What was that you said-”

“Anyway!” Alfred cut off, as if he hadn’t heard Daniel’s beginning of a question. “Any stories you guys wanna share?”

And they managed to pull the conversation back onto less dangerous tracks.

“Oh! Ivan’s gotta remember this one - you were there - remember that one time?” Alfred was already laughing, and Ivan had no idea about what Alfred was on about.

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“When you and I were both in that plane, and - and you decided, you - oh my God,” Alfred was wheezing.

“What did he do?” Daniel asked, trying to make sense of what Alfred was getting at, while Ivan’s memory flashed back to the day and he almost burst laughing.

“I jumped out of the plane without a parachute,” Ivan completed, before both he and Alfred laughed, Alfred managing the words ‘vodka’ and ‘soft snow’ before Ivan remembered their company. He hoped the two, very much human people, wouldn’t notice.

“How are you alive?!” Andrew asked, incredulous.

Both countries froze up. “He,” Alfred started. “He was hospitalised-”

“But how is he alive?” Daniel repeated, almost staring at Ivan.

Ivan remembered the boy had said he was specialising in aerospace defence. Of course he would know about the technical aspects of jumping out of a plane.

“I - er - did have a parachute with me,” Ivan attempted.

“He just…” Alfred tried.

“I just didn’t open it very early, I thought I didn’t have one,” Ivan finished.

“He got a broken leg and a couple fingers and-”

“There was at least a rib involved. And a concussion,” Ivan was listing the most basic injuries he could think of, and hoped they wouldn’t ask too many more questions.

It was then that Alfred checked his watch and gasped. “Ivan, dude, the time! Man, sorry we gotta cut this short, but Ivan and I gotta run, we’re having some family over tonight,” Alfred explained, and the other two looked slightly dumbstruck by the very high-speed exchanges that had occurred.

“Oh, ‘course!” Andrew said. “I’ll see you Monday then, yeah?”

“Yeah, totally!” Alfred stood, and Ivan did the same, giving hasty goodbyes before directing himself, Alfred and their bags to the exit. Only once they were outside did they pause for a minute.

“That was real damn close,” Alfred said.

“It has been a while since I have been in the company only of humans, long enough to have a conversation. I’m sorry if I traumatised them.”

“Nah, man, I led you to it. I sure got some explaining to do at work, though,” Alfred chuckled. “C’mon, let’s go, we do have a lot to do.”

“I think they might think I am some kind of living dead,” Ivan joked as they made their way to Alfred’s car, before loading all the bags into the trunk and driving off.

“Well, not like that’s any different from anyone else, now, is it?”

Ivan chuckled, pulling out his phone. He groaned. “I forgot to answer the e-mail.”

Alfred glanced over, smiling. “Was it anything important?”

“Slightly.” Ivan sighed, beginning to type out a response. “My boss was wondering where I’d vanished to a week before the scheduled meeting.”

Alfred laughed and nearly swerved slightly. “You didn’t tell him?! And you tell me I’m childish!”

“Just drive,” Ivan muttered.

He could already smell the food he was going to cook for Alfred today, and considered on how best to approach telling his boss to kindly allow him some respite for the holiday.

[survivormarmoreal]

Episode #6: "My brain does not math at this hour. Stay tuned." - Sharky

I'm so sad. Everything worked out just like we thought it would but it's still not what I wanted. Charlie went home and he was actually a really good ally. I feel like I maybe could have done more to try and save him but then I would have lost other allies.

OKAY. LET'S. DISH. This swap also worked out really freakin well for me. My #1 Brian is still with me by my side. I was reunited with Dennis who is part of Four of a Kind, plus he is a challenge BEAST. Nick actually thinks I voted to save him which is not the case but made me looks like such a good ally to him, so I had to do 0 damage control. And I'm finally on a tribe with Matt who I've been wanting to work with. This is actually the best case scenario.

Welp. I knew something was happening but a swap wasnt it. Lucky i talked to Bryce earlier so he has my back. We also have Keaton and Marie but we have to see where their heads at. Nate is talking to me and right now i really like his vibe. Annebelle i havent had a chance to but wasnt able to make it so idk if they’ll be here. Hopefully we can win immunity tonight.

So we swapped. Again. AND I AM THE ONLY FUCKING OG MADIGAN ON MY TRIBE. THIS IS SOME BS. James the lil'bitch had to fucking quit over a fucking flash game so we could have MERGED but NO! I see how it is. At least I have Dennis and Brian (who i would literally DIE for) and nicole as well! Sharky is an FB ORG legend so im looking forward to getting to know him. Nick already seems dry asf so yay? Like I think I can blend in quickly with this tribe, but I am still nervous about what would happen if we merge. IDK if the FBers (its weird to me how im considered one now LOL) will team up or whether we will wither and die and I have to pull out my idol (yah i still have some sanity!) WOO TIME TO CRY AT ENDURANCE

ok well we swapped and im kind of loving it but not. like i love that maynor and nathan are here. but so is kirby! so! i miss dennis and brian seems like a legend so i wanted to play with him but oh well maybe merge if i survive! its awk this live challenge bc marie prob wont be doing it like even during the good times for her timezone KJHFADKSJDF. but! ugh dennis is gonna slay this so sad i have a good sleep schedule yikes. its fun that nicole is on the other tribe hopefully that evens it out for us having marie. annabelle hasnt spoken to me yet either so. hmmm.... maynor wants to work with me so thats GREAT love him wooh!!!

Okay we are actually working really well as a tribe on this challenge. No shade to my previous tribes but I haven't seen this much teamwork in a challenge yet this season. Feels good.

This swap was really good for me i think. And I had 2 swaps today and I was going crazy. I have now Bryce and Keaton both wanting to work with me which is good because now we atleast can make it a tie if the others dont want to work with us. I really like Nate so Im going to try and see where he’s heads at. Marie doesnt talk much and is offline. And starting to talk to Anna. I dont think we are going to win this immunity.

Matt is great. End of story.

3:51 am. Dennis, Matt, and I have really stayed up to pull this challenge together. And we are so close. This would give Brian and I a much needed break from tribal council and considering I can see myself working with all of these players I'd rather us win so I can have as many options as possible when we merge. I just need to stay up for another hour or so to get this done. Matt and Dennis have already stayed up all night to get it done. Also though in the back of my mind I'm clocking how Dennis works REALLY hard at these challenges...maybe too hard. And now I'm rambling...because it is now 3:54 am.

4:21 am. We think we have won. Unsure. My brain does not math at this hour. Stay tuned.

SO WE WON IMMUNITY WOOOO! Thank god, live tribals for some reason would make me really nervous so i am happy to be safe! hopefully the merge is soon as well, would love to get there and know i made jury (something which doesn't happen too me that often ngl) Sharky and I really hit it off last night, and i know this cause we established that Betty white is very dom but also caring about her subs. so thats a sentence you just read. If feel like even if I went to tribal, im likeable enough to make into into the majority alliance that could spring up, so I am happy with how I am playing tbh. Will it make me a threat further down the line? probs but i'll deal with that later

Can I just say that the laptop Discord is way better than mobile Discord. But catch me still using mobile discord all the time. Anyways.... It looks like the target might be Marie for tribal. TBH I really hope this tribal goes smoothly and everyone just votes for Marie. She was one and didn't help out in the challenge, as far as I could tell. Haven't seen the ones after I deadass fell asleep on my phone. Bryce and Keaton have my back so that's all that matter. Nate I have to keep an eye on because he threw my name with Marie because he didn't talk to me. (He was telling Keaton this.) I was like bruh why you lying. We literally talked for a couple of hrs after the swap before you went to bed. I'll update if there is any more spicyness. but It sucks though. Now only 2 people to have not gone to tribal is Dennis and Nicole.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vk_Ur9d_wY8&feature=youtu.be

only audio this time. Like switching it up hehe

everything is so quiet i think im going home which is super sad bc the game is pretty fun and i really wanted to work with maynor dennis and nathan somemore but oh well!!! am i a meninist? also i stan annabelle again she like kind of doesnt talk to me but when she does shes a legend league goddess. marie is so inactive that im going to vote her but i wish keaton left instead!

Hello! I am still safe and probably will remain so until merge, so.....this is fun! Lots of fun! Every time I try to contribute to a challenge I wake up and we've already won or finished it. I...is this the work ethic of Discord games? If so, I love being carried like this. Anyways, hoping that anyone who was cordial to me on my last tribe doesn't get the boot. I'm figuring Maria might go just because she has been so inactive (except that one time Keaton called her inact in the chat and she came on like AND WHAT ABOUT IT???). So anyways that's my thoughts on that. See ya at merge (?) or maybe we are gonna have another round before that.

Today is the day i go to my first tribal. Its kinda nerve wracking but also not because everyone seems to be unified to vote out Marie tonight. Its barely 11:22 am so anything can happy until 5 pm. Im just hoping nothing crazy is happening.

Okay so this day off has been really great for me. Especially since we are still expecting a merge. And we all know once merge hits the party don't stop. However, I'm really interested to see what happens with this vote. Maynor is all alone but I need him to make the merge. Aside from Brian he is my best ally. Not to mention Nathan and Annabelle want to work with me. If they go I won't be heartbroken but I could use the allies. Then there is Bryce and Marie. I have no relationship with them but in a merge situation I think Brian could pull them into something. So I guess best case scenario Keaton goes. But also as long as it's not Maynor I would have to readjust my strategy.

OK, so it's been a couple of days!  I said I'd do confessionals daily but it just doesn't work with how little is going on in the game on the winning tribe!  I know that Nicole approached Sharky for some alliance with her and Dennis, but I just... 2 people doesn't make the numbers on the tribe and Sharky will be more loyal to me as opposed to them!

I guess I didn't really talk much about the swap either because it did just happen.  Basically I got majority of my OG tribe (Nicole, Dennis, Sharky, and myself), but I also got Matt and Nick.  I ADORE Matt and so I plan on working with him in the long run of this game if possible, and I'd love to make Nick the first boot from this tribe hehe... he needs to go before he gets his hands on any more items.  He thinks Sharky was the vote against Charlie and not me, so maybe Sharky snapped, but I genuinely don't care at the moment because Nick wouldn't feed me any information like he would feed Sharky since I know Sharky's playing a good social game.  I like Nicole and Dennis but I just don't care about longterm plans with either of them.  Ideally, I'd love my endgame to be me, Sharky, Marie, Bryce, Matt, and Nathan so that I sit perfectly in the middle of people I want to work with, but I don't know if that's their ideal plans with me, soooo!! I love dis game, and I'm really glad I got this day break after my team carried my ass because I just needed some quiet time…

I like this tribe because we won the challenge.. nothing has really happened besides me talking to some people and making some stronger connections... we all see a merge being what comes next and i cant wait for it to happen.

Idk I think this tribal will go ok but people haven’t really been talking to me a whole lot on this swap so hopefully no ones lying to me and I’m getting fucked over tonight we’ll see I guess fingers crossed!!

We swapped and lost immunity and I have no idea what's happening once again. I'm gonna vote Keaton again because of his behavior and hopefully I'm not the one being voted out ugh

Marie is voted out 5-1.