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chweverni · 4 months

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HOW I THINK _ bonedo 'n their love languages ! (pt.1)

pairing; ot6!bonedo x fem!reader synopsis; how would your adorable boyfriend(s) express their love for you? word count; 998 author's note; this is my first time writing sth ot6 soo bear with me!! and thank you all for the immense support on my prev posts it means a lot <33 keeping in mind that there are only 5 love languages, i'll try to make it as accurate as possible ! ♡ read pt.2 here !

edit; i did get two of the members' name wrong at first! im so sorry to previous readers :((((((

MYUNG JAEHYUN - quality time/physical affection

jaehyun is known for his bubbly personality and moreover he's an ENFP. so chances are, that he's a sucker for one-on-one interaction with his significant other. so, he would like spending every minute he can with you, be it for studies or just simply sitting together with you, talking about your day. he's the one to sulk over delays in any plans you two make and he'll probably go off like, "so, when are you free if not today?", with a VERY adorable pout plastered on his face. (let's not forget how his eyes sparkle most of the times).

also, i think he's very likely to randomly hug or kiss you in the middle of the day. so be ready for very tight back hugs, fore-head kisses, nose kisses, interlocking of hands or wrapping an arm round your shoulder randomly during classes, or during chores or projects!

"just one kiss! i promise it will happen again!", he'll say with a smile, proceeding to cup your face to plant a kiss on your lips.

"can we hold hands? i'm 'bout to sleep. class is getting boring!", he'll say while pulling your chair closer to him quietly to not disturb the class.

PARK SUNG HO - words of affirmation/acts of service

ENTJs although extroverted, are not known to be big fans of physical touch so he'll be more focused on helping you around, be it for school work such as homework, or assignments, or projects. he'd be the one to prepare notes for a class he's not even taking, just so that you can at the least fulfill your five hour sleep schedule. he'd be the one to prepare playlists and compile them in cassettes or CDs so that you can listen to them while doing anything.

when you're studying together at the library, if you're picking up something from under the table, he'll make sure to cover the edges of the table with his hand, so that you don't get hurt. the type to open car doors, or classroom doors for you.

he'd be the type to want to listen to words of affirmation which assures him that you still love him in the relationship. and this goes both ways, he'll also praise you and your achievements (even the smallest ones).

"ah! i'm so proud of you, love! i knew you could do it.", he'll say, being your biggest supporter at anything you do.

"i love you a lot, and maybe you've heard that a million times already. but, my love for you is exponential."

LEE SANG HYEOK - physical touch/words of affirmation

riwoo is a cutie patootie and for him, intimate actions such as hugs, kisses, holding hands, wrapping arms around your arm/waist and words to affirm that he, in fact, is the one for you, is the best thing one can do to make him feel loved. think of it like this, if you remember every little thing he says and acknowledge his interests, likes and dislikes, he'll probably just wife you right there and then. (not that it's that easy though! he's probably the one who takes long before they let someone in their hearts/lives)

and it goes both ways too, he'll remember the most insignificant thing you say and remind you how cute, pretty, sexy, kind, caring, understanding you are.

"you're a good listener, you understand me so well baby.", he'll say, leaving a short kiss on your lips.

"and a good kisser too! i won the lottery!"

he'll be the one to keep you close to him whenever you both go out for a date. it's like, he loves you too much to let you go. he'll put your hand in his pockets if it's cold (still holding hands there, too!). he'll randomly just go ahead and give you recharge hugs when you're preparing for exams or tests at school.

"i hope you feel better because your warm hugs are like batteries for me to continue with school."

HAN DONG MIN - quality time/acts of service

INTJs are a bunch of people who like to focus on more deeper aspects on relationships, such as communicating, understanding and helping each other out during hard and stressful times. taesan would be the type to engage in deep and long thoughts with you, often asking you if there's anything at all bothering you. "can i say something about this baby? or you'd like me to listen?", he'll say, while softly rubbing your back, when you're opening up about your day.

acts of service go both ways for you two. he'd be the type to carry your stuff for you if it's too heavy. or the one who give you a piggy back ride if your shoes hurt your feet. he'll push stray strands of hair out of your face when you're reading something with concentration. and for you, you'll make him food whenever he's late from practice. or save him the work given at school, so that he can catch up without difficulties. you'd make small cards to remember his birthday and plan dates whenever you can to show him that you love him as much as he does.

"love, you didn't have to do this.. you were probably busy with school work too..", he'd say, fiddling with his fingers, feeling bad that you went out of your way to make him food while he practised.

"no! this is my way of saying that i love my hard-working boyfriend a lot and he should learn how to accept my gifts, because this is gonna be a long-term thing from now on-wards!"

"i love you..", he'll reply, sitting down with you to eat together, while you ask him how things went there. maybe you offer back pats and head pats as he talks about it. he'll be thrilled to see little notes you leave at his backpack during practice and will most definitely call you afterwards to return the favor!

hehe! i'll update about the remaining two members later! i hope this post intrigued you lol

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr! <3 come back for more!!!

#boynextdoor #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor x reader #mbti #love languages #jaehyun bnd x reader #boynextdoor jaehyun #riwoo x reader #boynextdoor riwoo #boynextdoor sungho #sungho x reader #taesan boynextdoor #taesan x reader #i hope this was accurate!!

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da-proti-toku-grem · 1 month

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*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁* DOUBLE MOODBOARD DELIVERY 4 MY FAVE SPANISH BBY BOO ✨MACA✨!! :DD

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(Jan/Jure roadtrip as a lil add on 2 the beach date moodboard N Bokris! ice cream date cuz setting all the ships sailing is fun :3) back at the delivery place were still kinda waiting on the stories 4 these two soo I a lil snippets of what happened on both dates will have 2 suffice ☺️.

Jan/Jure: With there not being alot of beaches in Slovenia the two kitties of JO had 2 get there by car which ment one thing ✨BLACK CAT N ORANGE CAT ROADTRIP✨! Tho in this case they took Jure’s campervan 4 a ride,took a ton of polaroids N had a few cuddle sessions when they hit a particularly slow red light that wouldn’t change 2 green even if U threw a rock at it (Janci almost fell asleep at one of the lights b4 Jure realised N had 2 poke his side till he woke so the chronically tired guitarist wouldn’t be caught sleeping behind the wheel 🗿).Once they stopped the camper 4 a break,Jurcek found a lil heart shaped puddle N being the chaotic lil kitten he is decided 2 jump in it N got his whole upper body soaked so Jan had 2 bundle him up in a couple towels from the large beach bag they stored in the back of the van.(N definitely didn’t let his eyes wander all over his sopping wet boyfriends body while he was drying off ☺️)after what must of been forever the two arrived at the destination N took everything needed from inside the camper N ran down the boardwalk 2 the beach,hands interlinked N a another round the blonde drummers waist..

Bokris: After all being in Paris THE city of love,it’s only natural our cunty princess Krisko wanted 2 take his man on a date with all the trimmings,ice cream,music stores N 2 top it all off a stroll around one of the streets with a HUGE flower display that covered the pavements with millions of different flower petals scattered around the place! The guitarist N singer couple went 2 a ton of ice cream shops from sorbet 2 ones themed after animals N even one with gigantic portions,toppings layered one after another N a huge chocolate bunny in the middle.(Ofc Bojan was basically high on sugar N acted like a highly excitable puppy the rest of their date but he was happy N not stressing about shows even more than Kris does so that was the only thing which rlly mattered 2 the tall half-Dutch rn 😚),as soon as he spotted a rack of various pink coloured guitars he was just as smiley N excited as his Bojci,rambling on N inspecting each one (if U looked close enough U could see his pupils growing wider N stars shining in them the way Bojan always loved 🥰🥰).Soon enough they had made it 2 street were the flower display was,gazing at every one in awe of all the colours that decorated each bouquet N tugging at Kris’s arm like a child when he saw a bunch of rose petals forming a heart as the wind made each one dance into whatever shape it wanted.Finding a patch of buttercups Bojan placed it in his princess’s hair,making the younger roll his eyes at the cheesy gesture tho the faint smile that tugged at his lips betrayed those feelings as he felt his boyfriends hands slip around his neck into a lingering kiss (even standing on his tippy toes wasn’t enough 4 Bojci 2 reach his love so in the end Kris had 2 bend down like every other time ☺️)not like he’d want it any other way tho,not 4 the world..

okay hold on right there just a sec *screams into the void*

THESE ARE BEAUTIFUL HZBSBDKSNSOSQNDIWNSOSS

And the little stories 🥹🥹🥹🥹🩷

#just... that's me right now fr #pretty pretty pretty pretty #thank you for sharing these with me really 😭💗#joker out #jan peteh #jure maček #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #jan/jure #bokris #moodboard #ask #maca speaks

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rottindecay · 14 days

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hi～sorry to disturb you！I'm new to this fandom and in the hope of talking with someone else.🥺🥺🥺 i notice that you write requests for Eric Draven👉👈...could you please write something like a crossover head canon👉👈like David from lost boys being bestie with Eric （as i just read somewhere yesterday that Kiefer Sutherland was close to Brandon Lee and even the one who introduced Eliza Hutton to Lee. 👉👈）Or maybe just write a vampire Eric Draven AU please🥺🥺🥺🌹.

OH MY GOD ANNON. THATS SUCH AN AMAZING IDEA! Thanks for the request!

I haven’t seen THE LOST BOYS movie in like a million years and sadly, I don’t write for them. that might change though!

So this post is gunna be about Vampire!Eric Draven x Reader !

𝑹⛧𝑻' s Note (1): also soo sorry I made this super late, lots of stuff is happening in my life such as school and other things so I hope you don’t mind too much! I've also been grounded for some time now so if this layout looks a bit weird, I'm writing this on computer.

𝑹⛧𝑻' s Note (2): also im so sorry if this is ass i dont know much about vampires.. lol

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who writes poetry about you and for you. whether it’s about how much he loves you, or how beautiful you look under the moonlight. anything that comes to mind when he thinks about you, he is writing down on paper and giving it to you once he’s done or he's putting them in a pile full of other his poetry he has written for you but didn't gift.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who feels bad when you give yourself up to him for when he is in need of blood. He hates hurting you in any way and will always feels guilty when he does do it, even after you say how it’s completely okay and you’re fine with it.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who when is done feeding on you, would patch any wounds up he might have left on you. he would hug and cuddle you and tell you how amazing and lovely you are as he kisses your patched up scars.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who would give you nicknames such as love, dove, my rose, angel…

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who is overly clingy towards you, but it’s not like you mind at all.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who stalks you at night when you’re at walking around or doing anything outside of your guy's shared apartment. He doesn't tell he does this; he just wants to make sure nobody is going to hurt you.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who watches you sleep at night since he isn't tired from sleeping all day. He admires your beauty from the one lit candle he has in the room and is astonished by how or why you chose him out of any other good-looking guys.

𖤐 . . Speaking of sleep.. Vampire!Eric Draven who will see you randomly taking a nap on the couch or bed and would just sit there and just stare admire you. He could do this for hours and hours on end and wouldn't get even the slightest bit of boredom.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who is like an actual crow. He would randomly give you things that reminded himself of you like roses, or just any cute looking trinkets he finds laying on the ground when he's out patrolling the night.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who when gifting you roses, would cut the thorns off of it first before handing it to you because he's scared that if you prick yourself on one of those thorns and smell the blood running down from your wound, he doesn't know if he could handle himself with the smell of your sweet... delicious... tasty... blood...

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven when you do accidently get pricked by something, would walk up to you and try to contain himself. He would ask if you're alright, but you can see the hunger in his eyes when he looks down at your freshly cut wound. After noticing this, you would ask him if he wants some of your blood but he's hesitant (as always) but gives in once he knows your 100% fine with it.

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rodrickcult · 3 years

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headcanons for being rodrick’s best friend:

warnings: mentions of drinking and sex + kinda strong language ?

english is not my first language so forgive eventual mistakes! hehe

- you both wouldn’t hesitate to get in a fight if you hear someone insulting the other. you once got detention after punching some dude because he said rodrick will never go anywhere in life and rodrick waited in his van outside school then picked you up and almost cried at the sight of your black eye, but then he grabbed your chin and after analyzing your face he came to the conclusion that you looked cool as hell like that

- taking you to buy ice cream and paying because “she got a black eye for me, so it’s on me this time” and the cashier giggles

- everytime someone mentions that they find rodrick cute you start telling them how kind, sweet and funny he is despite the fake persona he puts on around girls and when they question if you like him given how well you speak of him you just reply:”what? no! i’m advertising him”

- rodrick on the other hand just laughs at their faces and says “she’s way too good for you” or “if you ever make her cry consider yourself dead” but if you actually start dating the person he will act ridiculously friendly like “heyyyy *name*, you are such a perfect match, that’s what i’ve been saying you know. i’m so happy!”

- you borrow each other’s clothes so often that sometimes you look down at your dirty black converse and can’t remember if originally they were yours or his

- you tattoo small silly things onto each other and you definitely have the löded diper logo somewhere on yourself

- you love to sing along to songs together. you either do it in his room, pretending you’re playing at a concert and end up listening to some guilty pleasure songs that you wouldn’t dare to jam to if someone else was there to see or in heffley’s kitchen: rodrick sitting on the counter mimicking the drums and you jumping around mimicking the guitar, susan sometimes changes the song without asking so you suddenly start hearing ABBA and rodrick gets soo annoyed lol

- you also do that to cheer yourselves up, if one is sad about someone/something the other will put up a mini concert and act silly until they manage to bring out a laugh (you use his drumstick as a microphone)

- amazing AMAZING chemistry. like he’ll say something like “remember the turtles thing” and you’ll instantly understand what he’s talking about. also same childish sense of humor.

- he truly thinks you’re the coolest person ever, whenever you do something that he finds rad like burp really loud or talk about that time you broke into one of your friends’ ex house because she wanted to take some of her stuff back and he didn’t let her he looks at you in awe and gets flustered because “my best friend is so freaking cool woo-hoo!!!!”

- you love staying at this house because it’s filled with love and chaos in a positive way, whenever you have to go home you’re sad and to survive the fights or the cold silence you cling to the fact that you’ll be at his house again soon. rodrick knows that and always wants you to stay a little longer, so his house ends up being a second home for you

- sitting in the back of his van talking about literally everything

- if you can’t find a significant other you go to prom together as friends and just take the most stupid pics that you’ll look back to and smile. and halfway through the party you’re already bored and just go outside and listen to your punk music

- you get ABSOLUTELY mad at bill at the talent show, you yell in his face that löded diper is nothing without rodrick and you proceed to rip off the paper with the band name that they attached to the drums

- rodrick feels a bit better when he hears your words and you two sit in silence for a while with his head on your shoulder

- then greg convinces their mom to let rodrick play, rodrick hugs you and you two jump up and down in excitement, you thank greg a million times

- you obviously record the exhibition just like you always do. you were there since their first small concert

- you always add your little comments that make rodrick feel so special when he rewatches the videos, like you truly care and are really a fan of their music

- *zooming on rodrick twirling the drumsticks around his fingers in the backstage, waiting for löded diper to be called on stage* “here we can see a drummer in his natural habitat... i’m glad i’m far away because i know by experience that he kinda stinks... anyway you will notice that he’s a bit nervous... and for what? hate to admit it but he’s great at what he does”

- “i hate her” he says to himself while watching the tape, while not being able to stop smiling because he’s so lucky to have you as a friend

- taking care of each other when you’re drunk !!

- he forgets how to do stuff so you have to drag him to his bed and take off his shoes and jacket

- instead you start questioning life and he has to reassure you that you’ll be okay. oh and you absolutely can’t stand. literally zero balance. so it’s so funny when both of you are drunk because who’s gonna be the stable one while walking home?!

- “god i can’t stand you two” – the friend that has to take your annoying asses home

- meeting him at the public swimming pool and dipping because that place is almost as bad a school

- greg asks you what do you see in him since you’re his friend and also a girl, you say you can’t reveal too much because that would be working with the enemy but you assure him that rodrick can be a kind, funny guy and growing up he’ll notice

- greg still thinks you’re a freak for willingly spending time with his brother

- rodrick’s girlfriend finding your clothes in his room and the both of you having to explain it’s just an habit and there’s nothing malicious about it

- rodrick forgetting about you for a week because he’s so obsessed with impressing heather, he comes back saying sorry a million times and saying that he realized it’s not as fun when you’re not around

- rodrick’s mom shipped you guys for a while and even his dad admitted that you were a good match (which he didn’t mean as a positive thing shxjdhd), but after realizing you two are just friends susan felt sad because that meant she had to witness rodrick acting like a douche to impress girls for a bit more

- one of you definitely walked in while the other was having sex with someone lmaoososos

- you couldn’t stop laughing about it when you met afterwards

- “nice c*ck/t*ts (your choice) by the way”

- “SHUT UP but also, thank you”

- you can’t say no to the other’s ideas no matter how stupid they are. rip

- being grateful for the other because “i truly couldn’t have survived school without you”

- eating A LOT of junk food

- going to the cinema to watch horror movies, sometimes he can’t sleep afterwards so you have to hold him and it’s so funny to you

- arguing every once in a while and when his voice rises of a few octaves you can’t help but laugh

- “yo, STOP LAUGHING.”

- “ok squeaky toy”

- “we’re done”

- “noOOOO”

- when it’s more serious one of you always ends up looking for the other and both say sorry

- “i can’t really stay mad at you. i just don’t see the point”

- you’re gonna give speeches at each other’s weddings if you decide to marry and it’s going to be SO chaotic :’)

- WAIT ALSO matching tattoos !!!!

- basically he’d do anything for you and you’d do anything for him and it’s a bond for life babeyyyyyy

(shorter but still cool part 2)

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley headcanons #diary of a wimpy kid #not my rodrick #rodrick cult #mine #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x female reader #rodrick x female reader #rodrick friendship fic #doawk

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bugsyfics · 3 years

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Two Can Be Better Than One

Fuegoleon Vermillion x Reader x Nozel Silva

Fandom: BC

Summary: Y/N misses her boyfriend Fuegoleon and is aroused by the thought of him. When he arrives she’s shocked that he brought a guest by unexpectedly. The guest isn’t leaving and Fuego doesn’t mind sharing.

Warnings: Smut/notsfw, masturbation, thigh riding, partner sharing, face sitting, slight hair pulling

Word Count: 1.9k

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You sat next to the fireplace listening to the crackling logs, wondering what Fuego could be up to. You assumed he was probably in his office filling out reports as usual. You wanted nothing more than to see him and your longing for him grew stronger.

You got up and sighed and made your way to your bed thinking of ways to take your mind off of missing him.

After you rid your clothes an idea slipped your mind. You swirled your fingers in your mouth, wetting them and teased your hard nipples. You buried your head into Fuego’s pillow, taking in his spiced scent and rutted yourself into the bed, causing you to whine.

“Mmff—” you groaned as you imagined Fuegoleon’s hands instead of yours touching all over your naked body.

You were a whining mess, lost in the pleasure you were giving yourself. In fact, you were so lost in the moment you didn’t hear faint talking outside your room —or even the bedroom door opening.

“Y/N!” Fuegoleon exclaimed, as he was surprised by the lewdness you were outwardly displaying.

You turned your head quickly but then smirked at your boyfriend, “Fuego, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stop thinking about your hands on m— OH MY GOD!”

Right behind Fuegoleon stood the captain of the Silver Eagles, Nozel Silva. Embarrassment was still too far from the word you needed to describe how you felt at that moment. Blush crept up your cheeks and you quickly scrambled to cover yourself.

“I-I’m so sorry. I wasn’t aware you were having a guest over,” your face was burning at this point.

Nozel must’ve heard you moaning and saw you literally grinding yourself into you and Fuego’s shared bed. His face said it all, his eyes were wide, cheeks were flushed and all he could do was stare. On the other hand, your boyfriend squinted his eyes and licked his lips clearly enjoying what he saw. But, this obviously was not the right time for that.

“U-um,” Nozel cleared his throat, ”I could always come back tomorrow when you two aren’t busy.”

“No… stay right there…” Fuego spoke as he walked to you and suddenly tore the covers off of your bare body.

“Wha-! What are you doing?!” you squealed.

Fuegoleon diverted his eyes from yours and pointed, “Nozel, sit down.”

Nozel looked to the door but then quickly did what he was told and sat down in the chair beside the fireplace.

“Tell me... what should I do with Y/N, Nozel?” Fuegoleon spoke never looking away from you.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe I should lea—”

“You're trying to make me believe you never once thought impurely of Y/N, especially after seeing what she just did,” Fuego chuckled, “What naughty things have you thought of doing to her, Nozel?”

“Tearing off her clothes and relentlessly pounding into her dripping pussy? Pulling her hair back and making her scream your name? Hm?” Fuego hummed and cocked his eyebrow.

“S-sometimes I stare at her and wonder how she would look underneath her tight clothes…” Nozel spoke low, his gaze burning through you.

“Ah, see it wasn’t that difficult,” Fuego smirked and brushed your hair away from your face.

It was humiliating, not only for your boyfriend to uncover you but also ask his friend vulgar questions about you. You looked away from him, upset that he would do something so inappropriate.

“Do you think about those scenarios often… involving my girlfriend?” Fuego questioned Nozel.

“Yes... quite often,” Nozel responded but fully diverted his attention to you.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll let you have her however you want,” Fuego chuckled, “but first she needs to be punished properly.”

You opened your mouth to protest but Fuegoleon pressed his hand against your mouth. He leaned down and his breath fanned your ear.

“I know you want this, Y/N. I bet your dripping, thinking about me giving permission to Nozel to do whatever he wants with this pretty body of yours. I will let him take you however he wants —I’ll make sure he pulls out of course. Do me a favor and be a good girl for me and things will go smoothly.”

He sat down on the bed and patted his thigh, “sit.”

You sat down feeling the fabric of his pants brush against your tingling pussy and you shivered. He grabbed your hips, rocking you back and forth across his thigh.

“Move. Keep going.”

The friction of Fuego’s pants on your sensitive clit started to make you shudder. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up to kiss him. He roughly pushed you back down and dragged you against himself at a faster pace.

“You put on a show for everyone but now you want to quit? No, it doesn’t work like that… Let go. On my thigh just like that, keep going.”

“Mmffuckk. P-pleasee,” you cried out.

Fuego made you ride past your limit, basically moving you roughly on his thigh until you saw stars. Your pussy lips were swollen and throbbing from the constant friction and every touch made you moan.

“Did you learn your lesson, Y/N?”

“Yes, Fuegoleon,” you croaked into his chest.

He brushed back the hair that clung to your face and kissed your forehead. Your lust filled eyes found Nozel’s and your heart started pounding in your chest again. Nozel stood from the chair and stopped behind you.

“You taught her well, Fuegoleon. Do you think she can handle me?” Nozel questioned.

“She can handle whatever I make her handle. Though, you sound cocky for someone who hasn’t even touched her yet,” Fuegoleon commented.

Suddenly Nozel grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked your head back enough for him to make eye contact and you whimpered.

“She’s whining already. It doesn’t seem like she can take much but I'm still willing to try,” he looked down at you observing your expression.

Your head was spinning and a part of you was still trying to figure how all of these events occurred in such little time. Not in a million years did you think you would find yourself between your boyfriend and his hot… friend? Rival? At this point it didn’t even matter you were just immensely turned on from the force being used on you.

“I can do whatever I want?” Nozel asked Fuegoleon.

“As long as you don’t hurt her or release in her… do as you please,” Fuego shrugged.

Your boyfriend gave your nipples a couple of playful tugs and lifted you off of his leg. He pulled you into him and kissed up your neck sucking lightly.

“Do what Nozel tells you,” he instructed and pulled away.

You turned to Nozel and he stared at you for a few moments before saying, “Y/N, show me how wet you are.”

You were unsure what he wanted you to do so you rubbed two fingers through your slick folds and showed him your wetness. He grabbed your hand roughly and sucked on your wet digits, licking off every last drop of your arousal.

He snaked his hand around your throat, “You taste wonderful, Y/N. Sit on my face so I can make you come and clean it up with my tongue.”

You looked over at Fuegoleon who stood against the wall and he nodded. Nozel removed his sandals and laid back against the headboard. You hesitantly climbed over him, uncertain about this new experience.

“Whenever I make you feel good, moan for me.”

His tongue circled your clit, sucking and nibbling around the sensitive skin and worked his way to your entrance. He poked his tongue inside you, swirling it around and collecting your arousal.

“Aaah, mmm,” you moaned and pulled on his hair.

You watched as your wetness coated Nozel’s face and you began to slightly bounce on his tongue as he entered your slick walls repeatedly.

“Mmmff… I’m coming!”

He took one last slurp and tapped your leg for you to get up. He pulled his hard member out of his pants and rubbed himself lightly, “lie down.”

You laid on the duvet staring up at Nozel. His face remained stern but his pupils were blown. Only lust filled his eyes.

He pressed at your entrance and you thought he would let you adjust but instead he pounded into you. You moaned incoherently letting out strangled whines and whimpers. Your eyes found Fuego’s and you looked down to find him stroking his cock to the rhythm of your hips bucking. It was all too much. Nozel cursing into your neck and thrusting roughly and Fuego getting off to you getting fucked took you over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back as ecstasy crashed into you like a ton of bricks. Your mouth hung open and you couldn't even make a sound from the intense pleasure. You arched your back unable to roll your hips anymore and collapsed onto the bed. In unison you heard Fuegoleon and Nozel groan and you slowly came down from your high.

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A/N: Halfway through writing this I realized that 1. I’m dick deprived 2. This is soo hot and I need these two men to take me... Ahem! I hope you found it as exciting as I did. Remember requests are open!

— bugs

#not sfw #black clover imagine #black clover smut #fuegoleon x reader #nozel x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover x reader #fuegoleon vermillion #nozel silva #black clover fuegoleon #imagines #black clover nozel #black clover fanfiction

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sxfik · 3 years

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han seo headcanons (part 4)

writing this is cathartic tbh. of course, i always write on the days i have an exam to prep for (aka my lit exam tmrw thats technically today)!! we make good life decisions here at clown nation <3

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the first time they competed, vincenzo was away on his buisness trip to italy. he had some loose ends to tie up after his little contract and getting paulo off the helm of the mafia.

which meant that jipuragi was particularly empty without the italian-korean's presence. no one to give han seo a pat on his back. no one to look over cha-young's shoulder.

they all felt it hard, as if the firm had a huge hole where vincenzo is supposed to be

han seo felt himself looking at his desk every single time he passed by it. the first day was more jarring than the rest, he had gotten used to vincenzo's presence in his life.

it was a particularly late friday night at jipuragi. han seo lugged into the firm a gigantic stack of contracts and internal documents about babel so the laywers and him can go through each one. cha-young had to carry both her and vincenzo's load for that week with vincenzo in italy.

they were stressed and tired and had a million paper cuts from sorting through each pile of documents. all three of them were working quietly, the silence comfortable, save for the sounds of russling paper and pens scratching across notepads

"alright, i'm off for the night. i have a airplane competition tomorrow morning and i need jason to fly far for me so i can finally win that 500 dollar prize. goodnight byeonosanim, mr. jang" the paralegal said as he put on his satchel and took out his cycle. he waved his goodbyes as the he left, leaving han seo and cha-young in the office by themselves.

they had only known each other for two weeks, really. han seo always met his hyung vincenzo over drinks or over at his house. he only ever saw the pretty lawyer from a distance, usually when taking note of how his hyung vincenzo dotes over her just so he can tease him about her

and use her to distract his hyung

it always works

cha-young didn't know much about the young ceo, despite meeting him a couple times from her time at wusang. part of her never wanted to trust him, even though he had proven himself and his loyalty to vincenzo, because in the world she lived in, everyone could betray the other at any time

but his presence in the office was comforting to her. he had come in, dressed like an 80s disco star and all asking if he could join the team, and somehow, he stuck with her.

something in her wanted to trust him. he seemed unassuming and loyal to the core, especially to vincenzo. the way he always walked into the firm grinning, visiting the plaza residents. he had an energy about him that reminded him of a younger sibling she's always wanted

but she was burned once with prosecutor jung and she's learned her lesson so it was time for the ultimate test

"are you hungry?" she asked, shuffling through her papers one last time before standing up, and putting the stacks back into their file system

han seo was startled for a second, his head buried deep with in the papers, the words almost swimming together with the amount of times he had to look through these contracts

for a second, he thought she was speaking to vincenzo, not himself before he remembered that vincenzo wasn't here this week

"Oh yes, byeonosanim. Would you like to order something or..?" he'd replied as he stood up from his seat, giving his legs a strech. he had forgotten just how tired he was until she asked him, his body feeling the effects of running the company and being at jipuragi

"Yeah, we can. I have the perfect restaurant to get some food from! they're always open late too so it's really convenient" she quipped back, her back facing him as she started putting all the contracts back into place and started pulling out new ones to look over

he followed suit, clearing up the table he was working on and moving to the paralegal’s desk.

even though his work was often hard for him to understand, the legal and formal language needing multiple reads, he felt refreshed each time he came to the plaza

he'd established a daily routine here, going to check on the hee-soo at the snack bar, visiting the pawnshop

he's quite good with his hands. he'd always known he had a knack for taking things apart and fixing them, which especially helped at the pawnshop when college students and older families would come by with broken tablets and gadgets.

even though he was rich, barely anything was spent on him when his dad was alive. every single new outfit or toy always went to han-seok, where as he was stuck with the ragged hand me downs, and old toys.

so when he had gotten his first phone, and broken the keypad, (because han seok threw it across the room when he got angry that he had the same model as his illegitimate brother) he understood it was up to him to figure it out.

he was always good at taking things apart, from all his toy cars to majority of the gadgets and clocks he had in his house.

(there was a day, when he was younger, that he took apart han seok's toy car. the next school day he walked around with gloves, trying to forget about how his cuts hurt as he curled his fingers around a pencil)

taking things apart and then putting them back together the same way was somehow natural to him. but of course, none of that mattered since he couldn't score well enough on his exams to get past the courses he needed to into engineering. plus, he could imagine the sneer on his father's face if he told him what path he was considering...

for most of his life, he'd felt useless compared to his brother. he was never the quick-witted boy at school, failing his english courses and having to go to cram schools and tutoring sessions just to pass by.

he hated going to school everyday, having the teachers shame him for not being as smart as his brother, not being as charismatic or as smooth talking

the exam days were always the worst. looking at the exam sheet, his palms sweaty and his throat tight as he looked at the questions

the doubt was overwhelming. the pressure made him sweat and freeze up even though he knew the problems.

the kids at his schools always seemed to prefer han seok, for some weird reason, when to him he's always been the menace in his life.

han seok was the one to head the company. the one he can't measure up to in front of his father. the one to push the family forward. every bit of praise, every second of attention, it all went to han seok.

han seo was the mistake. the one who always fucked it up. the one who seemed to mess up his brother's plans.

his brother seemed to take it upon himself to remind him that he wasn't meant to be alive. and their father, believing it to be good for han seo, would force him to be tutored by han seok every day.

his brother had a field day with it, finding the most creative ways to abuse and torture him

of course, he's not allowed to say a word about it.

at first, working at jipuragi was anxiety inducing, sweat drenching his shirt each time he brought a document he thought useful to vincenzo, his throat closing up imagining the consequences of fucking up

he knew deep down, that vincenzo wasn't like his brother, he will not hurt him, he will not kill him

but the anxiety and panic are second nature to him

his eyes were glued to his shoes after he handed it over to vincenzo.

vincenzo paused, looking over the document with scrutiny. and his body was automatically bracing for a slap, a punch. at the very least a snide remark or a sneer.

instead he looked up at han seo, nodding, and told him "this is very useful. thank you."

thank you.

thank you. he blinked.

the words echoed in his head as he replayed them back over and over. thank you. in all his years working, no one had said thank you. no words of appreciation were ever dealt for doing his job. for doing something right.

unable to think of a reply, he walked back to his desk and sat down, the shock overwhelming him before he got his mind working again

although it took him double the time to go through the contracts than it did vincenzo or cha-young, he was never berated. there was never a comment about how slow he was, how he wasn't cut out for this, only appriciative glances and words when he did well

and when he didn't, they corrected him, gently. never maliciously, never taunting, always gentle.

and for the first time, he could breathe

the time passed by quickly as they both continued working in silence, han seo finishing up half a stack before the doorbell rang.

"i'll get it! ceo jang, can you set the table up?" cha-young looked toward as she went to grab the food from the delivery man

"yes, byeonosanim" he replied as he went to grab some disposable plates and wooden chopsticks from the cabinet

he set everything out just in time for the lawyer to set the food down. he squinted at the bowls she pulled out, the bright red liquid a stark contrast to the white containers.

"uh, byeonosanim, what is that?"

"hm? oh it's fire noodles. you don't mind spice do you, han seo?" she quirked her eyebrow at him, her voice sickly sweet

and he grinned at her and that was enough of an answer: it was showdown time.

so there he was, sitting across from cha-young, the container of red chili oil central to both of them. both of their suit coats were off, lest they start literally heating up.

oh, and if either of them reach for their water: they're out.

for about 10 seconds, they stared at each other, trying to psych each other out, before his phone timer counted down.

....3, 2, 1 and they were off!

both of them grabbed their chopsticks and spoons and ate two large bites and drank the broth before angling for one spoon full of chili oil into their noodles.

and on they went in this cycle, eating a bite and drinking broth, and pouring chili oil in after each cycle.

3 pours in, and they were still doing good, neither of them showing any signs of redness

6 pours in and his tongue was swollen, her eyes watery, their broth bright red

7 pours in and .... was it just him or was the room getting hotter?

8 and you could see the sweat dripping the lawyer's forehead, the sniffles of the lawyer getting louder and louder. meanwhile he was panting, trying to increase the circulation into his mouth

9 and their arms meet across the table, inches from the chili oil. their eyes lock, their faces bright red and the pain of his tongue unbearable

his eyes are squinted (from his eyes burning or from concentration, we'll never know) and the lawyer is making faces, trying to get him to give in

"it'll" *huff* "be easier" *huff* "if you give in now" *huff*

he laughed back, in response. "and let you win? no way. I'M getting that paper crown"

their eyes both glance at the flimsy, blue paper crown set upon it's carrier, a stack of contracts

she scoffed back (and almost choked) "absolutely not"

they stare each other down as they pour more in and go for another round

they swallow and in that second, cha-young made a fatal mistake

she breathed in the fumes. and coughed. and grabbed the water before she could think about it.

"AHAHA I WIN!!" he yelled out, the chair flying back as he jumped up, the layer of sweat easing up when he grabbed the bottle of water and chugged the whole thing down

the lawyer on the other hand, was slumped in the seat, taking the opportunity to also chug the water.

for around 10 seconds all they did was pant, getting their bodies back into a normal pace before cha-young spoke up

"fine i guess you win, have a great night!" she jabbered out quickly but he knew what she was trying to do

"nuh uh, nope, you're not getting out of this. we agreed! loser has to crown the winner." he grinned at her, his eyes completely closed as his happiness shone through

sighing, the lawyer grabbed the crown from it's holy pedastal and stomped over.

"tun ta da da !!! all hail king han seo, destroyer of spice, the unyielding one" she sang out, her voice deeper as traces of laughter tinted her voice

she placed the crown upon his name and bowed, "may he reign forever" and looked up and shot him a wink "at least, until i win next time"

he struck a superman pose, and puffed his chest out, before both of them crumbled into laughter, cha-young dramatic one ringing above his cackling

"we should do this again please, noona!" he wheezed out, his stomach hurting from laughter.

but it was only his ringing out, as hers cut out sharply.

"noona?"

he paused as his head whipped around to the lawyer, her head tilted as she looked at him

did i say that? i swear i called her byeonosanim... and he replayed the moment.

fuck.

"ah, i'm so sorry hong cha young byeonosanim, i overstepped, i apologize," he bowed in apology to her.

"do you call vincenzo byeonosanim hyung?"

"huh?" he looked up at her in confusion, "uh, yeah i do call him hyung. why?"

"you can call me noona then." she quipped back and for a second, he stared at her. wait what?

she clapped his back, and he choked on his spit, the clap knocking the air out of him "relax. you passed the test han-seo. i've always wanted a younger brother, you know? you can call me noona. as long as you remember your manners, that is," shooting him a wink

he glanced at her, before breaking out into the biggest grin, his gums peaking out.

"okay... cha-young noona!" he giggled, as they took their seats.

she grinned back, settling in.

"ah, you know noona, he said the same thing as you"

"huh?" she squinted back

"vin hyung! he said the same 'you better mind your manners'" han seo laughed as he mocked the korean-italian mafia's voice

"you know, that impression is spot on!" she laughed as he continued the voice, adding in the classic hand gestures, until both of them broke into laughter.

for some reason, both of them were instantly comfortable with one another.

for han seo, laughing with cha-young, trading insults and teasing felt warm, it felt like he'd found a best friend (a best friend who once upon a time he almost maimed by sending thugs after her, but she swore to him that all is forgiven) they had similar humor, similar tastes, similar personalities

for cha-young, he felt like a partner in crime. not like the way vincenzo her partner in life in crime, but in the way that they were both pranksters, both with similar personalities and bright humor

it felt like finding a sibling, a person to commit crimes with, a person to clown together with

"you know, noona, is vin hyung..." he paused mid-sentence, contemplating if he could ask this.

"go on, han seo" cha-young encouraged him, one hand bringing the bottle of water to her mouth

"is he your boyfriend?" he rushed out the words and—

he was sprayed in the face.

cha-young was sputtering as the water dripped off his face, and his eyes shut as he wiped off the excess

"yah, why would you even ask that?" she scoffed out refusing to meet his eyes, but he could see the red tint creeping up on her neck and her cheeks

he shot her a look.

"yeah, yeah okay. he and i are... partners"

"oh." he quipped back, a sinister smile slowly spreading across his face

"no, no, no" she shook her at him, "i do not have a crush on him"

he raised an eyebrow back "who said anything about a crush hm, noona?"

she froze and he knew he'd have next weeks entertainment sorted

"you know maybe i'll take back that younger brother thing if this is how it's like" she taunted, but he didn't feel any hurt. instead her teasing just made his heart soar, her teasing somehow a comfort

"oh, we're just getting started!" he quipped back, as they cleaned up for the night, continuing their conversation as they restored the firm back to order.

"i've noticed you going to the pawnshop a lot recently" she noted, as she grabbed a stack of contracts to put back into the filing cabinet

"ahh, yeah i've been helping them out. they're having a baby you know and it must be hard on both of them to run the shop" he responded as he stacked another set of contracts together, clearing Mr. Nam's desk

"you should do it."

"what?"

"study electronics. or at least continue working for the pawnshop."

he stared at her.

how did she know? for someone so bright and busy he didn't expect her to be so observant to him.

"oh please, like it's hard to notice. i've seen the way you always seem to be happier as you pass by the pawnshop. when i popped in during lunch, i saw you, hunched over the tablet. it's the happiest i've seen you look."

"oh." he grew quiet "it's a little too late, don't you think noona? for me to even consider that? i'd be a little foolish to follow that"

she sighed and turned to him, grabbing the stack from his arms. "let me tell you a story han seo. i'm 34 years old and a lawyer and don't get me wrong, i love doing this. but when i was little my dream was always to sing. but for years, i pushed it back, thinking i could never do it."

she stuffed the papers to the back corner, somehow managing to stuff it in and turned back to him.

"so, noona? did you do it?"

"patience. a couple weeks after my final exam for law school, i said why the hell not. and now i've been taking lessons one and off for years!"

"you should give a demo!! sing for us"

"oh, please i couldn't possibly do it" she tucked her hair back, looking bashful.

"ple-" he barely got the words out.

"oh of course, if you insist!" she grabbed the empty water bottle and climbed on her stool, the makeshift stage for the night

"noona! noona!!" han seo cheered her on as she stood up. she cleared her throat, moving her head to the side and warming up

and she opened her mouth.

and sang.

if you could call that singing.

what came out was more of a series of tone-deaf screeches, making him wince but mask his face with a smile, trying to solider through the pain.

he clapped as SOON as she finished the last note, his ears grateful for the break. she took a flourished bow as she jumped off the stool

"how was it?"

"noona, that was amazing!" he lied, trying his best to stop the ringing in his ears.

she smacked him with her water bottle "yah! you liar! i'm god awful" she made one of her classic faces.

"you know??? and you made me endure that???" he touched his ears. he expected to see blood but luckily the damage wasn't too bad

"YAH!" she smacked him again. "you brat, the point isn't that i'm good or not."

"then what is?" his eyebrows furrowed as he looked in confusion.

if you're not good at it then what really is the point? why should i keep trying?

"the point is that i'm happy. it doesn't matter how good you are at something for you to consider it an interest, as long as it makes you happy."

he paused. no one had ever said that before. to do what makes him happy. not what made his father or his brother happy. everyone's advice all his life was to stick to what you're good at and that there isn't a point in trying if you aren't good from the beginning.

"look i'm terrible at singing. but i know that if i had never pursued it, i would have grown old and regretted it. so what if i am bad! at least i got to do it while i'm alive! give electronics a shot, han seo."

han seo bit his lip slightly. and he nodded.

he was going to give it a shot.

"good! now lets get this cleaned up and go home!" she sashayed off to her desk, grabbing the last of her stuff before they left the firm.

the next week, when vincenzo was back from italy, he had expected to find the firm just like he left it. what he didn't expect was his girlfriend wife partner and brother han seo, one sprawled on the couch and the other on the floor, piles of blankets and what looked like a mic and SEVERAL bottles of sujo scattered across the table.

they were both in matching pajama sets, and snoring very loudly. he shuffled over to his desk where a note that looked like it was written in crayon was left

and it said

"dear vin hyung: noona and i were having a sleepover last night. i made sure she was extra safe and did not do anything overly amitious (like call you in the middle of the night to ask you if you had to leave) if you are seeing the mess that we probably made, please excuse it. i will clean it up as soon as i can. grazie!

p.s. you should ask noona out sometime, i have it in good word that she might be interested ;)

to be continued...

a/n: let this be a fic reminding you that if you are passionate about something, pursue it! our world conditions us to believe that you have to be good at something in order to be able to do it but that's absolute bs. please give your younger and future selves a chance by taking up something you've always wanted to do <3

#mine #vincenzo #vincenzo cassano #chayenzo #hong cha young #song joong ki #tvn vincenzo #jeon yeo been #vincenzo x cha young #han seo supramacy #jang han seo #canon divergence #kwak dong yeon #jang han seok #ok taecyeon

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bloody-hearts-lane · 3 years

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How the Slashers Would: Play Among Us

sorry it has taken me approximately a million years to start writing again! i hope the stuff i have in store might make up for it. but to kick it off, something a little bit goofy. c:

Amanda Young

rating: 9/10, upsettingly good.

she probably mains red or black.

amanda is a menace in this game. shes the kind of player that, no matter how good you or anyone else is, you can NEVER tell if she's the imposter or not.

she's just so good at hiding it! half the time, she absolutely carries her imposter team, and you never even know.

she always kills you last, though, if she has to kill you at all. so thats nice, i guess–

she really enjoys setting up games so every aspect can be exactly the way she wants it. she also prefers playing in one imposter games, because she thinks its more challenging that way.

Billy Loomis

rating: 8/10, so..... suspicious.

for SURE mains black.

he's the kind of player who can pull of the weirdest, most confusing series of kills. probably shockingly good at setting up and executing stack kills. how?? how does he do it so smoothly????

he's usually pretty okay at hiding that he's the imposter.

but he will loudly complain if he doesn't get imposter often enough for his liking. he will also get personally offended if you (or stu, or both) get imposter a lot in one game, and he doesn't.

when you get a round where the imposters are really bad, no matter what the reason could be, he critiques the hell out of them and complains about how they are no fun to play with.

he loves when the two of you are an imposter team. even better, on bigger maps, he loves when you, him, and stu are all imposters. it happens rarely, but its his favorite thing.

you know he's considering killing you when he gets weirdly quiet in the middle of a round. just stay away from the vents, you might be fine.

Stu Macher

rating: 7/10, very fun, very chaotic.

never has a main color. switches it up every round. he also likes to wear the pumpkin on his head, or the fried egg.

stu is a good talker, so a lot of the time, he manages to talk his way out of being voted off. you've even seen him manage to talk his way out of being voted off when someone saw him kill another player in front of them.

he's considerably more chaotic than billy, so his kills aren't as smooth, but he has an unnatural knack for knowing when people are alone and taking them out.

he brings a lot of energy to games.

even when you play with him, you make it your number one goal to never be alone with him in a room, just in case.

he assures you that he would never kill you!! (spoiler alert, he won't, until he cant get anyone else alone and he asks you to come watch him do a visual task, only to kill you and win the game. how rude, stu.)

Bo Sinclair

rating: 3/10, girl..... calm down.

feels like a dark blue main.

have you ever seen someone rage quit among us? you're about to!

has a bad habit of getting aggressive in chat, so people tend to vote him pretty quickly even if he isn't imposter.

he fully exits the game the second his poor little character gets shot into space, and then you get to hear about how stupid everyone is while he watches you play over your shoulder.

to be fair, he was usually correct about who the imposter was, so he is a LITTLE justified about being angry, but. homeboy has some Anger Issues and the rage is very real.

as the imposter, he's usually pretty good at not getting caught.... until someone asks what he's been doing or where he was, and he gets a little too defensive.

you can see it coming from a mile away, and if you don't want to hear about him losing for the next three hours, feel free to tell everyone he's been with you the whole time.

Brahms Heelshire

rating: 5/10, stop hiding!!!

mains dark green or dark blue.

dude. get out of the vents.

everytime he kills someone, he will immediately hide in the vents until someone reports the body and the next round starts.

the only time he breaks this pattern is if someone is standing directly over or in front of the vent, at which point he pops out to kill them and then pops right back in.

i mean it works??? i guess??? but come ON–

he has never killed you when he was the imposter, and he gets mopey if you kill him, so i advise against it.

whenever he isn't imposter, he follows you around for like 90% of the game, just watching you complete all your tasks before he even starts his. and he expects you to stay with him while he does his!

Carrie White

rating: 6/10 so pure. so good.

genuinely dislikes being the imposter. she isn't good at lying to people, so she always gets herself caught, and she usually ends up lowkey freaking out and either self reporting the body or not running away fast enough and getting caught.

mostly, when she's imposter, she will close doors and sabatoge things in the hopes that her partner will do the rest.

she usually mains white, and either has the little flower on her head or the the little sprout. gives off very sweet vibes.

as a crewmate, she is very dutiful in getting her tasks done. she always vouches for people, especially you, and will always volunteer to watch someone do a visual task. (sometimes you go with her just to make sure this doesn't backfire on her...... no murdering carrie on your watch).

she talks to everyone in chat too, both in the lobby, and in deadchat. she makes friends everywhere!

she may not be the best at the game, but she is sO fun to play with. just a good wholesome time.

Jason Vorhees

rating: 2/10....... he tried.

do NOT let him set up the game, he will make the walking speeds so slow.

but, okay, first of all, how did you get him to play??? how did you convince him to agree to this??? are we sure he knows whats going on-

i suppose it doesn't matter, he would probably do anything you asked him to do anyway, and if he thinks you would really have fun playing with him, then heaven forbid he say no!

either way, he is dead. silent. for the whole game. he doesn't even type in chat, except for the very occasional 'yes' or 'no.'

he would probably be the person who just said 'yes' if someone asked if he was the imposter.

he also doesn't have a main color, but mostly because he either doesn't know HOW to change it, or doesn't care enough to do it. if you ask him/do if for him, though, he would like either dark green or brown. (you could even give it the cute little hockey mask!)

The Lost Boys (+Star)

rating: 4/10, children please.

this is a group thing. if you convince one of them to play, then they're ALL playing. hell, you might even manage to convince Star to play.

paul is the single most untrustworthy player you have ever seen. even when he ISNT the imposter, his absolute buckwild energy just makes him seem so suspicious. he sabotages everything, and he probably seeks you out just to kill you first.

marko is probably a yellow main, and he always wears the weirdest shit available. he gives me the vibes of someone who would probably get lost a lot on the bigger maps or be the person who pretends he's lost so he has an alibi

dwayne is the one you have to watch out for. he's so good at faking you out, you never know if he's the imposter until he stabs you in the back. he won't even feel bad about it.

sidenote, dwayne lets laddie co-pilot when he plays. laddie makes the decisions, so if someone dies, it was probably not dwaynes choice. these are the rounds where you probably won't die right away.

star is a very casual player, super noncommittal. she is both good to have on your team, and awful, because she will absolutely turn on you and vote you out to save herself as a last resort. shes the only one who won't immediately seek you out to kill you.

when all of them are crewmates, its a hot mess. no one can communicate with them spamming chat, paul never does his tasks, dwayne camps on cams, and marko ABUSES the emergency call button.

The Man

rating: 8/10, actually really good???

he mains red, with the classic hockey mask.

he gets like.... a little too into planning shit. its just a game, its not that deep, pls sir–

but that makes him a very capable imposter, and hes soo good at keeping up the facade and talking with you like nothing is wrong, and before you know it, he's killed three people in the first round.

its really a toss up on whether or not he'll kill you at all in the game. if he does, he saves you til last.

there are times where he gets a little too heated if someone catches him or his teammate turns on him, and he will be fuming until the game ends and he gets to rant into chat. thats usually when you need to step in–

other than that, he's pretty chill about the whole thing. he likes to experiment with kills, like stack kills and taking advantage of glitches or hiding spots.

hes also a MASTER of sabatoge. he's so good at using those tools.

Vincent Sinclair

rating: 8/10, friendship > everything else.

likes to main white, which is interesting, because he is NOT the typical white main.

as an imposter, he's actually pretty good.

he seems like the kind of person to lead you away from everyone, and vent in front of you to let you know hes an imposter, and then ruthlessly kill everyone except for you.

most of the time he will just follow you around to make sure no one else kills you while you do your tasks.

a lot more talkative in chat than you might think, too.

catch him highkey shit talking people with you

hes also a good teammate to have as a crewmember; he always remembers where everyone was, who he passed, who was in a room with who, etc.

just very cool to play with in general.

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jjkclub · 3 years

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before you go

pairing - hoseok x reader

genre - angst

trigger warnings - major character death

word count - 2k words

(based on the song 'before you go' by lewis capaldi)

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"y-y/n.." you heard hoseok say as you locked eyes with him. your throat tightened and your eyes welled up with tears at the sight before you. you and your boyfriend hoseok have been dating for 2 years now and you were happier than ever. since he and the boys had a comeback approaching, he used to come home late, completely tired and wanting to do nothing more than just sleep.

knowing that he was over working himself unconsciously, you made it a habit to remind him to eat, take breaks and sleep at the right intervals. since your shift ended much earlier today, you had managed to stop by hoseok's favourite restaurant and pick up food for you both as you made your way into the bighit building.

the guards and staff knew about your relationship with hoseok even though it wasn't revealed publicly, which made it easier for you to enter the building without any issues. your first guess had been that he would be in the practice room but when you stumbled upon jimin in the corridor, he smiled at you and informed you that he was alone in his studio.

as you thanked him and made your way over to his studio, you thought you heard some noise coming from inside. you walked closer to the door and found it locked. knowing hoseok's password by heart, you punched in the code and entered the room, your jaw dropping at the sight in front of you.

your boyfriend hoseok was sitting on his chair with another woman on his lap. he had his hands wrapped tightly around her waist as her hands were curled around his neck, both of them kissing each other passionately as you dropped the bag of food you were holding.

hearing the sudden sound from near the door, hoseok quickly turned around, panting after the make out session when he realised who had just entered. he watched your eyes tearing up as he felt nothing but guilt running through him.

"fuck, i can explain i swear!" he said, running his hand through his hair in frustration as he pushed the girl off his lap and made his way towards you. "wait…" you heard the girl say which caught your attention. "this is your girlfriend?!" she shrieked out as you saw her guilty expression. she walked up to you hurriedly after she gave hoseok a disgusted look.

"i'm soo sorry, i didn't know that he had a girlfriend. trust me, if i had known, i wouldn't have even gotten close to him. i'm extremely sorry." she said genuinely as she bowed, tears lining her eyes as she realised what a horrible thing she had done. knowing that she was innocent and that it wasn't her fault, you said, "it's okay. i understand. can you please excuse me for a minute?" "of course." she replied as she scurried out of the room.

once she left, hoseok quickly defended himself, "y/n i promise i didn't mean to cheat on you. it was just one kiss." "JUST ONE KISS?! hoseok i trusted you! i thought you were busy preparing for your comeback, not shoving your tongue in another woman's mouth! you absolutely disgust me!" you yelled out as tears streamed down your face, your head pounding painfully as you looked at the man you once trusted more than anything.

"i'm leaving. i'll have all my things out of your house by tonight. have a nice life." you spat out coldly, each word laced with venom which brought a lump in hoseok's throat. he loved you but he couldn't remember what urged him to kiss that girl. in his state of confusion, he began to think you were over-reacting. as you turned around to leave, he grabbed a hold of your wrist, pulling you closer to him as he shut the door behind you.

"yah, what the fuck do you think you're doing?! don't you dare touch me. let me go!" "y/n stop over-reacting goddamnit! it was just one fucking kiss! just forgive me this one time, i swear it won't happen again!" at his outburst, you felt anger surge through you.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING JUNG HOSEOK?! IT WAS JUST ONE KISS?! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU FOUND ME MAKING OUT WITH ANOTHER GUY?!" you screamed at him, yanking your hand out of his grip as turned around and opened the door "don't you dare come near me. we're over. i never want to see you again."

you rushed out of the room, tears running down your face freely as you reached the exit of the building and ran out. you didn't know where you were going or where you wanted to go but you knew that you didn't want to be anywhere near him. unbeknownst to you, hoseok was running behind you, trying to grab a hold of you and beg for forgiveness. as you kept running, you didn't notice the signal change colour as you ran across the road.

you started to feel dizzy from all the crying and exhaustion but you pushed yourself to go to the other side of the road. deciding to call your bestfriend and tell her that you wanted to stay over, you quickly turned to pull out your phone when you noticed a bright, blinding light shining on your face. you raised your hand up to your face to shield your eyes from the harsh light and before you could process what was happening, you faintly heard a voice calling out to you before everything turned black.

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hoseok paced around the small waiting room, crying as he waited for the doctor to come out and give him he news. the news that you were fine and you'd live. a few minutes prior, hoseok saw you get hit by a car, your once warm and bubbly self now lying cold and lifeless surrounded by a pool of your own blood in the middle of the road. at the sight, hoseok felt his soul getting sucked out of his body as he started screaming and crying for help, desperately carrying you in his arms to try and save you.

he managed to get to a hospital quickly but little did he know, he was too late. as you were quickly placed on a stretcher and rushed inside, hoseok was asked to wait while the doctors tried to keep you alive. in the span of minutes, the rest of bangtan had arrived at the hospital to keep him company as paparazzi flooded them, trying to figure out why the biggest boy band in the world were in the hospital.

the tension was thick in the cramped waiting room. hoseok was now seated on the floor in a corner, holding his face in his hands as he cried out, repeating the word 'sorry' over and over again. namjoon and yoongi had tears in their eyes as namjoon couldn't stop his hands from shaking violently. you were like a sister to all of them. you had been there to support them since the beginning and the thought of never seeing your cheerful face around the dorms was terrifying.

jimin and jungkook were crying almost as badly as hoseok. they loved you a lot, some might think they loved you more than hoseok did which made it harder for them to process your accident. you were always protective over them, despite you being younger. you always spoiled them and played games with them which made things hurt a million times worse.

jin didn't speak a word at all. he simply couldn't bring himself to. in his eyes, you were the most beautiful, kind hearted and loving person that they had ever encountered. you were always willing to help him with any sort of chores and never said no to anything which he admired about you. he had his eyes shut tightly as he muttered soft prayers over and over again, hoping that you'd be fine.

unlike everyone else's hard state, taehyung was beyond confused at why everyone was crying and waiting at the hospital. when he first heard the news, he couldn't help but laugh. ah, our y/n is back to her silly pranks again, he thought as he entered the car, thinking all of them were going to go for practice or for dinner. when they stopped infront of the hospital, he sensed something bad was happening. now, as he looked around at all the member's crying faces, he couldn't help but burst.

"yah! what the fuck are all of you crying for?! is it because of that prank y/n is pulling? are y'all that dumb, hyungs? she's just started her stupid pranks again! why do we have to come to the hospital for this?..." his words slowly fading as he took note of the hard expressions on all of their faces. "it is a prank… right?" he asked once again, this time, feeling unsure of his words.

"taehyung-ah…" yoongi started as his voice started shaking. "it-it's not a prank… y/n has seriously met with an a-accident." taehyung felt his eyes watering at yoongi's words. "hyung, stop it. it's not funny at all. STOP LYING!" he yelled as he felt a few tears roll down his cheeks. "WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE AT THE HOSPITAL THEN, HUH?! WHY DO YOU THINK HOSEOK'S SHIRT IS COVERED IN BLOOD AND NONE OF US CAN STOP CRYING?!" yoongi shouted at taehyung and started sobbing uncontrollably, falling to the floor as he wrapped his hands around his knees and rocked himself slowly.

taehyung still couldn't believe it. how could his precious y/n have met with an accident? he wondered as he finally started to believe his hyung's words. he started to cry, gripping his hair in his hands as he hoped this was all a dream. he couldn't take it anymore as he stood up, running towards the door of the room you were getting treated in as he started banging on the glass, unable to control his emotions anymore.

after a few minutes, he slowly slid down to the floor, and continued crying into his hands. minutes felt like hours as all of them waited for the doctor to come out and update them about your condition. finally, the door creaked open as everyone's eyes darted towards the door, hoseok rushing to his feet as he stood infront of the doctor. he looked like an absolute mess, his hair was all over the place, his eyes red and swollen from crying and his lower lip bruised badly as he couldn't help but bite them in frustration.

"i'm really sorry to say this but, she's gone." the doctor stated with a crest-fallen expression. the exact words hoseok had been praying not to hear was being told to him, almost mockingly as he burst out in tears again, his heart aching terribly as he pushed the doctor aside and walked into your room. he saw your face and couldn't stop yelling out 'i'm sorry''s as he held your hand tightly. the same one on which he wanted to put a ring and claim you as his forever.

he could barely recognize you. your usually warm hands were stone cold and your skin was pale which made him feel a pang in his chest. despite the deep gash down your neck, he noticed your lips turned upwards in a slight smile as he cupped your cold face in his hand, crying hard as he felt his world crash around him.

he felt guilt running through his veins. would none of this happened if i hadn't cheated on her? would she still be here with me if i had held her closer, just for a moment longer? he wondered as he knelt near your bed, his throat going sore as he kept crying and screaming out to you, hoping you'd wake up and tell him that you were okay, you forgive him and that you both could have your happily ever after now but he knew that it was impossible.

maybe he doesn't deserve to be happy, he thought as he curled his hands into fists, hitting his forehead repeatedly to try and wake him up from this nightmare he was living in cause he couldn't live with the guilt and pain.

you had died for a mistake he had made, and he could never forgive himself for that.

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kzuhadovey · 3 years

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loving and losing someone

character: mafia!beomgyu x female reader

type: angst <3

warnings: suicide, blood, violence

song reccomendation: everything i wanted - billie eilish

soo- this is my first mafia!au and my first beomgyu oneshot. i hope yall enjoy- i poured my heart and soul and i got kind of lazy at the end. i’m rlly sorry for not posting aswell- no inspo so this was just word vomit.

It was a cold day at your apartment. Beomgyu… still wasn’t home. He had said that he had a business meeting to attend- but it’s been over a day. He hasn’t replied to your texts, not even your calls, which he always answered. At first, you suspected him of cheating. He was always popular with the girls, getting looks and numbers. But he wouldn’t do that, right? But soon, after more than 5 hours of no info, you thought he was in danger. You slumped your head against the pillow, glancing at your phone on the coffee table. You were just hoping, he was just gonna call you right there and then. As you were about to call Beomgyu again, you heard a knock on the door. It was 10 PM- what were people doing here? You sit up and look through the peephole.

You paused. They were… Beomgyu’s workmates. One had bright pink hair and one had blonde hair. You recognized them from some pictures, and you smile excitedly. You open the door in a hurry, and they greet you with a soft smile. “H-hey.” You mutter. They barge into the room, surprising you a little. “Where’s Gyu? I know you guys work with him.” You say as one of them sprawl on the sofa and one wanders around for the kitchen. “He’s- busy. He’ll give you a call later, princess.” The blonde one says, lighting a cigarette. “Can you not smoke here?- The landlord’s gonna freak.” You say, chuckling. They were so vulgar- putting their feet on the table, smoking, cursing. “We have somethin’ to tell you, kid.” The pink-haired man walks out of the kitchen carrying 2 bottles of beer and a mug of coffee for you. “Ah- well alright.” You sit down awkwardly. Did he just make coffee for you? He hands you the mug aggressively, making some of it spill. He takes the bottle for himself and his yellow-headed friend.

“My name’s Taehyun, by the way. Kang Taehyun.” The blonde one starts and you shoot a small smile at him. He seemed charming. “That prick over there is Yeonjun. Jun for short.” Yeonjun nods his head towards you and you smile softly. “Why are you here?” You ask, sipping some of your coffee. “Gyu’s in trouble. And looks like you’re in trouble aswell, Missy.” Taehyun says, smiling. Your head feels heavy, you feel sleepy. “Gyu? Me? W-what happened?” Your words slur and Yeonjun only laughs. “Poor missy. Hey, boss is gonna like this.” Yeonjun laughs. “Boss?” You mutter, your eyes slowly closing. “G’night Missy.” Taehyun chuckles. Before you can even process what was happening, your eyes closed and you drifted into a deep sleep.

“Good job, Chip!” You shift awake, hearing a loud voice. It’s dark and… windy. You can barely see the figures in front of you and you instead focus behind them. You can see little sparks of light- buildings. Wait- you’re on a rooftop? You try to look to the right, but your neck strains painfully from the rope tied there. You’re tied to a chair, and you’re completely unable to move. You realize that you’ve been gagged aswell. “Aye, she’s awake! Hey Missy!” Your body is pushed forward by a large hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet ya- My name’s Changbin.” He shouts and you flinch. “Now missy- you might be wondering what ya doin’ here.” You roll your eyes. Obviously- you were tied to a chair and kidnapped. You were very very curious. “Jun! Take the kid out- c’mon.” Changbin screams behind you. You’re so desperate to look behind you, but the rope on your neck was pulling you down. You close your eyes. Please let this be over.

You hear a soft grunt behind you. “Let me out of here! Changbin- I swear to god- you’re dead!” A voice you recognize shouts. Beomgyu. What was he doing here? Was he kidnapped aswell? “Hey Gyu! Look what I got here!” Changbin shouts as he spins your chair, causing you to yelp from surprise. You look up- there he was. Blood was trickling from his cheek and forehead, bruises littered his shirtless body. Your eyes stared into his- he looked different. He looked deadly. His eyes softened as soon as he met yours- he could recognize those eyes anywhere. “Y/N.” He softly mutters. He wants nothing more than to wrap you in his embrace and tell you everything was okay. Unfortunately, his arms were being held behind his back and Yeonjun had a strong grip on his hair. “Why’d you bring her here? Please. Take her home- I’ll do whatever you want!” Beomgyu screams. You observe the desperate tone in his voice. “Ooh~ looks like Mister Pissy Pants is protective.” Changbin coos behind you. “What if… I held a knife up to her?” Changbin takes out a sharp pocket knife. “Like this?” Changbin holds the blade near your throat, causing you to nearly scream. You look up at Beomgyu, pleading with your eyes. “Should I kill the woman you love? Or you give me what I want?” The burn of the blade against your skin makes you clench your fist- blood started pouring slowly from your neck. “NO- FINE- I’LL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT- PLEASE JUST LET HER GO!” Beomgyu screams. “Don’t hurt her. Please.” Tears pricked at Beomgyu’s eyes. “Alright alright~ Don’t get all emotional bro.” Changbin laughs as he pulls the blade away from your neck. “I’ll give you what I want. Let me- talk to her.” Beomgyu drops his head, trying to avoid the looks. “Ight. Boys, let the piss pant talk to the bitch.” Changbin could only roll his eyes as Beomgyu came crawling to you, cupping your face in his arms. “Don’t let her go. I have a gun at your head, piss pants.” Changbin warns as Taehyun and Yeonjun point guns at Beomgyu and you.

You tried to avoid eye contact, looking around steadily as Beomgyu slowly ungagged you. “Y/N. H-hey. You okay buns?” Beomgyu mutters. “Gyu.” You mutter with the voice you have. Your throat stung when you started speaking but you tried to talk the best you could. “What's this?” Beomgyu sighs. “So… I’m part of the mafia. One of the best gangs in the country. I’m the leader, buns? Can you believe that?” Beomgyu lets out a light chuckle. “M-mafia? I thought you- sung at cafes?” Changbin laughed behind you. “He came home late at night every fucking day- with blood on his hands- don’t tell me you’ve never noticed that, bubs.” Changbin teased behind you. “Shut the fuck up or I’ll stab your smug face right now.” Beomgyu warns, glaring at Changbin. “Woah- okay, Mister I love girlfriend.” Changbin rolls his eyes while Beomgyu’s eyes wander on yours. “Gyu. You’re not gonna die… right?” Beomgyu chuckled. “I might. I’m sorry.” He mutters. You feel frustrated, tired, angry. “Gyu. Why’d you- lie?” You mutter. “To protect you, love. I don’t want these men to ever hurt you- no- touch you anymore. I love you.” You didn’t even realize it, tears were spilling from your eyes. “Gyu. I don’t care that you’re in the damn mafia- just stay safe for me, yeah?” You say, looking down. Beomgyu lets out a small chuckle.

“I’m sorry.”

You look up at him, confused. “What do you mean? You’re not leaving me- are you?” Tears clouded your vision, and your breath was getting shorter every time. “I’m- so so, sorry, baby.” Beomgyu sighs. Before you could protest more, Beomgyu stands up and nods at Changbin. “Let her go. Take her home.” Beomgyu says, walking away. “And you give me what I want?” Changbin folds his arms. “Exactly the deal. 100 Million for each of you. Along with the files.” Beomgyu folds his arms. “Gyu. Gyu- Gyu wait.” You squeak with the best of your abilities but they don’t hear as they’re busy discussing things. “Good. Now. You know what to do.” Changbin says as the others start leaving one by one, carrying a large suitcase. “Wait. Wait what’s happening?” You try talking louder, shifting your wrists right and left. “Disappear. Never come back. Got ya.” Beomgyu says and you freeze.

Disappear?

Beomgyu walks to you and smiles. “I love you. So so much. Hm?” Beomgyu takes your face and kisses your forehead. “I’ll be gone now. I hope you have a good life okay bubs?” You start crying again- this time harder. “Wait- what do you mean by disappear? Take me with you. Please. Please.” You protest, but it’s too late. He’s walked away, and Changbin’s suddenly opening up your ropes. “Be careful Missy. Shut up or you’ll hurt yourself.” Changbin says as he forcefully pushes you back to the chair. “BEOMGYU!” You scream, trying to see him. You finally observe the peaceful sight of him, standing on the edge of the roof, looking down. “Beomgyu! Wait- wait- let me come with you- please-” You scream as the last of your restraints finally comes off. You run to him, but it’s too late. He looks at you one last time. His brown hair was flowing messily and dried blood trickled on his cheek. He puts on a small smile. It was almost as if he said… “Thank you for loving me.” You try to grasp at the fabric of his sweatshirt but it’s over for you. He falls backward, towards the ground, but he feels… free. As you cover your eyes to avoid the sight, it was as if you felt him. The warm presence of him, littering you with kisses and smiles. It finally… felt calm. That was the beauty of loving and then losing someone.

A/N: the end felt cringey- sorry- also send in requests!!

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sooniesspot · 3 years

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Fluff Drabbles

☁️Hoseok Fluff☁️

No warnings purely tooth rotting floof

word count: 2.6k?

A/N: I got inspired by another story and absolutely loved the idea of Teacher!Hoseok so here we areeeee

“Only when I’m with you.”

Class 2J. sparkling oakwood desks and clean, green carpeted floor. Bookshelves in alphabetical order from top to bottom. Walls with displays that would rival any city centre mural. Painted hands in an array of colours. Poems and love letters in abundance as a Valentine’s Day activity for the students. Woven strings dangling with pictures and drawings of various animals; precariously cut out with care. Sunlight breaking through the windows aligned with small pots of steadily growing cress on a late Friday afternoon. All the children had gone home for the evening, leaving only teachers to walk the halls and finish their work.

Hastening steps as you travelled the short distance to his classroom. Wedges padding along the hardwood floor; echoing through the halls. Reaching his door; a deep mahogany with a window to see through, blind slightly down; you peeked through. There he sat. at his desk, picking staples out of the hearts that made the large Valentine’s Day display behind him; tongue slightly peeking out of the corner of his mouth. Concentration evident in his face. Colour palette of sunlight and joy. That was him. Honey toned skin and warm brown hair. Orange stripes on his shirt fitting his upbeat and loving personality. Radiating all that was good in the world. Hearts in abundance not just the ones he was removing staples from; with surgeon like precision. With a smile that would brighten the darkest door.

Early that same day you arrived into your class of 1H 8:05am; Switching on the lights that woke you out of your hazed morning blur. Room alight, you were greeted by hues of pink and red. Reminded of the day. 14th February. You hated this time of year. Whether that was due to you being single and evidently cynical about this time of year or for the simple fact you thought the holiday was stupid. Why would you set aside only 1 special day a year to show someone how much you loved them? It astounded you how like the Sahara Desert your friends relationships would be every other day of the year, only to be treated in abundance with affection and gifts for this 1 day because society dictates.

You ventured over to the windows pulling up the shutters, a flittering of metal sounding through the room. Taking chairs down from the desks. The cleaners had travelled through the class, vacuum in hand as they cleared the sprinkling of glitter tiny Taehyun had dropped onto said carpet the day before. The crunched in dried pasta from making jewellery boxes. All under the cloak of night. You bumbled over to your desk, dropping down your bag after placing notes and class plans on your hearty desk. You slumped in your chair; just wanting this gruelling Valentine’s week to be over already. You had been making trinkets and other drawings, poems and keepsakes with the children, expecting nothing outstanding from a class of 5-year-olds, however loving every single piece that every child made. After taking one last glance over the classroom your eyes ended up landing on a delicately placed March Lily on your desk in a softly decorated mason jar; filled with water. There it sat, staring at you. In all its blooming glory. A small note attached to the twine wrapping round the jar in a bow.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Hoseok. xx

You gazed at it in wonder. Smiling to yourself at the gesture. Soon enough a knock on the door and a chatter of children pulled you out of your reverie. Travelling to the door, you greeted your students with hi-fives, handshakes and hugs. The lily always in the back of your mind as all of the children sat at their tables with lofty giggles and kicking feet atop chairs where their legs would dangle. So class began.

Passing in the corridor at lunch you had called across to him; trying to flag him down. Smile beaming on your face, you watched as his face rose with a blush, nervous eyes as he smiled, not meeting your own. Quickened pace as he swept past the children into the staff room. Soon arriving there yourself you were met with 4th year teachers and the other 1st year teacher; Daisy. You could see Hoseok no where in sight.

“Daisy, have you seen Hoseok?” you asked; confused.

Looking up from her phone as she sat at the small table with her soup; she looked around.

“Um, he was in here. Must’ve just left. Think he said something about going out for lunch?” She shrugged, looking to you with a curious look.

You nodded solemnly, as you moved over to the large fridge full of lunches. Opening the door you fished for your own plain sandwich you had every day. A blue container laden with a vibrant green post it note with Hoseok’s name on. He had lunch?

Your lunch went by in a flash waiting for Hoseok to return to the staff room but he never came back. Soon enough you were back in class. Talking about love. What does love mean to you? You had asked the children. Some answers making your heart burst and some making you cry with laughter.

“Love is hugging my doggie when I get home.”

“My mummy and daddy love each other a million.”

“I love trees.”

“Is love when someone falls over and you laugh?”

Until finally, a small girl; Soo-yung. Raised her hand and asked. “What does love mean to you, Miss Honey?”

You were taken aback, stumbling over words as you thought of something nice to say. Trying not to be cynical for the children’s sake. Then you saw him. Like a constant light in your heart. Like he was right in front of you.

“Love to me, is helping people. Making sure they are happy, not because you want to, but because you hate seeing them upset and need to make them happy.”

Hoseok had had trouble in the past. He had been broken up with. The girl wanting money and “A 2nd Grade teacher isn’t going to buy me a Porsche.” You knew Hoseok. He would buy the person he loved, every single star in the sky. He would Lasso the moon if he could. He would scoop up the sun like an ice cream just to place it in a cone for constant light. He was a man that deserved to be happy and made sure everyone else was before himself. He was an expert at hiding his pain, but you could see through that. Even early into your friendship when he first started working with you. You could always see through the facade.

“Love, is loving everything about one another.”

“Like loving my glasses?”

“Like my bendy fingers?”

“My extra toe?!”

You didn’t expect anything less from a group of 5-year-olds, they never failed to make you laugh.

“Miss Honey, are you in love?” a little boy named Mason asked; wonderous eyes gazing up at you.

You slumped slightly, resting on the edge of your desk, in front of the children. Hands resting on the edge. You smiled with a light chuckle; thinking it over.

“Maybe I am.”

To this you glanced to your left, seeing Hoseok walking past the door with his class, probably going to gym. You smiled sweetly as you watched him pass you by. Yearning surfacing as you wanted to call for him, or to wave; get his attention.

Class continued on, decorating hearts with little notes on, helping some of the children with handwriting. Notes for family and friends. Even a couple of notes for you that you never expected, bringing tears threateningly close to spilling over and running down your cheeks. Class had ended for the day. The last day of the week where there was a lovely break to be had. You bid all the children goodbye; making sure they took all of their things with them.

You had tried to rehearse what you wanted to say, finding the attempt futile, deciding on venturing to Hoseok’s class to say thank you for the lily at least. And so here you were; taking a deep breath and knocking on the door; heart in your throat. Your head popping through the crack in the door, smile on your face again. Hoseok looked up, eyes dancing and he smiled back. His hunched over shoulders relaxing at the presence of you. Suddenly jumping with a yelp, shaking his hand as he looked down at the heart he was toying with; pulling out staples. He looked to his thumb seeing a pin prick of blood as he shoved his thumb in his mouth; placing the heart on his desk with a roll of his eyes. He stood up, quickly rubbing his hands down his paint splattered jeans as he stood.

“Hi Miss Honey, how can I help?” he asked with a nervous chuckle, looking to his thumb.

You smiled, stepping in through the door like a breath of fresh air. In that moment his own caught in his throat as he stared at you. Your summer dress; mint green, flouncing about mid shin as you timidly walked into the room. Intricate flowers scattered over every inch of your dress in white that hung off you in decadent ways. Your hair framing your face that was beaming with a smile, a light blush on your cheeks. Hands clasped together in front of you as you made your way closer to his desk. With every step he felt his heart hammer; his heart screaming for you but his voice stuttering nothing.

“I’d like to say thank you for the Lily. It’s beautiful.” You smiled, big eyes looking up at him as you drew closer, barely 2 feet away from the desk.

His heart grew wide, enamoured by you. He was silent. For a long while. Your smile faltering slightly as he looked back at you, lips parted but no words escaping him. Hand tapping on his leg as he took you in. Your hair, your dress. The way you looked at him. So lovingly it made him burst. But it also made him hurt because he knew it was only platonic. A girl like you, loving someone like him? Impossible. He had so much he wanted to say that everything came out in a jumble of not wanting you to panic that he wasn’t responding.

“I-it’s a March Lily. And it looked so pretty. Like y-aaaand I know. you. umm. I-i-it would just fit with your classroom, y’know. a-and it was also a thank you because of all the things you do for uhhh.” He stuttered, all of the words bubbling to the surface before he could stop them.

“Where were you at lunch? I tried to say thank you then, but you disappeared.” You glanced awkwardly up at him before your gaze faltered and returned to your nails.

You could cut the tension in the classroom like a knife as it swarmed around you both in his classroom. He visibly gulped.

“Um, I went out for lunch instead.” He laughed nervously, hand scratching the back of his neck.

Before you could reply, he continued.

“I was worried. It was a stupid idea on my part. I should’ve just spoken to you, but I was scared.”

“Scared of what, Hoseok?”

Silence befell the room. The sun outside beginning to set behind the horizon, making way for pink and purple hues that shone through the windows of the classroom and onto Hoseok’s face; pained, worried. The odd rustle of leaves sounded from outside and a slight whistle from a bird but the building was quiet. As if you were the only 2 people in the world.

“Rejection.”

An alarm went off in your head at that point, now it made sense. You just assumed the lily was to symbolise the friendship between the both of you, the colour yellow symbolizes friendship and joy. All the things your dear Hoseok stands for. But now realising that it was a March Lily. Everything made sense.

You had been reading a book, months prior when the leaves began to fall, making way for Winter. Your colleague Daisy finding it peculiar that you were reading a book about flowers and their meanings in the Winter. You had discussed with Hoseok occasionally over a shared lunch of warm soup you had brought in to share. Hoseok a few days prior, inviting his old school friend Namjoon over for food and agreed to let him cook. This was not his shining moment. As he returned, the friend had managed to melt a plastic bowl to the stove. So no cooked food for a couple of days.

Every evening before going home you would pop through his door with a container of food for him, left overs from food you had cooked for yourself the night before. He would constantly thank you and would walk you to your car in the parking lot which would always be next to his own. One day you had left a container of leftovers on his desk, with the book atop it. Hoseok had shown an interest in the book and asked if he could borrow it. Everything finally clicked.

“The March Lily…” you began, thinking out loud.

“It means-“

“Unrequited love.” Hoseok finished before you could.

The look on his face was one you had never seen before. Sadness for something he deemed unobtainable. Your affection. You had seen him sad before, when one of his students were upset. Another no-good girl broke up with him after she didn’t need him anymore. But this. This hurt the most. The way his breathing was heavy and his shoulders slumped. His hands still on the desk as he looked down at them. You walked forward to meet the other side of the desk. Leaning forward, a hairs breath away from him; you placed your own hand on his in comfort getting him to look up at you, not realising you were so close, he was slightly startled; confused before you placed a sweet chaste kiss to his lips.

His eyes grew wide as you beamed at him. His face resembling a tomato at this point as he took his free hand and touched his lips as if it had been a dream. A dream he never wanted to wake up from. The corners of his mouth twitched up into a slight smile until he slumped again.

“You don’t have to, because you feel sorry for me.” He scoffed lightly; clearly unsure of the conversation.

You sighed; heavy and weighted in your chest before venturing round to him behind the desk, taking his hands in yours. Your thumbs dancing over his knuckles. You looked into his eyes, full of sincerity and an air of confusion, like he always had. You smiled, lightly but constant.

“Your love…” you began.

“It’s not unrequited, Hoseok.”

“I don’t share my food with just anyone, y’know.” You chuckled dryly as you squeezed his hands in yours; mouth suddenly resembling a desert as you poured your emotions out into the open air. Letting your words cascade over him as he shot up to look into your eyes; previously focused on his feet. His eyes were wide again; almost comical with raised eyebrows and mouth open.

“What? How?” He asked, mind befuddled.

You laughed again; this time louder.

“It just, happened.” You shrugged with a smile before being enveloped in a hug by strong arms as he pulled you against him. surrounded by the smell of lemon tea and cedar; planting a kiss to your hair, never wanting to let you go again.

“I’m the happiest man in the world.”

“You already are” you countered; voice muffled due to being pressed into the crook of his neck.

“Nope.” He giggled, popping the P at the end with a shake of his head, before planting another kiss to your forehead as you gazed up at him.

“Only when I’m with you.”

Hope you guys enjoyed! I take requests so please do ask 😊

Love Always

Mac 🧡💜

#jung hoseok fluff #teacher!hoseok #jung hoseok #hobi fluff #i am so soft for this man #jhs #bts #bangtan #bts fluff

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renaxwrites · 4 years

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Hello! Can I ask headcanons about Kuroo, Akaashi and Bokuto, who hear girls, who pretend to be friends with their girlfriend out of envy say mean things about her behind her back, and boys stand up for her? I recently got into a similar situation and need support. Thank you for your blog!

Word of Mouth

- (Kuroo, Akaashi, Bokuto)

a/n: I’m so sorry to hear that, I hope you’re okay :( I was in a tough spot like that as well, people can be so mean sometimes :(( but it gets better when you find those real friends who stand up for you. Hope you enjoy <3

warnings: slight cussing, implied sexual activity

Kuroo:

This guy seems to be the type who can decipher in two seconds whether someone is a good person or not

And he was sure that your friends were good, especially since they were the ones to encourage you to admit your feelings toward him

So one day you and your friends attended one of Nekoma’s team for support

Kuroo wasted no time to sashay over and give you his routine greeting

Kuroo: “good luck kiss please.”

smooch

Kuroo: “also hold my jacket, I need someone to rep my name ya know ;)”

You: :) ??? okay bby :)

He walks away after he makes sure you put on the jacket

Once the match finished, you give him his “congrats kiss” he’s really insistent on all types of kisses that sly mf and excused yourself to the bathroom

He turns to talk to his team while he was in good spirits

Then he heard your friend scoff

Friend 1: “Thank god, I thought y/n would never leave”

Friend 2: “Maybe now that they’re gone we can make our move”

Friend 3: “Pretty sure I can look better in his jacket than they can. Slut”

He went from :) to >:( real fast

He whipped his head around and stomped over. The team slowly followed in confusion

Kuroo: “Who are you calling a slut”

Them: :o :o :o

Kuroo: “I know it’s not the same y/n that’s wearing my jacket. The same one that’s your friend. Man, and I thought you lot were genuine. Y’all are nothing but two-timin bitches and for what? To try and get in my pants? The only one who’s allowed to wear my jacket and get in my pants is y/n. And they’re the most beautiful thing in the world when they do. I love them. And I will never change my mind about that.”

Them: :O :O :O

You: :O

He didn’t realize you were standing there until Kenma rapped his shoulder and pointed at you

You were blushing, and not from hearing you get shit-talked behind your back, but the fact that your bf stood up for you AND confessed his love in front of the entire school

He walks over and pulls you by his jacket, zipping up the zipper all the way

He kisses your forehead

Kuroo: “Let’s go find you some real friends”

....

You: “After I get in your pants”

Him: :O

Akaashi:

Now it’s not that hard to believe that this beautiful creature is swooned over by the entire student population

So when they found out that the infamous Akaashi Keiji finally got cuffed there were many supporters and shippers

And there were a few haters as well

Akaashi supports whoever you are friends with, he trusts your judgement

But he started noticed your friends’ change in behavior ever since you got together

At some point he had had enough, and wanted to get to the bottom of it

So one day he joined your study group with your friends

You all decided to take a quick break, and he offered to accompany you to the vending machine, his plan in action

Akaashi: “You go on ahead, I’m going to use the bathroom real quick. Do you mind getting me a water, my love?”

swoons at the words ‘my love’

You: :D heck yes bby at your service

Once you leave, he creeps up to next to the doorway to eavesdrop

Friend 1: “They have some nerve bringing him today. If it was just Akaashi I wouldn’t mind...”

Friend 2: “Yeah, as if stealing him wasn’t enough. It’s like they’re rubbing it in our face”

Friend 1: “Ugh, what a selfish bitch”

Akaashi: :(

He was sad that he finally found out how they really felt. How could they hate such an angel like you?

You both return with waters, but your friends were still in a bad mood

So once the bickering toward you started, Akaashi got fed up

Akaashi: “You know, I think the two of us will take our leave. And by the way, if you only want me, that’s too bad. I’m the one who asked them out, so wherever I go, they come with me, and vice versa. You two are the most unsupportive people I’ve ever met. I think we’re done from here and on.”

There was a beat of silence. All three of you were like :o at his sudden outburst

He dragged you out, taking you home to finish the study session, where he explained what happened as he made you some tea

You: “Thank you”

Akaashi: “For what?”

“Everything”

“Anything for you, my love”

swoon marry me pls

Bokuto:

He definitely was well-known around the school, being one of the top aces in Japan and all

He was also well-known for being loud

Like. Really loud.

So when you guys got together, everyone definitely knew

How could they not? He loved to show off his baby!

You: *breathes*

Bokuto: My LOVE :D !! My ANGEL :D !! My HONEY BUNCH :D !! (and the other million names he has for you)

But since he had many fans, many of them were not please that he was off the market now

Because he was your bf now, there was a newfound spotlight of popularity on you, and while you were kind of okay with it, it came with a few scheming individuals

These girls in your class were quick to befriend you, and soon you formed a little “study group”

These “study” sessions were 10% actual studying. The other 90% was the three of them trying to pry Bokuto details out ofyou, trying to get you to spill any secrets of dating the ace

You didn’t really notice, it was just nice to have others to confide in

But oh boy

Did your bf notice

Thy always insisted on coming with you whenever Bokuto was involved

Practice? They were there in Nekoma gear

Mini ice cream date? Your friends practically invited themselves

And they wouldn’t even notice you, they were so focused on his every words, trying to get a touch of his flexed muscles

But he noticed how sour they would appear wherever he mentioned you

One night, the team was at the new diner after a match, famished after defeating your opponents

And of course, your friends decided to tag along

So the four of you were in a booth, with you, Bokuto, and your two new friends, who happened to be whispering to each other

Suddenly you got a call from your mom, and quickly excused yourself to take the call outside

What you didn’t know was that you’re new “friends” had devised a plan to try and snatch Bokuto from you

Friend 1: “Good, they’re finally gone”

Bokuto: >:o the fuck

Friend 2: “So, the two of us were wondering if you were doing anything tonight after this”

Bokuto: the fuck x 2 “Yeah, I’m going home with y/n. We’ll probably watch a movie or cuddle or something cute”

Friend 1: “Movie with y/n? Cuddle?? You wouldn’t want to do anything more interesting than that?”

Him: :( ?? “Like what?”

Friend 2: “Well we’re soo much better than they are, you can come home with us. You’ll have so much fun”

Bokuto (the oblivious/lovestruck mf he is): “We’ll watch a movie with y/n? Sounds fun!!”

They shook their head, then each one of the places a hand on his juicy thighs

Friend 1: “Forget about y/n. They’re nothing compare to what we can give you, physically.”

Friend 2: “We could have a threesome if you want. Doesn’t that sounds more appealing than watching a movie with them?”

Bokuto: >:O ah hell no

He jumped out of the booth and stared at them. “How dare you? We’re you only friends with y/n so you can try to get me with you two?! That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard!! Y/n my angel, my baby, my everything!! I would NEVER leave them, let alone CHEAT on them. And you sure as hell don’t deserve THEM as a friend. I’m so digusted right now I can’t even think straight!!”

He could rant longer, but he feels your hand on his shoulder.

You: “Bo, let’s go home.”

Bokuto: “Yes boss :)”

The rest of the team followed you home, joining in on the movie marathon you two had

Now you have lots of true friends and a great bf

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power-of-plot · 3 years

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Your hero.

MHA S4 AND MANGA SPOILERS!

Soo.. i was mourning a character’s death when i suddenly had an epiphany of this.. drabble? scenario? imagine? idk someone plz illuminate me, i can’t tell the diference.

Warnings: None. Gn reader! :}

Summary: Mirio celebrates the return of his quirk with you. It’s short ik couldn’t think of something else, i need some sleep okay?!

“It’s been a year now, huh..?”

It had been several months since you received the distressing news about the loss of Mirio’s quirks due to a drug developed by the Yakuza, able to erase quirks from someone’s organism or rather reverting it to such point it was like it never was there in the first place.

Even so, you could count with one single hand the times the weight of losing his quirk and his master had truly affected him to the point of tears. Why? Why him? When related to Mirio those questions repeating on loop in your mind were self-explanatory, it was more than unthinkable he ever did something to deserve having part of his very soul stolen from him, someone like him, who would gladly exchange his life for someone else’s indiscriminately.

“Time happens so fast, doesn’t it?” Your forever cheerful boyfriend exclaimed from the other side of the phone. “Come on, don’t be sad.. i actually have a surprise for you! It will definitely cheer you up!”

“A surprise..? But i thought you’d be busy at U.A today?” You asked before hearing him snicker, laying back on the bench you were sitting on you waited for his response.“Today was pretty quick! Oh this reminds me, Eri says hi!” “Aw.. is she doing well?” “Yeah! Today in particular she gave me a very big smile, you should have seen it” Your heart swelled at the painful thoughts you tried to forget kicking in, it was thanks to him that Eri was able to smile.. he had lost of his greatest motivations and even so didn’t stop. “So.. what is the surprise?” “Heheh! You’ll never be able to guess so i’ll give you a clue: it’s something you can only see in person, where are you?” “Hehe at the park, i wonder what is it.. is it a..”

The particular way he giggled.. was like a good omen, it had something, it caused an unexplainable feeling in your gut about this childish game being infinitely more than that, you could feel it as he notified you he would show up anytime soon.

“Haha told you! I’ll give you the ultimate clue, if this doesn’t make you guess i don’t know what will: it’s alive.”

You could feel the answer at the tip of your tongue, eyes widening at the unknown thought no, it was forgotten, it was something you had seen before, something strong enough to leave a mark you would recognize even a milenia after. “Mirio..? What is it..?” The mood turned insdescribably tense before you could notice, his voice being your only source of slight comfort.

“Well you see...” Thump. You swore you heard something hitting the ground right behind you, turning around you saw.. a phone? It looked like someone had simply left it there, it probably was a bad joke, yeah it had to be that.

“I am the surprise.”

“Ha?!” You heard his voice, it sounded like he was a foot away as much so why couldn’t you see him?

“Down here!”

Inmediately looking down without a second thought your e/c eyes met Mirio’s.

Whose head was poking out the ground.

That is his quirk. His quirk was gone. Eri was able to get him back to normal. Did they find a cure to the drug?! It finally happened. Lemillion’s legacy would not end. Your mind was floded with a plethora of thoughts and overwhelming emotions, you wanted to do so many things at the time the single body you had wasn’t enough, all the words you could possibly think of had gotten stuck in your throat.

“Mirio...” His name was the only word you managed to articulate as the lump in your throat slowly pushed tears through your eyes.

As he used to, he sank into the ground to jump out a second later though this time was different, he didn’t yell a catchy phrase nor made any flashy pose to land, he merely stood there holding out his muscular arms to you while the wind moved the long scarlet cape of his hero suit. He was wearing his hero suit.. one more image of him you had forgotten.

Jumping into his arms felt like meting him again after an eternity without a chance to even say goodbye, indeed it had been, a part of him had left without warning tearing into shreds many strings of both’s hearts. You held onto each other like your lifes depended on it, your and his arms wrapping around as much flesh as they could, as tight as possible without it becoming painful, the warmth of your bodies eventually fused into a higher temperature as you stayed right there like statues frozen in time but neither of you cared, you craved his touch, he was eager to give you a feeling of protection he had lost even for himself.

“This means you’re going to go back into pranking me with your quirk, doesn’t it..?” You managed to chuckle in tears, judging by his shoulders shaking a second later he was chuckling as well “Ah.. you’ll go back to your patrols too” He gently loosened his grip around your body to make eye contact yet keeping the gap between you short by nearly putting his forehead against yours “I won’t be coming back to work until a week later, i technically don’t have the authorization to wear my hero suit again yet heh”

“You what-” His tender nervous smile was enough to brush off any concerns you might’ve had “Showing off, aren’t we?” “Haha you could put it that way, i know the loss of my quirk really affected you so i thought this could be a great way of saying:

‘i am here’

...in any case, i might give a hand to some people here and there to celebrate, after all one million is a big number i gotta do my name justice! Let’s go, shall we m’lady?” You laughed at his goofy chivalry as he offered you the crook of his arm to hold with a deeper voice, following the game you changed your tone and held your head up trying to seem elegant “Of course hoho though there’s one mistake i have to correct you of.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“You did do your name justice, you are one less step away from one million.. you saved me- from my sadness.” As you softly rubbed your fingers over the fabric of his cape you had in your grip looking at him with a soft smile Mirio took a shaky breath overwhelmed by your sudden claim.

That sensation of accomplisment, of feeling more complete after even with small trivialities he was able to help someone out hit him with the weight of a thousand All Mights. He bit his lip blinking back some tears and he slid his long cape over your shoulder to show protection

“I’ll save you a million times more, i’ll always be your hero.”

*UGLY SOBBING* This is short but i really hope you liked it :”) this is just some warming up so i get used to post more frequently. I think it was decent for something i came up with at 2 am lmao

#thanks for reading #this made me sad #but i'm happy #what am i doin with my life #my hero academia #mirio x reader #mha fluff #mirio togata #mha x reader #bnha manga spoilers #x reader #idk what else to tag #bnha #boku no hero #mirio imagine #my hero imagines

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an0nymousghost · 3 years

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my answers to simblr asks v1 because i don’t think i did a mass post like this.

1. how big is your mods folder? 15 gb, i don’t have my giant hair folder in rn

2. how would you describe your style? maxis-match, reshade/cartoony/dof aesthetic

3. what is your favorite challenge? 100bc obviously. and those completionist ones that take 400 years to finish

4. do you make cc? if so, what kind? age conversions of hair and recolors. and once in a blue moon i convert earrings or something

5. what type of cc do you hoard? hair, always and forever. my hair folder is sooo organized but i dont keep it in my game because it is very hard to find anything; there’s literally over 1000 items in the catalogue. also this is just female hair, for kids/toddler i use my own stuff and there’s really not enough male hair for me to mass hoard

6. what default eyes and skin do you use? intoxicated v2 - i’ll use this for the rest of my life emerald eyes by forgottengrotto

7. how many urls have you had, and what are the meanings behind them?

i have had 4:

celeschul - a play on “celestial” because that’s how you pronounce it an0nymousghost - the 8th level of the criminal: oracle career stardze - relating to astrology (star daze) teauke - sounds cool i guess; also i really wanted a short name

i don’t think i’ll change my url anytime in the future because it would be very annoying with all the broken links. i personally hate it when blogs have broken links so i don’t want to add to the problem. also, an0nymousghost is such a nice simblr url, it’s actually got a connection to the actual game. it is already confusing enough with the an0nymousghost/celeschul thing, but that’s mainly just because an0nymousghost is a long url and doesn’t really fit on package titles or thumbnails

8. who is your favorite gameplay blog? i have a personal blog and on there i only follow my faves: @leafykii, solarlemonade, ratboysims, @simprising, myshunos, @aridridge, @whimsyblue.

9. who is your favorite storytelling blog? idk i dont follow stories

10. who is your favorite cc creator? im not super involved in cc rn but aharris00britney and clumsyalienn who does those beautiful hair strands. oh yes and myself of course

11. how do you edit your photos? reshade + action + psd. it’s complicated but the reshade takes 0 effort and ive struggled with editing forEVER im happy with this one

12. what is the last screenshot you took? idk im on my macbook

this is the last screenshot on my mac LUL. rip to this hair which has been a wip for 10 million years.

13. what do you do when you are unmotivated? nothing; right now is a good example. i have a queue so you probably can’t tell, but i’m super unmotivated to do anything. like i could make cc or play ts4 but i really just don’t want to (that’s why im writing this). idk why, but either it’ll pass or my blog will be dead forever. xo

14. who is your current favorite sim? i said the fae sisters for my other post but i really like noelle’s husband claye! i think my female sims are always wayyy more attractive than my male sims, but claye might pull in front of noelle tbh. he looks much better with the emerald eyes (the cartoony ones)

also i consider all my sims to be good people, and claye’s kindness comes from him always taking care of leila and israel because noelle is off at work and such. oh and noelle’s way more...experienced than him when it comes to relationships

15. who is your current favorite sim that is not by you? no one really comes to mind, i haven’t been focused on like one specific sim lately

16. recreate someone else’s sim in your style. nah

17. do you talk about sims with people in real life? yeah. i don’t want to keep secrets from my friends (i used to have a secret ig account and it was a cause of major stress) so i just mention it in passing. honestly if they’re not cool with me having a sims blog, we can’t be friends. none of my irl friends play sims tho :(

18. how many of the packs do you own? 23/38 or something along those lines

19. how many posts do you have on your blog currently? 1665. i have more followers than posts, something that i never achieved ever on my old blog because i had like 4 gazillion posts

20. how many drafts do you have on your blog currently? 7, they’re all just shitposts or asks

21. how many posts are in your queue currently? 17

22. have you ever moved blogs? 2 times. celeschul -> stardze -> an0nymousghost. also i moved my multifandom sideblog once but that url has changed soo many times

23. are you in any sims related discord servers? yeah. though, i cant stand discord for a totally-unrelated-to-sims reason

24. what are your thoughts on the most recent pack? (paranormal) this is an outdated question but i still do not care about this pack. lol

25. how many hours have you played sims? 1039 hours

26. if you play gameplay, do you play with mods? yes, a lot

27. what’s the farthest you’ve gotten in a challenge? 100bc, i got to like 56/100 kids in my first attempt. this is TECHNICALLY farther than random nightmares, which i feel like i completed more of but i only did 50% of that challenge. i wrote on my blog that i completed random nightmares but in my heart, it’s not complete until 10 generations. so i just said that to make myself feel better. i’ll do a season 2 sometime...sometime

#replies #replying to MYSELF #simblr asks #ask game #i copy pasted some answers #also to clarify 24 #i have no idea what to say bout paranormal #it's just a pack that's it

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danicarosaline · 4 years

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We Belong Together

𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Summary: you hoped that one day you’d end up back together, after having some time apart. You’ve grown and matured and so has he but your heart is left shattered once again.

A/N: soo this is based off on a true story.. I don’t know why I decided to write this, i guess its just one of those nights where im missing him again? I dunno but its sad girl hours and i was planning on writing a part 2 of this if anyone’s interested in my drama lmaooo let me know tho! Xo

Warnings: angst, and forever wishing i had a friendship like the pogues

{ 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝚋𝚢 @toesure }

The gentle breeze lightly caressed your tan skin making you shiver slightly. Smoothing out your pastel pink dress with your hand and with a cup in your other hand only being half full, you down it quickly. Grimacing at the burning but satisfying sensation down your throat.

You run your fingers through the unruliness of your short iron curls, and let curious eyes wonder over the crowd. Kooks, pogues, tourons, all mingled up together joyously and Ignoring the social statuses that ran between the three classes but doubting the tourons of knowing a status like that actually existing in the Obx.

The affects that alcohol can have on people. Changing their behaviours just after a few tastes, It amazes you almost evertime. Alcohol either brings out the best in people or the worst and that kinda annoys you to a certain degree.

Scanning the crowd of drunken teens for your two bestfriends and starting to get tipsier the longer you stand by myself but eyes finally landing on their figures, you hastily make your way over to the two girls. Muttering out apologies to some teens who you kindly move to the side to pass.

“Hey where the hell have you been!?” Kie yells over the loud music blasting from the big speakers. Sarah takes your hands in hers and pulls you by her side when she realized it was her bestfriend.

“I missed you!!” The blonde squeals in your left ear, almost deafening you. You pull away from her slightly to pull Kie into your side aswell and sway your bodies together to the RNB music.

“You suck Routlegde!” You whoop and point mockingly to the tall brunet across the ping pong table. His head hangs low defeatedly when the plastic white ball successfully made its way into the last cup. He sighs in slight annoyance, but sends you a smile anyways.

Kie and Sarah cheer loudly next to you, pulling you in close while they bounce up and down excitedly at the win. Sarah jogs up to her boyfriend to pinch his cheeks and teases him for losing against three girls.

“Your aim is ridiculously accurate, do you like practice at home or something?” Pope questions jokingly and throws an arm over you and Kie.

“No shit, how do you think i’ve gotten this good?” you answer with a grin on your face and wink at the boy, making Kie roll her eyes and shove you playfully. As the group gathers together in a small huddle, enjoying each other’s presence, you can’t help but let your eyes drift over to JJ who was not too far from where y’all were standing and your smile falters as you spot him with the pretty indonesian girl with the long black hair. Making your heart clench at the sight. You were nothing compared to her.

She had a smile that could brighten anyones day. Her presence screamed confident and that intimidated you. You’re a pretty confident girl yourself but you have insecurities and you’re pretty sure she doesn’t even know the definition of the word.

His hands roams her perfect body as they grind to the music. Her pretty hands placed on the back of his neck as she held him close.

You felt your chest tighten and your stomach drop as you watched them lean in but you turn away in a flash. You don’t want to see that.

Even though you turned away in time your heart still shatters knowing what happened next.

A sudden wave of insecurity washes over you as you compare yourself to the pretty girl in his arms. You barely noticed the single tear that managed to escape your eye until you felt a pair of soft fingers wiping it away. It was your bestfriend Kiara peering at you with furrowed eyebrows and an all knowing look. You’re completely sobbing now and she pulls you into her chest. Embracing you in her tight hold.

The others too busy dancing away to notice your little breakdown but as if things weren’t already sad enough, the song We Belong Together by Mariah Carey blasts loudly through the speakers almost tauntingly.

With a roll of your eyes you pull away from Kie and she cringes at the choice of song playing at a kegger but no one seems to be complaining as many others are chanting drunkily with miss Carey and you can’t help but sing along with them.

I didn't mean it

When I said I didn't love you, so

I should have held on tight

I never shoulda let you go

I didn't know nothing

I was stupid, I was foolish

I was lying to myself

I could not fathom that I would ever

Be without your love

Never imagined I'd be

Sitting here beside myself

'Cause I didn't know you

'Cause I didn't know me

But I thought I knew everything

I never felt

You yell the lyrics at the top of your lungs as you sob and dance with the others but as soon as they hear the crack in your voice and see the aggressive tears streaming down your perfect face they freeze in their actions and all of a sudden your being suffocated by multiple arms.

Once all arms pull away from your pathetic self, the pogues (& kook) give you a kiss each, on the cheek and in that moment all you feel is loved.

The feeling that I'm feeling

Now that I don't hear your voice

Or have your touch and kiss your lips

'Cause I don't have a choice

Oh, what I wouldn't give

To have you lying by my side

Right here, cause baby

(We belong together)

You feel loved and supported by your group of friends who don’t need to question your sadden state for they know the reason why your heart is breaking right now and your entirely greatful for them all.

“I will fucking kill him i swear” John B mutters angrily to himself but you heard it loud and clear.

“No B John, I’m okay, I’m fine i promise” even if it won’t convince him entirely, you still give him a weak smile anyways which he returns sympathetically.

“Its not worth crying over”

“You can do better”

“He didn’t deserve you anyways”

All that went through deaf ears. You know they are absolutely right and are only trying their best to cheer you up but its just not exactly what you want to hear right now. You already know that you deserved better so you don’t need to hear them tell you again.

When you left I lost a part of me

It's still so hard to believe

Come back baby, please

'Cause we belong together

Who else am I gon' lean on

When times get rough

Who's gonna talk to me on the phone

Till the sun comes up

Who's gonna take your place

There ain't nobody better

Oh, baby baby, we belong together

“Yo whats going on here?” You heard a boyish laugh coming from your right and there he stood, unknowing to the current situation happening between you pogues. Pope glances at you and you send two short nods his way, meaning- just act freakin’ normal.

“Hey JJ, man, where you been?” Pope launches himself onto JJ and drags him away. Whilst Kie and Sarah are still tightly holding you in their embrace, John B gives you girls one last squeeze before following the two.

“John, please don’t do anything. Not now” you plead. He gives you an encouraging smile, silently telling you that it’ll be okay.

You don’t miss the way the blond male cranes his neck towards you and once you locked eyes all you saw was genuine concern evident on his beautiful face. He furrows his eyebrows as he looked you over. You’re not hiding your tears because you want him to know that he broke you.

As if a light bulb had been switched on in his mind, his cerulean eyes widen at the sudden realization of what was going on, on why Pope was so quick to pull him away from the group.

Taking a few steps forward but before he could make it to where you stood, you shake your head at him and back up quickly and before you knew it, you’re speed walking away with your two bestfriends close behind.

I can't stop loving you. You betray my affections and leave my heart in shattered disarray of pieces. Every single time you steal a part of me, and you make it impossible for me to put myself together.

And yet, I always come back around to you. Why is that? Perhaps I hope that you return what you've stolen. You never do. You just take more. And for you, more is never enough.

You can take me, you can take my heart, you can take the hearts of a million and it would never be enough for you. Your blood is cold. Your heart can't love anything but itself. You smile, and it's intoxicating.

Your fingers brush through my hair, and it's addicting. You laugh, and it's contagious. You and your flirtatious self. You know what you do to me.

You don't mind the company, but you know that you could never, would never return the love I shared with you.

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