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nirikeehan · 10 months ago

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wip wednesday??

okay I haven't done this in a thousand years but @theluckywizard tagged me... and I recently went insane after playing the game Road 96 and decided I needed to write a 12k long deep dive on the character Jarod.

...If you know, you know.

Anyway, it's called A Small Victorious War and the first chapter is already on AO3. Here is a bit from chapter 2, where he's looking for his missing teenage daughter, Lola, after she ran away to join a terrorist group.

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He made a few calls and knocked on a few doors. He learned Mr. Winters had also left town, which set the familiar fury simmering in his gut. A group of these Brigade members were headed deep into the south, in Petria’s vast desert region. Aside from the oil fields, the area was mostly undeveloped, which meant they would be difficult to track.

And then there was the note. Please don’t look for me. He’d pursued people who didn’t want to be found before, and the rocks one had to overturn were usually unpleasant for everyone involved. He’d walked away from some of those with regrets.

“This is our daughter, Jarod,” Maria said over the phone. “It’s different. How could you not want her home safe?”

He didn’t say they should respect her wishes, exactly. He was less articulate, angrier, perhaps a bit accusatory about why Lola might choose to run away from her mother’s residence, where she spent most of her time.

“Don’t you dare try to blame me for this,” his ex-wife said. “She’s sixteen years old. She’s too young to know what’s in her own best interest. You were always too easy on her. You let her do whatever she wanted, and look what’s happened.”

Jarod hung up on her then, because otherwise he would start screaming. No, he never would have encouraged Lola to join a terrorist group. But he had, looking back on it, encouraged her to think for herself, which was maybe just as bad.

He imagined finding whatever compound the Brigades had taken her to, and dragging her out by the arm, kicking up dust as they went, the hatred bright in her eyes. I’ll never forgive you, she spat, and wrenched away from him when he got her into the cab, his fingerprints on her skin already beginning to bruise. It was this image he couldn’t shake, no matter how hard he tried. And he remembered how passionate she was about the idea that conditions in Petria could improve. She truly seemed to think it possible.

So he stopped looking.

His apartment was quiet that summer, and so was he, saying little more than the rote script required of him in his daily life. So where we headed today with Happy Taxi? And when Maria called he would tell her he’d let her know if he made any progress and she would ask him if he was drunk, and he would hang up again, angry, because his speech wasn’t that slurred.

Then, as summer melted into September, he received mail from Lola.

He called Maria immediately, the words blurring on the page, his mind racing too fast to properly absorb them. “I got the letter,” he said when she picked up, to which Maria said, “What letter?” and Jarod became very quiet.

Lola had, apparently, only written to him.

He had assumed that Lola would, as a matter of course, write to both parents. As he stood there, at the side table by the door of his apartment, reading the letter by the light of the streetlamp outside, he tried to ascertain why it was him she chose. He gripped the phone tighter in his hand and breathed slowly.

“She’s all right,” he said, because at least that much seemed accurate.

“Where is she?” Maria demanded. “Is she coming home?”

“Doesn’t say,” he said. The letter was dated the fifth of September, postmarked the sixth. Today was the eighth, meaning it must have been mailed somewhere within a hundred miles, to be delivered with such swiftness. So she was likely back in the north. The return address was a P.O. Box, but listed a town he didn’t recognize and suspected to be fabricated.

“Jarod, what does it say?” Maria asked.

A few other things, including something “big” that would “change everything” in four days. Given the date on the letter, that meant tomorrow. This was, he suspected, why she wrote to him and not her mother. The promise of results. That her actions weren’t only frivolity. That she’d been right that day in his living room, grasping his arm, full of fervent hope.

And she’d also signed it, in her signature way, All my love, except it was encased in a word bubble and spoken by a cartoon dinosaur that she had drawn, which made him think perhaps she had forgiven him for the plastic dinosaur incident. He wanted desperately to write her back and tell her it wasn’t too late, that she could still walk away from this, still go to university and study paleontology, he would help her, he would do anything.

“She says she loves us,” Jarod lied, “and that she’ll be in touch again soon.”

#wip wednesday #road 96 #jarod road 96 #road 96 fanfic #road 96 spoilers #i guess??#of course this is the character i became unwell about #jarod belongs in the sewer with samson #but i love a good tragic villain origin story #dude literally gave me nightmares and yet here i am #typical

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blu-joons · 3 years ago

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CHRISTMAS A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Pyo Jihoon

A ⇴ ACTIVITIES

The two of you were up for anything at Christmas, you loved getting involved with as much as you could and spending as much time as possible with all of the people that meant the most to the two of you too.

B ⇴ BAKING

Jihoon tended to hang around whenever you baked at Christmas and try and sneak a bit of food his way. If you were done with the mixing bowl then he would often coincidentally offer to start washing up, but you could tell straight away that he had ulterior motives, often catching him out of the corner of your eye clearing the bowl out with his finger, tasting the mixture, unaware that you were onto him.

C ⇴ CHRISTMAS EVE

Being at home was one of Jihoon’s favourite things about Christmas Eve, being able to look around the room and see many members of either yours or his family staring back at him was one of the things he loved the most, finally beginning to really feel Christmassy as he found himself surrounded with his loved ones.

D ⇴ DECORATING

You both loved decorating your home at Christmas, it was always an occasion that involved maximum effort. You would have the music blaring through your speakers and plenty of snacks lying around that you could rewards yourselves with for each decoration that you put up too. You would do everything together, making sure that you were both were in agreement as to where every decoration went.

E ⇴ EVENTS

Amongst your friends, the two of you were very well known for your Christmas party that you held each year to get all of your friends together. Your get together was in fact one of the dates on the Christmas calendar that your friends counted down to the most, they were always loud and always very busy too, but when the party came to an end and everyone was heading home, they would definitely be feeling Christmassy.

F ⇴ FOOD

You were very much in charge of all of the food in your house, Jihoon tried to get involved but he never quite managed to get the trick. You loved trying to get him involved, however as soon as you watched him try and peel a vegetable or stir a sauce on the hob, you quickly pushed him away. It made very little sense to you how one person could struggle with cooking so much, especially when Christmas was so easy to cook for.

G ⇴ GIFT GIVING

He both loved giving and receiving presents at Christmas, although he loved to spoil the people who he was particularly fond of, Jihoon still loved the nerves and impatience of waiting to see what he had received too.

H ⇴ HOLIDAY HOME

You always wanted to be at home at Christmas time and make the most of your free time. Jihoon especially liked staying overnight at one of your family’s homes over Christmas so that the two of you could really feel as if you were home rather than just stopping off and doing a flying visit on Christmas Day.

I ⇴ ICE

Going ice skating was one of the few things that Jihoon wasn’t a massive fan of at Christmas, as he could never quite master the skill. He hated being able to watch you fly around rink so easily, and he especially hated having to rely on you to hold his hand so that he could balance well enough to get around the rink.

J ⇴ JOY

Being in busy environments tended to make Jihoon happy at Christmas, he loved being around as many people as possible and seeing everyone enjoying Christmas too. If someone wasn’t quite feeling the Christmas spirit, then Jihoon would be the first one over to them and trying to get them back in the mood.

K ⇴ KIDS

You loved seeing the looks on kids faces whenever the two of you walked around the city at Christmas. You often found that the two of you were even more excited than the kids at Christmas, but you tried your best to play it down so that neither of you humiliated yourselves too much over the holidays.

L ⇴ LOVE

Jihoon loved the amount of time that he had on his hands to be with you at Christmas, although he loved being surrounded by everyone else too, there was nothing more important than being with you. For much of the year he was constantly going in and out because of how busy he was at work, but Christmas was the one constant for you in the year when he would prove to you just how special you were to him.

M ⇴ MOVIES

The two of you loved sitting down to watch a film whenever you found yourselves with a bit of spare time on your hands. You had your favourites, and usually you would end up watching them multiple times a year too, there was something about repeating Christmas films that you loved, never doing it with any other films.

N ⇴ NAUGHTY OR NICE

As much as he loved to joke around with you, Jihoon would still always end up on your nice list, he was constantly making you laugh and cheering you up whenever he could which was a quality of his that you always adored.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with being around his friends and family at Christmas, whenever the two of you knew that something was going on, you were there, determined to make the most of the time with those important to you.

P ⇴ PRESENTS

Jihoon put a lot of effort into your presents, keeping them well hidden. Most of the time he kept the presents that he bought you at his parent’s house as he knew that you had a habit of sneaking around the house and trying to find what Jihoon had bought you, never quite having the patience to wait until Christmas.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

The two of you were a team in just about everything that you did at Christmas, and so whenever you spotted the other doing something you would never be afraid to ask if they needed a bit of help, or just some company instead.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

You were used to having fake trees at Christmas, however on the year that you decided to buy a real tree, it was chaos for you both. By the time you had managed to get it up to your apartment, the two of you were tempted to quickly get rid of it too, having spent hours loading it up and driving around with it too.

S ⇴ SNOW

Every time it snowed, the two of you were well known for how dramatic your snowball fights were. Whilst other couples would usually team together, you and Jihoon always went straight after each other, you’d try your hardest to beat the other down to the floor, proving once again just how competitive you both are.

T ⇴ TRADITION

Being the big kids that the two of you were at Christmas, you both still had the tradition of hanging stockings on the ends of your bed, buying each other presents to fill them with and opening first thing on Christmas Day.

U ⇴ UNDERNEATH THE MISTLETOE

There was mistletoe all over your home at Christmas so that Jihoon had as many excuses around the house to be able to kiss you as possible, making sure that no room missed out on having mistletoe hung up in it.

V ⇴ VACATION

You had ended up going on vacation once as Jihoon was away from home for the holidays, but as much as you enjoyed it, it never was the same. The two of you both hated being away from your families and alone at Christmas.

W ⇴ WRAPPING

The two of you were a great team when it came to wrapping, it barely ever took you any time as the two of you had the perfect system between you both.

X ⇴ XXXX

He loved being affectionate with you at Christmas, it was as if there was an extra spring in his step during the holidays, you’d usually find Jihoon kissing you a lot more as he wouldn’t be able to stay away from you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his favourite present, nothing ever topped being able to spend the year with you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Together the two of you were like two big kids on Christmas Eve as you tried to fall asleep, the two of you were still excited to wake up on Christmas Day, it never mattered how old you got, that never changed between you both.

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promise-ill-be-blog · 8 years ago

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Call (Block B P.O Scenario)

Requested

Admin: Zion

POV: Second (male x female)

Genres: Fluff

Jihoon stared down at the dark display of his phone. It had been nearly twenty four hours since the last time he had talked to you and it was concerning him. He had tried calling and texting you, but you hadn’t answered. He was aware you were at work, but normally if you were busy you would text him and tell him so. You hadn’t even told him goodnight last night.

He attempted to call you one more time, but got sent to voicemail. Giving up, he snatched his keys off the counter and shrugged on a jacket. If you weren’t going to talk to him, then he would go to you and find out what was going on. As far as he remembered he hadn’t done anything to upset you and even if you were angry with him, you would have told him rather than shutting him out.

He took the steps two at a time and practically ran to his car, speeding to the hospital you worked at. By the time he reached the front desk of the dermatology wing, he was breathing heavily from panic and running.

“Hello, sir. Do you have an appointment?” The receptionist asked.

“Uh, no. I came here to see Dr. (Y/N). Is she in today?”

She frowned and looked at what must have been a schedule. “No, sir. She isn’t in today. She’ll be in tomorrow, though.”

He thanked the woman and left. If you weren’t at work then you must be at your place, but you hadn’t told him that you were taking today off. Unless he had forgotten.

Instead of knocking on the door, he used the key you had given him a few months after you had started dating. He left his shoes at the door and started looking for you. After searching your entire apartment, he still couldn’t find you. He decided to sit on the couch and thought that he could just wait for you to get home. A few minutes into his restless waiting, his phone started going off, notifying him of an incoming call. He picked up when he saw that you were the one calling him.

“Where are you?” You asked, skipping any form of a greeting.

“At your house. You haven’t been answering my texts or calls and when I checked the hospital they said that you were off. I figured you were at home but you’re not. Where are you?”

“...I’m at your house. I wanted to surprise you with a movie and food. I hadn’t been responding to you because I didn’t want to risk ruining the surprise.”

Jihoon let out an exhale of laughter and rubbed his face. “Then I guess I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“I love you, Jihoon.”

“I love you, too.”

P.O faked surprise when he walked into his living room and saw the options menu for ‘Dragon Blade’ on the screen and various foods and drinks arranged on the coffee table.

“Cut it out,” You said between giggles. “You don’t have to act like you didn’t know about what was supposed to be a surprise. Sit down. I’m hungry and I haven’t ate all day.”

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kpopstarsreact · 8 years ago

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“I guess it wasn’t meant to be...” - P.O Jihoon

Pairing: P.O x Reader

Genre: fluff (no trigger warnings)

Prompt: “I guess it wasn’t meant to be…”

Word count: 461

A/N: Hello my dear @epic-liar!! I finally got this done for you <333 I hope you love it!! ^.^

writing below the cut~

Jihoon grimaced as he looked back down the beach towards the spot you two had chosen to set your things down. He had gotten a little too exited looking at all the foreign snacks and ended up buying a few too many...

With you down at the other side of the beach, it was up to him to make his way through the crowded boardwalk and back to you alone.

All I came here for was to buy ice cream for Y/n... Jihoon thought sadly as he felt the first droplets of the melting ice cream hitting his hands. I guess I should have gotten the ice cream last.

He gave one last look over his shoulder at the vendor waving goodbye at him before starting forward. He could barely see over the bags of chips, cones of fries, ice cream, and other various snacks piled into his arms.

He had never apologized so many times in his life. “Sorry, sorry!” was all he could say as he repeatedly bumped into almost everyone that tried to pass him.

Once he finally got to the stairs and could finally see you just beyond the nearest sunbathers, he breathed a sigh of relief-

Until he realized he had miscalculated the distance between the smooth boardwalk and the first step downwards.

Jihoon immediately fell forward, his arms flinging out to release the snacks he had just bought, ice cream included, only to catch himself moments later on the railing.

Jihoon had saved himself just in time before his knees, face, or hands had hit the stairs but...

“Ahhh!! Are you serious?!?”

“Jihoon, what the hell??” Y/n had run up to him the moment they had seen him falling. “How many snacks did you get? I thought you were just getting ice cream! Jesus.” Y/n looked around, shaking their head slowly as Jihoon straightened up on the stair case. “There are chips and fries everywhere.”

He grimaced the moment you realized he’d dropped the ice cream in the sand too, your eyes widening in disbelief. “Well Y/n... I guess it just wasn’t meant to be...”

“Pyo Jihoon you better turn your butt back and get me my ice cream!” Y/n laughed despite the fact that the one thing they had wanted was completely ruined by Jihoon’s clumsiness. “I won’t go without it just because you decided you wanted to sample the local food!”

He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck before nodding quickly in agreement. “Yah, sorry Y/n. Come on, lets go together this time so I don’t drop everything again.”

“Wait, everything? Are you seriously getting all those snacks again Jihoon?”

“Well duh!!” He laughed at Y/n’s indignant look. “I dropped all of it in the sand! I can’t eat it now! Thankfully this time though, I have you to help me carry it.”

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illshowyourhurricanes · 5 years ago

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Heat Wave

This drabble turned 2000+ word one shot is brought to you by this fantastic request from @the-blind-assassin-12:

This took forever and took a completely different direction than the one I had planned. Thank y’all for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Image prompt 8: Ryan Brenner x reader (related to Bah, Humbug and In the Line of Fire (part two) which can both be found in my masterlist)

Rating: PG for slight language

Word count: 2167

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When you’d left home at the crack of dawn for a job interview— which had gone surprisingly well thanks to Starbucks and an extra shot of espresso— you’d needed something far warmer than the lightweight blazer you’d grabbed on your way out the door. Now, just before noon, you had shed your blazer that had proven to be insufficient earlier, yet you still felt hot in just your sleeveless blouse and pencil skirt. You thought a perk of moving farther up north would be the mild, temperate climate. It was your first Indian summer, though you’d lived in the area for a year, and you had decided it was bullshit. What had happened to the cool, crisp autumn you’d fallen in love with a year ago?

When you pulled open the heavy glass door of the post office, a cold blast of air but your skin, and you stepped inside quickly. The air conditioning felt absolutely fantastic, and you briefly wondered if people would notice if you lingered for awhile, just to soak up the cool temperature, maybe until you were even a little chilly.

You smiled at the thought as you arrived at your box, smack in the middle of the wall of post office boxes belonging to other people. There was a wall of boxes on your left, another on the back wall— yours on the right—and there were more just down the corridor. You rummaged in your bag to find the tiny brass key for P.O. Box 257, tucked away in a zippered compartment in your purse. After the third time it had fallen off your key ring, you decided to hide it away in a more safe, reliable place.

After locating your key and unlocking your box, you stared at the unexpected abundance of envelopes that had piled up over the last week. Who knew so many people still send paper mail? It took two times reaching into the small box to pull out every piece of mail, mostly tuning out to be junk or credit card companies offering you low interest rates. Only then was the box empty— almost. Retrieving the one remaining piece of mail at the bottom of your box, you smiled as you realized who it was from, locking the box back before giving the postcard a good look. It was rare that Ryan sent you postcards.

They were usually letters tucked away inside envelopes, words hidden for only you to see. The decorative side of the card displayed a vintage style print, a drawing of a wooden fence leading out onto a beach of white sand bordering sky blue waters. Welcome to Orange Beach! it boasted in a series of light green block letters, fading into yellow.

You flipped the card around to see Ryan’s familiar handwriting, a mixture of print that sometimes led off to a few letters of scrawled script:

Just passing through. All the sunshine brings you to mind. See you soon.

You could hear the cadence of his voice, the dropping off of the G at the end of certain words, the slight twang that tugged at his pronunciation of vowels. Your smile grew into a grin as you glanced at the postmark, reading September 3rd. Your eyes widened into saucers as you recalled today’s date. Ryan’s postcard must have gotten lost in the shuffle of the mail circuit— the post date was over two weeks ago.

You shrugged it off and secured your key back into the small pocket on the inside of your purse just before tucking Ryan’s postcard inside. With an armful of the rest of your mail, you braced yourself for the assault of the inevitable sweltering heat.

Fucking Indian summer.

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Ryan was just passing through after a rousing five days in Virginia, where he’d met up with Georgie. Where he was going next was still on the table. Instead of restless, he felt fulfilled, still riding the high of busking with his close friend, both of them splitting the money they’d made halfway. He and Georgie played well together, and it usually paid off. He’d shedded his coat and hoodie, managing to stuff the hoodie into his pack and hang the thicker layer around one of the straps of the large bag. His ever-present guitar case, the black leather wearing off around the edges, was clutched tightly in his right hand as he paused near a crosswalk. Squinting in the sunlight, he was grateful for the small shadow the bill of his cap provided. With the transition of the streetlights from green to yellow to red, he crossed the street and walked one more block to reach the post office.

He was low on stamps, had just two left to be exact. Ryan kept in touch with a handful of people and had a flip phone, but he preferred writing letters. They felt more personal, gave him the time to think about what he was saying and write them in a way that he’d stumble on while talking. There were also times when his phone would be dead for days.

It was mid-July, the thick of the summer, and he could feel beads of sweat forming along his forehead, though it was before noon. The old government building was once red-bricked, but had been washed with white in order to modernize the place. The upkeep added a nice touch as well, neatly trimmed bushes contrasting against the bright paint. He pulled at the metal handle on the right of a set of non-paned French doors, the temperature of the air inside bringing instant relief. The building was eerily quiet, the only sounds lowered voices at one end of the building, the light scraping of paper against metal as patrons picked up their mail. Turning toward the sounds of conversation, he walked down the corridor and turned with the layout of the building.

He was surprised at the line of people waiting, a few solitary people in casual attire, one or two dressed in clothing appropriate for the workplace littered between. There was a mother with a stroller holding a sleeping toddler, an elderly couple, and one woman alone in front of him. He nodded politely as you turned your head to the side in curiosity in order to see what type of brave soul had come up behind you to patiently wait for their turn. You saw a man who was about your age, and offered him a friendly smile, turning around to face him.

Ryan instantly found you absolutely stunning. Your smile brightened your entire face, your features all striking, as if they’d been hand-picked specifically for you..

“Good morning,” you said, greeting him casually as if the two of you had been acquainted a long time ago, old friends. “How about that heat wave?”

Ryan chuckled, surprised at your unaffected manner and genuine friendliness. He noticed the way you surveyed his clothing, eyes quickly glancing to your guitar case before lifting to his face again. Your expression hadn’t changed or faltered a bit, that smile still in place. That was a rarity, something Ryan hadn’t come across in quite some time.

He returned your smile with a slightly crooked smile of his own. There’s some thin’ about this woman, he thought to himself. She’s authentic. A good heart, a kind soul. A fire burning within her. Ryan thought that if she was burning bright, he’d volunteer to stand a bit too close to her flames and would pay no mind to the sharp sting of a burn.

“Mornin’,” he replied good-naturedly. “I think I’m used to all sorts of weather, but then a heat wave hits and reminds me I’m wrong.” Ryan looked at you with warm eyes, spoke with a low drawl that made you weak. “Name’s Ryan, pleasure to meet you.”

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It was eerily quiet when you got home, but the silence was just what you needed. You felt like you needed about three showers to wash away the sweat and sticky humidity that clung to your skin, and the only thing that delayed you was the kicking off of your shoes and dumping your purse and mail onto your couch.

After your shower, water temperature lukewarm at best, you felt human again, revitalized. You’ve mulled around ideas for dinner in the back of your mind, made a quick detour into your bedroom, and returned to that couch you’d tossed your things upon, holding a shoebox. Opening the box as you sat and balancing it in your lap, you reached for your purse, pulling out the postcard you’d received, albeit two weeks too late.

Lifting the thick stack of envelopes that were quickly outgrowing their box, you slipped the postcard picture-down into the bottom of the shoebox. Smiling softly, you brought your legs up, crossing them like a child, and plucked several envelopes from the middle of your stack, devouring the letters that you’d read dozens of times before.

Y/N,

Made a quick decision to hop off in New Orleans before heading off toward Chicago. The train station here is directly connected to a streetcar line that leads straight into the French quarter. Maybe I’ll take a ride next time. Maybe you’ll take one with me.

I thought about you most of the day, the way you’d stop to listen to a three-piece zydeco band in Jackson square. I imagine how you’d look with powdered sugar on the tip of your nose from beignets, and the slow nod of approval when you taste real, authentic gumbo.

I heard the roaring of a streetcar clacking over its tracks and knew that I needed to write to you that very second. I miss you, Y/n. Wish it was me & you riding that streetcar to wherever it would take us.

Ryan

Have you ever been to Vegas, Y/N? Beyond all the neon lights, the ritzy hotels and big-name shows, the electricity of the city shifts. Contrary to what other people might think, it’s a great place to play music, beyond the strip, along a street lined with benches and a slight change of pace.. more of a scenic, less chaotic feeling. People stop, and they listen. Really listen. Sometimes I’ll get accolades instead of money, but that’s what it’s all about— telling stories with hope that people can enjoy them and relate.

It’s time for me to go out for the day. Can’t wait until you’re the audience I’m singing to.

Ryan

Y/N,

I’m just writing to tell you that Memphis not only has the best bbq, but also the best peach cobbler. Georgia’s got nothing on Tennessee.

Ryan

Sometimes, when you really thought about it in retrospect, it was wild. In the space of time that you and Ryan shared as a unit, an entire human could be born; the biology of. growing from cells into a living, breathing, viable human being. An entire new life could be created.

And throughout the last nine months, you, with Ryan’s help, had created a new life of your own. You had a boyfriend, one who was absent far more than he was around, yet managed to never weaken his connection. No matter where in the country Ryan’s trains took him, he’d write. There was no way for you to write back to a man with no address, not in a manner of space and time anyway. But in your new life, none of it was liner. The only time that mattered was when Ryan was there with you, and that was when he got your letters. You always responded, saving your words to give to him next time.

Next time. You slid folded paper back into envelopes, a grin breaking into your face as you heard the sound of heavy boots over your wooden porch. Dropping Ryan’s letters back into the shoebox right on time, you replaced the lid as the door opened and shut. There was a soft thudding of his guitar case being set into a corner, and you stood to pad through the house in bare feet.

You met Ryan in the kitchen, watching him down almost an entire cold bottle of water. You adored this man who had needed to buy stamps while stopped in your town, stepping into the post office you’d been waiting in, all by chance. You had never been happier than when Ryan was home.

“Good afternoon,” you greeted him. As he set aside his bottle of water, you rose to your tiptoes to give him a kiss, his lips chilled from the water. Snaking your arms around him, you leaned back and looked at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “How about that heat wave?”

#dani's 150 followers event #drabble requests #image 8 #ryan brenner x reader

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kpoppwriter · 5 years ago

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it’s your carat anon again hehe i saw that you were doing 4k drabbles and wanted to congratulate you for such a big milestone 🥺💞 to get to know you better, what groups do you stan and who are your biases and wreckers? 👀 you can call me sunshine anon if you want hehe - ☀️

Thank you!!! I’m very proud of what I’ve built here 💖

I have a lot of groups stan so I’ll just lust them and my biases and wreckers

Seventeen - bias: Choel, Gyu, DK, Hoshi, Chan, Han

- wrecker: literally everyone else

Pentagon - bias: Hui, Changgu

- wrecker: Kino, Hongseok Yuto, Wooseok

EXO - bias: Junmyeon, Kris

- wrecker: Baek, Yeol, Soo, Lay, Minseok

GOT7 - bias: JB

- wrecker: Jackson, Jinyoung

NCT - bias: Taeyong, Lucas, Jaehyun, Yuta

- wrecker: Johnny, Ten, Mark

SHINee - bias: Forever Jonghyun

- wrecker: Minho, Jinki

Day6 - bias: Young K

- wrecker: Jae, Sungjin

Wanna One - bias: Seungwoo

- wrecker: Daniel, Jisung

Block B - bias: P.O

- wrecker: Zico, Ukwon

I have a lot of groups I’m fan of but wouldn’t say I stan. Who are yours??

#sunshine anon #☀️ anon

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haikyuupenpals · 5 years ago

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FAQ

I have a question that wasn’t answered! If we haven’t answered your question here, you can contact the mods through twitter, tumblr, or directly by email at: [email protected]

(We’ll continue to update the FAQ with answers to participant questions!)

General Information

What is Sincerely, Haikyuu?

Sincerely, Haikyuu aims to connect Haikyuu!! fans around the world through old-fashioned physical letter writing. Inspired by the Final Fantasy Pen Pal Palooza, it’s a fun way to make some new friends, be creative, and spread a bit of joy! (Or at least give each other something to look forward to).

Sign-up through our Google Form and the mods will match you with another Haikyuu!! fan. Once sign-ups are sent out, you’ll have two weeks to write a letter to your pen pal (and, yes, it must be a letter. Packages are outside of the scope of this event, and may only be sent in addition to a physical letter. See specific FAQ for details).

Then, after a few weeks (or longer, depending on the postal service in your country), you’ll receive a letter from your pen pal in the mail!

I’m a minor, can I still participate?

Yes, but minors must have their parent(s) or guardian(s) permission to share their address. Since minors are allowed to participate, no NSFW content will be allowed in the letters, and we ask you to be respectful to your pen pal.

On the sign-up form, there will be a place for you to indicate whether you are willing to be matched with an adult, a minor, or either. You are welcome to request not to be matched with an adult / minor for any reason.

Please review our Minor Policy for more information.

What if the mail services in my country are experiencing major delays or other issues?

Postal services worldwide have been affected by the current situation. There are no deadlines for when letters need to arrive, so please don’t let delays stop you from signing up if that is your only concern! However, if mail is frequently being lost or destroyed in your area, or if you have health concerns about receiving mail from your local postal service, please consider carefully when deciding to sign up.

I can’t send a real letter - is there an option to send an email instead?

Since this event is specifically focused on sending real, physical letters to your pen pal, we won’t be having an all-digital option. Logistically, it’s just too complicated for us two mods to run both a physical letter sending event and a virtual letter sending event at the same time. We apologize if this means that some of you won’t be able to participate.

What if I need to drop out of the event?

Please let us know as soon as possible if you need to drop out! We get it—life can get in the way, and it's totally okay if you need to drop out for any reason. We will find a new pen pal for your assigned partner.

Pen Pal Sign-Ups

How do I sign-up?

You can sign-up through this Google Form! Sign-ups will be open through July 13th, 2020 (closing at 11:59PM Pacific Time). The form will take approximately 15 minutes to fill out.

Is there an option to only send a letter within my own country?

Yes! The sign-up form will ask for your country of residence (i.e. where you’ll be sending your letter from), and whether you’re willing to send an international letter. If you answer “no,” moderators will match you up with a pen pal within your own country. If there are no participants from within your country, mods will contact you during the matching period.

Do I have to provide my legal name?

No. You will be asked to provide a name for your letter address, but this does not need to be your legal name. Any moniker will work.

In addition, the name you provide for your address does not need to be the same as the name you ask your pen pal to address you by, or the name you give the mods for internal communication. You can provide different names for all three of these situations, if you’d like to.

What are you doing to protect my personal information?

Please refer to our Data Privacy and Protection policy for the full explanation on how your data is being used, protected, and distributed to your pen pal.

Pen Pal Matching

How will pen pals be matched?

After sign-ups close, pen pals will be matched up in a 1-to-1 scenario. You’ll send a letter to your pen pal, and your pen pal will send a letter to you. This was chosen to make any necessary partner switching a little easier and to minimize the amount of personal information being shared.

Moderators will try to match you with a pen pal that has similar interests to you based on what you wrote in the sign-up form, but we may not have an exact match (especially keeping in mind your mailing preferences). One of the goals of this exchange is to introduce participants to new people, so it’s likely that you won’t know your recipient. We encourage you to introduce yourself in your letter and ask questions!

When can I talk to my pen pal?

If your penpal has shared their social media handles, you are welcome to reach out as soon as matches go out to ask for clarifications, optional gift preferences, or just to chat. If no social media handles have been provided, you will have to communicate the old-fashioned way in your letters!

If you don’t have your penpal’s social media handles but need to ask an important question before letters are sent, please reach out to a mod, and we’ll help facilitate communication.

Will I be able to switch pen pals?

We will do our best to match all participants with awesome partners. However, we understand that sometimes, partner switches need to happen. After pen pals are matched, there will be a short period where, if necessary, you can request to be matched with a new penpal. Please only request to switch partners if absolutely necessary.

Once all partnerships have been finalized, addresses will be sent, and you will no longer be able to switch pen pal partners. This is to minimize the amount of people who get access to confidential address information.

How will addresses be distributed?

After pen pal partners have been finalized, we will send addresses via email using GMail confidentiality mode. This will allow us mods to delete the email and the confidential information it contains after the event is complete.

If you are a GMail user, confidentiality mode emails will not look significantly different from normal emails. If you are not a GMail user, your email will include a link where you can view the email. Follow the prompts to verify your email and view your partner’s address.

Letter Creation

What do I put in my letter?

You can write about ANYTHING, with the exception of NSFW content. There’s no minimum word count, the only requirement is that you send a letter to your pen pal! We encourage you to ask each other questions, share headcanons, write drabbles, scribble doodles in the margins, or plaster your letter in stickers. Let your pen pal know what your favorite arc or episode is, relive your favorite moments from Haikyuu!!, or send photos of your keychain collection or cosplays. As long as it is SFW and fits in your envelope, feel free to send whatever you’d like.

If you’re comfortable, we also encourage you to share your social media, Discord, or AO3 usernames, so that y’all can find each other online after the exchange is over!

Can I include gifts for my pen pal? Can I send a package?

For this event, we’re requiring that you send a flat envelope to your pen pal. This envelope can still include little doodles, fic, stickers, and other small little gifts. If you’d like to send a package, in addition to your letter, you may choose to do so.

Do not feel obligated to send a gift to your pen pal. The only requirement for the event is to send a letter! This is not a secret santa event, but rather a pen pal letter exchange.

We have chosen to require a letter in a flat envelope to be sent for three main reasons: equity, ability to moderate, and current postal delay. First, we know that not everyone can afford to send a package -- requiring a letter makes this event more accessible to all people, without feeling obligated to send something extra. We also don’t have a structure in place to be able to moderate the packages people are sending. Finally, postal services around the world are seeing mail (and packages especially) being delayed. We don’t want your recipient waiting months and months for your gift to be received.

That being said, if you’d like to send a package, feel free to send one in addition to your letter! You could even mention in your letter that your pen pal can look forward to an additional package arriving. These will not be moderated in any way by the Sincerely, Haikyuu!! team, and we advise you to coordinate with your pen pal, if necessary.

If you are sending a package, make sure that you’re checking current postal guidelines, and be wary of sending any perishable goods with the current delay in shipping. Also check if the address provided by your pen pal is a P.O. box, as not all P.O. boxes can accept packages.

Letter Sending

Do letters need to be tracked?

We will have a Google form for participants to fill out to confirm that letters have been sent, but we will not require tracking for individual letters.

If you choose to send your pen pal an additional package, you may think about adding tracking to that package.

What happens at the end of the letter creation period?

All participants will be expected to confirm that they sent their letter (or communicate extenuating circumstances so that we can inform your recipient that their letter is delayed). This check-in will be a Google Form that will be distributed at the end of the letter creation period. Once you’ve received your letter, the event is complete!

Am I supposed to write a letter back?

Only if you want! It’s not required for the event, but if you want to mail a letter back to your pen pal, you can!

The primary goal of Sincerely, Haikyuu!! was to create a one-time pen pal exchange between fans of Haikyuu!!, not create long-term pen pals, but if you enjoy exchanging letters, we encourage you to continue!

I never received my letter!

Mail services all over the world are experiencing delays right now. Your letter may just be stuck somewhere in between you and your pen pal’s home. If you’re still worried about the state of your letter, please contact the mods!

Mod Contact

Who is running this event?

The mods for this event are Ry (rythyme) and Zoe (SoVeryAverageMe). You might know us from SportsFest 2018, an event we co-created and moderated.

During SportsFest 2018, we mailed out postcards with a personal note from the mod team to any participant that wanted one, as a souvenir from the event. (Even the postcard design itself was created by a Sportsfest participant!) Seeing everyone’s reactions to receiving them remains one of our favorite memories of the event, and we’re hoping that this pen pal exchange can inspire some of the same positive energy!

I have a question that wasn’t answered!

If we haven’t answered your question here, you can contact the mods through twitter, tumblr, or directly by email at: [email protected]

#mod post #faq

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idreamofhazel · 6 years ago

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Unrest

Serenity + Dean, requested by anonymous (One word drabble prompts are closed)

Characters: Dean Winchester

Word Count: 255

Category: angst

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

Dean threw the greeting card in the trash, right next to the empty whiskey bottles and styrofoam takeout container. He’d gotten at least five in the P.O. box everyday the past few days, all from hunters, some he knew, some who knew of him. Today there had only been one.

What a smartass, Dean thought to himself.

A week had passed, which is probably why the condolences had tapered off. People tend to go back to their normal schedules sometime after a tragedy, something Dean never could get quite right. He wasn’t built for stages or processing or whatever crap psychologists had come up with lately.

Which is why he knew this card was sent to him. Anyone who had heard anything about the Winchesters knew their penchant for saving each other despite the risks. This particular hunter probably thought he was staving off the next near-apocalypse by sending that card.

Dean sure as hell never had any serenity in the past and he hadn’t gained any since Sam’s last death, which was why he had a bag packed, ready for a trip to find God, demons, witches, demigods, angels--anyone who could bring his brother back.

Screw serenity, Dean thought as he sat in the Impala, slammed the door shut, and turned the key in the ignition, screw serenity and screw death. The Winchesters always find a way.

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#Dean winchester drabble #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural drabble #one word drabble

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felicityollies · 6 years ago

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“There is nothing wrong with you.” - olicity + william

olicity || teen || 698 || light angst || more drabbles

summary: oliver and felicity sit william down to discuss what happened in schoolwarning: homophobia and f-slur mentions

“What I want to know is how you kept your expulsion secret from us for so long?”

William looked at her as if he wasn’t sure he was supposed to answer that question. “I rewired their phone calls to you to me.”

Felicity paused in her pacing. She pressed her hands together and rested the tip of her fingers against her lips. Part of her was proud of her son for such quick thinking and hacking skills. On the other hand, she was supposed to be parenting and not internally squealing about her intelligent child.

“Shouldn’t they have sent letters?” she asked.

“I changed the address in the system to a p.o box.”

Oliver glared at her from his spot on the couch. “What have you been teaching him down in the bunker?”

“This is not my fault! This isn’t about me, this is about William getting expelled.”

William stood up, throwing his hands in the air. “I got into a fight. No big deal.”

“It is a big deal.” Oliver pointed to the couch and Will sat down again. “Why were you fighting?”

“You’re the one who told me to go for the nose…” William said obviously trying to deflect.

Felicity sighed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She worried about William. He had been so closed off lately. She felt like it was her fault. She chose to send him away but she was doing it out of necessity, right? Felicity wanted to keep Will safe. But she sent him away to get into fights at boarding school.

“What was the fight about?” she asked, softer this time.

Will looked down at his hands. “It’s not important.”

Felicity moved to sit beside him. “It is important. Please talk to us.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He sniffled.

Her heart clenched. She met Oliver’s gaze over the top of William’s head. He had the same worried expression written all over his face.

“We’re just worried about you, Will,” she said, squeezing his shoulders.

Will pushed her off of him. “Stop!” He pulled away from them and stood. “I don’t want your pity!”

“Buddy, we’re not pitying you. We don’t even know what happened.”

“I told you, I’m too old for buddy.”

William wiped at his face.

“Please, just tell us what happened,” Felicity whispered.

“Someone found out I had a crush on them and started a fight with me.”

“You hit a girl?” Oliver asked.

William looked at the floor but didn’t say anything.

Felicity grabbed onto Oliver’s arm and squeezed. When Oliver looked at her, she shook her head.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“What happened?” she pushed a little more.

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topbap · 7 years ago

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BLOCK-B SCENARIO - Keeping You Locked Up (Psycho!AU)

Anon said:

A/N: Oooof, I really enjoyed this and wanted to go a bit more “angst” but I didn’t because, well, you know how people are lmfao (if this does well I might do mini fics / drabbles on this?) it was so fun so thanks for the request xo

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER:

This is no way represents the members in real life, or how they actually are. They would never do anything like this, this is all made up for the story and entertainment purposes. Please do not read if you feel uncomfortable with the portrayal of them in this particular request - otherwise, please enjoy and understand this is just fiction!

WARNINGS -

- Mentions of emotional and physical abuse, based around being kidnap / held against will.

ZICO:

He wouldn't want you to even talk about anyone else, especially when he was there. He wouldn't even want you to talk about the same gender, never mind them of the opposite. He'd definitely have a different type of personality for every mood he was in. He'd be quite sadistic, and take pleasure in causing you bits of pain here and there. The only time he'd actually really hurt you is when he lost his temper if you ever tried to run away from him, he'd tell you how much he's done for you and hate that you feel that's an acceptable way to pay him back for his “hospitality”. He would most likely treat you like his toy, something that he can play with when he's bored, but he would still try and treat you what he thought was sweetly so you wouldn't try and think of running again. When he left the house, he'd always just gag you and handcuff you to the nearest, stable thing.

P.O:

He'd keep you locked away at all times but he would visit you often, he would make sure you had a comfortable room so you weren't moody with him. He would tease you a lot, and play with you, most likely he'd take joy in scaring you. He'd wear masks and plays with guns, he'd ask often enough if you'd like to play Russian roulette with him for him, he wouldn't like whenever you said no to him but he would quickly get over it and move on to the next thing. Whenever he came down he'd take selfies with you or videos together, he'd tell you it's because you're his friend and that he cares for you a lot. If you ever tried to escape he'd definitely chase you, he'd be like a serial killer out of a movie but he wouldn't actually hurt you, he'd just enjoy to see you running around like a headless chicken, scared. He wouldn’t bother to tie you up when he left, he would just let you roam around the house and he'd watch through CCTV to see what you'd do, but you still wouldn't be able to escape or ring anyone for help.

KYUNG:

He would totally be sadistic too, he would often practise his "party tricks" on you, whatever he decided they were for that day. He would do things like throwing knives at you or treating you like his pet, which he'd train to be good by using a whip. He'd mostly just hit near you to scare you, but he would quite often get up in your face, he would be completely be unpredictable, especially because he would be screaming and yelling then the next second he would be calm and smiling at you. He would give you a bit more freedom and let you roam around the house, knowing you wouldn't be able to escape because it was all high security and set up so only he could decided whether or not you could get out. If you did try and escape, he would punish you in which ever way he saw fit, depending on his mood; sometimes that would be locking you in a room without food and water, making you beg for forgiveness for hours, or just straight out hurting you. When he left he'd just simple hogtie you and leave you wherever he fancied.

TAEIL:

He'd be a lot calmer and more happy, but he would like to play mind games with you. He is very smart and likes to cause mayhem everywhere, even from the comfort of his own home, so he would often make you choose his next victim or what happens to someone. He wouldn't let you watch TV or anything that would include you with other people because he would get extremely jealous if you even thought about other people. He would be a lot more childish in the way he acted and would act as if you were close friends, as that's how he liked to see you both. If you were to ever ask for him to let you go or you said anything about the way he was he would probably snap and hit you, then immediately apologise after. If you ever tried to escape he would make you decide your own cruel punishment, he would have a particular thing for anything that involved timed things, especially bombs. But, he wouldn't want to blow you or his house up so he would play games that involved things like you escaping bounds in a certain time or something will happen to you. When he left, he'd probably do something dramatic like making you sit on a chair that was rigged to blow up if you got off it, and it could only be disarmed by him.

U-KWON:

He'd be the type to tease you, he'd initiate a lot of skin-ship and contact with you, he'd have a particular fondness of coming up behind you and whispering in your ears and kissing your neck, but he'd never usually go much further than that. He'd allow you to have more freedom but still limit you to the house, he'd most likely be the one to try and create a relationship with you. He'd get pretty angry if you ever showed interest to anyone other than him but he wouldn't try and stop you from watching TV or reading, in fact he'd find it cute to watch you tiptoe around things like that in case you upset him by enjoying watching shows too much and investing into the characters. He would probably watch you quite often, but when he left you alone he'd probably tie you down to your bed so you couldn't escape, then he would come back and untie you after a little while.

B-BOMB:

He would call you his, and he would be extremely possessive of you. He'd snap at you if he ever thought that you were even thinking of anyone else and he'd make sure you knew that you belonged to him and no one else. He would have you share the same room as him, bed and all, he would often buy you gifts and you'd have nice meals together, but he wouldn't let you leave the house unless it was for a very particular reason. He would be very manipulative and make you feel like you needed him all of the time, if you went against anything he said he'd instantly be angry and most likely emotionally or physically abusive. He'd call you his "prince/princess" and tell you that he is giving you everything, if you were to ever try and escape he would destroy a whole lot of things and throw you in a room for days. He would make you call him "sir" most of the time so he could prove that he was the one in control and the one with the dominance, when he left the house he would lock you in a room that didn't have a handle from the inside so he knew you couldn't escape under any circumstances.

JAEHYO:

He'd think of you like a pet and probably want you to stay around him most of the time, he'd often get in your face but not say a word, he would know how much control he could have over you with just a look. He'd call you things like his "good girl/boy", he'd always have you by his side but if you ever tried to escape he'd tell you how disappointed he would be in you and call you bad instead. He wouldn't punish you all in one go but instead drag it out for as long as he felt necessary, the more often you tried to run away, the worse and longer the punishment would get. When he left he'd chain you to a wall, the chains would usually be around your neck, and occasionally on your wrists too, he'd find it fitting as his "pet".

#block b #block b scenario #kpop #zico #p.o #b bomb #u kwon #taeil #kyung #jaehyo #kpop scenario #requested

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pyotatochip · 7 years ago

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Hii, can you make writing prompt #5 with zico? Thank you and have an amazing day 💖💖

Prompt: “That is not how you kidnap someone.”

Your ears rang. There was shouting, plaster dust falling from the walls as you ducked against a counter and covered your ears. You couldn’t make out what was being said, just yelling. More gunshots. You let out an involuntary yelp, cowering by the small amount of cover you had managed to find.

Suddenly, you were tugged to your feet by your ponytail, making you cry out in pain. You stood on wobbly legs, forced to look up at the tall man that held you hostage.

“Hey, you’re a cutie,” he said, eyes almost as fiery as his bright red hair. “We should hang on to you.”

You whimpered, tears streaming down your face as you eyed the shotgun in his other arm. He let go of your hair in favor of your arm, tugging you along with him and pushing you towards the back of the van they had arrived in. You stumbled, your knees weak, but you managed to catch yourself against the open door of the van, his grip still strong on your arm.

“P.O.!” A voice rung out, causing the tall man that was handling you to turn. “The hell are you doing?”

He nodded at you. “Hostage, boss.”

You trembled, looking at the man who had addressed your attacker. His sharp eyes appraised you quickly, sour expression unchanging. He tsked at him. “That is not how you kidnap someone,” he said, pulling you out of his grasp. “Go help Taeil.”

“You got it, boss.” The red head disappeared from your sight.

“P-please,” you whimpered, hoping to find some mercy. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Save it, princess,” he muttered, pulling your arms behind your back and producing zipties for your wrists. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

You yelped as the zipties tightened. “W-what are you going t-to do with me?”

He laughed lightly, his breath hot on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “Nothing you don’t want to do. Relax.”

He guided your steps into the back of the van, and everything in you told you to resist. Somehow, your body couldn’t - you couldn’t do anything but comply with his requests. He sat you down on a bench and ziptied your makeshift cuffs to the bar that ran along the length of the van. Tears continued to stream freely down your face, wishing you had told your mother you loved her before you left the house that morning.

“Hey, princess,” his voice was gentler than before, taking you by surprise as he kneeled in front of you. “I’m being serious. I won’t let them hurt you.”

You nodded, your eyes still stinging.

He reached up and wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll take good care of you. You’ll get everything you want. You’ll even be able to visit your family.”

You gulped. “What if I want to stay when I visit?”

A sly grin crossed his face. “You won’t want to, I promise.”

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#gota tiny bit carried away here lol #block b #zico #woo jiho #block b scenario #zico scenario #woo jiho scenario #drabble

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spacedootles · 7 years ago

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Masterlist

Fluff - ❤ Smut - ♛

Angst - ☁ Violence/Death - ☠

✿ Candi:

Here is my face if you are interested in seeing what I look like!

Monsta X:

Hyungwon: Professor - ♛ Friends Don’t Do That - ♛ ❤

Wonho: Touch Yourself - ♛ Hatred - ♛ ☁ ☠ Teach Me - ♛ Secret Admirer - ❤ Ashamed - ❤ Slip Up - ❤ ☁

Jooheon: Hurt Me - ♛ ☠

Shownu: Is it A Ring? - ❤ Lazy Day - ♛ ❤

Minhyuk: Desire - ♛ A Lesson - ♛ Photoshoot - ♛ Him - ☁ ❤

Kihyun: A Gift - ♛ Intimate - ♛ ❤

BTS:

Jimin: More than Friends - ♛ Busy - ♛ Confessions - ♛ ❤ Coffee Shop - ❤ Meant To Be - ❤

Taehyung: Smoking Area - ♛

Jungkook: Case Closed - ♛

Reactions

BTS React To You Waking Up From A Nightmare

Block B:

Zico: Unnecessary Jealousy - ♛

P.O.: Business - ♛

Park Kyung: Time - ☁

Reactions:

GF sets up a romantic dinner when they’re stressed

Jaehyo seeing you crying in your sleep

OT7: Your pretty face is going to hell (Mafia AU) - ☠

NCT 127: Makeup look inspired by Cherry Bomb MV

Yuta: Not a Monster - ❤ ☠ Cherry Blossom - ❤

Jaehyun: What’s Wrong with Me - ❤ ☁

Reactions

NCT 127 reaction to their parents disapproving of their alternative girlfriend.

SEVENTEEN:

Seokmin: Opposites Attract - ❤

Minghao: Misunderstanding - ❤ ☁ Fortune Teller - ❤

Mingyu: No More Routine: Part 1- ❤ ☁ Part 2 - ♛ ☁

Dino: From Vanilla to Kinky - ♛

GOT7

Yugyeom: Trust No One - ☁ ☠

B.A.P

Daehyun: Encounter - ♛☠☁

✿ Mimi:

BTS:

Jungkook: Bad Day - ❤ , ☁ Mine - ♛ Of Ancient Caves and Wonders - ❤

Jimin: Coincidence - Pt.1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - BONUS ♛ , ❤ , ☁ Can I help you, Officer? - ♛ Cliches - ❤ , ☁ Don’t Be Jealous - ♛

Yoongi: You have received a message - ❤ , ☁ (MOBILE VER.) Limerence - ❤ , ☁ The Agust D Costume - ❤ Reactions

When your boyfriend is mean to you and they cheer you up

SEVENTEEN:

Wonwoo: Match Made in Heaven - ❤ In Your Arms (WW2!AU) - ☁ , ❤

Hoshi: Quietus - ☁ , ❤ , ☠

Mingyu: The Stars Above the Chaos - ♛ , ☁

Joshua: It’s the Way - ♛ , ❤

Minghao: Study Tactics (HP!AU) - ♛

Woozi: Friction - Pt.1 , Pt.2 - ❤ , ☁

Jeonghan: Forever - ☁ , ☠ Forever Pt. 2 - ☁ , ❤

Vernon: Saturday Night - ♛

DK: Kairos - ♛ , ❤

Dino: Growing - ♛

MONSTA X:

Shownu: Too Long - ♛ Rainy Days - ❤

I.M: Expressing Emotions - ♛ , ❤ More Valuable than Riches - ❤

Wonho: Tired - ❤ , ☁ Baby Face - ❤ , ☁

Minhyuk: Ironic - ☁

Jooheon: Lackadaisical - ❤ , ♛

NCT U/127:

Ten: Anything for You - ❤ , ☁

Taeil: Fluffy Competition - ❤

Jaehyun: Stepping Back - ☁

Winwin: 5 Times Winwin Tried to Kiss You and One Time He Did (50s!AU) - ❤ , ☁

GOT7:

Jinyoung: Sweet Surprise - ❤

Day6:

Sungjin: Cyber Date - ❤ , ☁

OT5: Unwind - ❤

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