#pls let them have their happy ending 💜

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This is the type of happy news I needed after the devastating death of my grandmother yesterday 🥺💜

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Mastermind - Part 2

Dark!Feysand x Reader

Part 1 | ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Story Summary: Your friend of a few months, Feyre, invited you out for a celebratory drink over your new job, and of course her husband Rhys joins you. The night doesn't go quite as planned, and you end up back at their place with very few wits about you.

Warnings: non-con, abduction, being kept prisoner, smut, drug use (pot)

Words: ~5k

Author's Note: it's here! Feyre... you live in my head rent free so often... also this is just like a purely self indulgent fic at this point, I think it'll be a mini-series. Please read the warnings!

18+ only pls

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You woke up with a headache and a confusing ache between your legs.

Your bed was comfier than usual, and so, so warm. Almost like you had a heated blanket going. You mouth cracked open into a yawn, and you stretched your limbs as far as you could-

Which wasn't far.

Both your legs and arms bumped into something solid and warm, surrounding you on both sides.

Your eyes flew open, very, very confused when you saw your friend Feyre laying to your right, and her husband Rhys on your left and-

You're naked.

Completely bare between the two of them, with absolutely no memory of how you got there. Your face flushed with heat.

God, what have I done?

Your tried to wiggle your way out from between the two of them, but one of Rhys's arms merely locked tighter around you, pulling you further against him.

He's naked. You could feel him hardening against you already as he stirred slightly, burying his face in your hair.

You struggled slightly, trying to move away from him, he's your friend's husband for crying out loud.

"What's wrong, sweetness?" Feyre's sleep heavy voice asked from your right. Her hand moved up your thigh and over your stomach, coming to rest between your breasts.

You pushed her hand off of you. "I'm so confused right now, Fey, why are Rhys and I naked? I should go," you said, moving to sit up, but Feyre's hand shot out to keep you down, and between her and Rhys you were powerless to move.

"You're never going to leave us again, darling," Feyre said, wiggling closer to you and pressing her body against yours- she was naked as well.

What the fuck did I do last night?

"Feyre, let me up," you demanded, doing your best to get her hand off of you, but in your struggle you must have woken Rhys up.

"Is there a problem, ladies?" His sultry voice sent shivers down your spine. Your always found it attractive, but now? Trapped between him and your best friend? You wanted nothing more than to bolt out of their apartment and back to yours and never come back out.

"Rhysie, she's trying to leave," Feyre said poutily, hand rubbing circles onto your stomach.

"And why would our sweet little kitten want to leave, hmm?" He asked, lips finding your neck and pressing soft kisses along the expanse of it. "You were so happy last night, sweet thing, what changed?"

You shook your head- this was wrong, all of this was wrong. And Rhys's lips had brought to your attention something wrapped around your neck snugly.

"This isn't right, I can't even remember what happened last night," you said, tears leaking from your eyes now, and you brought a hand up to your throat, fingering the fabric on your neck. Is it leather? Is it-

"You put a collar on me?" You asked, disbelief in your voice as your fingers attempted to tear the item from your body.

"I figured you might freak out, sweetness," Feyre tutted from beside you, a hand raising your grasp both of yours. "You're ours now, Y/N, you just need a little help realizing that. That's what the cute little collar is for, just to keep you from running away like the silly little kitten I think you might be." Feyre's voice was soft but condescending as she explained it to you, but you were still so lost.

"I don't understand, Fey," you cried, attempting to pull your body out of their embraces. "We're friends, you're married. This isn't okay."

Rhys shushed you, running his hands over your hair. "We might be married, but you're the secret missing piece we've been looking for, kitten. From the moment Feyre introduced me to you, I knew what she meant when she said she had to have you. Neither of us can resist how absolutely sweet and lovely you are." You went to open your mouth to protest, but Feyre's mouth covered yours in a heated kiss. "You'll realize just how much you can't resist us either, soon," Rhys added when he felt you involuntarily relax into Feyre's dominating hold over you.

"As for the not remembering last night..." Feyre started when she finally pulled away from claiming your mouth. "I think I know the perfect way to fix that," she said with a smirk, already moving down below the blankets and between your thighs.

"Feyre stop," you pleaded. "I don't want this, I want to go home," you cried, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Really?" Feyre asked with a smirk, dragging a finger through your folds and collecting the wetness that had pooled there. "Because this sweet little pussy says otherwise."

Tears fell from your eyes faster, shame welling within you as Feyre sucked her finger clean, closing her eyes as she did so. Feyre lowered her mouth to your sex in the next moment, not wasting any time in working you up to your breaking point.

You were still so sensitive from whatever they had done to you last night, and with Feyre’s tongue working your clit like magic you could hardly keep yourself still, even as Rhys pinned down your torso. One of his hands was fondling your breast and keeping you in the bed while the other ran through your hair and kept your face tilted towards Feyre.

You could see her face well again, now that the blanket had slid further down the bed while you twitched and writhed in their hold and against the pleasure Feyre was giving you. Her eyes were locked on your face, taking in every detail as you got closer and closer to the brink with every delicious swipe of her tongue.

To you it was wrong, all wrong. You didn’t want to be reacting, to even be warming their bed at all, yet you were trapped here as the couple worked you into your first orgasm of the morning against your will.

The strangled moan that left your throat was enough to have Feyre smirking up at you from between your thighs.

“See? You love us, and what we can give you. And we love you, Y/N.”

“No you don’t, Feyre, this isn’t love,” you cried softly, too tired and ashamed to put up much of fight anymore.

“It is, darling. We love you,” Rhys reiterated, peppering your neck and face with kisses as if to prove his point. “Now, will you let us feed you? I imagine you’re hungry after all the work we did last night,” he said with a dirty grin, two fingers pinching your right nipple.

Feyre began to move back up the bed and you took the opportunity to roll to your right into the spot that she had occupied while the three of you slept. Feyre sighed.

“Rhys, you can go take a shower and then start breakfast, okay? I’ll get this one into the shower after a little more… persuasion,” Feyre said in a disappointed tone.

Rhys chuckled, but got up from the bed anyway and walked into the bathroom. “Tell me pancakes or waffles after I come back out, darling.”

Feyre’s hands were pulling your back against her front snugly, allowing no room for you to escape the soft press of her body. Once you’d calmed a bit, she let one of her hands snake down between your thighs, gathering a bit of wetness from your center and then rubbing quick circles on your clit.

So sensitive. Her deft fingers brought you to completion twice in the time it took Rhys to finish showering and enter the room for his clothing.

You were a whimpering mess by the time he rounded to the side of the bed you were facing, leaning into Feyre’s embrace as she forced you closer and closer to a third orgasm in such rapid succession.

“I see, you’re just more comfortable with Feyre, hmm?” Rhys asked as he pulled your lower lip between his thumb and forefinger. “I guess I’ll just have to spend every waking second of the next week getting you used to me,” Rhys said with a smile before heading to leave the room.

“Pancakes,” Feyre told him, right as her fingers brought you to your fourth orgasm of the morning.

“Got it, darling. Make sure to actually get her in the shower, okay?”

Feyre’s merely lowered her lips to the left side of your neck, sucking a pair of dark, claiming marks over the spaces that Rhys had left unmarked.

Your breathy, contented sigh shocked you so thoroughly you jerked from Feyre’s hold finally and landed on the carpeting.

“Oh, sweetness, still afraid of liking us?” Feyre asked amusedly, bringing herself to the edge of the bed. “Don’t worry, you’ll get over that in a couple of days, I think. Unless you decide to be a brat and fight your fate which, I might add, is useless. Rhys and I love you, Y/N.”

You shook your head at her words. “This is wrong, Feyre, you know it’s wrong. You can’t just keep me here,” you said indignantly, getting up from the floor on shaky legs and attempting to cover yourself with your arms.

“Why not?”

You scoffed. “Because, Feyre, I am a human being and not a pet. I have a life and people that care about me, you can’t just abduct me and get away with it!”

“People that care about you? You have me, Y/N. Your family is mostly dead and the ones that are alive, you don’t talk to! And you even told me that I’m the first friend you made in Velaris, you belong with me. You have belonged to me ever since I first saw you in that coffee shop.”

“What about my job? I have a job, Feyre, they will be worried when I don’t actually start in a few days,” you told her desperately, hoping for any shred of the kindness you’d thought your friend had possessed before today to shine through.

“At the marketing firm? Rhys owns it, sweetie, his cousin Mor manages it. She already knows that you won’t be starting, you have a much better life set up for you now.”

You stared at her in shock. Had everything about your life recently been one big set up?

"What did you do Feyre?" You asked her, despair lacing your tone. If she was telling the truth, then there was no way out of this for you. And-

Oh my god. Your apartment here. Feyre had recommended it.

"I didn't do anything, Y/N. I suggested the job at the marketing firm because you were working yourself to the bone at that coffee shop, dear. I couldn't stand to see you suffer," Feyre explained, prowling across the room to stand in front of you. You were backed against the corner of the room now, with nowhere to go. "And I suggested the apartment here because we have good security, and I've seen the way your regulars would look at you, like they were just waiting to snatch you when the opportunity presented itself." One of Feyre's hands comes up to cup your face, following you as you turned away, still finding its mark. She turned your face back to look at her, and her eyes held such a fiercely protective look, you almost couldn't get your next words out.

"How are you any better than them?" You asked quietly, instantly taking note of how her eyes darkened with anger. "You snatched me away, Feyre, not any of those men. So how are you-"

Feyre surged forward, cutting your words off by slotting her mouth over yours. The kiss was harsh, claiming as she pulled your naked body against hers even as you struggled and tried to pull away.

"I love you, Y/N. And I would never, ever hurt you..." Feyre trailed off as her fingers played with your hair once you'd stopped fighting her. You opened your mouth to refute that claim, but she started speaking before you could. "I am not hurting you, sweetness. You simply don't know what is best for you right now, and sometimes we just need to be shown the right path." You went to argue again- "Now, if you don't shower with me, you won't be given any clothes to wear for the next week," Feyre said with finality.

Fight her, continue to feel disgusting in the off chance that she doesn't still force you to shower, and have no clothes for a whole seven days, or don't fight her, deal with it this once, and have clothes.

You didn't fight as Feyre steered you by the shoulders into their grand bathroom, stopping by the large triple sink counter. She carefully removed the collar from your neck with some type of key, then led you straight into the massive shower that had four huge, separate shower heads- one on each of the three walls, and one overhead.

You turned around right as Feyre started the shower, turning on just the three wall spouts. Water hit you from three sides, and Feyre came at you from the remaining one.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" Feyre asked softly as she ran her hands over your body, passing over your nipples far more times than you felt was necessary. You shook your head. All that you could vaguely remember was getting to the bar Feyre had suggested. “That’s too bad, sweetness. You were very eager last night,” she said with a smile, and your cheeks flushed. “Don’t worry, at some point you’ll be able to admit to yourself how much you want us. For now we’ll just keep reminding you how much we want you.”

Feyre gently tipped your head back to wet your hair, taking her time to get it soaked in the warm spray. Her nails scratched lightly along your scalp, and you nearly sighed at the soft gesture.

This is not the same friend you’ve known all these months, you reminded yourself.

Before today, you would have never guessed you would be taking a shower with Feyre. A small part of you had maybe dreamed about it, but never would you have thought it would become a reality. Especially with the added element of you being forced.

Still, you couldn’t help but relax into Feyre’s gentle grasp and she shampooed your hair, then rinsed the lather from it, being careful to not get any suds in your eyes. The shampoo smelled just like the one you used before all of this happened. Strange. When Feyre began putting a thick conditioner in your hair, you realized it.

They don’t just smell like the products you use at home, they are the products you use at home.

Your accusatory glare hit Feyre once she was done rubbing the conditioner in.

“What?” Feyre asked innocently as she wet her own hair.

“Why do you know what products I use?”

Feyre smiled. “I pay attention, dear. I wanted to make the transition as comfortable as possible for you, so I got everything I could think of that you use regularly. Now, will you help me wash my hair?”

You didn’t move.

“Pleaaase, Y/N?” Feyre asked again, a pouty look on her face now, one that you were rarely able to resist.

“Fine. Which bottles?” You conceded, grabbing the shampoo bottle she pointed to and squeezing some out into the palm of your hand. You lathered it up, then set to working it through Feyre’s thick, golden brown hair. When you rinsed her hair, you wanted to let soap run into her eyes, but couldn’t let yourself for some reason. You repeated the process of working the conditioner through Feyre’s hair, and once you were done she turned around to fade you again.

“Time to rinse yours, cutie,” Feyre said, already tipping your head back into the water to rid your hair of conditioner. Again, her nails scraped along your scalp gently, just enough to get your body to relax more. When she finished, she grabbed a cloth and loaded it with body wash, one that smelled of lilacs and pears- very Feyre. Feyre soaped up your body slowly, lingering in the sensitive areas as long as she could before you started to fight her hold again. She helped you rinse off, then extended the cloth to you. “Do me?”

You shook your head. No. “I already washed your hair, Feyre, just let me get out please.”

Feyre sighed, and started washing her body. “You can’t get out yet, you still need to wash your face. I’d suggest it after last night,” Feyre said with a wink, and your stomach churned.

You don’t really want to know what that comment was about. But you wash and exfoliate your face nonetheless, using the identical products to those you had before, finishing just as Feyre was done washing her own face.

She turned the water off, and grabbed two fluffy towels off of the rack for the both of you. She wrapped one around herself, then patted you dry, taking her time to get every inch of skin and dry your hair as much as she could before she dried herself off.

Feyre went to the sink closest to the shower, and you spotted all of your skincare and hair care products lined up attractively behind the middle sink. Feyre was already doing her routine as you examined the bottles and jars, picking out what you wanted to use.

At least they’re giving you something normal.

Once the two of you had finished, Feyre locked the collar back onto your neck, then pulled you back into their bedroom, the massive bed lurking in your vision no matter where you turned. Feyre grabbed two sets of clothing, pulling on her own outfit. First was a lacy black set of lingerie that looked flawless on her, then a pair of black leggings, a rich brown sweater, and slippers.

She then forced you to let her dress you, slipping a pair of blush pink panties up your legs to settle snugly on your hips, and a matching colored bralette over your breasts, which she had for once refrained from squeezing. Your arms were lifted above your head to let a soft pink, long sleeved peasant dress fall over your body, and you were instructed to sit to allow Feyre to put white knee high socks onto your legs and slip your feet into cute pink slipper booties. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as Feyre dragged you out of the bedroom. You look cute, if you had to describe the outfit. It’s similar enough to the style you wear on your off time, though everything seems to be made of higher quality materials than what you were able to afford.

The door to the bedroom led to a short hallway, which Feyre led you to the open end of, coming out in the living room. The two of you walked to dining table, near the far end of the open concept room. There was already a good amount of food on the table, and Rhys was just walking away from the stove with a large plate of pancakes in hand, a large smile spreading across his face when he spotted the both of you.

“And I was just thinking I might have to come and get you girls,” he said with a grin. “Come and sit down, breakfast is ready.”

Rhys pulled out a chair for you, pushing you in once you’d sat down and repeated the gesture with Feyre, who was sitting to your left. Rhys then took the seat to your right at the head of the table and began piling food onto your plate. A couple of sausages, pieces of bacon, chunks of cut up melon, and of course pancakes.

You didn’t think you could eat.

If you had woken up in a separate bed this morning, all of this would feel normal enough. Feyre and Rhys had let you stay over once before, and the following morning had a breakfast similar to this.

But everything had changed, you weren’t here because your friends were kind and invited you, you were here because they had trapped you here. You had a collar wrapped around your neck, that alone would be reason enough for you to want to leave.

“Eat up, darling,” Rhys said as he moved on to plating his own food.

You stayed still, staring down at the food that had your stomach turning.

Feyre’s elbow nudged you gently, and you instinctively looked to your left.

“Go ahead and eat, Y/N,” Feyre said gently. When you still didn’t move, she sighed. “Not eating won’t do anything for you, sweetness. Have just one of everything, please,” she begged, using her soft eyes that were so hard to resist.

So, even with your stomach protesting, you lifted a bite of pancake to your mouth, chewing and swallowing but tasting nothing. Maybe if you play along for a little bit, they’ll let their guard down and you can escape.

Feyre and Rhys chatted about their jobs as the three of you ate- Feyre about her studio, and Rhys about the various businesses under the Night Corporation umbrella. You choked down each bite of food, doing your best to keep attention off of you.

A phone ringing cut through their chatter, and Feyre sighed as she picked it up.

“What?” She asked, annoyance clear in her tone. “Can’t you deal with it? I have something important today,” Feyre said, shooting a smile your way. The person on the other end replied with something that made Feyre groan. “Fine, I’ll be there in a half hour.”

Feyre dropped her phone onto the table and ran her hands over her eyes. “Well, I have to go into the studio, apparently the art class has taken a drastic turn that only I can fix,” Feyre whined. “Will you be okay here with just Rhys, sweetness?”

You raised a brow at her. “As though I have a choice?”

Rhys chuckled at your words. “That’s true, Fey, she’s stuck with me for the day. I’ll take good care of her, don’t worry.” Dread pooled in your stomach at his words. You don’t want to know what type of ‘care’ he has in mind.

Feyre was still staring at you, like she wanted to say something, then looked away when she stood up. “I shouldn’t be gone more than an hour, but I’ll text you to let you know if there’s anything that will hold me up,” she remarked as she placed a kiss on Rhys’s cheek, and one on yours as well. “Love you guys!” Feyre said as she was walking out of the door, purse in hand.

“Love you darling!”

In the silence that followed the door slamming shut, the dread in your stomach grew.

“So, would you like a little tour?” Rhys asked, already stacking your breakfast plates together.

You stared at him. “A tour?”

Rhys smiled. “Yes, darling, a tour. You need to know your way around now that you’re living here. And don’t say no, this is mandatory,” he added when you shook your head.

He placed the dishes in the sink before smoking back to the table, pull in out your chair and extending a hand to help you stand. You ignore it, standing on your own, which made Rhys sigh.

“Right this way, darling,” Rhys said, pulling you by the hand back towards the hallway containing their bedroom. You dug your feet into the ground, unwilling to enter the bedroom with him. Rhys stopped walking and turned to face you. “What’s the problem, doll?”

“I am not going to take this sham of a ‘tour’ if it just means that you’re going to rape me.”

Rhys’s eyes softened at your words, and he pulled you into a hug even as your tried to resist his hold. “Oh, darling. You won’t have to worry about that. I won’t fuck you until you are begging for my cock.”

“Like that will ever happen,” you spat, finally wrenching yourself free of his grasp.

“Oh, it will,” Rhys said assuredly, smirking down at you. “Now, will you let me give you the tour?”

You sighed, but did feel mildly better knowing that he supposedly wouldn’t be forcing himself on you. “Fine."

He continued to lead you back down the hallway their their bedroom resided, but stopped at the doorway opposite it. He swung it open, and gestured for you to walk inside. When you did, your jaw dropped.

It’s as though they had gone into your mind and plucked your perfect bedroom out of it just to recreate it here. The walls were in a soft, dusty pink color with a pale cream ceiling. There was fluffy pink carpet on the floor, looking so soft and squishy you wanted to be barefoot on it. At the far end of the room was a large canopy bed, decorated in hues of pink and purple, with a mound of pillows against the wall. There was a dresser and large closet off to the left, and on the right there was a small sitting area gathered around a table with a tv on it, your favorite consoles already lined up and plugged in, along with stacks and stacks of your favorite games. There was even a cute pink mini fridge and little snack shelf, all filled with your favorites.

“Do you like it?” Rhys asked hesitantly from his place in the doorway.

“Do I-?” You stopped to laugh. “Do I like it? It’s like the two of your read my mind. How?”

Rhys’s cheeks colored slightly as he met your eyes. “Feyre had the idea to look through your Pinterest, and you had a board dedicated to your dream room, so she worked tirelessly to get this ready for you.”

The thought and effort would have been sweet- were they not keeping you here against your will.

You just sighed and shook your head. “Is there more to the tour?”

Rhys nodded and grabbed you by the hand once more. He showed you around to the various guest rooms, the guest bathroom, then to Feyre’s home studio and his office, and finally you were back to the living room. The two of you were stood in front of the couches, looking out at their pool and massive patio.

“Do you want to play a game together?” Rhys asked, gesturing to the double TV and console set up in front of you. “We can play whatever you want, you can even play alone,” he offered.

Strangely, this request put you at ease even more than him saying he wouldn’t fuck you. Almost like it confirmed that the Rhys you had known was still in there, just… different. Darker.

“I don’t know…”

“We could smoke a joint,” Rhys said in a sing-songy voice, having grabbed one out of a box on the coffee table. “Or two. Or three. Just something to help you get your mind of things, maybe?”

The offer was tempting. You could pretend like you were just hanging out at your friends’ house and playing a video game with him.

“Sure, why not?”

The feeling of smoke filling your lungs calmed you down, settling you into a sleepy state where you weren’t thinking about the situation and how fucked up it is, just the passing flow of the river of your thoughts. You and Rhys shared two joints together on the patio, passing it between puffs.

“You know that Feyre cares about you, right?” Rhys asked as he took the second lit joint from you. You exhaled the smoke from your mouth, watching as it was whipped away by the wind.

“I don’t know that I would call this,” you gestured around you and at the collar, “caring about me.”

Rhys sighed. “But it is, Y/N. I know we went about it in a twisted way, but Feyre and I truly want you to be happy and safe. And before you ask, no, I won’t let you go. Just give us some time, you’ll come see how nice your life can be here and how much we care about you.”

You took the joint back from him with a pout, annoyed with him now. Sure, they care about me enough to steal me away and lock me up, but not enough to let me make the choice myself.

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

Rhys laughed sadly. “No, you don’t. But giving us a chance will make this much more enjoyable for you.”

You took another long drag before passing the joint back to Rhys’s waiting fingers.

“Will you… would you convince Feyre to not… touch me until I’m begging?” You asked hopefully, knowing that that day would never come now.

Rhys eyed you carefully. “I can talk to her about that, if it would make you feel more at ease around us darling."

A weight was lifted off your chest at his confirmation that he would wrangle Feyre in. He let you take the last drag before putting the joint out, and followed you back into the living room.

“Do you have Minecraft?” You asked hopefully, wanting to dick around and maybe build a cute house.

“Of course, darling,” Rhys said, booting up the TVs and consoles, passing a pink controller to you.

Within a couple of minutes, the two of you were as focused on the blocky game as you could be, your minds covered in a weed soaked haze.

Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff (let me know if you want to stay on the taglist for the mini series!)

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Hi! Can I pls request for BTS members subtle and little things they do to show their love to their crush? Thank you 💜💜

BTS - Subtle things they do when they have a crush

cws: gender neutral!reader, sfw, fluff, the boys being in love

Seokjin: Brags about you. No matter what the topic of the conversation is he can always bring you up and your amazing achievements. Every time he has the opportunity to talk about you he will. Wearing the sweetest happiest smile, ensuring that no one can be mad at him for always talking about the same thing. You.

Yoongi: Is prepared for any situation. Do your Hands run dry easily? He always has your favorite hand lotion in his pocket for you. And a chapstick with your preferred scent, and a charging cable for your phone. He just likes to take care of you and make sure you have everything you need. When he is down deep he probably also carries a sample of your perfume with him, not only so you can refresh during the day…

Hoseok: Personal hype boy. No matter what you do, he hypes you up. Your new shirt, your new hairstyle, he notices it and he compliments it. You want to pick up a new hobby? He will be there and cheer for you so much. Comments on all your posts, sends you good morning texts before important events and if you ever dare to talk badly about yourself, he is very much there to ted talk all your negative thoughts away.

Namjoon: Mindful of your favorite topics. Your favorite author, your favorite football team, your favorite type of frog, no matter what. He will hear you mention it and learn everything about it, analyzing why you love it so much. And will bring them up to you so he can see your eyes sparkle as you ramble on about the things that make you happy.

Jimin: Has you as his lock screen. So he can see you anytime he wants. Also changes it regularly to a new one and always takes pictures of you so he can have one that is brand new. No matter if it's funny or Instagrammable he loves them all. The only exception is if you take a photo together, he will not change it for months on end, smiling at it every time he sees it.

Taehyung: Wants to see you all the time. No matter if in person or over face call, he needs to see you at least once a day. Rambling to you about his day and in turn hears how you talk about yours. Sometimes he just wants to sit in silence with you, to calm down and just enjoy your presence.

Jungkook: Steals your stuff. Your favorite scarf? His. That drink you were drinking? His. The bracelet you let him try on once? It's his now. All of it. What do you mean want it back? How dare you try to steal his stuff. At one point he may return it to you but he just likes to have something of yours with him. It makes him smile every time he looks at it.

[prapaiwife]

Wandee, goodday finale thoughts!💜💛

This video pls!! 😭😭😭 I'm going to start with saying great and inn have an amazing chemistry and forgive me but I think this is like both of their first work as a pair so I hope they get more projects in the future cuz they are really really good together.

Yak with his trauma this episode and really facing it in the face and sitting up for himself against his past self that continuously made him feel like a failure stemming from him not being there with his mom and her last moments. And it was like from that moment on as we saw he continuously felt like all he did was let people down his brother and dee. He won the championship that day but I would cost because his mom wasn't able to praise him and see it happen him being at the match if anything took away more than what he got at the end of it all which was yeah the title. But he didn't get to show his mom when she was here he wanted to make her proud so much and be able to show her that he could finish school and still pursue his boxing career. And so, like he felt like he failed her at that part of not being able to show her that he accomplished winning the title when he did at that time. And so he had another goal to accomplish for his mom, and that was to finish up his schooling and with him studying and going to taem, who helped him tremendously.

But with all the boiling down to him facing himself in the end today and having to really just forgive himself and not blame himself for that. And know that his mom loved him very much and still does and wouldn't want him to be himself down for that. Him not being there while she passed does not take away the love that he had for her when she was here. She felt the love that her son had for her and she always talked highly of her sons. And so it was in a way good to see him face that dark negative side of him that mentally constantly wants him to beat himself up and call himself a failure. Although he might not be able to completely get over it which you don't have to let trauma define you and / or hold on to you. He can be able to move on to his life knowing that he did the best that he could and the things that he did accomplish his mom would be very much proud of him for. He doesn't have to duwell on the past and how it happened when he made everyone proud around him and his mom especially happy. Yak was very much afraid of losing people around him that he would do anything to keep them around.

And his relationship with yei his brother his idol the man that he wants become. Cause of their dad actions, it led to their relationship having a bit of a strain and made them at times not see each other eye to eye. But the love was always there, never not present. yei took on being that older brother and father figure, and it was a lot for him to handle. Although his intentions were in a good place truthfully cause he wanted their mom to see he's doing it, he's gonna make Yak's dream come true. But all the while, he's taking care of the responsibility of the gym and the financial bruden of that in his own. Though he had cher he doesn't want to put more onto anyone when he knows what it's like he wants to do it all alone after their dad left he had to start over in the sense of doing everything alone. But it was good for him to have that reminder and really now know that he doesn't have to face any of this alone his brother wants to help although he feels he needs to just live his life with no worries. It does the opposite to yak when he can clearly see his brother struggling and worrying and even worse, shutting him out of the important conversations. But he needed to let that weight off his shoulders and give himself credit for what he had done! He's an amazing brother who had so much thrown onto them, and yet he handled it the best way he could not always sensible, but he tried he always did. But now it's time for him to rest and be proud of what he did for his brother and cher and his family cause it wasn't easy. But he did it, and if he isn't gonna give himself a pat on the back, cher will, lol.

Dee and his whole Arc or his own trauma being his parents passing away when he was young, and so he doesn't vaguely remember much of his relationship with them nor does he remember much of feeling love by them. He was then on to be raised by his grandma, and she did a wonderful job because she raised him so well and gave him good advice! she loves Dee so much and just wants him to see that he as well can want that for himself if he lets himself.

Dee for someone who doesn't know what it's like to be loved or more so sees it as unattainable for him. Sure has so much love in him. He thought that he had a chance at it with ter only to be rejected and look down on in a sense of him being quote on quote "vanilla." And so he wanted to prove that he wasn't to himself and ter. He just needed to have some validation in a sense that he's not what he thought of him. But it was good to see him come to that realization that he doesn't need it from him. Ter isn't the only man out there he ended up not just finding better, but he found love with someone who completely taught him the meaning of what love is, and it isn't forceful or selfish. It's selfless and compassionate, and comforting, just welcoming. So i love that for him and yak cause they complete each other well.

Yei and cher!!!!! I LOVE THEM SO BAD SO SO BAD THE WEDDING WAS BEAUTIFUL. I WISH THEM HAPPINESS ALWAYS. But they were the only established couple throughout the show and such a great example for yak and Dee. When they first met, it was because yei saved cher out of a horrible situation that was happening. And cher showed up to the gym the next day, learning some self-defense, and they just gradually fell in love afterward. And yei loves Cher so much like he treasures the ground that he walks on he will do anything for him. It's his honor to take care of him for the rest of his life. But cher loves yei so much he completely trusts him with his life and wants to be included in any which way he can to help support yei and his dreams. They are so loyal to each other and will always tell each other that they are doing well and it's so sweet they were always commited its just now official!!!🤧😭😭

Thorfluke show pls!!!😭🫶🏽

My cons a lot lol

So my only critiques is ter lol I think that definitely could have been better I don't think he needed to end up with taem in my opinion but they were trying to redeem in some way by him coming around eventually to actually accepting that dee is over him! But not on how he was completely out of line with dee as well that was kinda swpet under the rug to me.

More blue and kao!! The talk of asexulity is nice, but I wanted his story to see how he and Blue got together!!

The whole asking you to be my boyfriend was carried throughout till the end!? I thought we already acknowledged that, but nope lol but yet they had that moment in 11, and then what pulled back but still gave us moments? But at what cost? lol, this back and forth was just like ridiculous.

And I was expecting more of a conversation with yei and cher regarding his lying, but nope lol and the gym being almost sold like it's saved by the fight, that's it no talk on it.

Yak and his fear of not wanting to be out as a gay boxer I thought was the motion we were heading in but no cause he came around and did a whole confession to dee, but I thought it would've been more talked about or just present throughout I guess.

Lying to kao in his sessions this might just be me but I think he should've just been honest with kao that he didn't want to talk about it, so at least they both could start slow and not completely give it no chance. Cause he lied and didn't tell anyone really excoet dee what he dee defienly helped him in some aspects, but he could've used kao as that help when he had access to do so. And him telling dee I thought dee would've been more not upset but concerned like your telling me this while your literally going to fight! Like they talked out a conversation about his lying to dee and kao I would've wanted.

[ro-is-struggling]

Finally, Ro's followers celebration!!!!! I'd like to request this prompt: Character A and Character B have feelings for each other but can't bring themselves to admit it. That is until they have to pretend to be a couple (for a mission, a family party, whatever) and end up kissing on more than one occasion. Their feelings for each other become evident and they end up confessing their feelings - but not before acting like a couple of nervous, awkward idiots {Brooklyn 99 2x23} with james potter! I want it to be fluffy, pls😩🥰 thank you. love u <3

Hi beautiful!! Of course my first request had to be from you💜💜💜

Thank you so much for participating! I'm so happy to start the celebration with your request💕 I had a lot of fun writing this one so I hope you like it!!

Undercover Mission || James Potter x Reader

Summary: An undercover mission for the Order of the Phoenix leads you and James to confront your repressed feelings for each other as you are forced to kiss to keep your covers from being blown.

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, mutual pining, idiots in love, friends to lovers, humor, set after they graduated from Hogwarts

English is not my first language

Word count: 4900

Notes: I based this story on the episode of b99 from which I got the prompt, I hope you don't mind. I just think James and Jake are literally the same person so I couldn’t resist

"Are we sure we have the right guy?" you asked, the boredom and exhaustion clear in your voice. James, Sirius, Marlene and you had spent the last few hours trapped in an old van following a guy under suspicion that he was a Death Eater. Dumbledore believed he was transporting an important package for the Dark Lord and he wanted the Order of the Phoenix to intercept it before it reached its destination, but so far nothing interesting or remotely suspicious had happened.

"If Albus suspects him then there's gotta be a reason," James stated beside you, his eyes glued to the window as he kept an eye on his target. 

"I know, but this dude hasn't done anything since we got here," you complained, letting your head fall back against the seat cushion. "Am I the only one who doesn't understand why he would be in the Muggle world if he wanted to do Death Eater shit? It doesn't make sense."

"Cause we wouldn't expect it," Sirius said from the driver's seat. 

"Or they're planning an attack," Marleen muttered next to him and your heart stopped for a moment. You really hoped things wouldn't escalate to such a level. If they were planning something big you didn't know if the backup would arrive in time to stop them and save the lives of the innocent muggles caught in the line of fire.

"I don't think they are," James said, turning to look at you for a moment. His tone of voice was soft but determined, trying to control the situation and clear those ideas from his friends' minds —especially yours. "Albus would have heard something if that was their plan all along."

The van fell into silence for a few minutes as you waited for something to happen. The soft rock playing on the radio was the only thing that could be heard inside the vehicle, anticipation, fear, boredom and adrenaline a strange mix of feelings that affected the minds of the four young, newly graduated from Hogwarts. You were definitely too young and inexperienced to be participating in secret missions, but someone had to do it. Someone had to stand up and fight for what was right. 

You drove through town for another hour following your target. The sun had already gone down when you parked on a nice, well-lit, but quiet street. Your target entered a restaurant at the end of the street and you let out an exclamation of joy as you finally got out of that old truck for a while to stretch your legs.

"Okay, we'll go in and keep an eye on him I'm case he makes the deal inside. You two stay here and wait for my signal" James instructed his friends as both you and he exited the vehicle. You took a moment to straighten your clothes, wrinkled after so many hours sitting in the car. It wasn't the nicest muggle outfit you had, but luckily the restaurant didn't seem to be too fancy so you'd be fine.

"Do you see him anywhere?" James asked once inside the establishment, scanning the crowded front desk for his target. You gently nudged him in the ribs to shut him up, nodding your head forward. His eyes followed your movement and he then discovered that just a couple of inches away was the man you had been following all day. He spoke to the woman at the front desk and was quickly escorted to a table inside the restaurant, leaving you behind without any visual of what he was doing. 

"What's taking so long?" you complained in a mumble that only James could hear. "He could be making the deal right now."

"Should we use our wands?" suggested James. Using magic was risky, but it would get you a table at the restaurant in a matter of seconds.

"No, I have a better idea." Taking James by the hand, you walked up to the woman at the front desk to ask for a table. She informed you that the place was full and that you would have to wait for a table to clear before you could get in. But that was not an option for you, you had to get in and you had to get in now. So you held onto James' arm and smiling warmly you said, "Oh but we just got engaged and this is where we had our first date, isn't that right sweetie?"

James looked at you with wide eyes, surprised by your words. It took him a few seconds to respond, not because he didn't know what to answer but because he had been stunned to hear you call him by that affectionate nickname. He would be lying if he said he didn't want to hear you call him that for the rest of his life.

"Yes, yes! It was a beautiful night like this one. And special too. When you left the restaurant that night I knew you were the one, I just knew." James played along, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close against his body as he spoke, looking at you with a smile on his lips and the distinctive glint of love shining in his eyes. It felt real, too real, so you looked away before losing yourself in his beautiful blue eyes. You were on an important mission and you had to concentrate. "I would have made a reservation but I didn't know if she was gonna say yes." 

"Oh I love how nervous you were!" you exclaimed fondly, playfully tapping his nose and letting out a giggle. "You just had to see him, he was adorable," you added, standing on your tiptoes to reach up to give him a kiss on the cheek. James' heart raced, the blood in his whole body pooling in his cheeks as he struggled not to let his feelings for you show. He'd had a crush on you for a long time —since fifth year to be exact—, but you two had always been such good friends that he'd never gotten around to doing anything about it. He valued your friendship too much to risk losing it. That's why he had to control his heart or the mission wouldn't be the only thing that went wrong.

"You look so sweet together!" the receptionist exclaimed, watching you tenderly. "I'm sure I can find room for two young lovers."

"Yeah.. we are lovers… together... in bed" James muttered awkwardly, struggling to stop his imagination from running wild. He had pictured what his life with you might be like more times than he was proud to admit, but this wasn't the time or place to fantasize about your wedding or think about the name of your future child.

"Okay," you said with a smile, squeezing James' arm to shut him up as you watched the woman disappear inside the restaurant. "Keep it together, Potter. We need that table," you muttered just for him to hear. You knew it was weird for him to be in such an intimate and romantic situation with you. You had been friends for so long that you were pretty sure he saw you as a sister —a thought that made your heart clench painfully in your chest—, but he had to keep his cool for a few more minutes. Once at the table you could drop the act and laugh at how weird it was to imagine being married while keeping your target well guarded. 

However, things proved to be more difficult than that.

The woman returned a few minutes later with a smile on her face. She led you to your table herself, wishing you a lovely evening and a happy marriage before returning to her desk. You barely had time to settle into your seats before the couple seated at the table next to yours showered you with congratulations on your engagement as well. It was an elderly couple who were there celebrating fifty years of marriage, so neither of you had the heart to ignore them.

"So, when did you guys meet?" the man asked you.

"Last year" you said without thinking, your eyes searching the crowd for your target.

"Five years ago" James stated at the same time, his gaze locked on the Death Eater dining alone a couple of tables away. 

The elderly couple looked at you in confusion and you hurried to correct the mistake. "We met five years ago but we don't count that."

"Yeah, I was dating another girl at that time" James noted and technically he wasn't lying. When you met he was in love with Lily Evans and while you never officially dated, he had planned his entire life with her at that time.

"And I wasn't interested in dating," you laughed. "But a year ago we bumped into each other and we haven't been able to separate ever since."

"How sweet!" the woman exclaimed, looking at you fondly. She reminded you of your grandmother in some ways, which only made things weirder. It was hard not to get carried away with the role you were playing when fate seemed to be determined to make you imagine your perfect life at James' side. "How did you know she was the one?" the old lady asked your friend, looking at him expectantly.

James looked at you, panic written all over his face. "I'd love to answer that..." he stammered, trying to buy himself some time to think. He knew exactly how to answer that question, he had a memorized list of the things you did that made him fall in love with you, but he couldn't be honest. If he spoke from the heart he risked being exposed.  "Just whenever I look at her face," he finished, unsure if it was the right thing to say.

"And what about you?" The woman directed her question at you this time.

Your eyes met James' as you contemplated your answer. For a second, you felt as if the world had ceased to exist, the chatter of the people around you getting quieter and quieter until it disappeared altogether. It was just you and him in that restaurant, looking into each other's eyes with an intimacy that felt different. You lost yourself deep in his eyes, looking straight into his soul as your mind went over all the things you adored about him.  

"He makes me laugh" you replied honestly, putting a smile on James' face. 

"And you know, there's really no one else's opinion who I care about more than hers," he added, feeling comfortable and confident enough to open up a bit.

The elderly couple went on to tell you a bit of their life story and as much as you found it adorable, neither of you were able to pay much attention. They could barely remember that they were on a mission, their eyes occasionally traveling to their target to make sure he wasn't doing anything suspicious. You were both too distracted, lost in your own thoughts as you repeated each other's words over and over in your heads. You knew you just were playing roles, but what you had said to each other, the knowing look you had shared, it all felt too real, too sincere. Of course you both dismissed it after spinning it around in your heads for a while, convincing yourselves that you were seeing things where there was nothing because for some reason you were the only two people in the world unable to see that you were in love. 

The moment you were sharing was interrupted when you noticed your target getting up from the table. You kicked James lightly to get his attention, silently motioning for him to look at the Death Eater you were supposed to be watching. Excusing yourselves from the lovely old couple you had been chatting with for the last thirty minutes, you rose from the table and made your way to the back of the restaurant, following in your target's footsteps. 

"Do you think he's going to meet his partner?" you spoke in a whisper so that no one but James would hear you.

"I don't know," he replied.

Just as the words left his lips, the man turned and made direct eye contact with you. Time stopped for a second, panic taking over as you realized you had been discovered. You had no reason to be there and you were pretty sure that the Death Eater had already seen you parked in front of him hours ago. He wasn't stupid, he would be able to put two and two together and then your mission would be ruined at best. At worst, you would have to fight to get the briefcase he was carrying, endangering the lives of many innocent Muggles.

But before the panic could fully take hold of you, you felt James' hands close around your waist. You turned to look at him, but you couldn't do or say anything because suddenly his lips crashed against yours. You didn't even take a second to question what was happening, letting the feeling of euphoria run through your body as you felt the caress of James' lips on yours. You lost yourself in him instantly, in the taste of his mouth, in the warmth of his body against yours, in the delicate way he held you in his arms. You were flying in the sky in complete bliss as you let James guide the kiss, struggling to keep up the peace.

But the moment ended as abruptly as it had begun, leaving you dazed and confused, missing James' lips the second they parted from yours.

"I'm sorry, I just- I didn't know what else to do," he spluttered awkwardly, his thoughts clouded by the scent of your perfume.

"No, it's okay," you hurried to say, struggling to form coherent sentences so as not to let him know how much his kiss had really affected you. "It's all good. We kept our cover intact, good job. Very quick thinking, very professional." You were tense and couldn't look him in the eye when you spoke, but neither could he so neither of you mentioned anything, opting to pretend nothing had happened as you went on with your mission.

"C'mon he's on the move" James announced as he climbed into the van once again. He kept his gaze straight ahead, his body rigid against the seat of the vehicle as if he was afraid to let go and end up accidentally touching you. He needed to keep his distance from you until he recovered his cognitive functions. His brain would never be able to process what had happened if your perfume kept assaulting his nostrils.

"So how was the restaurant?" Marlene asked you to fill the awkward silence that had formed. She could feel the tension in the air, a tension that wasn't there before you guys disappeared behind the restaurant doors. It was different from the tensions she was used to feeling when you and James were together, much more intense, and she couldn't help but wonder what had happened in there.

"Great! It was fine, totally normal and appropriate" you replied suspiciously quickly raising your voice to a higher pitch than usual. If she didn't suspect something had happened before, she definitely did now.

"What happened? Why are you being so weird?" Sirius asked, looking at you curiously through the rearview mirror.

"Y/N and I kissed" James confessed with a sigh, knowing it would be best to be honest with his friends. After all, it hadn't meant anything, had it? There was nothing strange about telling them the truth because you had nothing to hide. Strange would be if you kept it a secret.

"WHAT? Tell me everything!" Marlene exclaimed in a shout of joy, turning to see her friend in the back seat with a big smile on her face. She knew about your crush on James from day one and couldn't believe there was finally a breakthrough in your story. Sometimes Marlene felt like she was more involved in your little secret romance with James than you were yourself.

"Calm down! It was just to keep our cover from being blown, we didn't have a choice" you explained, feeling the blood from all over your body travel to your cheeks.

"Yeah, it didn't mean anything," James added, ignoring the stabbing pain that shot through his heart as he said it. 

"I want details," her friend insisted and you rolled your eyes.

"Marlene, it was just a kiss, okay? It was nothing." Only it hadn't been just a kiss, not to you at least, but you weren't going to admit it in front of everyone —especially not James.

"Yeah, who cares about a kiss? Call me if you grab each other's asses" Sirius interjected from the driver's seat, a mischievous grin plastered on his lips. James reached out from behind his back and smacked him on the shoulder, a silent way of telling his friend that this was not the time for his jokes.

Marlene was going to continue pressing you for more details —you and James kissing was the most interesting thing that had happened to her that day—, but her attention was drawn back to the mission at hand when Sirius alerted you that your target had gotten out of the car and was walking towards a park. He still had the briefcase in his hand, but the streets were deserted which made you think he wasn't going to meet anyone that night, but to leave the package for someone else to pick up.

"Okay, you and Sirius follow him just in case he does meet with someone after this." you instructed Marlene, watching as your target returned to his car, without the briefcase in his hands this time.

"Right! And you and James follow your hearts" your friend replied with a smile.

"No!" you grumbled, giving Marlene a murderous look. "We're gonna stay with the package."

"And each other forever" she insisted and you swore she was doing it on purpose to spite you. You didn't even dignify her comment with a response, opting instead to exit the vehicle and slam the door a little harder than necessary. James followed you, crossing the street beside you to get to the park your target had come from. 

You walked in silence, enjoying the quiet of the night. The place was deserted, something that was both good and bad. On the one hand it was good because if things went wrong at least there were no Muggles around who could get hurt. On the other hand it was bad because you had no way to hide so you wouldn't stand out. When the Death Eaters came to pick up the package they would see you, there was no doubt about that. You realized then that you would have to be quick if you wanted to catch them.

"Why can't we just take the briefcase and go?" James asked as he leaned back against a tree, his back to the bench next to where your target had left the hidden package.

"Because Albus wants to arrest everyone involved in this and for that we need the briefcase to exchange hands, otherwise there's no case." you explained and James grunted, hating having to stand there for who knows how much longer until someone showed up.

Neither of you spoke for a while, the weight of the silence and the tension in the air increasing your nerves. James' mind was riddled with doubts, fearing he had made a mistake by kissing you in the restaurant. You had told him that you understood why he had done it, assuring him that you had no issue with it, but it didn't feel like things were good between you. You were distant and tense, and you could barely look him in the eye. Regret was eating him up inside, knowing it was his fault that you felt uncomfortable around him.

"Hey, seriously, we're cool right?" James broke the silence forcing you to look away from the starry sky to face him.

"Yeah, totally," you nodded with a smile, hoping that was enough to calm him down. "We're fine." If only he knew that the reason for your strange behavior was that you were fighting the urge to take his face in your hands and kiss him one more time....

"Why do they have to schedule their drop off so late? Death Eaters have no respect for Auror's lives and times." James joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. You let out a chuckle and he felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. "I'm starving, we barely got to eat at that stupid restaurant."

"I know! Mr. and Mrs. Green were adorable but they couldn't stop talking" you said, remembering the chatty couple. You couldn't have been there more than forty minutes and somehow you knew when and where they had married, how they met, how many children they had and the names of their grandchildren. "I'm craving ice cream as weird as it might be considering how late it is."

"It's not weird at all, you always crave sweets at these hours, that's why you have trouble sleeping."

"You know what I really want to get right now?"

"Cookies and cream?" said James, more as a statement than a question. "It's your favorite, isn't it? Especially for times like this. I'm assuming you already have one in the freezer waiting for you to celebrate."

"Y-yes," you nodded in surprise. You weren't surprised that he knew what your favorite ice cream flavor was —you had been friends for years, that was normal—, you were surprised at how quickly and confidently he had spoken, leaving you no time to say anything before answering for you. He remembered your silly tradition of celebrating the little good things in life with your favorite flavor of ice cream even though it was something you usually did alone. It was a small, insignificant detail, but it made you feel appreciated. He remembered.

"I brought one too if you want to spend the night at my place after this is all over. We can celebrate together." You were going to tell him how much you appreciated his sweet gesture and how he was the one person you wanted to celebrate your victories in life with, but the words died in your throat when you noticed a man approaching the briefcase they had been guarding for the last fifteen minutes.

"James, he's looking at us," you tried to warn him discreetly, but your friend was too distracted rambling on about the different flavors of ice cream and which ones were the best. "Well, this is happening," you murmured, taking James' face in your hands and leaning in to join your lips in a kiss.

You were the one in control this time, dictating the intensity of the kiss, guiding the movements of James' lips on yours. He was too surprised to do more than try to keep up with the pace of your lips. His hands settled on your hips instinctively, pulling you tight against his body as he allowed himself to lose himself in your mouth for a moment. The mission, his doubts, the tension, all was forgotten as he melted under your caresses. 

Though his bliss was cut short when you suddenly pulled away, taking your wand and pointing it at the man who had picked up the briefcase. Reality hit him like a train, his brain working twice as hard to regain its functions so he could end this mission once and for all.

The Death Eater didn't give up without putting up a fight, pulling out his wand and casting spell after spell in your direction as he tried to escape. Neither of you recognized who your attacker was, which frightened you a little because it meant that the Dark Lord had more followers than the Order of the Phoenix expected or even knew about. Still you didn't let that affect you, fighting shoulder to shoulder until you incapacitated your unknown attacker.

"An empty diary?" you said in disbelief as you stared at the mysterious object inside the briefcase you had fought so hard to obtain. "We did all that for an empty diary?"

"It has to be important," James interjected as he used an incantation to restrain the Death Eater's wrists. "They wouldn't do all this for an insignificant empty diary. Albus will know what to do."

“I’m exhausted!” you exclaimed the moment you crossed the entrance threshold of James' house, dropping dramatically onto the couch. It had been a long day, but at least things had turned out well. Both Death Eaters were in custody awaiting trial for their crimes. Thanks to you the army of he who shall not be named had two less soldiers, and as insignificant as it seemed, it was a victory for everyone.

"We can go to sleep if you're tired and leave the ice cream for tomorrow" James said, knowing full well what your response would be.

"Never!" You jumped off the couch, running to the kitchen in search of the ice cream. James let out a laugh, shaking his head as he followed closely behind you. While you took the ice cream out of the freezer he grabbed spoons and a couple of bowls so you could share the frozen dessert without fighting over the pot.

After making a short toast celebrating your victory you engaged in casual conversation while enjoying the ice cream. You didn't even bother to go to the couch, settling into the kitchen without a problem. You sat on the counter next to the sink, swinging your legs playfully as you ate your ice cream. James stood next to you, leaning back on the counter with his body leaning slightly to the side so he could look at you better as you talked. He had a big smile on his face as he listened to you list the reasons why the cookies and cream ice cream was the best of all, completely enamored with the passion with which you addressed such trivial topics as ice cream flavors. 

He loved everything about you, even the things you saw as flaws. There was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to tell you how he felt about you, to hold you in his arms and kiss you until he couldn't feel his lips. But he knew he couldn't -he shouldn't-, your friendship was the most important thing to him and he couldn't lose it for anything in the world.

"I'm sorry for kissing you today," he apologized, breaking the small silence that had formed. "I hope it doesn't make things weird between us."

"Oh no don't worry about it," you downplayed it. "And I'm sorry for kissing you too."

"You know I care about you, right?" James put his empty ice cream bowl on the counter, turning completely around so he could look you in the eyes. You nodded your head slightly, losing yourself in the shine in his eyes. Those damn eyes of his! 

"I value our friendship, what we have is something special and I wouldn't want to see it ruined for a stupid decision I made under pressure." There was truth in his words, but there was also pain. He didn't want to ruin your friendship, but he also didn't want to keep being just your friend. He didn't regret kissing you, at least not entirely. A part of him would always be glad he did because no matter what, now he knew what your lips felt like on his.

"Yeah, I get it... Our friendship is the most important thing to me too," you said, but you couldn't stop your eyes from lowering to James' lips. He was too close to you, you could smell his cologne every time you breathed, feel his body heat tickling your side. You couldn't think straight, only feel the devastating weight of longing to feel his lips on yours. If you concentrated hard enough you could still taste his mouth and feel the ghost of his fingers caressing your hips. 

James didn't miss the way your eyes locked on his lips, unconsciously leaning closer and closer to you. A rebellious hand slid over your leg, caressing your thigh gently. Your gaze returned to his eyes then and James saw in them a special glow he had never noticed in them before. It was desire. You wanted him. You were as desperate to feel your lips together as he was. And now that he knew it, he didn't plan to leave you wanting for another second.

Once again he took it upon himself to close the little distance that separated you, bringing your lips together in a kiss full of desperation and repressed feelings. And even though this was the third time you had been in that situation that day, this time it felt different. This kiss was not the product of an impulsive decision made in the heat of the moment. No, this was a kiss that was long overdue, the product of the conscious decision of two people who had repressed their feelings for too long. And that made it taste that much sweeter, it made everything that much more special.

And as James lost himself in the warmth of your body wrapped around his he knew that things between you would never be the same again, but that was a good thing.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hi, i love your one shots, could you please do one where little reader is 6 years old and gets kidnapped by the red room,daddies stuckyare destroyed emotionally,but when she is 13 and already has a very dangerous skill set they found her and try to rescue her but like she refuses with a knife/Gun, but they eventually do ,happy ending and fluffy ending, pls your stuff brings me comfort.

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much! I'm sorry you had to wait, i hope you like how i write your resuest!

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : mentions of kidnappings, knifes and guns, red rooms, rescuing, fights, fear, pet names, comfort, kisses, fluff

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : all they ever wanted was to have you back, now they have the chance to get you and they won’t let that slide

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It was a peaceful summer night, the bird were singing and the sun was disappearing behind the trees, letting out a beautiful colour shining through them.

The night was beautiful, the day went perfectly fine and everything was telling them that the rest of the week would be as perfect as that day.

But once your Daddies came back home from a nice dinner with workers, they weren't prepared for that. The house was a complete mess, the lamp was broken on the ground, the tv still on, the only noises was their own steps and their breathing. The babysitter was laying on the ground of the living room, signs of attacks clearly visible.

Your Daddies immediately went to the tower after checking the house a million times and with the help of Tony, they got a hand on the footage. What they saw broke their hearts. The footages clearly show men breaking in the house and grabbed you.

Natasha said she reconized the uniform, the bracelets and the guns. It was the red room.

They spent lots and lots of time working on your rescue. All days and all nights your Daddies were working their ass off to get you back. They couldn't sleep, they couldn't eat, they couldn't do anything other than working and working.

When they came home, it was quiet, your giggles and footsteps not there anymore. It miss them so much, they miss being greet by you after work, they miss taking you up to a bath or staying in the living room to watch a movie. They miss dancing and laughing in the kitchen while cooking all together, they miss the playful moments you all had.

They miss you. SO much it hurts. That's why they never let you down, they will get you back, it doesn't matter how and it doesn't matter the price to get you back. They will.

~

"be careful, you don't know them but I do. They're unscrupulous" Natasha warns as they wait beside a door, their back against the walls.

"Not as much as us" Steve says in a venom voice.

They decide to just go inside the three of them for now. The rest of them are outside, breaking into their footages and just waiting until somebody needs them inside.

The plan isn't to destroy the red room, they will, of course but not today. They needed a bigger plan which means longer time to get everything ready and they clearly don't have that time. And the last thing they want is to put you in more danger than you already are

"Rogers ?" the headset says "don't go in just yet, there's people circuling in that hallway. I'll tell you when it's clear"

Tony tells them to not answer when he or Bruce talks in the headset because it could be dangerous to speak in there. Nobody knows where the enemy can be.

Steve sighs a long breath of stress through his mouth and rests the back of his head against the wall behind him. Bucky peers at Steve and rests a comforting hand on top of Steve's.

He mouths a little 'It's okay' before kissing his hand. They never, never were that anxious about a mission before, but again, the old missions didn't had anything to do with you.

They felt like they failed you by letting you down. They were sared you would think they won't do anything to get you back to them and just curled more on yourself and just drop your strength.

"it's clear" Tony said through the headset.

Both men open the door and walk through it first, following by Natasha who protect their back. "we had comfirmation that there's a training group in the tird door on your right, right now. We can't have their face though" Bruce informs "so be careful"

Bucky grabs the handle and is waiting for his friends to join him. When Steve and Natasha comes to him, Natasha steps before Steve and nods at Bucky.

This one open the door and Natasha enters, following by Steve and Bucky who are closely behind. Once they're in the room, their eyes gaze everbody in the room in hope to find you but you're not there.

Natasha is on her way back to the door with Steve while Bucky is glued to his spot, looking at all the girls training and acting like robots. Steve looks behind him and takes a double look when he sees Bucky is still far away from the door.

"Bucky" he whispers really quietly "Bucky let's go before they notice us" Steve was scared to bring Bucky with him, because, even though it wasn't exactly the same, he knew Bucky would think about hydra and his years there.

And he can't blame him, everything in here remind him of that place.

"We can't risk to be seen Bucky, think about her. She's waiting for us" Steve says. Bukcy turns his head toward Steve, an expression he can't tell on his face "our girl is waiting for us, Bucky. Let's go get her and bring her home"

He sucks in a breath and nods his shaking head. Steve grabs Bucky's hand and leads him outside of the room. They close the door and go to keep making their way down the hallway when they hear a voice

"I advise you to stop walking and to drop your weapons"

They freeze in their spot. It couldn't.. right ?

Natasha elbows Steve who were beside him, she was the only one who turned around after hearing the voice. Steve takes a breath and turns around, making Bucky turning around too.

"Baby ?" Bucky's weak voice isn't doing anything to you.

You glare at the three of them, a glare empty of emotion "drop your weapons" you order again and they do "baby ?" Bucky calls again

"stop calling me that." you snap "turn around and walk now" you nod at them.

Instead of turning around, Steve takes a step forward "you don't want us to do that" he softly says, shaking his head.

You narrow your eyes at them "walk or I call back up" you warn. He takes a steps closer again "you don't want to do that either. Because you would have done it already either way"

You tight your teeth and swallow. Why does this man has that much power over you ? Why are you listening to him ? You should have shot them already like with the others but.. you can't seems to be able to, why ?

"I got this" Bucky's soft voice sound from behind Steve. You shift your gaze to Bucky who's behind Steve but keeps your gun up, pointing at them and that girl.

He grabs something from his bag and your face fell at the thing he has in his hands "it's.." he clears his throat "it's Bucksie" he softly says, steps toward you too "you remember him ?"

You look at the stuffie and look back at Bucky, a little lost about why you're feeling like this right now

"it's yours, little one"

This name..

"do you remember how you met him ?" Bucky asks taking another step "I was mean to you that night, I gave you a hard punishment you didn't deserved and we gave you Bucksie because I was so scared you wouldn't be near me anymore. I wanted you to have something that remind you of me if I wasn't there because of my acts" he looks down at Bucksie, regrets all over his face "i didn't want you to forget me"

You lower your gun through his talks so now it's on your side as you look down at this Bucksie, he calls. "you used to fall asleep with him all the time, you couldn't lie on the couch without him or closing your eyes if he wasn't in your arms, even though you were in ours" he smiles a little at the memories.

You frown and take it from his hands, making him look up at you with hope in his eyes. You thumb caresses the spot where there's the stars resting on the top of the grey arm, you gaze it absently.

Everything is so weird.

You look back at them with tears in your eyes and Steve immediately reaches Bucky's spot. Natasha stays behind to give you the space you need.

"sweetness ?" he gently calls. You shake your head as tears start to fall down your cheeks "do you remember us ?"

Why is everything feel so loud all of a suddent ? Why is everything feel so overwhelmed when you were feeling empty of emotions seconds ago ? What the hell is happening ?

You sniff and nod your head. Your Daddies goes to hug you but you take a step back, stopping them in their speed. They look at you with confuse eyes as you sniff again "what's wrong ?"

"I can't- What if they're watching ? I- I don't want you to get hurt because of me" you cry "if i leave with you, they'll come back. And I don't want them to come back" You break down

Your Daddies's eyes soften and they come back toward you to hug you, and this time you don't pull back. You let them embrace you with all the love you missed.

"we'll get you out and never, never will let them come back for you, babydoll. We promise you" Your Daddy softly whispers in your ears. Just before hearing people running toward them.

Let's the game begin..

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The come back was really full of emotions! Just as you step in the jet, everyone came to you and even though you were happy to see them and to have their attention on you it was still very overwhelming.

So when you came home, your Daddies carried you upstairs because they knew you would be really tired. You were happy to see that they didn't touch any of your stuffs, everything is just like before, nothing has change and it make you feel so safe. You didn't realized you needed that.

They spent the whole evening taking care of you, they asked you if you wanted a bath and when you said yes they were careful about being in there with you.

They, of course, asked you if you wanted them to be there and once again you said yes so they came but they were careful to not make you feel uncomfortable.

After that, your Daddy puts your body cream on you, just like before and you couldn't lie, you really missed having this massage every nights before bed. It's so relaxing.

Your Papa helped you putting your pyjama on and then promised you to watch cartoons while you fall asleep. Another thing you miss so much.

They already have an appointement tomorrow with the doctor to check you. When they noticed you were unharmed, from what they could see, they decide to go to the doctor tomorrow and spend the night with you, getting you more comfortable about going back home and making you feel safe again.

"are you tired, little one ?" your Daddy asks as he trails his fingers in your hair. You shake your head but yawn at the same time making him chuckle "it's okay to fall asleep, sweetie" your Papa says with a loving smile.

You shake your head again "don't wanna sleep. I'm scared to wake up and see you're not there and everything is fake. I don't want to go back there when I woke up" you mumble, snuggling closer to them.

They gladly comfort you, they knew you would need extra attention because of everything that had happened and they are more than ready to give it to you.

"Look at me, beautiful" your Daddy gently says, his fingers tilting up your chin "we're not going anywhere, baby. Our place is with your and yours is with us. We'll be there when you'll wake up and it'll be the same for all the other mornings" he reassures you

"just close your eyes, baby" he kisses your nose "and let us take care of you"

[skzoologist]

Hi!

Congratulations on your bolg and your success!

You deserve the whole world! Thanks for running this blog, your writing really gives me a lot. Your style and the feelings you convey are all so beautiful.

The event you created is like a big, wholesome hug from you to us. Thank you!

Okay. so back to business. My request from you: "May we meet again." This sentence means a lot to me because of "the 100" series (ILOVEDIT). In the series, this phrase was said when they said goodbye to each other, so I'd like to see what you think of this phrase among the members. I don't want to define the genre, in my eyes it's up to you. You are doing a great job in everything as I went through your blog. Maybe a ghost AU? It seems interesting to me. And pls interact with these characters: Bae, Hyunjin, Minho, Jisung, Seungmin, Changbin. I'd love to see everyone, but you said it's harder when you have a lot of characters to work/think with, so I tried to pick a few, pls don't hate me for my choice.

So yeah thanks if you write it.

Kind regards

word count: ~2.8k

warnings: it's angst, so be prepared

genre: heavy angst

a/n: You have no clue how much this means to me. Are you sure you meant to send this to me, and not someone else? I am undeserving of these nice words, because these are all I ever wanted to hear. 'You deserve the whole world' is something I use for people I love or look up to, so it means so, so much to me. And the fact that you feel like this event is a warm hug from me? It makes everything all a little better. While I haven't watched that series yet (might after your words about it), your request spawned something far more than a small drabble in my mind. It could outgrow itself even more, if there is need for it in the future. There is also some Bae lore hidden in it, and I hope you'll enjoy it. And don't worry about your choices about the members, I love all of them and would never judge you. I wrote that 'gets hard to write the more members there are' so someone wouldn't request like, every member of two whole bands. An OT8 request? I can do that with pleasure. This note turned long and I apologise, I just want to thank you for taking part in the event and for liking what I do, and may we meet again 💜

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

‘Your departure was so sudden.

It took every one of us by surprise, and in the worst way possible. I still remember to this day your gentle smiles, the ones that barely curved your lips, or the ones that stretched so far your eyes turned into twinkling little crescents. I loved the way you cutely pouted whenever something you were looking forward to got cancelled, or when we teased you a bit too much. Your skin would flush a warm shade, the colour of strawberries, something you never failed to share with us, despite how much you liked them.

Now all of those are gone, only living in our memories, fated to be faded and erased.

Poof, just like that.

The day we found you was supposed to be one of celebration. Everything was going perfectly, the final day of the tour ending with a bang and the loud cheering of our fans. We were all so happy, and you looked so happy too. Your eyes shined with that pride you loved to look at the members with, and just the memory itself causes my chest to play a bittersweet melody.

After the lights dimmed and we were off the stage, the excitement carried us to the rooms at the back, to have a feast filled with laughter.

You were only supposed to grab some drinks.

Instead we found your unmoving body on the floor in a dark room, as if you hid yourself away in your final moments so we wouldn’t have to witness them.

The days bled together after that. None of us was the same. Some of us lived in denial, while some struggled to accept reality, desperately wishing this was all a bad dream.

It sure felt like it. As if we lived in a hellish timeline, where we failed to notice the signs early and give you proper medical help. We should have seen it coming, with how frequent your migraines were getting.

But we failed.

Our leader just holed himself in, burying himself under mountains of work, uselessly hoping it would distract him. The music he’d created was proof that he failed. Our second oldest turned cold, impossibly so, the playfulness killed out of him. I think it died along with you, something I cannot fault him for to this day. Hyunjin stopped laughing, spending most of his time in his room. One day I stole a glance inside, and it was filled with portraits of you. I haven’t looked into his room ever since.

The young ones took it harder than us, and it was so easy to tell. Jisung was rewatching your favourite shows constantly, either by himself or one of us, as if our presence somehow mimicked yours. Felix… Felix tried the hardest to stay cheerful. He tried to smile and joke around, but eventually, he broke down and fell apart. I miss his brownies. Seungmin became more stoic, if that was even possible. His voice is harsh and critical, not only towards us, but himself as well. Our maknae seems lost all the time, now that you aren’t here to guide him. Sometimes I catch him turning to the side after he’s struggling with something, only to realise you aren’t there to give advice and help.

Me?

I’m the fragile thread that’s trying to keep us together, but hyung…it’s really hard.

I miss you so much.’

The sound of paper turning broke the silence, a new set of pages filled with ink ready to be read.

‘We are doing better now, at least I think.

Chan hyung occasionally leaves his studio, looking like death itself, but… at least we see him now. He also fell back into his leader duties, keeping us in check and making sure we get enough rest, despite not resting enough himself. I’m grateful for it, as I could take a little breather myself this way, but I still have to take care of him, as no one else is capable of it right now. Minho hyung is still distant, but he is slowly returning to his old, playful self. Although he still doesn’t get handsy with us, like he used to. Hyunjin hasn’t made a lot of progress, the light still missing from his eyes. But at least he can be coaxed out of his room for a movie night, a big progress in itself.

Jisung turned overly clingy, as if he was afraid we would suddenly disappear as well. And while Minho was keeping his distance, Jisung was the only one he let latch onto him, hushing the boy amidst another breakdown. Felix seemed to be fine now, his smile back in its place and laughter regularly leaving his lips. But we could see how they weren’t truly genuine, how he never went into the kitchen anymore to bake, how he seemed to zone out when he thought no one was watching. I can only hope we can help him. Seungmin stayed the same, regrettably, the walls around his heart now so thick not even we could break through. Although he would sometimes join us for a movie night as well, whenever I asked. It brought the smallest of hopes into my heart. And Jeongin, little Jeongin, now sported dark circles under his eyes, the skin raw and red regularly. His aversion to skinship lessened, accepting our hugs without protest.

We can recover from this, I just know it. Even if it takes years or a lifetime, but we can.

Or at least I thought we could.

It was a friday night, when we would usually gather around and spend some time together and delude ourselves that everything was fine. We would watch movies, a lot of your favourites in there despite how many times Jisung had seen them already, and just chat or sit in silence, drinking the others’ presence in.

Somehow the topic of conversation turned from our next album’s concepts to pickup lines, and I’d stupidly made the comment how you’d have loved these.

The shift in the atmosphere was instant.

Felix and Jeongin immediately started crying, Jisung soon to follow, as everyone else just sat there with glossy eyes. Nobody was able to console them, mainly because they were too busy trying not to break apart themselves. I failed at it myself, the mistake I’d made heavy on my shoulders.

That was when you’d first made contact with us, making us question our sanity.

All I remember was that the couch next to Jeongin dipped and his tears were wiped away by seemingly nothing, only goosebumps remaining in their place. It continued with Felix, then Jisung, shock clogging their throat as they stared up with wide eyes, as if they were seeing something. If it hadn’t happened to me as well, I wouldn’t have believed it, but…

They were all looking up at you and your ghostly appearance.

Your smile remained the same, if not a bit sad now as you looked at us, your eyes crinkling up in that slight arch and looking alive again. Your outfit remained the same, that dreaded stage outfit we’d last seen you in. Despite that, I was incredibly happy to see you and those cursed clothes again.

With a final swipe of your thumb against my wet cheeks you floated away, consoling the remaining members the best you could. I could tell how frustrated you were, how it pained you that all you could do was manifest power into drying up our tears, unable to touch us properly and bring us into a hug.

Not everyone understood that you were a ghost right away. Their hands phased through you, their eyes turning glossy once again the more they tried.

It was painful to watch.

And yet, you tried your best to meet their touch, your faint appearance slowly becoming stronger, as if you were alive again. Skin met skin and tears were let loose, but this time out of joy, instead of sorrow.

You told us how proud of us you were, that we were still here and continuing forward, as you were buried under our bodies and hugs. We teared up again, the tears never really stopping ever since you’d showed up. We protested and told you all our fears and anguish, how we missed you and how impossible it all felt to continue without you. Yet, you merely chuckled and strengthened your hold on us, as if you knew something we didn’t.

Hours later we all remained in the same position, afraid that you would disappear if we were to let go. When we voiced this, purely because you’d questioned why hadn’t we gotten up to eat and sleep yet, you sighed, the sound familiar and missed.

It didn’t take you long to phase through us, earning panicked sounds from us in response. You merely looked down at us with your hands on your hips and shook your head, telling us to wait there as you floated away into the kitchen. Of course we couldn’t let you out of our sight, in fear of you not appearing again, so we followed you like little ducklings and watched as you whipped up some omelettes for us, the fridge mostly empty besides a few basic ingredients.

We all stared at our plates, mostly still not believing what was happening and questioning if we actually went insane or not. But one bite shattered those worries, the food warm and divine. It brought tears into my eyes, silently weeping as I savoured each bite, the others in similar situations.

You hummed in delight when we all finished eating in your usual way of saying how much of a good job we did in taking care of ourselves. We watched you take the dirty dishes away, stacking them into the sink to wash later.

All of us were afraid to leave and get ready to sleep.

I remember the fear that gripped my heart just from the mere thought that this was all just for one day, and you would be gone the next. It took you coaxing us and your slightly see through form to accompany us as we got ready for bed, none of us willing to part ways with you.

And when it came to sleep, we adamantly stared at you instead, unable to hold you anymore as you said you were too tired to manifest yourself. It only added fuel to our fears.

We all sat on the floor of our living room, blankets and pillows on the ground, eyes drooping, yet never staying closed for long.

I fell asleep, afraid you wouldn’t be there when I woke up.’

The shifting of clothes and the crinkling of paper filled the silent space.

‘You were there the next day. And on the day after that, and the day after that as well. You were with us for long weeks, months even, as if that horrible day had never happened.

Everyone felt better, as if you appeared just to heal us. I wouldn’t doubt that, as kind and caring you were. It feels as if life took you away from us as some kind of punishment, so we could experience how harsh the world truly is without you by our side.

The group was back to their usual selves, something even the fans commented on. Chan was back at the dorms, spending only the minimum required time at the studio. Minho was back to his playful and weird self, grabbing at us and making weird noises randomly. I never thought I would ever miss those sounds. Hyunjin started laughing again, the sound like a healing balm to my soul. He cleaned out his room too, gifting some of your portraits to us, storing the others away as memories.

Jisung started joking around more, having stopped binge watching shows in a bundle of blankets. He was still clingy, but to a normalish extent. Felix started genuinely laughing and smiling again, your presence glueing his broken pieces together. On the second week of your reappearance he even baked, saddened that you couldn’t taste his cookies anymore. Seungmin was back to teasing us again, his puppy self coming out. Those walls around him crumbled at your gentle touch, and I never thought I would be so glad to have him constantly bother me once again. And lastly, our little maknae seemed happy, no more sleepless nights spent with practice and worry. He still seemed lost sometimes, but you were there to help him in the blink of an eye.

Everything felt good now, as if you weren’t even gone in the first place.

Something we never should have forgotten.

I still remember how we all blatantly ignored the signs once again, as how we’d done it in the past before your passing. You slowly started to spend less and less time cuddling with us, your form turning more and more translucent. You even seemed sadder, something you masked quite well in our presence.

One night, you gathered us together in the living room. Happy to spend time with you, we didn’t even question why, something that turned out to be a big mistake.

Your form seemed so frail, as if it was a wind away from disappearing forever. Yet, you still sported a smile, only for our sake, as if you didn’t do so, we would break into tiny pieces once again.

Words left your mouth, but I couldn’t quite comprehend them. So you repeated yourself softly, holding a hand to my cheek, the presence there so faint I could barely feel it.

You were disappearing from this world, forever this time.

I didn’t want to believe it, the air stuck in my lungs. I faintly heard Felix and Jisung break apart and start sobbing, your gentle hushes and words not able to fully comfort them. Next was Jeongin to crack, your thumbs that were now completely see through barely wiping his tears away. Hyunjin who was next to him grabbed onto you, unable to believe what you’d said. It took you longer to console him, his grip unrelenting. Chan soon joined the others, unable to keep up the tough leader act after being hurt so much. But you’d never commented on it, not even then, you merely hushed him as he hugged your slowly disappearing form. Minho silently wept, head turned down and eyes hidden underneath his hair. Even still, you could tell, kneeling down before him and comforting him. It broke him completely, sobs now loud and pleading.

The last one you turned to was Seungmin, silent tears already forming rivers down his face, lips pressed together tightly. You went over to him, even if it seemed to cost you a great amount of strength to do so, and cupped his face. Some tears collided with your faint hands, some passed through and fell onto the floor. He placed both of his hands onto yours, not wanting to see you go. But you smiled at him, a bittersweet smile, before uttering your last words and completely disappearing, leaving open wounds and trauma in your place.

“May we meet again, in another life, in another time.”

I wanted to live with you and create memories together in this life, yet you left us. Not once, but twice.

How cruel of you, hyung.’

The sound of the door opening stole my attention, my hand automatically closing the book shut, sealing those memories away temporarily.

“Hey Bin. What’s up?” - it was Jisung, having just come back from an interview.

I merely shrugged as I stood up to ruffle his hair, earning a whine from him and a smile from me. He swatted me away as I tried to do it again, his eyes drifting down towards the table and its content.

“Oh.” - that was all that left his lips, the expression on his face now turning soft and wistful.

I watched him slowly walk towards the book, taking it in his hands and carefully caressing its decorated cover, courtesy of every one of us. Memories seemed to pass by in front of his eyes, the surface now slightly glossy and dimmed.

“Hyung, I hope you’re doing well. Love you.” - he muttered before gingerly placing the book back onto its original place, a shelf that sat proudly on the middle of the wall, dedicated to one person only.

I couldn’t help but smile, the memories now sitting fresh in my mind, the wound now years later healed and scarred over.

Jisung was by the door already, looking expectantly back at me. I quickly grabbed my keys and jacket after putting on my shoes, looking back at that shelf one last time.

“May we meet again, hyung.”

[lover-of-mine]

pls tell us more about the s2 parallels

I was hoping someone would ask, so thank you 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Okay, so, for starters we have the way the season begins reintroducing the show in a sense because of the network change and a lot of those reintroductions look like the stuff they did during under pressure, not the pilot, down to having a bomb call. We have Buck letting go of a relationship that was supposed to be true love but we only see Buck's side, we all know Buck, Bothered and Bewildered is "what if during Under Pressure, Eddie had grabbed Buck by his face and kissed him" bucktommy then parallel Buck and Ali in the way they meet during the opening disaster, Tommy starts the connection, Buck talks to Maddie about how they are taking things slow, same with the coffee talk he has with Tommy, and the way that Tommy pretty much vanishes during the second half of the season even though we know he's around. The medal ceremony mirrors Eddie's shield ceremony. Bobby is struggling with Minessota down to the point where he loses the job over it. We also have the way that Athena has issues with being scared of the happiness being taken away from her so she doesn't want to go public about their relationship and the way Bobby keeps acting like he doesn't deserve her. Midseason event leads to Chim getting hurt while trying to get to Maddie and a hunt for one side of madney where they end up finding help themselves, being saved by family, Chim finds his way back to the Lee's, Maddie kills Doug and finds Buck, with Kevin and Doug making an appearance. There are also callbacks to all of the begins episodes that happen in season 2. The mere presence of Tommy and Gerrard gives us more of that. Hen going missing in the opening disaster and everyone breaking the rules to follow her. Season 2 also ends with henren deciding they want another child and now they are fighting to get their child back. Season 2 also has the plot where Eva tries to take Denny back and this time they do lose custody of Mara. Eddie and Shannon, Eddie and Kim, do I even need to try to go that deep there? Eddie has troubles created by sex that he discusses with Buck, the sex scene he has with Marisol in 705 mirrors the scene he has with Shannon in 210 almost exactly. Marisol only exists to take care of Chris while Shannon also exists in this space where it's more about Chris than Eddie. Eddie's parents try to get them back to Texas at the end of season 2, they actually succeed in getting Chris back this time. Eddie is again in a space where he was forced to stand there and do nothing as he loses someone he loves. Season 2 ends with the team missing one person, so does season 7. Bobby gets targeted in the finale by someone we meet two episodes before said finale in an episode where we learn more about Bobby's past. Bonus points on the way the Grant-Nash house gets targeted and this time it actually catches on fire. The bathena + the kids scene at the finale showing that's all they actually need too. Buck stepping up into a co-parent role but this time while getting asked to. There is more, but I haven't watched s7 enough times to pull them all from my memory right now. But like the 2 sets I posted earlier, there are also a lot of similarities in how the scenes were filmed too. There are a lot of callbacks to the structure of season 4, I'm not denying that, but it's season 2 again.

[prodagustd]

Hey, I had found the road not taken yesterday, just before I went to sleep. I told myself that I was going to read one chapter and then sleep. Now guess who read all three of them in one sitting? It is such a gripping read it compels you to continue. Your writing style makes it possible to almost see the scenes as if I were watching a film. You have immense talent. And, of course, your English is excellent. Have you lived in an English-speaking country?

I had trouble falling asleep after the story and I was thinking about what might have happened between OC and Yoongi. Let me drop my two cents in: They briefly (and secretly) dated during the Christmas period – not for long, 3 to 4 days. During this period OC got the role in the play. Yoongi, knowing that she wants to become an actress, let her go and pursue her dream, stating that them being together was a mistake. They had a fallout and OC ran away not to fulfil her dreams but from her feelings.

I’m so looking forward to reading the next chapter(s).

Take care

Hiiii, omg I love receiving long messages like this 🫶🏻😭

Thank youuuu, I’m so happy that you liked it!! Btw, I have never lived in an English speaking country, I actually think that I still have to learn a lot of things about the language but it’s not what I’m studying at the moment, so thank you 😭 I’m still trying to improve !!

It makes me so happy when someone says it looks like a movie because I wrote it like that!! I made a playlist of the soundtrack and everything jsdkjd and I haven’t stop listening to the playlist too,,

And omg thank you for dropping your theory 👀, spoiler: you might or might not find out what happened in exactly… two chapters 🤫. I hope everything makes sense by then!! It’s important for me that you find out by reading the scenes of the past 👀

If everything goes well, the next chapter will be posted next week!! I don’t want to set a date bc every time I do, something comes up and and I end up posting everything later 😭, but it’s almost done I promise!! And ~another spoiler ~ it’s fluffy, so pls look forward to it!!

Again, thank you for writing!! You automatically made my day 💜

[finniestoncrane]

Could I pls have a #7 off the fluff prompt list for the Batman rogues? I just love the chaotically dumb/troublesome S/o’s that drive their rogues crazy but are still loved by them at the end of the day and put up with their shit. I just love when the rogues are all “you’re an idiot but you’re my idiot.” Pls and thank you, your work is wonderful ☺️

Riddler + whoever else you feel like adding pls #7 “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

You're An Idiot/But You Love Me

Rogue Scenarios/Ficlets kjhkjhasd ok this was cutie and i liked writing it. i know it's not usually my thing to be soft and gentle so i hope this was ok! thank you for submitting it ;-; 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: nothin' it's just fluff, but no lil friends come near this shit anyway

riddler

"i thought that was the answer!" he scrutinised you with his narrowed eyes, trying to tell whether you were joking or not, making a fool out of him, mocking him. "are you being sarcastic?" you walk over to him and place a kiss on his cheek. " a little bit, but that was the easiest riddle ever, do you think i'm an idiot?" he grabbed your waist as you turned away from him, spinning you back around and kissing your forehead. "you are an idiot." snuggling your head into his neck you whispered "but you love me anyway."

two face

"god! you're an IDIOT!" you cowered slightly at the yell, trying to maintain eye contact so you could break through to him, past two face. "i'm so sorry, i didn't realise, i made a mistake, but we got out alive!" he spat his words at you, "barely! god you're so stupid." reaching out tentatively you placed your hand on his cheek, desperate to reach harvey. looking into his eyes you risked a kiss. "but you love me?" his hands wrapped around your waist in a soft embrace, kissing the top of your head, voice softer now. "of course."

scarecrow

so maybe you should have known better, given that you were dating jonathan crane. but you were too focused on watching the horror movie he had put on. you just put your hand to the side and picked up the first cup your fingers landed on, taking a sip and putting it back down. it took him a few minutes before he realised why you had suddenly become far more terrified of the cheesy slasher. when he eventually got you calmed down, you noticed how tight his grip on your hand was. he let go when he realised you were smiling at it. "you're an idiot." you grabbed at his hand again. "but you love me!" he neither confirmed nor denied it.

penguin

"haha! see sweetheart, that's why you can't play a player." he began raking in the chips after settling his cards down on the table. "four of a kind, it feels good to win." you smiled, pleased to see him so happy. "don't worry, kid, one of these days you'll win. i'll teach you how to beat everyone, except me. so what hand did you have?" you lay them down, shrugging. "none of them matched, oz. total bust." he stared at them, then back at you, then back at the cards. "you're an idiot." you tilted your head to the side, staring blankly at him. "that's a straight flush, doll, you beat me! you didn't notice?" you smiled, "no i did, i'm just good at bluffing." his mouth was screwed shut tight, and as you leaned over to collect your winnings, you pressed a kiss to them. "but you love me."

zsasz

"let's go then!" you dove around the corner, guns blazing, firing what might have seemed at random to the untrained eye, but victor watched you, trying to cover you, a pointless attempt because every wild shot you took was right on target. but you hadn't accounted for the one officer who had been hiding, who burst out as you realised you were out of ammo. quickly to the rescue, zsasz took aim, rushing up behind you and turning you around. "you're an idiot! that was reckless, and dangerous, and...kinda hot." he kissed you, arms gripping at your waist, "but you're still an idiot." you took his head in your hands and rubbed your nose to his "but you love me." he smiled into you, stepping back to reload his weapons. "of course i do, you're my idiot."

harley

it might have been your fault that she'd been beaten up by batman, but it still hadn't warranted the absolute tirade she'd gone on once you were back at her hideout. "you're a complete idiot, y'know!?" and as your eyes fell to the floor she realised that it was the moment to break the cycle. it horrified her how much she sounded like him, scolding you and berating you. staring back up at her, your eyes met, and you spoke meekly. "but you love me...?" harley fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around you and holding you to her chest. "more than words, dumplin', pinky swears."

[sulky-valkyrie]

HI SULKY here's a prompt, happy friday, pls for some anders/tabris/nat or some permutation thereof: “ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

haaaaaaaai Jay💜 have some of my best feral girl trying very hard not to be! for @dadrunkwriting

Tabris was in the stables brushing Ohgren’s pony when she heard the crash.  Concerning, but probably nothing.  The gates had been mangled so badly in the siege that even dismantling them was a loud and destructive process, and while each clatter or thud always made her jump, she was learning to ignore them instead of running down to the courtyard with blades in hand.

Aeducan whinnied and tried to eat her hair as she rubbed down his front legs, and she bonked his nose gently.  “Stop it or no sugar lumps.”  

Whether it was the threat or the thump, she didn’t know, but Aeducan stopped.  He didn’t settle down, though, and kept shifting nervously.  The tension started to make Tabris’ skin crawl and her ears twitch.  Come to think of it, the sounds of construction had stopped.  In fact, the whole keep was too quiet.  She tossed the brushes in their basket and hurried out with weapons drawn, and damn how foolish it might make her look.

The eerie silence felt louder now.  Not good.  The gates were the most likely source of the racket, so starting there was her best bet.  As she rounded the last row of outbuildings, her heart jumped in her throat.  Half the keep was in the courtyard, and in the middle of it, clearly pulled out from under some of the rubble, was Anders.  Lying on the ground.  Not moving.

Visions of Alistair’s body flashed before her eyes. The blades fell from her hands as she broke into a sprint.  No, no, no, no, no, not again.

She plowed through the crowd, pushing people away and knocking them down before crouching down by his side.  He was still breathing, at least, but his leg didn’t look right and when she stroked his hair, she could feel a lump.  “What happened?” she demanded.  “Someone get Velanna, now!”

“Already done, Commander,” someone said.  

A hand touched her shoulder and she snarled, whirling to snap at it.  “Don’t go bitin’ nothin’ off,” Oghren chuckled.  “Never hear the end of it from Felsi if I lose my magic touch.”

She shrugged him off and turned back to Anders.  “Fix it or fuck off,” she whispered.

“You think I came down here to gawk?” Something hard and cold tapped her ear.  “Give him this shit.”

Tabris scowled up at him.  “What is it?”

“Some leftovers from that dumb broad who ate the wrong mushrooms down in Orzammar.  Might not fix the leg, but it’ll wake him up.” He gave her a sloppy salute.  “Warden’s honor.”

Right, Lady Brodens.  The twit who’d managed to get herself poisoned while the Harrowmonts and Aeducans were brawling in the streets.  She grabbed the vial and tilted Anders’ head up to dribble a bit into his mouth.  He swallowed reflexively, and she let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.  Slow and steady, don’t force it.

She did a few drops at a time, making sure he swallowed instead of inhaled, then repeated it, over and over.  It felt like it took hours to get even a quarter of the potion into him, but she didn’t dare move him more than she already had until someone made sure his neck wasn’t damaged.  Whether that was Velanna - where the fuck was she? - or Anders himself, she didn’t care.  

Her legs were numb when he started to stir.  First he started licking his lips, then his eyes started to flutter.  She didn’t try to speed up the process or give him more, no matter how much she wanted to.  “Anders?” she asked softly.

He mumbled something unintelligible and tried to shake his head, whimpering when she held him still.  Her heart hurt watching it; restraints and hair pulling had been a recurring nightmare for as long as they’d been sleeping together, and the fact that she was putting him through it deliberately, regardless of the necessity, made her feel like a monster.

“It’s me, Anders,” she tried again.  “It’s Tabris.  You’re o- you’re safe,” she murmured.  “Something happened with the gate, you’re not in the Circle.”

He coughed weakly and finally opened his eyes.  “Not the way I wanted to spend time in your lap.”

She bent down to kiss his forehead.  “How badly are you hurt? Can you walk?  Can you move at all?”

He blinked a few times as he considered the question, then held up his hand.  It trembled slightly, but he was definitely moving it on his own power.  “Yes to the last one.”  He waved it gingerly, and a soft blue-green glow started to creep from his fingers to his wrist, then the rest of his arm, disappearing into his sleeve.  She felt a faint tingle as it continued to spread through his body.  “Some bruises, no concussion.  Leg’s broken too,” he muttered, then winced.  “Ugh, compound fracture.”

“Anything else?” Tabris asked.  As if that weren’t enough.

He pushed himself up slowly.  “Maker, I hope not.  Is Ria okay?”

“Who?”  Tabris scooted forward to keep supporting him as he reached for his leg, hand already lit up with more magic.

He chuckled quietly as he rested his head on her shoulder.  “You really are terrible with names, aren’t you?”

Tabris shrugged.  No use denying it.  “What’d she do?”

“Senna’s niece.”  He hissed as something in his leg clicked back into place audibly.  “They came from Highever.  She was chasing some birds and the granite slipped from the harness and -” he stopped.  “There wasn’t time to cast anything and I couldn’t just let it happen, love,” he said apologetically.

She kissed his forehead gently.  “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

[oddinary4bts]

Oh my god the sob i let out when yoongi broke up with oc oh my god its the ugliest loudest sob i had this year THIS IS THE SADDEST ANGST IVE READ THIS 2023 WHAT A WAY TO END THE YEAR !! 🥺💜 i can still remember sending an ask asking u to hurt me more and you delivered!! i am literally shaking while crying all through out (even when im reading the smut i am still crying lmao) anyway, i dont know why but when yoongi cried too i felt like i forgive him for everything and im like nooo baby pls 😭😭 and it really hurt because the way oc said " i forgive you" girl i really felt the same :< but it just hurts 😭😭 everything hurts (but i am happy) i am so sad for jungkook and oc and yoongi i dont want them to suffer anymore pls give them a happy ( even not happy just them in a better place) ending AND I LOVE YOU ALWAYS I AM STILL CRYING OH MY GOD happy holidays!!! 💜💜💜

Oh I’m sorry it made you cry so much🥺😭 and the best angst of 2023??? You’re too kind🥺 I’m happy you were able to forgive Yoongi! I found it hard to forgive him as I’m really iffy about cheaters but I’m glad his redemption arc worked with you hahaha

I promise everyone does have a happy ending!! Or the happiest they can get with the situation, you know??🥹

I love you and happy holidays to you too✨✨

[jimimn]

I know, I know, but my brain didn't connect the things 😭 it never does when it comes to bts spoiling their stuff lmao 😭

Ahh I know what you mean!! It does feel like we know him better, and I will forever be grateful that he chose to show us this side as well. I'm very curious what he'll do in the future. I think he mentioned somewhere he will make brighter songs in the future? Idk I might've just imagined it. But I'm still happy he chose to talk about these things. We already knew how much the pandemic affected him (khm mots:e khm) but I feel like we know even more about what he's been through? Especially in Alone.

Yes, the promos were so good!! I still haven't watched the beat coin ep or the radio one, I only saw clips but I'm hoping to catch up on them soon!! I can't believe it's Jimin era and I'm missing stuff 😩 the music shows were so good??? I loved every performance my god and when he went on the actual shows and we could see him get his awards 🥺🥺🥺 and hobi coming and bringing him big bouquet of purple flowers 😭😭😭 pls he deserves every win he ever got and will get. I'm telling you the year end award shows are going to be crazy, we thought last year was bad when it was bts vs jimin vs hobi vs I don't even remember who was nominated 😭 and now it will be joon vs jimin vs yoongi vs hobi vs tae & jk if they release 😭 the girlies are gonna be fighting for those awards.

I have to admit I actually hated the fancalls akdjjdkska and I hate that Yoongi will do them to. Like OKAY the thought and intention behind them ARE SWEET OKAY. But I hate that 90% of them are just literal weverse army mentality of "jimin marry me". I did see very sweet ones too!! And I'm glad people were actually talking with him and congratulating him and everything but I will hate fancalls forever I'm sorry 😭 if it was up to me I would not let them do them, like I'm sorry sweetie but save yourself from the cringe 😭 Although that person who played set me free on piano was amazing, love that for them ❤️ but I did see someone dress up in a literal wedding dress, so no ❤️

I KNOW every song he put out was literal crack. The MVs were insane. I actually haven't watched the mujin one either 😭😭 what kind of Jimin biased am I 😭😭 I hate having a life

I know what you mean 🥺 with Indigo and JITB I could very clearly choose favorites, and songs I didn't like that much (all of them are really good but sadly I have to have taste and preferences 😭) but with face I really struggled 😂 Not that I was trying to dislike any song from any album!! But I think if I had to choose one, I would choose Alone. No, I would definitely choose Alone. I fucking love that song and love the lyrics and his voice and the message and how I can relate to it and everything. I'm currently obsessing over 'Mayday, get me out of here' overlapping with the 'Day and night' line. But I can definitely say that I resonate with every song. I love his album and most importantly I love HIM and I hope nothing bad ever comes to him and fuck everyone who ever wronged him and I wish him nothing but success 💜 Idk how he can be any more successful than right now but oh well 😭 - 🦋

adding read more hehe<3

Yes he did mention that. Oh and definitely. Jimin rarely ever showed us or talked to us about what he was going through during that time except during the mots on:e endingment. God that had been a punch to the gut. But seeing the jimin of today who put all that hurt and pain so beautifully into an album that I'm sure resonates with so many people in so many different ways, I've never been prouder. Him saying that he has healed from those feelings just made me so happy, you know? 🥺 also face era kind of left me feeling empty. Not in a negative way but a 'what do I do with my life now' kinda way. Empty as in we saw soooo much of Jimin during this era that I was like "Ok what now? now that i won't get to see jimin what nowhdjhdj???" which is... kind of pathetic of me tbh but i can't help it bc theyre my constant source of happiness u know? like little breaks in my otherwise dark life rip. I'm so glad we have yoongi's promotions soon otherwise idk what I would have done 😭😭😭

I've watched half of the beat coin ep and I'm waiting on the subtitles for the radio show to watch it hehe (although i HAVE read all the live translations). AND PLEASE. The way the members support each other just makes me bawl every single time. Like even after knowing so well how much they love each other, when they do these things for each other, it just makes my heart sob. Pls when bts members get nominated for and win all those awards 😎 next bts is bts 😎

Oh ngl me too. Like yeah most of what I saw were really nice and cute and they complimented him and congratulated him but the others ... the one girl who was like oh but the name of my boyfriend is park jimin. stfu pls you got one minute to talk to him and THATS WHAT YOU SAID????? corny cringey grosssss and pls don't even get me started on the wedding dress pls i will start yelling out profanities. I really fucking hope to god no one says yoongi marry me during the calls 😭😭😭😭 but obviously i just know there will be some dumbass who will do it anyway.

And its okay you can watch the content on your own time. There was a lot so don't beat yourself up for it if you haven't had the chance to watch them yet 🤍

And yeah same. I really struggled with Face too. All the songs are my taste 😭😭😭 Alone makes me cry so much lol. Sometimes when I'm listening to Face and I'm not doing anything else while listening, I open the lyrics and read them (even though I probably know them by heart by now) and I always choke up. Same, I really hope he never has to go through these feelings ever again :((( he deserves all the happiness and all the success and even more. I'll always wish nothing but the best for him <3🥺

[depressedkakashismut]

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#ok but gai got that for him as an absolute joke and was equally surprised to fond out it’s a whole ass kink for both of them

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#5

pls talk about anything trans kakashiiii

Trans Kakashi, my love.

Kakashi has a strict ‘no touching the chest’ rule. He does not like being reminded of his chest and that rule stays in place until he finally has time to get top surgery

The same issue does not apply to his groin. Kakashi loves Strap on’s but he also loves getting fucked senseless by his partner any way they want to have him. He is perfectly confident in his body regardless of not having bottom surgery, and actually enjoys having the option of ‘interchangeable dicks’

Gai has a favorite strap on. It’s a big purple one that’s nicely ribbed for pleasure, and he always gets excited when Kakashi pulls it out for their night together.

Kakashi is also perfectly happy riding his partner. Obito is his favorite to ride because he just makes such a pretty picture laying on the bed with his fingers digging into Kakashi’s hips while Kakashi rides his cock. Relaxed, ready to be used, Obito is probably one of Kakashi’s favorites and Obito both hates it and loves it.

30 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#4

Kakashi can last one round and then he’s done. Too exhausted to keep going

Unfortunately for him, Gai is a beast in a fight and in bed and can go a solid three rounds without even breaking a sweat

Explaining to Tsunade-sama that Kakashi’s in the hospital because Gai blew out his back AND exhausted him to a point that’s somehow worse than chakra exhaustion is…. Not the best conversation to be having

Yet they keep having it

At least once a month

And she’s so sick of them XD

30 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

#3

oh nooo tumblr search is broken. guess you'll have to tell us again what would make kakashi beg for it in bed... ;P

For Kakashi to beg? Oh anon, that’s so easy for anyone who knows this man 💜💜💜

Call him a good boy. He may not be an Inuzuka but he is a dog man and he will become putty in your hand as soon as those words leave his mouth.

Let him worship you. Kakashi adores him partner and being given the freedom to show that love is a good way to make him horny. By the time he’s done lavishing you with press he’ll be begging to fuck you.

Tie him up and blind fold him. The only thing Kakashi won’t let you do is put anything in his mouth (like a ball gag is a hard no) but everything else he enjoys to the max. Being unable to touch his partner is like torture and it won’t take long for him to cave and start begging to touch you.

Overstimulate him with touch. He’ll be desperate to please and to get off

Give him a collar. Look, kakashi doesn’t have a thing for being ‘owned’ but he does have a thing for being claimed and what better way to show it than to put a collar around his neck? He’s yours no questions asked snd he’s begging for that attention

31 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

#2

Obito has a lot of thoughts about what he’s going to do with Kakashi once he gets those pants off. How he’s going to fuck him, ride him, play with him. Anything and everything is running through his head

It all comes to a screeching halt when he finally gets those pants off and the knowledge that Kakashi is trans smacks him in the face like a ten ton brick. Not that he forgot, just that in his brain Kakashi=boy and that was the end of that.

Kakashi just looks up at him like ‘you ok?’ And Obito has to think fast

It’s ok though, he’s great at being spontaneous and really, it’s not that diffrent.

Kakashi still gets on his knees and lets Obito fuck his ass, it’s just finding the hole is a little more troublesome because it’s in slightly diffrent spots. Once he does though he’s back on track and Kakashi makes such pretty noises.

But also, Obito really does love getting fucked once in a while so he’s a lil sad until Kakashi tells him he has strap ons

Not just one, but many. Obito gets to choose and that makes him more excited than he would like to admit

But he’s going to enjoy fucking kakashi fist. It’s kinda nice having kakashi on his knees for him, paints a pretty picture. Of course, Kakashi’s a bossy ass bottom and Obito’s annoyed that it makes him even more excited

Other than a short pause and the dawning realization that he did NOT think this through, nothing changes. Obito still gets to fuck Kakashi senseless, and he even gets to rid a nice pretty blue dildo that is ridged in all of the right places

36 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Would Kakashi enjoy having a smaller S/O where when he slid himself inside them, he'd see his cock poking their insides, and being visible as a belly bulge?

I don’t think it’s something Kakashi would seek out in a partner. His concern with partners is emotional connection and personality, not looks or how they would look splayed out in front of him in bed. There are of course bonus’ he will enjoy if he gets them, but it’s not a driving force for him dating someone.

His main concern in bed is his partners face. Seeing the pleasure twisting at their face, hearing the beautiful words that spill from their lips from them. His own personal show on display, all because of how he’s fucking them.

His goal is to make his partner feel good. To help them climax and enjoy themselves to the fullest. So while he certainly would enjoy seeing a little belly bulge if it caught his eye, it’s not something I think he would be looking for.

He’s far more concerned with watching his partner and enjoying every bit of them and their reactions that he can.

41 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

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[seungkwan-s]

caratblr secret santa again! (gonna give myself an emoji to make things easy so...consider me 🐻 for now, if you will)

i guess i also should ask if u have a preference for who the fic is about. i know ur a seungkwan luvr ofc but im curious if u want it to be a specific person or if u want me to just choose from your list of biases

and btw. u are reallyyyy challenging my writing skills!! i also love a little angst that turns into fluff and i love an enemies to lovers. but i am so bad at writing it 😭 at least i think i am. fluff is truly my main talent, i'd say. but for you, i shall conquer it! always ready to take on something new. but no worries, there will be a happy ending because i dont think i could handle not writing one lol

also i loved hearing about you, you sound so precious truly truly. also i love cows too!!! my grandparents own a farm and i think the most precious part is seeing all the little cow babies

i grew up watching criminal minds with my sister and ive been obsessed ever since. like i think ive seen the first 11-12 seasons at least three times all the way through. but yes i imagine its a fun show to watch with an s/o ! especially if one of you has really good reactions lol

hiii! that definitely makes it easier 💝

lengthy response !!

honestly i'm happy with anyone but my preference would be either; seungkwan, joshua, jun or jeonghan just because they're in my bias list </3 i have a HUUUUUGE soft spot for joshua (well who doesn't let's be honest....) 💜

AAAA i'm so sorry!!!!! if enemies to lovers isn't the best, i love best friends to lovers too? i wouldn't want you to feel pressured into writing something that's not your kind of style! i totally understand. as a writer myself, there are a few things i'm not the best at either 💀 so i want you to feel at ease writing something 💓

awww!!!! pls, you are so lovely!! my mum and step dad are currently in the process of basically redoing their dream house, they purchased a house but it was in a really bad state, the previous owner did not take care of it at all so they've basically stripped the house, took the inside walls and ceilings down and are doing it up their way. it's gonna look amazing when it's finished. the house—for some reason—had 23 different wasp nests (no wasps btw!! thankfully, i'd of run a mile) 💀 the previous owner also had a lot of greenhouses but he smashed all of them up and there was so much glass in the garden. it took my mum and i DAYS to carefully dispose of the broken glass (and what's annoying, is that there are still tiny fragments of glass that you come across in the garden 💀) the house is in the middle of the countryside, and oh my god.... seeing all the lambs & calves 🥰🥰🥰 SOOOO CUTE. i really want to brush the hair of a highland cow, that's one of my dreams 💘

oh it's SO good, i love it </3 whenever my s/o and i watch it, we always try say "oh he could be the unsub because" and then we give our reasons. i cried SO MUCH when emily "died" i was full on sobbing </3

i hope you're having a great weekend!

also i want to know, who your svt biases are!? 💎

[bloviating-vy]

Hi Vy! I came across Soul on Fire a couple of days ago and sat down to read all the chapters out so far and (pls excuse the all caps)

I JUST — WANT TO SCREAM SO BAD BC WHY IS THIS THE ANGSTY SLOWBURN SEOKJIN FIC IVE BEEN CRAVING MY ENTIRE LIFE

There aren’t enough words to describe what those four chapters made me feel but to summarize a few: my heart is racing, my stomach has butterflies, and I am teetering on the balls of my feet waiting to see where this goes!!

The dynamics between all the characters are so complex and exciting for me to analyze, between both Seokjin and OC and then their respective partners as well, and just like the way their lives collide so unexpectedly and them navigating this new world makes me abhxndjskkwmsakxndbdnsjxnskdnsjj (sorry for keysmashing)

I want to go back and reread every individual chapter again but like can I just say thank you so much because this fic scratched an itch I didn’t know I had and I’ve been looking to read something like it for so very long and now I can’t stop thinking about it so thank you thank you thank you now let me go check out the rest of your fics while I patiently wait 💜💜💜

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm just VERKLEMPT and quite frankly, slightly overwhelmed by your kindness and comments. I'm so glad that the fic is scratching that itch and you're so very welcome!! Lots of angst forthcoming but I hope it's worth it in the end.

I have a few more Seokjin angst fics in my mlist so hopefully they will suffice until I can finish Ch5. :D

Happy Monday!