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imaginespazzi · 1 month

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Bestie, I absolutely love the reactions, and the potential upset picks based on nothing but vibes (because is there any other way to pick them really?), the silly goofy vibes F4 predictions! All of it!

Ok, so I've created a few too many brackets lmao, some (read: most) with all vibes and zero logic, and a couple with slightly more logic, maybe, lol. But I guess my "primary" bracket consists of the following, and I'll start from sweet 16, to make it shorter (yk when i say shorter i really mean longer):

Sweet 16

Albany 1:

SC vs Oklahoma (I actually think Indiana could get through over Oklahoma but for humanity's sake, I'm manifesting the Sooners) Oregon St vs Notre Dame ( I wanted to give Nebraska and/or Ole Miss the upset in Rd 2, which I have in a couple of my other brackets, but ultimately, I think Oregon St and ND get through)

Albany 2:

Princeton vs Kansas St (ok so my primary bracket should really be one of my more logical ones but fuck that, it's March Madness for a reason, and I desperately want Princeton to get through and upset Iowa. I mean, just imagine being the team that sends CC and the Hawkeyes packing, and to do it in Carver? Give me a Kaitlyn Chen buzzer-beating game-winning shot for the theatrics! Oh and Colorado and Kansas St is a toss-up for me rn, but I'll go with Ayoka Lee)

LSU vs UCLA (I badly wanna see Louisville upset LSU bcos in Jeff I trust buuuut I just can't see it rn, I'm sorry Jeff)

Portland 3:

USC vs Columbia (yeah that's right, fuck it, Columbia in against Vandy then upsets Baylor and VT cos it's Abbey Hsu's last year and the universe owes her one! 😌)

UConn vs Ohio State (Does a Syracuse/Auburn/Arizona matchup scare me a little? Sure, but just a little, cos March P and MVLi will get them through. Also, what's with the committee and setting up players against their former team - HVL vs Louisville and Celeste vs Duke, lmao committee be a lil messy sometimes)

Portland 4:

Texas vs Utah (I know people are expecting Utah to stumble early, maybe even in the first round, but not me bestie, NOT ME)

Tennessee vs Stanford (you're right that there's really no in between with TN, either they upset NC State or get blown out by them but I'm going with the upset)

Elite 8

South Carolina vs Oregon State (I know, I have Oregon St with the upset over ND, but idk i think a part of me is a lil biased towards PAC 12 teams just given what they'd had to contend with even though ACC was a tough one too, so I'm giving Oregon St the slightest edge)

Kansas St vs UCLA (I wanna take Princeton all the way to an Elite 8, I do, but I didn't 😭 And maybe I'm too high on UCLA but like you said, they're just more consistent and I trust them more than LSU and most other teams)

USC vs Ohio State (I'M SORRY Y'ALL! Ok, look, as I might have said before, I'm a massive Jacy and Cotie fan and because it's Jacy's final year, I kinda have a slight bias towards OSU right now. But what about Aaliyah and Nika, you ask?? What about "bleed blue always"? I know, I'm such a traitor, but in my defence? my main attachment to UConn is Azzi, even though I do love the rest of the team - and since Azzi isn't playing, my attachment to a few other players (read: Jacy and AP) have been a little stronger this season. PLS FORGIVE ME)

Utah vs Stanford (read previous statement and my said attachment to certain players - I'm wishing on any and every shooting star that AP goes on a generational run and takes Utah this far 🙏 I also have TN upsetting Stanford in some brackets, but not this one)

Final 4

South Carolina vs Stanford (Given I'd been letting my heart dictate most of these picks, I really should have just gone with Utah to make it here, but this is the one time my brain actually took over)

UCLA vs Ohio State (like you, USC still doesn't move me as much as other teams, although I do think they're actually a solid team even outside of Juju, but hey if I picked Ohio State over UConn then I should really stand by that now huh)

National Championship

South Carolina vs Ohio State

Champion

Ohio State (I will say, I think after the second sweet-16 reveal, I picked OSU to win then and so I thought well I might as well stand ten toes down and stay consistent 😅)

Again, I'm sorry for betraying UConn like this, I know pookie would be disappointed in me 😔 but fear not y'all, I swear I made another bracket where I have UConn win it all soooo, call it even?

Anyway, this is all from an unqualified, amateur, and unserious wcbb fan who used simply nothing but vibes and a quarter of a brain cell to make these picks!

I'm sorry you had to read through all that, bestie. I know you're probably like, i didn't ask for this!! But I hope it was entertaining, if anything 😂

Biggest love to you always, Nivi. 💗

-🙋‍♀️

Hi bestie <3

BABES NOT YOU PICKING AGAINST MY HUSKIES 😭😭😭

Now that, that's out of the way (I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed 🥲) I actually see the vision with your bracket but I'm ngl babes we are on very different wavelengths for the first time lol because "main" bracket is not this at all (well kinda).

I have SC vs Indiana (still rooting for Fairfield) because I have Oklahoma losing to FGCU and I picked the Nebraska upset so I have them vs ND but I have SC coming out of that region as well.

Also babes I'm with because I have Princeton making the sweet 16 as well like it's what we deserve but I'm picking the Louisville upset because fuck Kim Mulkely lmao but I do ultimately have UCLA coming out of that region.

Our Portland 3 region is so insanely difference because I'm so sorry bestie I have OSU getting upset by Duke in the 2nd round. And this is gonna backfire but I have USC getting upset in the 2nd round by Kansas and then obviously I have UConn coming out of the whole things.

But we see each other with Portland 4 because I have Texas vs Utah and Stanford vs Tennessee as well but then listen APHive, I'm so sorry, and I have Utah going further in my fun brackets, but in the main, I had to put Texas above. I have Stanford coming out of that one though.

Anyways all of this to say that I have Stanford vs UConn in the national championship with UConn winning it all. I genuinely tried to make *1* bracket where UConn didn't win and I just couldn't so basically in every world in my brain UConn wins.

I love your thoughts always babes (even when you're betting against my huskies) and I love that they're always long. <3

#ask #wcbb #ncaa wbb #UCLA ANON LOML FR <3 #even if they pick against my huskies

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chris-continues · 1 year

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omg hi Chris okay so nai gets a vertical labret and it doesn't hurt unless he puts pressure on it or accidentally bumps it which isn't bad, he doesn't mind it actually, it's tolerable. the only problem he has with is that he can't kiss you because it's an irritation. not to him. of course, but to the metal in his lip and he can't do anything about it but wait several weeks before smooching time again. also he has hella chapped lips and he's mad LMAO

GOD HES SO PATHETIC I LOVE HIM

I can’t kiss you >:(

A very frustrated Nai and a very teasing you. Just wait a couple weeks and he’ll get you back.

Nai almost bites his lip in thought- huffing at the irritation on his lower lip. His eyes practically pierce the paper he’s writing- not due for another… 5 days, but if he finishes this early that means less stress- and to his credit, he’d rather get this over with.

The door unlocking invades his ears as he moves one headphone away from his ear, conspiracy podcast on hold.

“Hey.” It was narrowed down to two people- either you, or Vash, and judging by your footsteps it was most definitely you. He fully turns to face you, “You put it back in!” You exclaim, admiring how his vertical labaret emphasized his bottom lip rather charmingly.

“..I had it out for too long. It closed up, so I had to get it redone.” He sighs, leaning in to kiss you until-

“Mmmpfgh!-“ he groans, wincing a bit. Your worried face soon moves all discomfort to the recesses of his mind, taking a backseat- “No, no- I uh.. I cannot kiss you for 2-3 weeks.” He winces as if that brought twice the amount of pain. “No excess irritation.”

You pull away, and it takes a load of willpower not to follow your lips once more as you settle down beside him. His frost blue eyes look down to his schoolwork. God, if only he’d worn his previous piercing more often- he had an upcoming internship and couldn’t wear face jewelry there, unfortunately.

“That’s gonna suck.” You frown, before a grin overtakes your face. You’re plotting something.

“But I can kiss you as much as I want.. just not on your lips.” It’s such a direct thing to say, and you’re a bit flustered despite you being the one teasing him- it’s far too adorable, as is every other part of you.

“Kiss me where?” If you were going to tease, he may as well see what you’d do. His voice rumbles dangerously, teasingly, aggravated.. a warning. Not that it held any serious fire besides desperately wanting to kiss you breathless, until you were fisting his shirt and pulling him closer despite the need for air.

And god, did you do something.

Your gentle lips moved to peck the side of his jaw, feeling his pulse just a bit below, thrumming with excitement. Then his cheek.

You have to clumsily get onto your knees while on the couch to kiss the outer edge of his eyebrow, then his hairline.

“Alright, that’s enough.” He huffs, gently holding your hips to guide you to sit back down. “You came to get work done, no?”

You nod, most definitely not making eye contact as his tongue darts out against his chapped lips in a show of annoyance. “Get work done my dear.” He emphasizes once again, a slight raise of his eyebrow showcasing his obvious amusement.

His eyebrows furrow in frustration as he thinks back on how your lips must feel now.

He’ll be counting down the days until he can feel your lips on his once more, thinking up comments he’d say to get you as worked up as he is.

Knives is a force to be reckoned with, a major fucking tease when he’s frustrated. And you’re about to see that once more.

#piercings #vertical labret #chris writes #millions knives #college au #established relationship #college au knives #fanfic #drabble #knives millions

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iamawolfstarsimp · 10 months

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Sup bitches im back

This fic idea kinda just kinda hit me and I've been wanting to write for a few days now so I wanted to write this quickly before the motivation goes on vacation

but I'm writing this at 1 in the morning so if it sucks then thats probably why lmao

So yeah enjoy

Remus stretched his back, listening to the cracks it made but the stubborn pain that had been forming over a few weeks was still persistently there.

In hindsight Remus knew this would happen eventually with all the leaning over books he did. He was prepared for all of the I told you so's he would get from the others.

That evening he once again stretched his ever aching back, the action was quickly becoming a habit. He groaned slightly when it twinged with pain.

"Does your back hurt?" Sirius asked from his bed.

"Oh, I didn't know you were in here." Remus replied with an embarrassed smile. "Yeah, it does."

"Want me to help you?" Sirius offered, setting down a book which Remus recognized as one he had recommended to Sirius.

"Help me how?" He asked. He'd thought about going to madame pomfrey but had decided against it.

"Well, when me or James' backs are sore from quittitch we like to rub or massage them for each other to help ease the pain." Sirius explained as he walked over to where Remus was sat. "Would you like to try it? It doesn't hurt, it actually feels quite nice."

"Okay." Remus said with some hesitation. It wasn't that he didn't trust Sirius but touching had always been a bit of a discomfort for him.

He reluctantly followed Sirius to his bed and layed down on his front as instructed. Sirius then gently clambered onto him and sat down on his upper thighs.

"I'm gonna start with your lower back okay?" Remus enjoyed how polite Sirius was being about the whole situation and nodded to indicate that it was okay.

He felt Sirius latch onto his lower back and start rubbing slow, soothing circles with his thumbs, the rest of his fingers lighty squeezing his sides.

He then moved up to just below Remus' shoulder blades, using four fingers to massage deep into the skin and muscle.

Remus felt slight shock when not only did this relieve his muscles of any pain but it's also tickled.

He felt his cheeks flush and buried his face unto the mattress, inhailing the smell of Sirius (which wasn't helping).

"So how long has your back been hurting?" Sirius asked as his hands moved down to Remus' back ribs. Remus clamped his mouth shut to not let any giggles out that were starting to form.

"Remus?" Sirius asked in confusion, stopping his hands to lean up and check on Remus. "Did you fall asleep, mate?"

"Yep!" Remus answered quickly. "I'm fihine!"

"Okay.." Sirius leaned back to his original spot and continued. Remus groaned quietly when Sirius began on the ribs again, the same tickly rubbing method.

"You know," Sirius smirked, starting to catch on. "you don't have to smush your face into the mattress."

"Sh-shut uhup." Remus mumbled.

Sirius stopped his rubbing and instead starting experimentally poking all over Remus' back, focusing on wherever would get the best reaction out of him.

"Remus, is your back ticklish?" Sirius grinned.

"N-noho!"

"Really? Cause you're giggling quite alot for someone who's back isn't ticklish."

Remus groaned again, his groan interrupted by giggles. Sirius continued probing his back for any ticklishness. He found a soft spot just below Remus' shoulder blades and the same soft spot on the top of his spine almost on the neck.

"Dohon't!" Remus squeaked when Sirius lightly traced on the two spots.

"Don't what?" Sirius teased, stopping his hands for a moment to let Remus talk.

"I meant that my back isn't hurting anymore, so you can get off now." Remus answered after clearing his throat.

"Mmm.." Sirius imitated thinking deeply about what he was going to do next. "You know what Remus?"

Sirius leaned into him so that he was now fully laying on Remus' back, effectively pinning him. He leaned in close so that he could talk in Remus' ear.

"I think you're lying." Sirius murmured in his ear, causing Remus to try and scrunch up his neck. Sirius quickly dug his hands into Remus' ribs, vibrating his fingers in the crevasses between each rib causing Remus to go into sweet hysterics.

Using the last of his strength Remus rolled himself over, throwing Sirius off of him and onto the floor.

Sirius laughed and picked himself up but didn't tickle him again. Remus panted as he caught his breath, cheeks red as tomatoes.

"Good to see some color on your face Moony," James said as he came in from (personal) quittitch practice.

Remus flipped him off as he walked into the bathroom, earning a chuckle from James.

"So," Sirius smirked. "How's your back?"

"Shut up." Remus eye rolled.

Hope you liked

#remus lupin #sirius black #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #james potter #tickle fluff #marauders #marauders era #kinda wolfstar?#hinting at wolfstar #wolfstar but not yet #pre-wolfstar #close friends #but a little too close #if ykwim #sfw tickling #my writing

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sw1mmingfoolz · 2 years

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[2:15] - joshua hong

requested? Y/N

genre: fluff n joshua being a teasing little shit

wc: 904

a/n: idek what this is honestly i really do write the most minute domestic situations lmao this is just outing me as a filthy tea drinking josh arms lover 😤 this isn't proofread so if it makes no sense i'm sorry lol :') feedback is always very appreciated haha as always i read everyone's tags and they always make my day! 💞💕💞💕

Rain pattered lightly against the window, a streetlight outside sending shadows of droplets cascading down your boyfriend's face. You felt somewhat creepy, you supposed, propped up on one elbow as you admired his sleeping form. You were unable to sleep, and there was only so much tossing and turning you were willing to waste your time doing. Eventually you had relented, bare feet padding down the hall to make tea, and now you were settled again under your large cushy duvet, one hand holding the handle of your mug and the other cradling your head.

You knew if you attempted to snuggle up to Joshua he'd throw an arm around your shoulders and pull you to him no matter how deeply he was sleeping, but you didn't want to take even the tiniest risk of waking him up. You took a small, tentative sip of the warm liquid and relished in its all-consuming comfort, blooming flames in the pits of your stomach that spread to lick at every fibre of your being. You shifted your gaze to the crack in the curtains through which the white light spilled, following the sliver back to the face you so often found yourself transfixed by. His inexplicably gentle features somehow softened further when he slept, lips slightly parted and eyelashes resting daintily on entirely smooth skinned cheeks. You were struggling to fight the urge to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen across his face as you took yet another sip of your tea, the sounds of the raindrops picking up in an apparent mimicry of your heartbeat. He still had you awestruck after a year together, and probably always would.

As you finished your tea and set the mug on the nightstand he stirred, a slight groan escaping his lips as he breathed deeply. You watched him, entirely still in case you woke him fully, but in spite of your efforts it seemed he could sense your lack of somnolence.

"What time is it?" he grumbled through a thick, groggy voice. His eyes remained closed as he asked, but slowly opened after you remained quiet. "Baby?"

"It's almost two, I think," you responded with an indiscreet clear of your throat. He chuckled, bringing a large hand up to cup your face.

"Were you watching me sleep? Such a creep," His voice was as gentle as his expression was, eyes as heart melting as ever, even as he was teasing you.

"Maybe," you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "You're pretty when you sleep."

"So I'm ugly when I'm awake?" he scoffed, acting as if he were in pain when you lightly punched his arm in response.

"You know that's not what I'm saying," you giggled, nuzzling further into his palm as it again sought refuge on your cheek.

"You can't sleep?"

"I gave up trying like an hour ago," you admitted sheepishly, glancing at the mug behind you. "I've just been enjoying the rain." He hummed, a wordless agreement with the sentiment of the rain's enjoyability, and reached his other hand up to pull you down onto him. He knew you liked to lie on his broad shoulders, able to nudge your face into his neck and plant kisses on his tanned skin while his arms kept you feeling ever secure. You were as ever obvious in your love for them, which he definitely appreciated given how often he'd flex for you with an overexaggerated vanity only to laugh at the blush that crept up your neck and settled hot on your cheeks. He was a huge tease, sure, but you loved that about him. And you loved the confidence you knew he derived from it too.

As if reading your mind he tensed his biceps a little as they wrapped around you, holding you tightly against him. You felt so safe with him, a whole different kind of warmth spreading through your chest as you felt your heart skip a beat at the action but otherwise begin to slow. You giggled as you pressed your lips to his jaw, looking up to see him smirking.

"You're so easy to fluster," he laughed, not needing to see your face to know it was reddening in the dark.

"Can't help that my boyfriend is hot," you retorted, voice steady with great effort, and it succeeded in shutting him up as he too found his face heating up. You tossed a leg over his so you were lying mostly on your front, brain alternating between focusing on the slowing pitter patter of the rain and his steady heartbeat. You both laid in silence for a while, the peace comfortable, a far cry from the tension you usually felt in such a position with other people. His breathing was slow and steady, your head rising and falling with his chest as he drew patterns up your arm and over the back of your hand.

"Sleep well, darling," Joshua whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your head as he eventually felt himself begin to slip back into slumber. He laced his fingers with yours as he did, as ever wanting as much contact with you as possible. "I love you," he added, so small you could only just hear it, and as you too began to feel sleep finally overtake your body you returned his admission with the warmth he so easily blossomed within you lacing your voice.

#seventeen #svt #svt fluff #joshua #joshua hong #hong jisoo #seventeen joshua #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen timestamps #svt timestamps #seventeen blurbs #svt blurbs #joshua fluff #joshua scenarios

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kimnjss · 3 years

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[ part seven of a new series called: ‘clips with context’ - feel free to request your own! ]

BACKSEAT BUSINESS

jungkook picked you from the crowd with one thing in mind. and he can’t wait to get started, no matter who’s around. // explicit. requested. 1.8k words

warnings: cursing, dirty talk, fingering, slight exhibitionism, taehyung knows exactly what he’s doing, mentions of oral (m. receiving), a smidge of angst at the end... jungkook is spoiled and entitled.

+ this is the first thing i’ve written in like a month, so if it’s trash go easy on me... i need to get used to writing again lmao

“kook's always gotta find a girl,” yoongi says with a roll of his eyes, words falling on deaf ears as the other six guys chat loudly about who's going in what car. plucked from the crowd toward the end of the show, you had no idea that the singer had spotted you. just assumed the extra time he was spending near your section was pure coincidence. imagine your shock when security was escorting you backstage.

he barely spoke when you were presented to him, just gave you a once over before waving off the man that had brought you. he's dropping his arm around your shoulders and leading you to the couch in the middle of the room. you're tucked into his side the entire time they stand around talking. he's not listening and you're too starstruck to chime in. although, you wouldn't have much to say on the topic.

they were deciding car sharing arrangements from the sound of it. the seven gorgeous men you had watched dance and sing their hearts out on stage, stood right in front of you, paying you no mind.

jungkook sits lazily spread out on the couch as if they're not discussing him not even ten feet away. the tips of his fingers have started drawing light patterns against your naked shoulder, causing goosebumps to lift. his words come as a whisper against your ear: “you look so good in your little dress...” middle finger tracing the hem of it for emphasis. “i can't wait to take you home with me,”

he notices the flush that rises on your cheeks at the end of his words., a smirk playing on his lips as he leans down. his lips are soft, warm against the clammy skin of your neck. at first, he lands light kisses on your skin – testing the waters... then all of a sudden his tongue is pushing out, rolling over a very specific spot before he's sucking that bit of skin past his teeth. you're letting out a gasp in surprise, hand shooting down to clutch his thigh as your eyes widen.

the sound pulls taehyung's attention. it's the first time he's looked at you and yes, he's just as intimidating up close. not a hint of what he's thinking is behind his stare and it has a thump of anxiety growing in your chest. you're just about to start full-on squirming when the corners of his lips lift into a small smile. “i'll ride with them, then. i don't mind.” he says with a shrug and as if that had been the dilemma all along, they're packing up to leave.

all jungkook had done, up til now, was kiss your neck a bit... honestly, you've done a lot more than simple necking – but by the time you're settling the backseat of the tinted window car, you're basically panting. he makes a show of waving off his fans, shouting promises of returning for another show.

as a fan, you're giddy to know that sometime soon they'd be coming back to perform again. as the girl seated beside him, waiting to be felt up – you were quickly growing annoyed... and impatient with his drawn out goodbye. he must sense that the moment he's rolling his window back up because he doesn't waste any time with crowding you.

one large hand laid flat on the center of your stomach while the other pushes your hair on the way, making room for the wet kisses he drags across your skin. it's hard to keep quiet with the way his skilled mouth works. love bites placed so deliberately there's no way you're able to fight the soft hums that fall from your lips. even with the full knowledge that kim taehyung is sat right next to you. like right next to you, his thigh pressed against yours as he manspreads... you could smell his cologne for crying out loud!

taehyung's sole focus is his phone, paying no mind to the way his bandmate pulls your legs apart or the way he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. as if it's far from the first time something like this has happened. and that's when it's clicking in your mind. this isn't the first time this has happened. it's routine, he didn't spot you in the crowd and have this unbearable need to be close to you.

he wasn't going to fall in love with you either. he simply wanted you and he was jeon jungkook, he got what he wanted. and as odd as it was, something about that turned you on even more. he wanted you. out of the ninety thousand people he could've chosen from, he chose you. for the night of course, but you were willing to take what you could get.

you're so lost in the fantasies and scenarios you're whipping up in your head, you don't even register the way he's pulled your legs apart. not until you're feeling the nudge of his fingers against your heat through the fabric of your panties. “make those pretty sounds for me,”

he's pushing your panties to the side, just enough for his fingers to reach through and brush against your exposed slit. the moan you let out isn't even all that loud, yet it catches the attention of the man seated beside you. tae tries to be subtle with the way he watches, holding his phone up as if that's where his focus is. it's obvious that's not the case and something about him watching you has a rush of excitement pooling between your legs.

jungkook chuckles fingers making their way to your now dripping hole. he doesn't say much else, eyes on you as he slowly pushes a finger through. and then another. he's moving at an agonizingly slow pace, enjoying the way you squirm beneath him desperate for more. “you're squeezing me so tight... can't wait to fuck you open.” lips pressed to your ear as he speaks, pulling a desperate whine from your lips.

“jungkook, please...” legs spreading wider for him as your hips grind down into his palm. he's grinning, eyes flickering to the man next to you before he's picking up the pace of his fingers. fucking into you at such a rapid pace, you're not even able to contain the squeal that falls from your lips.

his thumb lifts to meet your clit, circling roughly against it with each thrust of his fingers. he can tell you're close to falling apart, from the way you grip his shirt and the untimed twitch of your hips. “think you can handle one more, baby?” mouth lazily tugging on your earlobe as he speaks.

and you're nodding frantically, spreading your legs wider for him paying no mind to the way your knee knocks against taehyung's thigh. “such a good girl. can't wait to feel you cum all over my dick. you want that too, huh?” three fingers pushed into the knuckle while his thumb slowly rolls your clit underneath it.

he's making you feel so good, you'd agree to anything at this point. which is why you're agreeing to his words instantly, begging him not to wait that long, to make you cum now. and he takes you up on that, pulling his fingers back before quickly pushing forward. the snap of his wrist has enough force behind it to make your hips hit against the seats.

urging you to cum with each push of his fingers, reaching deep enough to just barely brush up against that rough patch of skin inside of you. he doesn't let up on the circle on your clit, adding more pleasure and it's only a few moments until you feel yourself unraveling completely.

your orgasm washes over you entirely, head lulling back while you let out a gasped scream. legs shaking and fingers wrinkling the fabric of his shirt. chanting jumbled syllables that are meant to be his name, judging from the laugh he lets out you're not even slightly close to making sense.

jungkook only pulls his fingers down once you've calmed down completely, lifting the wet digits to show off how your juices glisten in the dim light. and then he's pushing them into his mouth, sucking your taste from them while humming softly. you're watching him, not being able to pull your attention from the way his tongue moves.

you barely register the way he leans down to press his lips to yours, not until the taste of you fills your own mouth. but, just as you're about to kiss him back, he's pulling away. dark eyes drinking you in before he's leaning back against the seats, hands moving toward the buttons of his jeans.

“get down and suck me off,” you're shooting him with a wide gaze, eyes shifting over to where taehyung sits, fake watching the same tiktok on his phone for the tenth time. jungkook follows your gaze, laughs softly before he's dropping his stare back onto you, forehead resting on your temple. “he's not even looking,”

the boner straining against his jeans says otherwise. sensing your hesitance, jungkook tries a different approach, lower lip pushing out to form a pout. the same pout you have saved on your phone over a thousand times. “but, i worked so hard today... don't i deserve a reward?” he's looking up at you through his lashes. “i'll fuck you so perfect when we get to the hotel,” heat pools between your legs at his words.

you make a mental note to end the weeks-long debate with your friends on who's the most spoiled out of the group. it's jungkook, hands down. the youngest in the biggest group in the world, of course, it was him. he expected the entire world to get down on their knees with a simple pout of his lips... which is exactly why you're lowering yourself onto the surprisingly soft car carpet.

he does, in fact, as he put it 'fuck you so perfect when you get to the hotel'. from the moment you're closing the door to well after two in the morning, he's inside you. tossing you around, holding you down... fucking you open until your body shakes with overstimulation. and then some more after that.

he calls you baby, but you're sure it doesn't mean anything. just that he never bothered to get your name. even in the early hours of the morning when you're being woken up by his security guard, ready to escort you out. he tosses his phone in your direction, half awake and telling you to put your number in. you know he won't call as you type out the digits, but you're still giddy that he asked.

eyes still closed as you leave, not even bothering to muster a proper goodbye. and while for you, this night will be a story you tell the grandkids... you know it'll end up being just another blur in his wild rockstar life.

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dragonjesterwrites · 2 years

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Hey, Is it ok if i request Sun/Moon x catgirl reader?

You got it! Sorry this isn't very cutesy, my brain latched onto the idea of a catgirl being like a cryptid and wouldn't let go lmao

Still, hope you enjoy! 😁

TW: Injury, blood, implied homelessness

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

Moon crept along the exposed rafters above Rockstar Row, watching you down below as you ducked behind a pink trash can to avoid a security STAFF bot.

You visibly relaxed as the bot resumed its rolling down the hall, its flashlight pointed directly in front of itself as it whirred softly away.

Hmm. Avoiding the security bots was not a great look- and neither was the baggy hoodie and mask you wore. Moon could only see the glint of your eyes as you looked from side to side, scanning for more security bots, no doubt. For some reason, humans rarely looked up, but that made it easier to follow intruders along and try to peg why exactly they were here so late.

So far, you had not stolen anything. You were not excitedly taking photos. You had no weapon and had caused no property damage. You had simply been making your careful way through the Pizzaplex for the past fifteen minutes, only sparing occasional glances into the gift shops.

It was a little baffling to Moon, but he was sure he'd figure your intentions out, and once he had, he'd call out to you and go through the usual script.

Ah- there. You had hidden in Captain Foxy's exhibit alcove, behind the ship. Moon waited a few minutes, listening and watching to see if you would emerge, but sensed nothing except the occasional rustling noise from behind the wooden ship.

"It's a little late, don't you think?" Moon called out in a sing-song as he continued to perch on the rafters, long fingers tapping gently against the beam as he kept a close eye on the exhibit. As predicted, the rustling abruptly stopped. "Most humans are asleep by this time, are they not?"

Silence. Moon let out an almost disappointed sigh. "I know you're there. You ought to-"

Suddenly, you leapt out from behind the ship, one hand reaching up to grab your hoodie and hold it down as you sprinted down the hall.

Moon groaned and began to leap from rafter to rafter, initializing the program to contact the authorities. Most intruders were bored teens sneaking in for an illegal tour and would sheepishly leave after getting caught, but some were a little more high strung than others, and decided to run or attack him like he was the issue.

In the corner of his vision, he saw his battery begin to slowly but surely drain. 83%... 82%... 81%... He wasn't built to chase people this fast. You were running like your life depended on it, and it was quite literally draining him.

"I'm not going to hurt you!" He raised his voice a few decibels over his normal speech level to ensure you heard him, wincing at the slight feedback in his audio sensors. "Slow down, before you-"

Smack. Your foot had caught under a cable and you faceplanted into the polished floor, skidding forward a few inches from the sheer momentum. Moon's body shuddered as the signal was sent just in time to stop him from leaping to the next rafter, and he leaned forward to look down at you as you moaned in pain, still facedown on the floor.

"...trip." He began to make his way down, trying to not take his gaze off of you, cancelling the internal call to the authorities. He was a caretaker first, security second.

He reached you and circled around carefully until he was crouched in front of your head, carefully inspecting the ground for any blood. "That looked like it hurt." Except for a barely audible whimper, there was no response. "Can you hear me?"

Nothing. He crept forward, gently rolled you onto your side and pulled your mask down, wincing in sympathy at your clearly broken nose, blood dribbling down your face. You did seem to be unconscious, mouth hanging open and eyes unfocused. Broken nose, possible concussion, and you were likely in for one hell of a headache. Luckily, the nearest medical station wasn't too far, and he scooped you up into his arms, shifting you so you wouldn't drip blood into your own mouth.

He carried you to the station and propped you up in a chair, grabbing the kit off the counter and returning to kneel in front of you to begin fixing you up. Your vitals showed you were in fact alive and breathing okay, which was always good. Your nose was definitely broken though, which was not so good. That, he couldn't do much about except an icepack, you'd need a proper doctor to fix it up properly. He dug through the kit and pulled out a cotton swab and some ointment, eyeing a cut on your forehead, then moved his hand up to brush back your hair to properly get at it.

As his hand came into contact with your forehead, you suddenly snapped awake, eyes filling with terror as you came to. Before he could say anything, you grabbed his wrist and tried to shove him away, other hand reaching up to pull your hood back down firmly over your head.

"Stay away from me!" You yelped, kicking out at him. Moon huffed and grabbed your ankle, then dropped the cotton swab to seize your wrist as your fist came down to hit his head.

"Would you please stop trying to attack me? I'm trying to help you. Your nose is broken." He scolded, firmly holding your limbs away from him. You both stared at each other for several seconds, your breath coming in fast and harsh bursts, but eventually it began to slow, and you relaxed a little.

"Sorry."

Moon released you slowly, pausing to see if you'd attack again or try to run, but you just slumped against the chair.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry for scaring you. And don't lean back, the blood will drain into your mouth."

You quickly leaned forward again, wincing at the motion. Moon handed you a few round cotton pads for the nosebleed, plucked a new, clean swab from the kit, swirled it in the ointment, then reached up to your forehead, but stopped as you flinched.

"Don't touch my hoodie." You told him, and he settled back onto his heels.

"You've got to move it for me, then. That gash on your head goes into your hairline." He pointed at the cut on your forehead, and you reached up to brush against it, wincing as your fingertips made contact.

"Okay, look. There's a really good reason I don't want people looking at my head." You insisted, and Moon remained silent, tilting his faceplate to the side in a polite query. "Listen, I know it's silly, but… promise you won't tell anyone? Not even the other animatronics?"

"I promise." Moon held out his pinky and you hesitated, squinting at him before taking it. Then, you took a deep breath and pushed back your hood, and two… cat ears sprung up. Whatever Moon had been expecting, it wasn't that, and all he could do for a second was blink at you.

"Hm. Now, may I treat that cut on your head?" He asked, pushing down the curiosity.

You stared at him yourself, surprise written across your face. "You… don't think it's weird?"

Moon couldn't help but chuckle as he leaned closer to dab ointment on the cut. "I look nothing like the others and have a permanent grin on my face. I'm not exactly in a position to judge people's appearance."

You were silent for a second, relaxing some and offering a small, crooked smile, revealing sharp teeth. "I like it. Makes you look friendly. Kind."

"Why, thank you. I could say the same about your ears."

You chuckled quietly and drummed your fingers on your legs as he attended to your injuries, wincing occasionally but accepting his murmured apologies.

Moon swiveled back to the kit, flicking the used swab into the nearby bin and pulling out a fresh cotton pad for you.

You took it with a quiet thanks, and he offered the bin for you to throw away the now blood-soaked pieces of cotton before beginning to apply a bandage to your head.

"Hey, uh. Are you going to call the cops on me?" You asked, helping hold the gauze to the gash.

Moon mused over his next words carefully as he smoothed the bandage down. "...Why are you trespassing?"

"Because I… don't have anywhere to stay right now. And I can't afford food, let alone a doctor." You admitted. "I was only going to stay for a few days. Figure this place makes enough money to eat the cost of a couple missing pizzas."

Moon stayed silent as he continued to treat you, glad for his grin as it masked his internal struggle against his programming. On one hand, you were trespassing and had just admitted to intending to commit theft. On the other, he had no reason to help the company other than his own self preservation, but he'd learned to alter the camera feeds ages ago out of sheer boredom, and he could hardly judge you for the theft, as both he and Sun might have a little bit of a thieving habit themselves. And on top of all that, once again his code reminded him that he was a caretaker, and you needed care.

"I should turn you in. If the company finds out I let an intruder stay in the Pizzaplex, they'll have me scrapped." He said as neutrally as possible, but you winced regardless, opening your mouth to say something before he held up a hand. "So. Perhaps be a little more careful sneaking around, hm? You can stay up in my room for a while during the nights and wander around with the crowd during the day… at least until your nose sets."

You shut your mouth and quickly hugged him, squeezing firmly. "Thank you."

Startled, Moon froze with his limbs held out around you, but shook it off to tentatively hug you back. "You're welcome."

~~~~~

A few weeks passed, and except for a slight new bump, there was no longer anything- no bruise, swelling, or pain- that would indicate your nose had broken.

But neither Moon nor Sun said anything. To tell the truth, they had grown accustomed to your company, and didn't want you to leave, even if it put them and you at risk. It got lonely when all the children left, and so boring once clean-up was over.

Plus they felt a certain solidarity with you. They'd had to field endless questions from children, teens, and sometimes even adults over the years as to why they didn't look like any other animatronic, and it had grown tiring. Why did it matter? Did their appearance affect their job negatively in any way? No. Of course, they always answered the question politely, but they'd had no one except each other who really understood until now. They felt guilty for being relieved, but as far as they could tell, you felt similarly.

So there was a certain dread in Sun's circuits when you approached him one evening after close, with an awkward smile on your face and your ears twitching side to side. "Hello, Sunshine! Is everything all right?" He tried not to let his own nervousness show, silently cursing the slight tremble to his fingers as he stacked a foam barrel. He clasped them behind himself and began to rock on the balls of his feet, hoping to release some of the anxiety.

"Yeah, I just, uh. Wanted to thank you and Moon." You began, reaching up to rub the back of your neck. "For letting me stay here. But… I figure I better hit the road. I really like you both, and I don't want to get you in trouble."

"You can stay." Sun said without thinking, and he perked up slightly as your ears stood up and your tail began to raise.

"Really? But what about-?"

"You can go if… if you really want to, but Moon and I love having you here! As a matter of fact, Moon told me they have an opening for a new human nighttime security guard, and if you're interested, we could maybe pull some strings." Sun watched excitedly as your face lit up, and it gave him a further burst of confidence. "That way, you're allowed to be here at night, it'll be so much fun! We can have slumber parties, paint pictu- oh!"

You had wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in his chest, and he quickly moved to hug you back.

After a few seconds, you released him and beamed up at him, tail and ears both straight up. "That would be amazing, Sunny. You're sure it's okay?"

"Of course! I- we wouldn't have offered if it wasn't. Oh, Moon's going to be so excited!" He picked you up and spun you around, your shared laughter mingling with the Daycare's theme music.

#sun x reader #sundrop x reader #moon x reader #moondrop x reader #catgirl reader #can be read as platonic or romantic #writing request

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riku-writings · 3 years

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Wrong Size

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader orders clothes online and she bought the wrong size. Mitsuya helps her fix it. That's about it lmao

Warnings: Just pure fluff (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ , Manga Spoilers, If you haven't read chp. 68... Advance Sorry to those who really knows how to sew, I just watch thrift videos i'm not sure if my terms are right ಠಗಠ, Grammatical Errors

A/n: This is actually inspired by my endless shopping spree because I recently have been ordering stuff online and I keep getting my size wrong or it still doesnt fit my body in a flattering way (ب_ب)

Word Count: 1398

"Gahhh! this sucks!" You huffed as you turned around to see the back part hanging loose. Double-checking the listing of the top, you squinted at the measurements. You bit your lips and furrowed your brows.

You were sure you measured it correctly.

You pouted, you were actually excited to get this cute top. The doorbell then rang, echoing throughout the walls of your apartment. You hugged the fabric on your chest before dragging your feet to answer the door. Opening it you were faced with Mitsuya, your roommate.

"Wrong size?" He asked you looking down on your shirt. He chuckled at your pouting lips.

"Yup."

"Do you want me to fix it?" He asked as he entered your shared apartment. He placed his hand on top of your head with a smile. You just frowned, you didn't want to bother him. Ever since you moved here to share an apartment with him for University. You were feeling too dependent on him.

You're actually let me say this, the baby of the family. Embarrassingly, you were extremely spoiled so having an independent life of your own was hard. All of your older siblings treated you with so much patience like an actual kid. So you didn't have the practice to do errands on your own.

Mitsuya was like a 'big brother' to you helping you out on everything, even the chores.

Big brother as in denial you had a crush on him since the 8 months you were living here with him. Plus you always had this hunch that you being a 'spoiled little girl' was not his type. So you settled on Big brother memo since he was also three years older than you.

"No, it's okay Mitsuya-Kun" You smiled, eyes closing, waving off your hands. He brought down the fabric he was holding on earlier on the table before walking again infront of you. "I told you to call me takashi— also this isn't much of a big work it'll be quick" He grinned, softly holding onto your shoulders turning you side to side playfully.

"I feel like you're busy takashi-kun" You say eyes going on the rolls of fabric on the dining table. This time it was him waving his hands. "Are you getting shy on me again?" He says teasing you. Yes he knows you were feeling shy about your dependent self. To him, you weren't a bother at all. He actually likes it when you're around.

"I told you it's okay though?"

"How about you teach me how to sew!" You say clicking your fingers like you had the greatest idea ever. Mitsuya laughed at your enthusiasm. "Sure, doll"

He turned you around once again, your back facing him. He then gathered your hair that was getting on the way with one hand. He then pinched the excess fabric from the back. You blushed at the small contact of his breath against your nape.

"So we're going to thrift this the easy way out" Mitsuya chuckled letting go of your hair. "I'll pin it down for you and I'll give you instructions"

You followed behind him, going to his sewing space in the living room. Actually the whole living room was his space. He brought out ballpoint pins and started pinning down the excess fabric.

"Now change into something comfortable" He winked pinching your cheek. After changing you went back to him, handing him your top.

"and you bought this for how much?"

"Why? does it look cheap? is that a slight read takashi-kun?!" You leaned closer earning a chuckle from him.

"Just kidding, you'll still look cute in anything anyway" He says, a slight blush evaded your cheeks. Mitsuya marked where he pinned and flipped the piece. You bend now peeking from his shoulder. He started explaining how the fabric was stretchy, teaching you how to sew on it properly.

"Oohh alright" You chirped.

"Your turn, sit here I'll just guide you" He says before standing up to offer you his seat. You sat down observing the unfamiliar set up infront of you. Mitsuya smiled as he stared at you looking at him through your lashes. Waiting for him to continue his instructions.

Cute.

You then started sewing with a machine with his help and it was actually quick. You didn't expect this to be that easy. Well considering it was done on a machine. Still, you're easily fascinated.

"Woah that was fast"

"Good girl, now cut the excess fabric then we're done" He says ruffling your hair. You smiled nodding, carefully cutting the thread. You cut the fabric like he instructed.

"You're so cool Takashi-kun" You say giving him a thumbs up. "You did all the work though— Wear it now let's see if you really did a good job" He teased making you huff. Changing again quickly you smiled since it did work. It looked flattering now against your body. You then showed it to him.

"Not too bad for someone's first time" Mitsuya chuckled crossing his arms with his feet propped on his left knee.

"Waah~ Thank you Takashi-kun!"

"Now I'm going to do my real project" He stretched his arms out before standing up collecting the fabric on the table. You nodded indicating that was a signal he wanted to be left alone. Instead a hand wrapped itself around your wrist. You looked back. "Do you want to help?"

You nodded grinning from ear to ear. After changing into something comfortable. You watched him from behind his shoulder as mitsuya observed the measurements of his reference. "You should sit down"

"oh okay" You grinned before grabbing a seat next to him. Eyes curiously looking at his every move. Mitsuya chuckled once again as he saw your expression, finding it adorable. "There must be a lot of girls fawning over you Takashi-kun!" You mused, hugging your knees close to your chest.

"Hm? you think so?"

"Hmhm, You're very mature and you look handsome especially your side profile" You told him nonchalantly with a shrug. He smiled grabbing a needle and thread. He started stitching manually.

"Do you have someone you like, y/n?" He hummed eyes glued on what he was handstitching. Eyes widening at his question, you looked to the side with a pout.

You're the one I like. You whispered softly before bringing back your gaze towards him.

"Hm? that's a secret~" You gleefully responded trying to hide your nervous state. You never confessed to anyone before, since boys in your highschool were a bunch of dicks. You never liked anyone before, until you saw Mitsuya.

Here you are blushing red infront of him. Feeling your chest's gonna burst everytime he compliments you. Completely forgetting about the fact your own mind memo'ed him as a big brother. Nahh fuck that.

"Any boy asked you out yet?" He asked.

"Nope."

"Eh? Are you sure?" He raised his brows in disbelief. Sensing the half lie in between your words. He observed your eyes avoiding his gaze and the stifling of your tone. You sighed.

"Well— a bunch of them were assholes so I rejected them"

"Good girl" He says with a lopsided grin on his face. His expression sending you warm butterflies in your tummy you pouted.

"How about you takashi-Kun, do you have someone you like?"

"Yes I do"

"Lucky." You whispered. "Why don't you ask her out" You continued your sentence loudly this time.

"Hm I don't think she's going to accept though"

"Why?"

"I don't know If she realizes it yet" Mitsuya smiled once again. You furrowed your brows at that charming smile, he was looking like he was picturing someone on his mind. You sighed out of Jealousy.

"That you like her? what a dumbass"

The lilac haired boy started laughing loudly. His head leaning back. Brushing his hand through his hair. His gaze went back to you. Hand going on top of your head. He leaned closer.

"You just called yourself a dumbass" Mitsuya grinned ruffling your hair with both of his hands. You widened your eyes at his sudden play of words. Loss for words you stuttered. "U-uhm, I'm confused"

"I wasn't going to confess yet till I graduated but I like you.."

"Eh? and you were planning a get away if ever you got rejected?"

"Yeah— You were too cold on me, brother zoning me so bad"

#tokyo revengers #tokrev mitsuya #mitsuya x y/n #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya headcanons #anime fic #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya x you #mitsuya hcs #tokyorev spoilers

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ecliptsukki · 3 years

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falling for you ❧ kaoru sakurayashiki / cherry blossom

navigation | music

➣ genre: fluff, slight comedy

➣ warnings: cursing

➣ a/n: i’m far too in love with this man. i can’t help myself. also if you have anything you want me to write, send it to my inbox!

- he first met you at "S," seeing you stood by langa and reki

- his silky pink hair flowed behind him in the wind, his bangs lifting to reveal his golden eyes. those golden orbs are locked on you the entire time he skates closer to you

- the lack of bickering that usually arose between cherry and joe had caught joe's attention

- joe notices cherry's gaze on a particular y/h/c. he almost snorts, almost, but, being a teasing lil bitch kidding, he decides to jab at cherry's side

- "hey, do you see that girl over there? she's cute, isn't she?"

- the bubblegum-colored hair male glares holes into his friends head

- "i'm sure she wouldn't be interested in a muscle-brained gorilla like yourself"

- "bOI, DID YOU JUST-"

- skates off into the distance, further closing the gap between the two of you

- girls and guys start cheering for and fawning over cherry, as well as joe. this catches your attention because you're surprised mostly by the fawning of the people. honestly, you wouldn't say that anyone you've seen there is worthy of so much attention, excluding your two best buds: langa and reki.

- you're actually older than reki and langa by 3 years. you met reki on coincidence.

- you had borrowed your friend's skateboard to cruise around the town. you had felt overwhelmed with all that had been going on in your life, and you wanted to find an escape. your friend, wanting to help you with that mission, offered the board, saying "it's really fun and gets your mind off of things whenever you need." obviously, you took up on the offer because it was a nice spring day: the sun out and the bright colors of nature and the city filling your misty eyes.

- you skated by the skate park and saw a particular redhead practicing ollies and other tricks. you were impressed by the skill he had portrayed, yet you were also envious of how light he seemed, how his eyes twinkled with joy. your gaze must've rested too long on the boy because he approached you soon after.

- reki, later on, introduced you to langa, bringing you to where you were today

- you came to "S," though unwillingly, to support langa in his beef against another fellow skater

- honestly, you detested that your younger friends were participating in illegal activities but never brought it up because you saw how happy they looked whenever they spoke about the beefs

- anYWAYS-

- looking into the distance, you see a masked man in a white yukata, hair flowing behind him, and a green haired, shirtless, buff man skating closer

- "who's that?" you ask your friends

- "oh! that's cherry blossom and joe. they are the founding members of "S." cherry has an ai board, and joe has incredible power," reki pips

- you nod, acknowledging the two men as they stepped off of their skateboards

- “well hello there,” the green haired man winks at you

- “hi,” you flush, eyes wandering between his gaze and his bare chest

- “what’s a pretty little lady like yourself doing with these two kids?”

- “uh-”

- reki tries to jump joe but is held back by langa because we know that reki doesn’t stand a chance against big muscle man

- joe gets all up and comfy with you, flexing his muscles and talking about who knows what

- your attention was mostly on the blue-nette friend of yours. you were still very anxious about this entire thing

- “she’s not even paying attention to you anymore, you idiot,” the masked man speaks

- embarrassed that they noticed your rude behavior, you begin to excessively apologize

- “no, please don’t apologize. i should’ve realized you were worried about your friends,” joe says modestly

- “there’s no need to worry about snow. he’s fully capable of staying safe. we’ve seen him skate many times, and he always comes out in one piece. i’m sure you’ll be impressed as well,” cherry says in his monotonous tone

- “snow?” you tilt your head to the side in confusion

- when i tell you cherry MELTED, i mean that he MELTED

- stomach? churning. heart? fluttering. cheeks? flushing. hotel? trivago

- bRO, why are you SO FUCKING ADORABLE

- “snow is langa,” joe explains when he notices cherry’s flustered silence

- “ohhhhhh-”

- “actually, i’ve just realized. we haven’t properly introduced ourselves. call me joe,” he looks expectantly at his friend

- “you may call me cherry,” the man thanked the lords that he wore a mask because if he wasn’t, you’d see the obvious rose tint on his cheeks

- “i’m y/n! i came here with reki and langa.”

- to say cherry’s heart broke in that moment would be an understatement. his heart was more so shattered and pulverized.

- did i just fall for a minor? FU-

- “but i’m older than them, of course.”

- lemme just pick up the shards of my broken heart and re-piece it back together

- you barely talked to cherry that night his fault for acting so cold, but you were intrigued by the man. i mean he skates on a talking skateboard, how can you not?

- cherry leaves “S” that night, regretting all his life decisions because instead of talking to you, he avoided you

- who knows when’s the next time he’d meet you?

- lmao, SiKe

- you walk into sakurayashiki calligraphy, awkwardly waiting to be interviewed

- his pink hair meets your eyes, the long, silky hair framing the man’s pale face. a pair of glasses rest on the bridge of his nose, enhancing his golden eyes. he is clad in a navy blue yukata

- hm, he looks familia-

- you almost gasp aloud, as you realize who he is

- not wanting to jump to conclusions, you ask, “have we met before?”

- kaoru is freaking out, though he hides it well under his professional mask

- what the heck? she’s the one looking for a job here?

- “yes, we have, but that’s not what we’re here to talk about”

- yiKeS, nice first impression on your, hopefully, new boss, y/n

- throughout the entire interview, you impressed him with the slightest of things

- you were beyond professional and exactly what he looked for in employees

- damn it. why is she so perfect?

- you walk out of the building with the brightest smile on your face, ecstatic with the news that you had been hired

- kaoru follows closely behind you, acting gentlemanly as he leads you out

- “thank you so, so much. i promise i will work my hardest to make your business even stronger and better than before”

- “no, the honor’s all mine. i can tell that you’ll become a valuable asset”

- you’re bowing your head and thanking him to a crazy amount that he starts to worry that you’re getting dizzy

- mustering up all the courage he could, he speaks up, “actually, i don’t really like talking about the skating half of my life...”

- you mutter a genuine apology for bringing it up before

- “it’s alright, but i was wondering if you wanted to go to “S” with me next time. i understand if you decline. i won’t fire you for it,” he tries to add a joke to lighten his tense mood

- you giggle at his nervous and awkward behavior, “good to know i won’t get fired if i say no, but sure! i wouldn’t mind going again. it’s a good opportunity to let me watch over reki and langa—”

- “that-that’s great,” he sighs with relief

- “—and i can get to know you better,” you mutter quietly under your breath

- he flushes, hearing what you said perfectly

- “i wouldn’t mind that either”

- you couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about the soft smile on kaoru’s face, whilst kaoru was busy sleeping, lost in his dreams of you and him together

- the both of you couldn’t wait to get to know each other more

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three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.

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Miza, this is great. I adore what you did with a spellbound Rosa in your fantasy AU. IT'S SO GOOD! I can't stop re-reading it. How about another fun headcannon scenario for the team when Rosa takes one for a team member and ends up afflicted with a status effect (burned, paralyzed, poisoned, petrified, etc.)? (I'll leave the particulars of the scenario up to you~)

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍. tears of themis

— notes. tysm anon !! i'm having lots of fun writing this au ! the fbi agent watching me might turn up at my door after my research about poison for this LMAO

— characters. marius von hagen, luke pearce, artem wing, vyn richter + rosa (reader). slight angst.

metal clashing against each other, footsteps rumbling, arrows whizzing past, fire crackling and the sound of explosions filled the area.

some bandits had tried to use the darkness of the night as a cover for their surprise attack, and their bigger group was now surrounding yours.

you furrowed your brows, getting ready for the battle that would inevitably occur, and you could feel the others preparing their stances, getting ready to strike or defend at any second.

"what are you waiting for!?" one shouts, leading the rest of them to charge forward.

the five of you were already used to this kind of thing; you've come across lots of groups like this, both human and nonhuman, so you were ready for this.

most of the opposing group were quickly taken down within a few minutes. now there were around 3 left standing. they looked at each other and seemed to silently agree that with only them left, they'd never be able to win this fight.

so, as a last-ditch effort before running off into the shadows once more, they threw a glass bottle filled with some unknown liquid. realising its trajectory was heading towards one of your companions, you pushed them aside as you stepped forward in a panic.

making you get the full brunt of it.

"[NAME]!"

you looked down at your clothes which were now soaked in the dark purple liquid.

you felt a tingling sensation, followed by your body going numb. you dropped to your knees, legs not having the strength to hold you up anymore.

what the hell was that weird concoction...?

luke was the first to get to your side, already reaching forward to help you when marius grabbed his wrist. "wait. we don't know what she's covered in. it can potentially hurt us, too."

"but- but she's hurt!" luke reasons.

"i know what it is.." said artem. "that blend has an unmistakable scent and colour to it. it was made with a poisonous plant only found in tacitalle."

"that's a place near aerailin, isn't it? no wonder you'd be familiar with it." marius said.

"well, what do we do?!" luke panics.

"we'll have to treat it as soon as possible." vyn replies.

marius chucks a cloth to luke, who catches it and wipes off the remaining purply water off of you. then they get another cloth and wrap it around you like a cloak. luke picks you up now that you're all covered up, asking artem about the details of what this poison does.

"if i remember correctly, there's 4 parts that one will go through when poisoned by this plant. we've already seen the first: numbness. her magic will probably be affected as well, it'll weaken as time passes. then she'll start vomiting or have trouble breathing. the third stage is the most crucial, because if we don't act by that time, she'll go to the point of no return. the fourth stage is just a slow and painful death.." artem trails off. this clearly doesn't do anything to calm luke down.

"how... long does this take, exactly?"

"it happens over the span of a few days. 3 is the minimum, but others have experienced the stages more spread out, making it around a week or so."

you could feel your eyes getting heavier. it was harder to keep them open as each second passed.

"right, so.. how can we get onee-san the cure?"

"i'm afraid the cure is also only found in tacitalle..."

"isn't that... a whole mooncycle away?!"

#🗒 . writing #💌 . mail #🔭 . tot fantasy au #tears of themis #tears of themis fantasy au #tears of themis x reader #vyn richter #luke pearce #marius von hagen #artem wing #tot vyn #tot luke #tot marius #tot artem

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jeongvision · 3 years

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Congratulations on 1k!!!!! So happy for you 💗💟💗❣💟💗💖💗💖💗💘💝 for the drabble request: mark lee, roommates!au, "isn't that my sweater?"

pairing. mark lee ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff (!!), roommates au, friends to lovers au, domestic au, non idol au

warnings. listen if i don’t make you fall in love with mark lee (again) with this blurb then i have FAILED as a writer but then again this is not proofread lmao sorry

author’s note. thank you soso much, love! hope you enjoy this blurb bc i certainly did <3 this is lowkey a self indulgent piece bc i love mark lee and he deserves everything in the universe but i recommend listening to best part by daniel caesar ft. h.e.r. while reading this blurb bc /swoons such a romantic and calming song to listen to when you’re just chilling in your bedroom with someone you love c:

Very rarely do you have the privilege to sleep in on your days off. Working two part-time jobs just to make ends meet with little to no rest can really take a toll on your well-being. Even when you have a day off from one job, you use that free allocated time to run some errands, grabbing groceries or paying bills or house chores. Sure, you have a roommate to help you with some of those tasks but you feel bad for burdening him with some of your worries when he has his own problems to deal with, having also a part-time job with a career goal in mind.

But today is one of those rare days, and so you immerse yourself into dreamland, basking in the quiet morning hours of the day as the sunlight slowly trickles through your draperies, dust particles sifting through the air. The only sounds coming from your humble adobe is the slight rumbling of your central air conditioner and the occasional vibrations from your phone’s notifications, none of which awakens you from your much-needed slumber.

“You don’t know, babe

When you hold me

And kiss me slowly

It’s the sweetest thing”

Funny enough, while those sounds were much closer to you in vicinity, you found yourself waking up to a distant sound — voice, actually — one that originates to what you could only assuming to be from your roommate’s bedroom. No longer are your morning hours quiet for they are now filled with a serene voice followed by pulled guitar strings, gently pulling you out from the depths of your mind.

You open eyes and take in your surroundings, the same view every morning. Only this time, it’s feel a little different. The ambiance seems lighter, inviting almost. Instead of the regular groggy feeling you get when you wake up, you feel at peace, that feeling you get knowing that everything is going to be alright, and that everything is okay.

You smile a little at the sound of Mark’s voice. Stretching in your bed a little, you rip the sheets off your body before getting up. You grabbed the nearest sweater nearby and put it over your head, the fresh scent of clean laundry entering through your nose. Exiting out your bedroom, you walked across the hall to your roommate’s bedroom where his door lies wide open, just like you always see it.

‘My door is always open for you,’ you recalled him saying. ‘Whatever you need, whatever you want, I’m always a knock away.’

And lo and behold, as you leaned against his door frame, you find Mark sitting in his desk chair, his acoustic guitar in possession with his fingers deftly strumming the tunes of a love song. His back faces towards you, completely unaware of your presence as he is lost in his own world.

“I just want to see how beautiful you are

You know that I see it

I know you’re a star”

You feel butterflies in your stomach, your feelings fluttering inside as your roommate seranades to your favorite song. The melodies of his voice transcends through the air, dancing through as the love in your irises unconsciously coveys out to your favorite person. You never met a person like him, and you are starting to believe that it will forever be like that way because you have never felt this way towards someone before. Never once have you felt so comfortable towards someone where they can make you feel at ease, at home.

“If life is a movie

Oh, you’re the best part”

Mark Lee is perhaps the best part of your life. For someone so pure and selfless to appear in your world and befriend you is more than a wish you could ask for. That’s how you found yourself falling for him harder and harder with each passing day. No matter how busy you two are, you always find yourself back to his side seeking for the comfort he always emanates.

“If you love me, won’t you say something?

If you love me, won’t you

Love me, won’t you”

Will you ever tell him of your unspoken feelings? You’ll never know. Maybe time will tell, but for now, you’re fine where you stand in this relationship. As you stayed perched against his doorway, you knock on his door, finally capturing his attention after he finishes his song. He turns around to you and smiles.

“Hey,” he laughs. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

You smiled and shook your head. “No, you didn’t,” you lied. “I was already awake when you started singing. I just wanted to see what song you were playing, that’s all.”

He turns in his seat and places his guitar back on its stand. As he gets up from chair, he stretches his limbs, a slight groan in the process. “Yeah, it’s a song called Best Part.”

“Daniel Caesar and H.E.R.?”

He points a finger-gun at your direction. “Bingo.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Sir, I think we both know that song has been playing on repeat on my speakers before I go to sleep almost every night.”

“And that is why I decided to play it, because you put it on repeat so much that it’s now stuck in my head.”

You both shared a laugh before you softly shoved his shoulder, your morning much brighter than before when you have awaken.

“Hey, isn’t that my sweater you’re wearing?” he asks.

You look down at the sweater you’re wearing. ‘Oh, I didn’t notice,’ you thought. “Uh, I think so. I might’ve gotten it mixed up with my sweaters when I did laundry the other day,” you responded. You look up to the latter. “Why? Do you want it back?”

“No, no! It’s not that, it’s just...”

You raise an eyebrow. “It’s just?”

He nervously chuckles and scratches his head. “It.. It looks good on you.”

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maplecornia · 3 years

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Chapter 3

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3.06K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: everytime I upload a chapter my tags increase LMAO i hope you guys are enjoying the story so far ^^ BTW when they're speaking and their words are bolded that means they're speaking in English just a heads up ;)

tags: @kookaine | @fangirl125reader | @kookiebbyxx | @taradevonne

What is he doing here?

And whose clothes do those belong to?

You mouth his name, and in his eyes, you can see the surprise turn to shame.

The sick feeling in your stomach grows bigger.

You pray that you're wrong. That for the first time in your life, your intuition isn't correct. That what you think happened was merely a misunderstanding. That he didn't do what you think he did.

You want to reassure yourself that you didn't give up your heart in vain.

That he still loves you.

But everything points to the signs.

The fact that he only wears boxers, his smooth muscled skin shining in the soft moonlight.

The pile of mixed clothes on the floor.

The look in his eyes and the ruffled mess of his hair.

Everything tells you what you already know.

"What's going on?" you ask, your voice shaking. He doesn't meet your eyes.

The sick feeling grows deeper in your chest.

"What's going on?" you repeat, your voice stronger and more severe.

Even if your heart can't stand strong, at least you can.

He opens his mouth to reply, but instead, you hear a woman's voice from the bedroom.

Your bedroom.

"Babe, who is that?" you can't seem to look away from the door that it materialized from, as he looks between it and you, unsure of what to do. As though he were the one trapped. As though he were the one who was in pain. As though he were the victim here.

Instead of the murderer.

As she comes into view in the doorway, rubbing her eyes and running her hands through her hair, you can't move. You're frozen, and the world completely disappears, a roar of static noise rising in your ears.

No.

NO.

This can't be happening. Not to you. You were so careful. You were so sure. So sure that he felt the same. So sure that he was yours and yours alone. So sure that nothing would be able to break what you shared. That you had finally found the one.

However, as she looks at you, her green eyes spark with realization. Then as they quickly turn to shame, she avoids your gaze as well.

You know.

This is happening.

It's real.

And there's no turning back from it.

You can't feel yourself as you start to cry.

In the shower, the hot water clings to your skin, mixing with the tears. You lean against the tiled wall, squeezing your eyes shut, you cling to yourself. Nails digging into your flesh, you bite your lip, shaking violently.

Mixed images of his face flash through your mind unwillingly.

Hiding alone, the steam surrounding you in a thick veil of deception, you give in to the pain.

You allow the tears to come.

You allow his face to stare into yours once more. You paint the same hazelnut gaze of his eyes. You try to recall the safety you once felt when he held you in his arms. You pull pieces of the same warmth that rose in your cold body flushing your face when he smiled at you, out of the depths of your mind. You look for the tenderness reflecting in his eyes when he whispered that he loved you. You sigh as you remember the way his curly hair had felt on your skin as you ran your hands through it. You picture his perfectly sculpted face, high cheekbones, and long eyelashes. The strong jaw and full lips. The curve of his throat and the touch of his body.

The mirage holds you in its embrace, makes you forget everything, all the pain, all the hurt, the betrayal that tore your soul apart for his pleasure.

However, when it leans in to kiss you, your eyes fly open to reality, and you find yourself hugging your body, the shower still running.

Shaking your head, you proceed to clean yourself, hoping that perhaps the water could wash away the pain.

Some things weren't enough. Some things are not good to dwell over. Some things are better left locked away.

In the end, it wasn't real.

None of it was real.

Done with the shower, you turn the water off, strands of hair falling in your face, and droplets of water dripping off of your body.

Was any part you enough to keep him?

Was this body?

Was it enough to have him wait for you?

Looking down at yourself, you press your fingers against your stomach, pulling at the flesh and skin as though it would change anything.

Were you enough?

Shaking the thought out of your mind, you reach for your towel as you open the shower curtain and step out into the steamy bathroom. Flipping on the fan switch, you dry yourself off, avoiding the reflection in the mirror. You lotion your body down, before pulling on your bra and underwear. Ignoring the drips from your hair, you tug on a loose T-shirt and shorts, and shake out your head, water falling everywhere as though you were a wet dog.

Sighing, you turn to the mirror, where fog from the shower is fading, water droplets trailing down like rain and making pathways. You follow them with your eyes for a moment before, in a sudden urge, you swipe your hand across the screen, destroying their peaceful journey. What's left of your reflection.

Staring into your eyes, you can see just how tired you look. Just how worn down you are. Touching just below your eye, the dark circles under your eyes from restless nights of tears and loss of sleep stand out like a stain on your skin.

What has he done to you?

This isn't you, this isn't who you are.

What has he turned you into?

Sighing, you turn away from the mirror and pull on your robe.

Drying your hair off with your towel, you pull open the door and walk outside, your wet feet slapping on the crisp wood floor as you make your way into the living room.

You look around for any sign of Jae or Miji, but they are nowhere to be seen. Glancing over at the kitchen island, you spot a small piece of paper. Taking it into your fingers, you read the neat block letters of Jaejin's handwriting. His Korean alphabet is so structured, so neat and so straight as though it were the writing of a computer. It reads:

“Hey, I’m sorry we left, but Mijeong prepared a surprise birthday dinner for me tonight, we’ll be back later so help yourself to make dinner or whatever. Remember this is your home now too, I love you!!”

You smile at the thoughtful letter and pocket it in your robe.

You had prepared a gift for Jae today yourself, but you'd reckon you'd just give it to him later.

Turning to the room you take a deep breath before beginning to explore.

The living room is very spacious, which you prefer. The TV is elevated on the left wall from the kitchen, the couch positioned against the right wall across from the screen. In the middle of the room, there is a cute small glass coffee table with forgotten magazines and books laying on top of it. Underneath the TV there are many different bookshelves with movies, books, and magazines shelved on them. All around the apartment, there are potted plants, cute decorations, and some photographs.

Stepping onto the carpet, you dig your feet into it as though it were the warm sand on the beach.

"I would have been fine sleeping on this floor, you know. This is like heaven." You murmur to yourself, closing your eyes in content. You wait there for a moment before the soft plinks of rain begin outside, knocking you out of your stupor.

Opening your eyes, you turn to the balcony's clear screen door and press your hand against it. Gazing outside, you smile at the sight of rain against the lights of the city. Opening the door a crack, you close your eyes, taking a deep breath.

After a moment, you step back inside and shut the screen door, turning to the kitchen. You pull out a pot and fill it with water before setting it on the ceramic stove and heating it. As you wait for it to boil, you pull out your phone and turn the notifications off from vibration. As soon as you do, you click on your Instagram and into the group chat you share with your friends.

Looking through, you can't help but feel a bit conflicted.

Biting your lip, your finger hovers over the message box before you quickly pull away and place your phone on the counter. Letting out a shaky breath, you swallow the lump rising dangerously in your throat before looking away.

You're sensitive today.

You knew it was going to be like this.

When you moved in the middle of high school back home, it was the same. Their lives carried on without you. They still had fun, they still had other things to do, they still had a life outside of you. Outside of you being there.

Things were different.

They were still your friends, they'll always be your friends, but they weren't the same.

Will they ever be the same?

When you hear the crackling of the boiling water, your head snaps up and you pocket the phone once more. You pull the pot off the stove and grab a mug out of one of the many cabinets in Jae's kitchen. As you set it beside the cooling water on the counter, you search his pantry for a cocoa mix. Normally you would have tea, but right after the sight of the rain, you're in the mood for something to warm you from the inside out.

Something to remind you of home.

On cold, rainy days after you and your friends would practice at the dance studio, or finish having a meal together or anything simple like that; you would hurry home and with your group, you would make them cocoa. You would start a fire and would sit with each other spending the time together, happy and complete.

The nostalgia and sadness growing too much, you are relieved when you find the hot cocoa packets. You let out a little shout of happiness and accomplishment before walking out of the pantry and dumping the contents into the cup. Setting the packet aside, you take the pot of water and carefully pour it into the cup as well. While the powder and water slowly swirl together, you rummage for a spoon before mixing it. Once you're satisfied, you sip it carefully and...

...almost burn your tongue off.

Coughing violently, you set it down and focus on putting away everything you brought out, giving it time to cool off. Once everything is done and put away, you pick up your mug, holding it to your face as you softly blow on it. Even now the smell and the warmth of it is getting rid of the chill you feel whenever you're alone.

Settling yourself amongst the blankets and pillows on the couch, you take the TV remote off of the coffee table and turn on the TV. Netflix pops up and you search for a K- drama you were watching before you left. When you find it, you press play, leaving off captions so that you can practice your Korean a bit more.

As the intro starts, you hum along to it, setting up a sort of bed so you can watch comfortably. Once it's done, you lay down, your head sinking into a pillow comfortably, and a soft gray blanket pulled over your body. You're in a position so that you can still lounge but won't spill your cocoa.

As the show begins, you mouth the words along with them. When you can't catch what they say, you're quick to rewind it and try it again until you understand. You laugh with the show, cry with it, finding yourself on an emotional roller coaster.

You've always been like this, too emotional, too easily attached, too naive. Always careful to keep yourself at a reasonable distance from anyone who could hurt you. From anyone who you couldn't handle if they left you. It takes a while for you to open yourself up to someone, and when you do, you're wholly and completely theirs.

It's a lose-lose situation.

A lose-lose way of life.

Before you know it, the cocoa is gone and the episode is almost over. Setting the mug on the coffee table, you settle back into the pillow. As you watch, your eyes grow heavy, and you drift further and further away. The last thing you see before you close them is their touching kiss before they flutter shut and you fall into a restless sleep.

Hours pass as you lie there on the couch, sleeping. The show continues to play until the question "are you still watching?" shows up on the screen as it often does when you've been watching for a while without much activity.

Once the show is off, the apartment goes silent and it seems almost empty. In the far background, there are the sounds of cars honking, the screech of tires on the pavement, even the sound of music from the billboards and clubs.

This is like home, these sounds are familiar. These are the reasons why you sleep so soundly, hugging the pillow as though it were your lifeline.

You do not wake when Mijeong and Jaejin enter the apartment. They are laughing, but as soon as they see you on the couch, fast asleep, they fall quiet, each one of them smiling softly.

They hold unimaginable compassion for you and deep love.

Mijeong immediately sets down her stuff, sliding out of her shoes and walking towards you. Tenderly, she brushes back your hair as though she were your mother taking care of you.

“She’s sound asleep.” She whispers, just as Jaejin joins her side.

“That’s not like her. She’s such a light sleeper, she would have woken up when we came home.” He replies worry reflected in his eyes. Mijeong’s smile, at his statement, fades away and she nods.

“She must be in so much pain that she wants to drown out the world around her,” Mijeong says sadly before standing up and clearing her throat.

“Let's take her to her room.” When Jaejin doesn't move, she gives him an expectant look and he jolts to attention. She hits him softly on his arm and he lets out a slight joking yelp.

"I was going to do it, I just wasn't ready yet." He whines, and she chuckles before leading the way to your room as Jaejin picks you up with strong, sure arms. Cradled in his arms as though you were a baby, he looks down at you with a tender look. He hates that he can't help you.

No one can.

He smiles how sound asleep you are now, cradled in his arms, your head resting against the crook of his neck. Mijeong, watching the encounter, smiles as well. He notices her look and his attention changes immediately from you to her in a second.

“What is it?” he asks, and she shakes her head, opening the door to your newly acclaimed bedroom.

“Nothing.” She says but a sly smile is playing at her lips, as though she’s concealing a secret. Which she is. A secret that, at that moment, she thought he would make a great father. A secret that at that moment, she wanted things with him that were far off in the future, but very real to her now.

As they walk into your room, Mijeong pulls back the covers, and Jaejin sets you down softly on the bed. Once you are out of his arms, and Mijeong pulls the covers up over your body, you settle instinctively into the soft mattress, and immediately curl up into a ball, holding tightly to one of the many pillows on your bed. They smile as they watch over you, and Jaejin presses a soft kiss on your forehead. Mijeong does the same, brushing back strands of hair on your forehead. Turning around, they share a tender look before walking out of the room and cracking the door shut behind them.

“Are you sure that she’ll be okay?” Mijeong asks as soon as the door is shut. Jaejin looks at her a bit surprised.

“Of course. Why, are you having second thoughts?” he asks before heading into the living room, Mijeong not far behind.

"No. I'm not, I just....I wish we could tell her before we do anything. She's going to wake up and we'll be gone." Mijeong explains, following him and settling on the counter. Jaejin pauses from setting the living room in order and turns to her. He takes her hand in his own and kisses her softly on the forehead before pressing his forehead to hers tenderly.

"I love you, and I wish we could have told her before we leave tomorrow, but she will be okay. She'll have the apartment, and my job at Big Hit to take over. Everything will be okay." He reassures her. Mijeong hesitates before nodding her head in agreement. Jaejin smiles, before pulling away and turning off the TV. "Besides, I'll leave her a note just like we did tonight before we take off in the morning. This is just too much of an amazing opportunity for you and for me to waste."

"I know." Mijeong answers, rocking on the counter as she swings her legs back and forth. "Not every model gets a chance to appear at Fashion Week, but Jae....she'll be all alone."

Done with ordering the room, he chuckles as he begins to make his way back to her.

"She is a grown-up you know. It’s only a few months, she can take care of herself." He says, pulling her off the counter and spinning around in the air before setting her down as she giggles and leans on him, a little dizzy.

"Don't worry," he reassures her once more before heading into their room, his voice fading as he closes the door behind him.

"Yen will be okay. She always is."

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: thanks to everyone who read! so why do you think miss Yen moved to Korea?

I'm going to be updating my mutuals list (because I never had it to begin with ;-;) on my navigation so if you want to be added, pls ask me ^^ thankssss

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captain-lonagan · 2 years

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c!wilbur and/or chase davenport?

i'll hit ya with both under the cut to save the dash

c!wilbur

First impression: lmao what a theater kid

Impression now: Get Some Rest And Therapy You Poor, Destructive Man

Favorite moment: everytime he says or does something when he's trying to be a Big Bad Antagonist immediately followed by him trying desperately to protect others or grapple with the harm he's done

Idea for a story: he gets a really ratty cat and takes care of it and in learning to care for it learns to care for himself

Unpopular opinion: not unpopular in my corner of this fandom but the zombified c!wilbur design is ugly as fuck and has some really nasty connotations regarding mental illness (since 99% of the time only the clearly mentally ill characters get zombified) and i would actually be happy if it stopped existing entirely

Favorite relationship: crimeboys...they compel me

Favorite headcanon: his physical presentation is very important to him, like he likes to be Professional, but he's just so bad at the actual upkeep that comes with looking that way. he's always got just a slight 5 o' clock shadow and he always looks just a liiiittle raggedy

chase davenport!

First impression: since i was like, twelve my first thought was "...ppretty. smart boy prettyy Wow I Sure Want To Look And Dress Like Him Thats Wild Ha Ha Wont Examine That"

Impression now: fucked up little man. get some help. have a good cry and admit your flaws and insecurities.

Favorite moment: god its been So long since i watched the show so it's hard to think of specifics but casual moments where he's genuine about his love for his family and isn't a smug asshole are always nice. WISH THE WRITERS WOULD'VE LET HIM GROW AND DO THAT A LITTLE MORE OFTEN

Idea for a story: chase davenport learns that people can have superpowers just naturally without having a chip put in their brains and has a complete breakdown over his Special Boy status. essentially rewriting elite force to give chase an existential breakdown. break his bones to make them heal better, ya know?

Unpopular opinion: in the little bit of chase davenport content i've seen the majority of people just kinda smooth over his edges and have the twelve year old me reaction of "prettyy boyyyyy" which i Get but also he's an asshole. he's an asshole and that must be grappled with when making content of him

Favorite relationship: it's been so long that i don't know if i made this up in my head or not but istg at Least once he and adam actually worked together instead of against each other in a non-mission setting and it was Awesome so i'm gonna go with them. the Potential they had as brothers with totally opposite strengths and personalities

Favorite headcanon: after meeting douglas for the first time he looked in the mirror and Recognized Traits and freaked the fuck out because it really sunk in that "oh my god that's my dad"

#thank you magpie!

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lunarmessenger · 3 years

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Hiya! Could I request the RFA (+ minor trio, if it isn't too much trouble) with an MC who gives neck kisses frequently? 👉👈 I am just. A simple soul with simple desires skfkek. Please and thank you💞

Of course you can sweetie! This is such a cute prompt!!! Sorry to everybody who I’ve kept waiting; I’m slowly gaining back my strength, so I should be back to writing soon! - luna xx

RFA + V, Saeran, and Vanderwood Reacts to an MC Who Gives Neck Kisses

Zen

• He loves it so much honestly

• The first time it happens you honestly caught him off guard

• You were both sitting on the couch watching one of his performances

• His arm was around your shoulders and your legs were in his lap, snuggled closely as he studied his moves

• “Honey~” You whispered nonchalantly, trying to catch his attention as he leaned forward slightly

• “One moment my sweet; I just want to make sure I don’t make the same mistake that I made here in my next performance.”

• You understood, but still huffed; all you wanted was to kiss him

• The two of you hadn’t gone all the way yet, so you always hesitated to kiss him in rather intimate spots like the neck or chest

• You loved doing neck kisses so honestly it’s been killing you

• With slight hesitation you leaned up, kissing his neck a couple of times

• His entire body becomes rigid and he freezes

• “Y-Y/N...”

• You did it again, giggling the second time as you noticed his neck and chest growing hot

• “Ah I see, so you’re doing it purposely then.” He smirked, turning off the TV and immediately pouncing on you

• You had to be careful when giving him neck kisses because it usually turned into something more after you’d finally went all the way~

Yoosung

• He’s such a blushy boy that when it came to your neck kisses, he just didn’t know how to cope

• When you’d first done it you’d been dating for only a couple of weeks

• It was mindless really, and you’d felt like giving him some affection so you figured; why not?

• “Yoosung; can we order in tonight? I think we both deserve a break, and I’ve been craving some hot pot~”

• “Sure! Let me just finish writing this paper and we’ll go.”

• You grinned and without thinking leaned in, placing a chaste kiss to his neck

• Never in his life had he turned red so fast, and when I say red I mean r e d

• “H-Hey! Don’t do that without warning...” He whined, placing one hand over his face to try to hide his blushing

• He’s literally so cute pleaSE

• You did it again, enjoying the way he squirmed at his desk as he groaned.

• “I’m never going to finish this paper if you keep that up, Y/N.”

• It had reached the point where he wouldn’t get turned on every single time, but it was still enough to make him blush

Jaehee

• She herself isn’t very affectionate, besides the occasional hugs and kisses that she shared with you in private

• So when you kissed her neck for the first time, she had frozen up with a deep blush

• The kiss wouldn’t leave her mind, she thought about it all day really

• When it became obvious that this was something that you did frequently?

• It was all she looked forward to

• “Y/N.”

• “Yes, Jaehee?”

• “May...may I possibly have another kiss?”

• This poor woman is touch starved omg

• You were happy to oblige, especially if it meant that you got to see her gentle smile every time you did it

• She wouldn’t allow you to do it in front of the others though due to her own embarrassment

• She’s also low key jealous but she’ll never admit that GJEJGEAHG

Jumin

• He’s actually a huge fan of the neck kisses

• He makes it known the first time that you do it, your lips softly grazing against his neck as the two of you sat in bed

• He was finishing some last minute paperwork while you silently read a book beside him, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose as you tilted your head

• It had been a long day and you wanted to stay up with him but you were just so tired

• “Please don’t stay up if you’re tired, Y/N. Once I’m finished with this file, I will be ready for bed. I promise.”

• You yawned, a small smile gracing his face as you bookmarked your book

• “Okay Jumin. Goodnight, I love you~” And bloop you had kissed his neck

• He was still for a moment, his brain processing what happened as he gave another smile

• His eyes shifted towards you; you’d already fallen asleep, head resting against his arm as he chuckled.

• “Goodnight, Y/N.”

• Since then he’s been obsessed, demanding that you give him neck kisses every time he leaves for work, and when he comes home

• You happily oblige every time, the action becoming a little secret routine between the two of you

707

• He absolutely loves that you give frequent neck kisses

• Like Jaehee, he’s pretty touch starved

• So it’s super reassuring that whenever you’re cuddling, or hugging, or sitting in his lap

• You’ll just lean over and place a soft kiss to his neck

• It makes him feel loved, safe, and wanted

• When you’d first done it, you had fallen asleep on the sofa while he finished some work assigned by Jumin

• He didn’t want to wake you so he took you into his arms and carried you to your shared bedroom

• In your sleep you’d craned your neck up, kissing him softly on the neck as you mumbled

• “I love you...” You’d whispered, burrowing deeper into his chest as his breath hitched

• His heart felt warm, and he smiled down towards your sleeping figure, a hint of blush tinting his cheeks as he whispered back

• “I love you too, Y/N.”

• A flustered mess

• This poor man isn’t used to affection, but unlike the others he’s grown used to not having any

• So when you kiss his neck it’s like he malfunctions

• He stutters over his words and tries not to blush, even though it’s fairly obvious

• “I...wow. I um, I actually really liked, well, um—“

• You kinda liked having this much power over him to be honest lol

• He loves it when you kiss his neck, he just doesn’t know how to express it with his words

• He never stops you when you do it though, and you can see it in his eyes that he appreciates that it’s one of your ways that you show your affection for him

• “Jihyun~ I love you.”

• That phrase is usually followed by a neck kiss, his cheeks red as he nods and pulls you close

• “I love you more, Y/N. For the rest of my life.”

Saeran

• Love love, loves your neck kisses

• He returns them actually, and that in turn makes you extremely flustered

• When you’d done it he grinned, rubbing his nose against yours as he cuddled you close

• “My darling Y/N.”

• Then when you’d least expected it he’d done it back; very nonchalantly to be honest

• You were helping him in the garden, and you’d successfully cross bred a rose with him

• He was so happy and proud of you that he just couldn’t help it; he’d kissed your neck

• You blushed hard, but he wasn’t phased at all

• You honestly didn’t think you’d meet somebody who gave neck kisses as much as you did, but here he was

• It was a reminder that the two of you were definitely meant for each other

• It became one of the most frequent and common ways you showed your affection for one another

Vanderwood

• Like V, he isn’t used to affection so when you first do it to him he’s genuinely startled

• “H-Hey...who do you think you are?”

• Your partner duh lmao

• He’s very good at keeping a poker face, but his actions definitely give away the fact that he loves it

• The way he cranes his neck a little towards you when you’re cuddling him

• The way he lays his chin on top of your head to give you complete access to his neck

• It was obvious to you, and you happily obliged every time he silently asked for a neck kiss

• You could never get away with teasing him though; he shut it down before you could even start

• “You know love, if you enjoy my neck kisses all you have to do is say—“

• “Hush. I don’t have to say a damn thing, about anything, okay?”

• Translation?

• Please don’t ever stop

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