#[[sorry this took me so long and that it's probably not the best]]

[luvyeni]

THE HIGH LIFE 𝕼. ( 02z )

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 박종성 x fem!reader )  ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. rich!enhypen , exotic dancer!reader , threesome , oral ( m ), unprotected sex, double penetration word count. 2.5k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

synopsis … jay doesn’t mind sharing his new and favorite girl

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ why can’t i ever find a good clear photo of these three … anyways here it is and I hope you like you !

jake and sunghoon walked through the club ; the different half dressed dancer staring at them with hunger in their eyes; it’s like they could smell the money radiating off of the boys — they could see it too , just by the way they skipped the long line outside.

“the internet was right , jay really outdid himself with this club.” sunghoon eyed up a dancer who just smirked at him walking away. “where is that fucker anyway?” they searched around the club , weaving through all the people. “there he is.” jake pointed , the boy was sitting in vip , surrounded by very beautiful women scrolling through his phone; sunghoon scoffed. “cocky fucking bastard.” they made their way over to the vip section. “did you forget you invited or what?”

jay looked up from him phone ; shooing the dancers away. “go have some fun , make some money.” he said , sending the bouncers waiting in front away. ”you guys are an hour late.” he said , jake and sunghoon sat down. “sorry we have our own businesses to attend to.” sunghoon said. “besides seems like you had enough company to keep you business.” jake smirked. “not like you paid attention to them , how the fuck could you be glued to your phone while surrounded by so many sexy ladies?”

the three current young; rich and trending men sat in the secluded section in the crowded club. “yeah they’re all pretty , they make me tons of money but that’s pretty much it.” he shrugged. “you serious man?” jake took a sip of his drink. “all these pretty girls and not one you’ve taken home to that big lonely apartment of yours?” sunghoon asked not convinced at the words he was hearing. “stop fucking lying.”

he sat back in his seat with a smirk. “well there’s one.” he said , his friends exchanging glances between each other. “only one? well she’s got to be real fucking special to get the park jongseongs undivided attention.” jake said. “are you serious with her?” jay shook his head. “that’s the thing , she’s not looking to date , just a quick fuck here and there.” he said. “and pay her fucking bills probably.” jay didn’t take offense to that , he did pay for your living , but with all the money he had it was nothing to him. “she’s happy and im very , and i like to keep my girls happy.”

“so let’s meet her.” jay raised his hands , calling over one of the dancers. “yes mr. park.” sunghoon rolled his eyes , while jake smirked. “go get yn , tell her to get pretty and come out.” the dancer nodded , walking away. “mr. park? you narcissistic fuckhead.”

meanwhile you sat on the pink couch jay placed in the room you and the rest of the girls got ready in. “you dancing tonight yn?” another dancer asked you. “or are you waiting for jay to get off.” you smirked hearing the condescending tone in her voice. “don't start this today.” hana a bartender that you were friends with said. “let’s be real here , yn is the best dancer here , has the nicest ass and a good pair of tits , if it wasn’t gonna be her than it wasn’t gonna be you.” the door opened with a dancer walking in. “yn you’re working vip tonight for jay and his friends.”

you stood up off the couch , undoing your pink silky robe. “have fun tonight ladies.” you said , staring at the dancer who was red with anger. “maybe when im done with him you can have him , that’s a big maybe and when.” you said , slipping into your heels walking out of the room ; letting them deal with the girls' tantrum , you’ve gotten used to it now ever since the girls figured out the situation you and jay had going on. that’s exactly what it was a situation — you and him had fun and he showered you with gifts, nothing more.

you immediately caught jays eye as you made your way over to the section with a fresh bottle of the most expensive alcohol in your hand that you got when you stopped by the counter. “that’s an expensive bottle.” jay said. “and i guess it was on my dime?” you smiled. “now why would it be on mine?” you sat it in the ice. “you called me out here didn’t you?” you said. “well that’s because i wanted you to meet some friends of mine.” you turned facing the two very attractive men sitting in front of you. “you have very attractive friends.”

“ah don’t make me jealous.” jay said , his arm snaking around your waist pulling you into his lap. “you called me out here to play and i want to play.” you pouted , your eyes trained on sunghoon. “i like that one.” you pointed , sunghoon raised his eyebrow. “me?” he said you nodded. “yeah you.” oh you were snippy , he liked that. “told she’s a handful hoon.” jay rubbed your waist , he allowed you to do what you wanted , but at the end of the day he knew whose bed you’d end up in once the club closed. ”hoon.” you let his name fall from your lips in a sultry tone. “is he paying?” you asked more so him. “i have the money.” jay removed his arm , you stood up walking over to him. “good.”

you sat down right on his lap; his arm came around you to keep you upright. “don’t be so scared , you can look.” you whispered in his ear. “or touch i don’t mind , but that’s gonna cost you extra.” you felt him gripping your side. “princess play nice.” jay said. “i don’t think i want to.” you bit your bottom lip. “she’s a brat jay , i see why you like her so much.” you moved around in his lap , he hissed. “she’s too cute though.” jay said , jake sitting there , he hadn’t said anything since you came over , but you could feel his eyes on you. “is he a little shy?”

you moved to sunghoons other leg , resting your arms on the chair ; you leaned over to him. “thats jake baby.” you smiled. “well jake are you shy?” he shook his head. “no?” you tilted your head to the side. “that’s good , shy men bore me.” jay watched you , a drink in his hand , lure his friends into your sexy but dangerous web. “princess.” he spoke up. “how about we move this to a more private space?” he could see your eyes basically light up , standing up , grabbing your hand. “you guys coming?”

the four of you definitely knew what you were on the moment the door closed to the red room; jay immediately moved your hair to the side , kissing your neck; pulling your straps to your bra down. “you know what to do princess.” the three men stood in front of you; you slowly peeled the very little clothing you had on , a look of hunger and lust in their eyes as your boobs bounced due to the lack of a bra. “fuck , sexy ain’t she?” the two boys nodded; you pulled your panties off , throwing them at jake , leaving your thigh garters and heels on. “don’t just stand there like a bunch of pussies.”

“you know i don’t really like that mouth she has on her.” sunghoon said , he was the first one to walk over to you. “makes you want to shut her up doesn’t it?” jake nodded. “she’s too talkative , let's end that.” jake said , already unbuckling his jeans. “shut her up.” he sat down , freeing himself from his pants , his cock springing up , slapping against his stomach; he was a nice size , thick enough. his tip was read and leaking with precum. “look at her drooling like a slut.”

“suck him off.” jay commanded ; sitting down in the seat watching as you took him into your hand , jerking him off. “fuck.” jake groaned. “so big.” you go face to his cock , your ass in the air giving jay and sunghoon a look at your drenched cunt. “look at that.” jay slapped your ass , you moaned ; jake grabbing the back of your head , pushing your head down on his cock. “look at that wet pussy.” sunghoon chuckled. “drenched like a fucking slut.”

jake had you by your hair , guiding your head up and down on his cock , gagging on it as jay sunk a finger inside you. “gotta stretch this pussy out before we completely ruin it.” you moaned around jakes cock which made him moan. “fu-fuck her throat is so fucking good.”

“she’s ready.” jay pulled his fingers out of your hole. “try and be a little gentle.” he told sunghoon , but the way the boy slapped your ass ; you could tell he was gonna be anything but that. “such a nice fucking ass.” he growled watching it jiggle. “pussy so wet , you’re fucking dripping like a little whore.” you moaned , pulling off of jakes cock with a pop , jerking him off. “are you gonna put it in or are you gonna stand there and slap my ass all night.” you teased , rubbing your ass back on his cock. “fuck.” he groaned , pushing himself right inside you ; you moaned out , taking jake back into your mouth.

“fucking slut just letting me in like that.” sunghoon dug his finger into the flesh of your ass. “pussy was waiting for one of us to fill it.” he moved his hips ; you tried to moan , but your mouth was occupied by jake bucking up into your mouth , the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. “ fuck fuck!” he cursed. “fuck im gonna cum.” jake pushed your head all the way down , his cock twitching as his cum shot from his tip into your throat. “ah fuck , fucking shit!” jake cursed , as you released your mouth. “shit that felt good.” he sighed , throwing his head back , your head was pushed against the couch cushions as sunghoon plowed you from the back.

“ah shit , slutty pussy got wet just from him cumming down your throat.” sunghoon thrusted deep inside you. “fucking nasty slut.” jay stood up from his seat. “pull out.” he said , sunghoon pulled out leaving you wanting more. “you gonna take us both princess , you cool with that?” jay said , you smiled , nodding as you climbed into his lap , your back against his chest. “used to taking more than one cock?” sunghoon said. “don’t think you’ll live up to it?” you bit back , he smirked. “bet.”

“both of you calm down.” you moaned as jay rubbed his cock along your folds , your head dropping back against his shoulder. “both of you are gonna get what you want.” he pushed himself inside you , filling bottoming out. “oh fuck that’s princess , let’s open you up for sunghoons cock.” his fingers coming to your folds pulling your pussy lips apart already being split by his cock. “don’t worry bro she can handle it.” jay said , sunghoon smirked , rubbing his cock along your folds. “not like she had much a choice anyway.”

sunghoon pushed himself inside you ; stretching you open along with jay. “ah fuck!” you screamed as they both moved the same time. “fuck fuck.” both of them moving , one in and one out; you were never not filled , both of them fucking you ; and then jake wasn’t done , coming back over to , slapped his cock on your boobs , rubbing his tip along your nipples. “mmh fuck , such pretty tits.” you tilt your head , taking his tip into your mouth. “fuck.” jay moaned out. “guess she wants her mouth full again.”

you nodded moaning as you bring him back into you mouth. jays hand came up to your boobs, squeezing them as he bucked up into you. “don’t cum.” he whispered in your ear. “you cum when it’s just me and you.” you moaned , nodding. “fuck , im gonna cum.” sunghoon said , pulling out jerking his cock off. “fuck.”

jake also pulled out , his tip pressed against your cheek as he stroked his cock. “down on your knees baby you’re gonna take all of our cum.” you stood up , legs wobbly as get down on your knees , letting them all circle around you jerking off , they all groaned as they came at different times , covering your face with their loads. “look at the slut.” sunghoon said , squeezing his length , milking himself. “covered in cum.” jay looked down at you , bringing his hand up to your cheek , pushing his thumb into your mouth. “good girl.”

jay covered you in his jacket ; letting you lay there while he handled business with them outside. “i really do fucking understand you.” jake said. “i wouldn’t mind taking her home for a few nights too.” jay shook his head. “what she does when i don’t see her is not my business.”

“just know she will always end up back in my bed , spending my dime.”

©️LUVYENI

[blueblossomrose]

TW boys with a fem reader who is basically Rapunzel from Tangled. Like, reader has magical long hair that can heal and it's also unbreakable. Plus, she has a kind and passionate personality but don't take her for granted, she can be fiesty when she wants and can stand on her own.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Azul Ashengrotto, Epel Felmier, Rollo Flamme, Ruggie Bucchi, Jamil Viper, Fellow Honest

Content: Rapunzel!Fem!MC/Reader, maybe broken english, references Tangled (2010), some swear words? maybe

Note(s): Thank you for the ask and sorry for the extreme delay 😭 I chose the characters that I thought best matched the request <3

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Summary: What if the prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm was a certain princess? One who has never left her tower, who has very long, magical hair, a pet chameleon, and uses a frying pan to defend herself.

He would probably make fun of you. I mean, besides being a newbie to Twisted Wonderland you're still so naive?

He might try to trick you with some harmless little lies, just to be funny, but as time goes by, he becomes more and more enchanted by you.

He might ask her to heal him of minor injuries just to see how it works, but he would pretend he didn't care much.

He would find it hilarious that you uses a frying pan to defend yourself. At first, he might tease you that it's a weird way to fight, but after he gets hit (probably because he's too cheeky), he realizes that you actually knows how to use it and learns to respect that.

Your magical hair, the way you handled things... even the frying pan hits you gave him over the head when he was going too far. He realizes that he enjoys your company more than a friend.

Because you're different from the people he knows. You are guileless, you doesn't lie like he does, and your honesty comes from a place of genuine kindness. This slowly disarms him.

He'd be irritated (but secretly confused) to realize that he likes to protect you when someone tries to take advantage of your naivety.

He might end up getting jealous if someone else gets too much attention from you. He would cover it up by saying he's just "keeping you out of trouble," but anyone would see that he's clearly bothered.

He doesn't get along with Pascal at first, his rivalry is even more intense with the little reptile than with Grim, actually.

Eventually, he becomes attached to Pascal as he has become attached to everyone in the group. The chameleon takes advantage of the opportunity to sit on his shoulders or on his orange hair.

When he's getting into trouble, you grab him with your hair and keep him from making more trouble, often turning him upside down.

When your hair was braided for better mobility, he was: 😳

It's in book 4 after the confusion with Jamil and Scarabia, he was semi-ready to declare himself more honestly.

"Look, I don't know if it's because you hit me over the head with that frying pan or if you really did charm me with that shiny hair, but... I think I like you. And before you say something silly... you better tell me you like me too."

Your very limited contact with men meant that you didn't have as many prejudices regarding height or... appearance.

This kind of made you not assume he was a girl and just ask him directly. This was enough to make Epel feel more comfortable with you.

Unlike Ace, his first contact with Pascal was surprisingly calm and he likes the little chameleon, the feeling is mutual.

Over time, Epel realized that he admired your strength and innocence. You are a bit naive but you knows how to defend yourself! He wanted to know how to handle that frying pan as well as you.

You encourage him beyond his insecurities, able to make him see the best in himself and show it to the world.

It's in book 6 that he realizes your true determination. I mean, the way you took out those robots was incredible!

He watched your magical hair heal everyone... truly so wonderful it's almost unbelievable. You have the gift of healing.

It was probably Vil who made your hair easier to move with a braid. Epel who put on the decorations, though. He blushed at your compliments.

He was ready to admit it when he's tied up in your hair.

"You... look even more beautiful from this angle..."

Upon hearing about the mysterious newcomer, Azul sees an opportunity. If you is lost and confused, perhaps you needs help... and who better than him to offer your a "small" contract?

He unfortunately (perhaps fortunately) was unable to actually contact you until the events from book 3.

Upon meeting you, Azul is intrigued. You unusual beauty, the sparkle in your eyes and, most importantly, your long magical hair pique his interest.

Your genuine kindness began to disconcert him. How could someone be so honest, so without ulterior motives? It was an irritating naivety… and at the same time, endearing.

Yet, you know how to defend yourself very well... much better than well, in fact.

When Floyd made a joke that your hair sometimes looked like Azul's tentacles, he found himself thinking about it more than he should have.

During book 4 you two get closer, you're practically his knight in shining armor. Although due to the situation, it should be the other way around.

Pascal didn't like him, but he started to like him after he helped you. Azul is happy that he no longer feels threatened by a animal that size.

He feels safe when he's being healed by you and your magical hair... maybe that means something.

You seem curious about your octopus form. It makes him feel embarrassed, but... you look so trusting. It's weird. He doesn't want to trust anyone but you just make his brain relax. It's scary.

To the point where he suddenly finds himself opening up to you about things he didn't want to talk initially, he suddenly stops with a red face and that stupid smile on your face only makes him redder.

"You look more confident with that braid, [Name]-san. Beautiful flowers."

Your long magical hair drew attention wherever you went, especially because it was uncut and shiny. Some students were curious, others suspicious, but none reacted like Rollo Flamme.

From the first moment he saw you, Rollo felt a mixture of fascination and contempt. Your hair clearly possessed magical properties, and the mere fact of its existence was a reminder of what he hated most.

However, you behavior baffled him. Unlike the arrogant mages he despised, you was kind and naive, in awe of everything around you. You asked questions about Noble Bell College, about Fleur City, about the Bell of Salvation, listening to each answer with an enchanted glint in your eyes.

He inevitably treated you differently than he treated the other students at NRC. At first it was to help his charade and also because you were a girl, but later it became much more genuine than he wanted.

Rollo tried to keep his distance, but he couldn’t help but feel a peculiar irritation whenever she got into trouble or when anyone got too close to her.

You used a frying pan to defend yourself, which was, in his view, completely absurd. And yet strangely effective. He witnessed this when a student tried to cut a lock of your hair and received a direct hit.

Your chameleon, who seemed to constantly judge him, became more of a problem. Pascal didn't like it when he got too close to you, and stuck his tongue in Rollo's ear. Mortifying. For Rollo at least.

The chaos of Rollo’s plan was coming to an end. Rollo knew he was defeated. But he refused to show weakness, even in the face of the fae prince. His body was exhausted, wounded, but before Malleus could deliver the final blow, [Name] acted, your long magical hair shot forward, coiling around Rollo and lifting him into the air, upside down.

His eyes widened, confused, indignant. “What do you think you’re doing?!” he would ask.

“Stopping Malleus from turning you to ash,” you replied, as if it were obvious. “You already lost. You doesn’t need to hurt yourself anymore.”

Rollo gritted his teeth, hating this feeling of helplessness. He tried to struggle, but the your strands were stronger than they looked. “I don’t need your pity,” he growled.

Before he could protest more, you began to sing. The golden glow enveloped his body, and Rollo felt something strange, a soft warmth running through his wounds, the pain dissipating, the fatigue fading.

He hated it. Hated the magic, hated the feeling of vulnerability. But most of all, he hated the fact that, for a brief moment, he didn’t want you to stop.

He hated all magic... but yours was an exception.

He helped re-braid your hair at the ball.

"Come here. I'll pick some flowers..."

Jamil imprisons you as part of his plan in the event of Book 4. You, who has never seen the world beyond your tower before Twisted Wonderland, not exactly panicking? But you understand that the situation is critical so you try to escape.

While trying to maintain his cover as a loyal servant, he mentally mocks your naivety at first, but is soon surprised by you determination in trying to escape... using a frying pan.

After book 4, he learned valuable lessons about how not to mess with you or your pets... and also that frying pans hurt a lot.

When forced to be around you, he begins to feel sympathy for you. He recognizes your kindness and passion, unlike Kalim, your ignorance was more justified in Jamil's opinion alone, of course.

Pascal didn't like him very much from the beginning, but when they understood each other, it became a beautiful friendship. I guess reptiles understand each other?

He would watch with unparalleled calm as you grabbed him with your hair... well, expected.

In book 5, he pulled you to the mat before Vil could even get close.

After several interactions in which he begins to realize your strength and kindness, Jamil falls in love with you. He sees in you someone who, despite your naivety, has the power to heal not only physically but emotionally. Everyone likes you, one way or another.

Just like Ace, he was 😳 when you showed off your Vil-braided hair. You look beautiful either way, but your hair has an extra charm this way.

"Nice braids... I can make some more for you. H-hm, if you want, of course."

Perfect Flynn Rider. Scoundrel, thief, humble origins... the name is Ruggie Bucchi.

He tried to take advantage of her naivety several times while they were getting to know each other, but after book 2, the relationship actually improved.

Whenever he tried to steal something from you without you seeing, Pascal would magically appear next to him and stick his tongue in Ruggie's ear.

"AARGH! Not again!" Ruggie shook like crazy, trying to get the little animal away. Pascal, in turn, just went back to his place, satisfied.

During the chaos at the book 3, Before Ruggie could react, he was lifted into the air, since [Name], in the heat of the moment, had used her long magical hair to hold him back. But, lost in the conversation, she simply forgot he was there. Ruggie was shaking his head, huffing. "Hey, uh… princess? I'm still here…" you continued talking to Azul, completely distracted. Then, without realizing it, you let your hair down.

Azul arched an eyebrow as Jade and Floyd watched with amusement. You covered your mouth, looking at Ruggie lying on the ground. "Oops..."

Ruggie groaned, not having the strength to curse.

Ruggie would sit with you at Savanaclaw, after seeing you upset with yourself for losing your dorm and being naive, and there he talks a little about his poor background, making you laugh a little with his statements and good mood, only to make you laugh again at the end when he tells you not to tell anyone, after all, "that would ruin his reputation."

Ruggie was no stranger to injuries. He was always getting into sticky situations, and when you saw some scrapes and bruises after a confrontation, your first instinct was: “Stay still.” Before he could question it, your hair wrapped around the wounds.

After everything they had been through in Book 3, Ruggie was tasked with taking you back to your dorm. Normally, he would have balked at doing something that didn’t directly benefit him, but for some reason, he accepted without hesitation. On the way, you talked about everything you had learned and how you felt. Ruggie listened, more attentively than he would like to admit. When you arrived, you smiled at him. His heart gave a strange leap.

"...Tsk. I hope you know I don't do anything for free, princess."

Perfect Flynn Rider #2. More than Ruggie, even.

The first time they met, he had ignored her. He was more focused on convincing the 'elite' of Night Raven College to accept his invitation and come to Playful Land.

When [Name] arrived at Playful Land, he finally noticed her. Her long, shiny hair adorned with flowers, her delicate face, and curious eyes. A naive, impressionable girl dazzled by the new world around her? The easiest prey he'd had in years... until she wasn't.

Pascal, her pet chameleon, hated Fellow Honest at first sight and immediately tried to attack him, slapping his face with its curled tail.

When the deception was revealed, Fellow's plan, she wasted no time. One clean strike with the frying pan. With the skill of her magical hair, she quickly tied Fellow and Gidel up, leaving them no chance of escape.

When Fellow woke up, he found himself trapped in [Name]'s hair, who was staring down at him with a steady gaze. “Very well, Fellow Honest…” she said slowly, her eyes narrowed. “I need to find my friends, and so I’ve decided to trust… you.” Fellow blinked in disbelief. “A horrible decision, really” he replied.

Fellow even tries to escape a few times, but every time he tries, she tightens her grip on her hair. Gidel remains silent and worries about Fellow, but he can't deny that it's a little funny to see him trying to escape before being dragged back to [Name].

During the scuffle to save the boys, Fellow had gotten himself badly hurt. He just agreed to guide [Name] to where they were and didn't want to get involved, but his plans didn't go as planned. He didn't even realize how bad it was until [Name] grabbed him and wrapped her magical hair around his body. And then... he was unharmed. Fellow looked down at himself, horrified. "Since when do you do THAT?" He asked. She blinked, and laughs awkwardly. "I guess... since forever?" He looked at her even more in disbelief. "And no one thought it was important to tell me?!" He was completely baffled. Healing magic like this was rare. How could a girl lost in the middle of nowhere have such an ability?

During this whole situation I can imagine several iconic scenes. Like: "Sorry, boys. I don't sing." / "I could get used to a view like this..." / "The only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it!… literally!" / "I know not who you are, or how I came to find you, but may I just say… hi. How ya doin'?" / "Stay calm. It can probaly smell fear."

Even, the NRC students chose not to report him. She just said, “If you get arrested, what will happen to Gidel?” and he felt his stomach turn in a strange way.

Fellow Honest had never been someone easy to impress, much less change. But something about you disconcerted him. Not only did you not treat him with disdain even after discovering his terrible intentions, you also seemed to understand something about him that even he himself did not. When he was around you, he felt as if he knew where he was going. And at last he see the light.

"Did I ever tell you, I have got a thing for your hair color?"

[chenlezip]

secret admirer | woozi x reader .

⤷ summary: can i req a woozi fic? one where he writes little love songs and poems and y/n also writes them and they put love letters in eachother’s lockers BUTT its anonymous so they reject eachother without knowing its eachother :)!!

annas note: @jjjjeonww finally got around to writing this out for you, i’m so sorry it took me so long! 😖🤍 i hope i did it justice, thank you for writing chenle for me! (i’ll write out the mark request too!) i made a happy ending.. sort of..?

it’s the end of the school day and woozi is exhausted. he head to his locker, opening it and seeing something like a letter falling out of it. he bent down and picked it up, ‘to woozi’ it read with a small heart beside his name. what the hell? he questioned himself, who would do this? could it be someone he knew or not?

he shrugged it off for now, picking it up and hiding it in his blazer pocket as he grabbed his bag from the locker. he slammed it shut before feeling someone throw an arm over his shoulder, his best friend hoshi. “ji hoon~ how’s it going?” he asked and woozi just smiled, “it’s been a tiring day.”

once he’s back home and by himself in the comfort of his room, he opened the letter and read it.

‘your music reminds me of the sky before it rains— soft, melancholic, and utterly beautiful. i hope you never stop creating. it brings me great joy when i walk past the music room.’

but what intrigued him more was that there was no name on the bottom of the letter, just a small ‘yours, secret admirer.’

now, it’s your turn to find a letter in your locker. you just arrived at school and notice something just poking out of it. you take it out and smile, opening it up and reading the words on the paper, raw and unfiltered.

‘your words make me feel like i’m standing in the middle of my favourite song, you have such a way with them. and that’s quite rare.’

your heart pounded in your chest, oh my god.. this was the sweetest thing you’ve ever received in your life. you hid the letter in your notebook and head to class, rethinking the words over and over in your head.

it’s lunchtime. you’re eating together with woozi and his friends, laughing and having a great time. suddenly, someone mentions the fact that you both have received a secret letter from an admirer. you blush, “ah- it’s probably someone messaging around, right? i mean-“

woozi, on the other hand, noticed your reaction and his heart nearly dropped. messing around? he sighed, “yeah probably aha, i mean, who writes things like these nowadays?” now it was your turn for your heart to drop. thoughts were running through both your minds - is this really what they think? maybe i shouldn’t have wrote that letter now..

well, it soon comes out that woozi knows it’s you who wrote his letter. yeah.. he didn’t mean to snoop but he did notice the familiar writing poking out from your notebook that was on your desk in english class. luckily, you were asleep, head on the desk so he could take a closer look. he leaned in, slowly pulling it out and his eyes widened.

“you’re my secret admirer..” he whispered in a low tone. he smiled to himself and backed away, he had a plan. he was just going to write you a letter so you knew it was him, he didn’t care anymore, he wanted you to know.

and so, there he is in the back of the class, quickly writing out something small in his letter and quickly shoving it in your locker before the end of the day.

when you open it, you see it and you open it up, a gasp escaping from your lips as you see the name on the bottom.

‘i think we’ve been writing to each other for so long without really saying anything. let’s fix that, shall we? meet me after school— if you want this to be real.

lee jihoon.

[startaegi]

CHAPTER 005 . . .

in which namgyu breaks the heart of his childhood sweetheart and tries to piece it back together again while fighting death.

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Dinner was served after their near-death experience. A lunchbox, one which reminded you of your school days, and a bottle of water. You couldn't bring yourself to open the lid to see inside, the sight of death turned your stomach, and eating was the last thing you wanted to do.

You did your best to avoid Namgyu. After the piggy bank had been filled, the crowd quickly swallowed you in, causing you to lose the man in the process, which you were grateful for. However, it seemed he was always only a few steps away no matter where you turned, his voice still pleading out to you. It was a miracle his throat wasn't sore.

"Can you stop walking away from me and just listen?" He asked after you, footsteps quick to catch up.

You refrained from throwing the water and lunchbox at his face, "I don't care what you have to say" You said harshly. "Stop following me"

Your cold words hurt to say and cut even more when the sadness settled in his eyes but right now was not the time to be reliving your break up, to be trying to fix what had happened, you had to focus on survival if it meant making it out of this place alive, and then maybe only then would you consider hearing him out.

"Y/N, please," he said again. If it had been any other disagreement in which Namgyu was high, his attitude would have become more aggressive long before now. But sober Namgyu was different. He was clingy, caring, and always aware of his words and how they affected others. That was the Namgyu you missed.

His hand reached out for your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks, his fingers clutching the fabric of your zipper. You sucked in a breath of air, pulling yourself together, you turned to face him. "Namgyu," You replied softly. "Can we please not do this now?"

"But-" He started but was interrupted.

"Please," You said again. It wasn't like you to show your vulnerable side, growing up you were taught to suppress those emotions to the point it made you uncomfortable when doing so. Namgyu had been the only person you felt safe enough with dropping those walls, letting him see the side of you, you hid from the world.

You could see the wheels in his brain turning, his inner self debating if he should respect your boundaries or continue harassing you. In the end, he dropped his hand, a look of defeat on his face. "I'm not done with you," He said but left it at that, taking his food and water, and walking off to find his friend.

You finally felt your bones loosen, a sense of relief washing over you. You held a tight grip on the water bottle in your hand, eyes glued to the floor. Not paying attention to your surroundings, too caught up in your own world, you shortly walked face-first into something hard.

"Everything okay?"

You looked up, shaking the overwhelming thoughts from your head. The something had been someone. A boy you vaguely recognised, your brain unsure where to pinpoint his face. You opened your mouth to reply when he quickly interjected.

"Oh wait, it's you," He said, a cheerful tone in his voice. "I thought I recognised you earlier."

You looked from his face to his chest, player 388, and back again. You were still racking your brain to where you had seen him when he smiled widely, it reaching the corners of his eyes and suddenly it clicked. He was the stranger who had offered you kindness on a night you longed to forget. Although a traumatic memory you would always remember his goodwill, it was a reminder there was still good left in the world.

You smiled, fast to apologise, "I'm so sorry, that night was a blur it took a second to remember" You awkwardly laughed.

He waved his hands dismissing you, "I hardly remember myself," You knew he was probably lying but like that night he was conscious of not making you uncomfortable. "You sure you're okay?"

You nodded in reply, "Yeah, it's okay I know him" You smiled again in hopes of convincing him. "Thank you for that night, I probably came across as rude but I really appreciated what you did, your kindness stayed with me for a long time"

His smile hadn't left his face. "You don't have to thank me," He said honestly then continued. "And you weren't rude at all, I just hoped you made it home safely and I'm glad to see you did"

"Alive and well" You laughed, the first genuine laugh in a long time.

"Do you want to come sit with me?" he questioned, pointing to an empty bed behind him. "Whoever he is is still watching you"

You turned to face the direction in which 388 was looking. Truth be told Namgyu had his eyes, hooded and angry, directed right at you. Beside him stood player 230, a playful expression on his face, he lifted a hand to wave in your direction.

You rolled your eyes, turning to face player 388 again and nodded, "I'd like that, thank you." It wouldn't hurt to make an ally when you could.

He nodded, leading you to his bunk, "Daeho," He introduced himself. "I would say I'm happy to see you but," A beat of silence later and you both fell into quiet laughter.

"Y/N," You finally replied.

"Nice to officially meet you"

You both fell into comfortable conversation, sharing your reasons for participating in the games and whatever other idle chat came to mind. Daeho ate his meal with ease or so it seemed. You could sense from his restless limbs and wandering eyes; that every so often gazed for too long on the guns gripped against the guard's chest, that there was something deeper going on. He wasn't as brave as he was leading you to believe.

A crowd formed below Daeho's bunk, player 001 to the center, and countless other players gathered behind him. You moved to the left for a better view, your sight soon set on player 456, the same one who informed them only hours before that he had been in this same room before. He had played these deadly games, and not only did he come out alive he was the only one to do so.

"You said you've played these games," Player 001 said, approaching the past winner. He looked to the ground, a hint of sadness on his face before 001 continued. "I pressed the O button because of you"

You felt the weight of the badge against your chest at his words. A giant O on a blue patch stuck out against your green zipper. The decision hadn't been a difficult one in the end. You were either going to leave this place with little to no money and most likely end up dead at the hands of loan sharks or you would play again to win just enough to get them off your back and pray to any god listening that you wouldn't be leaving in a coffin.

"Honestly, I was scared and I wanted to quit and leave but you made me think maybe I could play just one more game"

456's earlier speech also gave you a sense of hope and like 001 was also the reason you found pressing the O button easier but now looking at his saddened expression you couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"You know which game's next, don't you?" He asked. The crowd huddled closer in hopes of a clue, you and Daeho subconsciously following them, you both almost falling from the bunk to get a closer listen.

"That's right," The man beside 456 said, turning to face him. "You're a previous winner, so you should know. What are we playing next?"

The silence stretched for what felt like minutes, "The second game," He started. "Was Dalgona"

Daeho abruptly shot up, his knees knocking against yours as he leaned forward within player 456's earshot, "Dalgona? The sugar candy with a shape you can carve out?" He asked through a mouthful of food.

456 nodded, "Yeah, we had to choose one of the four shapes and carve it out"

It sounded easy enough but timed and with guards holding guns to their heads, you knew it would be anything but.

"Four shapes? Which was the easiest one?"

He answered quickly, "Triangle"

As if player 390 could hear your thoughts he asked, "Which was the hardest one?"

"Umbrella?"

"Umbrella?" 001 asked in disbelief. "Some people chose umbrella? Those unlucky bastards must have bitten the dust"

You felt Daeho's presence close in on you, his voice soft as he whispered, "Don't choose the umbrella"

It was an obvious statement. Of course, you weren't going to pick the umbrella but Daeho's worried face sent a smile to yours. It was nice to be in the presence of someone who genuinely seemed to care.

You both continued to eavesdrop, exchanging glances every so often. Daeho was scraping at his lunch box after rejecting your offer to take yours. You watched as he scooped up the last pieces of rice and then forced yours into his hand. He shook his head, pushing it away from his grasp but you weren’t backing down. It became a game of tug-of-war, the lunchbox thrusting between both your hands before he finally accepted it. He whispered a graceful thank you placing it beside him.

Daeho shuffled forward on the bunk, his white shoes soon hitting the floor with a thud. He made himself known to the three men sat below, "He's right, sirs" He quickly wiped the rice from his face letting out an exhale. "We have to stick together, I'll be with you all the way, my friend here too" Daeho finished, pointing at you.

You suddenly felt uncomfortable under the stare of the four men but waved gently in their direction.

"Who are you?" Player 390 asked. 

"I'm Daeho. Kang Daeho" He responded, reaching out a hand to shake but left ignored.

"Oh, Daeho-ssi"

Daeho nodded, hand still stretched, "Yeah" He shortly realised no one would respond, dropping his hands to his side he continued speaking, "Earlier during the game, Mr 456 here was like 'Freeze!' and I became his fan" You covered your mouth in hopes of silencing the laughter bubbling up your throat. "I'd like to get to know you, sirs. Please give me the chance"

He raised his left arm mimicking player 456 during red light green light when 390 approached him, pulling the sleeve of his shirt up to reveal a tattoo.

"You were in the Marines?"

"Yes, why?"

"Class number?"

Daeho chuckled, all signs of laughter soon wiping from his face when player 390 removed his zipper to reveal a matching tattoo. "Victory at all costs!" Daeho saluted as seriously as his days in the Marines.

"At ease" the other man saluted back.

You watched with a sense of sorrow. You thought back to the days of Namgyu's mandatory enlistment, the circles around his eyes gradually became darker with each visit, and by the end of the 18 months, he was a shell of his former self. You saw that period of his life; alongside everything else that added to his trauma, as the person Namgyu was today. In that sense, it made it difficult to hate him.

The day passed by quickly, the hours blending seamlessly together. The night, however, the hours seemed drawn out, the silence and darkness of the room adding to the unease. You lay on your side, hands tucked under your cheek, your limbs wrapped in a blanket as if it would add a layer of safety. Although your eyes were shut you could still feel his stare. To anyone else, it would have been unnerving but you felt a sense of comfort.

You blinked them open, falling sight on Namgyu who was also looking back at you. Earlier in the night he not so kindly forced the man who had been assigned the bunk to move. Happily shuffling himself under the covers, innocently smiling at you as he did so. Now, he was still, face solemn as he stared back.

He mouthed, "Go to sleep"

You didn't make a move to speak or reach out to him but it was like he understood.

"I'm here, nothing will happen to you" He mouthed again, the piggy bank screwed to the ceiling gave you just enough light to understand.

You were silent, fighting against yourself to not give in to him, until he pulled a hand from under the blanket wrapped around him, reaching his fingers ever so slightly to the edge of his bunk, as if they could brush against you, "You should sleep too" You whispered.

He shook his head, "I'm okay, get some sleep."

You reluctantly shut your eyes, pulling the blanket to your chin and curling into a fetal position. Your mind flashed with memories of the earlier day, you screwed your eyes together wishing them away when you heard a whisper, so quiet you could barely make it out.

"I love you"

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notes . . . im so so sorry this took me so long to write and i feel like literally nothing happened??? next chapter will be the next game so that should be more exciting!! thank u for staying around to read even with my slow updates <3

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[fukashiin]

ACEYUU WOKE ME FROM THE DEAD

book 7 spoilers <3 very long rant im sorry!!

it was never meant to be this way. when he was such an ass to us in the prologue, when he laid those pesky remarks upon us and immediately assuming that we got into NRC as a janitor because we weren't good enough without any prior knowledge of how we were brought here against our will and having to adapt to such an unfamiliar environment where everything - trends, names, history, and even the currency - were different. he didn't know about the throbbing headache we had while the headmage was explaining the school's curriculum and suddenly bringing up the word "magic" into the conversation like it was foreign language.

he thinks he's above us just because we're a clueless student who couldnt cast any spells and took up the miserable job just for the sake of money and to live. he had this one-way "not my problem!!" mindset about us that he dipped the moment after because he never would have suspected that we would grow to be something more important, something more irreplaceable in his life.

he never meant to test the waters, and he's drowning by mistake.

his concern for you gets more obvious as each book advances (or was it always obvious??). you're just an otherworlder oblivious to the dangers that lurk in twisted wonderland, so it's only casual for him to fret about when you've been taken into scarabia with minimal escape routes, to be the first one to notice that you were missing among the entourage of people that have been kidnapped, to be the only one to point out that you weren't in the best condition AND suggesting to bring you back home in case the party was all too much. he knows how vulnerable you are, and he jumps into action as quick as possible because that's basically his brand. nothing deeper!!! (unknown dangers lurk around you on the daily, but you lurk in his mind so much more than he lets on. you're probably more used to the dangers of magic than he's used to the thought of you occupying his mind 24/7. isnt that ironic)

and he didn't consider the complications of how dangerous it could be for the headmage to send us back to our original world, possibly damaging the very fabrics of time and space and ceasing to exist while transporting - he just instantly goes to the part where the news was positive and that we could travel between Twisted Wonderland and earth in one piece, blocking out his surroundings just to see your smile, as that was possibly the happiest you could have ever been in front of him.

imagine each time he hangs out with someone new, or if someone has gained a romantic interest in him once you've left, he tries to find a part of "you" in them in his peripheral vision. whether they have an ounce of bravery that you had, whether they're as understanding as you are to know that he isn't just a human built of jokes and pranks, whether they won't doubt him like the rest did - as you were the only one who truly believed in his capability to truly lead the rest out of danger.

he could beg for other people to believe in him, to see that his skills could draw out much more if he really wanted to, but he didn't have to do that with you. in a flashing moment of possible failure, he turned to you in a heartbeat, uncharacteristically, desperately calling out for you to save him because he had no idea what was happening. he almost started to lose himself and quickly realises that the power he was wielding so suddenly wasn't some lousy spell, that it could possibly cause someone's life, and you were there to steady him when he needed it the most. a rarity of a scene he entrusted his entire body to you with. you believed in him. you ARE the betterment of him.

you held his hand like a vow, to protect each other and strengthen through every obstacle and turmoil that drives you one step closer to becoming a better version of yourself. your hand, tightly coiled around his, radiated the warmth and comfort he needed in his times of darkness and inner conflict.

it should've been you. you're perfect.

and that's why his dream still has you in it. it doesn't have to be one way or the other, you can simply go back and forth to his world and your own in just a snap! he could never dream of you leaving his sight and grasp, hindering him from ever telling you how much you actually meant. he has all the time in the world.

and that's what he wants, but his heart says otherwise, and that's fine. he just wants you to be safe and see him for who he is. you inspired him to take pride in his name, as an ace can do anything!!

[aradassbadass]

cellular sentiment | ceedee lamb ꨄ v

"i need you."

be there soon baby get ready'

your heart raced as you realized what was happening. you had been sitting in your car for five minutes since you had got off the phone and watched as cedarians location began to move rapidly in your direction. the response was one you could only hope would happen so why did you feel so anxious- so nervous.

you finally took heed to his message and got out of your car rushing inside as the rain pattered against your jacket. you hurriedly unlock the door sighing as you are inside and safe from the elements. you feel a deep sense of comfort in being home but that does nothing to keep the nervousness cedarians arrival at bay.

kicking off your shoes you beeline to your bathroom turning on the shower and tossing your clothes aside. a moan escapes your lips as you step in and the warm water floods your body. it feels good as it rushes down your bosom and onto your stomach. It was always a sensation that was welcomed after a long day and in your case an even longer week. you let the water wash away all of the worries that it can as you begin to cleanse yourself. you decide that the occasion warrants an everything shower. you double cleanse, exfoliate layering vanilla scents on top of one another. you silently thank yourself for getting your waxes this week as you only have to shave your legs.

by the time you finish you had honestly forgotten about the fact that you were doing this for a visit from cee so as you sat on the bed and say that his location said he was sixteen minutes away you got the rush all over again yet this time it went directly to your center. you rub your thighs together and proceed to lotion yourself down locking in the moisture with body oil.

you sit on the bed taking a moment to take deep breaths. you try not to let your mind wonder to much, but the effort is in vain.

what if put all my weight on him and hurt him. oh my God what if he see's me naked and doesn't get hard.

you do your best to push the negativity out remembering his words for earlier and the constant reassurance he had given you.

he feels the same as I do- or at least that's what he says. he probably lying, he just wants to let me down in person.

the excitement of the occasion begins to fade as quickly as it came and dread filled the though of his arrival. you took of the robe you had and layed back on the bed crawling underneath the covers pulling them above your head.

you felt tears begin to stream down your cheeks and you squeezed your eyes shut. you just wanted to go to sleep.

i should have never answered that call, im just continuing to set myself up to be hurt.

you sighed as you got up throwing the covers from your body and slipped back into your robe marching to the front door to lock it feeling bad that he would come all this way for well nothing but you couldnt face him.

as you go to lock the door you feel it begin to push open and you panic putting all your weight on it and forcing it closed.

"what the fuck- baby its me let me in." you hear him call from the other side of the door.

"no-im sorry i shouldnt have told you to come." you say voice faltering off tears still streaming down your face.

"man what? just let me in we can talk in there its raining hard as fuck." he said annoyance evident in his voice.

"cedarian i cant d-" he pushes on the door and sends you tumbling back. you lock eyes with him and the tears begin to fall harder.

"baby whats wrong?" he says rushing towards you. his voice is soft as he wraps his arms around you.

you sob at the touch- the last time you had felt another human was sunday when he was here and it just made you realize how starved you were for physicality.

"talk to me please." he says burying his head in your hair.

"i cant do this cee." you choke.

"thats fine we dont have to do anything." he coos rocking back and forth.

"no cee i cant so this. me and you."

you feel his body stiffen and you quickly add, "its me cee it not you. it just feels too good to be true and i cant wrap my head around the fact that you really want me." you say head still in his chest.

"well let me show you that i really do." with one fluid motion he scoops you up and goes to your bedroom, gently placing you on the bed and he crawls on top of you.

anticipation swells in you as removes his shirt. tears are still flowing as he leans down into you the moment feeling like an eternity as he finally places his lips against yours.

this kiss is soft, unsure even you can tell he's trying to be careful and your appreciative but you still crave more. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer into you hoping that he takes the hint. unfortunately he does not and he pulls away momentarily eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation but there is none.

this time he's more forceful making the moment all the more passionate. his hips begin to teasingly rut against your center and the all the uncertainty you had began to wear away.

a moan escapes you lips and flows between his as his skilled fingers go down and slip between your already slick fold massaging your now throbbing clit. you arch into his touch squeezing your eyes shut as he continues to massage your center and places kisses on your temple.

you whine as you bite back a moan when he finally slips a finger past your entrance.

"dont hold back mama let me hear you." he says voice heavy in your ear.

a soft moan escapes when he begins to thrust his fingers deeper. your toes curl at the sensation and you cant help but yearn for more. you slowly rock your hips to match the rhythm he was creating allowing ecstasy to swell within you.

"can we take this off?" he finally whispers tugging at your robe with his free hand, his lips peppering kisses along your neck.

you tense up and he senses it, "we dont have to mama, you can keep it on if it makes you comfortable."

"no, no we can take it off." you say voice barely above a whisper. he looks into your eyes for any hesitation but when he realizes there is none he makes quick work of maneuvering you out of the garment.

his motion pauses as he gazes down at your body eyes drinking you in and his lip goes between his teeth.

"fuck your perfect." he mumbles fingers sliding out of your sex and up your stomach to grip your breast. his other hand slips beneath the waistband of his sweat pants and you are able to see him stroking himself through the fabric. you probably would have felt extremely self conscious had not been for his reaction.

he bends down lips attaching themselves to your nipples as he twirls his tongue around the hardened flesh. a gentle nibble earns a sharp cry from you and you tangle your hands into his locs keeping his position locked. his large hand continues to play with the other one being sure that they were equally stimulated. he continues to nip, lick and suck on you until you had become a moaning needy mess rutting your hips agains the fabric of his sweats for any hope of a release.

he swiftly flips positions so you are now on his lap. his hands move you grab your ass earning yet another moan from you. you take the initiative to be the one to urge the kiss this time eagerly taking his bottom lip between your own.

his groans as you grind down on his length do nothing to help the aching at your center and you begin to whine, "can you take it out please- i need to feel you on me."

he obliges shuffling his pants off as you sit back on the bed. a blush washes over your face at the sheer size of him.

he was not playing when he said that toy wasnt prepping you for him.

he grins at your reaction, "come on, i know you wanna feel it in you."

you crawl back on top of him eyes fluttering shut as he grinds it up against your clit, your juices coating it.

his lips find yours once more and he continues sliding himself between your folds the feeling sending shivers down your spine.

you shift against him and your eyes shoot open as his tip inside of you.

"fuck." he groans wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer. "you ready?"

you cant even form words so you moan in approval. he slowly thrusts up into you and you peer down to see that he has his eyes squeezed shut. this in addition to the pleasure of him filling you makes everything that much better.

he halts as he bottoms out and you can feel his pubes as you grind down on him.

"fuck baby hollon, pussy too tight" he huffs into your chest, voice raspier than usual.

you whine at the request itching to be fucked silly. all insecurities were long gone and you finally realized that everything you wanted was here and you were not willing to let that slip away.

before he could give you the ok you began to bounce, his length stimulating all the right  nerves as you did so.

"fuck cee, i love this shit." you cry tilting your head back. his hand comes up and caresses your back and pulls you to him until your chest is flush against his. he begins to thrust upwards allowing a natural rhythm to take over as the two of you revel in the passion.

"see baby, this is how you deserve to be treated. your body deserves to be loved. you deserve only the best." he groans as your walls flutter at his words of reassurance.

"you need a man who knows how please you. how to make you moan, " he grunts slamming into you earning a loud moan in response.

" and cry" he growls taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it hard. you cry out as you feel yourself begin to feel your climax nearing.

"and most important you need a man who can make you cum.

he flips you over once again so you are now in missionary and he continues his assault on your g-spot. you claw at the art work on his back feelings of pleasure like you had never felt before washed over you. head tipped back, toes curling, eyes fluttering back into your skull you feel your body to go limp as you squirt on his length.

"ouu thats it baby squirt on this dick, let it all out mama just like that fuck." he talks you through your orgasm. "feels good dont it, a real man taking care of you- making love to you."

your mouth is agape but no words can form as he continues to brutalize your overstimulated pussy and you can tell he's chasing his own release. thrust sporadic, voice low and words lewd.

"i been waiting for this- fuck i needed this baby i needed you i fucking needed you so bad. this tight ass pussy, yo juicy tiddies, those big pretty eyes looking up at me fuck im finna nut all in you." he groans slamming into you once more hips bared against yours as he spills his seed inside you, dick jumping as it did so.

he falls on top of you all his body weight adding a feeling of comfort. your eyes are still shut and you try to process what exactly just happened but the feeling of bliss wont let that happen, so there you lay giddy as can be.

you glance down at cee and he is looking up at a wide grin plastered across his face.

"youre beautiful." he mumbles reaching up and planting a kiss on your lips.

you blush at the compliment and turn away, "thank you"

he laughs hand gripping your cheeks and forces you to look at him, "dont be shy now, i done seen it all."

you roll your eyes and he pushes himself up and struts into the bathroom, you hear the shower come on. he struts back out with a towel and wipes you down being gentle not to overstimulate your sex as he cleanses it. your eyes drift close as he does so- his touch so light its relaxing. you feel yourself being lifted and suddenly youre underneath the warm water.

"its ok baby you can sleep, ima take care of you." he mumbles placing a kiss atop your head and you smile.

so this is princess treatment.

ahhh an update finally 😁😁

[mejaemin]

sip - jake sim

day seven of my valentine’s day countdown! ♡

wc: 0.7k

summary: post vday date with jake, you wind down with legos and cooking together ♡

warnings: alcohol, fluff, there’s definitely some errors here…

an: ermmmm pretend this was posted on the correct date !!! i’m only like 10 minutes late so shh…. anyways tysm to my anna @chenlezip for requesting this !!! i’m sorry it’s SO doodoobuns i was just so stuck on it for some reason 😓😓 you get a free request ticket to try again and let me redeem myself !!!

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you’re leaning against the bottom of the couch, giving your back a rest after sitting on the floor hunched over for an hour. your knees crack as you finally extend your legs, able to relax after focusing for so long. jake is next to you, one hand kneading your shoulder while the other twirls the stem of a wine glass between his fingers. you both just finished your final valentine’s day activity, building a bouquet of lego roses together. it was a perfect way to wind down after being out all day, walking around and being on your feet for a shopping date.

the day has been nothing short of heavenly, sharing a breakfast date with jake before stopping at a lego store (your surprise/present to him). you both picked out your own gifts, varying from matching figurines to sets that will probably take a week to get done. he pulled the roses out as soon as your shoes were off, holding it in his hands and bouncing off his feet like an excited little boy. it was too cute and charming to say no to, which led to where you are now, an admittedly beautiful bouquet of lego roses sitting in front of you and a fair amount of back pain.

you take his glass, too lazy to grab your own from the coffee table and take a sip. when you hand it back to him, he puts it next to your own and blows out the candles that were decorating the table.

he pulls you into his arms, kissing your cheek. “i’ve had so much fun today, seriously. thank you for doing this with me.”

“you say that like i didn’t want to. i really enjoyed it too, jaeyunie.” you return the favor, instead pressing a kiss to his already pursed lips, “my back is really tired though.. let’s do it at the table next time, ‘kay?”

jake rubs your shoulder one more time as an apology, and after a few seconds of silence he stops and speaks up, “are you hungry?”

you turn to him, slowly nodding your head. “yeah.. we didn’t get to eat anywhere after the time it took in the lego store.”

he pouts, “sorry.. i was just too excited, y’know? can’t help myself.” he grabs your hand, leading you to the kitchen where he sits you down at his island before stepping to the other side.

a smile grows on your face to match his own, watching as he reaches into the cabinet to pull out something you can’t see, followed by going to the one over and pulling out a bottle of wine. he turns around, laying it out in front of you.

“what do you think?” his grin is crooked, smirking like he’s about to become a world renowned chef for the meal in front of you; carbonara buldak with wine.

your smile widens, shaking your head in a mix of disbelief and amusement. “perfect.” it’s not exactly gourmet, however it’s one of jake’s best, and after a long day, something simple and comforting is just what you need.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

a glass or three later, your boyfriend finally gets the water boiling. you help him crush the noodles and prepare the rice, seeing as he’s too busy sipping and making you laugh, his only excuse being that ‘you’re too pretty for me to focus on cooking’. thus, you’re bumping hips with him as you help put the dish together, his hands over yours as you mix in the flavor packets and extra cream.

after you finally did all the dirty work, which was basically everything, he ushered you to sit down so he could plate it. he pulls out a pair of deep plates and chopsticks, pouring the noodles in as neatly as possible. with as much of a show as possible, he sprinkles your garnish of choice before sliding a plate and finally sitting down next to you.

you take the first bite, and he’s watching you expectantly with a glow that hasn’t left his face all day. when you nod, he sighs in relief, “oh, good, it’s good then? i was worried it’d taste gross or something.”

“yeah, even though i did almost everything right? you didn’t help much, did you, hm?” you tease, and he immediately begins protesting with a mouthful of food, and you end the day with a dynamic full of happiness and easygoing humor that matches the joy and spontaneity in your everyday relationship.

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Coastal

Prompt: Beach Date

@bucktommyfluffebruary

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161382943

Buck was doing his best to contain his excitement at being able to spend the next forty-eight hours with his boyfriend at the beach…

…but he had the distinct impression that he was not concealing it, as Tommy suddenly snapped, “Evan, I have the towels! And the sunscreen. And the snacks, drinks, cooler, umbrella, and everything else you told me was on the list for the past four hours!”

Yeah, so he might’ve been pushing a little bit.

“Sorry, babe. Just…we get a beach weekend! And instead of having to share some generic tourist beach, you got permission to take us to a beach with private access! I mean, c’mon,” he pleaded with him, stepping towards him and gently grabbing at his hand. “Lemme be a little bit excited about this?”

His boyfriend regarded him with a soft look…and then slowly smiled and said, “Okay. You can be a little bit excited. Just…pull it back a bit?”

Buck smiled back at him.

“Yeah, I can do that.” He squeezed his fingers between his own. “So, I’m done with packing the clothes and camping gear, and I’ve put it all in the truck. Do you have your stuff in the truck?” and Tommy nodded, and he felt some of the tension leave him knowing that things were where they were supposed to be. He had been looking forward to their beach trip for the longest time—and that longing had been exacerbated by the double date they had gone on just the previous weekend with Bobby and Athena.

It was now their official weekend off with no interruptions for the next three days, and Buck found every inch of his body practically vibrating with excitement at being able to be alone with boyfriend for several days with a guarantee that they would not be interrupted.

No wifi, no signals, just their radios and a backup satellite phone.

God, he couldn’t wait.

--

Tommy helped Evan haul their gear out of the truck and to their hidden campsite that Sal had given him permission to use. His boyfriend was nearly bouncing on his toes as he effortlessly lifted the fifty-pound cooler from the truck and hoisted it over his shoulder, and the airman took a moment to appreciate the bulging of his bicep as he did so, Evan’s mouth still running a mile a minute about some sort of fish that he had discovered was native to the area where they would be swimming.

He trailed behind him and smiled when Evan suddenly said, “I see our camping spot, babe! Looks great!”

He still wasn’t sure how their plans for a beach date had turned into a two-day camping trip, but it had, so there they were setting up their supplies practically right on the beach, the sound of the waves softly brushing over the sand reaching his ears as he crested the dune.

God, he owed Sal big time for this.

The wind had picked up a bit, and so he made the mental note to tie down the tent a bit tighter.

Of the two of them, Evan had probably been camping far more recently than he had—but Tommy was a bit more seasoned at setting up camp, so after a heated discussion Evan had finally conceded and let his boyfriend handle the actual setting up of the camp.

“It’s really beautiful here,” he said as he walked over to his boyfriend, who was looking over the beach with wide eyes. “Might have to come here more than once, you know?”

“Yeah, definitely. This is gonna be a great couple of days, babe.”

He then leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of Tommy’s lips and then moved to open up the cooler that he had carted down, already pulling out a couple of tonic waters for the two of them. Neither of them cared for straight water, but they had decided that they didn’t want to get drunk and not remember part of their date slash trip, so instead had split the difference and had packed tonic water, ginger ale, and a few juices for each of them.

There was also a lot of good food, as well as a few things that could easily be cooked on a camping stove, and he was trusting his boyfriend to not mess those up. They were there to make good memories after all.

--

Buck marveled at the campsite, keeping an eye on Tommy as he set up their tent, taking a moment to admire his muscles flexing in his short sleeve shirt and four-inch inseam shorts that he wore whenever he was outside, glad that they were completely alone. He didn’t want anyone else seeing the gorgeous view of his boyfriend.

“Looking good, babe!” he called out from where he stood a bit further off to the side, sipping at his tonic water.

Did he wish he had a lime or two and some sort of alcohol to mix with it? Yeah, sure—but he knew why he and Tommy had decided to not have alcohol for the next two days, and he honestly understood it.

They had been living together for only two weeks, but it felt as if he had always lived there. A new flow had been formed between them and it was now practically second nature to wake up next to him every morning, reach over him to turn off his vintage alarm clock, and then wrap an arm around his chest and say into his neck, “Time to get up,” and for Tommy to nod, press a kiss to his forehead, and then slip out of bed as if it was nothing to him, not even needing to blink himself awake, something that Buck honestly admired about him. It took him hitting snooze at least four times before he could even attempt to drag himself out from under the warmth of the covers.

They were eating meals together, working out together—occasionally showering together, when time permitted—and spent their free time either with each other or with either their friends from the 118 or the 217. Buck had gotten to know Sal better, and found that the man was actually funnier than he realized.

Lucy, on the other hand, had been a bit trickier to befriend (considering their previous history), but even now after just a few weeks, they were getting along like nothing had happened.

“Evan! Need your help, please!” Tommy called out, breaking him from his thoughts.

Shaking his head, he walked back over to him, depositing his drink back into the cooler along the way, and then helped him brace part of the tent as his boyfriend leaned over and hammered one of the stakes into the ground, and Buck took advantage of the angle to leer at the delicious curve of his boyfriend’s ass and thighs.

“Mmm, this is a nice view, babe,” he couldn’t help but comment.

Tommy snorted.

“Ogling my ass again?”

Buck nodded.

“Every time I can.”

He then was about to reach out to slap it nice and hard—but Tommy said firmly, “Don’t. Move. I’m not done,” and he stayed exactly where he’d been asked to, feeling a rush run through him at the tone of his voice, the sound of it immediately reminding him of nights in their bed where the older man would pin him down with a hand on his wrists and a fire in his eyes.

--

Tommy smirked as he noticed the way Evan reacted to his voice and chuckled as he bent over to hammer in the next stake.

He purposely popped his hip on one side, knowing full well that his boyfriend’s eyes were glued to his ass, and he reveled in the attention. He had been feeling a little bit insecure recently, and so it felt good when he knew that his boyfriend couldn’t keep his eyes—or hands—off him.

And just as he suspected, a moment later there was a pair of hands on his hips and Evan said, “Fuck, you look so good in these shorts,” and rubbed his thumbs along the side seams.

He shot a look at him over his shoulder.

“Wore them just for you, babe,” he said with a wink through his sunglasses. “Now, are you gonna keep helping or are you gonna keep groping my ass?” and without missing a beat, his boyfriend said, “Why can’t I do both?” and he laughed and straightened up and said, “After we’re done setting up, I give you full permission to have your way with any part of my body that you want…but until then, you and I are finishing up with this first.” He lowered his sunglasses and gave him a look. “Understood?”

“Ugh, fine!” he whined, pulling his hands away and rolling his eyes, and Tommy just shook his head and slowly stood up and moved to the next corner of the tent and had Evan help him as they repeated the process three more times.

By the time they were done, he was feeling parched—but before he could ask, Evan was already at his side with a drink in hand.

“Here, babe.”

“Thanks.”

They stood there admiring their hard work, sipping at their drinks, enjoying the feel of the wind and the sound of the waves…and then the next thing he knew his boyfriend tackled him around the waist, threw him bodily over his shoulder, and was jogging towards the water—and he coughed as he bounced on his shoulder and slapped at Evan’s ass as he said, “Evan! What…what are…what are you doing?” and in response he was thrown into the water with his boyfriend’s arms still wrapped around him.

He was disoriented for a moment and then came up, spluttering, and ran his hands over his face and pushed his hair off it and said, “Evan…what are you doing?”, laughing as he did so, and stared at the wet mess that was his boyfriend, who emerged from the water in front of him grinning like a madman, eyes sparkling through his soaked, blonde curls.

--

“Drowning you, of course. This was my plan,” Buck said as he moved towards his smoking hot boyfriend in the low surf, doing his best to wipe his hair off his face. “Convince you to come to a private beach and then kill you and hide your body out in the ocean. It’s the perfect crime…”

He was thrilled when Tommy threw his head back and laughed with his full body, every inch of him practically on display with the way the water made his clothes cling to his body.

“I think you need to think that plan through a little bit more, Ev,” he drawled, still blinking water from his eyelashes.

Buck barely heard him, completely focused on the way his gray t-shirt was completely sheer, showing off the broad planes of his shoulders and chest…and as he tugged at his shirt, it still continued to show his thick, wide stomach that the young firefighter loved, and worshipped as often as he could in the bedroom…as well as various other locations. And now the only thought in his mind was seeing if he could convince his boyfriend to skip cooking their dinner and instead go straight to the tent to christen their sleeping bag.

…and then his brain short-circuited the rest of the way as Tommy said, “Ugh, hate the feel of wet clothes,” and then swept the shirt off him in one smooth movement, revealing him in all his glory naked from the waist up—and as he emerged from the shallow water, it was like pure porn for his brain.

Dripping wet wearing only his short red shorts with his hair slicked back from his face, he looked like the beginning of every SeanCody wet dream he’d ever had.

Fuck.

He suddenly noticed his cock making itself known, beginning to harden in his own shorts, and he couldn’t help but say, “Oh, can we…can we fuck in the tent, now?”, not caring how needy he sounded, even as he slowly followed after his boyfriend like a dog following its master, eyes glued to his boyfriend’s entire body.

“Evan, you’re staring.”

“Fuck yeah, I’m staring. I have a hot ass boyfriend and right now all I wanna do is have him fuck me face first into our new sleeping bag,” he said bluntly, pleased when Tommy coughed and said, “Jesus, babe! We just got here…!”

Buck shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

Tommy laughed and shook his head, bending over slightly at the waist, making the fat bulge over the top of his shorts and he wanted to bite into it, and then his boyfriend said through his laughter, “How about we get some food and dry off and spend some time together first…and then I’ll fuck you so hard you forget your own name, alright?” and at that, Buck lit up, realizing that his boyfriend did wanna have sex, just not right at that moment.

Oh, thank god.

--

Tommy was amused at how eager his boyfriend was to have sex just from seeing him shirtless in the ocean—but at the same time wasn’t too surprised. If there was one thing that his boyfriend was good at, it was making him feel wanted and desired.

As he pulled out the food that they were about to grill up on their camp stove, he thought of how different it felt with Evan than it had with his previous boyfriends.

The airman was used to being objectified from both before and after he had come out as gay…but it had gotten worse after he’d come out.

With women, he mused as Evan took over the cooking, sitting next to him on a shared log, he had easily fallen into the role of being the man in the relationship and had been fine with them talking about how strong and manly he was, even if he’d felt nothing towards them in return—but with men it was like he had an almost god-like status and whenever he had stepped foot into a gay establishment of any kind (didn’t seem to matter what it was), he had always been mobbed and had men of every kind wanting to call him daddy and automatically assume from his looks that he was a stone cold top…

…but the truth was he liked being soft and enjoyed bottoming as much as he topped. And Evan was the first man he had ever been with who hadn’t assumed a thing and it was like he could finally breathe for the first time in a relationship.

“Hey, you still want yours pink in the middle?” the man in question asked, and Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, like always.”

Evan shot him a bright smile and said, “Just wanted to make sure. Didn’t want to assume,” and then leaned over just far enough to press a kiss to his cheek, and the airman grinned, marveling at the fact that his boyfriend never assumed anything and always asked.

That was how it had been their first time together, actually.

Tommy still remembered the shock he felt when their’ making out had been getting hot and heavy, both of them having removed their shirts and jeans, lying on the bed in just their underwear, hands sliding everywhere, and then Evan had gripped his hip as he gently pulled back, panting, and then had asked him in a strung out voice, “How you wanna do this? Me first? You first? Maybe just get each other off just like this?” and he hadn’t known how to react.

Evan had then pulled back, obviously concerned because of how his boyfriend had frozen underneath him, and had said, “Hey, you okay? Did-did I do…do something wrong?” and Tommy had finally unfrozen and had hastily replied, “No, Evan, I’m fine. I’m just…you’d be okay with…either one?”

“Well, yeah,” he’d said, chuckling. “I don’t know your preferences, and I’m still learning mine, so…err on the side of caution, right?”

…and Tommy had known in that moment that he was with someone who actually cared about him, and everything had changed in an instant.

A nudge at his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Evan smiling at him, a faint furrow in his brow.

“Hey, what’s got you all serious? We’re at the beach, you know. This is vacation,” he said, nudging him a second time, and the airman let out a low laugh and said, “It’s two days off, not a vacation…and I was thinking about our first time together,” he answered honestly, smirking when he saw his boyfriend’s cheeks go pink as he ducked his eyes, looking back at the food he was cooking. “You were so amazing…”

“Yeah, well, so were you,” Evan said back, looking shyly proud of himself.

--

He flushed under the heat of his boyfriend’s eyes and the burgers cooking in front of him. Yeah, he remembered their first time. He had been so nervous that his hands had been shaking, and he had been amazed that he was able to have someone as beautiful as Tommy Kinard in his bed…

…and now he had him every day for as long as he would have him.

Even as he kept his eyes focused on the food, he could feel his boyfriend’s gaze on him, and he smirked.

“You, uh…you’re staring,” he said, and Tommy said, “Yeah, I am. You have a problem with that?” and he shook his head, still smiling down at the food, looking forward to later when he would be able to wrap his legs around that wonderfully thick waist of his and let himself be fucked right into the mattress—the images of it were already making his cock stir a second time, and he tried to discreetly shift his position, not wanting to let his boyfriend know that he was already horny.

But then he felt breath on his neck and his heart skipped a beat when Tommy said into his ear, “I see you’re already getting excited. Good. That’ll make it easier for me to get you off quick before I fuck you into your second orgasm…”

Buck swallowed.

Hard.

“Uh…yeah. Yeah, sure, that sounds…that sounds great,” he said a little too breathlessly for his own liking.

Tommy chuckled and moved to go retrieve them a couple more drinks (thank god he had stocked up so many extras for them in the cooler) and Buck did his best to not stare at him as he moved past him, his thigh at the level of his head, holding back the urge to simply pull it towards him and sink his teeth into the muscle just under his buttocks.

God, it had only been a couple of days since they’d had sex, and he was feeling the effects of not having it—and the prospect of sex in a tent on the beach was probably (okay, definitely) one of his fantasies and he was finally going to be able to fulfill it. He finished cooking up the burgers as fast as he could, grateful when Tommy came back with the buns and extras that he’d packed, and they soon got to eating, the two of them settling into that comfortable rhythm that they had developed over the past couple of weeks.

They kept the conversation light, steering away from the more heated subjects…up until they were finishing, and then his boyfriend leaned in and whispered, “Get your cute ass into that tent right now,” and Buck practically leapt to his feet.

“Yes, sir,” he said with a mock salute—and then a hand slapped hard on his ass.

“That’s daddy, to you, kid.”

Fuck.

So it was like that tonight, huh?

He grinned.

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After jim street gets into the hospital going up and arguing with the nurse who says no visitors and you march past her and goes into jims room and breaks down. He holds you close and tells the nurse its okay, and she lets them be. She tells him how scared she was.

Hospital - J. Street (S.W.A.T)

summary: you might do a tad too much when a nurse won't let you see jim after he's been injured.

i knew it was bad news the second i saw the principal's face when i opened the door in the middle of my afternoon class.

"it's jim. he's in route to the hospital, that's all the information they gave me."

i nodded as the tears welled up in my eyes and i swallowed the lump in my throat trying my best to put on a brave face. i knew this day could come eventually, but i never thought it would be today.

"go. i'll cover your afternoon."

i nodded.

"thank you."

she nodded and i quickly grabbed my purse from my desk and bolted down the hallway. the sound of my heels hitting the floor as i ran out to the front door was loud in my ears and i barely remember the drive to the hospital. i had tried to call luca on my way there but there was no answer but i figured he might still be out on a call.

once i got to the hospital i rushed through the doors of the er and headed up to the nurses station ignoring the throbbing pain in my feet, cursing myself for wearing some new heels today.

"can i help you?"

"what room is jim street in?"

"are you family?"

"fiancée."

she nodded as she typed in his information on the computer.

"you'll have to wait out here. no visitors are allowed back to his room."

i shook my head.

"can you at least tell me what's going on with him?"

"the doctor will be out to give you all that information in due time."

i shook my head as i pushed myself up from where i was leaning onto the nurse's station and took one look down the long hallway before i started walking down it hoping to at least lay my eyes on jim to know if he was okay or not.

i heard the nurse screaming at me that i wasn't allowed back there but at this exact moment i didn't care. i quickly found jim's room and he gave me a confused look as he stood up from the bed. he was shirtless and i could see the bruises forming around his ribcages already and the bandage on his left arm but other than that he seemed good.

"what are you doing here?"

i walked inside the room and headed straight for jim's arms and he quickly wrapped his arms around me as he grunted probably in pain given the state of his torso and arm so i lightened my grip on him.

"they told me you were hurt..."

"ma'am like i said you can't be in here."

jim pulled back from me slightly and looked down at me and chuckled before he looked back up at the nurse.

"can you give us a minute?"

"one. any longer and she gets escorted out of here by security."

"fair enough."

"what did you do?"

i chuckled through the tears that were streaming down my cheeks as i pulled away from jim.

"she told me no visitors were allowed but i needed to see you with my own two eyes. make sure you were okay. i was so scared jim. not just for me, but what i would tell nate, if anything ever happened to you."

"hey, i'm good. bullet caught the vest so a few bruises and a small cut on my arm from some barbwire."

i nodded.

"okay it's time for you to go."

i nodded as i leaned up on my tippy toe and planted my lips on jim's. he laid his hand on my hip and i smiled as we pulled away from each other.

"i'm not going anywhere anytime soon. plus i agreed to bring nate to mcdonald's this weekend so i can't let the little guy down."

"why wasn't i invited to this little outing?"

"father son time."

i nodded.

"i better go. before she actually has me escorted out by security."

jim nodded.

"i love you jim street."

"i love you more. now go."

"just for the record i would of probably done the same thing you did."

i chuckled and nodded as i walked out of the room and down the hallway with the nurse.

"i'm sorry."

she nodded.

i gave the nurse a small smile as i nodded and sat down in a chair in the nursing home as i pulled out my phone and texted my mom to ask her to pick up nate from daycare and bring him here.

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[requests are closed] Anon i'm sorry this is so late I finished these months ago. I meant to draw more but never got around to it UUUH. SORRY SLDKJSLDGKJSD I love them so much. I need to draw them more. ;;v;;

-NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-

[deoidesign]

Hello! I just discovered your blog and I immediately became captivated by your webcomic, but I'm unsure where to read all of it. I know it's on Webtoons, but I can see it hasn't been updated for a while, and you still post about it.

Are your physical novels just prints of the webcomic? Are they a continuation? Is the story complete? Thanks in advance!

Hi there!

Glad you found me and are enjoying my comic!

It's only on webtoons, and the story is not complete yet! We're 2/3 of the way through right now. It's currently on hiatus, and it's scheduled to come back in about 2 months!

I'll explain why it's been so long if you're curious, but also for my followers who might also be wondering about it under the cut. Sorry, it's pretty much just me complaining haha

I took a month off I took 2 months to get the books printed I took a month to prepare my next comic and I took 2 months to write the rest of the series (I knew the character arcs I wanted, but not the time periods or mysteries!!!) I've been working on actual episodes since then

I had to take some time off because of some pretty extreme burnout due to the sheer amount of work it was to draw over 800 pages and write 6 complete stories in a year and a half... I was getting sick almost weekly due to the overwork, it was really really bad honestly. I was having to work 60+ hours every week just to keep up...

The nature of the comic itself is also difficult... Each of the arcs is a complete, self contained story which can be read (ideally) without context, and my arcs need to be about 10-13 episodes each... And since I have an exact number of episodes to work with, it's even harder.

It takes a ton of planning and a ton of refinement, and working week to week with no breaks I was forced to put out second or even first drafts, so I just wasn't happy with the work I was doing... And to do that for the rest of the series? I wouldn't be proud of the work I did.

Plus... To be entirely honest, webtoon has treated me quite badly IN MY OPINION... They deprioritized me before I launched (I had to beg for more promotion, I'm not exaggerating), they outright denied me the opportunity to even ask for a raise, I don't make any money on fast pass and they pay me less than my partner makes working at trader joes. My first editor left me completely hanging, my second editor (who I loved) was fired... And they told me I wouldn't get a third season before my first season even finished. So it was just repeatedly completely demoralizing.

I'm sorry it has taken so long, it'll have been 10 months by the time I come back. But I realized... I won't get promotion either way. I won't get more episodes either way. I won't get more money either way. So to finish everything, to make it feel good, to make it something I'm proud of, I chose to take longer to make it better.

I am fully aware I will lose a significant amount of my readership for this and it might genuinely affect my career moving forward. But it's what I had to do! So I'm sticking to my guns on it, and I'm confident long term it'll be worth it. It never could have been this good if I didn't take this much time.

[ilytra]

Modern Kayo would be the type of girl to go to underground raves and clubbing but like hear me out

Bi flag trio going to a rave, Kayo and Cheshire having the time of their lives and Mizu is trying to process everything and everywhere AOLAMZKNJS

POV: YOU’RE AT A RAVE WITH THE BI FLAG TRIO

Kayo my party girl 😭😭 SHE WOULD HAVE 30 MINUTES MAX WITH CHESHIRE BEFORE THEY WOULD HAVE TO TAP OUT ON A COUNT OF

sensory overload 🩷

but after like 20 minutes with noise canceling headphones, she’s fine <3 Mizu on the other hand….

[rowlfthedog]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROWLF!!!!!

[sskk-manifesto]

Atsushi's back in the game!!! ۶( ˆ o ˆ )

[starkittnd93]

2, 7, 12, 20 for hikari

27 for p5 who is your fave based on first impressions

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I like how he’s very sweet to his friends, and sticks to his morals even if he gets hurt for it. I like when nice characters suffer, it’s my favorite thing c:

Edit from like 2 hours later: I feel like the easier way to say this was “i like how he cares so much about his friends yet keeps getting betrayed by his friends” but also … that kinda felt too unhinged to say lmao :’D

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Already answered!

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

(Thank you for asking this question too bc tbh I was having trouble deciding which headcanon to share for the last ask hfnrjcenxjcnnc)

Headcanon that Shadowkari doesn’t feel physical pain to the same degree that Hikari does. So, whenever he takes over during a fight, he’s more reckless, and focuses on attacking rather than self preservation.

So, whenever Hikari regains control at the end of the fight, I imagine he’d be left in more pain than he would’ve been in without the curse’s influence.

I also imagine any shadowkari takeover, or even just him whispering in Hikari’s ear, is headache inducing. But Hikari’s used to it, so he’s gotten pretty good at hiding it post-fight (…at least, he hopes he is.)

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I think Castti would be Hikari’s best friend. They start out right next to each other on the map, so they probably would’ve traveled together for the longest. They’re supportive of each other in their travel banters (Hikari telling Castti that he will always be for her, and doesn’t pry when she regains her memories. Castti reassures Hikari that he shouldn’t worry about being a burden when he needs her to heal him)

I imagine Hikari has a lot of respect for healers, and. While this definitely is not original, I really like the idea of Castti teaching Hikari how to heal people…

Also I imagine they’re both plant enthusiasts lol

(Now, for p5…)

27. Who is your fave based on first impressions?

REN BECAUSE HE NEEDS A HUG.

okayokay I know all of the phantom thieves need hugs because they’re all going through it, but like… Ren’s situation specifically happens to be my literal worst nightmare lmao-

I have so many questions about him. Mainly- if a persona is the manifestation of your personality, then why the hell is Ren able to swap between them so easily? Is he okay?!

*grabs Ren by the shoulders and shakes him* WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS???

Also honorable mention to Maruki bc he’s so funny to me. With the context that he wasn’t originally in the game, I find it funny how the devs rlly went “yeah new DLC dropped— you can now take Ren to therapy :D”

My guy rlly walks onto the stage, immediately gets called hot, then proceeds to smack his face into the microphone and blunder through his introduction. He’s such a failure I love him. I hope he doesn’t betray us later-

[biff-adventurer]

today i met tiny chris

poor wean's da got et by a 'bon. now he wants 'em all dead. wiv' crossy eyes like them as drawed in the picture shows. dinnae get et and ye might be his new da.

he actually made me think about two things - the npcs/people we've helped along the way, and the writing of accents.

it's no secret i gave biff this accent - it tells you he ain't a city slicker but rather a rural boy, it tells you his folks ain't got a lotta money (at least, one would think), and it associates him with a specific cultural/ethnic profile (gaelic, i know/studied a little more about irish than scots so i lean irish)

i think we should, as a society, be wary of continuing to associate class with specific ethnic communities, but i'm not learned enough to make a post dedicated to my specific thoughts on that (yet? tbd)

mostly, i think it's important to look at the way characters speak as a vehicle of writing. when you write a character's accent, is it useful for what you're trying to establish in the scene? is the noble supposed to fail to understand the vernacular of his server? is it useful if the character is always going to say "dinnae" instead of "do not"? when dealing with non-western characters with accents, how far is it okay to go until the dialogue goes from representation to racist charicature?

writers have the power of flexibility. writing is about persuasion more than anything else, and we should remember to persuade our audiences that these are people. they aren't real, so don't bother with "realistic" - but they represent real ideas, concepts and associations in our world. it's important to be careful what you do with these, intended or not! and if you make an oopsie? acknowledge, accept and continue on your journey to being your best.

my preferences for writing accents based on my experiences, observations and education lean thus:

pick and choose what words require emphasis. if the whole sentence requires it, then so be it! but make conscious choices. words weigh differently, and they carry double the weight when they're written out to represent an accent. just really think about whether or not this is the point you want to say to, t', ta, or tae. the whole sentence doesn't need to be written out phonetically b/c avoiding doing that helps us steer clear of reiterating caricatures.

include culturally specific verbiage. "what's the craic" or "how's it hangin'" depending on who your character is. in india, lots of people greet each other with religious phrases (in english, it'd sound like saying "god is good"/"good is god" call and response) - so a thavnairian character could say anything between "sisters be with you" to "mindhurva guide your path today" (and also yours, brother/sister). but also: wain, wean, child, sweetling,

be careful which non-english words your character uses. i don't call it chai tea latte, i call it chai latte. my wife doesn't call it green tea latte, but matcha latte. i actually don't drink chai latte, i drink chai. but i call it both chai and tea interchangeably; so, when i want someone to know how to prepare my tea, i might ask for chai instead of tea. because with chai, you get half or whole base milk instead of water. you get dried ginger or an array of spices depending on the auntie. with tea, you get dried up leaves and some hot water. big difference for me.

above all, make sure it's legible most of the time. you can do this by avoiding writing a character's accent out completely phonetically. this isn't to say "conform your character to what people think they should talk like". this is about being aware that writing implies an audience. if you want your writing to connect with people, the important parts should be clearly communicated in the text. especially if you're writing in english. if i wanted my characters to speak hindi, why would i bother writing the story in english at all? you want people to see your character a specific way. write them the way you hope they'll be seen--if you've done a good enough job, it will lead to so much joy and satisfaction. if you haven't--it's back to the drawing board! but you get the chance to learn even more.