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Okay I had a fic idea and rushed to tumblr to see if your requests were open I'm lowkey shaking rn.
Anyway can we imagine hobie and reader who are friends but secretly having feelings for each other, and one night reader gets a little too drunk at a party and sends a confession text to hobie ?! And the way he would come to pick her up right after this and confess in return AAAAAAAKFODJODNXODBF do you think you could write something about it ? No one can write Hobie fics like you đâ€ïž
Hi hi I combined both of your requests bc they were similar hope you don't mind. Changed it up a bit but it's basically the same! Thank you for requesting!! đâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 2.3k
Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), CW alcohol, fluff.
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Getting wine drunk is a bad idea, getting wine drunk alone is an even worse idea. Your vision swirls whilst you watch the most mind numbing reality tv there is. Mind hazy, the smell of stale popcorn filtering in the air, blanket comfortably on your legs. You look at your phone right next to you like it owes you money.
With a narrowed glance, the screen blinks open like you commanded it in your mind. You don't miss how you quickly take it in your wobbly hands despite the alcohol warming your insides. Huffing, you're immensely disappointed to see a notification from one of the games you play to pass the time.
âYour castle is under attack!â it says in bold letters, and you wish it was him texting you instead. Your wallpaper doesn't help much with your pining, the pictureâs a bit blurry but even the blurriness can't hide how deeply in love you are with your best friend. You remember when the photo was taken, and you remember how fast your heart was beating in your ribcage when Hobie yanked you towards him. Sweat still clinging to him from his energetic performance, adrenaline still flowing in his veins as he squeezes his face close to yours. He gives the camera his signature smirk, whilst you could only manage a lopsided smile. Eyes shimmering under the spotlights, arms bravely wrapped around his middle.
You still can't believe you fumbled that day, you thought you had your confession in the bag, but when he stared at you with those brown eyes you loved so much since year eight, the words got stuck in your throat. With alcohol in your system, flooding your nerves with courage, you open your phone to finally tell him your feelings.
> Heyyy boo thang <3
You giggle whilst you hover your thumb at the send button. Backtracking and drunk off cheap wine, you add more to your message.
> Heyyy boo thang <3 just messaging u how ur doing and also I love u so much like a lot ever somce you held my hand during pe when that ball hit my face I loveee u and not just a friend muah <3
Eyes scanning the message, a sudden realization hits you like a truck, as if sobering you immediately. The thought of sending a love confession to *your best friend has you sitting up right on the settee, moreso via text message. But before you could erase it and forget about it, a sudden scream startles you, jolting, the sound making you drop your phone on the carpet.
âShit!â You glare at the fallen phone then at the telly where the reality stars are now pulling each other's hair like they're in the playground.
With an annoyed click of your tongue, you take your phone from the ground to check the damage. Sighing in relief, you see no cracks in the screen, but your heart falls on the floor once you see that your drunken message has been sent. âNo! Motherfuckerâ!â
Hobieâs head is pounding from the combined powers of the pints he chugged and the loud music banging on stage. The old leather seats of the booth scratch at his jeans, the smoky and musty air entering his lungs, and the warm lights shining in his blurring vision. He usually doesn't mind it, he thrives in the environment. But his band mates basically dragged him into the pub when he was supposed to be hanging out with you tonight.
âMates before chicks!â James said, earning a loud slap from Yuri a second later. âYou hang around her too much, we miss our guitarist.â Ned mumbles with his puppy dog eyes that Hobie never thought would actually work on him. âJust one round with us! And you can come back home to your girl.â Riri added with a teasing grin. Hobie didn't even correct her at this point, and he knows itâs not just for one round.
After sending you a heartfelt message using Ned's phone, he rescheduled the weekly hangout where you and Hobie would watch the crappiest show you could find airing on cable, and whoever leaves the couch first owes the winner dinner. To which Hobie always sees as a win/win, he gets to hangout with you more, and he gets to see you smile when he purposely loses. Hobie invited you to the pub, even though he knows you'd reject his proposal, simply because he knows you hate the place, and how the carpet sticks to your shoes.
He knows you more than he knows himself.
It's hard enough to find the time to see you with all his responsibilities. He hates it when he could only settle with a quick phone call every night to check in on eachother. Especially when just a few years ago you were hanging out with him almost everyday.
He never thought he'd miss you this much when he agreed.
Hobie loves his friends, he really does, but you just have a very special place in his heart that he wishes he was in yours too.
Nursing a pint, he drowns his feelings with the amber drink and loud chatter with his band mates. Riri grumbles something about her landlord, while Yuri replies back with a âmineâs always open for subletting,â she says in a singing tone. A minute later, the entire table looks at him with similar glints in their eyes.
âWhat?â He asks a little too roughly.
âYou should get your own phone, mate, because I don't want to see your bloody messages.â Ned scoffs, his phone in hand. âSeriously, this one is sweet and all but this could take a turn real fucking quick, and I don't want to see that shit.â
âWhat the fuck are you talkin' âbout?â Hobie doesn't think he's that drunk yet, even though he doesn't notice how his words slur together, or how his tongue sits heavy in his mouth.
Riri and Yuri giggle amongst themselves, while James takes a peek at Ned's phone before making a dramatic shocked face.
His nerves shoot up when James mouths your name. Are you hurt? Are you mad at him? âY/N, texted? Whatâd she say?â Hobie tries to snatch the phone from Ned, to which his friend pulls it away from him playfully.
âOh I'm gonna need some popcorn.â Yuri snickers.
Ned, being equally drunk, clears his throat dramatically while leaning away from Hobie, who is too drunk to even win against James who's currently holding him back. James laughs like a hyena in Hobie's ear, while Riri takes a picture of the chaos.
âHey! Boo thang! Heart emoji.â Ned reads unabashedly, the girls laugh louder at Hobie's expense. âJust messaging you how you're doing, and also I love you so much!â Ned tries to copy your voice, âLike a lotâ!â Hobie has had enough, cheeks hot (not from the alcohol) he uses his spider strength to push past James, then grabbing the phone so quickly that not even the owner processed what happened until he sees it in Hobie's hand. âYou're no fun, mate.â
âHas anyone ever told you not to read someone else's messages?â Hobie hides the screen on his chest.
âIt's my fucking phone!â Ned gestures wildly.
Hobie glares at his bassist, he peeks down at the bright screen, your name up top and caller ID smiling at him. He can't help but smile back.
He might be drunk, but he's not drunk enough to hallucinate you confessing your love to him. Via Ned's phone nonetheless.
He feels bodies crowd around him, Yuri's chin is pressed on his left shoulder while Ned on his right. Riri pushes James away to get a closer look at the screen while James settles to loom over everyone like some muscle-bound shield.
âWhat the fuck are you lot doinâ?â Hobie asks, hands gripping the phone like it's about to be snatched from him.
âWe're dying from anticipation here, bruv.â James says above everyone.
ââAnticipationâ, that's a big word, James.â
âEat a bag of dicks, Yuri.â
âYou firstââ
âWould you all shut up?â Hobie hisses, eyes glued to the tiny dots at the bottom, indicating that you're currently typing.
âShe's typing.â Riri whispers.
âWe can all see that, Riri.â Ned whispers back.
Hobie shushes them both when the three dots disappear without a new message. His heart hammers at his chest, he feels like he's back in high school, way back when you could just smile at him and his day will be made better.
âJust tell her, mate.â Ned says a lot softer than Hobie thought he was capable. âWe all know you love her, just bloody tell her because I'm gonna need my phone back to call a cab real fucking soon.â And he ruined it.
âDâyou have a curfew, Neddy?â James asks teasingly, earning a scowl from Ned.
Ned rolls his eyes. âI'm just saying, she might appreciate it if you actually reply to it.â
âI think she's drunk.â Riri pipes up, everyone looks at her. She roams her eyes towards each of their faces. Rolling her eyes she points at the message. âLook, there's so many mistakes there and I've texted with Y/N before, she doesn't text like that.â
âWhat's wrong with texting with spelling mistakes? I do that.â James smiles.
âBecause it's just you, you ding dong.â Yuri teases, and James fakes a deep frown.
âBeing drunk doesn't mean she didn't mean the text. The alcohol might've just helped her send it.â Ned reassures Hobie.
âI did it.â Hobie half exclaims, bleary eyes repeatedly reading his text. I fucking did it, shit! He thinks to himself. Hobie's suddenly incredibly sweaty.
âOh shit! That's my guy!â Ned punches Hobie's bicep. The rest look at him with bewilderment.
âWhat did you even say?â Riri scooches closer to read.
> I love you too I might be drunk right now but I wasn't when I first realized it I have loved you since you gave me hot chocolate when I was freezing my ass off trying to win that stupid selling contest
âHoly fuck.â Yuri pats Hobie's cheek. âCan't believe you're capable of being sweet.â
âShit, bruv,â James sniffs, his tears falling on the screen. âthat shit is awe inspiringâ don't even start, Yuriâ
âWasn't gonna,â she shrugs.
Ned pokes Hobie's side when he realizes his friend hasn't moved an inch from his position. âYou okay, Hobs?â
Hobie inhales shakily, a smile slowly spreading across his lips once your message pops up. He swears that fireworks suddenly lit up inside him.
âOh my godââ Riri tears up, but before the rest of the band reads the message, Hobie jumps out of his seat, even forgetting his own jacket in the process.
âHobieâshit! Wait!â Ned tries to call him back, but Hobie's already out of the pub, sprinting fast. âMy fucking phone.â He could only scratch his head.
The wind nips at his bare arms, lungs heaving whilst he runs at full speed. He should've brought his web shooters with him, but he unfortunately left it in his jacket pockets. If he had them he'd be swinging to your place so he could get to you faster.
Hobie's glad that it's late, or else he'll be dodging people left and right. Boots thumping loudly across the pavement, hand gripping Ned's phone, getting closer to your familiar street, he curves around the corner, almost bumping into you.
He stops your momentum with his arms. He feels his own jacket against his arms, you wear his hoodie well. Your chest heaves, grin slowly appearing on your wind whipped lips.
âHobie?â You ask and everything clicks together in his mind.
All the tentative touches you two shared, all the hugs that lingered a few seconds longer, all the times that you looked at him like he fished the moon out for you. And all the times he looked at you like you're made out of stars. It all comes together in that dusty street corner where you both have crossed a thousand times before.
âLooks like we had the same idea.â Hobie softly says, clammy hands sliding down to your own sweaty palms. He doesn't mind, it's you, so he would never mind it.
âI guess you read my message.â You hold him close, hands squeezing at his hands that you've mapped out in your mind.
He chuckles, sliding his hand out from yours to show you the screen. ââSay it to me in person and I'll say it back,â doesn't give me much leeway, love.â The streetlight above perfectly aligns above you, giving you both a spotlight.
You mirror his smitten smile. âWhat are you waiting for then?â
Hobie pockets the phone, then he holds your face gently, eyes staring at you like he always has. âI love you.â
You pull him closer by his collar. âI love you too, Hobie Brown.â
âSince when?â He rags you on.
You roll your eyes with a smile. âEver since I got hit in the face with a basketball and you deflated it with your spiked bracelet and then called the jock who threw it a wanker.â He smiles wider at every word you utter. Leaning closer, he smells the wine on your lips. âThe hot cocoa, really? Thatââ you fight the tears from flowing. âThat was years before we became best friends.â
âAnd I've continued to love you since then, and will love you as long as you let me.â Hobie presses his forehead atop yours, a kiss would suffice better, but for now, he'll settle for this.
You know him better than you know yourself. âSave me a kiss once we're both sober?â
âThey're all reserved for you, love.â
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Farewell, sunshine
đđđđ§đđŁđ: Jake Ă f!mc (Syianne)
đđđŁđ§đ: angst, a sprinkle of fluff
đđ€đ§đ đđ€đȘđŁđ©: 4.9k (oof)
đđȘđąđąđđ§đź: All Jake ever wanted was to find his sister and protect the person who had helped him more than anyone. Only, he slowly began to realise that bringing Syianne into this had caused more harm than good.
đđđ§đŁđđŁđđš: mentions of blood, physical attack, violence, hospitals, medical coma, panic attack.
đđ§đ€đąđ„đ©đš: Anonymous asked: 5. âWake up! Please wake up.â MC and Jake finally get to meet for the first time, but everything is heavily dipped in angst. đ Also I adore your writing and keep up the good work!
Anonymous asked: Can you give us the most angsty jealous filled over protective short with Jake x MC i want all the ANGST to be seeping out of my screen
@mnrangera asked: Here's a nice angsty scenario for you: MC is in Duskwood continuing their investigation but is caught out in town after dark. They are on the phone with Jake when they are attacked by the Man Without a Face like Jessie was.
đđ€đ©đđš: I know this has been LOOOOONG overdue and I apologise for the wait. Thank you to all my followers for being patient, especially those who sent the requests in. I hope the long wait is worth it and you enjoy it. Also, please read the warnings before proceeding, I don't want any of you to be triggered by something I wrote. There may be inaccuracies in how I progressed medical conditions and general working of the hospitals so I apologise for that. Please do not repost or translate this fic anywhere else!! I'm literally begging you, please don't ruin my hard work like this. I would love if I could get some sort of feedback, whether it be reblogs or comments or just anon asks. I've tried to improve my writing and I hope it shows a little in this. This is my Christmas and New Year present all wrapped in one! I hope you all have a great 2021 <3
It was a cold, winter evening with the sky painted in a plethora of warm colors and Jake felt like finally things were going his way.
He, along with Syianne, had been working tirelessly for the past few weeks to find out what happened to Hannah. They had faced a lot of challenges along the way, with cryptic diary entries and threats directed towards them and their loved ones, but still, they'd prevailed and spent every ounce of free time, getting more information about Hannah's perpetrator.
They finally had the facts about what happened the day she was kidnapped and only the identity of the criminal was hidden. Syianne had suggested that she should go to Duskwood to try and find the last puzzle piece, to which Jake had been a little apprehensive. She argued that the rest of the group had already been through enough, with getting stalked and receiving threats and insisted that she should be the one to carry out her search in secret.
She never once asked for him to come along because she knew how dangerous it would be for him and she didn't want him to get caught. Jake was instantly warmed by the thought that someone cared so much about him, to think of his well being first.
So that night, as she called him to update him on her findings and plan after she went to Duskwood, he found himself speaking his thoughts impulsively.
"What if I came too?"
There was silence on the other end and Jake thought he might have overstepped or made it weird but she answered before he could stammer an apology.
"I'd like that. But only if you're comfortable and safe."
She told him to ruminate on it for a while and bid him goodnight. Jake thought about whether it was a logical thing to do. If Syianne planned to go undercover, he couldn't very well let her go into the lion's den alone. So he made up his mind and texted Syianne to let her know.
Jake [10:46 pm]
I'll come to Duskwood too.
Is it okay if we don't meet straight away?
I...I don't think I'm ready yet.
Syianne [10:47 pm]
I was lowkey hoping you'd say that ahaha
And of course! Take as much time as you need :)
That night, he slept with a smile on his face, excitement churning in his stomach.
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Syianne was looking forward to her trip to Duskwood.
She knew it was a potentially dangerous situation and she was only going there to investigate but knowing that Jake might be there too, sent a spark of thrill through her body. They had been speaking non-stop for the past few weeks and she really liked talking to him. His answers to questions about him or his life were adorably confusing and Syianne realized that she really wanted to get to know him, be his friend or possibly something more, if their flirty banter was anything to go by.
Her bag contained all the essentials she could need, along with a sketchbook and pencils to use in case of boredom. She couldn't leave Matrix with any of her friends as they were either busy or allergic to cats so her only option was to take her along.
She had never booked a flight so fast. Knowing she would have to take a car from the airport to the rest of the way to Duskwood did nothing to damper her excitement. She couldn't wait to meet everyone once they found Hannah, some more so than the others.
The trip was nothing eventful, just a lot of travelling and it made Syianne a little tired but the idea of meeting her friends and finally putting a stop to all this madness, made her keep going. She wouldn't admit it if you asked her but she was looking forward to possibly seeing Jake as well. She knew he might not be comfortable enough to meet her yet and she completely respected that, but the thought still lingered.
She checked in to the only hotel Duskwood had, not meeting the receptionist's - Lilly's - eyes and was eternally grateful that she had only leaked her number and not her photo in that video. It would have been much more difficult to move about Duskwood, if that were the case.
The room they had was pretty basic, but not too bad for a few nights. Matrix prowled around the room, getting herself comfortable in the new environment while Syianne slowly unpacked the few clothes and necessities she brought.
In the corner of her mind, there was the thought that Jake might be staying at this hotel too and that sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. But she was a woman of her word and would wait until Jake was ready and would not try to look for him.
She had a mission here and she wanted to be damn sure that that's what she would be focusing on and save Hannah.
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Jake was supposed to be in Duskwood about two nights ago.
He had encountered some issues with removing his tracks from the internet, as well as trying to find a safe way to drive to Duskwood without exposing himself. Working as a hacker did have some benefits and finally he managed to find a guy who made him three fake number plates that he would interchange every once in a while, so his whereabouts couldn't be traced.
He had let Syianne know of the unexpected delay but to his surprise, she was enjoying herself in Duskwood. She had told him that Jessy gave her a virtual tour of the town once and she was excited to explore all those places in person. She talked to him at night, describing the beauty of the small town and Jake felt himself growing wistful, wondering what they could do together if he had been there. But then again, hadn't he said that he wouldn't show himself right now? He was cautious - just as he had been all his life - but something about Syianne just made him want to let his guard down, to just be selfish for once.
He had no time to think further on it because finally, all the preparations and precautionary measures were done and he could drive to Duskwood. He couldn't leave Glitch at home because he had attachment issues and couldn't go without Jake for a long period of time. So he ushered him into his carrier and told him he could claw all the wood he wanted when they reached their destination and Glitch meowed in agreement. He had always been a smart cat, after all.
Changing the number plates every hour was exhausting, especially when he didn't do much manual work but he endured it, if it meant he was one step closer to finding his sister.
When he finally reached Duskwood, he was in awe of how normal it looked, how silent; how someone who didn't know that a girl had been kidnapped would think of this place as the perfect getaway. But he knew better, didn't he? This town held dark secrets, secrets that people weren't willing to acknowledge and he was going to expose them for what they were, no matter what it took.
Signing into the Duskwood hotel was as awkward as he imagined it to be, his half sister having no idea who he was and looking at his dark, baggy clothes suspiciously. He wasn't blaming her, he would have probably done the same if a strange man came out of nowhere to stay in Duskwood of all places. Lilly gave him a tight smile as he picked up his bag and key and made way to his room.
Syianne had texted him earlier that day that she would be checking out the lake in the evening, where Jessy was attacked. Jake was against it from the start but he should have known how stubborn she could be and eventually, he had to agree but only on the condition that she stays on video call with him the whole time. Syianne was evidently bewildered by his request, judging by the way she kept writing and erasing her reply but after a while, she managed to ask if he would be comfortable with that. Jake's heart warmed at her considerate words, never really having anyone who would care about his emotions, he was always surprised when Syianne said something like that. He replied that he would just turn off his camera or point it at the lamp or something but he had to be sure about her safety.
And that's why, he was sitting with his phone in front of him in the evening, camera turned off as he watched her fondly, pointing out the strange birds she saw.
"Ah, I wish you were here! The lake is so pretty this time and the light from sunset is reflecting off the water and it makes an amazing view," she said, voice breathy with the exertion of walking for a while and a tone of awe towards the scene in front of her.
"That's sufficient sightseeing, don't you think?" Her voice suddenly took a serious note and Jake straightened up in his chair. He was afraid but couldn't say anything. He had already agreed to let her go with a condition and he feared if he asked her to not investigate, she would probably end the call and keep looking for clues by herself. At least on the phone, he could look at her surroundings and made sure no one sneaked up on her.
"If you say so," he said half-heartedly, glancing at the surroundings behind her as she narrowed her eyes at his dismissive tone.
The next twenty minutes were spent with Syianne looking around the lake and Jake looking over her shoulder virtually. She had scouted the edge and went a little deeper into the forest, looking for a car, a boat, a mask - anything, really - but the search had proved to be futile so far. Everything was as peaceful as ever, no signs of any disturbance and it made Jake a little antsy. Nothing was ever this perfect.
"Well, since we can't find anything here, I think you should come back. It's getting late," Jake said, looking at the already darkened sky. It was an ominous red color and Jake was getting more and more worried as people left the lakeside.
Syianne frowned but didn't argue and that made him sigh in relief.
"Yeah, you're right. No use trying to find something that isn't there," she said and started walking again.
"Wait, you walked here? Didn't you bring your car?" Jake asked and she shook her head.
"Nope, I wanted to enjoy Duskwood and being in a car wouldn't have helped," she smiled at the camera and Jake let out an almost inaudible sigh. Why couldn't she care about her safety a little more? She was going to give him grey hair before he reached his thirties, that was for sure.
As he began to reply to her, he caught movement from the left side of the screen and instantly grabbed his phone, expanding the background.
There was a silhouette of a hand.
"Syianne, run!" He shouted, as the figure's arm came into view and she looked back in surprise before starting to sprint, the camera shaking from her movements.
Jake scrambled to get his car keys, not bothering with what he was wearing and ran towards the hotel parking, getting into his car and connecting the GPS to his phone, all the while listening to Syianne's panting breaths as she ran away from the man without a face.
Getting her location was no problem for him and he just hoped he would arrive there on time.
"Jake, I'm scared. I'm hiding behind a big building and I think he went on ahead," she whispered, voice shaky and trembling and Jake's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he glanced over at his phone to watch her looking around herself in a panic.
Five more minutes and he would reach her location. Jake had never been more thankful that Duskwood was a small town and the hotel wasn't so far away from the lake.
"I'm coming, Syianne. Just a little while more and we'll go back together."
"Okay, I think I'm safe for now," she said. There was a sound of slow careful footsteps as Syianne came out from behind the building.
The abrupt sound of a gasp almost made him lose control of the steering wheel and he increased his speed as he heard what sounded like a scuffle. Syianne had probably dropped her phone because it only showed the dark sky and sounds of her struggling against her attacker.
"No! Letâ"
Jake let out a harsh breath, jaw tightening as he heard Syianne's scream. He drove straight for a bit and turned the next corner and saw the man trying once again to restrain her. His eyes saw red and he honked and honked like it was nobody's business, speeding towards them.
The man without a face seemed to have realised that someone was coming to help as he pushed Syianne roughly into the wall and ran away towards the forest. As much as Jake wanted to go after him, Syianne was his first priority and he quickly got out of the car, dashing towards her crumpled form, lying on the ground.
He fumbled with his phone, calling the local police and asking for an ambulance, his body shaking all the while, as he knelt down next to Syianne.
He felt tears welling in her eyes as he looked at her battered form and realised that she was bleeding.
"Syianne?" He spoke in a scared voice.
"Syianne!" He said more forcefully, repeatedly patting her face in hope she'll look at him but her eyes were still glassy and unfocused as if she couldn't comprehend anything.
"I'm...so sorry. IâŠ" her voice trailed off as she struggled to breathe and Jake cried, seeing her in so much pain, when he couldn't do anything except wait for the ambulance to arrive.
After a moment, Syianne's eyes fluttered closed and Jake's panic rose to new heights.
"No, no, no! Wake up! Please wake up!" He shouted and begged but she didn't respond to his calls.
His hand was soaked in her blood from where he was applying pressure on the wound at her side. The blood hadn't stopped flowing and Jake was worried that she was losing too much, too soon.
"What do I do? What do I do?" He muttered to himself, adrenaline coursing through his veins, with only one thought in his head â to save her.
He heard sirens in the distance and was relieved to know that help was coming. He pushed up the fallen hood of his jacket up on his head and looked at Syianne for any signs of consciousness. Her breaths were shallow and eyes still closed.
Soon enough, paramedics rushed to the scene and immediately started tending to Syianne's wounds. Jake felt as if he was just a spectator, not being able to do anything but watch. Someone came up to him and started asking him questions, about how he found her, who he was to her and if he knew anything about the attack. He answered all the questions as carefully as he could, giving a fake name, because he still wasn't sure if the police department was in league with the kidnapper or not.
As soon as he was done with the questioning, a paramedic approached him, letting him know that they were taking Syianne to the hospital and he would have to come there for a bit of paperwork. Jake hesitated and said he'd drive there in his own car and the paramedic nodded in response and left.
He got in his car and put his head in his hands, shaking at the unfortunate turn of events. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Syianne was just going to check out the lake and then surprise her friends the next day by telling them she'd be here for a few days and enjoy Duskwood together.
Jake was even thinking of meeting her in person and telling her that she had changed his life for the better. But his cowardice, his meticulous nature to not let anyone know who he was or where he was might have cost Syianne her life tonight. Even thinking about it had tears pooling in his eyes and he took a deep breath to bite back the sobs that were threatening to break once again.
He felt guilty, so so guilty and couldn't bring himself to start the car. He was pretty sure that if â no when â Syianne woke up, she would want nothing to do with the man who put her life in danger. With that thought rooted in his mind, he opened his phone and with trembling hands, sent Jessy a text about Syianne's accident. He received a reply almost immediately.
Jessy [8:46 pm]
What?
How did she come here?
You know what? If she's not okay, I'm going to hunt you down and make you pay.
Jake had no trouble believing she was telling the truth. All he wanted to do was help and now everything was falling apart. Taking a deep but shaky breath, he started the car but instead of going to the hospital, he turned towards the hotel.
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Jessy had no trouble believing that the hacker was telling the truth. His texts were frantic and he practically begged her to go to the hospital to see Syianne. She had no idea how she got here, but hearing that she got attacked, just like she was, was enough to make her worry and drive to the hospital, after letting Cleo know. She figured that the rest of them deserved to know too.
She rushed to the front desk, breathless and worried, and one of the nurses told Jessy that the doctors were with Syianne and she'd have to wait until they were done to know how she was.
After some time of relentless pacing, Cleo arrived and Jessy filled her in on everything that the hacker told her, which wasn't much, but it gave them a good idea of what had happened. Cleo said that she hadn't told anyone else yet and that they should do so as soon as the doctors had an update on Syianne's condition.
About an hour later, a nurse came upto Jessy and Cleo, asking if they knew Syianne and upon their confirmation, led them to the room she was kept in. They weren't allowed to enter yet as the doctors were still in the room, but Jessy gasped when she saw Syianne's scratched up face, with bandages covering her head.
"Oh my gosh." Cleo breathed and Jessy felt a rush of sorrow as she averted her eyes.
The doctors after completing their examination, told them that Syianne was stabbed in the side but luckily it didn't puncture anything important and they closed up the wound to allow it to heal. What was more concerning, was the fact that she was hit on the back of her head.
"She most likely suffered from a concussion, in which case, it is of the utmost importance that the patient doesn't fall asleep," the doctor said and Jessy and Cleo looked at each other uneasily.
"But Syianne fell asleepâŠ" Jessy began and the doctor gave her an apologetic smile.
"That's right. She was unconscious when she was brought here. The superficial wounds are taken care of, we just don't know when she'll wake up."
Both of them were too stunned to say anything and a call for the doctor from one of the nurses broke them out of their stupor.
"So, she's in a coma?" Cleo asked.
The doctor hesitated before answering.
"Essentially, yes. But we can't know for sure without further observation. If the injury isn't severe she'll wake up soon, we just have to monitor her constantly and look for any changes." He then walked off when his pager went off, most likely to see another patient.
"Don't worry, Jessy. She'll wake up soon," Cleo said, placing a hand on her shoulder, as they looked into Syianne's room, seeing her sleeping peacefully, as if nothing was wrong and she was just taking a nap.
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As soon as she got home from the hospital, Jessy sent out a row of furious texts to the hacker, clouded by her anger and hopelessness. In her head, it was all his fault that Syianne was twittering between life and death. He was the one who asked her to come to Duskwood without letting any of them know, which caused her to be in such a terrible condition.
Everything was crumbling.
They were a tight knit group, always there for each other but when did it turn into a nightmare, Jessy didn't know. Emotion overtook her and she suddenly collapsed against the wall, keeping a hand on her mouth to muffle her sobs, and cried.
She cried for Hannah, who she had no idea whether she was alive or not. She cried for Syianne, who had become such a great friend to her. Most importantly, she cried for her relationship with everyone, that was slowly but surely, withering away.
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Jake had been pacing in his hotel room ever since getting back, waiting on a word from Jessy. Glitch watched him with big eyes, as he stubbed his on the bedside and cursed. Sighing in defeat, Jake realised that it won't do any good to worry himself to death, but that didn't mean that his mind didn't drift off to the earlier scene.
Syianne lying on the ground. Blood pooled around her.
He shook his head in frustration, trying to get that image out of his head but to no success. Glitch, sensing that something was wrong, strolled towards him, rubbing and purring against his legs. Jake softened at seeing his efforts to calm him and he picked Glitch up, moving to lay down on the bed. He petted him, smiling at the way the cat burrowed himself further against Jake, curling his tail around his wrist.
After a few peaceful moments of cuddling, Jake's phone lit up with a text, which had him scrambling to grab it from the bedside. Glitch meowed in protest but Jake was too wound up to notice.
Jessy [10:25 pm]
She's in a coma
They don't know when she'll wake up
Jake felt all breath leave him as he read Jessy's text. He didn't know what to think, what to do, what he could do. Jessy didn't give him a chance to respond.
Jessy [10:26 pm]
Don't contact any of us ever again
I don't want to find Hannah this wayâŠwhich leads to everyone else getting hurt
Please leave Syianne out of this
Saying her mind, Jessy went offline again. Jake took a shaky breath, trying to ground himself. Syianne might never make up.
No, he told himself.
He couldn't think like that. He knew she'd wake up, it might take a little time but she will. Because if she didn't, Jake wouldn't be able to live with himself.
He got another text from Lilly, saying she was sorry that it happened but he couldn't bring himself to write back. His mind was empty, body numb to everything around him and he was cursing himself for being so careless.
If he hadn't been so selfish, if only he didn't put all of this on her, if he had just reached on time, if, if, if.
That's all he thought of, as tears continuously trailed down his cheeks, an arm covering his eyes, the only thing on his mind being Syianne, just as it had been ever since he started talking to her.
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The next day, Jake found himself holding a large flower bouquet and walking to Duskwood hospital's reception. He was trembling, scared out of his mind but he just had to see Syianne. So, he had braved his anxiety and was now standing in front of the receptionist, who looked at the abnormally large bouquet in his hands and raised an eyebrow. He cleared his throat.
"I'm here to see Syianne King, she was admitted here yesterday."
The receptionist's gaze sharpened as she looked him over and he partially hid behind the flowers.
"Only family members are allowed to visit," she spoke slowly and Jake bit his lip in frustration.
"I'm her fiance," he said and before the surprised receptionist could say anything, he continued, "I drove here as soon as I got the call but they wouldn't tell me what happened. Only that Syianne had been in an accident and I needed to get here as soon as I could and Iâ" he cut himself off, shuffling nervously and wiping away the tears that had managed to escape from his eyes.
The receptionist softened, seeing his genuine sorrow and care for his fiance and warmed her voice.
"Of course, I'm sorry for what happened. She's in room 309, third floor. The elevator is down the hall," she pointed and Jake thanked her profusely before walking ahead.
Him being Syianne's fiance might have been fake but everything he had felt was the truth and he felt overwhelmed now that he was here. Should he see her? Did he even deserve to see her after he put her in danger? Thoughts like this plagued his mind all the way to Syianne's room and they only stopped when he saw '309' written in bold letters on a grey coloured door.
His breath stuttered in his chest. He was second guessing his presence in the hospital, thinking whether he shouldn't have come. He stood in front of the door for about ten minutes, contemplating but when the nurses started giving him suspicious looks, he swallowed thickly and with shaky hands, opened the door.
Nothing could have prepared him for the utter despair and helplessness he felt, as he saw Syianne's motionless form on the bed, breathing as if she was just sleeping and would wake up any minute. But he knew that wasn't the truth.
She was here and it was his fault.
For the longest time, he just sat on a chair beside her bed and just looked at her. His eyes traced every injury, every bruise that was visible and he felt sick, blaming himself for letting it happen. She was still sleeping and suddenly, it just got too much.
There was too much light, too much beeping, the walls were too white, the flowers in his hands digging into his skin and he got up hastily, dropping the bouquet and backed into the furthest corner of the room.
His breath was coming in short bursts, it hurt to breath, to think, to stay uprightâ!
His legs gave from under him and he slid down, back against the wall, shaking hands coming up to wipe the wetness on his face.
He didn't even realise he had been crying.
His vision was a blur of dark shapes and in a distinct corner of his head that was still sane, he thought of what Syianne would have done had she been awake. He was sure she would kneel down in front of him and take his hands, running her thumbs against the back of his hands to calm him.
'Breathe slowly, Jake. Deep breaths with me, come on,' he heard her in his head and tried to slow down, breathing harshly at first but after a few minutes, his vision cleared and his breathing stabled to an acceptable rate.
His whole body shook with the sheer suddenness of the panic attack and he slowly tried to get up, holding onto the wall as a support as his gaze, once again, landed on the bed and it's occupant.
All at once, his head cleared and he knew what to do.
Snatching a sheet of paper from the notepad lying near her chart, Jake penned his thoughts, all his anguish, and his apologies on it. Not once did his hand shake as he wrote the note and not once did his mind waver from the decision he had made. At last, when he had said everything he wanted to, he put the pen down and glanced at Syianne's peaceful face.
His throat closed up but he swallowed once to make sure he didn't cry. No, Jake had no time for tears. It was his fault that this happened in the first place, so it was his responsibility that he would make it right.
He didn't know when she would wake but whenever it might be, Jake had everything he wanted to say, already written for her.
He bent down towards her and placed the softest of kisses against her forehead, knowing that it would be the only time he would ever get to do it.
She did not open her eyes and Jake stepped back with a miniscule tilt of his lips.
Yes, he would make everything right.
#duskwood#duskwood jake#everbyte duskwood#duskwood game#everbyte#jake Ă mc#duskwood jake Ă mc#jake Ă player#duskwood fanfic#duskwood fanfiction#duskwood jake Ă mc fanfic#viotence tw#physical attack tw#coma tw#blood tw#panic attack tw#please read the warnings carefully!!#and i hope you enjoy it â€ïž
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the playlist
⫠pairing: Bang Chan x Reader
â« genre: college/university student!au, slice-of-life, crack (at the end, really), fluff
â« word count: 1.4k
â« warnings: Nil of note!
â« prompt:Â #You made me a Christmas playlist but it's just Mariah Carey's "All I want for Christmas is you" and I can't tell if you're hitting on me or if it's a joke. - if anyone is aware of the owner (?) of the prompt, please let me know so that I can credit appropriately :)
â« a/n: The first addition to my Christmas drabbles! Enjoy this lowkey chaotic fic!
â« skz christmas drabbles: 1 | 2Â | 3Â | 4 | 5 |Â 6 |Â 7 | 8
[16:23] 10th Dec.
Entering the cafe your friend Chan was working at, you sighed contentedly, inhaling the smoky aroma of freshly ground coffee. âI need caffeine like right now.â You slumped against the counter dramatically. âExams were that bad, huh?â He smiled sympathetically, starting up the espresso machine. âNot bad. Tiring, but not bad. Iâm honestly just erasing any memory of them as we speak.â You sighed, propping your chin on your hands. âWell, regardless, I did make you something as a gift for completing those... things that youâre currently forgetting.â âYou did? I mean you didnât have to.â Your eyes lit up though, negating any attempt at masking your excitement and curiosity. âOkay, well I should clarify. Itâs nothing big. My professor set us a task to make a playlist for someone, basically for the purpose of getting us to consider the audience that weâre making music for... so I chose you. Just think of it as something to relax to after a long week of exams.â He explained, tone slightly laced with trepidation that you payed no heed to. âWell, Iâm flattered that my best friend considered me to be their... muse for this assignment? In fact, Iâm super curious as to what songs you put on it. Send it to me tonight and Iâll listen to it!â You grinned, grabbing your coffee and waving as you exited the shop. âYeah, okay...â
âDonât spill the flour everywhere!â Your friend, Felix, stressed, pushing the bowl of cookie batter closer to you.
âThis whole process would be a lot more fun if we could listen to music, as well.â You rolled your eyes at his hotheadedness. âHey, youâre the one that wanted to make gingerbread for Chan because of the whole playlist thing, which is highly romantic by the way. Also, we all know what happens when you get distracted while cooking.â He smirked, mixing through the batter. âIâm pretty sure friends can make playlists for their friends. Besides, I have you to help this precarious venture not go sideways.â You flashed him a smile, opening up the playlist and pressing shuffle play, before quickly redirecting your attention to to the cookie trays. All I Want for Christmas Is You blasted out the speakers, you laughed awkwardly as Felix raised his eyebrows pointedly at you. Odd song choice, but okay.
Half an hour later, with Mariah Carey playing on loop for almost 10 times, Felix rubbed his temples,
âEither Chan has an extremely unique sense of humour, or itâs an extreme declaration of his undying love for you.â Parcelling the gingerbread away and neatly tying a bow on top, you looked at him, âItâs weird, though. All the songs on the playlist are the same. I donât think Chan would do that... itâs probably some network glitch or something like that.â You resolved, thoughts whirling as you cleared the kitchen. You had known Chan since childhood. Growing up, the two of you were as thick as thieves, causing enough grief to last both your parents a lifetime. It wasnât until late high school that youâd started viewing him differently. Every little act of kindness that he did out of friendship made your heart both burst with happiness and twinge at the fact that he didnât share the same sentiment as you. You hadnât ever really considered the possibility of him liking you back. You never wanted to venture into that territory, afraid that youâd get your hopes up and your friendship, something you valued more than anything, would be ruined at the cost of your curiosity and feelings. You considered it as too selfish to even entertain the thought. However, some nights you couldnât help but daydream on how it would feel to have his soft lips on yours, and to be wrapped in his warm embrace every night. Yet, whenever reality dawned on you, you shut down that part of your brain, reinforcing to yourself that the two of you were only friends. âHey, Y/N? Sorry to interrupt whatever internal monologue youâre having but Iâm going to leave now. Regarding the Chan situation, Iâm not telling you to read into it too much, but considering Chan, I doubt it was just a joke.â Felix gave you a tight hug, snapping you out of your reverie. Sighing, you shut off the speaker, heading to your bed, your thoughts provoking as you tossed and turned, unable to drift off.
[18:39] 12 Dec. You had actively avoided the cafe and Chan over the last few days, fleeting texts often with one worded answers being the only form of communication between the two of you until you had sort of wrapped your head around the whole playlist situation. You knew it was bad to keep Chan in the dark like that, but you werenât ready to see him, regardless of what his reasoning was. It wasnât until Felix had forced you out of the house to give him the gingerbread you had baked that you had to face your fears and him. The door jingled as you stepped into the place, Chan in the same place you last saw him, humming to, wow, he really likes this song, none other than All I Want for Christmas Is You as he wiped down the counter, âSorry, weâre closed.â He called out, not glancing up as you approached. âYou must really love Mariah Carey.â You raised your eyebrows at him as he glanced up at you, startled, âY/N? Youâre alive?â âNo. Iâm the ghost of christmas past... Of course I am. I came bearing gifts. Particularly Christmas ones since youâre going home tomorrow.â You placed the gift bag in his arms, avoiding his gaze. âThank you.â He said quietly, putting the bag to the side. âSo, about the playlistââ You both started. He stopped as you continued. âWas it a joke?â You blurted out, silence pursuing as Mariah Carey belted in the background. Santa won't you bring me The one I really need Won't you please bring my baby to me âThis is really poor choice of music... anyway. Look, Y/N, youâre my best friend.â Your heart twinged in disappointment as your throat tightened, casting your burning eyes to the ground. He grabbed your hands, âbut... it wasnât a joke. I literally put 100 copies of All I Want for Christmas Is You in a playlist to try and articulate my feelings for you.â âWait... so you were hitting on me?â You questioned, looking up, incredulous. âI mean. Yeah.â He shrugged his shoulders. âCool cool cool cool cool.â You stared at each other for a while, eyebrows raised. You surged forward, pressing a quick kiss on his lips, as he gaped at you in shock. âYou mean you...â âI donât know about you, but I donât go around kissing randoms after they declare their undying love for me, unless I like them too.â He pulled you close to him, his lips moving tenderly moving against yours. Time came to a standstill, the music distantly playing in your mind as you wrapped your arms around his neck, the two of you blissfully enjoying each otherâs company. You pulled apart, breathing heavily as a smile spread on both your faces, laughing softly. âYou know... your wish did come true.â You remarked. âWish?â He tilted his head, questioning. âAll you want for Christmas is... you know...â You gestured to yourself, as he facepalmed, laughing, âI guess youâre right. All Iâve wanted for Christmas is you.â
+bonus - high-key crack ((because Felix would never ever do this)) this is lowkey inspired by Chanâs Room: Ep. 69! Watching your silhouettes behind the tinted windows of the cafe lean in to kiss, Felix scrambled out of the car, eyes wide in horror as realisation dawned on him. âNo! This canât be happening! My plan...â He fell to his knees on the sidewalk, his upset tone echoing throughout the almost deserted street. He was in turmoil. He had been the one to orchestrate this whole thing - 100 copies of the same Mariah Carey song on a playlist, even with the concept of a playlist, he was sure you would hate it. However, what he didnât account for... was that the two of you had feelings for each other. His heart twinged enviously at the possibility of Chan sharing all the pick-up lines customers (cough cough stays) had used on him throughout his day on you instead of Felix. He had to do something about this. This wasnât the end for platonic Chanlix. Heâd get his pick-up lines back.
Ⳡpart two? |  masterlist!
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Cloudy Days and Summer Smiles - A BNHArem collab
Pairing: Aizawa x reader
Warnings: none (sfw), hurt and comfort, brief talking about abduction
Word Count: 4.6k
AN: I havenât been able to do a collab in a while, but I was super excited to grab Aizawa for this one. If you want to see the other amazing works for the collab, click HERE. also a special thanks to @ikinabiâ for helping my dumbass with a banner, i love it so much red thank you <3. i hope you all enjoy this one
          Date nights werenât really a part of Shoutaâs and your relationship. With him constantly working his ass off, and you also having to work, there wasnât a lot of time that the two of you could spend going out together. Not that you minded of course, snuggling up to your boyfriend and simply talking with him whenever the two of you had free time was probably your favourite thing in the world.
      Youâd noticed though, that despite there being a summer break in school, that the pressure on Shouta to perform more in hero work had kept his stress levels and exertion really high. It hurt you to see your boyfriend constantly exhausted, yet he wouldnât drop any of the extra hero shifts heâd been given recently.
      You knew why of course. You knew that he always wrapped up his self worth in his hero work and in passing on knowledge to students. Of course, that also made it more painful to see him work himself so hard, you know just how amazing he is, and yet he works himself to the bone trying to be better. So, you do your best to try to make things easier for him, going over to his apartment to tidy up sometimes, or making dinner there and leaving it on the stove for him to eat when he got home.
      You swear that one day youâre going to find where he hid his stupid stash of fruit pouches, that he swears are nutritional enough to be a meal. No matter how much you wheedle him, or show him facts, or just be plainly worried for him, he has an irrational attachment to them. He needed good food, and he needed a lot of it, because he worked a hell of a lot. Now if only you could get that through his head.
      So, itâs become another habit of yours to always bring over some healthy snacks, high in protein and salts to help him recover from tough work days and power through the next ones. You keep notice of things he likes or doesnât like, and be sure to try and put some stashes of them in his cupboard so that he can see them before he goes to work. Itâs made it a little better.
      Heâs started doing a similar set of things for you, bringing you coffees if he was in the area where you worked. Another favourite were the fruit smoothies heâd make when you were feeling a bit down. Although he wants to be there for you more, you understand that heâs always stretched thin across two jobs, and you always make sure that he knows how much you love him despite that.
      You know that Shouta feels particularly upset when he has to cancel some of the few date nights the two of you have planned due to work. Of course, you donât blame him, itâs a part of the man you fell in love with. You know you feel disappointed when it happens, but you always try to reassure him that itâs not because of him, its just the fact that you donât get to see him. You hope it relieves some of the guilt he feels, because really, youâre proud of all his hard work, and love how steadfast he is all the time.
      Though you wish he really would take better care of himself.
      It was going to be a good weekend though, you were excited to spend it all with Shouta, whoâd taken a weekend off for once. As soon as heâd gotten it confirmed, youâd started planning some little things the two of you could do together after not having seen each other for a few weeks. It had been tough, yes, but youâd made sure to call him every day or every other day two, and youâd made sure that youâd also dropped off some treats, putting them on his table so heâd actually notice them.
      Heâd always send you the cutest cat videos to you, making sure to send a cute little message, his own way of telling you thanks. It makes you feel warm inside, the little gestures bringing you happiness that would brighten your day a bit.
      Anyways, to what youâd been planning. You knew that even on date nights that actually happened, Shouta always preferred lowkey events, something where the two of you could spend quality time with one another and just talk. Youâd decided that youâd do your best to make a sweet little lunch for the two of you, and maybe even a dessert too. Youâd looked up the weather and it was supposed to be sunny and partially cloudy, the perfect day for a picnic in the public gardens.
      You put on some nice clothes you always had for the hot summer air, and start packing up a basket youâd bought a while ago and never actually had the chance to use. You were practically giddy with excitement. The last six times youâd tried to see him, heâd had to cancel, and no matter how much you tried to push down the feeling of being unimportant, it stuck around.
      It wasnât about you after all, it was about Shouta and the people he was helping. You canât be so selfish about his time; you knew what his schedule was like before the two of you even started dating.
      Yet you couldnât quiet that little voice in your head that said you were never going to be the most important thing in his life. That heâd give you up for the chance to do more to help as many people as he could.
      It burned shamefully within you, how could you distrust him, the one who showed his love for you in al his little gestures and acts of affection? But also, the times heâd snap, brush you off, act like it were a chore to actually be together⊠those things would keep you tossing and turning for long nights. You know that Shouta would reassure you and help you get over these feelings if you talked to him; you just couldnât erase the fear that telling him would push him away.
      Which is why you were so excited to see him again, you know that seeing him and talking with him will wipe away those fears, like waves crashing onto a sandy beach. You know you can get over this yourself, thereâs no need to drag your boyfriend into stupid insecurities. Especially over ones founded just off of coincidences.
      He has enough to worry about on his own, after all.
      You pack up the salmon sushi and the other little bites of food with the meal, put the pastries in a little tin and add it into your basket. Grabbing a soft blanket, you fold it, place it on top of the blanket and grab the sunhat Shouta had gotten you after youâd pointed it out on a walk youâd been on. Smiling at yourself in the mirror, you grab the basket and head out to go meet him.
       The gardens arenât too far away from your house, and you enjoy a lazy walk, the sun warming you up. Near the gardens is a family park, and you hear children giggling and screaming in joy as they play with their parents. It softens your heart, and you feel you shoulders relax, not noticing them being tensed in the first place. Part of you imagines being one of those families with Shouta one dayâŠ
      You find a small hill within the gardens, the grass rather long and waving in the breeze, hundreds of flowers with multiple types surrounding you. Setting out the blanket, and the food, you take a picture of the area. You send it to your boyfriend, and you know that heâll recognize the place you are from your many walks together. So, you lie out, relaxing your arms behind your head and gazing up at the sky, where clouds are slowly covering the baby blue with grey.
      Time passes, and youâre getting a little bit antsy. Youâve checked your phone, and you have no messages from Shouta, and itâs already been half an hour since the two of you were supposed to meet up. It wasnât like him to not mention if he couldnât make it. He always gave you a heads up in case something else had popped up. You sent him a quick text asking if he was alright, and if his plans were still the same.
      You got no response, and as you neared an hour of waiting you gave into the hunger in your stomach and ate the lunch youâd packed. You still saved the dessert though, the thought of eating any sweets poisoned by the sickening feeling that was settling within your stomach.
      You were worried, and called Shouta just to check in on him, but were greeted with a dial tone message. âHey, Sho.â You start off a little quiet and you clear your throat. âI just wanted to check in on you, I havenât heard from you all day, love. Just⊠let me know if youâre alright please. Love you.â You quickly hang up so he doesnât hear your heavy sigh.
      What if he just didnât want to deal with you anymore? You know itâs illogical and yet⊠its too coincidental a timing for your brain to let it go. Plus, heâd never skipped out on a meet up between the two of you without saying anything, and it was throwing your world off balance. You feel a wetness on your face, and you look up to see that clouds had completely covered the sky, and rain had started falling down from them.
      You laughed a little at the sight. Truly, this date was not supposed to happen, even the weather was showing you that. You leave one of the little plates of sushi out on the rock, not being able to bear taking it home on your own. You gather the now soaked blanket and the basket still full of treats youâd spent hours making.
      The cold rain patters down your back and you shiver as you begin your movements back in the direction of your home.
       You figure youâll hear from Shouta soon. He might have completely neglected you on that day, but it was the first time anything like this had ever happened between the two of you. Maybe heâd just had a bad day, made a mistake. Maybe heâd forgotten to charge his phone, which had happened before. A few times you had answered your phone expecting to hear the loud voice of Hizashi, but receiving the soothing voice of your boyfriend.
      So youâre not very worried when the rest of the afternoon goes by and Shouta hasnât made any contact with you. You text Hizashi to see if maybe Shouta had been with him, but no luck on that front. Hizashi had the week off from hero work, and hadnât heard from Shouta today either.
      As more time went along, the more worried you got. All your insecurities started to bubble up, and all the mistakes youâd made in your relationship â even the small ones like forgetting he was lactose intolerant â started building up in your head. Youâd probably driven him away with your constant affection, or maybe it had been the overbearing way you tried to help him. Maybe you werenât pretty enough or good enough in bed for him, or maybe he just grew tired of you.
      By the time you usually went to bed, you were an anxious mess. There were so many possibilities, and your anxiety was telling you that none of them were good. Surely somewhere youâd fucked up.
      Knowing you have work tomorrow, you pop one of your sleeping aids and try desperately to get some semblance of rest. You know itâs going to be a rough night, but hopefully you can get enough rest that tomorrow will be bearable to you.
       Three days later, and Shouta still hadnât reached out to you. You felt heartbroken that he hadnât yet, and felt unfairly abandoned. Neither of his friends had heard from him either, and you doubt that they were covering up from him either, because youâd heard the worried undertones of their voice. It terrified you to think that the closest people in his life had no idea where he was or what he was doing.
      Unbidden images of your boyfriend bloody and broken in torn down places were constantly popping up into your brain. At this point, you just wanted to know if he was alive, because youâd gone to his apartment and there had been no sign of anyone having been there for a few days at least.
      You tried to keep your mind away from that dark place, and yet it would keep circling back, as if to say that the worst-case scenario was happening right at that very moment.
      It was driving you mad with worry, and you called the agency that Shouta was working for at the moment just in case they could tell you. Most of the time, you wouldnât be allowed to know anything confidential. Even though you were the emergency contact for Shouta, you were still a civilian, and that meant that you were often left in the dark about certain conditions and events that your lover was a part of.
      âHello, this is Sleep-stroke Agency, how may I direct your call.â The womanâs voice on the other side of the line was smooth and had a soft tone. It soothed your nerves enough to allow you to pull yourself together to find the words you needed.
      âHi, um- this is Ms. Y/L/N. Iâm the emergency contact for Aizawa Shouta, Eraserhead. He works for this agency at the moment.â You take another slow breath and let it out. âIâm calling because its been a few days since me, or his close hero friends had heard from him, and I was wondering if something had happened to himâŠâ you taper off and you wait for the reply.
      You hear some quick typing in the background, a little mumbling that you canât make out until she stops and clears her voice with a rather pointed cough. âAh, Iâm really sorry, but I cannot tell you, dear. Thatâs classified information.â
      âCan you at least tell me if heâs alive?â you plead with her, desperate. You shouldâve known right away that something really major mustâve happened, how could you have ever doubted your Shouta?
      âThe rules are clear, Ms. There was an unexpected circumstance that arose and needed Eraserheadâs presence. I cannot tell you any more detail than that.â Her voice drops the professional tone for a few seconds. âI know how hard this can be, hun. Please try to hold yourself together until you get some concrete news.â
      âYes, of course. Thank you for your time.â You hang up and feel the energy drain from your body as you slump onto the couch.
      Guilt and worry and fear were all mixing into this toxic combination as you sat with all your thoughts, and you soaked in them, unable to gather the strength to pull yourself out. If something had happened to him, something serious, when you were worried about how good the desserts would taste, or if he were going to break up with you⊠Well, you wouldnât be able to forgive yourself for a long time.
      In a daze you blindly call one of your friends, blearily noticing itâs the middle of the afternoon and she should be able to take your call. You needed some words of comfort right now, no matter who theyâre from. You barely hear the hello she greets you with before you start sobbing into the phone uncontrollably.
       Itâs been two weeks now, although you canât tell from feeling it. It seems like no time has passed since youâd made that phone call to Shoutaâs agency, your life had become a daze. Somehow you managed to go to work and make three meals a day for yourself, but you couldnât really recall what youâd been doing. If someone were to ask you what youâd been doing, all youâd be able to reply with is nothing, because all you could do at home was blearily look at the walls, ceiling, window⊠Without any clear news, you were shrouded in this cloud of uncertainty, completely helpless on deciding what you should actually do in response to this nightmare.
      It was approaching your third anniversary, and you werenât even sure if he was alive to celebrate it. That thought sobered you up, and you shakily made yourself some tea, to warm your hands which felt frozen at in your terror. You need something to ground you, something that will make everything feel real again, so you begin your breathing techniques. You listen to asmr, something that would often calm you.
      Eventually, with you working at it, you manage to calm yourself, despite the odds stacked against you. Needing a distraction, you turn on the TV as you curl up in a blanket near the fireplace on the side of your living room. Sleep had become your enemy during the few weeks, although you wanted nothing but the sweet embrace of numbness it would give you.
       You couldnât sleep yet again, so youâd migrated to the couch to read a little bit and look over some of the news. Apparently, rompers were making a comeback, though you werenât too surprised about that.
      It was all in the name of distraction anyways. The TV had gotten stale, and you felt yourself dripping into that scattered and anxious headspace, so you had to change it up, keep everything else at bay until you had an idea of what to do.
Itâs one in the morning when you hear the weak knock at the door, and instantly, youâre on high alert, your nerves tingling. You quickly make your way up to it and use the peephole to catch a glimpse of whoever would be knocking on your door this late. You nearly burst into tears right then and there upon seeing your boyfriendâs face, bruised and scratched, but whole.
      You fumble with the locks in your haste to open it up, the desire to hold him, to make sure he was really there making your movements feel alien. âShouta!â you cry as you finally fling it open, and you can see his eyes soften as he looks down at you.
      âHi there, kitten. Can I come in?â his voice is hoarse and a little bit shaky, but his words are clear as a summer sky. You immediately throw your arms around him, squeezing him tight against you, and his head comes down onto your shoulder as he wraps his own around you as well.
      âOf course,â you say thickly, through new tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. âThereâs always room in here for you, Sho.â You lead him into your living area, making him lie down on the couch while you sit on the floor by his head. You run your fingers through his hair, gently combing out the larger knots as you lay your head down onto his chest. His heart is thumping in a steady rhythm, and you start to relax as you realize that, no, this isnât a dream. This is real, your boyfriend is alive and ok, though a little bit worse for wear.
      The two of you sit in silence for a little bit, his eyes closing and his breathing relaxing as he leans into the hand tangled in his hair. It brings a soft smile to your face, and you file away the memory to be able to look back on.
      âShouta, Iâm going to get you some tea if youâd like it.â You say softly, almost afraid to disturb the little bit of peace the two of you have made on your couch at 1 in the morning. His eyes open lazily and he nods his assent, and you go to get his favourite blend you have sitting in the top shelf with your other types.
      Once the kettles done its work, you bring two cups over to coffee table. Shouta has already sat up and accepts the tea with a small smile as you move to sit beside him. The two of you drink in silence for a little while, not afraid to disturb anything, but simply to preserve the moment before talks need to happen.
      As the two of you finish, he clears his throat. âIâm sorry for missing our picnic, love.â He says, rather gruffly, as if to hide the thick emotion knotting his words. âI- well I wasnât expecting to have to go to another city.â
      âWhy did you, they said it was some classified mission, even Hizashi and Nemuri had no idea. They were scared, and honestly⊠that was terrifying.â You tell him the truth, because thatâs how the two of you are, valuing clarity in your relationship.
      He fiddles a little with the scarf thatâs always present around his shoulders. âThe whole thing was a setup. I got on the train early that morning and was knocked unconscious.â He starts in a monotone voice, factually, as if he were still processing it himself. âI didnât even know how much time had passed until Iâd woken up in the hospital two days ago. I was unconscious for most of my stay there, and they didnât give me access to anything or anyone until they were sure I was clear.â
      âOh my godâŠâ Your eyes had widened as you looked at him with horror, it sounded so much worse than he was saying. You pulled him close to you. He was trembling just barely beneath your grasp, a sign of just how intense the past couple of weeks had been for him. You try your best to be a rock for him, comforting him and listening to him talk about what he could. He didnât go into graphic detail, but just the bare bones had you fighting back anger and sadness. He shouldnât have had to go through that.
      You help him get ready for sleep, bringing him some extra clothes and taking out the spare toothbrush you had for him. He thanks you with a swift kiss to your forehead, and you giggle before going back to the other room to clean up the dishes. You made the decision there, that you wouldnât bring up your insecurities to him until he was back into the groove of daily life, and had time to recover.
      After cleaning yourself up, you drag Shouta to bed, and the two of you fall asleep wrapped in each others arms.
       About a month had passed since that night where Shouta had come to your doorstep early in the morning and wrecked. Since then things had begun their return to normalcy, something which both relieved you and at the same time made you a little nervous. You werenât sure how to ever broach the topic you wanted to with him.
      Which was illogical, as he would say. You know he takes you seriously, and that heâd want to put your fears at rest. But, part of you feels so guilty for even thinking of doubting him, and you donât want to hurt him like that. You trust him more than anyone, you just had a lack of faith in yourself that was hard to ignore sometimes.
      The opportunity came when he suggested the two of you tried to do the picnic once again, much to your delight. Heâd asked softly if you would make the same meal again, he said it had looked delicious and he wanted to try it. You could only smile and agree, knowing how much he hated cooking himself, but loved yours heartily.
      Youâd done much the same thing as last time, though now, with a little trepidation just due to the fact that last time youâd tried this, Shouta had gotten kidnapped. But there was nothing else to do other than to shake yourself out of it and move forwards. So thatâs what you did.
      You made your way to the same area, heart pattering as you found the spot empty. He wasnât there yet, that much was clear, but that was normal, he wasnât a tardy man, but he also didnât see the use of going to things earlier than he had planned.
      Ten, fifteen, thirty minutes go buy, and with each passing minute, you feel your heart grow heavier. Why did such shitty things happen to you on what were supposed to be events filled with happiness? There are still no clouds in the sky though, and you look up and stare into the never ending blue. Maybe it just wasnât meant to be, and youâd just have to live with that.
      You donât remember closing your eyes, but you do remember the soft laugh of your boyfriend waking you up. You open your eyes blearily to the beautiful sight of your boyfriend smiling happily and it brings a sleepy smile to your face.
      âShouta! You came.â You exclaim happily. He looks a bit confused at that.
      âOf course I did, Y/N, why wouldnât I?â Curse your still half-asleep brain. You didnât want to bring it up like this.
      âItâs nothing,â you try to brush it off, knowing it likely wonât work.
      âObviously not. Tell me whatâs wrong.â
      âItâs really stupid looking back on itâŠâ
      âI donât care about that kitten, just be honest with me.â
      âItâs not a slight on you at all though, okay? Keep that in mind please, Shouta.â
      He looks confused for a second. âOf course.â
      You take a deep breath. âItâs just that, it was really hard to see you for a few weeks before you had your unplanned trip.â He nods his agreement. âI knew it wasnât the case, but I got worried that maybe I wasnât interesting enough, or I was holding you back from things. Then you didnât show for our date and I panicked a bit, thought you mightâve found a way to just move on from me. I know youâre the most amazing thing thatâs happened to me in my life, and Iâm just terrified of losing that.â You canât look in his eyes the shame pulling your gaze down.
      âHey,â he says softly, pulling your head up gently, until youâre forced to look into his eyes. âIâm not going to fault you for having insecurities. Everyone has them.â
      âI know, Sho, but youâve been nothing short of amazing to me, and here I am doubting you.â
      âWell, I donât blame you. Sometimes itâs easy to get lost in thoughts and start to spiral into overthinking. But hereâs the truth. I am in love with you. You make my days better, and give me something to look forwards to on long days and nights.â You smile up at him, eyes a little misty.
      âGood thing I feel the same way then, huh?â you giggle, trying to pull a laugh out of him. You get a small smirk instead, which satisfies you.
      He leans into you and presses a soft kiss on your lips, light and fully of love. When you chase after him, he pulls away a bit laughing, so you tackle him to the ground and start to pepper his face with kisses.
      The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and its there you realize just how much you love him as he stares up at you like youâre the sun in the sky.
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Where, When and How - hyung line
Pairing: hyung line member x reader
Wordcount: 1k words each, circa
Genre: (hinted/mild) smut, fluff, lowkey angst
Rating: suggested 18+
Hello lovelies! Since quarantine is separating many lovers all around the world I thought about how the boys would handle being away from their girlfriend. Itâs obviously smutty. Every piece is about 1000 words each.
Trigger warning: smut, hinted and sometimes pretty descriptive, really it depends. LOADS OF SEX TOYS (it was supposed to be a sex-toy themed thingy because yay!self-love and yes, you can use them together with your significant other too), some mild bdsm here and there, praise kink (you know where it comes from), swearing and alcohol (nothing extreme, just tipsy), masturbation and that should be pretty much everything. Should I put a disclaimer for a slightly subby Jin and sugar daddy Hobi? (Lol, help)
You can find the maknae line here
Psst--- here is my masterlistÂ
Namjoon
"There's a package for you, sir."
"I don't think I've ordered anything. Is there a name on it?"
"It says it's from miss ___."
"Oh, she didn't mention it but I guess I can call her. Just a second please."
He wasn't sure you were going to be awake but at least he would try. Luckily you picked up.
"Hi baby" you mumbled.
"Hello princess. Have you sent me something? Like a package?"
"Oh, it's already there? Yeah, I didn't tell you because it was supposed to arrive tomorrow."
"So it's mine? You sent it? For me?"
"Yeah, but can you wait to open it until next call? I really wanna see how you're going to react!" You said sweetly.
"So I'm just supposed to wait?"
"Yes, Joonie. Wait, how's your schedule tonight?"
"Maybe grabbing a bite with the guys, I don't know. But I could tell them I'm busy and have dinner with you."
"You get dinner and I get lunch..." You murmured thinking about the time difference.
"Right, yeah. Or I could join you later, have a quick bite with the boys and then come to you."
"As you wish."
"'kay babe, see you later."
"See you."
Namjoon got his package and retired to his room quickly. The boys had been in Los Angeles for three weeks now, working on their latest album and you had been missing Namjoon like crazy. After a video call where every single one of his smallest moves felt like a tease, you decided it was time to act. And that's what the package was meant for.
It was almost one pm in Seoul, you were sitting in front of your laptop, spread out on the bed munching cherries and waiting for your boyfriend to call you. Meanwhile your boyfriend was someplace in LA, it was nine pm and Hoseok was trying to drag the whole crew to some relatively private club nearby to chill and have fun after dinner.
"Please, my girlfriend is waiting on me, Hoseok."
"Come on, just a drink!"
He couldn't say no to some group time.
That's how he found himself definitely tipsy at three am dragging himself from the minivan towards the hall of the villa the boys had rented. When he saw the package laying on top of the table he went completely still for a couple seconds. He quickly picked up his phone and called you right away, squinting at the light and hesitating a little before pressing. Again you picked up. He thought you must be an angel for actually picking up.
"Hello Joon."
"I'm so sorry." He spit out. You could immediately recognise his tipsy voice.
"You were out with the boys, I knew it would never be a "grab a quick bite then I'm all yours" kind of thing."
"Good god baby, you're so good to me."
"Put me on videocall you buffoon, I wanna see your pretty face." You whined on the phone.
"Your voice is strange, were you sleeping?â
âI fell asleep waiting on you. I didnât sleep well last night.â
âWhy, baby?â
âHate sleeping without you. I only crash when Iâm too tired. Iâve been thinking I should put a futon or something in my home studio so I can sleep there when youâre not around. Our bed is so wrong when youâre not here.â
âIâm so sorry, love.â
âItâs okay. Oh, there he is!â You squealed when the camera turned on. âGod, if I were there Iâd leave so many bites on those collarbones.â
âYouâre turning steamy, love. Whatâs up?â
âNothing. I might have drank some wine while waiting and I didnât properly have lunch.â
âWhy not? Not hungry? And how much wine?â
âMaybe a little more than half a bottle of that Cabernet Sauvignon that I got for our last night before the trip.â
âCanât blame you, it was delicious. Are you naked?â
âHave you checked the weather? Itâs been over 30 degrees in Seoul for the last three days, even my nails are sweating.â
âNot complaining. Bless me, do I miss those thighsâŠâ
âDonât you wanna open your gift Joonie?â You teased, covering yourself a bit in your white sheets.
âYeah, rightâ. He sort of wanted to open other things. Still, he fumbled a bit with the package and the box, mostly trying to unwrap the box one-handed. Then he propped the phone on the table, not without making it drop screen-down on the table a couple times, and then, finally two-handed, he managed to unwrap the tape.
âIs itâŠ?â
âYeah, go on.â You bit your lip and he noticed.
âGod, youâre evil. Such a tease.â He opened the case and noticed the artsy design fleshlight you had so shamelessly selected and bought for him. âYouâre unreal. My clever little vixen. Canât wait to get home and fucking wreck you.â
âI know itâs not me, but itâs the best alternative.â You smiled and batted your lashes, now letting some of your body show on the screen, still he could only guess where your spare hand had slipped to.
âYouâre a fucking blessing. Iâm so thankful, love. Youâre the best. Damn, that brain of yours. I love how open and smart and confident you are. One hell of a woman playing the babygirl. So sexy.â
You were literally melting at all the praises he was being so prodigal with. âWhat do you think? Would you like to lay down, relax a little and try whether you like your new toy or not?â
âThatâs it. I love you, you cute little brat.â As he got into bed you let him see your naked chest, almost making him trip on his pants and fall.
âBe careful daddy, it would be a shame if you hurt yourself.â
âYouâre soooo getting spanked when I get back home.â
âI hope thatâs a promise.â
The experience was⊠satisfactory.
Jin
His girlfriend was a delicate, delicate flower. She was cute and classy and shy. Funny, kind, timid and clumsy. But most importantly pure and innocent. She didnât look like the type...
So why did he find a very wide choice of sex toys in her bedside table? Some of those things were so complicated he didnât quite understand how they worked. Like that purple little⊠or the other, the small cup thing with that sort of screw on top. There was something for any and every taste and kink, at least he thought so. Something like fifteen pieces or so, some of them causing a blush to creep up his neck and ears. He thought his ears were actually on fire.
Most importantly, itâs not like he was looking for this. Especially since you were abroad, and thinking of you using these⊠after two weeks apart he was ready to catch a damn plane just to watch you use them. He didnât even need to be the one actually using them on you. Or just using you. He just needed⊠something. He just needed to survive one more week. Come on, Kim Seokjin, a week is not that long. But thatâs what he was thinking in the afternoon while standing in front of your wonder collection. Now it was almost two a.m. and he couldnât help but keep thinking things that made him shake his head and puff heavy breaths and twist and turn in the sheets. He was tangled up.
âWhat can I do?â He asked Yoongi the following day after a couple drinks.
âWell, I know what I would do.â Jin turned to him, giving him full attention. âIf it were my girl, Iâd find something for her, something unique, something thatâs gonna become her favourite thing beside myself, and have it sent like straight away.â
âBut we never talked about this before.â
âDonât you know what she likes? What makes her crazy out of her mind?â
âI donât know man, itâs like a huge plot twist to me. Completely out of the blue.â
âStill you both enjoy your intimate life, I guess.â
âI donât know, Iâm confused!â
âDamn, do you like fucking her?â
âHell yes. But donât ever mention my girlfriend and fucking in the same sentence again.â
Yoongi posed the following question more carefully: âAnd does she enjoy what you two do together?â
âI hope so.â
âFuck, are you dumb or something? Does she orgasm?â
âI guess?â
âYou guess? What the actual fuck, Kim Seokjin! Do you even communicate?â
âI thought she was too innocent to actually have toys. Go figure openly talking about ⊠that.â
âDo you mean sex?â
âYeahâŠâ
âAre you sure sheâs the innocent one? And youâre not just shy? Maybe a bit of a traditionalist?â
âItâs not like I talk about sex that much.â
âGet yourself a bottle of soju and go have that conversation. You can thank me later. And please, before making me your couple therapist, try actually talk with your girlfriend. I donât know how Iâll erase the idea of you analysing furred buttplugs and nipple suction cups.â
âGod, youâre dirty.â
âAnd my girl is very thankful for that. Because we actually had the kink conversation. And we update it monthly.â
After a grunt and a couple more drinks, Jin reached his apartment. Immediately he texted you. âYou up?â
You replied immediately. âI was going to bed. Want me to call you?â
âDo you mind?â
âNo. Wanna hear you. Wanna see you.â
He immediately softened. Man, he was a goner for you. He called you instantly.
âHi sweetheart. How are you?â
âIâm well, a bit sleepy. I miss cuddles.â
Longing hit him as soon as he saw you. âMe too. I think we need to talk about something though.â
âOh god, you found that white shirt I messed up in the laundry, I swear Iâm super sorry about that, I know you donât want me to do the laundry because you always do thatââ
âItâs not that. Itâs okay by the way, I already knew and itâs not important. Pink is nice, pink is good. I like it. Itâs about ehm⊠I guess Iâll just show you.â He headed for the bedroom, stumbling a little.
âDarling, did you drink?â
âNight with Yoongi.â
âOkayâ you replied warmly.
Turning on the lights, and flipping the camera, you were shockingly faced with your collection of, ahem, toys. âYou found⊠that.â
âYou mean those. As in many. As in a lot.â He replied.
You were suddenly very quiet.
âDo you think our sex life is unsatisfactory?âJinâs voice was low. And very sad.
âNo. It's not⊠Those were before you. Actually I only use them when I canât have you. When youâre busy or abroad or staying at the dorms and too tired to come home. I like what we do. Me and you. But sometimes Iâd want to use them with you. I want to share but you always made me think you were repulsed by the ideaââ
âHow could I possibly be repulsed by the idea of my girlfriend having an orgasm? Tonight Yoongi asked me if you like our intimate life and I didnât fucking know.â
âGreat, Yoongi knows about this⊠Well â also, of course I enjoy it. I love you and I love the way you make love to me, and I've never faked pleasure. Because I feel safe enough that I can tell you âIâm not done yet, pleaseâ and half a second later youâd be knuckles deep inside me while Iâm seeing stars. Pleasure is not an issue, but I wish we had the intimacy to talk about this stuff together. But you always seem so off.â
âDo you have anything with you?â He asked without thinking.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean if you keep all this stuff at home I think you must have brought some piece of your collection with you.â He said, curiosity in his voice, without judgement.
You were confused, surprised by the turn of events. âLemme.â You rummaged in your bedside table, coming up with a small mascara-shaped object.
âIs that a vibrator?â He asked. You nodded. He sat on the bed and started exploring your collection, asking you questions about some of the objects, why you liked them, what was their specific purpose, what sensation did they give you. It didnât take long for him to grow confident and desperate enough to ask you to use your own travel toy while he explored your collection.
Jinâs mouth hanging agape, two nipple suction cups and a tickler running along his inner thighs were a vision you werenât going to forget for a while, especially as he was touching himself and having the time of his life.
Yoongi
He was a mess. A mess and he couldnât wait to get a shower. Though when he entered his apartment he saw the package on the table and he immediately felt a wave of relief as he noticed you hadnât opened it and he had a couple hours before you got home.
He opened the package carefully and immediately went for the instructions, which he read thoroughly and carefully. All he needed to do was relax and let himself get carried away. So he moved to the bedroom, splayed a thick towel and got everything ready. He scrolled through his phone gallery, finding an absolutely anonymous picture (anonymous to anyone but you and him). One of your pretty hands was wrapped around his wrist as he pushed your chin up, the other was at the base of his dick, the tip laying softly between your lips. No details of the picture could ever reconduct it back to the two of you, still, you both knew. Stroking himself, Yoongi started thinking of all the things that he would do to you before he left for the tour and after he got back. All the things you would do for him when he would come back. It didnât take long before the tingling started. Thatâs when he stopped.
Putting on the ring had him clenching his teeth and releasing one very strained breath. Then he got the cylinder ready. Pouring the gel was a difficult â and sensitive â matter. A work of accurate self control. But he was determined and absolutely meticulous in the process. After five minutes he slipped out of the gel mould and finally removed the cockring. Thinking for a second, he put it aside. Could come in handy later.
After making sure that the mould was perfectly dried, he poured the medical silicone in it and let it dry, making sure that the bullet vibrator imprinted the perfect slot for insertion. When the timer rang, he attentively removed the silicone part from the gel mould, surprised by the quality of the result. He immediately knew you would adore it. Especially since you could decide to use as a plain, regular dildo or a vibrating one.
But it wasn't meant to be used yet. So he waited for it to be ready and then he moved it into a classy silken pouch, and with a small smirk he put it into a gift box with a nice little bow on it. He proceeded to hide it somewhere you would never look, inside the highest cabinet in the kitchen. It was empty and unused, so he thought it would be safe enough.
A few weeks later he thought it was time for you to receive your grand prize. You had been exceptionally well-behaved, always respecting his schedule, negotiating peacefully over time zones and daily routines. You had been awfully stressed over the new position you had applied for and when your boss finally confirmed your promotion, you immediately texted Yoongi, knowing that his phone was probably silent or in night mode. When he read the text he knew it was time to celebrate.
"I have a free afternoon, wanna skype?" He texted.
âGimme five minutes, Iâm getting out of the bathtubâ
God, his knees were already weak.
âDid you celebrate?â
âA very solitary celebration. Ordered takeout, made myself a cup of tea and took a bath.â
âLemme see~~~â
You opened the videocall, covered in a fluffy white towel, you hair bundled up.
âHello____â He said, showing you that warm smile of his that made you miss him even more. âCongratulations.â
âHello stranger! Howâs it going? Free afternoon?â
âYeah. Namjoon is out cycling with Jungkook, Tae is visiting a gallery. Hoseok and Jimin are having a spa day. I think Jin is either sleeping or eating.â
âAnd youâre staying in?â
âI thought I could have a nice time with my girlfriend...â He pouted and looked away, a hand nestled at his nape.
âMh, define nice time.â
âIâm not sure but thereâs something in the highest cabinet in the kitchen that might help you understand.â He licked his lower lip in that telltale way of his.
âIs it a surprise? A gift for me?â You headed for the kitchen with a small bounce in your step. As you climbed for the cabinet Yoongi tried to steal a glance of your naked body under the towel. He was borderline embarrassed with himself because of how he was salivating.
You squealed when you found your package and quickly jumped off.
âWhat is it?â
âOpen it, kitten.â He had a dark and fond look in his eyes. It was the gaze that made you feel desired and loved. It was the way he told you he loves you immensely.
You smirked and undid the velvet bow quickly. The silken pouch made you even more curious. You pulled the strings and found a lovely, sober white dildo. The dimensions were to your liking, the lenght and girth feeling familiar on your palm. Yoongi looked at you with intent, waiting for you to realise.
"It looks beautiful, Yoongi."
"Look at the base."
"Oh my god, is that a vibrator?" You exclaimed, surprise and wonder in your eyes. "Dammit, I love you."
"I know, kitten. Do you think you wanna try it, princess?"
Only when you were halfway to your orgasm did you notice the extent of that familiarity, Yoongi's heavy breaths coming from the phone as you both got each other off. "It feels almost like you. The shape and the length and the girth. It's sooo good."
"I made a copy for you. Don't want anything but me inside you." With that you grew even more frantic and let yourself come apart for him.
Hoseok
Looking at you coming apart on the other side of the screen was bliss and torture. Hoseok hated everything about the trip to LA. Hated the fact that it had been unannounced and pretty much unscheduled. Hated the fact that you would be coming back to Seoul after a visit to your parents and he would be gone. Hated the fact that he hadn't had a taste of you in three weeks. He just wanted to feel your mouth on his. He felt like he had a million fantasies and almost no way to make them real.
He had sworn he would never, ever voice his concerns since it would only stress you more, and considered your current state you already had to be pretty coiled. You were at your fourth climax (usually you took a deep breath and stopped after the second) and as you let your back lay down on the bed, you murmured "I miss all of you. God, I miss your hands inside me. I need your tongue everywhere. Promise me we're gonna have one full week of oral when you come back. I miss your weight on my tongue." At this point you were simply crazed out with hormones and sleepiness. "It feels so cold. I feel like crying when you're not here to cuddle me after I cum. It's so lonely." His heart was breaking slowly.
"I miss you too, dear." He needed to do something. "Do you want me to send for you?"
"No, we both have to work. It's okay, I'll make it work. Maybe I could stay with my friends, hang out, spend some time together."Â
"You know you can take my clothes if wearing them helps."
"I don't know, it's sort of bittersweet."
"Just ten days and I'll be there. And then we can hide for a week and I'm gonna fucking feast on you."
You moaned and grunted like a baby, tiredness getting the best of you.
In the meanwhile, Hoseok had already started planning. It took him quite a lot of courage to start browsing. After some comment reading, and tutorials and recommendations he finally decided over the most fitting solution. Out of curiosity he explored further, his head cocked to the side and his brow furrowing over some more complicated and way less obvious objects.
He checked the shipping time and he wasnât even bothered by the shipping fees for a one-day delivery. He checked out and tried to fall asleep. Obviously it was almost impossible.
Little did he know that, though your post-orgasmic slumber, you had just taken a very similar decision with a cute, satisfied smile on your lips.
The following day Hoseok with a puzzled expression collected his mail. Similarly happened to you, surprised to find a package at your residence reception.
With your lips puckered you picked up the package and checked the sender. As you saw Hoseokâs code name you thanked the lobby man and headed for the lift, taking a selfie in the mirror and sending it to Hobi.
âFlowerboyâs been thinking about me. Man, I must have put on quite the show the other night.â
Half a minute later, your phone blipped. âPrincessâs been good and nice. But I must have been a good boy too... Maybe we could both improve our little number tonight. Do not open the box until I tell you.â
âYes, sir. But you must promise me that you wonât open yours either.â
âLove it when you say that. Your wish is my command, princess.â
After dinner you were both itching to call, but you were afraid Hobi had a schedule or a night with the boys.
âWaiting for you, babyâ he texted. Thatâs all you needed to start the call. You were on the sofa in front of your laptop, box on your lap.
âHello ____.â
âHello Hobi! How was your day?â You tried to make some small talk not to seem too eager. He was equally brief.
âCome on, arenât you curious about your mail?â
âWhat about yours?â
âCome on, letâs do it together.â You both tore at the tape and counted to three before opening the lid. Your box was noticeably bigger while Hoseokâs was more discreet, since he had to travel and usually he didnât leave much extra space in his personal luggage.
You blinked a couple times before starting to explore. âYou said you missed my mouth on you. I found this thing that basically does it the way you like, it mimics oral outside and still teases you in the inside with a vibe.â He explained matter-of-factly. âAnd then I got toy cleaner and lube because safety first. Also, I got some stuff for when I come back. Like that ahem- set.â He meant the lingerie. You were speechless. He looked down as he addressed one of the topics that had repeatedly attracted his attention the previous night as he browsed. âI was tempted to get something else, too, but weâve never discussed that, so I think we could talk about it first. I might want to try some mild restraints and I was thinking maybe I would start with something like an hairband, the tie from a robe or a plain simple tie for men. A ribbon. If youâre interested.â He was very serious and mature about this, stating his proposition and giving you enough space to step back, always the caring and responsible partner.
Still, Hoseok had repeatedly proved being an absolute freak behind closed doors and you could barely contain yourself at the mention of mild bondage. If it were for you, you would already be lying down with your wrists cuffed to the bedpost. Still-
âI think I wanna give it a try.â
âYeah, and if we like it we can turn it up a notch and get something a bit bolder.â
âOf course.â You tried to process the content of your package. It wasnât bad. Quite the contrary. But you were actually thinking about Hoseok buying this stuff, your sunshine boy Hobi browsing through sex toys websites and choosing based on what you liked and what he wanted to see you doing. âWhat about your gift?â
âOh these! God I almost thought of buying them! Baby, you read my mind!â His smile was radiant and you felt appreciation flow through him towards you.
âItâs a set of six pockets, they have different textures, patterns and levels of softness. I thought you needed something small for when you travel, that you can use under the shower and that helps you relieve your stress.â
âThatâs my baby, so considerate.â
âAlso, toy cleanser and strawberry lube because I know your tastes.â
âYou know me so well. Maybe we should just get them washed and get the party started?â
âWith pleasure.â
Indeed.
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dong sicheng x reader // 3.7k words // masterlist // send requests here
summary; in which sicheng keeps writing in the books at the library and it should be obvious but thatâs,,, not,,, allowed???
warnings: none its just fluff, theres some humour if u like,, squint
requested; yes :D -Â âEnemies to lovers đ with sicheng? Love your writing btw đâ from anon
notes; based on this prompt:Â âYouâve got to stop returning books full of corrections and spiteful comments in red pen bc I canât stop reading them and my boss gives me disapproving glares when I laugh at the funny ones
ohhhhh boi
so while you were at uni you had a part time job at the library
because surprise surprise as a lit major you like books
shocker there
you always tried to work the late shifts, closing up and doing the returns
just because it was easy and relaxing organising and restacking the books
but soon you wished you took the earlier shifts
because of dong sicheng
not to be dramatic but
your long rival
he started coming to the library to borrow books
because thatâs kind of the point of a library
but he ended up liking the environment for studying
and would stay there for hours just to study
and youâd admire his hardworking nature
if he left on time, that is
you would do the rounds ten minutes before closing
just to tell everyone like
âhey, weâll be closing in around ten minutes if you want to begin packing upâ
but this bitch
would nEVER PACK UP ON TIME
youâd end up standing at his table with your bag and the keys in your hand
tapping on the wood to try and get his attention
and him slowly packing up afterwards
even tho he kNOWS you want to go home
âyouâre just as slow as you were in kindergarten hey?â
and heâd be so furious
âyou know you cheatedâ
âI donât remember any such thingâ
and maybe you did maybe you didnât
you were like four years old
as if youâd remember a race you won when you were that age
he just rolls his eyes and leaves as you lock the doors
you leave in the other direction
happily leaving him behind
but he stops by every Monday Tuesday and Thursday night to study
which are the days you work as well
he acts like itâs just part of his scheduleÂ
but he worked out if he came in on Wednesdayâs he didnât have the opportunity to annoy you
and honestly?
annoying you at the end of your shift and after a long session of studying was the highlight of his night
but he keeps borrowing books
and youâre like
whatever
until he borrows this new book youâve been wanting to read for ages
and you were low-key so bitter
this lil bitch has no way of knowing you wanted that book but somehow he does and thatâs the only reason heâs borrowed it
even though,, he literally had no idea lmao
tbh u probably would have wanted to talk to him about the books he reads bc u have very similar taste
okay the same taste
but heâs such an asshole ur like nah fam
anyways he returns it after a week
boy reads fast ok
and when he goes to drop it in the returns box
you just take it from his hand and scan it under your name straight away
and put it under the desk so no one else can borrow it
and when thereâs a lull in the work at the library
you reach under the table for the book and rifle through it
and you notice a few pencil marks
and upon further inspection you realise theyâre comments referencing certain parts of the book
and you do nOT stand for vandalism
but some of them are fuckin hilarious not gonna lie
on the page you just happened to open
you can see thereâs a comment beside a passage of text depicting a fight scene
âthis would kill someone wtfâ
and u laugh and wonder who had done this
like the book had only been out for a little while
and u finish it in just less than a week
bc u read a lot during your shifts
probably a lot more than you should tbh
and seriously the comments made the book better
you hadnât laughed so hard at random commentary so much
like the words were exactly what you were thinking
you couldnt help it
while ur putting some of the books back in the middle of your shift
!!!! you see another book that u might like !!!Â
not to judge a book by its cover butttttttt
it looks like ur type oop-
and after flipping through it
to get an idea of font size and chapter length cause ur a whole nerd like that
u see it ALSO has pencil markings
in the borders and underlining sentences
and without even thinking u borrow it
just to read the funny comments again
and ur boss comes up to you during your shift and is like
âhave you seen someoneâs been writing in the books? look at thisâ
and thrusts a book in ur face
and ur like ??????? okay chill Iâll look
and u read the writing sheâs pointing at
the familiar loopy handwriting adorning the page
and it says âI hope she throws her drink in his faceâ
when u read the paragraph for context
u realise itâs a confession scene
a few lines down the mystery person has written âcalled it.â
and u canât help but laugh
like come on that was funny
but ur boss doesnât agree
she just asks you to find out whoâs doing it so they can be suspended from the library
or charged with vandalism
or something
she wants vengeance
u roll ur eyes and go to one of the staff computers
scrolling through the lists of borrowers for that specific book
and itâs a fuckin library that book has been borrowed a loT
2031 times ???????????????
you almost fall of your chair tbh
then someone clears their throat in front of u
and u immediately apologise as u try and get the right tab up to process the borrowerâs book
but once u look at the person in front of u
you wish you hadnât been so nice
sicheng stands in front of you
a grin on his face as he hands you another book
smug bitch is so happy he startled u
âlooking at porn on the library computer, yn?â
u laugh
âIâm not u in 8th gradeâ
he glares at you as he takes his book and goes back to his desk to continue studying
u were soooo hoping heâd leave
even tho u kinda enjoyed looking at him
like dude was hot okay
what were u supposed to do????
ur actual job????
please.
so he stays
and when itâs ten minutes til closing
u go and let everyone know
and u stop at sichengs table
and heâs writing out notes or something
idk itâs not like u care anyway lol
but heâs lowkey frustrated bc he keeps messing up this one goddamn formula
so he erases it
and thatâs when u catch a glimpse of his handwriting
and bruh am I high or is that the exact same handwriting as in the books
I mean he has borrowed a few of the books
and heâs into that genre
not that you've checked out his borrowed list or anything
basically ur having this whole conversation with yourself in your head
bc ur cool like that
and heâs like ????? why this bitch standing over my shoulder and watching me write out this equation
until heâs like âwhat are u doingâ
and ur like !!!!! oh hi !!! sorry I was busy listening to the voices in my head lmao xD
jk jk
âhave u been writing in the booksâ
and suddenly heâs super shy
and he has this massive grin
and heâs like ânoâ
bitch we know it was u stfu
u roll ur eyes and ur like âits not funny my boss wants you to be suspendedâ
he squints at you
âhow do you even know it was meâ
and then:
âDO YOU HAVE E V I D E N C Eâ
and u cross your arms
like a badass bitch
and ur like âI have plenty of evidence actuallyâ
âfor one, youve borrowed all the books that have been found with writingâ
âand your handwriting matchesâ
subconsciously he covers his notebook with his arm to hide his handwriting
and he's like âwhy are u telling me thisâ
you're taken aback by the question tbh
like ?????? to be a good person ??????
idk u fuckwit just wanted to warn you
âthought you'd want to knowâ
and he just turns back to his book
and you shrug and walk away like ok get suspended then see if I care
but u do :((
but as you walk away hes like
âwaitâ
âIm gonna be suspended??â
and u nod like ye that's what I just said but ok
âlike I cant borrow or I cant come in at all?â
u don't know tbh
âboth I think?â
and suddenly there's panic in his eyes
another person walks past u and thanks u
and u mindlessly tell them to have a good night as they leave
everyone has left
except sicheng of course
that beautiful son of a-
wait why did u say beautiful
âwhat can I do to nOT get suspended??â
and u shrug bc idk dude not my problem
but then u think about it
âI mean if u get rid of the evidence theres no way u can be suspended, right?â
and he seems so happy at the thought
âwould you help me? please?â
and ur sooooooo skeptical
âdepends. what do u want to me to do?â
âI mean I need access to the books soâ
âyeah ill let u in and outâ
âI can't exactly just erase the markings when people could be watchingâ
and that's exactly how you end up sitting in the library with dong sicheng at 11pm at night rifling through books to find odd pencil markings to erase
it wasnt that hard
u just got his record up
*snorts* âyou borrowed âhow to talk to girlsâ when we were thirteenâ
and he just rolled his eyes and marched to the computer like âyou can see my record I deserve to see yoursâ
and ur like NOOOOOO nononononono
but later
âyou've read all the light-fighter novels??â
he looks at you from where hes searching for one of the books on the list, an eyebrow raised
âyeah whyâ
âdude,, I loved those booksâ
and he smiles a little
âthats where I started marking the books tbh, every time I read it id add a little cross in the corner of the cover bc I read it so oftenâ
part of u is a little impressed
the other is annoyed at how similar your taste in books is
but the first part keeps asking why u hate him so much
other than the staying late and the snarky comments
which you actually find kinda funny-
anyways
once you've gathered up a few of the books
like at least ten each
you sit on the floor of the childrens section
beanbags sprawled out beneath you as u read through some of the books
most of them you've read before
and every time you giggle at something hes written his smile gets a little bigger
but of course youre looking at the book so you dont notice
and he keeps his head down
âis it bad that im hungryâ
you lift your head from the book to look at sicheng
hes not even reading anymore hes just lounging back on the beanbags
and maybe he'd been watching u read
watching as the smile on your face grew wider at his commentary
âI didnt see you leave tonight. have u eaten?â
you furrow your brows in thought, trying to recall having seen him leave
âyou been watching me, y/n?â
âhave you been eating, sicheng?â
and there's something about the way you say his name that makes his heart jump
his voice is soft as he looks at you in the dark
ânoâ
you focus back on the book in front of you
âfinish whatever book youre on and weâll call it a nightâ
âwhat, you wanna go eat?âÂ
you cant tell if hes just surprised or if hes hopeful
or something else
âno but I do want to sleepâ
you laugh and he forces a laugh too
you dont notice the difference
when you've returned all the books
he meets you at the front door as you grab the book you'd been reading that shift
hes just standing by the door on his phone
and maybe its bc ur tired or maybe its just him
but u cant help thinking
Jesus Christ this boy is attractive
and okay maybe u had a crush on him a few years ago
but hey! you were eleven what could u do
the crush still lasted like two years tho lmao
but u shoulder your bag and open the door for him
making sure to lock it carefully
and he walks with you in the direction of your apartment
and ur like oh u live this way too?
and hes like nah
but what kind of boy would he be if he didnt accompany home
like christ y/n u could be h u r t out here at this time of night
but you just smile at him bc wow thats ??? actually ??? kinda sweet
âwho are u and what have u done with dong sichengâ
and there goes his heart again
he just nudges u with his elbowÂ
and u laugh at him and continue on ur way
when u get to ur building he thanks u for ur help in the most polite way possible
and u can kind of see that hes actually rlly nice ??? how ???
but hes back at the library the next day
and of course he comes up to the counter as soon as he spots you
sneaking around a few desks so u dont hear him come up behind you to whisper âBOO!â in your ear
you jump like three feet in the air and spin around to tell him to get out from behind the desk
âI dont see a nametag on u that means u have to be on THAT side of the desk thank u very muchâ
âdidnt realise your name tag said bitch on it geeeez y/n ://â
and u just fix him with a glare once hes finally on the right side
âare u borrowing a book or notâ
ânuPâ
he leans on the desk
his eyes staring straight into yours
âjust wanted to ask if u were able to stay back tonightâ
you roll ur eyes
you'd barely gotten any sleep last night
but the look of concern on his face when he realises youre hesitating makes you nod
âof course,, wouldnt want my least favourite person to get kicked outâ
âI always knew you had a soft spot for meâ
you roll ur eyes aGAiN
âgo bother someone elseâ
âoh is the hot librarian in?â
you push him away from the desk
but he doesnt miss the faint smile on ur lips
âsicheng dont make me give you $100 in overdue book feesâ
he sticks his hands up at the threat, his eyes wide
âno. please. ill do anythingâ
when u raise an eyebrow at him, he just grabs the book you'd been reading (and not yet borrowed) and walks away
and he winks too
u have to stop your heart from beating out of its chest
and later
its 8pm and the library is officially closing
and for the past three hours you'd been walking to sichengâs desk and subtly been trying to steal your book back
but every single time hes seen you coming
and pulled the book under the desk or into his lap
away from your grabbing hands
every. single. time.
you tap your foot impatiently at him when its time to continue ur undercover project
and he smiles down at his notebook when he hears u huff in annoyance at him
he dramatically looks up at you
âdo you need something?!â
âdo you want to get suspended?!â
he narrows his eyes at you but stands up anyway
he carefully puts his things in his bag and takes the list of books from your hands
a few of them are already crossed out as having been checked and erased
but theres still a lot to go
it takes you almost three weeks to finally get to the last day
and it had been the same thing every time;
sicheng took forever to pack up
you'd eventually find about ten books each
sit in the childrenâs section
laugh and chat about your lives while you went through the books
tease each other
and when you'd finished,
he'd walk you home
every single time
without fail
it became a habit that on the Tuesdays he'd stop by on his way to his morning class to drop coffee off for you
because he'd kept you up the night before
and it became easy to lose track of time with sicheng
he was just so engaging
there was no part of you that felt bored or uncomfortable with him
yeah he was annoying and infuriating
but his good book taste made up for it
and his annotations in the margins of the books too
âis this the last of them?â
he squints down at the page again, counting the books on the table again
its the third time hes counted
âsurely ive read more than thisâ
ânot from this library ://â
you blow your hair out from your face and look down at the pile
âyou know, I think my manager is starting to get really suspicious of meâ
âwhyâ he looks up briefly from his book to read your face
but you try and remain calm
âwell she only told me about the markings right. and now theyre disappearingâ
he looks at you like ?????
âwell she knows ive been closing up late... I think she thinks I did itâ
he laughs âyou? has she met you?â
you pout and throw a pillow at him
âHEY! what's that supposed to mean :((â
âit means ive never met someone who's so protective over books as youâ
you think about it, chewing ur bottom lip
âlets just finish thisâ
âdo u want to get food afterâ
he surprises you with the sudden question
and the slight nervousness thats evident on his face really makes you want to say yes
but you have a class tomorrow
and you always try and finish up here earlier on a Thursday night
âcant :((â
he nods and goes back to readng
theres silence for a while
but you find it comfortable
sicheng on the other hand, feels as though hes just been shot down
like
you just turned down his date
you've kinda noticed hes more reserved now
quiet
but rlly hes just kind of embarrassed
until u say something that gives him hope
âI,, uh, I dont have plans tomorrow nightâ
and ngl boy is stunned
âjust if u wanted to go see a movie or something idkâ
now its ur turn to be embarrassed
u hope ur hair is hiding ur face as u look back down at the book in ur lap bc no doubt ur blushing
but sicheng is just staring at you
and
before even saying anything
he leans over the gap between you
with all the books
and hovers in front of your face
ur so shocked and ur heart is beating way too hard and fast and ur breathing is too quick to be normal are you having an attack I dont know-
and then he leans forward a little bit more
and his lips meet yours
and suddenly its like a fireworks display went off inside you
and then its almost midnight on a Thursday night and ur sitting in the children's section of your workplace in the beanbags with sicheng cupping ur face and kissing you
he just really needed to kiss you
like more than he needed air
and when u finally pull back
he loves how breathless you are
how you have to fight to keep the smile off your face
how you stare at him with wide eyes
âso its a date then?â
you blush even redder
and nod
âye its a date :))â
but for the next fifteen minutes you sit in stunned silence together
small smiles playing on your faces
until u look at your watch and ur like
âshit sicheng I have to goâ
and his eyes widen bc holy crap u were supposed to leave like half an hour ago
so u both sprint around the library trying to put all the books back
and he meets you at the door again after you've grabbed the keys and made sure everything that needed to be locked was,,, u know,, locked
and when ur walkign to the door again
hes on his phone
u cant see but hes texting his friends about what happened lmao what a softie
and when u walk out together
without thinking he grabs your hand
and u walk home
hand in hand
after midnight
he clears his throat
âso uh,, when actually is our dateâ
âmy last class ends at 5-â
âso 5 it isâ
âare u sure??â
he nods happily
and he presses a gentle kiss to ur forehead when u get to ur doorstep
âill see u tomorrowâ
but the next day
when u come out of your last class
a little giddy
a little too excited
and see him leaning against one of the stone pillars
effortlessly handsome
you feel your heart flip
and maybe ur just tired or maybe its him
but hes really attractive
like really really attractive
its actually just that youre in love with him
he doesnt see you coming
too focused on something on his phone
but he definitely sees you when you push his hand out to the side and step onto ur toes to kiss him
and u can feel him smile a little as he kisses you back
âready for that date?â
âyeah, where are we goingâ
âso I was thinking we could go to the libra- HEY! dont hit me I was j o k i n g y/n jesus christâ
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Two Opposites, But Two Losers: Chapter Two -Â Fancy Running Into You Here
Chapter One, Chapter Three,Â
Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak is a first-year medical student trying to start off on the right foot, but being up all night to study and pull through on his assignments increases his need for coffee; this is where he meets his âfavoriteâ new barista, Richie Tozier: an art student with bad habits. (I will specify a possible trigger in the chapter titles if it calls for one).
Pairings: Eddie x Richie, Ben x Beverly, Stan x Patty, Bill x Audra, Bill x Mike
Read on Ao3: Here
Art History certainly wasnât Richieâs top subject, in fact, if his graduation criteria wasnât requiring it he would have skipped the class all together. The class had a test today, and Richie was sure that he had failed it for the sole reason he kept erasing and redoing almost all of his answers, even though in the end he usually kept the original answer he had in the first place. Words could not describe how frustrated that made Richie; did he make the right choices with his answers? Did he royally fuck up? Bev was right, he shouldâve been studying instead of going out every night⊠Maybe heâd stay in all week to study. ...Right. Richie told himself that every week but never stuck with it.
You fucked up, why didnât you just fucking study, you stupid fucking- Richieâs thoughts got cut off as soon as he looked up from the floor, noticing the familar figure walking across the t-hallway, not even glancing Richieâs way. Any and all negative thoughts Richie had were brushed aside, a huge smile on his face as he had a new goal at the moment. He needed to pick on Eddie again. Richie squirmed his way through the group of people in the hallway, racing to catch up to the shorter man, minding his own business, not aware that he was about to be bombarded by a trashmouth.
âMorning Bird!â Richie said loudly, causing everyone in the hallway to turn and look at him, not sure who he was referring to, but certainly gave him that youâre insane look.
Recognizing the voice made Eddie physically cringe, gripping his backpack strap so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He closed his eyes for just a moment, letting out a sigh before opening them again just as Richie managed to catch up with him.
âWhatâs up!â Richie said just as loudly as he did when he called for him.
Eddie couldnât help himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he couldnât believe how loud this man could possibly be. He was acting as if he had way too much coffee, which wouldnât surprise Eddie considering the fact that Richie worked in a fucking coffee shop. He probably got too much free coffee to keep him awake for the entire day. Just spending the short amount of time with Richie this morning had exhausted Eddie, how in the hell did he manage to run into him here, in one of the hundreds of hallways on campus?
âOn my way to classâŠâ Eddie mumbled, he could physically feel peopleâs eyes on him and he didnât like it at all. He hated having all the attention on him, he felt more inclined to fuck something up and trip over his own feet.
Itâs as though Richie couldnât pick up on how Eddie was feeling, as he continued the conversation as if nothing was awkward for him or anything.
âOh yeah?â Richie started, âwhat class ya got, Morning Bird?â
âBehavioral Sciences⊠And would you stop calling me that? Itâs almost two in the afternoon.â
Shit, was it really? Richie checked the smart-watch on his wrist. He couldnât believe that, it felt like time was going by quickly today.
He laughed. âWhat else am I supposed to call you?â
God, was he annoying⊠It was as though he only had one volume setting on his voice.
Eddie couldnât help but roll his eyes at his ridiculous question. âI dunno⊠my name?â As annoyed as Eddie was trying to act, he was lowkey trying to hold back his small smile. There was no way Richie would be able to remember his name from way back of this morning, especially how busy the Harvest usually got around eight in the morning. Just to hear him trip up would make Eddieâs day.
âAh, okay, Eds.â Seeing Eddie frown at the nickname made Richie chuckle, he always had a natural talent for pissing people off just being twisting their names around. Well, in general he had a talent to piss people off, that was his favorite trait.
âDonât call me that.â
âAww, cheer up Ed-â even before Richie could finish his sentence, Eddie glared at him, giving him that choose my name carefully look. âEddie,â Richie finished, a smile still on his face.
âDonât you have somewhere to be?â
âNope! Yâknow, I never asked⊠whatâs your major?â
âIâm⊠actually in med school.â
Honestly? Richie was shocked to hear that. He had saw Eddie as someone who would be majoring in engineering. Maybe computer science, but med school? That was so fucking cool. Richie certainly couldnât keep focus on schooling that long to become a doctor, but anyone who could was amazing.
âOh⊠wow. Thatâs awesome!â Eddie looked up at Richie, shocked at his answer. âSo youâre going to be a doctor or some shit?â
Eddie smiled and nodded, and as soon as he did, Richie started rambling away about how cool that was, how he could never do that, but it was awesome that Eddie was able to do it. Eddie wasnât used to praise from anyone besides his professors about how he was doing in school, lord knows he barely had any support when choosing his major in high school. His mom hated the fact he wanted to become a doctor, in fact, when he had mentioned that med school was on his choice for majors she went insane. She had tried to do everything she could to try to convince him to pick literally anything else, going as far as to attempting to bribe him to switch by offering to pay for his entire schooling as long as he chose anything else. Just because she was a hypochondriac and turned Eddie into a hypochondriac his entire childhood didnât mean she could dictate his entire life; but in high school, Eddie decided that he wanted to help people, to reassure people that everything would be okay and he could fix them. Anytime Eddie called home just to check up on his mother he wasnât able to mention school at all, otherwise she would get extremely passive aggressive, turning the conversation into making sure Eddie was making the right choice for his future. Â
âWhat about you?â Eddie asked Richie once he stopped his rambling, âWhatâs your major?â
Richie laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. âAh⊠mineâs not as exciting as your thing.â
âI didnât ask that, I asked what your major was.â
Well, Richie was taken aback by how snappy Eddie could be, it was cute though. He smiled at the smart ass remark, though.
âGraphic design, not sure what I want to do with it, but⊠ehâŠâ he shrugged, readjusting the single strapped backpack that was around his torso. âArtâs my thing.â Eddieâs walk slowed to a stop in front of a classroom, causing Richie to smile even bigger. âLooks like I just walked you to your class.â
âDonât make a habit of this, Richie.â Â
âUhhuh, uhhuhâŠ. Iâll see ya later, Morning Bird!â Richie made sure to say it loudly so everyone already in the classroom would hear him, they turned their heads to see who was coming inside the classroom after that.
Eddie discreetly flipped him off as he made his way into the classroom, his face turning pink from the embarrassment of everyone looking at him. Well, that was going to make class more interesting. People on the other side of the earth could probably hear Richie and his big fucking mouth.
As Richie walked away, he pulled out his phone from his back pocket. As usual, the first thing he did whenever he unlocked his phone was go to his messaging app, texting Beverly. He texted her, asking her where she was and what she was doing right now, as he could never remember her schedule during the week or what classes she has going on. To be fair, most things go through one ear and out the other for Richie, it was something most people had to deal with when getting close to him, accepting that he will forget a lot of things.
He was about to lock his phone and put it back in his pocket, but Bev began texting back immediately, the three dots were underneath his text on the screen. Richie moved with his back against the brick wall, staying out of the way so others could walk past him in the hallway while he waited for a text back. He stared at it, waiting anxiously to see what she had to say.
-Layinâ down with ben, her text had said.
So she mustâve not had class today⊠That, or she skipped class to spend time with her boyfriend. Ben worked 3rd shift as a campus guard, Richie couldnât understand why there needed to be a 3rd shift campus guard walking around the grounds at night, but whatever paid the billsâŠ
-wanna get lunch of somethinâ? i got some tea for ya.
-đ should we meet at harvest?
 Obviously it was a joke, but Richie still audibly groaned just thinking about hanging out there while not on the clock.
-đĄ no we have to go somewhere with good food
-đ
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There was an amazing sub shop that was just off campus that Richie and Bev had agreed to meet at. Of course, Richie was there first, he was anxious to tell Bev about how he âwalkedâ Eddie to class. Besides that though, Richie wanted to spend time with his best friend. Well, no, Bev was more like his sister than his best friend and everyone knew that. They were those annoying best friends who posted each other on Snapchat and Instagram nonstop, but at the same time some people were like âI wish I had a friendship like that.â Nobody really knew what theyâve been through together that made them this close, and it was likely that nobody would ever know that side of Richie anyways.
The two have sat at a table, their food sitting in front of them, but Richie couldnât focus on eating as he was busy readjusting the many bracelets on his wrists and bouncing his leg. That was the first sign to Bev that something was wrong with him. Although, she couldnât tell if he was anxious or excited, as he acted the same for either or.
âWhatâs your problem?â Bev asked him before taking a bite into her sandwich.
âHm?â Richie hummed, snapping out of his many, many thoughts. He had almost forgotten that he was the one who invited her out because he had some tea. âOh, nothinâ...â
âBullshit. You know better than to lie to me, Trashmouth.â She grabbed a piece of lettuce that was on her tray, throwing it at him so it got stuck in his hair. Richie fished it out before throwing it back at her. âYou said you had tea for me, Iâm not hearing any tea.â
âRemember that guy that came in earlier?â Richie asked quickly, trying to contain the smile he wanted to let free.
âMany guys come in, Richie, and you have heart eyes for almost all of them.â
âExcuse me, I do not.â Bev didnât say anything, she just rolled her eyes waiting for him to get to the point and be more specific. âNo, Iâm talking about the guy from waaay earlier in the morning.â
âThe one you kept calling cute?â
âYes!â He waved his fingers, pointing at her, âthat one!â
âWhat about him?â
âI saw him after class and I walked him to his class.â
Bev groaned. âDid you walk him to his class or did you follow him?â
âHeâs so cute, dude,â Richie said as he sat up, shaking both of his hands so the bracelets fell down to the base of his hands.
âYou need a man.â
âI fucking knooooow. Morning Bird is in med school, Bev. Med school.â
âSo heâs too smart for you, got it. Better luck trying to find something else.â
âBitch, fuck you.â
They flipped each other off before sitting in silence once more. Richie didnât know what else to say, from what he was implying Bev was telling him⊠she was right. There would be no fucking way Eddie would want to be with someone like him. Hell, the way he freaked out when he saw Richie smoking outside during his small break was evidence of that. Eddie thought smoking was gross, and he was right, even Richie thought smoking was gross, but no matter how many times he had tried to quit in the past it didnât matter as he went right back to his old habits. They were scrolling through their phones now, but Bev couldnât help but notice that Richie kept mindlessly itching his forearm that was covered by the long sleeve shirt underneath his t-shirt.
âSo, how are things going, Rich?â Bev asked in complete seriousness.
Richie knew how serious she was being because that was the only time she called in Rich instead of Richie, or Trashmouth, or literally anything else.
He shook his head lightly, dropping his hands to the table, locking his phone screen. ââm fine,â he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. He had to look back up to her when he felt that she was giving him that serious look she gave when she knew he wasnât telling the complete truth. âI am! Iâm fine!â
âAlright, alright!â She held her hands up to him, âI didnât say anything. But⊠you know you can talk to me about-â
âI know. I appreciate it.â
Richie began anxiously fiddling with the phone in his hands, waiting for a specific notification to come through. He honestly didnât want to have this conversation again, especially in a public place, it would just take one person overhearing it and Richie would refuse to ever show his face around campus again. Bev was a total sweetheart, she was there for Richie through thick and thin, as he was there for her too, but sometimes she asked about this specific problem too much. Not like Richie would ever tell her to stop trying to help, but it would clear he would be uncomfortable with the conversation.
The phone finally vibrated in Richieâs hand, causing his heart to do a flip in his chest as he sat up quickly, unlocking his phone to see a text message with no contact name with only a single character in the text box.
-?
âI gotta go,â Richie said quickly, standing up before Bev could even process what was going on.
âWhere do you have to be thatâs so damn important?â She asked as Richie was throwing his backpack strap over his torso, shoving his phone in his back pocket.
âGotta meet up with my project partner,â he leaned down, kissing Bevâs cheek. That was something theyâve always done as best friends. âIâll see ya later, Molly Ringwald.â
âFuck you, Trahsmouth.â
Richie waved as he quickly left the sub shop, Bev watching sadly after him. She had a strong gut feeling that there was no project partner. She hated accusing and thinking that Richie was doing this shit again, but after what happened she couldnât help itâŠ
Bev unlocked her phone, opening up their next door neighbor, Stanâs, text messages.
- i think richies slipping again could you talk to him?
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Richie had walked across campus and then some just to meet up with his âproject partner.â Yeah, that was such a good fucking cover up⊠Richie could tell that Bev didnât really believe him or his lies and he felt like such an asshole for lying to her but he couldnât help it anymore. He looked over his shoulder as he walked through the main parking lot where hundreds of cars were parked, but picking out which car he was looking for wasnât that difficult of a task. In fact, Richie could recognize that crappy red car from anywhere as it was facing away from the campus building so nobody would make out who the driver was.
When Richie walked up to the car, he didnât even knock on the window or anything to get the drivers attention, instead, he just opened the passengers side door and slid inside, closing the door behind him. In the driver's seat sat Henry Bowers; it was no secret that Henry and Richie fucking hated each others guts, but they needed each other so they would just suck it up for the time being. They had been partnered up for a project about a year ago, but stuck together, lowkey meeting up since Henry became Richieâs dealer; a known dealer at that, and Richie was his best customer.
âDid ya miss me?â Richie asked playfully, a smile on his face.
âShut up, faggot.â
Richie shrugged the insult off. Henry had called him that so many times it lost any and all meaning.
âI want Pepsi,â Richie gave his overused, failed attempt at a joke. Henry only glared at him, looking like he was about ready to punch him in the jaw. âGet it? Youâre supposed to say-â
âI get the fucking joke, Tozier. Especially since you make the joke every fucking time.â
Richie swung the backpack around, pulling out one-hundred dollars he kept at the bottom of all the junk in there. He dropped it on the center console so nobody who was possibly lurking around out in the parking lot could see them exchanging money. Normally, as his own rule, Henry would check everybodyâs money, but since RIchieâs money was always good he didnât feel the need to. From underneath his seat, Henry pulled out a brown paper lunch bag, handing it over to Richie underneath the view of the windshield who immediately shoved it into his backpack.
âSo⊠got any plans later?â Richie only asked him because he knew it pissed him off.
âGet the fuck out of my car.â
âRight,â he said quickly, getting out of the car like he was instructed to do. He waved obnoxiously to Henry before making his way back to the apartment to get what he paid for.
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dating jungwoo
‷ idk why but jungwoo always gives me the softest, innocent vibe and thatâs why heâll forever be my bb
how you started dating
so i wasnât sure if to make this an idol au or not but i finally settled for idol because iâm going for that ârealisticâ feel, lol
how you two met? well it was actually predebut when jungwoo used to work at a cafĂ©Â
you know, to get that extra cash because being a trainee isnât the eaiest thing
and you frequented that café since it was pretty near to where you lived
you often saw jungwoo because youâd come during his shift and heâd always give you a warm smileÂ
you couldnât explain but he was just so welcoming and warm-hearted unlike the other other employees so that was definitely fresh
before you learnt his name you had deemed him âthe cute worker with the pretty smileâ
seriously, every time he handed you your drink, his cute little smile would appear and your heart basically melted everytime
but tbh, anyone would melt at his smile, itâs precious, okay?
and after handing you your drink, heâd never fail to wish you a good day and ahh !!!
anyway, this continued on for a while until you didnât even have to tell him your order anymore and heâd just have your drink and name there whoosh
he just knew that well
so you were kinda getting tired of this back and forth and wanted to get to know him better
you did the obvious bc youâre a smart person and slipped him your number when you were giving him a tip and walked away smugly
the look on his face was priceless
yes, weâd have a sh00k jungwoo because, wow, you gave him your number ??
now, now jungwoo is a bit shy so itâd take him a bit to actually text you but when he does youâre basically a candy who just got candy
but look, this boy contemplated what he was gonna say for way too long and spent majority of the time fiddling with his phone
you would never have seen someone type and erase as much as he wouldâve then
ây/n, right? wanna meet up soon? this is jungwoo btwâ
âsure,, any specific time? iâm free this weekâ
sure you may have sounded cool in your reply but your were actually just dead inside bc jungwoo !! texted !! you !!
when he sees your reply though, he would be relieved and text you the details
the two of you would kinda just drift into texting cute, soft emojis for the rest of the day
jungwoo is a bit.. clueless.. so it probably wouldnât seem like a big deal to him unlike you who was practically combusting
p.s: it seems youâve developed a crush on him,, but to be fair who wouldnât?
anyway, we can fast forward to when you two actually do meet up, itâs a small bistro and everything is pretty casualÂ
jungwoo is a bit nervous but so are you so that leads to nervous giggles every second but you two manage through
it was a pretty, nice and calming âdateâ tbh and you guys started to do it more often
um yeah, that basically meant that your crush on jungwoo was getting bigger
i mean, the boy told you so much about himself already and same for you, you learnt he was a trainee, etc, etc and it just felt you got really close to him
but you werenât sure if he liked you too since he was a bit odd with his actions
tbh i donât think he was even planning to tell you because he was sure that it was you who didnât like him
letâs all give a huge round of applause to his boss lol get it boss? no? okay bye sorry who told you that he knew jungwoo definitely liked you too
sorry, but basically everyone in the cafe knew about you two
and with a little courage from your friends, you found it in yourself to confess
better take no for an answer than never know, right?
so one day you called jungwoo outside and told him that you needed to talk to him and yes that kid was nervous
âI.. I kind of really like you.â
Heâd be so shocked that he wouldnât reply which would make you s c a r e d but then he gets all excited and relieved
âI kind of really like you too!â he was a bit too enthusiastic
and the rest is historyÂ
i made this too long, oops
jungwoo as a boyfriend
we all know that jungwoo is some kind of precious human being that needs to be protected at all costs
yes
well, youâre that human being to him now
idk but we all know how heâs always smiling, well people would be starting to wonder how his cheeks arenât hurting at how much he smiles when heâs around you
he always looks at you with so much affection in his eyes, itâs unreal
itâs that â get you a man who looks at you the way *insert* looks at *insert*â meme
so your relationship is basically two angels protecting each other
talking about soft, idk man but this would be one of the purest, softest things for anyone to watch, your interactions would be down right precious
oh gosh, iâm already squealing, jungwoo, i see him legit defining boyfriend goals
like he would spoil the shit out of you and give you whatever you wanted, even if you didnât ask for it
youâd be telling him it wasnât necessary but he wouldnât listen to you
i feel like heâd use that as a way to express himself since physical expression wouldnât be something that heâs best at
oh yes and taking it slow and making sure youâre comfortable is one of his biggest concerns too
he absolutely doesnât wanna rush you to do anything that you donât wanna
as for pda, i donât think jungwoo would go too far
he seems like the kind of person, no matter how long youâve been together, to just enjoy soft hand-holding
yeah, your fingers are always intertwined, itâs basically the signature thing in your relationship now
even when you two are alone,he still isnât the b i g g e s t displayer of affection
you can expect a shit ton of hugs from this one too, and no, i donât mean those short, seemingly meaningless ones
iâm talking jungwoo style kms with full on embracing, neck snuggling and even some butterfly neck/face kisses on the occasion
his arms would be so tight yet gentle around you
iâm telling you !! this boy treats you as if you were made of legitimate porcelain
as for kisses, i feel like heâs too shy to out right kiss you, especially at the beginning of the relationship so your gonna have to ask or initiate
after heâs more comfortable though, kisses may still be shy but he isnât afraid to do it himself
his displays of affection are actually the sweetest, like he has the gentlest hands, and does the cutest things, youâd swear he just stepped out of a romance novel
he has actually made a scrap book with all of your couple pics for you
iâm wrecking my bias list help
heâs a cuddler 100% so you can expect a lot of that from him
especially due to the fact that heâd prefer simple dates or those ones where you can just stay at home
you can seriously expect to lie in bed and just be happy with the otherâs presence.
but itâs not like that everyday kind of cuddling, heâd prefer that once in a while, significant cuddle session
plus i can see him being really talkative, i donât think heâd wanna cuddle in silence and most conversation topics would be pretty deep
maybe about your guysâ future since he doesnât plan to break up soon or ever at that
his favourite position is you beside him with his arm around you so that he could look at your face and every little detail on it
donât be surprised if you suddenly feel his hand under your shirt !! he just does that innocentlyÂ
heâs the boy thatâd space out while looking at you because he actually canât get over your beauty
â how did i get so lucky ? â
heâd think that all the time
sometimes his hand is already going to brush a strand of your hair from your face before he even notices what heâs doing
yeah, itâs something that he does pretty often too
jungwoo also really cares about the little things, just enjoying small talk
like everyday you can expect him to ask how your day was and if you were okay
on that occasion that you were pissed, heâd freak because he wouldnât be sure what to do but jungwoo being the good listener that he is, i feel like heâd just let you vent
heâd let you vent all you want while rubbing your back, not saying anything
after, heâd probably offer to make your favourite food/drink or suggest you two do something that he knew youâd enjoy
or maybe sing you one of your favourite songs since he knows that you love his voice ahh
also
okay so yâall remember that iconic vlive when doyoung was asking jungwoo what he wanted for his birthday and yea h sbksks
jungwoo would be cheeky like that pretty often when he wants something
heâs like a puppy that really just needs your love sometimes soÂ
this boy isnât showing the signs correctly and youâre like âwhat do you want babe?â
âi um..â cue stuttering and cute giggles !!
rip you bc you just look at him like ???
âi want your loveâ heâd smile and tap his cheek
and youâre just like ofc you do and kiss his cheek and thatâd make him 12x more giddy oho
jungwoo adores you i swear. every wallpaper on his phone is a photo of both of you
omg my heart is bursting with love for this boy
and like there was that one day when nosy yukhei took up jungwooâs phone and was sh00k at the number of couple photos, oh dear
that would be teasing material for the other boys to use against him but yâknow, jungwoo doesnât really mind
he wouldnât be fazed, heâjust give them one of those smiles because heâs actually hella proud of those pics
but donât ask him how things are going because he canât really reply, heâll kinda just scratch the back of his neck and again, s m i l e
because he wouldnât be sure how to explain one of the best things in his life
he isnât a master of words, yâknow!
thatâs why short and sweet gestures + compliments are his thing
this was also lowkey a secret relationship and you would always remember the look in his eyes after his first debut stage
you honestly felt so happy for him because you knew he deserved itÂ
he cried that night and it was just one of the softest things you had ever experienced, like you could tell he didnât wanna cry but the tears still came
you patted his head as he cried into your shoulder tears of complete happiness
and when you whispered how proud you were of him, that set off more waterworksÂ
that just proved to you that he isnât afraid to show his emotion when heâs around you
BuT when it came to super important things like the first âi love youâ he was a nervous wreck because he wasnât sure how youâd respond
but then heâd realise you love him just as much as he loved you so he had nothing to worry about
all in all, you guys would live that innocent relationship and every moment you spent with jungwoo would be deeply cherished
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Tensions Rise (BM/Smut)
Ask:Â I loved your A-Z NSFW for Mattđâ„ And I wanted to ask for a smut oneshot based on it pleasee đž
A/n: I changed the request a little because Iâm not really feeling sub Matt rn, sorry. Also this is lowkey based on Friends because I have been marathoning that show for days.
There was always a certain amount of sexual tension between you and Matthew. It was unspoken and ignored but it was very much there. The looks, the lip bites the âunintentionalâ teasing, it was all a game just to see who snapped first.Â
You had to thank Somin and Jiwoo, if it wasnât for them looking for another roommate you would have never met him. Maybe it would have been better in hindsight, definitely would have saved you some trouble. You were greatfull though, Somin and Jiwoo became your best friends. After a short interview and a few laughs, you were set to be there new roommate. The three of you clicked immediately and it felt like you knew them your whole life. Then they introduced you to the two boys next door.Â
The first time you and Matthew met, the flirting was obvious from a mile away. It was shameless, but as the weeks went on it became part of your daily routine. The door to your apartment and theirs was never locked and walk ins were frequent, even if it was just to grab a beer out of the othersâ fridge. You, Jiwoo, Somin, Taehyung and Matthew became incredibly close and saw eachother everyday.
The first time the sexual tension spiked was on an early morning.Â
The day had just started and Somin and Jiwoo had said their goodbyes to you to go to work. Considering you worked from home, youâre hours were up to you and you decided to take your time and take a shower. The water felt nice and engulfed you, the shower was your alone time and even though you were home alone you were never really alone. That day only proved your thoughts. Not feeling the need to have yourself wrapped in a towel after the shower, you were home alone anyway.
Tip-toeing through your apartment to your room, you had to walk through the living room and a male voice scared you have to death.Â
âOh hey, Y/N. OH MY GOD!â Matthewâs voice rang through your ears and your hands rushed over your body to cover it. âMatt, what are you doing here?â You asked, screaming and turning around so he couldnât see your front at all. Your heart raced and you felt your cheeks warm up at the thought of him seeing you naked. âWe ran out of juice, so I came to grab some from you guys. But I got something better.â He chuckled and you groaned in frustration.
Matthew didnât want to admit how good you looked in that moment. Your hair was damp from your shower and so was your skin. You looked soft and vulnerable and he also felt like he was taking advantage of that. But the accidental image of you naked was already imprinted in his mind.Â
He turned around and away from you. âIâm not looking, go put clothes on.â Matthew said, swallowing the lump in his throat. He wanted nothing more than to follow you into your room and push you onto your bed.Â
You nearly sprinted to your room, your heart pounding. Matthew, your neighbor, had seen you naked. In the moment you felt bothered, but while you were changing in your room you felt heat pool inbetween your legs slightly. Pushing the thoughts aside you quickly slipped on comfy clothes and walked back into the main room. Matthew was stood there, sipping on a bottle of juice and staring off into space.Â
The flirting that happened between you and him wasnât unjustafied. You found him incredibly attractive. The way he laughed, the way his shirt would lift up when he stretched and the way he looked when he concentrated on something. Matthew was an attractive man and that was only more justified when he burst into your apartment, shirtless, after working out.Â
As you re-entered the living room, he focussed on you. âFirst of all, we are never going to speak of this again. Second of all, please erase the image of me naked.â You said and he laughed. âWhat image of you naked? Itâs already gone. Iâll be leaving now.â Matthew joked, fakely and left the apartment in a rush.Â
The second time sexual tension spiked was when you were all out drinking.Â
âSo, I have a proposal. Letâs make tonight the night where we are unfiltered. Any questions we ask eachother will be answered and forgotten the next day.â Jiwoo slurred, the alcohol taking effect on her. You all agreed, deeply worried about what was going to come to light.Â
Your fingers found your glass and you threw back the shot, making eye contact with Matthew. âI have a question for the guys. Which one of would you date?â Somin laughed and Taehyung cringed at the question. âThatâs a dangerous question that could start fights. Iâm not going to answer that-â âY/N.â Matthew interupted Taehyungâs sentence and everyone looked at him with surprise, even you.Â
âYou answered that way too quickly.â Taehyung said and Jiwoo agreed, making the whole table laugh. You looked at Matthew with a serious face. He had a bright smile on his face, laughing along with the rest. His eyes met yours and you could swear they twinkled. You were so deep in thought that Jiwoo had to nudge your shoulder to get your attention.
âIâm sorry, what?â You asked and everyone laughed again. âI asked if you wanted another drink.â Somin said and you chuckled slightly. Matthew had messed you up with his statement and you needed to think. âActually, Iâm not feeling so good. I think Iâm going to get some fresh air and walk home.â You lied and stood up to grab your things. âAww, do you want one of us to come with you?â Somin asked, looking worried. Matthew looked at you, confusion written on his face and you pursed your lips. âNo, Iâll be fine. Iâll see you guys later.â You said and slipped on your coat and left.
Matthew didnât know if you really werenât feeling well, or if what he told you unsettled you that much. Politely he excused himself. âSheâs a girl and itâs late and dark. She shouldnât walk home alone. Taehyung, take care of them. Have fun guys.â Matthew said and slipped on his jacket to follow you.
When he exited the resturaunt you were already across the street, walking quickly. Matthew started sprinting tocatch up with you and you could hear him call your name. Rolling your eyes to yourself, you slowly turned around to see him running towards you. All you wanted was few moments alone, he had messed you up enough. He stopped in front of you, beaming like a kid who just got candy and you hated to admit it, but your anger was already fading.Â
âWhat do you want, Matt?â You asked, crossing your arms. âItâs late and dark. You shouldnât walk home alone. Plenty of crazy people out there.â He said and started walking towards the apartment. You stood frozen for a second, thinking about what you were going to do or say. âAre you coming?â He asked and you looked at him before catching up.Â
There was an awkward silence for a few moments when Matthew started laughing. âWhatâs so funny?â You asked, getting more annoyed by the second. âLook, I didnât realise what I said would push your buttons that much. But itâs kind of funny seeing that your reacting as much as you are. Must mean you feel something for me too.â He said and you looked at him funny. âYou are way too cocky for your own good. Besides, even if I was into you it would change the group dynamic too much. It would never work out.â You said and he looked at you, smiling cockily. âAah so you have thought about it.â He said and you felt like punching him. He was working your nerves but you decided to play along.
âAs if you havenât. Youâve seen me naked. I bet that image enters your thoughts before you go to sleep.â You teased and his expression turned serious. âI thought we werenât going to talk about that anymore.â He said and you scoffed. âYou want to tease and fluster me, I can play that game too.â You said and the rest of the walk home was left in silence.Â
The third and last time sexual tension spiked was when you were stood up for a date.Â
Smiling, you fixed your makeup in the mirror in your room. You had scored date with a beautiful man and you were over the moon with joy. You had even dolled yourself up. Your dress was hitting you in all the right places and the neckline plunged nicely. Your heels made your legs look amazing and you let out a little laugh in approval of yourself. It wasnât often you felt this good, but when you did you really went for it.Â
Stepping out of your room and into the living room you heard someone wolf whistle. Everyone was looking at you and you blushed deeply.Â
âOh someone has a date.â Somin said, smiling. She knew how much you were looking forward to this and she was happy for you. But her heart hurt for Matthew, she knew he liked you. Somin looked over at him and had to hold in a laugh at his face. He was scanning you up and down and he nearly had hearts in his eyes.Â
âYou look amazing.â Taehyung commented and redirected his attention to the tv. âThanks, Dongwoo should be here any minute.â You said, anxiously checking your phone. There was no message. âIâll just sit here and wait, I guess.â You said, laughing nervously as you sat down next to Matthew on the couch.
 He looked at you quickly and huffed to himself. You looked so damn good. He wished you were dressing up for him. He wished you were waiting on him to pick you up for a date, but you wouldnât have to wait because Matthew would never be late. Heâd always be ten minutes early, just so he could have an extra ten minutes with you. He was whipped.Â
An hour passed and you still didnât recieve a text. âI hope nothing bad happened.â You said to yourself, but you knew deep inside he was standing you up. Somin exchanged looks with Matthew and they both knew it too. With frustration, you placed your phone on the table and brushed your hair behind your ears.Â
âI could use a drink, Jiwoo, Taehyung. Couldnât you guys use a drink?â Somin said, getting up and shutting the tv off. âWhy arenât you asking Matt with you?â You asked, too involved with your own self pity to catch her terrible acting. âOh he said he was going to work out tonight.â She lied and Matthew nodded accordingly.Â
You watched as they left, leaving you and Matthew alone. The room was silent and you wrapped your arms around yourself. You had to hold back your tears, you didnât want Matt to see you that way.Â
âHey, are you okay?â He asked placing a comforting hand on your bare arm. âIâll be fine. This has just never happened to me. But Iâll get over it.â You said and looked at him. He had a serious face and you could feel his pity. It made you feel uncomfortable and weak. âStop looking at me like you feel bad for me. I donât need your pity.â You said and shrugged his hand off of your arm.Â
âThis isnât me pitying you. This is me caring about you. That guy who stood you up is an idiot. Iâd kill to take you out on a date and see you like this all the time. And this sucker had that chance and he didnât take it.â He said and it sounded like he was getting angry. Your heart skipped slightly at his angry confession and you suddenly werenât feeling that bad anymore.
He wasnât looking at you anymore, he felt like he had exposed himself too much. Matthew turned to look at you when he felt your hand on his forearm. You donât know what came over you, but you finally snapped. His large hand rested on the back of your neck and pulled your lips against his. His lips were a lot softer than you had expected and you pulled away, breathless.
âDid I mention that, that guy is an idiot.â He said and you laughed. Gently he pulled you onto his lap and ran his fingers through your hair. He leaned down, kissing you again and you placed your hands on his chest. You had never touched him like this before and his muscles were rock hard, the feeling under your hands made you moan against his mouth. He pulled away, stopping all movements.Â
âDonât start something youâre not going to finish.â He said and you smiled slightly. âWhat if I want to finish this?â You said and you watched him throw his head back and laugh. He stood up suddenly, carrying you and you wrapped your legs around him in reaction. Your heels dug into his ass and he groaned slightly. âYour date is really missing out.â He said and let his hands grip your ass to hold you up. âFuck him.â You mumbled as he walked you to your bedroom.Â
Matthew dropped you onto your bed and immediately started undoing the straps of your heels. âI love a man who has his priorities straight.â You joked and he stilfed a laugh. âThese donât feel nice digging into my ass.â He explained and threw your shoes onto the floor before crawling back over you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and reconnected your lips. His body was pressed against yours and you could feel every muscle. His muscled thigh was wedged inbetween your legs and you rolled your hips slightly.Â
âPace yourself, we have plenty of time.â He mumbled against your neck before kissing the sensitive skin. He slipped the strap of your dress off of your shoulder and nibbled on your collar bone. He was planning on leaving marks, he wanted everyone to know he finally had you and he wasnât letting you go.Â
âMatt.â You sighed as he worked your skin. âWhat is it, doll?â He asked, coming back up to your lips. âThis.â You said and flipped you two over. He looked at you surprised and pulled you flush against his chest. You dress bunched up around your hips as you straddled him, feeling his hard on against you. You slipped your hands under his t-shirt before tugging it off him. Matthew sat up and wrapped his arms around you.Â
âI want this dress to come off but I donât want to break it.â He said fidgeting with the fabric and you laughed. Carefully you pulled your dress off, throwing it somewhere into your bedroom a little too agressively. Matthew groaned, feeling your bare chest against his. Your skin was softer than he imagined and his imagination was nothing compared to this.Â
Carefully, you got off of him and sunk inbetween his legs and onto the floor. Your fingers traced the subtle v lines above his jeans and he shivered. He watched you intently as you undid the button and zipper on his jeans, teasing him. His reactions were amusing you and if it was up to him, your lips would have been wrapped around around his cock the second you sunk down onto your knees.Â
You pulled his jeans and boxers off of him before looking at his cock. He was bigger than you thought he would be. But it was true to his body stature. He was called Big Matthew for a reason.
You licked a stripe up the side and sucked the tip. His hands tangled into your hair and his chest heaved. He wanted to make sure that he would remember this, he never wanted to forget the image of your lips wrapped around him.You bobbed your head taking him as deep as you could. He hit the back fo your throat and you gagged slightly, wrapping your hand around what didnât fit in your mouth. He let out a moan at the feeling of you gagging around him. You watched his abs tense up and his moans got louder.Â
âFuck baby, Iâm going to cum.â He said, expecting for you to stop. But you didnât, you kept going until you heard a loud groan escape his mouth and you felt his hips buck slightly. You felt him cum into your mouth, spilling down the sides of your lips. You pulled off of him, swallowing and he chuckled, breathlessly.Â
He wiped your mouth and pulled you to where you were standing in front of him. His fingers hooked into your panties and dropped them on to the floor. He laid down on the bed, leaving you standing.Â
âCome over here and sit on my face.â He demanded and you were surprised. You had never done anything like that before and you hesitated slightly. âDonât worry, doll. Come sit on my face, Iâll go easy on you.â He said, reassuring you. Carefully you climbed onto the bed and let his hand guide you. They held your hips as you positioned yourself above his face. He sensed your hesitation and pulled you down onto his face.Â
His tongue licked up your slit and you let out a whimper. You felt him chuckle against you and he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you down. He sucked your clit, enjoying every sound coming from you and your taste. You had never felt anything like this before, you had nowhere to go and you were already on the verge of cumming.Â
âMatt, please.â You whimpered, gripping the sheets. His fingertips dug into your skin and his assault intensified, nibbling on your clit. This sent you over the edge, your thighs clamping around his head and a cold sweat covering your body. He licked up the reminents of your orgasm before moving you down to his chest. He watched you and the way you looked out of breath. Your legs were still by his head as you practically sat on his chest, recovering from your orgasm. He placed gentle kisses up your leg, stroking the skin soothingly.Â
You moved down, resting on his lap and you felt his cock hard against you. âGood stamina.â You commented, grinding down on him. âI work out.â He joked, sitting back up and wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips met yours again and you tangled your fingers in his hair. While kissing him, you positioned yourself over his cock, sinking down slowly. You moaned against his mouth, feeling him stretch you out as he filled you. Slowly you drew figure eights with your hips, feeling him pull you closer.Â
âFaster.â He groaned and you picked up the pace. Slamming your hips down making you both moan. Your nails scratched over his shoulders and you two continued to kiss, grunts escaping his lips more frequently. His hands moved from your hips down to your ass, squeezing the flesh. He used his new found grip and pulled you down onto him harder, the action causing a scream to escape you.Â
 âThatâs it, baby. Scream my name.â He grunted into your neck, raising his hips to meet yours. He was filling you up so nicely and hitting that spot deep inside of you. You tightened around him, your second orgasm fast approaching. Matthew latched onto your neck, sucking more marks into your skin and the sensation had you cumming around him.Â
You screamed out his name and your walls contracted around him, milking him for what he was worth. Quickly he pulled out of you, cumming onto both of your stomachsâ.Â
âHoly shit.â He groaned, breathing heavily. âI know.ââ You agreed and he chuckled. Carefully, he turned you over and laid you on the bed. âGive me a second.â He said, leaving to your bathroom for a moment. You heard the tub starting to fill up when he came back and he scooped you up. He carried you princess style and placed you at the edge of the tub. He opened his mouth to speak but was interupted by knocking coming from the apartment door.Â
âI got it.â Matthew said, scrambling back into your room and pulling on his pants. Not even bothering with a t-shirt he ran through the apartment and stopped at the front door. He opened it, seeing a man your age with an annoyed look on his face.Â
âHey is Y/N here?â He asked and Matthew put two and two together. âyeah, youâre too late buddy. You should have called.â Matthew said and slammed the door shut before even hearing the man out. Slowly he walked towards your room. You walked out wearing his t-shirt and it came down mid thigh.Â
âWho was that?â You asked, yawning. âHe had the wrong apartment.â Matthew lied, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up. âNow letâs go take a bath and get some sleep.âÂ
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Hello dear author! I hope youâll have fun with our match. Feel free to draw from general or fandom-specific likes, past letters, and/or follow your heart.
All requests are art or fic - for art, the stuff I like is the kind that depicts the characters doing something. Iâll always be happier with a very simple drawing of two characters walking together or sharing a cup of coffee than with an ambitious composition that looks like an Avengers poster. I also enjoy seeing them wear different clothes, getting a feel of what their fashion sense is like beyond their canon outfit(s). Or dressing them up for some outlandish AU!
Likes: worldbuilding, slice of life (especially if the event the fic focuses on is made up but canon-specific), missing moments, 5+1 and similar formats, bonding and emotional support/intimacy, physical intimacy, lingering touches, loyalty, casefic, surrealism, magical realism, established relationships, future fic, hurt/comfort or just comfort from the ample canon hurt, throwing characters into non-canon environments, banter, functional relationships between dysfunctional individuals, unexplained mysteries, bittersweet moods, journal/epistolary fic, dreams and memories and identities, canon-adjacent tropey plots, outsider POV, UST, resolved UST, exploration of secondary bits of canon, leaning on the uniqueness of the canon setting/mood, found families, characters reuniting after a long and/or harrowing time, friends-to-lovers, road trips, maps, mutual pining, cuddling, wintry moods, the feeling of flannel and other fabrics, ridiculous concepts played straight, sensory details, sickfic, places being haunted, people being haunted, the mystery of the woods, small hopes in bleak worlds, electricity, places that donât quite add up, mismatched memories, caves and deep places, distant city lights at night, emphasis on non-human traits of non-human characters (gen-wise, but also a hearty yes xeno for applicable ships), emphasis on inhuman traits of characters who were human once and have sort of shed it all behind
Cool with: any tense, any pov, any rating, plotty, not plotty, IF, nerdy canon references, unrequested characters popping up.
DNW: non-canonical rape, non-canonical children, focus on children, unrequested ships (background established canon couples are okay, mentions of parents are okay!), canon retellings
Bone
Every once in a while Iâm filled with love for this comic and its cast. Iâm a sucker for all the dream stuff, dragon stuff, looking at early chapters knowing about latter developments... and cows. Iâm good with all readings of the Rose/Lucius situation (whoâs still carrying a torch for whom, lowkey couple or still pining, etc).
Cows & Grandma Ben & Lucius: Lucius weighing in on a past Great Cow Race? Something happens to a cow? Cows and messengers between them?
Cows & Thorn: Thorn please make your grandma proud, wrt racing or otherwise. Dreams of cows...
Grandma Ben & Thorn: future fic or any missing moment after the royal reveal?
Lucius & Thorn: I wish we got more about them! Pre-canon moment in Barrelhaven? Any sort of weird thing can happen in the Valley after all, maybe foreshadowing her latter abilities?
Grandma Ben & Great Red Dragon: any other encounter along the lines of what we saw? I love them both but I also understand why they are like that...
Crossovers
What it says on the tin, basically. Peaks and KRZ can so easily blend into each other, Peaks and Piranesi much less so but a friend once said that Piranesi is very much a Coop and when someoneâs right theyâre right.
Albert Rosenfield & Joseph Wheattree: either during some Blue Rose trip or if Albert ends up stranded after the hot mess that is s3. Being the reasonable one, the one who chooses to remain on the surface while others disappear in the depths...
Carrie Page & Dale Cooper & Joseph Wheattree: I am very fond of |Laura| and |Coop| traveling forever on dark highways after the end and theyâre gonna need a gas station at some point!
Donald & Gordon Cole: something something burning hopeless dreams, but also federal interest in Xanadu, and how would that go?
Dale Cooper & Piranesi: oh you know, split selves and the reconciling thereof. Successfully, in Matthewâs case... ...less so in Coopâs, at least last we saw him. Iâm interested in seeing them meet at any point in their timelines (and as any part or rejoined part of their selves, Dougie&Piranesi as much as Richard&Matthew or any mix thereof) under either canonâs metaphysical rules! (DNW: Richard being âthe real Cooperâ - I think heâs the part of Coop who is not quite Mr C but still sent all his warmth and empathy away)
Final Fantasy VI
What I love in this fandom is intra-party interaction. Theyâre all wonderful and donât get to speak to each other that much, if at all. Iâd love to see scenes and/or little adventures during or after the game! I donât really have ships here so any unrequested character is welcome to feature too but I would prefer gen.
Celes & chocobo, Sabin & chocobo, Celes & Sabin & chocobo: you get the idea. Itâs CHOCOBOx ffs, Iâve been meaning to request chocobos for years and then I always forgot! Full kweh ahead! Hit me with all the chocobo feels, what itâs like to travel with these big fluffy birds for better and for worse, what itâs like for Celes, what itâs like for Sabin (I just picked two faves who also traveled together), all your chocobo headcanons, during the WoR serpent trench leg of the journey or anywhere else!
Edgar & Gogo: in my ongoing quest to throw Gogo at the rest of the cast and see what happens, I thought itâd be neat to have them hang around Edgar since oneâs an accomplished mime and the other is perhaps not so accomplished as heâd like to be in putting up a persona. Canon-typical Edgar flirting is a-ok unless it hinges on Gogo being a woman. I use they pronouns for Gogo but Iâm good with all options. Iâd like for them to continue presenting as inscrutably gendered, however.
Ghost Trick
I am very interested in various characters finding about  the erased timeline, but not getting their memories back, and having to  live with being told about what they did but never remembering it. Exploring the ghost lore is great. All  what-ifs welcome (what if they managed an acceptable happy ending but  didnât reset the timeline, what if a different party went back to the  past and kept their memories, what if Almaâs ghost stuck aroundâŠ) Also  open to AUs here, especially for generic fantasy or sci-fi settings or  the Final Fantasy ones I prompted last Yuletide.
For the non-canon sides of Jowd/Alma/Cabanela, please no  infidelity? Iâd be good with either setting the fic during the game  timeline or some what-if thereof when the other spouse is dead or  unavailable, or simply keeping them offscreen and not mentioning them  (eg Alma/Cabanela beach day, Jowd/Cabanela precinct shenanigans)
For  Jowd in general, I do love my big boy and enjoy milking that size  difference for all itâs worth. In gen contexts too, itâs neat. him big.
For Cabanela in general, I am prompting scarf shenanigans, gen or shippy! Itâs almost 4m of fabric... scarf used in clever ways, scarf getting in the way, scarf wrapped around oneâs throat, scarf sticking out on a stakeout...
Alma/Cabanela/Jowd: maybe once Alma and Jowd have figured out heâs smitten and that they do in fact reciprocate... they tease him to death, slowly and deliberately? Is it even a Jowd romance if thereâs not an exhausting amount of teasing involved, I ask? (sorry for repeating a prompt I got the perfect fill for last time - ...more teasing but this time with scarf, if that helps? Something with clothes? Clothes swap?)
Alma/Jowd & Cabanela: Cabsâ life is wild; his best friendsâ home is a safe haven...
Bailey & Cabanela: Dance dance dance! Cabanela is not much one for _panic_ dances, but maybe other dances passed on in Baileyâs family could interest him?
Cabanela & Jowd & Pigeon Man: either as colleagues or Jowd trying to bring together these two weirdos who ended up meaning a lot to each other in the other timeline and thankfully didnât get the same reason to bond now
Cabanela & Missile: off they go with their determination. And, critically, dog hair. The cat doesnât shed for whatever reason but the dog sure does and that may just be the one tragic obstacle preventing an unstoppable partnership
Emma & Memry: oh so you know who ELSE has a penchant for romance cliches?
Jowd & Justice Minister: Did the Justice Minister ever go visit Jowd in the game timeline? How did he come to appreciate him as âthe nationâs best detectiveâ? Or in the new timeline, could Jowdâs insight help somewhat?
Jowd & Sissel & Yomiel: Sissel has two dads and they both love that cat very much. Iâm all for the usual new timeline Jowd&Yomiel bonding tropes... with cat!
Kentucky Route Zero
I love the ending and Iâd love to see its themes and setting explored. Iâm all for exploration of any of  the gameâs themes and for including any staples from adjacent genres -  wanna go full-on American Gothic? Dip into surrealism? Take a leaf from  Twin Peaks with tulpa / split narratives to explore the charactersâ  issues? I love AUs so thatâs an option too.  Or of course thereâs Xanadu at the height of its glory, an infinite  what-ifs generator. Were the requested characters part of it, what were  their digital counterparts up to? A Xanadu narrative would be great! Iâd  also love to hear about any new spot along the Zero or the Echo river,  or an expansion of some place thatâs only mentioned by Will in HATATE or  only gets a few paragraphs of text. Mostly, I just love all these characters so much and Iâm going through the tagsetâs options like a hyperactive cat. Any fragment of their lives will make me happy.
For Lula and all the artists in particular (and Cate, depending on your stance on mushroom hunting, I suppose): please do lean into their art if itâs something you enjoy! Exhibitions, concerts, reviews... accidental reenactments of Robert Frost poems... all the discourse on the arts is my jam, if thatâs your thing.
Carrington & Clara: will Clara manage to get in one (1) word in between Carringtonâs merry infodumping?
Cate & Shannon MĂĄrquez & Will: Anything about these three, but I was thinking, postgame Shannon getting somewhere on the Mammoth and reconnecting with Cate and Will...
Cate & Val & Will: Mammoth slice of life pretty please?
Donald/Joseph Wheattree/Lula Chamberlain: so Lula went back to Mexico. Joseph is pensive. Did the events of the night shake up Donald, or what will it take?
Lula Chamberlain & Maya: I Just Think Theyâre Neat, no real prompts Iâd just like to see them interact. Where do their interests intersect? Land art...?
Shannon MĂĄrquez & Weaver MĂĄrquez: Reunited cousins please. No hard stance on Weaverâs ghostliness from me (what even IS a ghost, feels like we spent half canon debating that), again I Just Think Itâs Neat that sheâs there sitting on the steps...
Pyre
I feel deeply for all of Pyreâs main themes - literacy, degrees of freedom, the fragile time that is the end of a historical cycle, nobodies rising up to the occasion, the revolutionary spirit that goes toward building a better society, and of course found family, âdistance cannot separate our spiritsâ and all that jazz. Thoughts about finding oneself at  the end of an age, as everything crumbles down to form something new. I love all the themes, the solemnity, the heart  of this game. I adore everyone in that Blackwagon+Dalbert+Celeste, so  if  you want to add a Nightwing or two to any prompt, please do! I also love  all the Scribes and find Erisa a compelling tragic figure. Out of  the other triumvirates, Iâm âlove to hate themâ for Manley, Brighton,  Udmildhe and Deluge and would not like to see them featured in  sympathetic roles. My main interest usually lies in post-canon  exploration when applicable, but Iâm also into various adventures during  canon. Pick a location or a place outside the map and see what happens?  As for the ending variables, Iâd ask for a peaceful revolution and  Oralech alive, but no preferences for whoâs up and whoâs down, pick whatever  works best for any given plot bunny.
For any non-humans, if you like, do lean into their non-human traits! Curs gonna cur, saps gonna sap etc, different biology, different cultures...
Conversely, I regrettably do not enjoy an overwhelming majority of canon pairings so for Pyre, DNW unrequested ships period. The only exceptions are Soliam/Gol and Hedwyn/Fikani which Iâd be happy to see featured wherever.
Barker & Brighton: itâs the sportsball bromance, you understand. I want to see these wildly incompatible individuals (Archjustice & Literally Exiled Due To Pissing On An Archjusticeâs Statue) bond and maybe travel together due to their shared passion for the Rites and for Barkerâs eventual invention of straight-up basketball
Big Bertrude & Celeste: who blinks first. They are... certainly two personalities, with primadonna tendencies perhaps (confirmed for Bertrude, but if I try to picture Celeste away from her job...). What if they clashed, is what Iâm saying.
Big Bertrude/Pamitha Theyn: Pam returning from her travels, again and again, and finding a home in Bertrudeâs lab, finding an understanding there... Â Bertrudeâs attitude being thorny in a way thatâs just what Pam needs to allow herself to open up... also: snake kisses. Â
Celeste/Jodariel: if the Heralds make it to the Union to get a shot at living a life of their own, and Tariq already has his friends and his interests in the material world, whatâs left for Celeste? Maybe she could find herself unexpectedly close to Jodi, whoâs good with distance and silence and also feels like the world doesnât need her anymore...
Dalbert & Tariq: Any excuse for Tariq to hang out with the Fates for a little while, and treasure and be treasured by dear Dalbert...
Erisa & Volfred: what were they like!! What did Erisa think of this Reader and his Plan with Oralech, how did he approach her... how did they spent their time together...
Ignarius & Oralech: no no no listen, hereâs the thing. If Iggyâs clearly got a thing for impressive horns and in general is quite stunned by other demons... ...I need him to see Oralech. Take this as seriously or as crack-treated-seriously as you wish.
Oralech/Tariq: I think there may be something about two individuals who got ultimately screwed by the final steps of the Scribesâ design (Oralech self-evidently; Tariq decides to rebel (!) to the planned end of his and Celesteâs mortal existences and stick around for a while). Learning to carve a niche for themselves...
Oralech/Volfred: waking up and remembering that the mourning thatâs set deep in your roots is for someone who never died, waking up and remembering that the bitterness that consumed you had made up a betrayal that never was, finding each other through these crumbling walls... ...and/or Oralech being the governmentâs checks and balances aka the guy who knows Volfred and knows when to say Volfred _no_
Tariq/Volfred: Volfredâs zodiac sign is Cancer and Cancer is ruled by the Moon, so  thereâs that.   I love how they both hold the other in the highest  esteem, especially on Tariqâs part since heâs the immortal Herald of  the Scribes and Volfred is, all in all, a history teacher, but listen to  him and youâd think the roles were inverted. I love my nonviolent canon  but could anything happen to either of them that may require a rescue,  and/or some good old-fashioned h/c? Whatâs something that could make  Tariq of all people lose it? Howâs life 100 years on? Â
Oralech/Tariq/Volfred: Volfred has two hands, and sometimes miracles happen twice? How do they balance each other, whatâs the Oralech/Tariq side like and whatâs Volfredâs perspective on it? Is Tariq a constant part of their lives or does he fade in and out?Â
The Silver Case
Iâm all for the surrealism, big things being introduced and never picked up again, Rashomonâing it up with six explanations for the same thing where no single one can be true, people dying and then popping up again like nbd...  maybe the thing I like the most is characters transcending their humanity and looming over the dystopian world like ominous avatars. Correctnessâ first ending had me swooning, that kind of mood is unparalleled. I have played TSC, FSR and 25W so far and have vague memories of K7. Iâm aware of the âeverythingâs connectedâ readings and they sure seem to check out but thatâs not my main interest in these games. For FSR-focused requests, I see Lospass as a real island but also a metaphysical  place of transformation first and foremost, where strange things happen that donât make sense elsewhere.
Toriko Kusabi & Remy Fawzil: Whatâs Toriko up to when sheâs not chasing Chris? I think it could be fun to throw her at Remy and see the island from their point of view!
Tetsugorou Kusabi/Sumio Kodai: Tetsu picked one hell of a crush, huh! Whatâs it like in the aftermath of the games, when Sumio is Like That? How does Tetsu grapple with Parade? Is Tetsu an anchor of sorts for Correctness Sumio, who seems (at best) to be existing on a slightly different plane of existence at any given time and could disappear if you blink too hard?
Tetsugorou Kusabi & Shinko Kuroyanagi: Iâm joining the âlet these two be foulmouthed friendsâ masses - whoâd be more fed up with the otherâs nonsense, and in which ways would they be an unstoppable team?
Shinkai Tsuki & Tetsugorou Kusabi: Both of them end their stories in the shadows one way or another, and defending their protégé may have had a hand in their misfortune one way or another. What kind of understanding could they reach? What IS Tsuki up to anyway?
Christina & Catherine: anthro Catherine, as per the Placebo bonus chapter Yami, was unexpectedly charming. What was Chris before reaching Lospass, and did he also have a chat with her on the plane or on the island?
Shinkai Tsuki & Tokio Morishima: not unlike Tsuki&Tetsu, Iâm intrigued by their 25W endings and I wonder if they could have a little lowkey, off-the-grid teamup maybe?
Tetsugorou Kusabi & Toriko Kusabi: a sweet father-daughter bonding moment on Lospass perhaps, both orbiting around Sumioâs nonsense in increasingly bizarre ways? Whatâs their take on the island?
Twin Peaks
Case fic but they  donât find out jack shit, someone disappears, David Bowie was there,  itâs complicated. Fragmented, shifted, mirrored identities. New Lodge  spaces. The risks of staring into the void for too long. Gentle illusions. Transcendence. The moon. Static buzzing. Any title from the s3 ethereal whooshing compilation used as a prompt, actually. Twin  Peaks is all about the mystery to me, the awe of mystery and  unknowability and the human drive to look beyond and the risks of  getting a peek, and about shared consciousness and trauma taking  physical form in an uncaring  world. Go wild with the ethereal whooshing!  But I also love the human warmth at the heart of it all, and sometimes itâs enough to anchor these characters and let them have a nice day. A fic entirely focused on some instance of coziness against the cold chaotic background of canon would be great too.
Canon-specific DNWs: any singular Dreamer being the âsourceâ of canon, BOB (let alone Judy)  being forever defeated in the finale, Judy being an active malevolent  presence in the charactersâ lives, clear explanations for canonical ambiguities, âOdessaverseâ being the reality layer, the Firemanâs house by the sea being the White Lodge, anything that 4 hours Twin Perfect video says is the explanation of Twin PeaksÂ
Albert & Hawk: I love Hawkâs constant snarkiness in TSHOTP and I think it would work very well with Albertâs, so Iâd love to see them either snipe at each other or work together to demolish... idk, Ben or whomever. They also share the peculiar brand of skepticism of someone who has been stewing in supernatural nonsense half their lives and thatâs cool too I think
Albert & Windom: speaking of people who should snipe at each other...! Were they forced to work together at some point or did they bark at each other during an office party or? (and when did Gordon start pretending that Windom never even existed, incidentally?)
Albert/Coop: fiery early days? Dream meetings that Albert will inevitably write off as a product of his aching subconscious? Post-finale where Albert has made his peace with Coop not being part of this world and not even deigning to greet him, except one day Coop is back - with apologies? Post-post-finale where theyâre peacefully living out their days as best as they can? Â Â
Albert/Harry: did they tragically fall into each otherâs arms in the wake of Coopâs disappearance? Did they realize theyâre so good for each other, but neither of them was willing to give up their life? And/or was the wound of Coopâs disappearance too fresh for them to try to heal? Do they keep in touch throughout the years? Does Albert resign on the spot with a resounding fuck it after the s3 finale and rush to see Harry? Does he stay this time? Â Â
Coop/Harry: Harry seeing his Coop again⊠somewhere, somehow. Maybe he perceives him in the woods, maybe Coop isnât all human now. Monster cuddles very welcome. Could be canon divergence but could very well be post-s3. Harry getting closure for waiting all that time in front of Glastonbury and never giving up on Coop⊠they can live in the woods together⊠Â
Albert/Coop/Harry: basically the sum of the three sides of this triad⊠give them peace, given them nice things, give them so much love⊠Coop finding his place in the world and making up for lost time⊠give time to these old wounds⊠ Â
Bobby/Shelly & James: I am very fond of all three of them and Iâd like for James to have friends maybe? Shelly thinks heâs cool! If he and Bobby can get over the decades-old rift due to Lauraâs affections...
Cynthia/Tammy: the FBI and USAF supernatural branches meet again after Douglas Milfordâs times... whatâs their attitude toward it (whoâs the Mulder and whoâs the Scully......), in what ways does their respective task forceâs past inform their views, is there more hope for a new generation who saw the trauma of the past without living it firsthand? LET TAMMY KISS ALL THE GIRLS BUT THIS ONE IN PARTICULAR
Frank & Margaret: extremely bold of Frank to pretend nothing weird whatsoever has ever gone down in his life when he grew up in town and presumably was still around when Margaret became the Log Lady. Iâm interested in this clash between his ânot my divisionâ attitude and an actual oracle. On the other hand, they may have things in common...
Laura & Monica Bellucci: go wild. Iâm good with the wildest theories on what Monica Bellucci actually is/represents. Out of all the people she could interact with, Iâm glad Laura was nominated. Lodgey nonsense ahoy!
Margaretâs log & Hawk: reportedly, the log stayed with Hawk and hasnât said a thing YET. Thatâs what fanficâs for, right?
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Ben Being on Vocal Rest Headcanons
Warnings: fluff and the tiniest hint of smut, maybe a few swear my perfect wifey dearest, @radicallyredâ, suggested this in our discord chat and i volunteered as tribute to write this! I may lowkey get outta hand with this one, so itâll probs be longer, e n d m y e x i s t e n c e TAGS:Â @problematicc-favsâ @flowreatrâ @jaredstrashcanâ DA MASTERLIST YâALL
So your boyfriend, Ben Platt, is on vocal rest for a week and it started yesterdayâSunday, August 20th, 2017
It was somewhat funny to you because he had to carry around a whiteboard, marker and eraser
ya know, so he could still communicate with people when you two were out in public
Anyways, sometime Monday morning you were in the kitchen (of your condo/hotel room/wherever you two are staying), making him some tea that would help him when he woke up
then you heard your phone ding with a text
it was from Ben and it read:
Hey, (y/n), where did you go? I wake up and youâre gone :(
You chuckle to yourself and text an answer: Iâm sorry, sweetheart, I was in the kitchen fixing some ginger root tea for you to drink
A moment after you send the text, you hear Ben getting out of bed and then hear his footsteps approaching the kitchen
Your lips curl into a tender smile as you look over your shoulder and see him, whiteboard in tote
Rolling your eyes, you say, returning your gaze to the tea you were making for him and yourself, âYou didnât have to get out of bed, yâknow. I was going to come back with the teaâ
Ben walks up to you and hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder; you could feel him shaking his head no
âIâm serious, I swear I was coming right back after I fixed the tea, you goofballâ
He nods, producing a low, almost inaudible hum; this signals that he knows you were telling the truth, but he still wanted to get out of bed
âDonât hum either, Ben. No noises come out of you for an entire week, rememberâ you scold him for humming
Ben pulled away from the hug and writes on the whiteboard, âBut (y/n), it was just a barely audible hum, I think thatâs fine maybe like once or twiceâ
Rolling your eyes you answer, âNo, itâs not fine. You were told not to make any sounds and Iâm gonna make damn sure you donât! Canât have you damaging the gorgeous voice I love hearing so much now can I?â
At this point, you turn to face him and gently touch his cheek, flashing him a toothy, sweet grin
For a moment, Ben forgot to breath; you were always so nice to him and looking out for his health, even when he wasnât
Erasing his previous words, he replaced them with new ones, âYouâre right, dollâ
âDamn right Iâm right, Platt,â you answer, grabbing your and his cup of tea then pressing a kiss to his cheek, âNow, want to come sit in the den, watch tv, and drink your tea?â
He nods and follows you into the living room; he nestles on the couch right beside you, on your left so he could write something if need be, and places his communication method on the coffee table in front of the couch
Once youâve both settled into your spots, you hand him his cup of tea, warning, âItâs hot, be careful, honeyâ
Ben gives you a sarcastic âya donât say?â look as he takes his cup into his hands
âLook, I gotta warn people, okay? Last time I didnât, Will broke one of my teacups like the dork he isâ
The two of you laughed, Ben obviously laughing silently, at the thought; Will was hilarious
The two of you sip on your tea as you watch Criminal Minds for the remainder of the morning and well into the early parts of the afternoon
At one point during the afternoon, Ben wrapped his arms around your shoulder as he scooted closer to you, leaning his head on yours
After he does this, he reaches for his whiteboard, grabs it, brings it onto his lap and starts writing, âThat ginger root tea was delicious, thanks babyâ
You smile as you read that and reply with a sweet, âYouâre welcome, Benny, anything to help you get betterâ
âHave I ever told you how much I appreciate and love you?â
âYeah, quite a few times. I think everyoneâs sick of you gushing how amazing I am backstage thatâs how often you do it, Benâ
You could hear him rolling his eyes as he erased the board and writes, âIâm not apologizing for gushing over the best thing to happen to me. I will keep doing itâ
A laugh erupts from your throat, âWillâs gonna flip a table if you keep doing itâ
âAnd? Heâs just jealous that I napped the hottest, chillest, awesomest, most caring person.â
âAwww, thatâs sweet, Benâ
âItâs the truthâ he writes back, writing truth in big letters and underlining it
You roll your eyes and say that he is just saying that to flatter you, that you certainly arenât the hottest, or the chillest, or the awesomest but that you try to be the most caring
His marker clatters to the whiteboard as his hand shoots to your face and forces you to look at him; once you were looking at him, he mouths slowly, âYou are all of those things, (y/n). And I love you with all my heartâ
Oh, OH, O H!
Your heart melts as you read his lips; you answer with a shy, little, ââŠohâŠÂ wow⊠th-thanks BenâŠâ
This adorable man gives you the single, cutest, most heart-stopping smile that could be mustered on this earth as he just softly pulls you into a kiss
Kisses with Ben were almost always sweet to the core, and this one was no different
oKAY, so it may have been a bIIT different, mAYBE!
But Ben swears it was only cuz he couldnât voice anything how he felt for you in that moment and just writing that ish down for you to read would nOT cut it for him right then
The arm around your shoulders falls down to your waist and he pulls you closer to him on the couch
tHe KiSs Is LiKe HeLLa SLow bUT hELLA iMpAsSiOnEd, yA GEt mEE?
Ben is like pouring all the feelings he couldnât articulate to you at the time into this single kiss:
How much he adores you, how much he truly loves you, how beautiful you are to him, how much your love and company mean to him, how much he wishes to stay with your for the rest of his lifeâthe whole nine yards of mushy sHIt you can say to the one you love with all your heart
YOU WERE DYING!!!
Instinctively, your hands dart to his hair, fingers combing through his silky soft hair,
which caused a pleasured sigh to escape him through his nose
Soon you two were completely lost in the kiss, your hands in his hair and one of his hands still cupping your cheek and the other still around your waist
You are so lost in the bliss that you neither hear Benâs whiteboard and marker clattering to the floor as it fell out of his lap, nor do you feel him tugging your body down on top of his
Subconsciously, you hands eventually slide out of his hair, down the back of his neck whereupon reaching the nape of his neck, they go their separate ways as they traced along the tops of Benâs clothed shoulder-blades over his shoulders and down to the center of his chest
Okay, now you need oxygen and are the first to reluctantly pull away from your heated kiss
It is then that you realize youâre straddling Ben and you look down at him in confusion, asking, âWhoa, whoa, whoa, when the heck did this happen?â
Playing coy, Ben shrugs his shoulders before using the hand that had not left your face to comb some hair out of your face; so your (h/c) locks wouldnât obscure your gorgeous (e/c) orbs from his longing gaze
You blush a bit, realizing the loving and pinning gaze your silent boyfriend was giving you
âYou did this while I was lost in the kiss, didnât you?â
With an slightly devious, but overall loving, smile, Ben nods
You gasped and gently slap your hand against his chest, blushing and looking away, âBen! You devilâ
Reaching over the edge of the couch, Ben retrieves his whiteboard and writes, âWell, what can I say? I like it when you straddle me, dollâ
âYou are such a sub, Ben,â you groan, winking at him
He erases and writes, âItâs sexy for you to be in charge, okay? Sue me!â
You smile down at him, shifting your hips and watching him bite his lower lip hard to refrain from making noises
âI know you find it incomprehensibly sexy when Iâm in charge, Ben. Which is why youâre hard right now, huh?â
A blush rises on his cheeks and he quickly writes, âOkay, maybe! And most of that excitement came from the kiss! I promise!!â
âLooks like we got a situation on Aisle 23 that needs to be immediately subdued. I repeat, subduing needed on Aisle 23 immediatelyâ you say as you start to remove your clothes
BEN AL MO ST SCREAMED
And the rest of the day was spent dealing with The situation on Aisle 23Â over and over again because Ben kept finding ways to kiss you and get you to straddle him
I HAVE DONE IT!! HERE IS MY SHITTY SIN FOR MY BEAUTIFUL, AMAZING WIFE!!! AND TUMBLR/DISCORD FAM! Hope yâall like it, this was too fun to write. kILL ME! Also you get the Aisle 23 joke? BECAUSE BEN IS 23?! AAAAAHHHH iâm gonna go kill myself now for making that shitty fucking joke.
#ben platt x reader#ben platt#dear evan hansen#dear evan hansen imagine#headcanon#deh cast#vocal rest#result of discord coversations#tumblr fam#will roland#mike faist#laura dreyfuss
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I want every personal
Sorry this took so long
1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?
erm, idk but I can list some of my favs? how about âMr. Know-It-Allâ by Young The Giant, âBrain Stewâ by Green Day, âSwimming Poolâ by The Front Bottoms, âTokyo Narita (Freestyle)â by Halsey and Lido, âBig Jet Planeâ by Angus & Julia Stone, and âDoo Wop (That Thing)â by Lauryn Hill
2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
Do they have to be alive?? How about Beyonce Twin #2
3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
Iâm sitting right next to a bookshelf wtf. Okay the first book only had a line 12, Book 2: ââŠglittering sceptres. These shones so brightly September had to shade her..â
4: What do you think about most?
I see photo opprotunities when I walk? like if Iâm walking past a house I see the exact angle that I would take a picture of it with and what the frame and coloring would turn out to be? does that count?
5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?
Text or sc?? cuz idk on either tbh sc:goals text:theenks
6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?
Clothes
7: Whatâs your strangest talent?
I have none, so like,,
8: Girls⊠(finish the sentence); Boys⊠(finish the sentence)
Girls are beautiful, Boys are beautiful, and so is everyone else
9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?
lol no
10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?
like yesterday probs
11: Do you have any strange phobias?
Strange? idk
12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?
When I was a child,,, marble
13: Whatâs your religion?
whoâs that
14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
being sad or taking pictures
15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
behind absolutely
16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?
jesus christ
17: What was the last lie you told?
I have a headache
18: Do you believe in karma?
sort of, like maybe not the textbook definition but I do think that you get what you give to some extent
19: What does your URL mean?
listen,,, okay Doctor is because i like doctor who and melapples is a dan and phil reference, okay, i made it when i joined tumblr, I was young and unknowing, okay
20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
weakness: Iâm too emotionally soft; strength: whomâstâdâve
21: Who is your celebrity crush?
Does phil count, phil counts? Itâs Phil
22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
almost
23: How do you vent your anger?
ahah, to the world and through tears tbh
24: Do you have a collection of anything?
I used to collect izze + snapple tops, then got bored
25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?
video chatting, I like seeing facial expressions
26: Are you happy with the person youâve become?
whom?
27: Whatâs a sound you hate; sound you love?
It took me FOREVER to think of a sound I hate, and like i had sounds i love when my fingers hit the keys. sound I hate: Fork schreeching on a plate; sound I love: laughs, soft sounds of fingers on skin, leaves crunching as you wak in autumn, or snow in the winter, wind, papers fluttering
28: Whatâs your biggest âwhat ifâ?
What if I had stayed at my old school
29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
well not really, but aliens absolutely, like, there is no way the universe is so fucking big, and there isnât life outside of earth
30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
My window frame; a notebook
31: Smell the air. What do you smell?
somebody is making pasta downstairs
32: Whatâs the worst place you have ever been to?
what kind of worst? cuz like I believe that no matter where you go you can always get something out of it. Letâs go with my racist ass school
33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?
EAST
34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?
idk harry styles?
35: To you, what is the meaning of life?
42?
how about: to know, be, see, and do what you want
36: Define Art.
Life
37: Do you believe in luck?
kinda like the same way I belive in karma
38: Whatâs the weather like right now?
Itâs been rainy all day and we just had a rainbow. Itâs cleared up now
39: What time is it?
1:23:09 AM
40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
no
41: What was the last book you read?
A graphic novel called March about John Lewis
42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?
yeah actually
43: Do you have any nicknames?
lila bean
44: What was the last film you saw?
Wonder Woman pretty sure
45: Whatâs the worst injury youâve ever had?
all of the skin on my leg was scraped off once so
46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?
Iâve had a beautiful butterfly land on me during a meditation session once
47: Do you have any obsessions right now?
strawberry milkshakes
48: Whatâs your sexual orientation?
Iâm pan bro
49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?
yes rip how fun
50: Do you believe in magic?
in my hopes and dreams
51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
no, Iâm really bad at holding longterm grudges but you better fucking run for at least two weeks if u piss me off
52: What is your astrological sign?
scoooorrrrrppppiiiiooooo
53: Do you save money or spend it?
i save money highkey short term and mass spend it
54: Whatâs the last thing you purchased?
A swimsuit. oh shit no wait strawberry syrup for milkshakes
55: Love or lust?
lust
56: In a relationship?
damn i wish
57: How many relationships have you had?
3
58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
nope
59: Where were you yesterday?
crying in bed all day tbh
60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
my comforter that Iâm sitting on lowkey has pink flowers on it
61: Are you wearing socks right now?
listen,,, fuck socks okay no
62: Whatâs your favourite animal?
cats homie
63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?
laugh at their jokes + be a pleasant person
64: Where is your best friend?
idk probably sleeping somewhere tbh
65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.
i donât pay enough attention soz
66: What is your heritage?
like,,? My dad is from finland probably but otherwise i have no idea, all my family tree has is slavery so
67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?
fuck dude crying
68: What do you think is Satanâs last name?
smith
69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?
hell yes
70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?
idk i hope so
71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
i like canât really swim that well so like probably get the attention of someone who can and get the dog saved then go to work. but fuck that job tho
72: You are at the doctorâs office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
nah bro, i would try and accomplish everything i wanted, travel, be happy with family, and make friends happy, not afraid
73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.
trust
74: Whatâs a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
bills by lunchmoney lewis
75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?
or not?
76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
trust, communication, known goals
77: How can I win your heart?
idk bro its pretty easy out here a-fucking-pparently
78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?
yeah for sure
79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
Join theatre
80: What size shoes do you wear?
9.5 or 10
81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?
rip in pieces
82: What is your favourite word?
antidisestablishmentarianism
83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.
the image of the organ tbh
84: What is a saying you say a lot?
lit, tbh, rip, wild
85: Whatâs the last song you listened to?
star by brockhampton
86: Basic question; whatâs your favourite colour/colours?
pink rn, it was just green, i fluctuate
87: What is your current desktop picture?
a picture i took of a car mirror in a violet sunset
88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?
trump probs but only if he is right next to pence that bitch will not be president
89: What would be a question youâd be afraid to tell the truth on?
why are you sad
90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies arenât really doing anything, theyâre just standing around your bed. What do you do?
FUCKING RUN DUDE CLIMB OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW FUCK THAT SHIT NO GET OUTTA MY FACE FUCK
91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and whatâs even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?
elements my dude. if I had to pick which one it would be wind probs
92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
The half-hour where I thought I fell in love with someone before they broke up w me a week later
93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
no
94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
RIHANNA
95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
PragueÂ
96: Do you have any relatives in jail?
probably, but not that i know of
97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?
omg yes donât remind me
98: Ever been on a plane?
yups a few times
99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?
damn y yâall listening to me?
probs something like âjesus christ just shut up and listen to each other speak without jumping to fucking conclusions and preconceived notions of what other people are like kay?â
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Heyyyy vent acct so my last post was more than a little hostile but I mean Iâm better now???? Ig lol. But really tho the update is that I feel less like I wanna die but things are still mostly a mess. Iâm pretty sure Iâm not going back to school but I been seeing a lot of ppl in/from Dayton so idk maybe the universe is trying to show me something about Dayton??? I kinda donât wanna go back tho, I feel like I subconsciously burned that bridge for myself bc Iâm a fucking baby who canât deal with pressure without getting overwhelmed.
Also me and (I never say his name on here not that anyone is looking for this acct or knows that it exists bc ppl stopped making tumblrs in 2012) but me and my bf broke up. Iâm not sad or anything about it bc Iâm convinced I rlly donât need a relationship with anyone rn bc Iâm going back to being over emotional which is the worst chanel I can be. I literally get so full of emotions that I donât wanna deal with that they all come out at once against my control. Itâs so unfair. Part of me is like sis get ur life together first and worry about dick later but my vag (bc she has a mind of her own) wants to fuck everyone with sexual parts that has a decent personality. I literally have to keep her in check bc with this bitch running the show Iâd be doing some wild shit. Bc I do wanna experiment with bdsm and females but idk if thatâs good for me rn. Plus Iâve only fucked one person and somehow someone else having me that way is like erasing that persons touch. Being with someone for a long period of time is such a mindfuck (that kinda makes me wanna watch skins lol)
Rn I am also taking a break from weed bc Iâm getting sketched out smoking in my neighborhood tbh and I can feel my tolerance getting higher which is no fun. Idk if I should wait till tomorrow night or Friday night at the kickback bc itâll be 2 days off and Iâll get rlly fried. Idk about my stance on weed bro. I love to bc being high is cool but I there are a lot of downsides to it tbh.
I wanna work my ass off and move out in January and wish I could do it rn but January will have to do. I feel like me and shanice will get uncomfortably close by living together but I love it. I also rlly wanna work my ass off in school this year. I need it. I deserve it.
One other thing to add to this long ass post that I have no idea whatâs going on with me and my best friend and her bf???? Is there something there? Are they fucking with me? Did they see the text? Fuuuuuck not knowing is killing me but also I donât wanna have the uncomfortable ass convo with them. I mean Iâm kinda down???? Idk if I am. Bc yooo thatâs kinda weird but something I wanna experience. Their both my best friends at this point and Idk itâs weird even tho Iâm lowkey down. Iâm so comfortable around them both and itâs so natural to smoke and chill with just the 3 of us which is weird??? Never felt that before. Idk bro Iâm confused and itâs all from a couple ass slaps lol.
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THANKS A! okay ill skip the ones M already asked me!
1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?Â
LOLOL, well it was the GC so I would say hey bitches wus good. ACTUALLY. IâD BE LIKE YALL CAN LOOK BUT CANT TOUCH CAUSE YALL BITCHES BE GETTING THE WRONG IDEA, and told yall bout a good million times Im just not interested. Pls take a hint.
2. Whatâs going on between you and the last person you kissed?
WELL. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, bc he was a lowlife scrub who I do not need in my life at all. Blocked & erased my historyÂ
3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?Â
UMâŠ. yes bc I would care about my partner and would want the best for themâŠâŠ. so I wouldnt want them on drugs 24/7
4. Is your last name longer than six letters?Â
OMG its exactly 6 letter BISH.
5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober? YA GIRL WAS DRUNNNNK IN LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVEÂ
6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?
OMG NO. Im never the one to mess it up SMH, im the one left to clean up the mess SMFHÂ
7. What does your last received text say? âOr nahhhâÂ
8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?Â
LMFAO what kind of question. YALL REALLY THINK I SIT THERE AND COUNT EVERYTIME I KISSED MY MAN LIKE LOL????????? Â Lets just say I kissed him WAY too many times than he deserved. (V many times tho bc who doesnât love a good smooch)
9. Where was your last kiss at?Â
BRUH. my ex mans house OK NEXTÂ
10. When is the last time you saw your sister?Â
well I have 2, and a few hours ago before they both went to sleep bc they youngins.Â
11. What do you drink in the morning?
Ya girl likes her steaming hot cup of TEA in the morning. Gotta have my daily tea.Â
12. Where did you sleep last night?Â
My mans crib ;) why you care tho?
13. Do you think relationships are hard? LOL. Theyâre hard if you make em hard. And if youâre partner is stressin you then hell yeah. But I mean no relationship is perfect. Its all about working through those hard times and that honestly makes the relationship stronger.Â
14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?Â
YES. I wouldâve left the trash ass ugly piece of garbage that treated me like shit and used the hell out of me, before I got super attached to him and let him walk all over me. DEFS wish I couldâve left his fuck boy ass long time ago, shouldnât have let things lasted as long as they did.
15. Youâre locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?
LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO. bruh. YOU ARE ASKING FOR A WORLD WAR 3. im crying could you imagine. OH he would be shook. That or he would have the best sex of his life lbr.Â
16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?
Sunny when I gotta go out, Rainy when Iâm inside/ at night. BC YA GIRL HATES GOING OUT IN THE RAIN. Womans are not tryna look like a wet cat.Â
17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?Â
Actually yes quite a few, people I knew from school, also I think Selena Gomez? My middle name is kinda basic.
18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?
None of the above ;)Â
19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?
PART OF ME: I REALLY HOPE SO bc ya girl a hopeless romanticÂ
OTHER PART OF ME: HONESTLY IDEK BC MANS ARE SO WHACK THESE DAYS, HARD TO FIND A QUALITY QT, and honestly im doing me these days like mans can wait BYEÂ
20. Does anyone like you?
Jesus! My boy JC. Dont know if anyone else likes me bc like I clearly canât read minds so?
21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?
Besides family, no one else is ringing a bell
22. Is the last person you kissed gay?Â
Nope
23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?
Currently: My EX, Alicia from AYTO (tv show) (snake ass bitch),Â
24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?
Yessss many times. Like theres so many ideas I have. I would probs get one like on my side, back, lower waist, or behind my ear? Either something cute or something with meaning.
25. In the past week have you cried?Â
Yes I think I had a moment the other day.
26. What breed was the last dog you saw?Â
A cockerspaniel.Â
27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?
Depends on my mood. I really like showers tho, preferably with my manÂ
28. Have you ever kissed a football player?
Not yet ;)
29. Do you think youâre old?
Honestly sometimes I feel old asf
30. Do you like text messaging?Â
TBH not really. I prefer having that face to face, talking through text is too much miscommunication.Â
31. What type of day are you having?Â
A swell day, kinda was in my feels earlier but ya girl got it together.Â
32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?
YASSSS. Iâve wanted one for a while, but now Iâm like do I want one that bad? It would be cute af THO
33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?
WARM WARM WARM. No ones tryna freeze their ass off. Ya girls an Island babyÂ
34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?
Jesus Christ.Â
35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?
RELATIONSHIPS, FUCK FLINGS ARE JUST NOT FOR ME. I am not meant for that fling lifeÂ
36. Are you a simple or complicated person?
Im quite wild tbh when you get to know me
37. What song are you listening to?Â
Currently: Straight Up & Down by Bruno MarsÂ
38. When you say youâre sorry do you mean it?Â
Hellllll YEAHÂ
39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?Â
Yes, Iâd say my Moms, Ash, Rach or my sister Tia
40. What made you start liking the person you like now?
OK. WELLâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ dont ask me bout this rn im confused. But I kinda also have feelings for my ex ex man who wasnt really my man but still he is literally like my ideal man and ive been seeing him a few times and im triggered UGH my first uni LOVE FML fuck he has me WEAK ASF
41. When did you last receive a text message?Â
A second ago: so 1:55 AMÂ
42. What is wrong with you right now?
NOT A GAWD DAMN THING BISH.Â
no but real talk school out here draining me. ALSO IM V CONFUSED BOUT STUFF.Â
43. How well do you know the last female you texted?
YO thats my girl. RIDE OR DIE since 7th grade. I know her like the back of my hand and likewise for me.Â
44. Does anyone disgust you?Â
HAAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA, you already fucking know the answer. TRASH ASS EX MAN. Also fuck boys just disgust and erk my soul in general.Â
45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?
Depends on whoâs asking đ but hey if I like you, you cute, nice, funny, LOYAL, determined I mean I would probs say yes. ALONG WITH MY OTHER WANTS: smells good, good style, nice hair, kind, TALLLLLL, athletic,Â
But hey I mean he donât have to fit all these categories, im just being extra hereÂ
46. Are you in a good mood right now?Â
Currently Yes :D
47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?
My mom
48. What color shirt are you wearing?Â
Not wearing a shirt oooooooops đł
49. Has someone recently told you something you didnât want to hear?Â
YUP. dont wanna repeat bc it was honestly the DOUCHIEST thing Iâve ever heard in my life and it makes me sick to my stomach that this literally came out of a mans PIE HOLE. i cant.Â
50. Anyone youâre giving up on?
Already gave up on em. LIKE UP OUT OF MY LIFE. blocked and erased that historyÂ
51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? Not really my ex ex man I still kinda like. BC my ex man was not the one that a fell hardest for so nah. IF IT WAS HIM THEN I WOULD.Â
52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldnât?
ummmmm noooo????
53. Do you like rain?Â
Only when Iâm inside, or about to sleep. That Netflix and cuddles possible chill typa weather ya feelÂ
54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?
Nope, unless the liqs turns them into a monster then yes I would care.Â
55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?Â
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLđłđłđł HONEST TO GOD IM EITHER STRAIGHT UP OR SO LOWKEY. Like im TOO GOOD AT THIS. I could be crushin so hard on someone and they would never know bc im too good at hiding it.
56. Do you like to cuddle?Â
YES LOOOOOOOOOVE. your girl likes her doses of cuddles. BABS like getting cuddled too ):Â
57. Are you shy?Â
LOL HONEST YES. IM SO SHY AROUND CUTE BOYS OR LIKE PEOPLE I DONT KNOW. But once I get comfortable with you whoever you are im defs not. YA GIRL WILD AF
58. Do you get along with girls?YASSSSSSSS girl power bitch. LOVE MY GIRLS. Love hyping and empowering up my girls.Â
59. Have you dated the person you texted last?
YEA SHE MY BAE :*Â
60. What do you carry with you at all times?
STRESS. LOL jks but omg phone, lipgloss (bc you never know if you eva gonna kiss a QT), the normalsÂ
61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?
UM. NO!!!! TF! ARE YOU WHACK. NEVER WOULD YOU EVER CATCH ME IN A JUMBIE INFESTED PLACE. NAH NAH
62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?
YES. OBVI. Iâm that long term typa gyal ;) Im that ride or die typa girl
63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?Â
LOOOOL. Lets not think back to that time, I already ctrl alt and DELETE. BOI BYEÂ
64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?
um YES. stop. putting. me. in. my feelS. But lets just say it wouldnât just end with a kiss on the forehead ;)Â
65. Did anything âcuteâ happen in the last week?Â
Well im cute soâŠâŠâŠ.. everyday something cute happens aka ME :)
66. How old are the last three people you kissed?
21, and the rest were family SO LOLÂ
67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? Â Â
honestly i can do my own nails, but its nice to treat your self
68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?Â
ZEBRA, your girl is a zebra print stan, my whole room is practically this printÂ
69. Do you have any stickers on your car?Â
i dont own a car, but the car I drive has a âprincess on board stickerâ which is for my little sister but HEY its suitable for me too soÂ
70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?
Lil Wayne⊠not about that country/ tim buck two. But tbh I dont listen to either of emÂ
71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone? Â
IPHONE 6 GANGGGGGGGGG
72. Whenâs the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? Â Â
Maybe like last year? Usually get pizza pizza
73. Do you like diet soda? Â Â
NAH, diet taste kinda weirdÂ
74. What color are the walls in your room? Â Â
Its like an olive green, but I want to re paint, maybe a shade of pinkÂ
75. Are you 16 or older? Â Â
olderâŠ. why you tryna holla?
76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? Â
I didâŠ. show got mad boring tho.Â
77. Do you have a job? Â Â
Not currently, in school tho
78. What are your initials? Â Â
K.M.B BITCHHHHHHHEEEZ
79. Did you ever have braces?Â
nope, but the dentist always ask me if i had braces and always say how nice my teeth are :D
80. Are you from the south? Â
NAH NAH, IM NORTH JAX FAM
81. What does your last status on facebook say? Â
um???? I think I promoâed Ashâs travel VLOG, check that shit out tho!!!!!!!
82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?Â
CRTL.ALT.DELTE.Â
NO BISH
83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?Â
I would say my dad bc I grew up with him? but i tell my mom and step mom more personal stuff/ everything so
85. Whatâs the last movie you saw in theaters?Â
I think it was suicide squad.
86. Do you smoke? Â Â
Nah, not on those greens fam
87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? Â
DEPENDS. On location and look.Â
88. Is your phone touch screen? Â Â
YUP
89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?Â
Well my hair is wavy and I usually just leave it natural. I love straightening my hair but takes way too much strength and energy out of me.
90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? Â LMFAO YES. TO GO TO SLEEPOVER AT ONE OF MY MANS HOUSE IM CRYING @GOD forgive me fatherÂ
91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?Â
DEFS POOL OR OCEAN LOL BOUT LAKE OR RIVER BYEÂ
94. Are you single or in a relationship? Â Â
Doing me. Living life. Doing whatever the hell I want. I am happy and thats all that matters. Not letting mans bring me down, have me stressing, crying myself to sleep, or crying until i have no more tears to cry
95. What were you doing last night at midnight? Â
Texting my squad in the GC, talking about waste mansÂ
96. Whenâs the last time you saw fireworks? Â
Fireworks in my heart: probably in the summer on my first date with trashÂ
97. Do you like the camera on your phone? Â Â
YES bc I stay taking cute pics, im obsessed with taking fire pics
99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? Â Â
NOPE. Always know my limit
100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? Hate is a v strong word. I think if anyone I really disliked Iâve removed, I may have some fakes from like HS but thats about it.
102. Name your favorite Kesha song: Â PROBABLY TICK TOK, YO MY GRADE 7 ASS WOULD WHINE UP TO THIS SONG, MAJOR TRACKÂ
103. Do you have any tan lines right now? Â noPE, but honestly i wish I did bc I wanna go somewhere warmÂ
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