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[joonjuul]

hii im the same person who said i refresh ur page everyday idk if u remember 😭 idk if this is something u would be into doing but a req id love to see is like maybe kidnapped.. stockholm syndrome dom!(whoever) x sub!reader i think itd be so cute and i love ur writing so much <3 pls lmk if this is too much i can req smth else..

bound2. jjk

pairing: kidnapper!jk x victim!reader

wc: 5.4k

warnings: obsessive!jk, possessive!jk, soft&harddom!jk (he’s a little bit of both), slightlysadistic!jk, sub!reader, desperate!reader, they’re both down bad, kidnapping, oc sleeps in a grungy basement, slight choking, slight manipulation, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), creampie, oral (f receiving), jk is a munch, overstimulation (f receiving), pet names, (pls lmk if i missed anything!)

a/n: tysm anon for requesting !!! i love this idea so i hope i did okay executing it for you !!! this was a hot mess to write but god am i a mess rn after writing it phew, PREPARE YOURSELVES

he was a good man, that was what he told himself when he looked in the mirror each morning.  he was protecting you, loving you, providing you with all the attention and care you deserved.

or at least that’s what he thought.

it’s been two years now, but things felt different.  when jungkook first saw you, he was intrigued, almost as if it was love at first sight.  you were at home, spending time in your garden as you often did in the spring, and he happened to be driving by.

everything about you was special, unlike any other.  the way your hair carefully trailed over your shoulders, your perfectly smooth skin.  he had never seen a woman quite like you, and he needed to know more.

each day he found a way to get closer to you, whether that be by finding out which grocery stores you shop at, or sitting beside you on the train.  never once did you notice that his face became slightly more familiar with each ‘coincidental’ bump into each other.

it wasn’t until the day he spoke to you did he realize that you needed to be his.  girls didn’t smile at him, nevermind speak to him so kindly and softly.  it was so simple, yet it changed the course of both of your lives completely.

but it’s been two years now.

it was scary at first, being away from home, unsure of whether or not you’d survive, but he cared about you.  he always made sure to feed you, bring you water, spend time with you.  and with each passing day you only became closer, and closer.

and when he wasn’t around, you started to notice a strange feeling inside of you — almost like a sense of anxiety.

it was almost like after all this time, there was a sort of attention he gave to you that you subconsciously craved, it was like you couldn’t live without it, and as strange as it was, it didn’t feel wrong.  after all, jungkook was a good man.  he never laid a hand on you, nor touched you without your consent, in fact he rarely touched you at all unless you initiated it.  it was like after all this time, you knew that he could be trusted, and that he simply cared about you in ways that were different from others.  in some ways, his love was beautiful.

“y/n?” you heard the softness of his voice as he opened the door to your room, the warmth of the main house seeping into the surrounding concrete as he shut the door behind him and approached your fragile frame.

you turned to face him, eyes lighting up as your gaze fell to his hands, carefully holding a small box perfectly wrapped and topped with a bow.

“kookie!  what’s this?” you lunge forward to grab the box only to watch his hands quickly retreat.

“ah ah ah!  not so fast, little one.  now tell me, do you know what today is?” he softly falls down to your level, his knees meeting the cold floor as he watches you rearrange your stance on the flimsy mattress.

you nod your head excitedly, “it’s been two years!  i marked it on my calendar every day!” your eyes flick to the small calendar taped to the wall, each day crossed off with a blue crayon as they were the only objects he let you have when you first arrived.

“yes that’s right, baby!  happy anniversary!” he extends his hands to you and watches as you excitedly grab the box, peeling the paper off quickly until you’re met with what seems to be a box made for jewelry.

“listen, before you open it any further.  i want you to know that i think you’re ready for this.  i feel like we’re strong enough, and i think you’ve finally come to your senses about what’s good for you and what’s not, yes?” his tone is gentle, but you can feel the seriousness through his voice as you look up at him.  the way his brows furrowed tightly together made you nervous.  he’s never gotten you a present so formally before.

your fingers fumble with the box briefly until you’re able to lift the top.  your eyes widen as your heart pauses in your chest briefly, your breath immediately becoming shallow.

“what is this?” your voice is shaky as you wrap your hand around the small metal object.  it was certainly a metaphor, or maybe even a bluff, he couldn’t be serious.

“your freedom, if you so choose, darling.” he smiles at you reassuringly before tucking a hair behind your ear.  you tighten your grip on the key, realizing now how serious this truly is.

he was letting you go?

“i don’t understand, kook.”

he lets out a small sigh before sitting on the mattress beside you.

“i think you’re ready to choose whether or not you want to stay.  you know now how much i love you, how well i’d take care of you, adore you, in any way i possibly can.  you have me wrapped around your finger, sweetheart, but i no longer feel obligated to keep you wrapped around mine if it’s not what you want.” he places gentle pats on the back of your head as he speaks, the small smile on his face reminding you that he’s being truthful, yet still you were unsure.

“do you not… want me anymore?”

his eyes widen at your question as he uses his hand on your head to pull you against his chest.

“of course i do, baby.  this is something i’ve been thinking about for a while, i wanted to simply show you how much i love you, never bring any harm to you.  sure i may have became a little overzealous, but at the end of the day, i want you to be safe and happy.  if that’s with me, you can come upstairs and join me the way you deserve.  if not, i’ll let you go.” you pull away from his chest, cheeks feeling warmer than before as you listen to his words.

you missed your home, your family, your life.  but you knew if you left, you’d miss him even more.  your body was screaming at you to run, use the key and finally escape, but your heart was begging you to stay.

your eyes flicker between his for a moment.  you’d never even seen the rest of his house.  what if it was cozier than yours?  what if it was better than home?  he did take awfully good care of you, and you were beginning to enjoy his company, his endless affection.

you gripped the key tighter momentarily before holding it back out to him, placing it gently in his palm without a word.

he looks at you, his eyes filled with surprise as he wraps a hand around yours.

“are you sure?” his voice is soft, laying over you almost like silk as you carefully nod your head in return.

“i’m sure.  i want to stay.  i want to be with you.” you watch as his eyes light up, his reassuring smile now turning into a huge grin as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him tightly.  his breath is warm against your neck as he inhales your scent in deeply, his fingers tightening against your waist before letting you go completely.

“i knew you were the one, the second i laid eyes on you.” he brings his hands up to the sides of your face, cupping it gently, the feeling of his hands against your cheeks making your stomach flutter.  if there was one thing about jungkook, it was that he was a gentleman.  within the two years you’d been ‘held captive’, he never once made any advances towards you.  you’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish he would at times — the nights where you find yourself with your hands between your thighs, imagining what it would feel like to have him there instead, what his perfectly tattooed arms would look like on either side of your head, or his skilled fingers inside of you.  even the slightest touch from him could drive you into a frenzy, especially since the last time you’d been with a man was well over three years now.

you quickly shake the thoughts from your mind and send him a gentle smile, feeling him engulf a hand within yours as he walks you to the door of your bedroom.

“are you ready, sweetheart?” he turns back and looks at you carefully, examining your expression for any signs of discomfort or uncertainty, but there was none.  he was your person now, it just took you being kidnapped to realize it was him all along.

“i’m ready.”

you follow behind him, practically stepping on his feet with excitement as he travels throughout the house, letting you look at every nook and cranny you wanted, before you finally landed on his bedroom.

“this is my room, our room, darling.” he opens the door carefully, allowing you to enter freely as you slowly walk in.  it was simple, yet dark.  the walls were painted black, bed littered with blankets and various instruments scattered throughout the room.

you approach a guitar leaning against the wall, leaning down to examine the stickers plastered on the wood.

“do you play?” you ask, your voice gentle as you trace the pads of your fingers against the strings.

“sometimes.  not as much anymore.” he takes a seat on the bed behind you, watching you carefully.  he’d never seen you so intrigued in something before, not something related to him, it was almost vulnerable.

“why’d you stop?” you turn your head slightly, landing on his built figure sitting on the bed calmly.

he shrugs, leaning forward so his arms were resting on his knees.  “something came up.” he smirks, and you can feel your cheeks blush at the thought of him putting his life on hold to take care of you.

you stand up, approaching the edge of the bed and sitting beside him.

“kook, can i ask you something?” your eyes are wide as you face him, somehow still filled with innocence and he can feel his dick twitch at the sight of you sitting so politely on his bed, what would now be both of yours.

“of course, darling.”

you gulp slightly, subconsciously fidgeting with your fingers as you build up the courage to talk to him in what feels like such an intimate setting.  it was different like this, without the safety of your concrete bedroom.

“how much of your life did you put on hold for me?”

jungkook chuckles slightly at your question, but tries to respond as best as he can.  “well, most of it, baby.  i still work obviously, but you’re kinda time consuming.”

“do you have like… friends?”

“i have you.” he reaches up and tucks a hair behind your ear as he speak, causing another wave of butterflies to rush through your stomach.

you pause for a moment, gaining a little bit more courage as you speak again.

“do you have like, girl friends?”

jungkook quirks a brow at your question.  “what are you getting at, baby?”

you continue to fidget slightly as you speak.  “well you must’ve… dated girls, right?  i don’t know you don’t talk about stuff like that.”

jungkook smiles at you, admiring your cuteness, “i’ve dated women, yes.  but none like you.  and none since i met you.”

“did you… do this with them too?”

his cheeks flush at your question, slightly embarrassed at the situation he got himself in by meeting you.

“no, you’re the only one.  and honestly, i didn’t really plan for it.  i just had to have you.” his voice is laced with desperation as he speaks, recalling the moments leading up to your kidnapping.  he knew there was no avoiding how you made him feel, it was like his desire for you overpowered every moral and every fiber in his body.

“why are you asking all this, love?” his voice is soft as he places a finger under your chin, lifting your face to his level.

“i don’t know.  it’s just— it’s hard to explain— when you’re down there— i don’t know— sometimes i get—“

“needy?”

you feel a heat rise between your legs at his voice, the words falling past his lips, the closeness of his skin, all of it.  you’re only able to send a small nod to him in response.

“i know, i understand.”

your eyebrows furrow together, “you do?”

“well you didn’t think i would leave you in that room completely unattended, did you?  i gotta keep an eye on my girl.” you feel a sense of confusion wash over you at his words, until it’s followed by a wave of realization.

cameras?

all those times you laid atop your blankets, fingers between your legs, forehead covered with a sheen of sweat, moaning out… moaning out for him.

you feel your cheeks flush as you pull away from his touch in embarrassment, causing him to chuckle slightly, moving closer to you in response.

“don’t be embarrassed, baby.  it’s normal, i mean you were down there for so long, you had to do something to keep yourself busy, hmm?”

“why didn’t you tell me?  why didn’t you… help me?” the twiddling of your fingers has intensified now, your skin practically burning up as you avoid his gaze.

jungkook smiles at you, even if you didn’t see it, and takes your fumbling hands in his reassuringly.

“because i knew you’d stop.  i wouldn’t take away the only thing you could do to keep yourself satisfied.  and i didn’t want to touch you until you were ready, until you asked for it.” as comforting as his words were, knowing that he cared about you enough to respect your boundaries, you wanted to scream at him.  all those nights that you were writhing in desperation, and he was simply watching upstairs?

he watches as your eyes dart aggressively, your mind wandering and he taps your hands gently, pulling them closer to him.

“hey.  i know it doesn’t feel like it, but you’re in control.  you always have been.  trust me, it was hard for me too.”

“how did you do it?  how did you not come in?” jungkook remembers every time like it was engraved in his mind.  he always checked up on you throughout the day, he had motion alert notifications, and the first time he saw it, he almost went breaking down your door.  he never missed an alert after that.  every time you were moaning downstairs, he was moaning upstairs.  the thought of you both gaining pleasure from each other, at the same time, without the other knowing drove him more wild than the fact that he wasn’t the one being able to satisfy you.  but jungkook was a patient man, he never wanted to rush you nor make you feel pressured into doing something you didn’t want to.  he knew when the time was right, you’d be begging for him the same way he begged the universe to let you fall into his life.

“good self-control?” he responds carefully, gauging your reaction as your face contorts with confusion.

he places another hand under your chin, gripping it slightly and holding it to face him.

“i didn’t want it to be like that.  you deserve more.  you deserve all of me, all i have to offer, and that definitely isn’t it.” he speaks again.  you were unable to distinguish your emotions.  why did your body crave him so bad?  crave his comfort, his validation?  you constantly ached for his touch, his attention — it felt almost sinful.

“i want all of you, kook.  i have for a very long time.” you place your hands on his chest for what might be the first time ever.  his shirt tight against his muscles, you wanted to roam every inch.

he lets out a groan, your words and touch making his pants tighten.  he didn’t lie when he said he hadn’t been with anyone since long before he met you.

“you don’t know what you’re asking, baby.” his voice is strained, his hands falling to his sides as he pulls away from your touch.

“tell me you don’t want me, and i’ll stop.” your hands begin to travel, running over his taught muscles, down to his stomach.  every inch of skin untouched, the tension only growing thicker with each passing second.

“if i start i won’t be able to stop.” his restraint was frustrating, but it only made you want him more.  your hands continue to fall before landing on the waistband.  he tosses his head back quickly before grabbing your hands.

“then don’t.  you don’t have to be gentle with me, i don’t want gentle.” you lean forward, your face only inches away from his as you wait for him to release your hands, to allow you to finally become one.

“you don’t have to hold back anymore.” your voice is nearly a whisper as you slowly close the distance between the two of you, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.  you pull back briefly, eyes scanning his carefully before you feel him release your hands, bringing his up to your face before pulling you into him — your lips meeting passionately.

he was consuming, his lips feverishly fighting against yours as his hands fall to your waist, pulling you closer towards him.  everything about him was hot, his skin, his mouth, his breath, it was all too much, especially after so long.

he brings a hand around your neck, gripping it slightly before pulling you off him.

“i tried to be patient.  i tried to be good.  but you?  you don’t want good, do you?” his voice is low as he uses his hold on your throat to push you against the bed, your back meeting the soft mattress gracefully as you watch him bring his hands to the neckline of his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders swiftly.

he was… beautiful.

the tattoos scattered perfectly along his arm, his sensually toned stomach, the shaggy hair sat atop his head — he was indescribable.

he smirked playfully and leaned down above you, ducking into the crook of your neck to place gentle kisses on your skin.  you could feel yourself go red, a heat overwhelming your body from your face to your core.

“i need to feel you, taste you, make you mine in every way possible.” his voice is husky, but barely a whisper as his mouth travels down to your collar bone, his hands easily finding the hem of your shirt to tug it over your head quickly.

“so beautiful.” he breaths, his mouth latching onto any piece of skin he can find, his hands roaming your body skillfully as your eyes wire shut, your panting and whining the only sounds filling the room.  he made you wait so long, how could you possibly contain yourself now?

“kook, i can’t — think…”

“then don’t.  just let go.  i’ve got you.” he brings his hands to the waistband of your pants, carefully bringing them down almost as if he could break you, a deep contrast to his roughness before.  your mind is completely lost, totally consumed in his every movement that you don’t even realize his gaze fixated on your core.

“fuck, baby.  you’re soaked.” he falls between your legs, his grip on your knees spreading you apart even further as he inhales your scent, watching as your body quivers.  he runs his hands along your legs, a small attempt to soothe you as he drops his face eye level to your core.

“shh, i know, baby.  it’s a lot, isn’t it?  but you can take it.” he places a small kiss on your clit and watches your body jolt in response, a small grin appearing on his lips as he realizes just how sensitive you really are, his hands falling to your waist to hold you down as he licks a stripe up your core.

you’re unable to contain the moan that escapes your throat as your hips buck up involuntarily, his hold barely doing anything to keep you in place.

“look at you—so sensitive, so perfect for me.  you can take it, right baby?” his eyes meet yours for a moment, your chest heaving as you nod in response, your hands falling to his hair as you grip it tightly, admiring his cheeky grin before his face disappears between your thighs, his mouth immediately latching onto your core.

“ooh—fuck.” you moan out, his hands fighting against your hips as you attempt to grind against his tongue freely.  every lick sending shots through your body as your mind begins to spiral.

it made you drunk—he made you drunk.  it was like you could feel every bump on his tongue, the pressure of his finger tips in your sides, the feeling of his soft hair twisted between your knuckles.  it was perfection, and you were wasted on him.

you can feel yourself begin to melt into him, his tongue endlessly working on your core, slipping between your clit to your center as his grip on your sides loosen as he feels you begin to relax.

“k-kook—fuck—please.” you mumble nonsense, the feeling of his hand gliding from your side to your stomach as he presses down gently making you almost dizzy, his mouth never once fumbling as he keeps up a persistent pace, your movements now less rutty and more intense as you ride his face softly.

your legs begin to tense, a coil in your stomach building as you clench around his head tightly, causing him to gently pry your knees apart as he pulls away from you, his chin dripping with your juices as he wipes it with the back of his hand.

“that’s my girl.” he coos, his hands landing on his boxers as he begins to peel them off.  “you’re doing so good for me… think you can take a little more?” his question rings aimlessly through your head as you watch his cock spring free, the tip red and angry as it leaks precum.

he was big.  i mean you hadn’t been with anyone in a long time so you didn’t have much to compare him to, but he was certainly bigger than you were used to.

jungkook notices your hesitation and leans down, his lips meeting yours in an intimate kiss, your mouths moving together skillfully before he pulls away.  his eyes are soft, almost reassuring as you feel the head of his cock press softly between your legs.

“look at me, baby.  i need to hear you.” he nudges your chin with his finger to redirect you.

your body is humming, on edge, oversensitive yet somehow you still crave more.  it’s like he could never give you too much, you just want him completely and fully, whether it hurts or not.

“i don’t know if i can take it all.” your voice is shallow as you feel a sense of shyness take over, your nervousness getting the best of you.

he smirks darkly and brings his tattooed hand up to your face, soothing the stickiness of your skin with his simple touch.

“my sweet girl, i’d never give you more than you can take.  i’ve got you, baby.  just let go.” his voice is sweet, the sound almost sending you into coma as you feel the head of his cock nudging at your core.  his hands carefully fall to either side of your head, his mouth dipped into the crook of your neck as he peppers gentle kisses on your hot skin, the dull burning in your core barely noticeable behind the mindless praises he whispers into your ear.

“that’s it, baby.”

“so perfect for me.”

“fuck—you’re so tight.”

“just a little bit more, sweetheart.” 

before you’re able to fully respond or digest his words, he’s already bottomed out.  his forehead buried in your neck as his breath is unsteady.  he’s practically panting as his hips stall, the silence filling the room as he tries to regain his composure.

“kook—“ you whine, wiggling your hips slightly until he quickly brings his hands down to hold you in place.

“fuck—i need a second, baby.  don’t move.” his voice is laced with desperation and tiredness as his cock twitches inside you, making your stomach nearly flip.

your movements become restless now, your body fighting against his hold as you beg for some sort of friction.

“please… i need to feel you.” your voice is a whimper as your breath quickens.

“stop fucking moving, or i’ll take my dick out of you.” he snaps, his tone no longer a warning as you fight the urge to grind up into him.  you’d never seen him so mad before, and it was only making you want him more.

your body trembles as you fight the urge to hold still, your hips shifting involuntarily as hushed whimpers fall from your lips.  you wanted so bad to be good for him.

“kook—please.” you beg.  he lifts his face to meet yours, his eyes hooded and low as he sees how fucked out you look, he wanted nothing more than to destroy you right then and there.

“if you don’t stop, i’ll take you how i want you, right now.” he shoots you a glare, but it’s not one of dominance, but rather a warning, one of his slipping self control.

“i don’t care… take me, just please don’t make me wait.” you beg, and with one last rut of your hips, he’s pushing you deliberately further into the bed as he pulls his hips back and begins a rough pace on your cunt.

the speed takes you by surprise as you double over, your arms instinctively gripping his back as your nails drip down his skin, his cock prodding the lower half of your stomach with his length.

“you just don’t know how to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, do you?” he grunts, the feeling of your nails in his back only spurring him on more as he continues his tireless pace.

“oh-fuck-jungkook.” the feeling of his cock stretching you completely is nearly painful, it’s like he was punishing you, the roughness of his thrusts sending shockwaves through your body.

“this is what you wanted, isn’t it?  you wanted me to lose control, to fuck you like this.” he wraps an arm under your knee as he pushes it against your chest, the new position sending your head spinning as his cock drills directly against your g-spot.

“t-too much, kook—“

“aww my pretty baby.  you were practically begging me to fuck you like this, and now you can’t take it?” his tone mocks you, mocks your state and your eyes widen as you feel him begin to slow his hips.

“come on, i want to hear you beg for it again.  you wanted it hard, remember?” he smirks down at you as his hips nearly come to a complete stop.

you’re now a whimpering mess, your lower body squirming as you whimper out to him.

“what is it baby, hmm?  do you want more or not?” he leans down, his head in the crook of your neck again as he breathes out, his cock slowly stretching your walls as he awaits your response.

“ugh—kook.  please.” he smiles into your skin as he hears you fall back into a vulnerable state, losing any sense of control you thought you might have as he begins to pick up his pace again, moving your legs to wrap around his waist as he rolls his hips up into you sensually.

“such a whiny little brat.  is this better for my baby?” his voice is deep, the raspiness of it sending a shiver down your spine as your body naturally meets his movements, the two of you moving perfectly in sync as he molds into you, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

every thrust, every roll of his hips, random kiss on your neck or whisper into your ear, it was all deliberate.  it was like he knew your body perfectly without ever touching it, like he knew exactly what buttons to press that made you want to claw the skin off his back, and it wasn’t long before you felt the coil in your stomach return.

your moans are falling freely now, your grip on his shoulders tightening as you find anything to ground you, but your mind was completely lost in the moment, spinning nearly a million miles an hour, and it wasn’t long before jungkook noticed your dilemma.

“that’s it, just like that… you’re close, aren’t you, baby?” he rasps into your ear, his kisses falling down to your collarbone as he brings his hands up to your head, soothingly pushing the hair out from your face, and it only made the coil in your stomach tighten more.

you were a moaning mess, everything falling freely from your lips without any sense of reasoning.

“look at you, so desperate for it.” he speaks carefully, pulling away from your chest.  he brings a hand to the back of your head before pulling you into an intense kiss, his hips still holding their pace perfectly as you finally topple over the edge, your body convulsing around him as your legs shake relentlessly, causing him to bring his other hand to the legs around his waist to stabilize them quickly.

before you’re able to fully grasp how hard you came, you feel him gently lay your head back down before bringing his body up above you, admiring the mess between your thighs as his pace begins to get rougher again.

“you have no fucking idea how good you feel, do you?” he feels his balls twitch at the sight of your legs, covered in a mixture of your juices, shaking relentlessly as you try desperately to recover from your high, blissfully unaware of his quickening pace.

“ahh-kook.” you squeal, your mind finally returning as you feel his cock nudge your already sensitive g-spot with every thrust.

he leans down once more, gripping your hands in his as he brings them over your head to hold you in place, your body fighting involuntarily from the dull pain building inside of you.

“fuck, i don’t want to hurt you baby, but i need you so bad… just hold out a little longer.” his thrusts are messy as he feels himself begin to reach his high as well, the tightening of your cunt only making it harder for him.

“i can’t—too much.” you squeal out, your arms wiggling harshly in an attempt to escape his hold, but it’s no use, not when he’s so close, not when you feel so good.

he feels his cock twitch at your resistance, a sadistic side of him brewing, one that he’s fought to keep hidden.

he stifles a groan, his head dipping down as he fucks into you rougher.

“fuck—please don’t beg, you’ll just make it harder.” 

his hips are now at an inhumane pace, your body going completely numb as his cock drills into you relentlessly.  it seems like it’ll never end, your cunt only getting tighter with each thrust as every nerve inside of you begins to tense.

“fuck—close baby.” he barely whispers before you feel his hips bottom out inside of you, his cum filling you up completely as it seeps into your walls with ease.

he ducks his head down, catching his breath for a moment before realizing the intensity of the situation.  he brings his hand down to his cock and pulls it out carefully, trying his best not to fixate on how perfect your cunt looked when it’s pulsing red and spitting out his cum.

he quickly addresses the state of your body, shaking under his touch as he wraps an arm around your back and pulls you close to him.

“you did so well, baby.  are you okay?” the gentleness of his voice pulls you back to reality and you find yourself quickly falling into his arms, his touch consuming you indefinitely. 

you nod against his chest, your frame feeling slightly more fragile than normal as he swiftly picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, cleaning you as best as he can.

“my sweet girl, you’re mine, you’re safe.” he coos, peppering affectionate kisses and touches on your skin with every piece he cleans.

it was like you were meeting him all over again, a different side of him that you had yet to experience.  even if it was scary at first, you knew that you couldn’t live without him, even if you wanted to.  you were his whether you liked it or not.

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

hiii i’m sorry i actually can’t remember if i sent this before or not😭could you maybe write smth with eddie getting an innocent reader high for the first time? <3

(hi angel !! u havent sent this before so <33 hope u enjoy!! *sorry if this kinda sucks i wrote it at like three am KDSJF)) (also i wrote about her smoking for the first time but i didnt touch much on her getting high really.. if u want me to write just that lmk!!)

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eddie originally invited u over to his trailer because he mentioned how he was failing math and needed ur help studying. of course, you complied, wanting to help him (and spend time with him as youve had a crush on him for months) (and of course he didnt actually want ur help studying, he just used that as an excuse to hangout with u as he has had a crush on u for a good two years).

but now, after helping him study for a good hour, he declared he needed a break. this break included him playing some of the most intense music youve ever heard posing as 'background music' whilst he smoked a rolled blunt.

he asked you if u were comfortable with him smoking in the same room as you, and because u were a curious creature (never being around any sort of drug), you nodded, saying you were fine with it.

eddie thought you were odd, in a good way of course. god, he wanted you so badly..but he didnt want to scare you off. he knew how sensitive you were to certain things. so when you sat right down in front of him as he smoked, staring at him with gloriously curious doe eyes, watching him take a drag from his joint--he was surprised to say the very least.

eddie watches the way youre eyeing the joint between his plush lips as he inhales, eyes squinting slightly as he looks at you sitting across from him on his bed; kneeling on his mattress--hands folded in your lap politely n ur eyes full of wonder but hesitancy as u chew on ur lower lip. you watch the metalhead blow the smoke from his mouth, an arm behind his head as he lies back against his pillows.

"you wanna try?" he asks, holding the joint out to you as he blows the smoke up in the air. he can feel the way your eyes trace his movements.

you giggle nervously, flustered. "o-oh, uhm, i dunno.. 've never tried such things before!"

thats something else eddie loved about you.

when you got shy you talked like some sort of disney princess.

he smirks, amused. his eyes are half lidded n red as he swipes his tongue along the fat of his bottom lip.

"c'mon.." his voice is playful. "'see the way ur eyein' it, princess.. i'll help you through it, dont worry." eddie takes a small drag from the end of his blunt once more.

fuck, hes so high. and horny. high and horny. maybe not the greatest combo when the girl he's liked for years is sitting right in front of him looking so..soft and beautiful.

does ur skin always glow this vibrantly?

"i just--'ve never done stuff like this. what if i act funny?" your lips form into a pout, concern lacing in ur features.

why did you have to be so cute and irresistable?

"'s okay, angel. promise i wont judge..could never judge a sweet girl like you," his praise makes you preen as you blush. "c'mon, come sit next to me, ill talk ya through it, mk?"

you nod, butterflies fluttering in ur tummy. besides the heavy smell of weed, eddie smelled so yummy to you. he was addicting to be around.

you sat next to him on his bed, pulling ur skirt down a bit as you get comfortable.

"now, just put ur lips around the end and inhale, okay? u might cough a bit but it'll go away," eddie brings the lit joint to ur glossed lips as ur eyes round with inexperience. the metalhead maintains eye contact with u as u inhale sharply, immediately bending forward and coughing as he pats ur back. "'s okay, princess, ur okay.." his ringed fingers rub ur back as u struggle to breathe.

a few seconds pass and u feel better. ur head is light but heavy.

"wanna try again? should've probably told u to inhale slowly..forget u dont know much about this stuff." he tucks a loose strand of hair behind ur ear and u feel ur heart speed.

u nod. "yes, please!"

eddie smiles gently at your eagerness. "alright, sweet girl, remember..nice n easy, okay? inhale gently and slowly."

you nod a bit as he brings the joint to ur lips. his left hand rubs up and down your right arm comfortingly. that act alone makes the butterflies that once only fluttered inside ur belly swirl into a storm.

eddie watches ur lips as u inhale slowly.

"good, baby.. nice n easy, okay? doin' so good.." his voice is so soft and gentle as he tenderly squeezes ur arm as u blow the smoke from ur lips.

u giggle when done, clapping excitedly before you're hit with a wave of tranquility.

eddie smiles. "u okay, honey?"

u smile back.

u were more than okay.

[marsontherocks]

🧼Flu Shot🧼

John "Soap" MacTavish x Medic!Male Reader

Summary: Soap doesn't like shots.

Other characters: Gaz, Ghost, and Price

Word count: 550+

A/N: I'm testing out my format for when I post And They Were Roommates. I, yet again, originally wrote this for CharacterxOC, but this is completely reader-friendly. The only thing mentioned about the reader is "him" and being a medic, and slightly strong. Platonic on the reader's side, for now, lol. If yall want a part two lmk. I'll upload this to AO3 later :3 No use of Y/N (ao3 link)

TW/CW: Needle mentions, lmk if anything else needs to be tagged

|Next Part|

It was flu season, meaning you had the great pleasure of issuing flu shots to the 141. Recruits and others ranged in reactions to shots. From "let's get this over with" to, on one occasion, a full-blown tantrum. Then there were, as you so kindly dubbed them, the 'main four freaks'. 

The easiest was Gaz, ever the golden child. Always the first to stride in, the quietest, and just overall pleasant. If you had stickers and lollipops, you'd give them all to him.

Next was Ghost. He'll take his shot with no problem, the hard part was finding him. He claimed he had no problem with visits in general, but it was an obvious lie, considering the time he nearly bled out rather than taking a trip to get fixed up. At least, Ghost was quiet and quick when finally 'caught', always leaving with a rather nasty side eye and a grumble.

Then Price. It was a challenge to get him out of his office and into your clinic. Bitching and borderline whining about how he has work to do, and that he doesn't need his shot right this second. You could bring the shot to him, but you got a kick out of it if you were honest.

Worst of all, however, was John "Soap" Mac-fucking-Tavish. 

There was a knock at the door, "Come in!" You shout from your desk, putting down your to-do list. You watch as the door bursts open and Gaz and Ghost drag in a distressed Soap.

"Three weeks Gaz! I'll do three weeks of Recruit PT for you! I'll do all your laundry LT! For a month!" Soap pleaded as he was practically tossed onto an exam table.

As Soap tries to scramble off the table, you quickly collect your already prepared tray for the Flu shot. You had bribed Gaz and Ghost by promising you'd buy them drinks if they brought you the feisty Scotsman, as he was the last on your list. After Ghost slammed Soap back onto the table, you were quick to pounce on your most difficult patient.

Soap yelped and did his best to fight you back without physically harming you. "Gaz! LT! Please! I'll do anything!"

"Beg to him, not us," Gaz snorted.

You practically growl in frustration before firmly grabbing Soap's shoulders and slamming the bratty soldier down onto the table. Soap tried to sit back up, but you just slam him right back down, "Be a good soldier and just fucking take it," you hiss at him.

That finally seems to get through to him, because Soap goes as motionless as a rock. You quickly but carefully administer his shot, rolling your eyes when he cries out after the needle is already out of him. 

"There, done. Now get the fuck out my clinic." You turn around and start disposing of the items, completely unaware of the scene going on behind you.

Soap lay on the exam table frozen, his whole face was flushed, even past his neck. When it was clear that Soap was not going to move on his own, Gaz and Ghost took action and carried out their love-stricken friend. When they made it back outside, Ghost promptly dropped his end of Soap, which made Gaz drop him as well.

Finally broken out of his trance, Soap sits up, "I'm fucking gay."

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Bro might be gay or smth😒 lol hope u liked :3

-Next Part-

[diagonal-queen]

Hihi! May I req an emergency req? With male!reader accidentally dropping/pushing a plate or glass and breaking it. Reader rushing to clean the mess up even with his bare hands and out of concern, the character yells at them to be careful or smth and reader flinches? How would they react? (And if ur fine with it, reader having SEVERE daddy issues and domestic violence so that's why they act like that) pls don't make reader those crybaby types but someone similar to dazai but less uhm, dazai? Like dazai but when he seems human if u yk what I mean) and reader being a teen (14-17)

Format: Anything u want!

Characters: Kunikida, Fukuzawa, Chuuya, Poe and Ranpo (separate) (omg if u could, then ranpoe together being father figures I just love the ship it's my comfort ship😭💖💖)

Platonic pls :)) (chuuya being an older brother figure, Fukuzawa and kunikida being father figures)

I FEEL LIKE ITS TOO SPECIFIC SO FEEL FREE TO NARROW IT DOWN 😭😭. Make sure to take care of urself and have a wonderful day <33

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okay so. i'm really REALLY sorry T-T but i do not write male readers so i am gonna go gn with this (again i am sorry ily <3)

When Reader flinches after they yell

♡ characters: Doppo Kunikida, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Chuuya Nakahara, Edgar Allan Poe, Ranpo Edogawa (bonus Ranpoe together!), teenage!gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: Reader breaks a piece of flatware and when they go to clean it, they're yelled at and flinch. How do the characters react to this?

♡ cw: Reader suffers from domestic abuse-related trauma and has daddy issues, yelling, trauma response (specifically a kind of silent/blunt affect type reaction), swearing, mentions of reader's hands being cut (unintentionally by flatware shards), father and older brother figure dynamics, lmk if I missed anything

note: I hope you're doing alright 💙 Anon, and I hope that these make you feel better :') come to me for hugs if you need them. I also hate yelling and have daddy issues so like, I feel you my dude. AND RANPOE IS MY COMFORT SHIP TOO omggg they're the best DM me and let's rant about them. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Kunikida:

Let's say you're a mentee of his at the agency. Kunikida obviously only has good intentions and would hate for you to get hurt (Yosano...*shiver*), so he kinda freaks out a little when he sees you about to grab ceramic shards with your bare hands

Caught up in his alarm, he yells at you not to touch the shards and then goes to get a broom (or one of those little dustpan things) to clean up the mess

He comes back and sees your expression, and is honestly a little confused at first. You did manage to stay out of harm's way so he doesn't understand what's got you so distressed (he's so smart but also so very dumb)

You sit there while he quickly cleans the mess but when he notices that your eyes have kind of glazed over and you seem to be somewhere else, he gets a little worried and asks if you're alright

You tell him that you got frightened when he yelled because it reminded you of something and he has a moment of '...shit'

Kunikida puts down his dustpan/broom, puts a hand on your shoulder and gently explains that he wasn't mad at you but that he was just worried about you. He'd rather you made a mess unharmed than cleaned up the mess but gotten hurt

Don't be fooled by his calm demeanour, he actually feels really bad and will probably beat himself up for making such a mistake

He does end up cleaning it for you and asks you to please take care of yourself and be careful

Fukuzawa:

He has an odd tendency of being very intense with his kids out of the blue and then immediately feeling bad for it which is exactly what happens with you

You were probably bringing him tea or something when you accidentally dropped the tray and the cup shattered. He probably barely even reacted at all to it honestly, mostly just because he doesn't care THAT much about a cup. He has more

But then you apologise and kneel down to get them and this man might be tough but he is a softie at heart and panics when his kids are in harm's way (you're basically his kid let's be real)

So he yells, and it's basically that one scene in the theatre from Untold Origins all over again, except unlike Ranpo he knows that you don't really shake such things off so easily due to your past. So he's still concerned just for different reasons

He knows that as a father figure in your life he's supposed to protect you and that he had good intentions but it still affected you negatively in a way, and he's like. Really really sad about that fact (but he doesn't show it awh)

He apologises for yelling and asks you not to try and clean up ceramic shards with your bare hands because infections and y'know your hands are a pretty important part of your body

Fukuzawa is still firm as he speaks but he's also very gentle and nice about the whole thing and sits with you until you feel better

If you thank him for looking out for you, he'll be thinking about that for like the next week :'((((

Chuuya:

Chuuya yells like, a lot, but he often makes a conscious effort not to do so around you because he knows that you don't like it. Being a habit though, it sometimes comes out unintentionally

So say you're bringing him something to eat while he's working or something and while you're approaching him you drop and shatter the plate.

He's like 'Oh let me get that' and was gonna grab the shards with his ability (he doesn't have an issue with doing it himself cus it's lowkey quicker), but then he sees that you're about to collect them barehanded and yells at you to stop

When he sees you flinch he immediately starts backtracking like 'Wait, no- that's not what I meant' and comes to kneel beside you and pat you on the head (or back, whichever)

He quickly composes himself and apologises, saying that he was just worried about you, not angry about the plate or you wanting to clean it.

He tells you that he's gotten cuts on his palms before and they 'hurt like a motherfucker' so he didn't want you to get hurt too (and he's kinda being jokey about it because he's nice like that)

He just exudes comfort energy, so your panic moment doesn't really last that long. He's honestly very chill about the whole thing because he knows that you're not gonna make the same mistake

Even if you did though he'd help bandage your cuts without hesitation

Poe:

Poe is the opposite of Chuuya- he just DOESN'T yell at all. That's why it caught you as offguard as it did

When you dropped the plate he was a little scared because of the loud noise, but was relieved to see that you hadn't gotten hurt.

He really doesn't care much about a broken dish, because he can buy a billion more with ease. He just cares that you were about to hurt your hand (I'm quite sure you can possibly injure nerves by cutting your palm, and as a murder mystery writer Poe would absolutely be aware of this)

So he yells in an attempt to get you to quickly stop when you kneel down to clean it, and when he sees your face he feels awful

Poe hates yelling too, so he is extremely apologetic about the whole thing. He feels really bad because he knows that you find a lot of comfort with him and he's scared he's just ruined your trust in him to keep you safe

You tell him that you know he wasn't trying to be mean or malicious but he still feels really bad about it (lowkey you end up comforting HIM ngl)

He decides to clean up the mess himself (and lets you cuddle Karl while he does because he's basically an emotional support animal)

Will literally do anything to get you to trust him once more because he feels such an unnecessary amount of guilt (you have to really hammer it into him that you DO still trust him- he doesn't entirely believe you (projecting sorry lol))

Ranpo:

Ranpo is the Super Highschool Level Older Brother Figure. And as such he is appropriately concerned when he sees that you're about to try and handle a broken plate with bare hands

I'm absolutely certain that several times in the past Ranpo's dropped his fair share of dishes and gotten cuts from trying to pick them up too fast and he doesn't want that happening to you

So he yells to you not to touch them. When he sees your reaction to this, for a split second he panics but he actually handles it surprisingly well for a (2)6 year old

He comes over and sits down beside you. Then he explains to you that he doesn't want you to get hurt unnecessarily (especially somewhere like your hands) because he cares about you, so he panicked for a second and that's why he yelled.

(to everyone's surprise /j) he does apologise to you for it and give you a hug to help ground you and comfort you (he also gives you a little squeeze cus he feels bad aw)

If you ask him if he's mad about the broken dish he immediately goes back to normal and is like 'Pfft not at all. It's a plate Y/N' and tells you not to worry about it

He does make you feel better about the broken plate, but this is Ranpo we're talking about. You think he's gonna clean it up, or even help you clean it? No, that job unfortunately still falls entirely on you (damnit Ranpo)

Except this time you take cautionary measures before you do so. And Ranpo's happy to see it :)

Ranpoe:

Right, so these two are just little children in the bodies of men in their late twenties. However they are still very much in touch with their dad sides especially when it comes to you

So you're carrying a plate for some reason (maybe they're busy solving mysteries and eating snacks idk) but you drop it and it breaks. Poe's a millionaire and Ranpo is Ranpo so they don't care that they have one less plate

Then you hurriedly apologise to them and bend down to grab the plate and they both overreact and yell at you to stop (for the same reasons written above in their seperate scenarios)

Once they see you flinch they both have different reactions. Poe rushes over to see if you're alright but Ranpo is more wanting to give you a second to breathe and process

And that's literally what happens. Poe (and Karl) rushes over to check on you and Ranpo waits a minute before he joins him.

Ranpo comes to comfort you while Poe gets rid of the broken plate, then when he comes back he helps Ranpo explain why they both yelled earlier. He lets Ranpo do most of the talking though

They both express that they're just glad you didn't get hurt. And that you're allowed to make mistakes! Just don't do anything that will get yourself hurt

Will let you help them with their work/watch them work if you want to (usually that stuff's confidential but hey it's not like people are gonna question Ranpo and Poe now is it)

anon i will be your parental figure and we can straight up just forcefully shatter plates together (with safety glasses on though!!!) to let off steam

[ilwonuu]

hi! i love your writing sm! can you write smth for sunwoo from the boyz pretty please, like just anything fluff <3 🤭

yes yes i love the boyz sm!!! let me know who your bias is🤭 (dummy probably sunwoo) guess mine!!! i have multiple…lmfao okay anyways i hope you enjoy thank you for your request MYLOVE

.★ love me ★.

→ kim sunwoo.

⚞ summary- you go night swimming with your boyfriend.

⚞ warnings-a couple kisses, they’re in their bathing suits, affection, they are very flirty, love talk(cue wayv), they say the L word( not lesbian!!!),lmk what else

⚞ author’s note- happy late valentines day!!! ily all lmk what u thought of this and the new theme💖

you and your boyfriend don’t always break the rules together. but tonight was very different. though you were only break into the hotel pool after hours. not that much of a crime. you and sunwoo were nervous.

he leads the way to the pool you quietly leading behind him. “there’s no one lets go.” he says before grabbing your hand opening the door to the indoor/outdoor pool. “wow its big in here.” he nods quickly taking off his shirt jumping into the pool. he waves you in shortly after. “come on babe its feels nice in here. i want to kiss you.” he pouts. you comply quickly taking off your clothes over your swimsuit.

walking over to the pool getting in slowly. you are trying to ease your way in as slow as need but sunwoo is pretty impatient. he tugs your arm foward so you fall face first in the pool.

he looks so handsome. his hair not falling in his face as much. tan skin against the lights of the pool. he always looks beautiful but he especially does in the moment. you never want it to end. remembering to give him a playful response

“sunwoo. you are mean.” you pretend to cry. he doesn’t even begin to fall for your fake acts. “come here babe.” he says in low whisper you swim over to him.

he is now looking down at you. he pulls your face up closer to his. “hi.” you say nervously. “hi baby.” he chuckles at your nervous state. “your hair looks cute all messy and wet like this.” he smiles rubbing your hair around softly.

you roll your eyes at his actions but you are used to it by now. you pucker your lips at your boyfriend suddenly. him immediately responding, kissing your lips a couple of times. “so cute.” he gives you one big kiss on the forehead. you make a fake gag noise splashing him shortly after.

“you’re annoying.” he splashes you gently. “i love you tho.”

“i love you woo.” he pulls you against his chest. facing him directly. “so pretty.” he pulls you into a gentle kiss.

you melt into his lips for a moment pulling away. he just smiles at you. splashes you one more time before swimming away from you.

[st4r-sh0t]

Posting my opinion because i'm correct and i don't argue: Monster High edition

i know its nothing new to say that i dont like gen 3 but all im seeing on my fyp is shit about gen 3 getting cancelled and i NEED to tell someone or else i will explode and tumblr is literally the only place willing to hear me yap

I think its a great thing gen 3 got cancelled. The way i see it, MH shouldn't have even gotten a gen 2 because its not a multiverse. these shows are not made to keep going on forever!!! mattel only cares about making safe money and people keep supporting it because they can't handle the fact their fav show is over

Like never ONCE in MH (or most other shows they do this with, honestly) was there a plot point where they r like "omg theres actually another universe where everyone in MH is green!" or smth. MH is not a multiverse so obvi treating it as such isn't gonna pan out well.

"Oh, WeLl, It'S fOr ThE kIDs!111!!!" HOLY SHIT STFU. I understand that the people who grew up with gen 1 aren't the target audience and it "isn't for us" but once again, lets bffr cuz who's buying the merch for their kids?? who is paying these streaming services??? ME BITCH! and imma tell u what when i have kids, they r growing up on gen 1 MH.

although i don't argue and i am 100% correct all the time i would love to hear your opinions! do you agree? do you disagree? lmk in the comments!

TLDR; THANK FUCKING GOD GEN 3 GOT CANCELLED!!! MH isn't made to last forever like spiderman or smth. Fuck mattel, hopefully we get some NEW shows around here!

(sidenote; the kids that grew up on gen 1 are NOT that old cuz i grew up on gen 1 and im not even legally allowed to drink yet so....)

[bootlegroxy]

roxy

/ˈrɑksi/

noun

a silly autistic (ca)tgirl who spends way 2 much time on the internet

synonyms: rox

^finally.. not crusty ass jade dance gif

haii :3 welcome 2 my blog!! here i post/reblog a lot of stuff that i like which atm is homestuck, pokemon, & dungeon meshi. i also LOVE yttd i have a whole sideblog 4 it (ahem. @sou-hiyuri) cuz i wanna rb cool shit w/o spoiling ppl lol

whenever i'm not rotting away being a lazy piece of shit i tend 2 draw & code & edit vids & stuff

i'm @/arsenic_catnip on discord n will accept frqs from mutuals. if i deny urs then tell me cuz i prob just didn't recognize u sry,,

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if u need smth tagged lmk!! i try 2 tag any flashing gifs/vids with "#flashing" n anything else i think needs a warning with "#tw [sample text]" (no brackets obv)

uh here's other blogs that i run besides the yttd 1:

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idk what else 2 put here bai :P

[subskz]

Hi rin!! It’s me, your fave anon ((hehe I’m jp.)) anyways, I just wanted to ask a small favor ! As you know, I struggle with finding the motivation to write and actually pull through and finish when I do start a fic 😭. (My wips Are out of control rn..but I wanna start something new!) I was hoping maybe you could give me a small prompt, and a member! I really love your Writing (we know this.) and this is gonna sound so corny, but your work inspires me to improve my own writing! I thought it could be the push I need to have motivation to actually start up again! (IF ITS TOO MUCH TO ASK DW, I WILL FIGURE IT OUT)

Hope You’re Doing Well hun!

-🫧

hello hello! PLEASE ur so cute haha it’s always a delight to see you!! though i’m sorry to hear motivation to write still hasn’t been coming in consistently, it’s definitely a neverending battle 💔 of course i’d be happy to throw out some ideas!! i’m not sure if you’d prefer sfw or nsfw so i’ll do a mix!

since channie is your ult maybe smth w him will spark inspiration!! i cant get his bbl messages where he was asking stays how he should dress out of my head so i think it’d be a fun idea to write abt clothes shopping w him! having him try on all the different outfits the reader picks out for him and, naturally, he’s a lil awkward n shy abt it esp when the compliments start coming in <3 and if ur looking to make it nsfw it could take a turn where the reader pulls him into one of the fitting rooms (or back home for less risk haha) and toys w him in front of the full-length mirror until he accepts all their praises

another idea i think works well for lix or jeongin…or hannie too! the reader using a fleshlight to teach him how to give head/fuck them properly, teasing him the entire time for how inexperienced he is n how quick he is to fall apart even w just a toy~

for another sfw option, smth else i never stop thinking abt is that day a few yrs ago when lixie sent like 50 voice msgs on bbl trying to learn how to do makeup from stays 😭 i think it’d be really cute to write abt applying makeup w him n leaving kisses all over each other’s faces <3 maybe even styling his hair and painting his nails too!

it doesn’t sound corny at all i’m so touched my writing could inspire you somehow ㅠㅠ i dont take that lightly, it really means a lot to me so thank you for saying that! i hope these lil prompts can get the creative juices flowing for u 😸 if you decide to write any of them and feel comfortable to share w me, please do!! (no pressure ofc) and if you’d like a more specific prompt just lmk ♡

[wobspots]

here she isssss ive been trying out some new brushes and getting funkier w stylization, i rlly like this one so far!!

au explanation under the cut

what if. berserk but its one of those corny 70s/80s space race-flavoured sci-fi alien horror movies? with the whole retrofuturism aesthetic and low budget practical effects

i made griffith a woman bc yes, shes this prodigy scientist of some sort who has this uncanny ability to like predict stuff, to the point where her coworkers (other scientists at the, idk, National Extraterrestrial Defense Unit of Security and Research or wtvr) try to come up with explanations on How she can just know stuff. (its aliens. obviously.)

Caska would be one of the astronauts on her mission and really look up to griffith, the only woman in such a high-ranking position and someone who trusts and vouches for caska. She is still griffith's subaltern, and they barely see each other since they work in different sections.

Guts would start out as a mechanic, a low, manual labour position. The type the higher-up scientists would pass by when seeing the spaceships and not greet, which is exactly the situation where griffith first meets him. But!!! her spidey senses premonition thing tell her that he has this huge unfulfilled potential, and she manages to convince her superiors to transfer him to an astronaut position, since her instincts had never failed them.

The Zodd thing would be translated into a unexplainable error either in the system or infrastructure during a trial of which guts is participating (think that big spinny thing to accustom the astronauts to the g-force of takeoff!). Griffith would risk her position and her life to save him by, like, running into the breaker room and turning off the power. and ofc guts blames himself

maybe this is the event that triggers griffith's "imprisonment": she compromised the whole plant just to save one guy whos not even qualified to be an astronaut in the first place, but she can't get fired, cuz she ~knows too much~. so instead they do secret govmnt shit to her :O

or maybe this serves more like zodd's thing does in the canon: Guts feels guilty and even if griffith doesn't get [REDACTED], she still needs to regain her superiors' trust and becomes way colder and detached from the friendships she made with her coworkers to just focus on getting things done right. then guts would leave and she would do some other thing to piss her superiors off and get [REDACTED]. maybe something like finding secret aliens being studied by the government area 51 style, knowing something she shouldn't have.

still havent figured out what [REDACTED] means tho. im leaning towards smth like 'she gets captured for secret government human experiments!!!11! and gets cool powers' or 'she tries to get off the map so she doesn't get assassinated and comes in contact w aliens who r like u r the chosen one... we put you on this planet to spy on the humans for us and now its time you learn your true purpose.... cast aside your flesh and join us in destroying humanity!!!!' or like, 'she is imprisoned but they still have her work in accounting or something else where they think she'd be alienated (pun intended) but she has the Instinct and figures out where the secret aliens are stored or sabotages the mission or something' idk.

then she gets 'turned' either into a sentient all-powerful program, or an alien via parasitism, or she was just an alien all along, or as a consequence of the experiments, or she manages to contact the aliens and they do some alien transformation on her. then its guts and caska fighting in an alien apocalypse with silly rayguns :3

anyway. heres my excuse to draw office lady griffith and rugged space explorer caska+guts fixing up the ship in a grease-stained tank top 😳😳😳😳

lmk what you think!!! id love to talk more w yall :333

my berserk bingles, I think you'll be pleased to know that I drew more griffith today 🕴️

forgor to take a screenshot but I'll post my progress 2morrowww

[earthshe]

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❝    HEY    ,    WATCH    IT  !     ❝           he    had    missed    sword’s    edge    narrowly    ,    stumbling    as    they    regained    balance  .        SOKKA    ,    though    careful    and    articulate    with    the    sword    most    of    the    time    ,    had    a        (    rare    )        habit    to    get    .    .    .        overzealous  .        a    sharp    rise    of    the    hand        &.        SOKKA’s    core    was    hit    with    solid    rock    ,    sending    him    on    his    back    with    TOPH    standing    over   him    ,    hands   perched    on    their    hips  .        [    𝙮𝙤𝙪    𝙝𝙖𝙙    𝙖    𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧        /        irritation    be    an    emotion    that    came    to    you    rather    easily  .    ]             ❝   if    you’re    gonna    swing    that    thing    around    ,    do    it    away    from    me  !       in    case    you    didn’t    know        -        𝙸’𝙼    𝙽𝙾𝚃    𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙸𝙳    𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙺  !        GOT    IT  ?        ❝

[chocotonez]

skz reacting to their s/o using their head as a drum

a/n: love it when you guys get creative because literally how would I have ever thought of this

warnings/genre: fluff, banter, uhhh using a head as a drum?? lmk if anything else should be tagged!

chan

-the awkward “haha babe ur so silly”

-slightly worried but slightly into the beat ur making tbh

-offers a worried :] smile, and thinks you’re adorable but also what even prompted this response??

-sorta overthinks it and is like “is everything okay?? are you bored? do you need my attention?”

-honestly doesn’t mind it very much unless he’s working hehe

-“ohhh wait, do that again it sounded good” “will you credit me in your next album??” **sigh**

lee know

-looks back up at you with a disgruntled expression as if you just insulted him

-“wtf are you doing” “why do you hate my music career” “because it sucks, get off my head”

-mostly joking, doesn’t care but he’d prefer you go explore your musical interests somewhere else

-tries so hard not to giggle if you hum along to a beat your making, will never admit how much it amuses him

-just lets you at it, maybe if he’s in a bad mood he would just gently swat your hand away but most of the time he just rolls his eyes and lets you…drum on his head

changbin

-turns it around and reaches up to drum on your head while laughing

-“haha how does it feel?? >:)”

-most of the time just takes it as a prompt to mess with you and pat your head to a beat

-first time he was definitely more ???, but if it becomes a habit he’ll just laugh it off

-genuinely doesn’t mind it compared to others, he thinks it’s kinda cute especially when you stand over him to just drum on his head or mess around

-looks up at you with a dumb smile and is sJWNDOWSJJS sorry anyways yeah he just loves you

hyunjin

-the one to grab your wrist, and then hold your hand to get you to stop

-he reaches up to hold your hand and he just gives you a squeeze to let you know he’s not like…mad, you’re just being silly

-“what? is my baby bored?” and he always laughs at your response, whether it be in agreement or a roll of your eyes

-doesn’t care as much if he’s tired, because he doesn’t have the energy to care and he’s also kinda lulling off because of the rhythmic tapping

-he doesn’t hate it, because it’s always a good excuse to hold your hand <3

han

-the more confused one, but doesn’t go out of his way to stop you LMAO

-every time he just looks at you like ??? because do you want something?? is this a torture method?? are you trying to mind control him or smth??

-spends his time just contemplating your possible hierarchy of needs while you’re dropping the sickest beat of 2023 on his head

-poor boy just doesn’t know what to do and just lets you go at it

-thinks it’s kinda cute anyways, if not strange, but still cute

felix

-gives a :> and just lets you have fun

-“what? trying to take my job?” “you know how much people would pay for a single that’s just someone using your head as a drum??” and he’s just giggling and he’s so cute I’m sobbing

-likes to randomly move his head so you miss and laughs because you stumble a bit and he thinks he’s so funny

-leans back so you can hold his face in your hands

-it’s not that he dislikes it, but he doesn’t like it either. there’s way better ways to entertain yourself, including just spooning him or giving him a kiss </3

seungmin

-another ??? wtf are you doing type

-probably starts knocking on his own head to see what the appeal is all about

-“shhh minnie i’m making music!!” “let me knock on your head to make sure it’s not hollow, because what in the world are you doing??”

-gives you a fake look of disgust but immediately bursts out laughing when he holds your gaze for too long, and just lets you at it

ot the biggest fan but when he looks up to see your smile, he has to fight the need to run laps and giggle n squeal about how cute u are

jeongin

-“wtf stop you’re gonna mess up my hair” “so you just hate my aspirations or being a musician??” “y/n.”

-leans on disliking it, another one who just reaches up to hold your hand to get you to stop

-“if you’re that bored do you wanna help me clean the dorm?” and you’re immediately o-O

-laughs when you drum his head because it’s just so?? stupid?? but it’s so funny and you’re also so cute?? it’s the most conflicting thing ever

-like how is he supposed to dislike this when you laugh all prettily and you’re smiling down on him like that :((

-unfair tbh

[mvement]

hey boo i hope ur doing well!!! <3 i thought i’d just shoot u a lil message bc im so curious about what u think of the svt cb!!! i think it’s just so so so good - they’re insane 🫠 also nct dream’s repackage comes out tomorrow hehe this is our time honestly 😌

lotte love how are youuuuu!!! <3

abt svt - oh i couldn't have lost all my shit more 🫶 the song is INSANE, the album is !!!!!!!Incredible (have u listened to it?? if so lmk ur favorite bsides!!) and the mv feels like something i made up and came true somehow like. theres so much to be addressed. minghao... idk where to start. why is he cosplaying as gaara aka my favorite 2d little guy (idk if u r into any anime at all so im not sure u ever watched naruto???) and THAT choreo... i Shan't say any further. u saw what i saw it's a lot

anyways wonwoo in all green velvet or smth and one red contact lens... its the villain vibes i've always needed from him

for some reason im obsessed w hoshi dancing w that skeleton

i won't comment on anything else cos if i start i wont shut up so there's my review!!! i really, really love the comeback, the concepts and all songs fr

now abt nct - i didnt know they were having a repackage!??! gonna check out if it's out by now!! and if it is then let me hear ur own review abt it heheh

also, i'm sorry it's taken me ages to get back to u in those replies about the fest u saw nct dream/monsta x??/etc in!! i took a short trip on the week before last and after that i felt the strongest urge to take a break from social media overall, so!! hope you've been doing good <3

[hoonloveclub]

carpooling to school w/enha hyung line :D

(best friend!enhypen, high school au, fluff!)

a/n: ik it’s only hyung line i was running out of juice but lmk if you guys want a maknae line one! hope u guys like it （≧∇≦）oh also! i kinda want to make more high school aus so if you guys have any specific hs scenarios (like this one) feel free to send me an ask! <3

heeseung:

he’d be a pretty trustworthy driver i think

texts u when he gets to your house

always greets u happily even though he’s never fully awake yet

“morning” followed by a very forced smile to which u laugh at and he probably laughs with u

stares at you while you get yourself situated

“um hee, school?”

“oh yea right sorry”

you both listen to the radio softly as you guys warm up to each other after not seeing each other for a day

“oh yea and i need your history notes i didn’t do them yesterday”

“heeseung!!!!! u said you were gonna stop asking me” >:((

“y/n i promise this is the last time”

“yea suree you’re lucky i love u dumbass”

chilling in the school parking lot for 15 minutes before actually going to class

aka heeseungs hw copying time

jay:

late half of the time

*his phone rings*

“JAY WHERE ARE U U WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AT MINE 10 MINUTES AGO”

“shit i’ll be there in five”

still has a good fit on 

also probably has a nice ass car

you’re already waiting on the porch

once you get in the car he smiles at u cheekily and ruffles your hair

*you’re obvi frustrated*

“yk we’re already late so.. breakfast?”

“...”

“only if u pay”

“i knew it” he pinches your cheek and squeals excitedly

“shut up jay”

yall end up missing all of first period LOL

jake:

probably never late and he gets u coffee or breakfast in the morning </3

i feel like he drives a truck LMFAO anyways

greets u really endearingly bc it’s a joke between u guys lol

“morning y/n-ie~~~”

“wassup jakieeee~~ waitttt what’s this?? did u get this for me??”

“um duh”

“dUDE STOP BEING SO CUTE OR ELSE I WONT EVER BE ABLE TO FIND A S/O” u push him aggressively

he laughs AND “oh and i got u bandaids. u said u ran out last night”

*u literally start tearing up*

“jakee u cant keep being so perfect i didn’t even pay u back for the lunch yesterday yet”

*u actually start crying bc u feel bad chjdsknd*

“Y/N. DUDE. WHY ARE U CRYING ITS NOT A BIG DEAL”

*gets embarrassed so he starts driving*

murmurs a little “just put on your seatbelt before u get hurt”

sunghoon:

honks when he gets to your house and continues to honk a million times if u don’t get to his car after 5 minutes

*u walk out sleep deprivation evident on your face*

“did u just walk through a tornado to get to my car or smth???” signature smile plastered on his face

pretty mfer

“stfu hoon you’re not the one with three exams today”

“okayy no need to project y/n. oh also i got u coffee”

“you did?”

“yea that’s what i just said??”

“this is why your my favorite person”

“yea.. that’s why i’m my favorite person too”

“hey take that backk”

playful fighting is a MUST every morning for u guys  

despite that he always has an extra sweater in his car just in case u get cold or forget one

[fruitcoops]

If you’re up for more of a series could you possibly write the part of Remus recovering at home after leaving the game (the one with the stick to the face) and Sirius having to take care of him and all that?

Yes, I can! I’m so glad you guys are enjoying the continuation of something I wrote so long ago <3 Side note: I would give my left foot to be part of the Lions groupchat. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bruises and blood

Sirius was worried. Even though Remus claimed he felt fine, he was just fine, everything was fine, a small seed of doubt lingered in the back of his mind. He had dozed off in the car on the way home—Sirius’ heart had stuttered for a moment before the swelling-enhanced snores started. His phone lit up every few seconds, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off the road for even a millisecond, just in case.

Remus woke when the car stopped and immediately winced. “What’s wrong?” Sirius asked, taking the hand that rested on his thigh.

“Just hurts.” Remus kissed his knuckles as best he could. His skin felt strange, and the edge of the tape was an unfamiliar sensation next to the softness of his lips. Sirius collected their gear from the trunk, then helped him up the front steps; just as he went to unlock the door, he felt Remus’ hand tighten on his forearm. “I hate not being able to see well.”

Sirius kissed his temple. “That’s what you’ve got me for.”

Hattie stopped in her tracks as soon as the door opened, and Remus frowned. “Hatters? Where are you, sweet girl?”

“She’s here.” Sirius whistled for her and crouched, setting their bags aside while Remus sat crosslegged on the floor and held his arms out. Hattie’s tail wagged low, almost as if she was afraid; she glanced up at Sirius, who tilted his head back toward Remus. “Go on, mon chou, he’s not going to break.”

“C’mere,” Remus said softly, shifting in her direction. “C’mere, babycakes. I need some cuddles right now—there we go. Okay, Hat Trick, okay.”

Sirius carefully closed the door as Hattie climbed into Remus’ lap and let him hug her, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Good girl,” Sirius said softly. A quiet sniffle led to a flinch. “Re? What’s wrong?”

“I fucking love our dog.” His voice sounded even more clogged than before.

“Are you alright?”

“It really hurts.” A shuddering breath made Hattie nuzzled closer. “Hey, good girl. I love you.”

Sirius sat down next to them and wrapped his arm around Remus’ shoulder, tracing a pattern with his thumb. “Deep breaths. You can take more Tylenol in a few hours. Let’s go get some ice, yeah?”

“Can I stay here with her?”

“Of course.” Sirius kissed the top of his head and gave Hattie a gentle pet before walking into the kitchen and grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer, as well as a towel to wrap it. The last thing Remus needed was a freezer-burned bruise. They were in the same position when he came back, though Remus raised his head from her thick fur when he heard him coming. “I’m going to put it on your face, okay?”

“Okay.” Remus sighed when the ice pressed against his eye and one hand came up to cradle Sirius’, running carefully down to his wrist. “Love you.”

“I love you, too. I was thinking about making some soup if you want to hang here for a bit.”

Remus nodded silently, though his lower lip wobbled in the one spot it wasn’t puffy. Sirius carefully transferred the ice pack to his hand and ran his thumbs over Remus’ cheekbones—usually they were sharp enough to cut glass, but now they were purple and overheated under his touch. He kissed each one before going back to the kitchen.

After grabbing some soup from the freezer and turning the stove on, he finally took his phone out. You Have: 20 New Messages

Message From: J ;)

Did you get home safe?

Call me when u can

Lil is worried ☹

Tell Re we send big hugs

 Message From: Tremz <3

Lmk when you get home

Leo is making soup for u

Bringing it over demain matin and won’t let us have any :(((

 Message From: Bliz

Nat sends her love for Re

Remember ice packs and NO IBUPROFEN DUMBASS

Ily

 Message From: Dumo

Sa mère est inquiète

Send text when home safe, love you

 Message From: Walkie Talkie :P

U okay? Sending lots of love

Lmk if you need soup or smth <3

 Message From: Hope <3

Thank you for the call honey <3

Tell Remus not to look at his phone and keep us updated please

Love you so much <3

 Message From: Baby Rookie

I’m bringing y’all soup and that’s a threat

NO IBUPROFEN OR I’LL TP UR HOUSE

Big hugs for Re <333

 Sirius laughed under his breath.

Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

Home safe. Re is fine, getting lots of cuddles from Hattie. Thanks for the messages.

 He sent a few more texts to the individual people and, after a quick conversation with Hope, stirred the soup until it began to bubble. Remus entered the kitchen a few seconds after he took two bowls out of the cupboard. “Smells good.”

“It does. Are the lights bugging you?”

“Nah. At least I can see.”

Sirius poured out two portions and set one in front of Remus, handing him a spoon as well. “Careful, it’s hot.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Can’t cook it cold.”

Sirius’ phone began to ping several times in rapid succession and he turned the ringer off quickly, checking the screen to make sure there wasn’t an emergency. “Leo’s bringing us soup in the morning.”

“Neat. Is everyone else okay?” Remus blew the steam off his spoon.

“The guys are all worried about you.” Sirius glanced back up, only to see Remus staring down at his soup bowl, frozen in place. “Re? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Is this my mom’s?” he asked in a small voice.

Sirius wracked his brain. “…I think so? It was in the freezer. Is that okay?”

He nodded silently and a tear dripped down his cheek. “ ‘s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He reached across the counter and pressed Remus’ hand between his own, wiping his cheek dry.

“God, I miss them. You called her, right? To let her know I’m fine?”

“I did. She told me to give you something.”

Remus’ eyebrows drew together and he looked up. “What?”

Sirius scooted around the table and wrapped his arms around Remus, pulling him in for a tight hug and pressing his face into his curls. “This.”

“Thank you.” Remus went a little boneless against him. “I needed that.”

“I bet. Do you want me to give them another call so you can talk to her?”

Remus squinted at the clock. “It’s pretty late.”

“They’re still awake.”

“Could we?” Remus dug around in his pocket and handed it to Sirius, who dialed Hope’s number and put it on speakerphone.

The call connected on the first ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, mom.”

“Are you okay, love?” Hope sounded like she was on the verge of tears already. “You sound a little funny.”

“A little banged up, but I’m alright.” Remus gripped Sirius’ hand tightly. “We heated up the soup you left us.”

“Oh, I’m so glad. Have you taken any Tylenol? Ibuprofen is bad for bruises, but I don’t know how much pain you’re in.” Her voice hitched at the end of the sentence.

“Mom, it’s okay,” Remus said gently. “It’s okay, I promise I’m fine. It looked worse than it was.”

Looks pretty bad to me. “Hestia took really good care of him,” Sirius said instead. “We got home safe and we’re icing up now.”

“What’s the healing look like? Sirius said you didn’t have a concussion.”

Thank you, Remus mouthed before turning back to the phone. “About two weeks, mostly for the little scrapes.”

The ‘little scrapes’ were held together by strips of medical tape, but once again, Sirius kept his thoughts to himself. “The blood was just a regular old nosebleed and a cut on the lip.”

Hope paused and they heard a new voice in the background. “Alright. Is it okay if Jules and your father say goodnight?”

“Yeah, totally.” Remus sniffled and Sirius silently handed him a tissue.

The line crackled for a moment. “Re?”

“Hey, buddy!” All trace of pain and exhaustion disappeared from his voice. “How’s it going?”

“Are you still bleeding?”

“Nope, my nose is a-okay. I’ve got a pretty cool black eye, though. Kinda look like a pirate.”

“The announcers were saying you were really hurt.” Jules’ voice wavered and Sirius’ heart broke a bit.

“Well, they were wrong.” Remus leaned closer to the phone, as if he could reach right through it. “In two weeks I’ll be good as new. I was really lucky.”

“Okay,” Jules still sounded unsure. “Mom says I have to go to bed.”

“Yeah, it’s late, buddy. Sleep well. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

There was a rustling noise. “Remus?”

“Hey, dad.” The exhaustion returned and Sirius rubbed his back gently, letting him lean on his shoulder.

After a moment of hesitation, Lyall sighed. “Alright, they’re in the other room. What actually happened?”

“High stick from the Ravens caught me in the face. No concussion, just bruises and swelling.”

“Do I want to ask Sirius to send me a picture?”

Remus winced. “Probably not.”

He sighed again. “I’m sorry we can’t come out and see you.”

“Don’t worry about it, dad,” Remus said softly. “Really, I’m okay. It sucks, it hurts, I’ll ice it and be fine.”

“Sirius, are you there?”

“I’m here.”

“If he starts pulling some ‘go back to practice early’ bullshit—”

“Dad—”

“—don’t let him. If you have to lock him in the bathroom, I promise to cover for you.”

“Yes, sir,” Sirius laughed.

Lyall chuckled on the other end as Remus groaned. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. If Sirius locks me in a bathroom, I’m citing you in the court case.”

“There won’t be enough witnesses if he does it right. Sleep well, kiddo. Thanks for calling.”

“Love you,” Remus said again as the call ended. He blew out a long breath and leaned his forehead on Sirius’ chest. “Thank you for that.”

“Ne rien, mon loup. You should eat and then take a shower.”

“Are you saying I smell?” Remus teased.

“Yes, I am. I also think you’ll feel better if you do.”

They ate in silence; both were hungry, so it wasn’t long before Remus walked carefully up the stairs. Sirius checked the groupchat as he poured himself a third bowl of soup. You Have: 7 New Messages.

Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

DETAILS CAP

That is the blandest fucking response I’ve ever read

I’m guessing y’all are alive then???

Y’all

Haha y’all

Ok gator boy

Give Hattie lots of kisses from us and also GIVE US DETAILS

 Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

What do you want to know??? We got home, ate soup, called parents, and now Re is showering

You’re so fucking nosy jfc

Also cut Rookie some slack it’s hard being so far from his swamp

 Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

From the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself.

He doesn’t have to he has Remus

Pots I’m going to remove your kneecaps

 Sirius paused just before responding. Despite the quiet of the house, he couldn’t hear the shower running. “Re?”

“Up here.”

“Did you take a shower already?”

“Not yet.”

The bathroom door was ajar and the light was on when he entered their bedroom; Remus stood at the sink, staring into the mirror as he felt along the edges of the butterfly tape at his lip. “Did something happen?”

“It’s worse than I thought.” Sirius stepped inside and joined him, staring at their reflections. The stripes that marked the stick’s edges had turned almost indigo since they left the rink; no less than six pieces of tape decorated the places between mottled bruises. Remus reached up to touch his cheekbone and Sirius guided his hand back down.

“Poking it won’t help.”

“Two weeks, huh?”

“That’s what Hestia told me.”

“Will you help me get the tape off?”

Sirius patted the edge of the counter and Remus pushed himself up on it, leaning forward for easy access. The first one was easy—a small cut just below his brow. It slid away without an issue and Sirius pressed a gentle kiss to the spot, then moved on to the next one. They fell into a rhythm—one side, second side, slow pull, and a kiss, until only two were left.

Remus hissed in pain as he lifted the edge of the tape across the bridge of his nose and Sirius shushed him softly, moving to the other side. “Two more, sweetheart.”

“Just rip it off.”

Sirius gave him a look. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll do it.”

“No, you won’t, because that would be a stupid idea.”

Remus huffed, but didn’t protest. His jaw ticked as Sirius pulled the last bit off. “Can we leave the lip one?”

“Not unless you want an infection.”

“You’d be a good PT.”

“I would be the worst PT.” Sirius worked the inner edge free. “I know, like, ten stretches and basic first aid. My bedside manner sucks, too, and I’d pass the fuck out if someone asked me to set a bone for them.”

“Good points all around,” Remus laughed.

The motion pulled the last of the tape off and Sirius held it up with a grin. “All done. Hey, your swelling is down. I can see your eyes now.”

The slight gleam of amber brightened as Remus smiled. “I thought I could see a little better.”

“Do you want company?”

Remus thought for a moment, prodding the cut on his lip with his tongue. “As much as I’d love to invite you in, I think I need a second to myself.”

“Cool.” Sirius kissed his cheek and stepped out of the bathroom. “Yell if you need anything. I’ll be in bed.”

He made a pit stop downstairs to gather Hattie and bring Remus’ ice pack up, and by the time he finally slid between the sheets it was nearly midnight. Remus came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking happier but still incredibly worn out. He took another Tylenol and snuggled up against Sirius’ side with a quiet hum, laying the ice pack over his face once again.

“Sleep tight, Re.”

“Love you.”

[luvargas]

     i think i just saw LUCILA “ LU ” VARGAS ride by on a golf cart . at least i think it was her . after all , CREDIT IN THE STRAIGHT WORLD BY HOLE was blasting on the transistor radio . maybe she was on her way to work , i hear she’s a PERSONAL TRAINER . but she totally could have been on her way to SNEAK IN A SMOKE AT THE GARDEN . guess we’ll never know . you’ll definitely know its her when you see LOOSE AND TANGLED HAND WRAPS , BUTTON BADGES ON VEGAN LEATHER ,  AND HEAR THE SHRILL SOUND OF BICKERING around the country club . let’s just hope she stays off the green after hours or else the sprinklers will get her !

( new muse, messy thoughts, u get the gist. pls know the views of this chara do not reflect my own. the name’s katya, 21, she/her pronouns & im ready 2 party. feel free to hmu wnvr or drop a like to plot n ill com 2 u ! x — oh n pls be a pal n read this quick disclaimer. tysm ! )

BASICS

24 years old

15 april 1997

5′1″ or 1.55m tall

bisexual cis woman, she/her

aries sun, aqua moon, and aqua rising

love languages : quality time & acts of service

BIO POINTS

kid o’ divorce, lived w her ma in chicago til she was 6 then w her dad in highlands til 14 then back to her ma ! 

def a daddys gorl. so used to her white pop’s leniency that livin w her strict latina ma durin her teen yrs was So Not Her Vibe ergo * cue her rebel grrrl phase *

did not finish hs ! left senior yr 2 to go w her “ radically progressive ” college bf to [ insert dev country. ] they broke up after a few mos but she kept at that life for a couple more yrs

seen some places. lived in new countries. done some shit. some good, some sus, but all generally well-intentioned. tis a whole thing but u get the gist, nywy !

lu’s back in da usa by 21. rel w the ma is strained but the pa is chill w stuff, they kept in touch. he said shell get her college fund if she gets her ged so she does !

her dad is v active n stuff so shes just always been v sporty w him. lu turnin 23 w zilch plans worried him so he implored her to get certified as a personal trainer ! n when she did, he called in a few favors w a pal he knows et voilà ! ur hired.

LU AT WORK

shes been workin at the country club fr a little over a yr now. most her clients are influencer-type gals n they luv her bc shes can take rlly cute pics n stuff for content. lu sorta likes some of em n she fakes the rest for the bread. u can bet she clowns all em richies behind their back   

unless she got clients, catch her runnin’ about the club n minglin’ w the other workers. does it annoy mngmt ? yes. n she luvs that. but bc her soon-2-b-karen clients luv her n wont stand for her bein booted, she can milk that impunity

actually knows her shit n lowkey rlly enjoys the work. she picked back up the boxing n tae kwon do she did when she was younger plus she was always in the track team at school. v healthy lifestyle save for her smokin vice n the party moments

PERSONALITY 

passionate ! has lotsa opinions. helluva a drama queen, bit of a loud mouth, argumentative n stubborn but her heart’s in the right place, albeit a lil misguided. comes w the whole activist bit, bitin her tongue just aint it. highkey makes everythin political n smtms gotta realize .,.,. it just aint that deep chief. some say shes needlessly defiant, but maybe thats a in the beholder typa thing ? fingers crossed 4 lu’s sake

fun, fun, fun ! can be real naggy but shes no buzzkill. wannabe anarchist-slash-mutineer who wants 2 stick it 2 the man ! get rowdy go crazy

fight, fight, fight ! goin back to the first bit, she talks big. esp w like ,, men n the whites lol. she can actually walk her threats tho she isnt actually violent. w arguments, she likes to start em but finishin is ... ruff.  also any dare, she wont back down in either doin it or arguin why doin it wld be smth-ist. shes not the sharpest tool ok rip lu

loyal legend ! fr her friends n buds, shell turn a blind eye. pals r the only exception ! truly ride or die n will do errthng 4 em. v much a believer in the power of community n ppl needin ppl or wtvr, yk, all that stuff. shes mouthy but like, she helps ppl 

here’s a brief blurb n a more coherent look into lu as a character

TIDBITS

lu can understand spanish but hers is a bit broken, tis her secret shame shhh

she doesn’t believe in the institution. any institution. u name it, shes got beef

pls dont fact check her she cant hear u

probs lowkey thinks shes better than u bc shes vegan

prefers 2 be called “ lu ” n ny1 who insists on lucila is dead 2 her 

comments abt her not lookin like a pt w her height n frame will result in an earful n a dramatic outburst. it aint worth it chief

watches lotsa sports w her pops. mostly indiv ones. mma, boxing, tennis, track, etc

dont ask me abt her principles n politics, i cant explain em either. v inconsistent n just messy at this point tbh but here’s a lil attempt ig

she drives a 2018 prius n lives in a p nice 1br apt outside the club

her mom’s middle class n her dad is almost upper-middle class. he isnt a member of the club but, like ,,, he cld be if he wanted to lol. he spoils her sm while she hasnt rlly Spoken to her mom besides civility, rip they both stubborn, tis a vargas thing

she is v much in a comfy position money-wise n dsnt hav much Need to hustle but sis does hav a couple of organizations she regularly sends some dough to so thats nice ig

she went fr grassroots activist to a veteran twitter/tumblr/reddit/wtvr ranter n a change.org gofundme petition regular. is it burnout ? is she ok ? honestly who knows

WANTED CONNECTIONS / TAKEN CONNECTIONS

found family ! pals n squad wanted. y’all gotta hav patience or ear plugs to power thru her self-indulgent mini-rants but shell luv ya back tenfold !

carpool buds ? cld be a pal ! or maybe yall had a lil argument or small beef but lu still drives ym bc her pride ? said mother earth first even tho the tension n silly drama is funny 

homies to smoochies ! just sum nsa makin out. cld be pals, cld be flirty, idk, but if u wanna kiss her shes probs ok w that

smoke bud ! just sum1 thats her go-to 2 smoke w on her breaks. knows not to call her out on how its not healthy fr a trainer yada yada she knows ok. let her live

an ex ? idk yet shes not rlly datey but thats out there

crushes ! this bitch hot but does she know how to flirt ? not rlly. watch her fumble

debate club ! aka sum1 she bickers w relentlessly. its valid, sum1 fite her. r u a worker or a club member ? either works. its a whole club bc she can have tons, lu can be hella annoying n testy

clients ! self-explanatory. do they get along tho ? lets find out ! 

( im officially braindead now but if y’all got more ideas or think theres smth lu wld fit just lmk !!! down 4 wtvr, wld luv 2 hash it out w yall <3 ) 

[fruityutas]

my good luck charm

bike racer!yuta x reader

lowercase intended

not proofread

wordcount: 1.02k

!this is a work of fiction and should be taken as such!

@amaixiaojun u wanted to see this and here it is! thx for the motivation bub!!

genre: fluff

summary: ok so basically yuta is a bike racer in japan and you’re his gf/bf and he is one of the best but you've never been to a race bc you don't want to see him get potentially hurt but you go to one of them and he wins duh but yea. The whole vibe is late night illegal bike racing in run down areas of japan thx

✰warnings: illegal activity(don’t do illegal things kids), ummm can’t think of anything else but if you find smth lmk!

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“i don’t want to see you get hurt, you know that.” 

 “but baby, you're my good luck charm just with me thinking of you! imagine when you’re actually there, i won’t even need to try to win.” yuta wanted you to come to a race so bad but you hated to go because one, they were illegal, and two you didn’t want to see if he got hurt. he had begged you to come to this race all week and tonight was the big night. 

 “fine. but only if you promise me food afterwards.” food was always a weakness for you and if it was involved, you could do damn near anything. he cheers and pulls you into a suffocating hug.

 “finally! my baby can see me race instead of only hearing about it!” you giggled at his antics.

 “ok i get it you’re happy but i need to get dressed!” he put you down so you could go get ready for tonight’s race. you threw on pair of jeans and a simple t shirt with your sneakers and headed back downstairs. he was bouncing from foot to foot by the door. when he saw you he grabbed the keys and rushed you out the door. 

 “cmon, i can get you the best seat to see me!” shaking your head, you got in the car. yuta’s enthusiasm was cute to you, and you loved it when he was softer with you. it was rare nights when he got home in time to see you awake, and even in the mornings, you had to work. Whenever you could see him for extra time, you took the opportunity. 

 “so are you going to cheer for me?” he glanced over to you while driving. you smiled at him through the amber lights of the street lamps. 

 “Of course, why would i go to my boyfriend’s race to not cheer for him when he wins?” he laughed out loud and placed his hand on your thigh. when he pulled into an empty lot, you were a bit confused.

 “wait, so where is the actual track?” he glances at you. 

 “we have to walk to it.” you groan before getting out of the car. yuta comes around the car quickly and wraps his arm around your waist. “i’m just joking, baby. i just need to call my friend and he’ll pick us up and drive us.” you let out a ‘hmph’ before speaking in a baby voice, “that sounds better because you would’ve carried me, mister.” he chuckles and pulls out his phone before dialing a number. he speaks for a minute before putting it away and standing in place. you do the same, but slightly behind him. within five minutes, a car pulls up and out steps a tall but soft-looking man.

 “hello, my name is jungwoo. yutaaa, get in you’re going to be late.” yuta scoffs before holding open a car door for you, closing it before getting in himself. the drive isn’t long, but then again this jungwoo man drives incredibly fast. when you pull up to an old stadium, yuta tells jungwoo a few words in korean before switching back to japanese. jungwoo nods before opening your door for you. 

 “yuta is going to head to his pit, so you can come with me to your seat, and i’ll be sitting with you.” his soft voice is very contrasting to the scenery around you, and it calms your nerves. He guides you to the front row of the stadium, where the seats are better looking in condition compared to the rest of them. “i’ll be right back, do you want a drink or some water?” you tell him just water is fine before turning your attention to the track. the tarmac is old but kept up with, and the referee stand is falling apart, but you figure this is what they have to work with considering racing like this is illegal in japan.

soon, the race begins to start as all the bikes line up at the start line. you spot yuta amongst the racers and scream his name as loud as you can, attracting the attention of the other racers. they all laugh with each other before patting yuta on the back. a referee comes up to the stand, holding a megaphone.

 “THE RACE WILL BEGIN IN 3 MINUTES. RACERS, PUT YOUR GEAR ON AND SADDLE UP! WATCHERS, PLACE YOUR BETS AND DON’T CAUSE A RUCKUS.”

the ref’s voice carried through the dark night. you see yuta get ready and mount his bike. crossing your fingers, you say a silent prayer before you feel jungwoo put a hand on your shoulder.

 “don’t worry, he’ll win, he always does.” you nod at him while he sits beside you. the referee starts the ten-second countdown, and you see yuta look in your direction and give you a salute right as the whistle blows. all the racers speed off, yuta and another in the lead. you smile to yourself because you know this hobby is yuta’s pride and joy after you. you’re proud of him for achieving something, even if it is technically illegal. the race only lasts four laps and as expected, yuta takes the win, and all the earnings. when he gets off his bike to take the prize money, you jump off the bleachers and run into his arms. he nuzzles into you before whispering in your ear, “what did i say? you’re my good luck charm.”