#I was joking abt locking in but 😭

[gr8ntaire]

help I was stressing abt this piece of writing I have to do for work n I was like. I have to lock in tf bc there’s a 48 hour turn around time but I thought I’d do some of it n then finish it later (sometimes I have to write in two parts to feel like I can do it well) but somehow I managed to write the whole thing in like 2 hours 😭😭😭

[kavehayati]

I can’t believe people assign Kaveh the yandere trope sometimes like that is SO ooc he literally wouldn’t ?! I mean I personally don’t care if he is or isn’t but canonically speaking bro let his own mother whom he loved so dearly to leave FOR HER SAKE even though he was so hurt by her going … he would not trap somebody like he would probably end up killing himself from guilt like are you serious 😭

[rafecameronssl4t]

Will Rafe and readers children get arranged marriage too? If it’s traditional in reader’s family does that mean that there’s matches found for the children already? Would reader let that happen to her kids? I expect reader’s parents would push for arrangements to be made as soon as a child is born

Always repeating itself || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: lol I was think of this video for the beginning since I saw soo many tiktok comments joking abt it how it would be him walking to the car and saying kids get in the car 😭😭

Warnings: angst!!!!

Word count: 2,193

MASTERLIST (forced marriage au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

“Kids! Let’s go!” Rafe’s voice carries from the foyer, sharp and commanding, though not without a hint of warmth. You take a moment to smooth down Madeline’s dress, her little hands fidgeting as her eyes gleam with excitement. “Alright, sweetheart, off you go,” you whisper, giving her a gentle nudge as she bolts toward the door, her laughter ringing through the hallway.

Leo lingers behind, slower to move, his tiny fingers wrapped tightly around your hand. “Careful on the stairs,” you call after Madeline, already bounding ahead, her shoes thudding loudly against the floor. You grab your bag, glancing back one more time at Leo as he moves in front of you. His small hands gripping the railing as he steps carefully down each stair.

“Take your time, Leo,” you murmur, a soft smile spreading across your face as your hand instinctively rests on your rounded belly, the growing weight of the life inside you grounding your steps. Rafe watches from below, his eyes narrowing slightly but softening as he sees Leo’s slower pace. Madeline is already at his side, her hands swinging in his, filled with boundless energy.

“C’mon, buddy,” Rafe says, his tone firm yet encouraging as he extends his hand toward Leo. Leo finally reaches his father, slipping his small hand into Rafe’s, while you take the final steps down, your movements slower, more deliberate. Rafe’s eyes linger on you for a moment, something unreadable flickering across his face before he turns back to the children. “Got everything?” he asks, his voice low as he reaches for the car keys.

You nod softly, pressing a hand against your stomach again, feeling the light kick beneath your skin. “Yeah,” you reply with a hum, your eyes locking with his for a brief second before shifting to the children, now racing toward the front door. There’s a weight to the moment, one that neither of you acknowledges out loud, but it lingers like the unspoken words always do between you two.

Rafe steps aside, closing the door behind you as he unlocks the g-wagon with a beep. You open the back door for the kids, watching as Leo and Madeline clamber into their seats, their excitement barely contained. Rafe moves around the car, quietly buckling the kids in. His movements are precise, almost mechanical, but there’s an undeniable care in the way he makes sure their belts are snug.

You lean back in your seat, one hand tracing slow circles on your belly, feeling the gentle stirring beneath the fabric of your dress. The feeling always brings you a strange comfort, a reminder of the life growing inside you, of the future you didn’t quite plan but now couldn’t imagine without. Sliding into the driver’s seat, Rafe shifts the car into gear, glancing over his shoulder as he reverses out of the driveway. The sound of the tyres crunching against the gravel fills the silence for a few moments.

“Do you know what this is about?” Rafe breaks the silence, his eyes flicking toward you with a mixture of curiosity and mild concern. There’s something else there too—wariness, perhaps. He’s never been one to be at ease around your parents, and this unexpected meeting only stirs that discomfort. You shrug lightly, your gaze focused out the window for a moment before returning to the rhythmic movement of your hands across your stomach.

“No idea,” you murmur, your voice soft, almost distant. You can feel the tension building in your chest, an old, familiar feeling whenever your parents are involved. The tightness grows as you try not to overthink why they summoned you today, especially with the children. What could be so urgent? Rafe’s grip tightens on the wheel, and you don’t miss the slight clench of his jaw.

He’s never been good at hiding his frustration, though he tries for your sake—sometimes. There’s a part of you that wonders if he’s bracing himself for whatever demands or expectations your parents are about to lay at your feet. You glance at the rearview mirror, catching sight of Madeline and Leo in the back, completely oblivious to the tension building in the front seat.

~

“You’re joking,” Rafe scoffs, his voice dripping with disbelief as he swirls the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly. He brings the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip of bourbon, his eyes narrowing at your parents across the grand dining room. You sit beside him, frozen in place, trying to process the words that had just shattered whatever illusion of calm you thought you’d have during this meeting.

It was bound to happen, but hearing it out loud felt like a punch to the gut. “They’re still children!” Rafe’s voice slices through the tension hanging in the room, his frustration flaring as he slams the glass onto the table, the sound reverberating through the ornate dining room. “And are we forgetting the fact that she’s still not born?” His hand gestures sharply toward your swollen belly, his anger spilling over as your hands instinctively cradle your stomach.

Rafe’s gaze is intense, his blue eyes flashing with a mixture of disbelief and fury. His jaw is clenched, the muscles tightening as he glares at your parents, the weight of their expectations pressing down on him, on both of you. The suffocating traditions of your family—arranged marriages, predetermined futures, heirs before individuals—were wearing on him, threatening to tear down the fragile balance you had both tried to maintain.

Your father leans back in his chair, unfazed by Rafe’s outburst, his expression as steely as ever. Your mother, ever poised, crosses her legs delicately, her cool composure only fueling the fire in Rafe’s gaze. They’ve seen this reaction before—yours, when you were told of your own arranged marriage. To them, this is just another step in the preservation of the family’s legacy, a legacy that had been woven into every decision, every expectation.

“Rafe, we understand your concerns,” your mother begins, her voice calm, like she’s explaining a simple business arrangement. “But this is not about today. This is about securing their future. She may not be born yet, but she, like her siblings, will have her place in this family, and part of that is ensuring they all have the right alliances.”

Rafe scoffs, running a hand through his hair, his frustration only building as he listens to their cold, calculated reasoning. He turns to you, his eyes searching your face, looking for something—anything—that shows you’re as disturbed by this conversation as he is. You meet his gaze, your hands still resting protectively over your stomach, feeling the soft flutter of movement inside you.

Part of you wants to agree with him, to speak up and tell your parents that this is madness. That your children deserve a choice, a chance at a life that isn’t dictated by contracts and old traditions. But the other part of you—the part that had been raised in this world, where duty and legacy are everything—knows this was always inevitable. It’s the same fate that was chosen for you.

Rafe’s voice lowers, but the anger remains. “You’re planning their futures before they can even speak for themselves. Do you realise how insane that sounds?” He turns back to your father, who has remained quiet throughout the exchange, observing Rafe’s reaction with a measured gaze. “Rafe,” your father finally says, his tone cool and authoritative, the kind that commands respect.

“This isn’t about insanity. It’s about responsibility. You, of all people, should understand the importance of that. Our families were built on these alliances, and your children will carry on that legacy.” Rafe leans back in his chair, exhaling harshly, his fingers tapping against the edge of the table as he tries to contain the frustration boiling inside him. He’s always hated this aspect of your family—the suffocating rules, the unspoken expectations that had shaped your life from the moment you were born.

Your mother’s expression was unreadable, though you know her well enough to catch the subtle lift of her chin—an indication that she expected this reaction from Rafe. “Y/n,” Rafe mutters, turning his head toward you, searching your face for any sign of how you were taking this, his blue eyes flickering with something close to desperation.

He’s waiting for you to speak up, to be the buffer between him and your parents, as you often are. You swallow hard, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. Of course, you knew this day would come. In your world, in the world of dynasties and old money, these things were decided long before feelings or personal desires were even considered. Your children were not just your own; they were the future of two powerful families, and with that came the responsibility to uphold the tradition of arranged marriages.

It’s what had happened to you, after all. “Rafe, I understand that in your family, this may seem insane…” you begin, your voice steady, though your heart is pounding with the weight of the situation. Inside, a storm of conflicting emotions rages—your loyalty to your family’s legacy, the deep-rooted traditions you were raised with, and the growing sense that this isn’t the life you want for your children.

You glance at Rafe, watching as his anger simmers just beneath the surface, his fingers drumming impatiently against the side of his glass. “Oh this is more than insane and you know it, Y/n.” His eyes meet yours briefly, a flash of frustration and disbelief swirling in the blue depths. His family may be wealthy, even powerful in their own right, but they’ve never adhered to these kinds of traditions.

The antiquated practices your parents held onto with such ferocity were foreign to him, and every time they were brought up, it was like another layer of expectation was placed on his shoulders. You shift in your seat, trying to navigate the tightrope between the world you come from and the man beside you. “But in this family—your family now—this is what’s expected,” you continue, trying to keep your voice calm, even as your own doubts creep in.

“Our children’s futures are tied to these alliances. It’s not just about them, it’s about securing the family’s legacy.” Rafe’s jaw clenches visibly, his knuckles whitening around the glass as he sets it down with a little more force than necessary. “So what, they just get to be pawns in some game?” he snaps, his voice low but filled with restrained anger. “Is that all we are to them?”

You wince at his words, knowing that’s exactly how he sees it. It’s how you once saw it too. But you’d been trained your whole life to believe it was more than that—that it was a duty, a responsibility to the family. Yet, sitting here now, with your hands protectively over your stomach, the reality of arranging your own children’s marriages before they’ve even had the chance to live feels like a cruel twist of fate. One you never wanted to inflict on them.

Your father clears his throat, leaning forward slightly, his eyes sharp, watching the exchange closely. “Rafe,” he says, his voice measured, authoritative. “This isn’t a game. It’s about ensuring the stability of the family. The world we live in requires certain… arrangements. We all made sacrifices for this, and so will our children.”

Rafe shakes his head, leaning back in his chair, exhaling harshly as he runs a hand through his hair. “Sacrifices?” he mutters under his breath, his voice tinged with bitterness. He looks at you again, the plea in his eyes unmistakable. He’s desperate for you to push back, to stand with him against your parents and their rigid traditions.

But you hesitate, your gaze dropping to your stomach once more. How can you deny the truth of what your father is saying? You’ve lived it—your entire life has been shaped by these expectations. “I know it’s hard to understand,” you finally say, your voice softening as you turn back to Rafe.

“But it’s how things are done in this family. We have to think about the bigger picture.” Rafe’s eyes narrow, his frustration palpable. “And what about them?” he asks. “What about their lives, their choices? Are we just going to take that away from them before they even have a chance?” His words hit you hard, stirring something deep within you.

The idea of your children—your daughter, not yet born—being forced into the same mould you had been, fills you with a sense of dread. But the pull of your family’s expectations is strong, and breaking away from it feels impossible. You can already sense your mother’s disapproval, the way her gaze sharpens at Rafe’s defiance, as if he’s an outsider who doesn’t understand the way things work in your world.

Rafe’s eyes flash with frustration, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I don’t care if that’s how it’s always been done,” he snaps, his voice rising slightly before he catches himself. “They’re not us, Y/n. They deserve more than this.” Your heart tightens at his words because a part of you knows he’s right. You glance at your parents, their expressions unchanged, as if they had heard these objections a thousand times before.

Your father’s gaze settles on Rafe with the kind of authority that comes from years of making decisions others are expected to follow. “We are not here to debate this, Rafe” your father says, his tone calm but firm. “This is about securing the future. Our future. Our children’s future.” Rafe lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as he looks away, staring out the large windows behind your parents.

The sun is setting, casting a soft glow over the estate’s immaculate gardens, but the beauty of it is lost in the suffocating atmosphere inside. You know this conversation is far from over, and as Rafe’s hand curls into a fist on the table, you can’t help but wonder how much longer you can keep navigating this delicate balance between your family’s expectations and the life you want for your children.

“This is ridiculous,” Rafe mutters again, quieter now, his voice barely cutting through the heavy silence that lingers in the room. His fingers tap restlessly against the armrest, and just as you’re about to respond, the sound of doors swinging open pulls your attention. You turn to see Leo and Madeline barreling toward you, their shoes tapping against the polished floor, their laughter momentarily breaking the tension.

Behind them, the maid rushes in, her face flushed with worry as she tries to catch up. “I’m so sorry—” she starts, breathless, but before she can finish, Rafe stands abruptly, the legs of his chair scraping harshly against the floor. “It’s fine. We’re done here,” Rafe says, his voice firm as he looks at you, then shifts his gaze to your parents, making it clear that this conversation is over.

The weight of his decision hangs in the air, thick with unspoken words. As Madeline runs up to him, her small arms reaching for him to pick her up, Rafe’s features soften, if only for a moment, as he bends down to scoop her into his arms. You sigh quietly, exchanging a look with your mother, her expression unreadable but the disapproval still lingering in her eyes.

There’s a silent understanding between you—this conversation isn’t over, not really. You rise from your seat, your movements slow as you reach for Leo’s hand, his small fingers curling around yours. With one last glance at your parents, you follow Rafe out, the heavy door closing behind you with a finality that echoes in the pit of your stomach.

[aventurineswife]

anon who requested the IPC worker x Aventurine where reader faked their death :D

a part 2 would be cool, how you go abt it id up 2 u but if u would like any ideas…it could maybe have a flashback of their fakeout death and Aven’s reaction, and then flash to the present where he tries to leave IPC to live domestically w Reader, but they get killed for real in the process (i’m angst #1s lover) and now Aven is stuck in the IPC 😭

“At the end of the world, or the last thing I see, you are never coming home” | Part 2

Summary: Memories of your past with Aventurine resurface, unraveling the intense moments that led to your faked death. A flashback reveals the night you made the harrowing decision to disappear, showing how it shattered Aventurine’s world. Torn between loyalty to IPC and his love for you, Aventurine is ultimately willing to risk everything for a future together. However, when he attempts to leave the IPC, tragedy strikes, claiming your life in reality this time. Now, Aventurine must face an eternity of regret and entrapment within the very organization you both sought to escape. Bound to the IPC, haunted by memories of you, he is left yearning for a life he can never have.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, angst, fake death reveal, intense emotions, love and loss, tragedy, betrayal, hurt/comfort, forbidden love, character death, emotional breakdown, regret, forced separation, internal conflict, bittersweet romance.

Warnings: Intense emotional themes, character death, grief, betrayal, mentions of violence, flashbacks, guilt and regret, dark themes, potential tearjerker, unresolved trauma.

A/N: AHHHH!!! 😭 THAT'S SO MEAN BUT SO GOOD TOO?! MY BABY!!! 🥺💔

(Part 1)

The memory clung to Aventurine like a shadow—one he could never shake. He could still recall every detail from that day years ago, the day he’d thought he’d lost you forever. In his mind, it was as if he were back there now, reliving the dreadful series of events that tore you from his life.

It had started with an anonymous tip. He’d been in the heart of IPC headquarters, surrounded by the opulent furnishings and hushed power plays that were his world, when he received the message. The vague words scrawled across the screen still felt burned into his mind: An unexpected death in IPC’s ranks. Don’t ask too many questions.

At first, he’d dismissed it as some cruel joke or an attempt to provoke him. But as whispers circulated, he’d felt an ache that reached far deeper than any professional ambition or loyalty to the IPC. His instincts screamed at him that something was wrong. His fingers shook when he finally demanded details from an IPC informant. They had tried to placate him with silence, then with excuses, before finally leading him to a private room where they produced a list of names lost in action. His eyes landed on yours.

His heart had shattered. And in that moment, the world he’d so carefully built around him crumbled. The IPC, his title, every ounce of the strategic power he wielded felt like a joke, a hollow nothing in the face of your loss. Days bled into weeks, then months as he clawed through records, files, and whispers, desperate to uncover anything that could prove this had been a mistake. Eventually, after countless sleepless nights and fading hope, he resigned himself to a cruel reality: you were gone.

In the present, Aventurine had all but lost himself in your kiss, his hands cradling your face as if afraid you might disappear again. But now that he’d found you, he couldn’t imagine letting you slip away. You’d barely finished promising him you weren’t going anywhere when he whispered urgently, “Come with me. I'll leave the IPC. We can start over, together.”

The idea hung in the air, and the look on your face said you wanted it as much as he did. The life you’d built in hiding had given you some solace, but nothing compared to the warmth that had returned the moment you’d locked eyes with him again.

“I want to, Aventurine,” you murmured, your voice soft with hope but tinged with caution. “But you know, you leaving IPC isn’t going to be that simple.”

He gave a wry smile, the familiar gleam of his gambler’s spirit returning to his gaze. “Since when have I ever played it safe?”

It was settled. Together, you and Aventurine began planning a final escape from IPC, the promise of a quiet, shared life filling every unspoken moment between you.

Weeks later, the two of you were ready. Aventurine had secured falsified documents, disguises, and even an old shuttle that he’d salvaged and reprogrammed to slip through IPC scanners. His heart thrummed with excitement as he held your hand, the two of you ducking into back alleys and secret passages within IPC’s labyrinthine halls, moving closer to the shuttle bay with each step.

But just as freedom felt within reach, a familiar voice stopped him cold.

“Aventurine,” called a smooth, calculating voice—a voice he knew well, belonging to his superior within IPC, one of the few who could see through his every bluff. “Going somewhere?”

A team of armed operatives closed in, blocking your escape route, and Aventurine felt his stomach sink as he saw the trap closing around you both.

“What’s this?” he asked smoothly, masking his fear with a cocky grin as he positioned himself protectively in front of you. “A farewell party?”

His superior raised a brow, her gaze shifting to you before returning to him. “Leaving isn’t an option for a Stoneheart. Surely you know that.”

He cast a glance over his shoulder, meeting your eyes, silently urging you to stay close, to trust him just one last time. “Then let me make it clear,” he replied, stepping forward, his voice steady. “I’m done with IPC. And if you want me, you’ll have to get through us both.”

In the ensuing chaos, you and Aventurine fought with everything you had, desperate for one last chance at freedom. But just as you were about to reach the shuttle, a shot rang out.

You stumbled, a look of shock crossing your face as blood bloomed from your side. Aventurine’s heart seized. “No,” he whispered, catching you as you collapsed into his arms. “No, no, please… we were almost there.”

Your eyes met his, filled with a quiet acceptance he couldn’t bear. “It’s okay, Aventurine,” you murmured, your hand weakly reaching to touch his face. “I’m just sorry… I couldn’t give you the life we dreamed of.”

Tears he’d fought so long to hide spilled over as he held you, pressing his forehead to yours. “No, no, please don’t… I can’t do this without you.” But even as he clung to you, your grip grew weaker, your breaths fainter.

When your hand slipped from his cheek, Aventurine was left cradling your lifeless form, his vision blurring as grief consumed him. He’d lost you once before, but nothing had prepared him for the agony of losing you again—for real this time.

In the end, IPC dragged him back, broken and hollow, the final remnant of his old life slipping through his fingers. He returned to the office and his title as a Stoneheart, each day haunted by the love he’d sacrificed to leave the IPC, each night dreaming of a life he’d never know.

And so Aventurine remained, a prisoner of the world he’d once called his own, but now bound by grief—a gambler who’d lost his most precious wager.

[chasedeys]

CLEO. in hard knocks when theyre discussing jambalaya and joe kind of like backs into jamarr as jamarr goes forward and jamarr’s hands IMMEDIATELY going for his waist. much to think about

HI YESSS I HAVEEE ARUUURGURHRUHHHHHGGHRH went straighttttt to his waistttttttttt kinda like that mic'ed up lions vid lmaoooooo something to be said abt that ehem BUT REALLY

something about. mindless physical touches. comforting there and gone. a glance of skin and then we're apart. oh you're here and then you're there. like it didn't take that long of contact i guess even if i wannaaaaaa make it longer. wanna make it like. ja'marr lets joe bump into him. ja'marr lets him fall into his chest and traps his hips and keeps him locked there. lets his hands press firmer, doesn't let him up. grins and makes sure he feels it even through the helmet and the space between them. whispers what you don't sense me right behind you? thought you always know where i am like i'm your north star or some bullshit idk something less corny lmaooo and joe just huffs and slams an elbow back to get him to let go. makes it like. who says i didn't know you were there. who says i didn't know you'd catch me. something about wanting a comforting touch in a crowded space just for a single moment of a scheduled practice and no one noticing it being anything more than a bump and moving on. and it's easy! a quick little physical touch and joke and jab and they're following through with teasing zac with his shit pronunciation of louisianan cuisine and his apparent fear of them and its sooooo cute btw how they incorporate nola dishes for ja'marr plays??? that's so cute wthhhhh 😭 who's idea was itttt was it joe....was it joeee 😔🫶 bc it sure as hell wasnt zac lmaooo

and also aughhhggrhrghh cuteeeee how joe was instantly reporting to ja'marr how zac mispronounced it!! jerking his head to zac at ja'marr. 'said it like 'gem-balaya' like yeah he knewwww ja'marr would get a kick out of thissss. did he once had some hilarious experiences with nola pronunciations and dialects?? did ja'marr teach him stuff?? god that's cute as hellll hard knocks can't enddd :(( i want more of these type of practice vids damn it :((((

[diorsluv]

feather , part 19

“ you act like a bitch ”

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[dollfaceksj]

6 missed calls?? let’s not turn back until it’s 7 besides jokes when they see jungkook and oc’s post-car sex state how’ll they react i’m so curious abt that 👀

🤭 here you go (small update bc i literally posted #15 a few hours ago but i felt bad about not posting consistently for a few days. i quickly wrote this so its not like the others but i hope you’ll still enjoy?)

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #16

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jungkook dives into all compartments in seokjin’s car before handing you some tissues

you glance at them and wait a moment before taking them and cleaning yourself up

“do you need help?” he quietly asks, making you glare up at him

“just get in the front seat and drive back,” you mumble after throwing the used tissues out the window

you climb into the passenger seat as well

ughhh u feel so GROSS

he helps you get in the front before crawling back into the driver’s seat

“are you okay?” he asks again as he buckles his seatbelt

“just drive,” you tell him as you reach for your phone and check your missed phone calls

6 missed phone calls. from taehyung.

fuck

you quickly dial him back

he picks up after the first ring

“y/n, where the hell are you?”

you blink a few times in order to collect your thoughts. “we’re on our way back, why?”

“shit, we wanted to ask if yall could bring back some oil too cause we ran out. are you far from the store?”

oh… relief. y’all weren’t taking too long or at least they didn’t notice

they just urgently called you for some more stuff

good good

“turn back, we need something extra from the store,” you tell jungkook

he rotates without any obstacles and heads back to the store

“okay, oil. anything else?” you ask, trying to ignore the soreness in your thighs

“no, not for now. thanks!” and with that he hangs up

the ride back to the store is quiet and short cause yall weren’t that far

he scans the area to see if there are any men

“stay here and lock the doors after i get out,” jungkook quietly says as he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car

you huff in defiance but he’s already gone

so you listen

you scroll on your phone and check your messages while you wait for him

after a few minutes, a knock on the car window makes you flinch

fuck it’s just jungkook😭

fight or flight instinct was activated

thought it was abt to get real dark

you unlock the doors for him

he gets back in the car

hands you an energy drink

you tear your eyes away from your phone to the can of energy drink

you cock your eyebrow at it before at him

he grumbles, “you look fucked out. just drink it and don’t be difficult for once.”

asshole

“i’m your sen–”

“yeah, yeah.”

you huff as you snatch it out of his hands and crack it open, bringing it up to your swollen lips

“so bad-mannered. i should teach you some manners.”

AAAAAAA

can he STOP

his words knock the air out of your lungs

“you’re literally forcing me to drink it, it’s not out the goodness of your heart,” you quip quickly

he shrugs his shoulders. “do you want them to know you just got fucked in the back of seokjin-hyung’s car when all you had to do was pick up some bread?”

what a little SHIT

you tell him, “i’m sick of your back talk.”

“you shouldn’t make it so fun to push your buttons.” his words instantly shoot heat down your body

fuck FUCK

why are you so attracted to his arrogance

you shake your head and chug the energy drink, letting it burn down your throat

the drive back is rather quiet, some random r&b track in the background

once he parks the car, you tap his arm

he turns to look at you and a soft hum leaves his mouth in response

“this isn’t happening again, you know that, right?”

silence

now that the engine has been turned off

it’s pure

and utter

silence

he frowns for a moment and glances down at the can in your hand in deep thought

you start, “it’s just th–”

he cuts you off. “why?”

you sigh quietly and gently shake your head

“jungkook, if we get caught–”

“we’re not gonna get caught.”

“we’ve shared a tent once and we already fucked in the back of tae’s friend’s car when we were supposed to get necessities.”

“okay? that just means we’re sexually compatible.”

“jungkook, drop it.”

he sighs and doesn’t say another word as he unbuckles his seatbelt

“jungkook–”

“don’t worry, i heard you.” he gets out the car after that

you quietly sigh and make it out the car too, throwing out the empty energy can on the ground (don’t litter!)

you follow behind jungkook up to the others

“oh, thanks for…” tae trails off once he makes eye contact with you. “damn. what the hell happened to you?”

HEART DROPS STRAIGHT INTO YOUR ASS

how do you look???

why did jungkook not say anything about your appearance!!!

“what?”

“i don’t know. you look sick. are you feeling okay?”

that damn scoundrel. did he really put a number on you?

you nod your head. “i’m just cold and tired. i think i’ll head to sleep.”

taehyung squints his eyes at you suspiciously

and it makes your heart beat out of your chest

“okay.” taehyung doesn’t say another word

you don’t wait for anything else as you head back toward your tent

well..

jungkook’s tent.

WHATEVER

you make your way inside and change clothes

cleaning yourself up using wetwipes and whatnot

you’re never going camping again. HOW GROSS!!!

you’re paying that bathhouse a visit first thing in the morning!!! YUCK!!!

you get into your pajamas and glance at jungkook’s sleeping bag

should you?

No.

don’t

he invited you in last night out of the good of his heart

don’t just do shit now

get in your own sleeping bag and SLEEP.

sleep.

doze off.

sleep….

“y/n.”

hmm…

“y/n.”

hmmmmm….

“y/n!”

“what?” you groan, eyes still closed

“you’re shivering. why didn’t you wait for me?” his voice is soft and quiet from right next to you

you reply, “was i supposed to?”

he sighs quietly and tugs on the zipper of your sleeping bag. “get in here.”

“no.”

he freezes. “why?”

“you know why.”

he sighs in exasperation. “i’m not gonna touch you. jesus. how horny do you think i am?”

you shake your head. “still a fuckboy,” you mumble quietly

you can’t see him with your eyes closed but if you could, he’s definitely clenching his jaw. “suit yourself,” he mumbles before turning over

ah

were you too harsh on him?

you shouldn’t have said that

he’s told you numerous times he doesn’t like being called that

but!!!!!!

you can’t be growing soft on him

it’s jungkook for fucks sake

but your heart won’t let you

be mean

like that

after a few minutes of silence,….

you slowly start to unzip his sleeping bag

when you think you’ve unzipped it far enough for it to go undetected, you slowly scoot closer and–

“what do you think you’re doing?”

AAAAAA

“uh,” you close your eyes and exhale deeply. “i’m cold.”

he doesn’t say anything but keeps his back turned to you

“do you mind?” you whisper

he replies, “i said, suit yourself.”

you bite down on your lip. he sounds mad

sounds pretty sexy though…

you’re still his senior tho!!! asshole. and he calls YOU bad-mannered???

you slowly crawl into his sleeping back, sighing in content when his bodyheat already warms you up

you quietly hum in delight. “you’re so warm.”

he stays quiet

huff. asshole

you scoot a bit closer to him and finally allow yourself to sleep

quiet

sleep

he’s so warm

warm…

you stir

and check the time

it’s only been 40 minutes since you fell asleep

you’re facing the other way though

and you can’t tell whether jungkook is facing your back or not

but that question is quickly answered when his breath hits your neck

goosebumps

fuck

you scoot further back, cuddling your back up into him

you’re basically glued to him now. he’s asleep anyway

but he’s so so warm

and you just want to fall asleep

so just close your eyes and–

“you’re really close.”

FUCK

HE’S AWAKE

holy shit

WAIT WAIT

okay. pretend ur asleep

no reply

“y/n, i know you’re awake. you just checked your phone.”

well fuck.

you sigh quietly. “it’s cold.”

“and that requires you pushing your ass into my groin?”

HE’S SO?

what a little shit HELLO?

clearly there wasn’t any other way to get warmed up by him!!

after a few moments of silence you say, “does it bother you?”

more silence

“it doesn’t. it may bother you, though.”

fuck

fuck

calm down

are you in heat or something? why are you ready to pounce him any second of any day CHILLLLLLL

And ur the one that told him you should leave it as a one and done thing?

ur dumb.

very dumb

because his proximity and his breath hitting your neck… it has you in a chokehold

“it doesn’t bother me,” you say, quietly. “on the contrary, i like knowing the effect i have on you.”

he doesn’t say anything to that but you know he’s awake

but it’s quiet again since he didn’t respond

very quiet

maybe it’s for the best

if he talks again

you’re sure you’ll let him do whatever he wants

so just

sleep.

don’t think about anything else.

just.

sleep.

“can i touch you?”

okay 😂😂😂😂

how long did that take? 3 minutes? 5?

you slowly nod your head

“i need you to say ‘yes’, y/n. i need confirmation. tell me you want me to.”

fuck

his low voice in your ear

his breath on your skin

his proximity

oh shit

SHIT

“touch me, jungkook.”

he doesn’t waste any time, hand sliding over your waist and moving up to cup your breast under your shirt

you quietly sigh in pleasure, allowing him to fondle you

fuck what the hell happened to you?

if you would’ve told yourself in drabble #1 that jeon jungkook would be groping you in a tent on a camping trip with tae and co and you LIKED it you’d have declared yourself insane

and maybe you are

cause why are you enjoying this right now

“fuck.” his swearing gets your body tingling

you keep yourself quiet, occasionally humming when he squeezes you

“shit, you’re gonna drive me crazy,” he whispers in your ear as his teases your erect nipple through your bralette

“like why am i already glued to your body? i had you exactly how i wanted a few hours ago and yet i can’t stop,” he says, more to himself as he presses soft kisses to your neck

you merely hum in response cause the moment you try to form a coherent sentence it’s just not happening

but shit this feels good

his hand squeezing you

his crotch against you

lips on your neck

“you have no damn idea–” he whispers as he kneads your breast. “tell me to stop.”

you shake your head in response

he repeats, “tell me to stop, y/n.”

“i don’t want you to.”

he shakes his head. “you don’t get it.”

“get what?”

then, he presses his erection into your ass and this snaps you out of your trance. “see how hard the thought of that pussy of yours makes me.”

wow

uhhh

welcome back to earth

“you drive me insane,” he says as he squeezes your breast again. “and i need to stop but i can’t. tell me to stop.”

fuck

he sounds serious too

you know that you two will actually fuck in this tent, right now

while everyone’s asleep

if you don’t stop him (and yourself)

and you’ve already had 2 orgasms today!!! damn that jeon jungkook

this is the last night you’re spending here

meaning the last time sleeping in a tent with him

you’ll be leaving to go back home tomorrow evening aka sunday

meaning back to life as you know it

meaning… this might be the last time you even spend this much time around jungkook

cause back home you’re joined at the hip with taehyung

and for the time being you don’t want tae know. at all

so what’s it gonna be?

to be continued

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[moralesmilesanhour]

Hello hello!! How you doing?? Hope you're doing good cause I got a fluffy request!

Could be either 1610 or 42 miles, but, that miles has reader over cause he wants to impress her with his cooking but fails miserably and nothing goes as he wants it to be and reader is entertained 😆

Doing this w Miles G because something abt that is funnier to me (also he is making Ivorian food bc that's just where my brain went so you're getting African!Reader today 😭 also this is based on what I seen my parents do so idk the standard way to cook anything whoops)

You felt your phone vibrate and grinned upon seeing the contact name 'Gonzalo' flash across the screen.

"Miles?"

"Ion know who else it could be," the boy's voice filtered through your phone’s speakers. "You busy?"

You shook your head, then remembered that Miles couldn't see you.

"Nah, I'm just hanging out."

"Come over, I got a surprise for you."

The sound of something hitting a surface repeatedly in the background catches your attention, as if someone's chopping vegetables.

"Ooh, is your momma cooking? Hey Mrs. Morales!" You attempt to call out.

"She not here," Miles laughs. "I'm the one cooking. You coming over or not?"

You raise an eyebrow at your screen, and he notices the brief pause.

"You know, I can hear your lack of faith in me."

Still, you stand up in front of your bed and slip your crocs on.

"Guilty as charged, Gonzo. I'm coming over anyway to make sure yo' ass don't burn down Rio's kitchen. She doesn't deserve that," you joke.

"I'm not gonna–aye, what'd I say about that nickname–?"

"Bye!" You sung as you hung up.

Miles set aside the last of the veggies he was dicing with a dull scrape. With a swift movement, he slid the pieces of onion into the frying pan with the filleted fish already cooking in it.

The boy took a step back for a second to assess his work: the attiéké you had brought him last week to try out was soaking in a large bowl, waiting to be drained as the scent of simmering vegetables and spices began to spread across the kitchen. Miles grinned, feeling accomplished.

It all went to shit once you rang the doorbell.

"Hey, ma," he opened the door to you grinning in the hallway, arms crossed.

He enunciated the greeting you had taught him carefully, "On...dit...quoi...?

"Very good!" Planting a kiss on Miles' cheek, you quickly slipped your crocs off before stepping inside. "What's with the apron?"

He looked down, and remembered he had borrowed his mother's 'Kiss the Cook' apron.

"Cuz I'm a professional and I do this," he replied, locking the door behind you.

"Are you sure? I don't think 'professionals' leave the stove on unattended."

You laughed as Miles' eyes went wide and he spun around to dart back into the kitchen, cussing under his breath.

"It smell good, though, don't it?" Miles called out over the sound of sizzling.

It does smell good. And familiar.

"You making what I think you making?"

You popped your head into the kitchen and gasped with delight.

"M-hm," the boy nodded as he stuck the bowl in the microwave. "It is supposed to go in here, right?"

"Yup, I'm shocked you remembered."

Miles stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.

"C'mon, you don't believe in me?"

The smell of smoke and caramelized onions wafts beneath your nose, and worry slowly creeps onto your features.

"Baby, watch the stove!"

"Shit!"

-

Miles sighed as the two of you leaned on the counter. His stretched out his fingers, having had to wash the remnants of burnt fish and onions out of the frying pan.

"It's fine," you reassured him, rubbing circles into his back. "At least we still got the attiéké, right?"

"Yeah, it's still up there."

Despite attempting to sound casual, the disappointment in Miles' voice was audible. You reached out and toyed with one of his braids before gently tilting his chin towards you.

"Hey, we still got a few hours 'till your mom gets home. You got anything else in that freezer?"

Miles' eyes lit back up as he replied, "Hell yeah, we got a couple chicken thighs left. Round two?"

"Yup," you pecked him on the lips, "but I'm doing the frying this time."

[isa-ghost]

some qphil and pomme hcs 🥹? i was thinking abt the rescue we were robbed of

Okay bear with me, I didn't get to see her a lot because I didn't watch most POVs she was on so these might not be spicy and deep or smth, they'll mostly be silly or surface level stuff. 😭

Phil headcanons masterlist

He thinks she's one of, if not THE most brilliant egg. Pomme's mind is something else /pos. He'd love to sit down and pick her brain sometime as one big brain to another (though he'd never admit he's big brain).

He makes dad jokes about Chayanne making anything apple flavored/centric like "How could you cook Pomme like that D:" and it always gets him smacked by both Chay and Lullah.

And then he'll see Pomme and be like YOU'RE ALIVE :O!! and watches her scramble like ?!?!?! before dying laughing and explaining himself. Etoiles has started to get in on this, much to Pomme's dismay.

He makes so many apple-related dad jokes in general, he enjoys watching all the kids die inside too much when he makes them. He doesn't even LIKE dad jokes that much, he's just a shithead.

He actively encourages Pomme to "compete" with Richas in collecting dads

There have been multiple occasions where they've had a Moment of some sort with or without other people around and he's told Pomme how much of her parents he can see in her. He's talked about seeing Baghera, Etoiles, and Pierre.

Phil loves the way Pomme just kinda blends in with her parents. She's not a Mommy's Girl or a Daddy's Girl. If she's with Baghera she's a lot like her and that her is different than when she's with Etoiles and those are both different from when she's with Pierre. And so on. Phil finds it endearing that Pomme takes after each and every parent and how it really shows when she's with them individually.

The couple times she (usually also with Dapper or Richas) would come to Phil in the wake of big stressful things going on, it was because she knew of all the islanders, Phil is one of the ones who's no doubt seen the most in his lifetime. He Gets It. He'll be real and raw about it, he won't sugarcoat just because she's a little girl. He'll level with her, and that kind of insight and comfort is what she needs in those trying times.

I think if Phil was Pomme's parent then she would've pulled a Chayanne and personally beat Ender King's ass right out of his body. And she'd spend day and night beforehand painstakingly plotting a plan to ensure it goes right too.

My memory is fuzzy on Pomme's first day, but I remember Phil being on high alert while the French were getting on their feet and offering everything he could in order to help keep Pomme safe while they settled in. Pomme's never forgotten that. If there were ever a crisis that left all of the French AND Bad + their bases inaccessible or unsafe, she'd go straight to Phil next. She knows how much effort he puts into keeping his bases safe and secure, and she knows he has always dropped everything at any moment no matter what in order to prioritize the eggs.

God these two shake hands on the insomnia fr. The only reason Phil eventually passes out is bc of his weird universe transcending fuckery. He may willingly Go to sleep but his ass doesn't willingly Fall asleep if that makes sense. Brain too busy going 90 miles a minute.

Phil's never thought abt this but I am: Of all the eggs, I think Pomme is one of the ones who would survive the best in his Hardcore World. She'd lock the FUCK in.

And Phil would've seen that if we weren't robbed of the rescue. 😔 The rescue would've changed how Phil views Pomme in a positive way I think.

Because as of right now, he just feels awful that Pomme has to grow up and be mature so much faster. There are too many horrors, she just doesn't let herself be a kid. Chayanne does similar things but he at least still let's himself be a kid. It saddens Phil that Pomme seems to think she can't be, even if she wants to be. :(

If he wasn't afraid of an awful accident happening, he'd probably spar with her. She's the daughter of Etoiles, he has no doubt she's a lil fireball. But he only trusts himself to spar with Chayanne and Lullah. (I think I've said this somewhere already,, hm. Well at least I'm consistent LMAO)

[givemea-dam-break]

could you possibly do lockwood x reader and the reader is always slightly to eager to sacrifice her life for george and lockwood etc to the point where lockwood is concerned about it and he confronts her abt it and she basically says how does the same thing like kinda angsty.

sorry that was long and rly specific and sounds abit depressing in retrospect 😭 no pressure if not love ur lockwood and co imagines tho

a/n: oh i can absolutely do this! if there's anything i love, it's lockwood and angst lol. i hope you enjoy!! and don't worry about the length of a request, if there's something you want then I'll do it <3

warnings: mild language, angst, mentions of death gn reader

It's four in the morning and all you want is a good cup of tea and to lie down, but when does anything ever go the way you want it to?

As you sit on one of the kitchen chairs, Lockwood is fumbling around, trying to patch up a gash on your forehead after a scuffle with the ghost you had a case for tonight. You feel like a child. Even more so because he's telling you off.

If you're being honest, you've not been listening to most of what he's been saying, partly because of exhaustion and pain, partly because he's been pattering on for so long that, quite frankly, you've lost interest.

"Are you even listening to me?"

You flinch as Lockwood slathers antiseptic cream on the cut. "Honest answer?"

"Preferably."

"Then no. What were you saying?"

The look he gives you holds no humour. No, this is the look Anthony Lockwood gives when he's tired and irritated and unable to keep up the farce of a charming, unbothered business owner. It doesn't hold much sway over you, and it never has, truthfully, but you can empathise with him. Solely because he often acts the same way you're acting now.

"You can't keep doing this," he says. His eyes are fixed on the plaster he slowly places on your forehead. "You're throwing yourself into harm's way with no good cause."

"No good cause? I think making sure you and George stay alive is an exceptional cause."

"This isn't a joke, (name). This is your life."

The words irk you a little. "I could say the same to you."

Lockwood's hands drop from your head, and he looks at you straight-on now. His eyes, usually filled with curiosity and soft happiness, swirl with something else. Frustration.

"What do you mean by that?"

"You're always so snippy with me after cases," you say, trying to keep the edge out of your voice, "when all I'm doing is keeping you and George safe. I mean, tonight, you were both ghost-locked when I found you! But you're no different. If anything, you're worse than me. You've thrown yourself out of windows before. Shit, you've locked me in a room to fight a ghost yourself while I tried to find a source!"

He starts packing away the first aid kit, tearing his eyes away from yours, and you know you've made a good point. He never looks at you when he knows you're right.

"Lockwood, this company can't survive without you, we can't survive without you. My risks are thought through, and I'm not doing anything that should really cost me my life. You on the other hand..."

He glances at you, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "Me?"

You sigh, willing him silently to just look at you. "You'd give your life in a second. Which, believe me, I am eternally appreciative of, but it's rarely ever necessary, if ever. I've half a mind to think you're doing it to just... you know. Finish things. I'm - we're concerned about you."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, you absolutely do. You are such a hypocrite!"

"Me?" The look he gives you is scathing, so unlike any way he's looked at you before. "That's rich. Who was it that jumped from a balcony to stop of ghost? Who put themself right in the path of a ghost launching itself for someone? It was you!"

The anger that grips you is almost unbearable, but you push it down. Shouting will get you nowhere, and George is trying to sleep. "First of all, that balcony hung over a thick spread of bushes, so I had no injuries except for some thorn scrapes. Secondly, that ghost was going to kill you. Third, I can name at least five more things you've done in the last two weeks that put you in much more danger. Are we seriously going to make this a competition?"

Suddenly, he stands, and his chair scrapes loudly against the floor. You wince, watching as he shoves the first aid kit back into the cupboard. He pauses, hands on the countertop, standing straight as a rod.

Drama queen, you think, but you don't dare say it out loud.

"You're getting too reckless," Lockwood says, his back still facing you. "I can't risk having an agent who is too reckless. It endangers everyone."

Oh, you want to strangle him.

Angrily, you stand, not caring that you almost send the chair clattering to the floor. You press your hands to the table, wrinkling the thinking cloth, and lean forward, scowling.

"Reckless? Do you even hear yourself, Lockwood?"

"I do."

"I think you just love to hear the sound of your own voice. Surely that's why you spout so much bullshit."

"No, I -"

"I'm talking now, Lockwood," you snap and, thank god, he goes quiet. "You of all people do not get to call me reckless, not with the shit you pull. George, yes, he can feel free. But, you? Not a fucking chance. You go out of your way to put yourself in dangerous situations! And I get it, you want to protect us, but that is what I'm doing, too, and you don't see me almost dying! I leave with a scratch or two, so what. You leave with concussions and ghost-touch and the risk of bleeding internally. But, okay, I'm the reckless one. Whatever."

When he turns, his eyes are burning. "You endanger all of us when you pull shit like what you did today."

Scoffing, you say, "All right. What should I have done? Left you and George to be killed? My question is, what would you have done, Lockwood? Would you have left us?"

His silence is your answer, and you stand straight. Your gazes are locked, both alight with rage, but you won't back down. Not on this.

"That's what I thought."

You make to leave, but he moves quickly, grasping your wrist with a touch that should be strong. You're surprised by the gentleness of his hand, how loose his grip is, and you look up at him, frowning. His gaze has changed entirely, from rage to desperation.

"I can't -" He struggles for the words. "I can't lose you, (name). Not like I lost..."

My family. The words are left unspoken, but you know it's what he would've said. There's a pang in your heart, and you want to apologise for it all, but that's always been your gut instinct. To say sorry for everything. But not this time.

"And you think I can bear to lose you?" You try to hide the waver in your voice, but he's caught it, and you know it from the way his gaze softens. "You can't order me around, demand me not to protect you guys, when you do exactly that. It's not fair, Lockwood. Not on me, not on George. And I don't - I don't want a part in this if all you're going to do is sacrifice yourself and then criticise me for doing the same."

His hand shakes as it holds yours, and that's when all the sadness hits you, the regret for the argument you've had. "I'm sorry. I just..."

Your hand closes over his. "I know. I know."

When his forehead touches yours, careful not to press on the gash, you breathe in deeply. And you breathe out all the bad, all the pent-up anger inside of you. There's too little time in your lives to spend like this.

"I won't stop unless you stop," you murmur, closing your eyes.

His breath is warm on your cheeks. "Seems like we're stuck in a checkmate forever, then."

You sigh. "I suppose we are."

[einsatzzz]

been a while ✌️ ive been inactive since my health hasn't been so good, so i'm unable to keep up with a LOT of things right now (even though i want to!! i miss yapping abt ocs!! 😭😭) also, january is my work's busiest busy season, so yeah i needed to lock in with the little energy i have.

anyway, the last few weeks, i've become even more low energy even if i'm actively trying to switch to a healthier lifestyle. i'm consuming significantly less to barely any sugar and avoid inflammatory foods when i can. ive been walking 0.5-1km on the walkpad and doing daily stretches too. i've also been taking supplements to balance my hormones. isn't that just strange????? i'm trying to be healthy but end up even worse????

for every little/few things that i do, i'd be so tired i'll need to lie down and nap (or i'll risk it getting worse). the constant body pain is affecting me even more than i can usually tolerate and it's seeping into my work efficiency too. honestly, wtv this bitchass illness is, it can seep into my hobbies but work is the last straw!!! i need my money, i love financial security while being able to fund my delusions, i don't want to underperform in my job. my usual meds don't seem to be working anymore too, be it paracetamol, ibuprofen or tylenol. salonpas, oils or heat pads are also not working.

fortunately, i've been able to recently consult with a psychologist/therapist and an internist (finding this internist took some time! the ones before i found this one cancelled on me 😅). all of them are online consultations thankfully, so i won't have to go outside for it and suffer from painful wait times. but what i do have to go outside for is the handful of lab tests that i need to do dshfvghvfd

i can go tomorrow, but my health insurance expired so i still gotta take care of the renewal for it this week if i wanna save money (and pay the premium...not installment btw...). or maybe i can just say fuck it we ball and go???? im so desperate to have some form of relief from these physical symptoms at least.

the doctor did prescribe me new pain meds. i'm gonna have it delivered today, i hope it works (please please please).

the bottomline is that i can make therapist jokes now. my therapist will be hearing all the yapping that i've done in this post, that's all thank, bless. i might start playing la/ds soon too, i need my otoge emotional support. and yes, despite everything, i'm still somehow making slow and steady progress with my projects yippeeee

[diagonal-queen]

HI I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM HAKSHWKDHKSH 😭😭

SINCE YOURE DOING REQUESTS CAN YOU PLS PLS WRITE SMTH ABT FIRST KISS WITH CHUUYA AAA IT CAN BE A DRABBLE OR HEADCANONS OR ANYTHING, ID ACCEPT ANYTHING PLS IM ON MY KNEES I WILL GIVE YOU COOKIES

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON!! ALSO YOU DO NOT HAVE TO GIVE ME ANYTHING FOR ME TO WRITE FOR YOU. YOU COULD SAY 'DIA WRITE ME THIS OR I WILL LITERALLY KILL YOU' AND I'D BE LIKE 'YES MASTER :D'. THAT BEING SAID I'M SURE YOUR COOKIES ARE DELICIOUS <3

Mutually Beneficial Transaction

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: After not seeing each other for a while, you and Chuuya spend the day together. It gets a little more romantic than you expected.

♡ wc: 1.4k

♡ cw: Swearing, mentions of death.

note: I'm so, SO sorry that this took so long to complete anon. This was one of the first reqs I got and I feel like I've let you down T-T I had a bunch of different ideas for this but not a clue which one to use- hopefully you like the end result though <3 Apologies for errors, hope you enjoy x

Most people would see you and Chuuya as you were out and about and make the assumption that you were on a date. After all, you were dragging him from place to place, a couple clothes bags dangling from your free arm while he followed you with a fond smile on his face. You didn't have any issues with this, but it certainly wasn't the case. However, if it were, you're sure you would have been all over Chuuya and vice versa.

Yokohama was well known to be a city teeming with crime, specifically at the hands of the notorious Port Mafia of which Chuuya was an executive. You weren't a member yourself but you didn't feel as if you had anything to fear being close with Chuuya. You assumed that since you'd known each other for so long that you had some form of immunity. That being said, it had been a while since you were able to spend any personal time with him.

That's the reason that, on a rare day off, Chuuya called you to meet him at a nearby cafe for breakfast to spend the day with you. Feeling a little lonely without him, you were more than happy to participate. Thus, you spent the day running around Yokohama with Chuuya doing a multitude of things- shopping, trying different foods, and the like. Doing couple-y things, you thought. The question of whether or not Chuuya was at all like-minded lingered in the back of your head most of the day.

Around mid-evening before dinner, you and Chuuya found yourselves a bench near the port and took your seats, letting your arms rest from the bags they'd been carrying, and your feet rest from taking you so many places. The sunset setting on the horizon was a bright orange, the sky a calming ombre of shades of pink and blue.

"Today was brilliant, Chuuya," you breathed, a serene smile gracing your face as you absorbed the view. "Thank you for all this."

"It's nothin', really," he sighed, brushing a stray ginger lock from his face. "I'm just glad you were happy."

"You're way too nice to me. You know I won't be able to repay you- at least not like this?" You cocked an eyebrow at him, with a chuckle.

"I don't care about that. You spending time with me is payment enough." Chuuya glanced over at you with a smile. "I'm glad I got to hang out with you today."

"It really has been a while, huh?" You mused. "Things are busy in the mafia right now, I guess?"

"Things are technically always busy there, but because I'm an executive I have a lot more shit to do than most other members." He explained.

"That's also why you're so fuckin' loaded, I guess." You joked. The man beside you let out a snicker. "Seriously, though, just because you make a lot doesn't mean you always need to spend it on me."

"It's honestly fine, hon. I mean it. Besides, I kinda like buying you stuff." When you tilted your head at him as if to ask for further explanation, he elaborated. "You always get so excited whenever I get you a gift. It's nice knowing that I'm able to make you happy."

"You make me happy whenever I see you, regardless of whether you buy me things!" You insisted, shifting towards him and earnestly taking his gloved hand in your own. "I like spending time with you! I wouldn't be your friend if I didn't, you know."

"...yeah." He squeezed your hand. "...hey, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Chuuya."

"Have you been feeling lonely recently?" The question surprised you, because it seemed rather random and uncharacteristic coming from Chuuya. You turned to face him.

"I mean...I guess, a little. It's been kinda lonely not having you around. Sometimes I got worried that you'd died or something," you admitted, your voice quiet.

"Died? Me?" Chuuya asked, making you giggle.

"I know, I know. Even God wouldn't be able to kill you. But I really couldn't help but worry. I'm glad to have been able to spend today with you. I like knowing that you're alright," you cast him a genuine smile, "and I had a great time. Did you?"

"'Course I did. I was with you." Chuuya responded returning your beam. You tapped your lips and weakly swatted at him.

"Shush, you."

"Now that I think of it, I did kinda miss messing with you." Chuuya leaned forward as his eyes narrowed.

"You're so damn sadistic, Chuuya. No wonder you're a mafia exec- that title suits you to a tee," you scoffed, pushing your finger into his forehead. "I can't even catch a break when I'm on your good side."

"Don't complain, you have it pretty easy with me."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." You rolled your eyes. "Cheeky..."

"Who's cheeky?" Chuuya raised an eyebrow. You leaned forward to reach his eye level, both of you staring one another down. You smirked at him.

"The one spending all his money on me so that he can mess with me, maybe?" You suggested, with a small head tilt. The pair of you shared a quick chuckle, before it suddenly dawned on you how close you were to Chuuya.

You took note of how soft his glove felt on your hand, and how his breath danced across your face. The air around you suddenly seemed hot and sticky. You could hear your heartbeat in your temples.

"...you know what?" Chuuya spoke softly. "If you wanna repay me, maybe there's one thing you can do..."

Your eyes flickered towards his lips. "Yeah?"

"Mhm. You don't have to do it if you don't want to...but I'd appreciate it a lot."

"Anything for you, Chuuya," you breathed.

"Is that right?"

"Of course..." You had mentally prepared for this moment for years, and you felt a surprising amount of confidence. Though, that was mostly because Chuuya seemed to be returning your...very fervid attitude. You were both quiet, the only sounds being your slightly wavering breaths. Your faces were barely centimetres apart now.

"In that case..." you inhaled and closed your eyes in anticipation, quickly melting into his touch when your lips connected.

Chuuya did feel warm, and you felt a tingle in your chest. Your first kiss with Chuuya was better than you'd expected; not only did Chuuya meet all of your expectations but he also seemed equally interested in kissing you. You could only assume, anyway, when Chuuya's fingers found their way beneath your chin and gently lifted your face up so he could better access your lips.

The moment felt fleeting. When Chuuya pulled away you wanted to take his face and keep kissing him, but you didn't. That would probably shock him. You opened your eyes to see Chuuya's blue ones boring into yours. His face was relaxed, if a little flushed.

"Oh...oh, you're good at kissing..." You practically mouthed, you were so quiet. Chuuya couldn't hold back his laugh at your expression.

"How kind of you."

"No, like-!" You huffed, pushing him away from you. "You are a sadist."

"Nah, not to you," he shook his head. You didn't know what to say to him. Chuuya let out a relenting exhale. "I can be if you want me to be."

"...yeah. To be honest, you'd kinda lose half your charisma if you weren't." After saying that, he gave you a frown. You stifled a giggle.

"I'm the cheeky one?"

"Yes, you are. But I think I prefer it that way," you smiled. Chuuya truly couldn't get enough of it.

"I think...and you be quiet," he began, pointing a stern finger towards you. "...I think you and I are a good match. Dating-wise."

"You don't say?" You teased.

"Y/N, I'm being serious here," he insisted, taking your hand once more. "Can I be your boyfriend?"

"...yes?!" You raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't have kissed you if the answer was no? You dense idiot, Chuuya."

"My apologies for making sure I wasn't dragging you into something you didn't want," he rolled his eyes. You laced your fingers together, before lifting your joined hands and pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. His gaze softened. "...thanks, hon."

"Seriously, though, I actually won't be able to spoil you or anything like that, so are you really sure you wanna date me?" You asked.

Chuuya sighed in exasperation. "I'm cuttin' you off if you keep this shit up, Y/N."

"Okay, okay!"

i'm kinda tempted to write something now based on my first kiss because imo it was CRAZY romantic, but i don't wanna disrespect the person with whom i shared said kiss. if you're reading this; hey man do i have permission to write a loose recount of what we did except instead of us it's like some fictional people? i will give you a creative credit for worldbuilding

[iheartgaykey]

HEY ELLIE :D I wanted to stop by and say how much you really mean to me and how thankful I am to have gotten to meet someone who is very arguably inspiring to me in several ways. I've been thinking about your AU so much lately it's during my weird moments I'm thinking of Ron and Lucid "What would they do in this scenario" PLEASE. I don't think you realize how much you matter to me in general even if it sounds super cliche and corny 😭 Sort of taking the opportunity to ask you now if there's ANYTHING you'd like to share with me? It can be art, oc lore, dhmis related content.. EVEN OTHER FANDOMS!! FEEL FREE TO JUST TAKE THE TIME TO RAMBLE IF YOU REALLY WANT TO... I DON'T MIND HOW MUCH YOU SHARE EITHER I love you!!!! /p Keep your chin up! I'll always be here if you need me (SORRY THIS INBOX CAME OUT OF NOWHERE SOBS)

DOLL HELLO DOLL OMGGODNJSMISFJJ HIHIHI SINCE YOURE HERE I MIGHT AS WELL GIVE YOU A BIG RAMBLE BC I DO HAVE ALOT TO SAY ACTUALLY… ESSAY INCOMING !!!!

YOUVE GOT ME THINKING ABT DHMIS AGAIN THO N I DO HAVE A BIG DEVELOPMENT THING COMING UP PRETTY SOON FOR LOCKED UP!!! Lennon is still being designed + I’ve been making tons of different versions of him w different outfits n hair n loads of fun stuff but my most recent stuffs is on whiteboard… im revisiting most of the whiteboard concepts from forever ago n basing my designs on that :D plus Aaron is getting a minor little redesign (giving him some more intricate details and going more in-depth with some of his already existing details) IM ACTUALLY TRYING TO PUT MORE SYMBOLISM INTO SOME OF THESE GUYS. AARONS NECK CLAMP THING IS GONNA COME BACK INTO PLAY FULL SWING GAHHH (speaking of Aaron’s neck clamp thing! I made a Kandi version of it. Wearing it as I type this hhhhhhhhh) I have a base for everyone (mostly everyone) doodled up on whiteboard.i just need to put it to use !! Which reminds me all of the teachers canonically have like.. Barbie doll bodies hee haw

More on Lennon though!! I’m basing him mostly on the interaction he had with Yellow in the Death episode! He’s very soft-spoken and doesn’t know what the fuck is going on most of the time, he is one of the most mindless puppets out of the teachers (is it even SURPRISING that Ron would like him.) but most of his fucked-up-ness is because he started glitching out after Red messed with the machine 😔

ALSO LUCID HAS BEEN ON THE MIND SM FOR ME? Aaron n Lucid interactions need to happen hello!!!! (They would try to kill eachother) as far as I can tell the average conversation between them would be mostly insults and annoyed scoffs!! They hate eachother and I love that for them ❤️ (their dynamic would certainly be something strange? Aaron is EXTREMELY cocky and I doubt he would give a single fuck whether Lucid is mentally OK or not? Although Lucid seems to want for nobody to gaf sooo?????) (And while I'm on the topic Lucid and Lennon would also not get along bc Len acts really fucking stupid and I kind of doubt Lucid would be able to stand him 💀)

EITHER WAY MORE LUCID IN LOCKED UP STUFF IS DEFINITELY HAPPENING SOON <3 I REALLY LIKED HOW I RENDERED MY ELLIE IN THE REAL DRAWING SO I HAVE TONS OF MOTIVATION TO DOODLE

I'm also really into Dandys world? (LIKE I HAVENT TALKED ABOUT THIS ENOUGH) and besides from my dhmis designs n such I'm also redesigning all of the toons. (Cough cough rn working on Vee) GAME-WISE IVE ALSO JUST SAVED UP ENOUGH ICHOR (Ichor is the in-game currency) TO GET ASTRO WHICH IM INSANELY HAPPY ABOUT (me and a friend play literally every night AND WE HAVE THE LONG AWAITED PEBBLE AND ASTRO COMBO...) and after I get Shelly me and them are gonna get Razzle&Dazzle mastery together <3 (r&d has a very weird play style so I keep joking about getting their mastery) IM TRYING NOT TO MAKE THIS CONFUSING SO YOU UNDERSTAND? THERES ALSO A COMICON WE R GOING TO IN LIKE A MONTH AND IM WORKING ON MAKING AN ASTRO COSPLAY!!! EXPLODES IMMEDIATELY

Ohh… also music…. There are a few PARTICULAR songs I’ve had on loop for a while (nervous sweating…) I had actually kind of based my Ellie in the real drawing on the cover art for Good Enough by Kittensneeze… but mostly on Beautiful Princess Disorder? Bpd gives me some really cool imagery (js like $oulbomb) neons in particular I feel are literally the exact vibe of that song (although for calmer music it would either be grays or muted colors I love color language) the Distortionist has also been on repeat and IT.REMINDS ME OF AARON AND LUCID GET THEM OUT OF MY HEADNDUCNJDANSJS (OFF TOPIC BUT FLOWERS BY SACRISTUFF? GO LISTEN TO IT I BEG) THEY MAKE ME SO ILLLLLLL……. I HAVE A LUCID PLAYLIST IN THE MAKING HELLO IVE BEEN ADDING MUSIC TO IT FOR MONTHS NOW I JS NEED TO MAKE A COVER. WKMDJENDIAMAKAMDNEH

[vai3-writes]

matchup exchange:)

• fandom: jjk

• you can call me blair

• i'm a gemini, intp!

• i'd like for my match to be a guy

• ideal first date: i have absolutely no idea! i'm willing to go with anything as long as it's not too crazy lol if i were the one to offer a date, i'd probably just offer a walk + visiting some caffe. i'd definitely bring a lil present for my date as well

• personality: i'm definitely very loyal and friendly. i'm that funny person in the friend group (i swear i'm not the only one who thinks so 😭), my social battery dies pretty quickly though. it takes me veryyy long to fall for someone and i prefer to take things slow ykyk. i'm that type of person who texts first, and i love to send memes and cat reels lol. i make jokes all the time, sometimes they're a bit dark tho. i'm usually quite sarcastic. it's very easy to make me cry, and i usually forgive people way too fast after they hurt me. i'm very emotional in general. i'm a professional yapper, but i'm also a good listener, and i love to memorize little details about someone and surpise them later with it, for example when someone mentions they like something, the very next day i'll buy them that thing. i'm probably a bit too jealous. i can't stay in one place for too long, i get bored fast. i'm only really serious when i'm upset, or when the situation requires it. i find it quite hard to go out of my comfort zone at times, but i'm working on it. i love to tease people, and i love when they tease me back. i'm an overthinker and i often doubt myself. i have a habit of washing my hands like a thousand times a day, i also have to check a few times if i still have my phone in my bag, or if i locked the door 😪 i'm also very good with managing money lol

• love language: words of affirmation & acts of service (receiving); acts of service & gift giving (giving)

• likes: animals (i have two cats and a dog), books, food that's especially sweet, deep conversations, plushies, jokes that barely anyone finds funny, sleeping, coffee

• dislikes: parties, dirty things/places, bugs, crowded places, summer and hot temperatures in general, horror movies, loud noises (and people), snakes, darkness, heights, people who don't respect boundaries

• hobbies: i spend most of my day listening to music, and i mostly listen to rock. i love reading books, my favourite genre is fantasy! 90% of my books are fantasy, the rest of them being agatha christie's works. i like baking and i'd say i'm pretty good at it, but at the same time i'm a terrible cook 💀 i'll bake a perfect cake, but i can't even cook pasta properly

• perfect partner: probably just someone who will make me feel wanted and heard, i also like people who are caring and protective, i don't mind being with someone who has completely different interests than me, as long as they accept what i like, and I'll obviously do the same. love people who will tease me back and who i can joke around with

• appearance: i'm tall (abt 175cm), i have dark hair which i tend to dye a lot tho. i often cut them too. i have green eyes and round face, i look younger than i am. i have 6 piercings (all in ears tho:<) and one tattoo for now but i definitely want more. i mostly wear dark clothes

i hope it's okay, take your time!! thank you for doing an exchange with me!:*

Heyyy !! Your matchup is complete @isadollie!<3

barely proofread and awful punctuation, I apologize for any mistakes.

word count - 1k

possible tw - overthinking(?)

And it's...

Okkotsu Yūta !!

Firstly, your astrological compatibility sticks out to me a lot. As a Gemini & Pisces duo, you are one of the most flexible and compatible signs, which equates you two to be a very harmonic pair!

You are the antithesis of the 'opposites attract' trope.

You're fiercely loyal and attentive to your friends, remembering even small details, and both of you are talkers and listeners simultaneously. I imagine Yuta to be someone who rambles to his close friends but also just listens a lot, you being the same shows the balance between the two of you.

It wouldn't take Yuta too long to get close to you, as he would sense your loyalty and your jokes would warm him up even faster. I can imagine you sticking together during any social gatherings you're attending. Things would go slower between you, flowing more naturally. You'd stay friends for quite a while, as I imagine Yuta still being a bit unsure after Rika. After a while, you'd most likely start growing even closer, and teasing from Panda would increase.

"I fell first, but he fell harder" - Is something that applies to Yuta, he's gentle by nature, but extremely protective of his friends (JJK 0 movie, Geto scene.), He would realize that he cares for you more than a friend after someone hurts you, and you forgive them extremely quickly. After berating you with questions about who it was, he gives said person a little talk, if you catch my drift.

Yuta absolutely cherishes every little thing you ever got him, even if he feels a little guilty about you spending money on him. Gets you little things in return, if you admire something a little too long when you go out, he buys it for you. Ultimately Yuta falls back to his main love languages - acts of service, and quality time. He doesn't enjoy fancy restaurants. He would go if you asked him to, but ultimately, for your first date, he invites you to a café that you were talking about recently.

He loves it, when you text him first, it reassures him that your relationship isn't one-sided, and he reacts to every. single. cat video. you send him, religiously.

Yuta would adore your animals, they love him too, and constantly brings them treats when he comes over. I believe Yuta prefers salty or umami-flavored food over sweet treats. Therefore, whenever he receives any complimentary biscuits or sweets, he tucks them into his pocket and offers them to you the next time he sees you. Hunts down new cafes and boba shops to explore, and learns your boba and coffee orders by heart.

He'll also buy you plushies, heard Maki talk about jelly cats once, and gets you two cats, one grey and one black.

I imagine you having pretty similar dislikes, Yuta dislikes parties, they stress him out and he hates strangers getting into his personal space, Yuta is very attentive and makes sure to learn your dislikes and avoid them as much as possible, he doesn't like seeing anyone close too him uncomfortable or uneasy.

I don't imagine Yuta as a huge fantasy reader, or bookworm in general. He likes hearing you rant about your favorite books tho, and loves it when you sit him down and re-tell the story. Yuta feels very content and happy in tranquil moments like that.

I can't see Yuta as a top-tier cook, but he can definitely cook a few simple dishes. He might tease you about your cooking skills a bit, gobbles down any of your baking tho, and finds them extra tasty since the love of his life made them.

Yuta meets your preferences and requirements too. There's no need to elaborate further on most parts, but one thing I can add is that he may initially be a bit startled by your jokes. He might be unsure how to respond at first, but as time goes on, he warms up to the banter and starts initiating it himself. Yuta is a very respectful and considerate man, he would put you in front of himself and do most to protect you.

Yuta couldn't care less about looks, but he's kind of fascinated by your piercings and likes pretty much everything you do to your hair.

An issue you could run into would be your partnered overthinking. I can imagine Yuta being unsure of everything he's doing sometimes, but being too scared to speak out and talk about it, ending up distancing himself from you, which in turn could make you overthink. Which can start a spiral until one of you decides to actively seek out the other and talk about said problem. You both learn that you need more reassurance from one another that day.

headcanons

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Going to taste test a brand-new soufflé pancake cafe! Him taking cute candid photos of you and the food, "Maybe you'd like to post them". Doesn't let you pay when you go out either, "You spoil me with your gifts, love"

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"You do realize that you can't survive on cup noodles right?", he asks you walking into your room. "I'm making you some fresh food.". 25 minutes later you've got some steaming hot katsudon in front of you.

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"Love, do you need any help with the back? I don't think you're getting everything" Yuta says, as he walks into the bathroom to you dyeing your hair. "Yes, pleasee, I don't want it to end up patchy." - "Alright, give me your brush/gloves please. *color* this time? It suits you."

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"Yuta! Where are you?", you've been searching for Yuta for the last 5 minutes. That is until you hear purring from your bedroom. As you walk in you see Yuta laying on the edge of the bed, two cats sitting on top of him, and a dog right by his side.

"I think they like me" - he says, with a lazy smile on his face.

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divider by @muruffin<3

Hope you enjoy it, and I apologize for any mistakes. Honestly, I first considered matching you with Geto but I think Yuta fits more

Idk how many kg of watermelon I have consumed in the past 6 weeks - frankly I don't want to know

[crazylittlejester]

Ik the kms joke was a joke and all but pls stay safe I care abt u :(

-Mandy wars 🍊

(Haha sorry I’ve been hiding in the void)

OH HEY DUDE!! I’ve been worried about ya, i hope you’re doin’ okay!!

don’t worry bro i cant kill myself until I’ve posted your fic, i literally can’t do that to you 😭 /j

in all seriousness tho, that’s not something any of y’all need to worry about. if I’m goin’ out it ain’t gonna be some lame ass way by my own hand, god himself is gonna have to come down here and drag me away kicking and screaming 🫶 im far more likely to just disappear and abandon society to go live in the woods. tho in the event of my untimely demise, my fiancee and friend have been instructed to continue my fics and post all my finished wips im holding onto 🫡 so y’all wont be starved of content lmao (but seriously im fine and the only place i’m going is potentially the woods)

(also i had to lock all my fics on ao3 so i hope you have an ao3 acc. if you dont ill find a way to print out your fic when i finish it and tie it to a raven and deliver it to your house /j)

REMEMBER TO DRINK WATER AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, I HOPE YOURE DOING GOOD 🫶

[jihyoruri]

in regards to the post about wow!yn’s lock screening have a few questions i’d like to ask for some clarity (aka i’m just nosey)

who is saved as “gf<3” in her phone?

who is wony not the biggest fan of and was saying was delusional, were both of those instances minjeong 😭 cause if not idk who else wony isn’t fond of, i think you mentioned it before but i completely forgot

WHAT POST WITH MOTHER SOYEON ⁉️👀 how did people react to it

and who was she flirting with that was 11 years older than her? was it irene cause ngl i don’t blame her if that’s the case

LOL OKAY SO “gf<3” is yujin

the first text from wony she’s talking about minjeong and the second one is her talking about someone else who wony thinks is pretty delusional she was joking abt it with a little hint of seriousness (hint hint who’s someone who likes yn but is going about it in all the ways)

it was just a post of both of them together thats pretty touchy ngl 😭that’s why somi was lowkey like “WHAT IS THIS.” people were going crazy on twitter.

LMAOOO yes it was irene yn and aeri ran into her in the halls and yn was flirting like crazy