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three's a crowd | nomin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"convince me?"

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

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

and you weren't stupid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

so this was how he got them to bully you?

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

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

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

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

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

we lost :(

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

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

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

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

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

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

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

"what are you doing here?"

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

"i said, what are you doing here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fuck this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

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

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

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

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

no. this can't be happening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

this is really happening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

until it slips and—

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

oh no.

"jeno—"

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

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

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

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

his patience is nonexistent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"no—!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you felt… filthy.

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

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

"i'm the favorite!"

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

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

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

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

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

"who do you like best?"

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

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

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

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

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mrhrmrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr · 3 years ago

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Hiii could I please get bnha & haikyuu matchup? Preferably with males pls. My pronouns are she/her. I am 5’4, an ambivert and a Latina. My enneagram is type 4. I have pale skin, mid-length brown wavy hair with bangs, and hazel eyes. I am described as someone who comes off as cold or aloof when I’m around people I don’t know. After getting to know me, I am the complete opposite. I’m just a bit shy at first lol. My friends have told me that I give good advice but like to joke about my stubbornness. I like to make people laugh and try to make the best of any situation. However I have a hard time expressing my emotions. I’m also described as easy going and fun to be around. I also love animals especially dogs.

I am a hip hop dancer and love to perform. Dance to me is very freeing and I'm usually dancing anywhere anytime haha. I choreograph a lot as well. I also enjoy reading could vary from manga to non-fiction. I love music especially hip hop, rap, & reggaeton. I also love to write music/poetry. At one point I was composing 2-3 songs a day but lately I've lost my creative streak. I never show anybody though since I’m really shy about it. I'd love to one day tho! I can be playful and love to tease my friends. I also really like to eat and travel. I am a bit of a homebody but I enjoy hiking because of the exercise. I really enjoy having deep conversations. I can’t stand people who bully others and people who are fake. I like to be honest and helpful in any way I can. My style is usually anything comfy/casual and I don’t really like wearing skirts or dresses. I speak English and Spanish (learning Japanese & Portuguese). I would love to learn ASL and Hawaiian one day as well. I enjoy watching crime investigations, probably one of my favorite things to watch.

I don’t really any fears, just not being able to accomplish my goals/dreams. I tend to daydream a lot and I’m also a big procrastinator 😭. I'm usually in my head a lot which tires me a bit. Alone time for me is definitely important. I would say my love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch. I’m usually really cold towards the person I like lol. Only because I test the waters to see if I should spend time and energy on them. I tend to be a bit jealous/possessive, not in an unhealthy way though. Just wouldn’t match with someone who is very flirty with other people lol. What I look for in a partner is someone that is selfless, mature and has depth to them. Also if they are really accepting because I’ve never had that growing up. I'm a bit touch starved lol. Thank you so much 💖💗💕

tl;dr Hinata Shoyo thinks your really cool and supports your goals/you in general fully. Tamaki Amajiki thought you were scary at first, but once you warmed up to each other he ally admires you, and thinks your cute.

Hope this is alright, still new to the whole matchup thing:

Haikyū!!:

I give you…One Shoyo Hinata

He may not always be the most mature person, even in the Haikyū timeskip, but he makes up for it in other ways.

You would probably meet after his first year, probably sometime between end of his second-timeskip around 2018.

Really depends on where you are, I won’t go to into detail seeing as some people might not want spoilers, I will put any spoilers down below the cut at the end of this.

If it’s during high school still, you might be a new manager for Karasuno, or even the manager of another team they are having a practice match with.

Just some things…:

> would love that you can speak multiple languages, he thinks it’s so cool that you can communicate to all kinds of people, and he’d probably ask you to teach him a little bit as well

> he probably wouldn’t care if you were ever distant/cold, he understands that it takes time for people to warm up to each other, (Kageyama, Kenma even, good examples there)

> if you told him/he saw/you showed him your dancing, he would probably be open jawed thinking stuff like “that- is so freaking cool!!!” yeah- mental exclamation marks.

> if you showed him how to do a couple moves? amazing, he’s gonna brag and go show his teammates tomorrow at practice what he learned how to do

> sometimes he can be a bit energy draining, but if you tell him you need alone time? he understands completely and will give you your time (might be a bit impatient in waiting for you to send him a message saying hi but he respects that all fully.)

> this dude would be so freaking supportive of you- I will go more on this below the cut for manga spoilers- but he’d just think your one of the coolest people ever

> if you do warm up to him, and decide “this is alright” he’d smile so big and just- hug you so tightly because he’s so happy you feel comfortable around him

> being the kind of person he is, he totally understands you wanting to pursue your dreams. he’d support you, your hobbies, all of it.

> if you told him about your song writing + that you’ve been a bit out of it in your writing he would beg you to let him read or hear some of your work (if you said no he’d understand but he’d still in his mind hope someday maybe you would), he’d ask if you wanted him to try and give you some inspiration, his first answer being “Volleyball!”

> he’s so freaking cuddly once he knows if your comfy with that, he’d hug you, hold you hand, all of that

> start of your relationship he’d definitely be blushy and a bit shy (girls though amiright?)

> he’d watch crime shows with you for sure, he might not share the same love for them, but he loves to cuddle up with you to watch them, he might play with your hair, he just likes to be near you to be honest

> he just thinks your freaking cool and really pretty

BNHA:

Ah hmmm…I give you one Tamaki Amajiki?

Its quite the flip around from Hinata but hear me out….

You are probably also a hero-in-training. You might training to be a more rescue based hero, knowing multiple languages you’d be good at containing a scary situation/containing the crowd. Good at calming people down to evacuate or get to safety..

When you meet to be honest he thought you were scary, shivering in his shoes,

as he gets to know you though, whether it’s from observing you or because Mirio or Nejire have tagged you along with them so he had no choice really-

he finds your not all that scary! The other too can be exhausting so you might drift off towards him for a chiller vibe…

Just some things:

> you’d probably bond over food a bit, and both having the want to stick up for others, (or a dislike for meanies).

> it would take a while for you Both to warm up to each other much/fully, but when you do its quite great

> A slower relationship for sure I think, even once your both more comfortable with each other, not a whole lot of affection at first though

> if you first initiated any affection (verbal or physical), he’d probably be a blushing mess, don’t worry though, he finds it easier to show not tell, so once you’ve talked about it to each other and he’s gotten reassurance from his friends, he’d probably be much more affectionate

> probably lots of comforting, cuddles, not a lot of public affection- he’d rather keep it behind closed doors. when your alone he loves to hold you hand or just pat your head, mostly small things but baby steps matter

> if you tell/show him your dancing he might be intimidate, he’d think it’s cool but he’d definitely have a little bit of a mindset about you like he does with Mirio, he loves and supports your dancing fully though

> same with your writing- if you showed him he would probably think “oh well now i have to add to my list of reasons my s/o is amazing.”

> food dates + movies/tv shows probably, he’d watch crime shows with you, he thinks they are interesting, he mostly loves the look on your face when your doing/watching something you love

> definitely lots of comforting him when he’s anxious

> he likes it when you speak in languages he doesn’t speak, he also likes to try and mentally guess what he thinks your saying

> you both need your alone time, so he gets that and respects your space, he hopes you’ll do the same

> he really understands your want to fulfill your dreams and goals, and he really admires you and thinks your really cute.

this was a little rushed and I probably could have found better characters-

hope this is alright if you want a re-match I can do that for sure <3

timeskip!hinata/manga spoilers below the cut

if you meet after high school:

> you both can speak similar language! (assuming that in this made up universe you have already learned how to speak the rest on your list..)

> imagine that cuddly hinata- but better. it’s the timeskip beef all the characters got like—

> if you met/were together when he was doing beach training, he would definitely try and teach you a bit of beach volleyball/indoors as well.

>when he goes back to japan and joins msby? you probably moved over there with him, if not you can probably make a long distance relationship work just fine

> he would brag to his new teammates so freaking much about you too, especially about your dance skills and how many languages you speak

> he’s just really proud of you tbh

> he understands your want to succeed/ achieve your dreams/goals, I mean he moved to freaking Brazil to help him achieve his, so i think he definitely relates

#haikyu matchups #haikyuu!!#bnha matchups #bnha #tamaki amajiki #hinata shoyo

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anepiphany · 4 years ago

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okay wait everyone is doing these cute posts about their moots and so i’d like to write out what havoc a team of one of my mutuals and i would wreck if we were in the bau:

(this is me being dumb at 2 am and i’m definitely going to make some cute sort of post too but i felt like doing this)

((also this took me forever to do lmao so if there’s anyone i forgot i swear it is nothing against you i just did moots i felt like i knew well enough to explain this for))

@ellegreenawy : y’all celie and i would be an iconic team because we come up with so many good ideas but our best ideas are always in the middle of the night. so you best know if reid ain’t solving the case, celie and i crack it at 2 am. also, celie is definitely rossi’s favorite. she’s the only person he lets cook with him regularly, and i’m the one who definitely got distracted and forgot to put water in the pasta pot so i ended up setting the pasta on fire so i am banned from the kitchen most of the time (it’s not that i can’t cook, it’s that i got distracted that one time and rossi refuses to believe me). oh and her and i would definitely write a book together the way rossi did. and we’d guest lecture together too.

@babyblockcolorcat : fabs and i would def be in seasons 8-9 of cm together and we would get nothing done because this girl would not be able to function around alex blake. but also faby would rock a blazer. her and em definitely share a closet. faby around alex is like reid around practically any girl in the early seasons, and it’s kind of adorable but also the rest of us (me and the team) are standing around like “why the fuck is alex so oblivious” (of course this is an au where alex isn’t married). i mean the whole “good morning, faby!” from alex and then faby accidentally walks into a pole and spills her coffee

@reidsemily : bro bekah and i would be an elite partnership. we definitely spend our free time with penny and morgan because i feel like the four of us would be iconic together. also if we’re called in for a case in the middle of the night her and i are definitely the ones that show up and chug five cups of coffee before we can even say a word. and then someone (probably jj) is going to point out that my blazer is inside out and that bekah is wear two different shoes and we’re just going to drink another cup of coffee

@linguinereid : i would love to hear conversations between bee and reid because i’d probably learn more from them than my entire school life. bee is definitely a major part as to why we can solve all these cases, and i feel like her and i interrogating a suspect together would be interesting. i’d probably talk enough to bore the unsub to death, and then bee would just say things and psychoanalyze the suspect until they broke

@ssaemilyprentits : okay so i feel like steph and morgan have been in a prank war since she started working at the bau and somehow i got involved in it and now we’re just this chaotic mess of “ok ani wait you distract morgan and i’ll go mix salt into his coffee” and “steph keep derek busy so i can go and stick this sign that has his phone number and ‘call me for foot massages’ written on it on the back of his car”

@whiskey-fluent and @jenniferxprentiss : i wholeheartedly believe that h and ash would be the most sarcastic and upfront agents. like straight up would make the suspects tremble during interrogation. and they’d always be sent to do stuff together; they’d be the dream team. i know technically i don’t fit into this equation but like their energy together as fbi agents would be immaculate so i needed to talk about it. like that one episode where the unsub is morgan’s cousin’s husband who forced her to marry him and jj and emily walk into the interrogation room and are conversing about will and henry? yeah, that’s h and ash. i’d probably be penny in the trio.

@heat-waveee : ok i think lb and i would honestly be a very productive duo during work. like she’d def keep my procrastination in check on paperwork days and we’d be good at finding info together during cases. and lb would be great at talking to eyewitnesses and friends/family of the victim(s). but when the case is over? we’d be insane. like at dinner parties with the team, nights out at the bar- we’d be going crazy. oh also we’d be crushing on em so much

@apologetically-apologetic : so abbie and i would be great at coming up with theories because in the short amount of time i’ve talked to her we’ve had so many genius ideas. i think we’d observe crime scenes and just piggyback theories onto each other until we figure out a fairly solid one and then use evidence we find later and adjust or expand our theory and then we’d solve cases really well. also, i think if we ever got like trapped with an unsub or like taken together by an unsub we’d definitely come up with a good plan and there’s like an 85% chance that we’d be fine

@reidemandweep : roo and i would just be an organized mess tbh. our desks are for sure next to each other, and whoever comes in first makes coffee for themselves and the other person as well. we’d probably hold off on paperwork till the very last minute but turn it in right on time. i also think roo and i would make a great team when interrogating a suspect. like that one episode where jj and morgan pretend to be a couple and talk to that white supremacist guy? yeah roo and i would be the gay poc couple to annoy the unsub if they were bugged by that. also, we’d definitely be caught trash talking strauss. like “ugh she’s so annoying and messes stuff up for us a lot” and then everyone’s quiet and we’re like “she’s right behind us isn’t she”. we’d also tease rossi about dating her but in the end i don’t think we’d hate her completely because we’re nice enough to understand she’s doing her job but also we’d be like “no <3″ to most of the stuff she says

@eusuntgroot : hj and i would honestly be very nice people together i think. well, hj would be my better half. she’d be really good at talking to families of the victims, because she’s great at being empathetic and she’s so caring. the two of us would probably be sent to speak with victims and eyewitnesses because we’d be good together at calming them down and being there for them and trying to get information. also, hj and i would be great at talking an unsub down together if necessary

@agenthotchner : honestly i feel like snow and i would be really badass undercover. like i get very “entropy” vibes from the two of us. like tara and morgan vibes in that episode. snow and i would most definitely find an unsub while undercover at a bar, lure him outside, and then threaten to hit him in the face with a pair of heels as we handcuff him and lead him to the cop car

@davidrossi-ismydad : sammy and i would have such chaotic energy during paperwork days- hanging out with penelope, locking jj and emily in a room until they got their sexual tension out of the way, sammy hanging out in hotch’s office doing god knows what. sammy and i would definitely make everyone laugh whenever they needed to but sammy would also come up with some of the most genius ideas that the others wouldn’t think of. he’d would definitely be the character that at the 30 minute mark of the episode is like “maybe we’re thinking this part of the profile wrong” and coming up with the correct profile and we’d be like “yes you’re onto something”

@cinnamon-rroll : okay jemma and i would be great at stakeouts. like we’d have the snacks ready and would have the most interesting conversations while watching our surroundings from the car with binoculars. i also think we’d be good undercover, too

@spideyspencer : listen avery would also be so good at interrogating suspects. like so amazing. she’d just be so good at intimidating them and not taking their shit whatsoever. and when we’d be chasing an unsub i’d definitely chase after them and she’d find an easier route and be standing there waiting for us. she’d be putting handcuffs on the unsub and i’d be wheezing and half out of breath like “how *wheeze* did you *wheeze* get here *wheeze* so *wheeze* fast?”

@prentiss-dinozzo : i feel like noelle and i would probably be like tara together: badass but also good critical thinkers and smart. and i think we’d do similar things to what reid did: go through case files, make geographic profiles, that sort of thing. and i also think we’d be good at guest lecturing together

(not me being dumb and forgetting caitlin because i did this at literally 2 am ugh!!)

@themetaphorgirl : okay caitlin gives me very much garcia vibes and i for sure think her and i in the bau would be best friends with penny. we’d be hosting parties/dinners and coming up with fun ways for all of us to hang out and we’d just have elite energy. we definitely convinced the bau to have a family bowling night and family game night and things like that. i think we’d also be good at talking unsubs down and definitely would be the ones talking to the friends/family of the victims. also, i have a feeling that caitlin would be good at making negotiations too!

#ani rambles #my beautiful beautiful moots #i love you guys

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chogiwank · 6 years ago

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Fornication - Taeyong | Fluff&Smut (Part 1)

Anon asked: Hey can I request friends with benefits Taeyong fluff,smut please ❣❣❣❣❣

Pairing: Badboy!Taeyong x Nerd!Reader

Genre: Fluff, One Scene of Smut (full smut will be part 2)

Warnings: Oral sex, Adultery/Premarital Sex, Friends With Benefits, (smut occurs mostly after the “Read more”) not100%proofreadOOPS

“That’s it, the prof is being annoying and keeps stacking us with work which...I procrastinated on and didn’t finish. Today is the day I’m skipping class.” The idea of doing such ran chills through her, she’d always been the goodie-two-shoes as others would call her, a teacher’s pet.

“Skip class? On a Saturday? Rebellious.” Her friend chuckled seated beside her on the soft green grass. “Plus it’s 7 in the afternoon, idiot.”

“Ugh shut up.” She rolled her eyes, playfully punching his arm. He laid back on the grass - hands behind his head as a pillow - laughing at her, her thoughts to be mischievous and sneak around without getting caught or give into her own guilt. When they’d met in sophomore year of high school, he’d never seen her do one naughty thing to ruin her reputation - always in class on time, homework done, full participation in class and projects - the whole A+ student, a role model.

On the other hand, he was the complete opposite to her - never participate in school-related activities, lazy, skips class to hook up, piercings, couple tattoos here and there, dyed hair. - a whole bad boy of the school even with the look. Seeing the two together was never really anything you’d think, they both clashed in looks, personality and work habits, their relationship very unexpected.

It all started during junior year in high school, the two were oddly paired up by the teacher in their chemistry class. Y/N gaining dirty looks from other girls of his past and current hookups, Taeyong raising whispers, eyebrows and some cheers from others due to his reputation.

After school, they worked together in the public library to start up the week-long project. Dividing up the work to finish off faster for the day, y/n slightly shocked at Taeyong finishing his part without any objection on time before her.

“You should know I’m not as horrible as everyone makes me out to be.” He chuckled at her expression.

“Oh no, it’s I-“

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” he shook his head with a gentle smile.

“I just didn’t expect you to finish all of it, you don’t look like the type.”

“I might not look like it but I’m actually pretty good at school, despite how much I skip and hate it.” They both laughed.

“I guess I judged wrong, sorry.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“No biggie.” He nodded. “So is this all for today?”

“So far, Yes. Same time tomorrow?” He smiled.

“Yeah sure,” he stood up from his seat packing up his belongings. “Same time.” From there on, the two cooperated on the project for almost a full week, completing it on the 6th day sighing of relief in the library study room as they flopped back onto their chairs.

“Can’t believe it took so much effort to do this.” Taeyong pushed his hair back.

“Maybe if you participate in groups a little more you’d know.” Y/N teased.

“Hey!” Taeyong exclaimed. “I do participate...just while doing the bare minimum.” He pouted, making her giggle.

“You’re a good teammate.”

“That’s only because I didn’t want you pissed at me.”

“Pissed?”

“Yeah, you’re a smart girl and pretty - I figured you’d blow up and hate me if I didn’t do shit.” he shrugged.

“wait, you think I’m pretty?” She raised a brow.

“Well yeah, only an idiot wouldn’t.”

“I think you’re a total player.” She stated.

“Shocker.” He spoke sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“But that’s only from what I’ve heard. Although I’ve always wondered...” she trailed off. “What do you get from skipping classes and so many hookups.”

“To skip class allows me to have freedom from boredom, and the hookups...” Taeyong smirked. “Help me pass time for a period or two.”

“So what you’re saying is that hooking up with multiple girls is just for you to pass time between periods?” She furrowed her brows.

“Basically, but I haven’t had sex with them all - probably three at most. One who was my ex, second when I was drunk, and third this guy who was my neighbour-“

“you had sex with a dude who was your neighbour?” She exclaimed.

“He was hot, his name was Jaehyun if you saw him you wouldn’t blame me because you’d be banging him right now too, sweetheart.” His words brought a blush to her cheeks, her face turning hotter by the second. “Whoa, what’s with all the blushing?” He smirked. “Are you a virgin?”

“Y-yes kind of...” shifting her gaze down on her lap.

“Kind of?” Taeyong cocked his head. “What does that mean?”

“The most I’ve done is have someone finger me and well uh...I’ve had uhh” she stammered off embarrassed to finish her words.

“And what? Oral?” Taeyong threw out guesses.

“No.” She softly spoke.

“Dry hump?”

She shook her head no once again.

“Did you shove a dildo up your vagina?” vigorously shaking her head yes, she covered her red, hot face with the palm of her hands as she heard Taeyong’s laughter echo throughout the room.

“You’re embarrassed because you’ve shoved a dildo in yourself?” Groaning and punching his arm still in a state of embarrassment she placed her head down on the table. “Who’d you think of?” He wiggled his brow at her mischievously.

“What?” She shoots her head up in a whisper-shout.

“Who’s dick did you want but were too afraid to have Ms.Goodie two shoes.” He slumped back in his chair, hands behind his head smirking devilishly waiting for his answer.

“Uh, I... it was...” she stuttered. “You can’t ask that question, Lee!” She stood up from her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s a personal question!”

“Awe c’mon I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry your secret will be safe I won’t ruin your reputation, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t that she couldn’t tell him, but more so that she wouldn’t. She was afraid of what would happen if she told him, at the same time filled with slight adrenaline and curiosity of what could happen if she did. If she told him the one she thought of was him. That she was interested in him, to know him and how he was. He had good looks, extremely good looks, but his personality was a mystery to him - she wanted to find out about him and for the week she did - feeling slightly more attracted towards him. Although, how could she tell him she thought of him for her sexual fantasies. The role model student desiring for the bad boy, lewd thoughts no one would ever suspect from her, sometimes even surprising herself.

“Is it that senior Jongin is that...ah! Kai?” He stood from his seat walking closer to her with his annoying smirk still plastered on his face. “You two hang out a lot, he seems interested in you.” She nervously shook her head no as Taeyong walked intimidatingly closer to her.

“No? That’s too bad...is it Doyoung? You both are nerds, works pretty well.”

She scoffed. “I still get better marks than him, he is nothing but my mere enemy.”

“Oh yeah?” He took another step closer. “Ten, the Thai exchange student, an attractive guy.”

“He-his looks aren’t really my type.” She moved back as he slowly continued to walk towards her.

Taeyong laughed at her response. “So you’re selfish when it comes to looks?”

“N-no! Not at all I-I’m just saying it-uh he’s not really my type, great guy-g-great personality but not someone I see myself with.”

“Then who do you see yourself with?” Back bumping against the wall she could no longer move away from his intimidating figure who now stood in front of her. Inhaling deeply, she exhaled a shaky breath, gathering her nerves to speak she admit, “you.”

“What?” Processing her answer, moving back looking at the girl who stood trapped between his body and the wall “no way, don’t play like that.” He answered in disbelief.

“I’m not.” She whispered. “I’ve liked you, Taeyong. I don’t know why or how, but I’m interested in you.”

“Might I ask what interest you?” He cocked his head, smirk planted upon his features once again.

“Y-you’re-uHm...it’s basically...”

“What? The goodie-two-shoes wanted some bad boy cock? Are you purely just physically attracted to me y/n?”

She nodded her head, face flushed in pink and burning hot.

“I’ll tell you what, nerd.” Taeyong spoke, “ill make your wishes come true if you do me one favour.” Raising her eyebrows she anticipated for him to continue, “help me with my work - homework, tests and projects - I’ll make your fantasies come true, teach you to loosen up a little while you teach me to tighten up a little. Deal?”

“You do know I’ve never had sex before...”

“I know, I won’t go that far unless you initiate it.”

“Okay, deal. I’ll teach you to be a good boy, you teach me to be bad, Lee.”

“Great sweetheart, so when do we start?”

“Hmm it’s so soon but I don’t think I can wait...” she bit her bottom lip slipping her finger into his belt loop, pulling him closer, “no more work, let’s do it.”

“A little needy?” Taeyong laughed.

“A needy nerd having one of her fantasies come true, yes.” The two connected their lips in a hard kiss, Taeyong gliding his tongue along her lips asking permission for entrance, which she allowed. Leading them to hot open-mouthed kisses and roaming hands on either body. Y/N’s hand up tangled in his hair and down his biceps and back. Whilst Taeyong’s slid down her back down to her back dimples, one slipping into the back of her jeans massaging her ass - an accidental moan escaping her lips - and the other moving up cupping her jaw and occasionally sneaking down to squeeze her breasts. Y/N broke the kiss heavily panting in an attempt to gain air and a proper breathing pace. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.”

“Wonder if I’ll wake up and this’ll end up being some wild dream I’ve had.” Taeyong jokes causing them both to laugh. “Seriously though, I’d be lying if I said I’ve never thought about anything with you.”

“Oh really?” She raised a brow. “What did you think of?” Attaching her lips to his soft skin on his neck she began to suck and bite, leaving light pink and red marks on him.

“Well for one, this. Just kissing you and having you all over me, definitely thought of that. And boy I fucking love it, keep going sweetheart, please.” Letting out a hiss as she reached his sensitive spot below his collarbone, she sucked and bit down a bit harder causing a purple flower to appear. Satisfied with her work, the corner of her mouth twisted upwards as she changed her gaze to look up at him with devilish eyes. “Secondly,” he gripped her waist lifting her on top of the study table they previously worked on. “I thought of having you in class when everyone was gone just kiss you till you're out of breath and finger you until you’re whimpering because of me. The risk of getting caught by a teacher or another student - the school’s ms.perfect getting wrecked, destroying her reputation of innocence. I thought it was hot, still is.”

“Then do it now, wreck me, babe.” Spreading her legs apart for the boy, wrapping them around his waist as he ground his crotch against hers.

“Fuck, are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You’re so dirty, I love it.” Pushing her down against the table he planted wet kisses on her skin, humping her each time she let out a moan. Shuffling to remove her shirt and play with her boobs. Eventually reaching the spot she wanted him the most - she laid there half naked on the table, bra exposed with hickeys on her breast and chest area, jean and panties pulled down having her legs pushed open with Taeyong between her legs, kissing her thighs up to her vagina. Teasing her he slowly licked up her slit a few times before giving attention to her clit. The sensitivity of it jolting her up with a soft high pitched moan. Soon bringing her to an orgasm with her letting out his name, bringing his ego a boost returning the favour, she gave him a blowjob allowing him his own release, her name coming out in whispers from his mouth - his head thrown back, eyes closed shut and fingers tightly held her hair in a makeshift ponytail.

Hence the two’s relationship started of friends with benefits.

“I’ve always wanted to do something...crazy.” She spoke laying her head down on his chest, the two now facing the blue sky, clouds passing as whatever you imagine them to be.

“Now you’re saying I’m not enough for you?” The boy pretended to be offended, hand over his chest and jaw dropped.

“No, you idiot!” She playfully pinched his arm. “I mean like something craz...ier than you.”

“What might that be?” He raised a brow.

“I want a tattoo.”

Taeyong burst into a fit of laughter at her confession. “Well, that is pretty crazy..for you sweetheart.”

“Shush.” She pouted. “Not everyone rebels like you okay?”

“I know.” He chuckled. “Why don’t we go right now?”

Squeezing her eyes shut, body hairs standing on edge as goosebumps rose on her skin from the sound of the machine ready to pierce into her skin and mark it with something that will always remain.

“I can’t believe you’ve actually convinced me to do this.” She hissed from the needles painting upon her wrist.

“You went along with it, don’t place all the blame on me.” Taeyong put his hands up in defence, chuckling at the girl staring him down with a glare. “Plus, even if you regret it later, at least you’ll remember how much of a good time we had together, sweetheart.”

She sighed as the needles left her skin, relaxing her tensed arm and laughed, “you have a point, I will remember this, and us forever.” smiling taking in the new art piece now permanent on her sensitive red skin. Taeyong sat beside her, his ink covered up by the plastic wrap on it, placing their wrists side by side, he sighs deeply,

“I have a lot I regret in life, but this is the one thing I do not.” flashing a bright smile up at her, his voice full of sincerity. Lovingly taking in Taeyong’s crown for a king and her’s a queen with small roman numerals vertically under marking the day they met,

“You know this just means you can’t ever leave me right?”

“So fuck buddies for life?” he teased.

“Shut up.” she smacked his arm. “You’re annoying.”

“Back at you, nerd.”

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A/N: so here’s another fanfic after so long woot woot!! badboy!Taeyong is a whole ass concept and I’m in love ??? This man needs to get himself some tattoos he’s not even my bias but wow AN ETHEREAL MAN JUST IMAGINESKSKS this is just the first part so it’s mostly fluff,, the second part should consist of more smut and I’ll try to have it up soon!! thank you for the wait and feedback is appreciated!! <3 - Doyoung’s Darling

#nct #taeyong #nct 127 #nct u #nct 2018 #yuta #jaehyun #moon taeil #johnny #doyoung #mark lee #kun #yukhei #jungwoo #ten #winwin #sicheng #nct smut #nct fluff

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yoosungslololpartner · 5 years ago

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Hey, could I get a matchup please? :D I‘m a binational and bilingual girl. Actually, I can speak 5 languages fluently and I‘d like to learn more, since languages are one of my passions. But I also find STEM subjects very interesting and am very good at them. ‚Jack of all trades, master of none‘ would be a very fitting way to describe me. I‘m very ambitious, loyal, curious, active (I run and workout) and philosophical. However, I also procrastinate, and tend to be rather depressed.. (part 1)

It’s been a hot minute! But exams are stressing me out so what better way to chill out that to write a match-up for my lovely followers! Now I am SO SO SO sorry it is BEYOND late, and you might never see this anon because you’ve forgotten :’( BUT I will still answer all my asks on the off chance anyone still reads it. I mean it’s just as enjoyable for me as it is for you so to whoever is around. Enjoy! ^_^

*DISCLOSURE* I do get a little deep and emotional and the end so sorry if that wasn’t what you wanted… I’m so proud you survived an eating disorder! I’ve been there before and I just want you all to know I’m always here to talk (even if I do take long to write I answer my messages promptly always) Love yourselves you’re all so beautiful I love you!!!

I match you up with V! It was an insanely hot summer’s day; the sun was beating down melting everything and anything under its penetrating ray. The pathetic fan in your room served no purpose beside its slight breeze that lightly blew the pages of your chemistry book, rising but falling unceremoniously beside your slumped form on the desk beside it. While STEM was your passion you were out of your mind to think you could get any studying done in this exasperating heat. It was then you saw the bright coloured running shoes in the corner of your room and decided: why not make the most of this awesome day?

Grabbing a towel, a bottle of water, and some headphones you were out the door and running at a brisk pace. You enjoyed these runs, not only because it kept you active, but the breathtaking scenery which would distract you from whatever worries or emotions had been floating around from the day. When you entered the park, you slowed down to take a short break on one of the wooden park benches. Sipping your water, you hadn’t noticed that a intimidating man had taken a seat right next to you.

Immediately you began to feel uncomfortable as he closed the short gap between you, and with a sleazy smirk on his face attempted to talk to you.

“Hey Babe~ All that sweat on your body, you must be really hot? Maybe I can help you cool down back at my place?” You felt your stomach churn, and you physically retracted, as his disgusting words made you want to get up and run.

“Ha, ha thank you. But I have somewhere to be-“ You said as you got up, only to be dragged back down as he held tight onto your wrist.

“Not so fast Princess-“

At this exact moment, a blue-haired photographer had been taking pictures of the blooming flowers when he saw this scene unfold before his eyes (well more like heard, his eyes weren’t in the best condition)

“There you are honey! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! You can’t be jogging around the park on your own like that, perverts like these are lurking around everywhere.” The blue-haired man fabricated as he swiftly lead you away from that creep.

As soon as you were far enough he let go of your hand and gave you a warm bright smile, making your heart flutter ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry for being so forward, I hope I didn’t offend you by touching you without permission. I just wanted to make it clear you weren’t interested, men in this park can be persistent.” He said with a sad and apologetic face.

“Oh no, thank you so much! I’m sure if you hadn’t come I would have decked him! Although he might of deserved it, your help definitely seems like the most sensible option.” You exclaimed with gratitude.

“I’m glad. My name is Jihyun Kim by the way. Can I ask what yours is?” He questioned as he adjusted his camera pouch on his neck.

“It’s_______. Nice to meet you Jihyun…and thank you again…” You blushed slightly as your anxiety began to rise again. This guy was really nice, but what if he’s just being polite out of pity? I want to see him again there’s no way I could ask him out…Ah forget it I should just go home-

“Is something the matter?” He asked as he watched as you fiddled with the aux cord of your headphones.

“Uh no…I should go now though. Bye.” You blushed hard as you turned sharply like an acrobat on a wire, avoiding anymore torturous eye contact.

“Wait! _____!” The sound of your name made you stop in your tracks as you shyly turned around with a coy scratch to your head. Your hand came back drenched with sweat. Oh god! Am I sweating this much! Can the ground just swallow me up?

“If it isn’t too much trouble for you, would you perhaps like to join me for dinner later this evening?” He asked with a beautifully radiant smile. So he does like me? You thought? Or not? Maybe he just wants to make fun of me….What do I say?

“Ok…” You said with hesitation. Once again he smiled, and promised to pick you up at eight. So this was a date? Oh boy….

Your first date with V, was unlike any you had ever been on. It was a rocky start to begin with as you could barely utter a word without the little voice in your head telling you to be quiet. But when you arrived at the exhibit everything became a dream. Before dinner, V showed you around his latest work. His images truly were beautiful. One in particular caught your eye of a fire burning in a cave.

“That’s an interesting one. What made you want to photograph this?”

“I’m glad you asked! This one has a bit of a philosophical angle so if you’re not into that sort of thing just shut me up….” He began telling you his inspiration by Plato’s Allegory of the cave, to which you absolutely loved! He was astonished how intrigued you were, usually people would tell him to put a sock in it whenever he tried to explain his philosophical angles, but you couldn’t get enough.

The evening was sweet; V returned you home and bid you good night. He didn’t expect a kiss or ask to go inside. He thanked you for spending the night with him and expressed how he would love to see you again.

You did see V again after that night. However your relationship continued at a slow pace as you wanted to be more comfortable before pursuing a romantic attachment. The two of you decided to collaborate and make a fundraising charity for women in need. You were so happy to have found someone who cares about the well being of others as much as you do. He truly did admire you vigor and drive to change the world. And before he knew it he felt that familiar feeling of warmth in his heart when he looked into your eyes. You and V were friends for an extremely long time. Not to his complete displeasure though. He got to know you for you which made him fall in love with you all the more. He loved how you could speak so fluently and varied, it was extremely helpful when he had clients from across the world. Also he did slightly get chills down his spine whenever you spoke in another language. Whenever you studied your STEM subjects and excitedly taught him the laws of science he would listen and watch you with rapture. Seeing you happy was like a drug to him. He supported your dream in studying with all his heart, and whenever you became stressed he would always cheer you on. He knew you were completely different from Rika. With Rika he had fallen in love so quickly, confused with pity and protection. But with you he didn’t feel as though he had rushed. On the contrary, you two had formed a friendship. You were his friend. His other half. But he needed to tell you, or else he might lose you to someone else.

After he built up the courage one day, he decided today would be the day he revealed his feelings for you. He called you but you didn’t answer. He waited and called you again but no answer. He became worried since you usually answered his calls checking if you had lunch. He decided to go to your apartment just to check if you were ok.

When he arrived he knocked at your door calmly. He waited patiently before he heard a shuffle a click. You stood in the doorway eyes red with tears huddled in a blanket as you murmured for him to come in.

V not wanting to force you into speaking simply sat beside you and gently rubbed your back as you quietly cried into a pillow. While you adored V, he was the last person you wanted to see you like this. You had been watching TV when you saw a weight loss advert. Before you knew it all those painful memories came flooding back to the forefront of your mind. Threatening to spill out and throw you back into the dark forests of your mind. Struggling to look V in the eyes, you decided to tell him of the past you had experienced, considering how honest he had been with his traumatic past with Rika. Maybe he could understand…help me feel whole again.

After you finally choked out the last of each painful detail, you finally built up the courage to look V in the eye.

He had his head bowed and his arms crossed pensively. You suddenly felt like you had made a mistake, what if he thinks I’m a freak?

“_______. Thank you for sharing this with me. I know it must have been hard. And I’m so sorry you’ve had to carry this for so long. I know I can’t erase what has been said in the past to you, or protect you from whatever is hurting you. But I want you to know this… You are the most beautiful, honest, loyal, and caring woman I have ever met. Some days all I can do is think about you. The way you smile, that radiant smile whenever you fight for what you believe in. Each day I’m with you I feel immeasurable amounts of happiness. And it saddens me to see you feel as though you aren’t the perfect woman I see in front of me.”

Using his free hand he gently tilted your head to place a soft kiss on your cheek, moist from the tears.

“Please don’t cry. I’m here for you. I will always be here for you.”

#v mysme #v mystic messenger #mystic messenger matchups #mysme matchups #anonnie

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deskgirl · 5 years ago

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Procrastinator life hack

Haven’t cleaned anything in a while? Haven’t dusted in months? It might be because you look at what needs to be done and tell yourself “If I do some of it, then I have to do all of it, and I have to do it right,” but you don’t have the time or energy for that. Who does? So it doesn’t get done.

Here’s the pattern I’ve seen work for myself:

Pick a small section of your space that you use a lot so it will make an obvious difference in your day to day life. I chose my nightstand.

Bonus points if the area you choose has items with designated places they go like your jewelry box or thread organizer. Already it’s easier. I had scrunchies that belong in a jar in my bathroom. Toss that stuff where it belongs.

Take everything else and just set it aside real quick and wipe down the area. Sweep, vacuum, dust, whatever. Take the time to do a nice job, but half-ass it if you need to. Picked your bathroom? Throw the towels in the laundry. Sweep. Mop if you want, but sweeping is enough to be visibly better. I dusted my table and the lamp. The lamp is black and the underside is open space I set things on. It’s so much better now that I’m not staring at dust I’ve just been tolerating for months.

That other stuff that you set aside: you can put it back now if you want. Maybe a little neater than before. Don’t feel like you have to do more with it. That’s okay. But maybe there’s better places for it now that you’re moving it around anyways. A while back, I got rid of a shoe bin I never touched and put a small shelf behind my door instead. I put piles of comics on it, my sewing box, tissues. On my nightstand, I’ve been holding on to little pads of paper for notes and scraps with kind-of-important info on them. There’s an empty spot on top of the shelf that’s perfect for that.

Okay! If you did that, you’re done, and it’s gonna feel really good. I’m proud of you!

But maybe now you’re on a bit of a roll, and you want to keep going.

Try taking that vacuum and hitting a few more places. Or maybe there’s other things around the room with places you could easily store them. Don’t worry about being thorough. Pick what you want. You don’t know how much more energy you have, so go for what stands out to you most. I took the duster around my room and just cleaned spaces as I felt like it. Spaces I’d been staring at a lot. Things that bothered me, but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything about it. Don’t be afraid to half-ass it! If you haven’t been cleaning at all, anything is better. Better that I ran the duster over my blinds and the obvious parts of my shelves rather than not doing it for months and months because the idea of doing the whole thing properly intimidated me too much.

Another suggestion. That space you want to clean: is it messy because maybe you’re using it for things you didn’t intend? The top of my dresser ended up covered in craft projects. I got rid of the radio I wasn’t using and turned the entire space into a crafting area and even shifted clothes to free up a drawer for sewing! And my nightstand. I have a place for jewelry, but my favorites always end up piled there for weeks or months. Well now that all those paper scraps and notepads are somewhere better, why not let that space under my lamp be for my favorite jewelry? If you’re not going to change your patterns and how you use your space, change your space to better suit your patterns.

Just pick one thing. One little thing. Don’t worry about the rest of it. If you get to it, you get to it, but any little bit will make you feel better about your space and yourself. <3

#procrastination #procrastinating #tips #cleaning

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seojvns · 6 years ago

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everything you didn’t care to know about seojun yoon.

basic statistics.

full name: seojun yoon.

nickname: jun, junnie, seo.

how'd they get it?: they’re just... variations of his name...

age: twenty one.

date of birth: april 27th.

zodiac: taurus.

gender: male.

sexual orientation: pansexual.

when did they realize this?: around the age he started being interested in people. it’s never been something he’s struggled with, it’s jus how things were/are.

nationality: american.

hometown: daejeon, south korea.

current residence: cortland, wisconsin.

occupation: freelance photographer.

for how long?: umm, probably since high school?? he started out doing it for free, to build his resume, and over time he began building it into something he could actually make money from. not much, but !! getting paid for doing something he loves?? really couldn’t ask for more than that.

do they like his/her job?: obvs!!! does he wish he could have a lot more clients?? ya, but he’s patient and he’s got the time.

salary: mm, depends on the job but probably anywhere from $150-250/job.

family.

any significant ancestors?: ummmm, no.

grandparents (describe relationship): he was really close to his grandmother, on his mom’s side, who passed away a few years ago. he’s close to his grandfather from that side too, but he’s a bit old fashioned in his views and sometimes conversations are... not really something he can take much from. but he likes his company, and overall they have a good relationship. his grandparents on his father’s side both died before he really got a chance to even know them.

aunts/uncles (describe relationship): there’s definitely a distance. when he was younger, he’d see more of them, and his cousins too, but as he grew up... it became less of a tradition his parents and his aunts/uncles bothered to keep up with. he sees them at family gatherings, usually around holidays, but that’s about it.

parents (describe relationship): there’s a lot of distance between him and his parents. his father’s always been distant, even at a young age he wasn’t very invested in seojun. but he’d buy him things, assuming that was a decent enough way to show his ‘love,’ but it only made seojun resentful of the money he tried to use in an attempt to get out of actually caring or showing interest. his mother, on the other hand, cared. but only when he was young. from the time he was adopted, at age five, until about eleven. after that she became more disinterested in him. she also started nitpicking him a lot?? like no snacks, finding a poem and critiquing it, etc. support wasn’t something he was given, which is why he’s become such a desperate lil people pleaser.

are they still together?: yes, yep.

what is the character's family life like: it was really lonely growing up, cause even if everyone was home they’d all be off doing their own things. usually seojun was in his room writing, or out exploring and taking photos. he probably would’ve found his way to his hobbies regardless, but their neglect definitely encouraged him to explore them in a way he might not have done much sooner.

what does their family love most about them?: hmm, probably his manners. he’s a good boy and he’d never embarrass them or anything when they drag him to events or parties, so, yeah!

hate?: they see him as too shy, and lacking of a personality, but really that’s just because they’ve kind of made him feel like he should just keep quiet and do what he’s told :/ and that’s exactly what he does.

does the family have a specific set of values?: his parents are very much the type of people who want everything to look perfect on the outside, and not care much about how they actually are on the inside.

what would their family be described like by another person?: reserved, well put together, successful.

have they ever had any pets?: he did! he had a dog, a samoyed, which he got from his parents for his seventh birthday. his name was ghost,, original, i know!

what happened to them?: he died a few years ago :/ it was a rly rough time for jun, who basically had him throughout his entire childhood.

relationships.

are they a virgin?: umm, nope.

how did they lose it?: i’m embarrassed just thinkin abt it.

have they ever cheated on a partner?: never would he ever!!!

has a partner ever cheated on them?: probably.

how did they react?: better question - did he ever find out? doubtful.

who was their first crush?: hard to say :/ he gets a new crush everyday :/

are they in any kind of romantic relationship?: no!!

how serious/relaxed is it?: hmph.

describe the relationship with their current partner: this is... pointless...

how did they meet?: why ask so many questions based on the POTENTIAL of him bein in a relationship...

who made the first move?: prob not seojun in any situation ... he’s not very bold

how does your character truly feel about their partner?: this.... is so redundant...

when did they realize this?: thank u, next!

who is your characters closest friend?: minnie uwu

how did they meet?: umm they’ve been bffs for as long as seojun can remember okay!!! so how they met is just one of those things he doesn’t... rly remember bc it feels like he’s known her his WHOLE entire life, u know??

why do they get along so well?: because they’re both cute and soft and they just vibe together well ok,, why question these things?? there’s been so many late nights up talking about anything n everything, so many heartbreaks that she’s been there for, so many adventures they’ve had n have yet to have... she’s his other half!!! <333

describe relationship with any other significant friends: adrian’s one of the most important ppl to him ?? like ever?? cause he’s jun’s best friend but also a lot more than that. even though they can’t seem to get things right, he’s always gonna have feels for adrian. kian......... gross where do i even begin!!!! seojun would literally die for kian. he’s more than his roomie ok seojun’s so disgustingly attached that no matter what kian did he’d never leave his side lmao #dedicated. jiwon is who seojun would be if he could choose his life sjfsfks she’s jus so,, uwu perfect n everything he aspires to be. he LUVS her even tho she can lowkey be a lil scary?? not in like a way that he’s legit scared but like... she can be intimidating a lil bit. rt if u agree

favorites.

favorite foods: sushi, korean fried chicken, fries.

least favorite food: black licorice, celery.

favorite colors: pale yellow and light pink.

least favorite color: whatever the fuck u call the color blue that tumblr chose for the new bg color fksdjfs

music: pop, r&b.

literature: mysteries!!

smell: honeysuckles, bonfires, fresh bread.

feeling: affection uwu

season: autumn.

pets: dogs, but... he loves cats too :/

place: hmm, he’s really drawn to the woods?? like when he was younger he’d go into the woods with his camera and a book and just spend all fucking day out there. there’s something really peaceful about it ?? and there’s just so much to experience... the woods jus make him soft, k??

favorite sport(s): huh

possession this character values most: his camera!!!!!!!! his journals filled with poems about everyone he knows.

why is it so important to them?: um, his camera is p obvious?? his poetry filled journals, well, that’s p obvious too. he doesn’t want to forget how he felt in the moments where he was inspired to write whatever he wrote.

physical characteristics.

height: 5′8′‘.

weight: 130 lbs.

body build: slim.

eye color: brown.

glasses or contact lenses?: contact lenses, but sometimes he’ll wear his glasses when he’s feelin’ lazy.

hair color: naturally it’s black, but he prob keeps it either light pink or blond.

scent: tbh idk what to answer for this, describing someone’s natural scent... hard.

voice: he’s got a soft voice :/

mannerisms: says ‘um’ and ‘uh’ too much, whining about nothing, watching anything/everything with subtitles, turns the tab on a soda can sideways.

style: comfy clothing mostly?? like loose fitting tops and form fitting bottoms.

how do they walk?: like a fucking model tbh???

what are their nervous tics: he’s blushing 99% of the time tbh,, nose scrunches, averting his gaze

usual body posture: umm, i’d say he’s got p good posture?? idk,,

preferred clothing.

underwear: boxer briefs babey!

shirts: loose!! t-shirts, flannels, hoodies. anything oversized.

pants: usually black jeans, like, 9 times out of 10.

skirts: nah.

jackets: more oversized shit.

shoes: prob jus black boots?

accessories: earrings, rings, make up. make up isn’t an accessory rly but i dunno where else to put that so yayuh that’s a thing.

formal wear: umm he’s a classic black suit kinda guy, prob w a bowtie, idk.

sleeping wear: t-shirts and boxer briefs,, do ppl ... actually have real pajamas? like in real life?

swimming wear: swim trunks ig?? weird question but ok.

intellectual/mental/personality attributes and attitudes.

did they go to school?: ya, duh.

where?: west bridge!!!

what did they learn?: he’s studying photography :-)

what were their grades like?: uh, they’re alright... could be better... he wants to do better but his focus is usually just... anywhere but where it should be. so he procrastinates, and turns in things late a lot, and still is trying to do better.

native language: korean.

do they know any other languages?: english.

how smart are they?: not... very... both book smart and street smart.

what is their strengths?: creativity, generosity, compassion.

weaknesses?: time management, insecurity, awareness.

character's short-term goals in life: don’t go to jail, pass all classes.

character's long-term goals in life: have a lil photography studio and live happily ever after uwu

how does your character see themselves?: umm, he’s self aware enough to know that he’s kind of sheepish?? he feels like he’s probably awkward in,, so many situations, rip, but he tries his best to not be too weird skfjs

how does your character believe they are perceived by others?: as a soft boy who wants to be everyone’s friend?? hopefully??

how self-confident is your character?: UM LOL NOT AT ALL

what makes their self-confidence waver?: everything,, he just never feels like he’s good enough?? prob because of his mom’s nitpicking, his parents’ lack of interest generally, and the fact that he just has a low self esteem overall.

what would embarrass your character the most?: being put on the spot about anything, having too much attention, falling for someone who doesn’t like him.

how does your character feel about love: he!! loves love!!! he rly thinks that there’s someone out there for everyone... maybe not in a ~soulmates~ sense, but he thinks that companionship is a big part of happiness.

about crime: he doesn’t commit crimes... often... but if he does it’s because he can be talked into almost anything.

people of a different sexuality?: loves everyone, thanks.

different nationality/race?: loves everyone, thanks.

how does your character show affection/love?: listening to them n remembering things they’re told, hand holding, doing literally anything they ask.

how does your character handle grief? not well. especially in the case of manon, which has left him with a terrible sleeping pattern and the heavy feeling of guilt.

what are they like when they cry?: prob like really dramatic,, like cry a lot while curled up in his bed under the covers kinda cry.

what can make them cry?: betrayal, loss, anxiousness, stress.

how does your character handle physical pain?: not well, he probably whines a lot and pouts even more.

emotional pain?: even worse. he’s so forgiving that even if someone hurt him emotionally, he’d forgive them, but he’d probably be lowkey sad (but in a self blame kind of way) about it for awhile.

is your character typically a leader or a follower?: big time follower.

what kind of energy level does your character typically display?: soft, upbeat,

describe their sense of humor: prob either lame or softly sarcastic.

hobbies: takin pics, writing poems, making playlists for people that’ll never hear them, watching shows instead of studying.

talents: ...takin pics, writing poems, making playlists for people that’ll never hear them...

extremely unskilled at: focusing! and sports.

if any, what musical instruments can they play?: piano :-)

emotional characteristics.

how does the character relate to others?: through soft interactions and deep conversations. he’s pretty honest and open, so if someone asks him something, or even just talks to him, chances are he’s being as open with them as he would be with his close friends.

how does the character deal with anger?: not well, but when he’s angry, he’s usually more upset than angry? and he wants to resolve things as quickly as possible, otherwise he’s stressed abt it until it’s fixed.

with sadness?: listens to sad music and cries in the shower. drama queen.

with conflict?: he’s always the first to apologize.

with change?: he’s actually pretty adaptable for the most part?? but if it were like a major change, maybe not as good.

with loss?: ummm, could be better!! probably gets a lil distant when he’s dealing with a loss.

what does your character want out of life?: happiness :/

what would your character like to change in his/her life?: the whole manon thing JFKLSF

what motivates your character?: his future, or at least the ideal future he has in mind for himself.

what frightens your character?: the fact that they could get caught for covering up a murder perhaps??? terrifying.

are they afraid of the dark?: ...yes, but he acts like he isn’t cause he’s embarrassed.

death?: not really?? like he doesn’t WANT to die or anything, but he’s not afraid of death.

what makes your character happy?: listening to good music, giving people things that make him think of them, the photo editing process.

sad?: being alone, the fact that his parents never care to check up on him, films where the main couple doesn’t end up together.

angry?: people being rude to his friends, being lied to, unnecessarily passive aggressive people.

aroused?: neck kisses, being called baby, someone who’s rly direct and just kind of... does what they want skjfsl

annoyed?: people who speak over other people.

guilty?: covering up a potential murder, turning things in late, lying.

is your character judgmental of others?: no. even if he doesn’t agree with their opinions/things they do he still tries to refrain from judgment.

is your character generous or stingy?: generous af.

is your character generally polite or rude?: polite!! angel boy.

optimistic or pessimistic?: optimistic.

introvert or extrovert?: lil bit of both??

daredevil or cautious?: cautious.

logical or emotional?: emotional lmao.

disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: he thinks he’s methodical and neat but he’s actually disorderly and messy.

would they rather be working or relaxing?: working, even though he thinks he’d rather be chillin he’s kind of terrible at doing nothing.

how do they feel about animals?: um... he loves them?? he’s the kind of person that’d accidentally let a raccoon in his house and let it stay.

what is their best quality?: his sincerity.

what is their biggest flaw?: how trusting he is.

#sjflskf what do i even tag this as #about.#u kno those myspace surveys ppl used to do #like in bulletin boards?#that's kinda what this felt like #v relaxing

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highfivecalum · 6 years ago

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Dad!Calum Part Five

It had been almost six months since you and Calum had met in Target thanks to his son. You were officially unofficial because Calum was still too scared to ask you to be his girlfriend. He was still scared that you would get annoyed by the fact that he had a son, so he was hesitant to make it official. And you understood even though you had told him dozens and dozens of times that you weren’t going to leave.

Calum even went as far as trying to break things off with you before the two of got too serious, but then he saw that you started to cry, and then he realized that you really meant it when you told him that you weren’t going anywhere. And he had finally started to believe it.

Rowan had started to get into the habit of calling you mama sometimes and at first it freaked Calum the fuck out but he had gotten used to it over the months. He still called you by your first name but sometimes it would just slip out and he would call you mama. You also freaked out a bit the first time he called you that but you played it cool; not wanting Calum to see that you were freaking out just as much as he was. One of you had to keep your cool.

You and Calum were laying in his bed, naked, after having some heated morning sex. Calum’s fingertips traced up and down your bare back and yours traced against his bare chest.

“It’s Ro’s birthday next week.” Calum spoke after a long period of silence.

“I know. He told me.” You informed Calum. “And he asked what I am going to get him.” You giggled.

“You don’t have to get him anything.”

“I know, but I want to.”

“My mom’s having a party for him on Saturday and she told me to bring you.”

“Really?”

You were surprised to hear that because the first time you met Calum’s mother she didn’t exactly welcome you with opened arms. She was skeptical of you and she was afraid that Calum and Rowan would get attached to you and then you would just leave them.

You were glad to hear that she wanted you to come, but you were afraid that she would be just as unwelcoming as before. You wanted to be there, though, for Calum and Rowan, so you knew you were going to go no matter if it meant getting mean mugged by his mother the whole time.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you?”

“Course I am, Cal.” You sat up and pecked his lips quickly. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. But I have to go now. I told Michael I would cover his shift for him.”

You got up and got dressed and fixed your makeup a bit before sliding your shoes on and kissing Calum’s lips once again.

“I’ll call you later.” Calum mumbled against your lips. You said goodbye to Rowan who was sitting on the couch watching Spongebob as always and then left for work.

You were always a procrastinator so you weren’t surprised that naturally you were rushing to Target to find a birthday present for Rowan on the way to Joy’s house for the birthday party.

You were in the toy section looking at the trains and the Avengers stuff and you smiled to yourself, thinking back to before. You were doing this same thing just a little less than six months ago; looking for a present for your nephews birthday when you met Rowan and Calum. And now you’re here, at the same Target, in the same isle, shopping for Rowan.

Words couldn’t describe how happy you were with the two boys in your life and you didn’t even want to imagine what your life would be like if you hadn’t ever met them. You wouldn’t be as happy and you wouldn’t have anything to look forward to. No matter how pathetic it sounded, Calum and Rowan made you happier than anybody else had, and you never wanted that to change.

You picked out the same present for Rowan that you did for your nephew since you were unoriginal and found a birthday bag and quickly checked out before getting into your car and driving to Calum’s parents house. You were nervous the whole time since Joy wasn’t that accepting of you already and now you were running late to the party. You hoped nobody would be mad at you for that or would even notice in the first place.

You didn’t bother knocking on the door since the party was already in full force and you figured Joy wouldn’t mind if you let yourself in. There was a table of presents and cards by the door so you set the bag down and adjusted your purse on your shoulder nervously before finding Calum.

“Y/N!” Mali waved you over with a smile and your nervousness faded away. You knew she liked you the first time you met so maybe she had talked some sense into her mother. “We were just talking about you!” She pulled you in for a hug and you laughed a little. “Cal’s in the kitchen with mom waiting for you.”

“Thanks,” you smiled and made your way into the kitchen to find Calum. He noticed your presence right away and his bored expression turned right into a smile.

“You’re here!” He happily kissed your lips and pulled you into a hug.

“Course I am. I told you I was coming.”

“Y/N!” Joy smiled genuinely when she saw you and you were surprised when she hugged you. “I’m so glad you came! Rowan has been talking my ear off about you. And so has Calum.” Joy winked her eye at the both of you and you giggled. “Oh! Y/N, I forgot to tell you-“

Joy was interrupted by Rowan running into the kitchen with Monkey in his small hands. “Mama! You’re here!”

You and Calum looked at each other with wide eyes and then to Joy whose eyes were just as wide as yours were, maybe even bigger. You knew that Joy would have something to say and your nerves were now back completely.

“Ro why don’t you go see Aunt Mali?” Calum pushed him lightly in the direction of the living room and Rowan happily skipped to his favorite aunt.

When Rowan was completely out of the kitchen Joy crossed her arms across her chest and looked at the two of you expectantly. “Mama? Care to explain?” Her tone was disproving and you hoped that Calum would do all of the talking.

“There’s really nothing to explain, mom.”

“Nothing to explain?” Joy laughed humorlessly and you knew this wasn’t going to go well. “Rowan is calling her mama and there’s nothing to explain?”

“He loves her and he wants a mother in his life. Y/N is the closest thing to that.”

“But she’s not his mother!” Joy exclaimed and you moved closer to Calum. You were uncomfortable and wanted this conversation to end. “And what if she decides this isn’t what she wants anymore? What about then? You and Rowan will both be heartbroken.”

“She’s not going to leave us, mother.”

“And how do you know that?”

It was your turn to speak up. You were annoyed that they were talking about you like you weren’t standing right there. “Because Rowan and Calum are the two most important people in my life.” You hesitated before saying the next thing, but you knew you had to just to get your point across. “And I love them.”

Calum’s eyes widened as he heard your words. Slowly but surely a huge smile graced his face and he took your face in his hands. “I love you, too, baby.”

Ignoring his mother completely, Calum smashed his lips against yours and you could feel all of his love for you. You kissed back with just as much love for him and for his son. Once your intense kiss ended you licked your lips and turned to Joy. You were nervous and she intimidated you, but you were going to make sure that she knew you weren’t just half assing this relationship. You were in it for the longhaul.

“I know you don’t trust me or believe me when I tell you that I’m serious about your son. And his son, but I am, and I really hope you learn to accept that. And accept me because I’m not going anywhere.”

Joy sighed but stayed silent and you hoped that was a good sign. She didn’t have anything else to say and you and Calum were both happy about that.

“I know you’re trying to look out for me and I appreciate it, but today is my sons birthday party and I want to enjoy it, so I’m not going to stand her and he ridiculed by you, mom.” Calum kissed her cheek before taking your hand and walking away from her.

Calum gave you a reassuring kiss on your cheek before plopping down on the couch and pulling you down with him. Rowan was in front of you on the floor playing with his small friends and you and Calum just sat there and watched him play with all the happiness in the world.

“You want to open presents now, Ro?” Calum asked after a while and Rowan’s eyes lit up.

“Presents! I love presents!”

Rowan opened present after present and Calum made him read the cards and say thank you to every individual person because he wanted his son to be as polite as possible. Calum was a great dad and that’s what you loved the most about him.

“I sleepy.” Rowan crawled onto his dads lap and nuzzled his head in his neck, his eyes fluttering and fighting to stay open. The party had died down and the only people left at the house were Calum’s parents, Mali, and the three of you on the couch.

“You ready to go home, bubs?” Calum asked as he ran his fingers through Rowan’s hair.

“Mhmmm.” Rowan mumbled sleepily against Calum’s skin and he stood up, lifting Rowan up with ease, and you followed suit.

You said your goodbyes and Calum told Joy that he would stop by tomorrow to get some leftover food and all of Rowan’s presents.

“Y/N? Can I talk to you?” Mali asked just as you were about to walk out of the front door. Calum looked at you nervously but you nodded your head to assure him it was okay. He kissed you quickly before taking Rowan outside to get him buckled in the car.

“Yeah?” You looked up at Mali expectantly. You were tired and didn’t want to get lectured by her and her mother today.

“I really like you and I trust that you love my brother and my nephew. I can see that you’re serious about them and I’m really happy that you are because Calum deserves it. I know my mom is being hard on you, but it’s just because she’s seem Calum get hurt before by girls that just leave him because of Rowan. Give her some time and I can assure you that she’ll end up loving you and trusting you just like Calum and I do. Okay?”

You were relieved that you weren’t being yelled at and just being reassured that you were trusted, but it was just hard to believe and accept it.

“Thank you, Mali. That means a lot.”

“Course. Take care of my boys.”

“Always.” You hugged her before leaving the Hood household and getting into Calum’s car.

The drive home was quiet since Rowan was asleep in his car seat in the back. You and Calum held hands as he drove the three of you back to his apartment. When you got back there Calum put Rowan to sleep in his bed and you changed out of your jeans and shirt into just a pair of underwear and one of Calum’s oversized t-shirts.

You slid into bed and waited for Calum to crawl into bed with you. After a few minutes Calum came into the room with nothing but a pair of sweatpants on you that you guessed he got out of his small laundry room.

He had a sleepy smile on his face as he climbed into bed and pulled your body flush into his. You both sighed happily and laid there just enjoying each other’s presence. You didn’t want to be anywhere else but there with Calum.

“You okay?” Calum whispered as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I’m perfect.”

“Do you really love me?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him. Why would you lie about that? You wondered.

“Of course I do, Cal.”

“Good. Because I love you.” Calum sighed happily. “Will you finally and officially be my girlfriend?”

You smiled widely and kissed his lips. They lingered for a while before you pulled apart and kissed again. And again. You wanted to tell him over and over again that you were staying. That you weren’t going to go anywhere.

“Yes, Cal, will be your girlfriend. And I’m not going anywhere. Ever. I promise.”

“You better not.” Calum mumbled against you lips before pulling your body even closer to his and holding you until the two of you fell asleep.

You were both exactly where you wanted to be. And neither of you were going anywhere.

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adrabbleofkpopcoffee · 7 years ago

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Hi, can I please get a create my day ship with BTS? Something along the lines of how he would realize his feelings/confess? Or if you’ve written a lot of things similar to those kind of ideas before, you could write something else if you have another idea that you’d like to write?

I’m 155 cm tall, have long straight dark hair and brown eyes. I’m usually dressed pretty casually in something like black skinny jeans and knitted shirts. I’m openminded, polite ,creative,softspoken,kind,friendly,introverted,calm & quiet(I can be pretty quiet even when I’m close to someone, but I also have days when I’m very talktaktive). At first I can seem cold/awkward because I’m shy/quiet/in my own world. I’ve been told that I seem like someone who has a responsible, calm, sweet and gentle personality. I’m pretty independent and value authenticity and dislike burdening people with my problems. I always try to be friendly but sometimes get slightly anxious in some social situations as I find it difficult to make conversation with new people (I try to hide that, though).Also, I’m kind of easily distracted and don’t always notice things in my surroundings. I like to paint (actually just art in general, like photography, etc),play piano (I’ve mostly played classical, though),travel,read,be w/friends,sleep,watch movies,listen to music & dance. I’m a major homebody but I do like going outside on adventures and I love travelling. I’m a huge procrastinator but I’m also pretty ambitious and perfectionistic so I’m often feeling like I’m not working hard enough whilst like… procrastinating, haha. I dislike inconsiderate and judgmental people who cannot/don’t care to put themselves in other people’s shoes. I really like skinship and cuddling but only when I’m close to someone. Thank you!

Namjoon from BTS would realize his feelings for you. I think Namjoon is someone who would really appreciate the shelter you would offer from all of his stresses and thoughts. It wouldn’t matter to him if you were reserved at first; he’d get to know you at an intellectual level, and then, as you both grew more comfortable, at an emotional level. As someone who values open mindedness, Joonie would constantly seek you out as a person he can discuss ideas and thoughts with whenever he needs to, even ones that don’t contain much weight. These conversations might even span hours, as you and he lapsed in and out of silence, simply content in each others’ presence. Sometimes your tendency to hold your problems to yourself would stress him out - he’d always want to be the Superman in your life - but Namjoon is also mature enough that I think he’d step back and let you come to him after making sure you knew he was always willing to listen. He’d be constantly amazed by your artistic abilities, and also be cheering you on whenever your procrastination got in the way. Namjoon would be pretty happy to do anything with you, be it staying at home and watching a movie or going on a hike or taking a few days off work to travel.

This is how the realization and confession would occur: The blast of AC is a breath of fresh air as you and Namjoon stumble into his apartment, retreating from the heat of the day. As much as you’d enjoyed driving to and from the mountains (or, more specifically, driving to the mountains and then protesting as Namjoon insisted on driving back) your car’s air conditioning had quit an hour outside the city on the way home. Given your already sweaty condition - hiking through a forest couldn’t exactly be called a relaxing activity - the sweltering car ride would have been unbearable if not for your travel companion. A soft smile curling across your lips, you glance at the man in question, just in time to see him go to unzip the backpack he’d brought on the trip - and jerk off the zipper in the process. The dismay on his face makes you laugh, and he sighs before setting the bag to the side. “I might be cursed,” he states matter-of-factly, and though you shake your head, Namjoon continues. “First my shoe this morning, then your car, and now this bag. And that on top of everything else I’ve broken.” A pause as he contemplates the zipper in his hand before he asks seriously, “Do you think curses could be real? Or are they just a product of peoples’ need for a higher power to be involved in their luck and misfortunes?” You snort softly, but it isn’t long before Namjoon drags you into a mild argument that must be happening for the sake of happening - you know Namjoon isn’t a firm believer in luck or anything like that. The plan had originally been to head home right after dropping Joonie off, but you find yourself curled up next to him on the couch, not quite touching. You’ve changed out of your hiking clothes into something a little more comfortable, jeans and a slightly oversize shirt, and you’re honestly not sure how much time’s passed. He’s put a movie on but neither of you are paying much attention, your words moving easily over the low volume of the TV. As you look at him, arching an eyebrow at the most recent speculation he’s throwing out, you try to ignore the gentle ache in your chest. It’s been growing for several months now, and it seems to get worse when you’re alone with him, almost to the point where it’s easier to just look away. So you do, drawing your legs to your chest and hugging your arms around them for comfort. You’ve already admitted to yourself that you like Namjoon, like him in a way that’s more than simple friendship, but you also know you’re not going to say anything. He’s incredibly busy with university; bringing another complication into his life wouldn’t be fair, to say the least. At least you do get to hang out with him quite a lot, you remind yourself with a sigh.

His eyes are fixed on your face, and Namjoon can only be relieved that you don’t notice his staring. He’s had many occasions to appreciate the fact that small details tend to pass you by - mainly when he’s dropped or fumbled with something and you’ve made no comment - but today he’s especially grateful. This is the first time you’ve spent so long together alone - getting close to the whole day now - and each passing hour has just made him feel more and more… well, more. He has thousands of words in his vocabulary, and yet as the conversation trails to the most recent book you’ve read, your face morphing into a quietly excited smile, he can’t find one that quite fits the feeling in his chest. It’s fondness, definitely, but how can fondness walk hand-in-hand with panic and a strange, thrumming sort of tension? The sensation has only grown since the first time you met in the university’s music room, and frankly Namjoon is a little reluctant to put a name to it. You’re so composed, so self-reliant, it’s a little intimidating to put that feeling into a thought that involves you and, well - him. After a moment he shifts, barely holding back a sigh, and runs his finger over his lip in one nervous motion. Which is a mistake, because it makes him think about your lips, and everything involved with that, and abruptly, like a surge of electricity that’s short-circuited his brain, Namjoon realizes what he’s doing. Overthinking. He’s overthinking this so damn much. You’re sweet and kind and he doesn’t want to put you on the spot, and he doesn’t want to put himself on the spot, and God knows he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but - But you’re sweet, and smart, and so, so comfortable to be with, and he really doesn’t want to keep pushing that fact away. His sudden throat clearing has you pausing, eyes drifting uncertainly towards him, and Namjoon flushes in embarrassment with the realization that he’s interrupted you. Well. Too late now. His hand finds his head, fingers running in quick, calming strokes through his hair, and as you ask him if something’s wrong, Namjoon takes a deep breath. And he let’s it out, and he let’s out his feelings, too. “I’m - today’s been awesome, Y/N. I mean, that’s no surprise, since it’s been a whole day with you.” He laughs, awkward and sheepish with the complement, and the ache in your chest becomes sharper. Sharper, that is, until he hurries on. “Seriously though, Y/N, right now, just, I really don’t want today to end. Because, you know, I’ve read a lot of stuff about - about liking someone, about love, but I don’t think anyone’s really done it justice, just - just based on how I feel right now. And even if they have, I kind of want to experience it for myself, because that’s the truest way to understand something, and… well, I think I already understand, a little, but I want to understand more. If that makes sense at all,” he finishes in a great rush, and laughs again, self-deprecating. For a long moment that stretches thin and soft, like beams of sunlight across the floor, you stare at him and find no words to say. Because you do understand, the flood of words made perfect sense to you, and you’re a little scared to say anything at all, anything that might be selfish or hurtful or just wrong. And when you realize you’re smiling, and Namjoon is smiling despite your silence, you can’t help but love how much he understands, too. Gently Namjoon reaches out, takes your hand shyly in his own. “What I’m saying, Y/N, is that I like you. A lot. And I hope you like me, too.” And suddenly those simple words crash against you, exactly enough, and with a soft, slightly awkward, slightly bewildered - but entirely thrilled laugh - you shift so that you’re leaning into his warm side, and that’s all you need to say.

**Ahh, this request was so cute! I’ve actually never written a confession create my day, so I was really happy to do it. I hope you enjoyed it, that you liked the ship and the scenario itself, too! I was caught between a few ideas, but I’m hoping the softness of this one was okay. Thanks so much for requesting!**

~Admin Day

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