#and there was brushing of hands together while playing card games with both of them

[be-a-cute-scientist]

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[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “I’m all for platonic intimacy but this…?”

the subtext of romance is really peeking through 🗡️ friends to lovers scenarios

Person A going to person B’s house to watch a movie but getting looped into playing drunk card games with B and their parents

Working out together and A insisting on spotting B and adjusting their form

B playfully poking A in public and promptly getting tackled

B patting A’s cheek only to accidentally linger as they notice how the light catches in A’s eyes (A is DESPERATELY trying to not blush)

“Here’s the garage code.” “… Why am I receiving this information?” “You’re already over here a lot. My parents think it’s better than a key.”

Forced close proximity at a LAN party because there’s not much room at the table (and A’s arm keeps brushing against B’s, messing up their aim, but if anything the space between them decreases as the night goes on)

The “Oh, is B coming too?” to “A kidnapped me to come here and hang out” pipeline

Going from quick and funny head scratches to absentmindedly stroking/detangling their hair while chatting with friends

“Do I smell okay?” “You smell normal.” “Which is…?” “Like lilac and gooseberry.”

A melting into B’s hug after a long and stressful week

B helping A deal with a major headache by rubbing/scratching their back

A heating up B’s ears with their hands because B forgot ear muffs in winter

“My mom thinks you’re really pretty/handsome.” “My mom thinks you look like Adonis/Aphrodite.” “Can you ever take a compliment?”

Candid pictures give away the softness in B’s eyes when they look at A goofing around

B not minding when A gives them a long hug in public, even though they aren’t big on PDA in general

B drawing a shitpost and sending it to A, A setting it as their lockscreen, and months later B realizes that A still hasn’t changed it

B’s family automatically assuming that A might join for any family function and making A’s favorite dish accordingly

“I have to go into the office this week. Can I crash at your place since it’s closer?”

Hanging out for hours —> “I don’t want you to drive home this late.” —> waking up in each other’s arms because they both refused to let the other sleep on the floor/couch

“My clothes reek of you.” “You could’ve just told me to take a shower.”

[writteninkat]

Late Night Sparring | Bakugou x Reader

synopsis: To prove a point, you decide to invite Hero Dynamight to a late night spar. He kept running his mouth about how you're easy to beat, so you decide to let him put his money where his mouth is at. Plot twist? You've decided you're going to win this game. By all means possible.

w/c: 2.2k

warnings: smut, not proofread!!! & just katsuki being turned into a moany, whiny lil bitch

a/n: i remembered that trend where the girlies wore spiderman costumes n i thought it was hot

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An explosion manifests right by your face, your countless hero trainings allowing you to dodge it just in time. "Eat shit!" Katsuki yells, right above you.

You quickly push yourself off the ground, using your quirk to manifest a Katana, it's blade glowing red. You jump from the spot just in time as the blond reaches it.

"Why do you keep talking crap about me, Dynamight? I haven't done shit to you!" You yell, slashing diagonally towards him, the red striped energy moving towards him in light speed.

Being one of the best heroes out there, he easily dodges your attack. "What's wrong with calling the weak, weak?" He smirks, angling his hand so his palm is pointed directly at you. "Without thay stupid blade of yours, you're nothing!"

You watch his palm glow orange.

Gritting your molars, you squeeze the handle of your katana before letting go. Everything seems to happen in slow motion—your blade falls from your grasp, Katsuki's eyes following its movements as his explosion continues to manifest in his palm, you leaping towards him, your steps fast as you reach him before he can blink.

You grab onto his palm, using your mana to overpower his. Before any of you can react, an explosion so powerful occurs between both of your palms, sending the both of you flying in opposite directions.

As you squint through the cloud of dust, Katsuki has already positioned himself behind you, leaping as he takes your wrists, placing them above your head as he pushes you to the ground.

"Like I said." Katsuki chuckles, a menacing smile stretched across his face. "Eat shit."

Your chest presses against the ground as you try to catch your breath. You turn your head to the side, glaring the the blond.

Something shifts in the hero's gaze. His usually bright and piercing eyes have darkened. His cheeks flushing as his brows furrow—he seems confused.

"What did I ever do to you?" You spit, trying to get him to let go of your wrists, but to no avail.

Katsuki growls, leaning down at you. You freeze as you feel his nose tickling the shell of your ear. "Strawberries." He mutters, going lower to the crook of your neck. His lips brush against your sensitive skin, causing you to shiver. "You smell like strawberries."

Then, he does something you never expected him to do.

He licks you.

"Taste like 'em too."

Your face is hot—fuck it, your entire body is hot and your core is pulsing.

If I play my cards correctly right now, I may just win this spar.

"Yeah?" You smile, "My bodywash is strawberries and cream scented." You lift your head up, trying to move your lips as close to his ear as you can. "And my feminine wash is entirely different." Katsuki freezes. "Want a taste?"

You can feel your heart about to burst out of your chest in worry. This plan may work, but given how the foul-mouthed hero talks about you, there's a greater chance of it exploding in your face.

You swallow nervously, about to laugh awkwardly and take it all back in the form of a joke, but you feel something behind you. Something hard is prodding against your cheeks and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to understand what it is.

"You've been pissing me off since the day you were announced as a hero." He grits, one hand still keeping your wrists together while the other explores your shoulder, down the side of your torso, stopping at your waist.

"Trotting around in the skin-tight suit." He grips on your suit, scrunching it. "You wanna know why you piss me off so much?"

You hold your breath, the anticipation incredibly thick in the air.

"You show off this body made for sin, when it's supposed to be mine." He slowly pulls on your suit, the stretchable material an inch away from giving up. "And you look at me with this stupid look. As if telling me I can't do shit about it."

A ripping sound echoes throught the arena the two of you have rented for the night. "You're supposed to be mine." He inserts his hand through the hole he's made on the side of your suit, his fingers snaking their way down the lower part of your stomach.

"Dynamight-"

Katsuki tuts, "I know what you call me in your head." He whispers, lightning bolts striking down your spine.

"K-Katsuki." His fingers press on your clit, a moan blossoming from your chest.

"That's it. Say my name again." Katsuki sucks on the side of your neck as you continue to moan out his name. His fingers steadily draw lazy circles around your clit, making your thighs squeeze together and your hips move on their own.

I can't be the only one about to break apart right now.

You push your hips back, grinding your ass against the hard tent in his pants.

Fuck that's big.

You gasp for air, convinced the blond's fingers have their own quirk to make women fall on their knees and call him daddy.

"If I had know you'd be this much of a slut for me," Katsuki pulls away, making you whine for more. "I should have done this at the gala."

Out of breath, you try to look at him the best you can.

"What...What gala?"

Katsuki lets go of your wrists, spinning you around as he parts your thighs. He raises a brow, doubtful that you've forgotten such an important event.

"The heros gala." He explains, pissed it isn't the first thing that comes to your mind.

You furrow your brows in confusion, as his furrows in annoyance. He presses his thumb against your center and the tension on your face melts away as you throw your head back.

"You were walkin' around with a tight ass dress. It's fuckin' slit reached yer hip, baby." He pinches on your suit, pulling it swiftly. That area gives away almost immediately. Despite this suit being made to withstand extreme environments due to your job, it's like paper to Katsuki.

You'll have to talk to your developer about this.

"You were basically beggin' to be fucked." He moves his hand towards your mouth, forcefully pushing his fingers in between your lips, playing with your tongue.

"Mmmf mmmf! Mmm-mmmmhhmm!"

Katsuki raises a brow, chuckling at how incredibly pathetic you look right now. He pulls his hand away, giving you the chance to speak.

"I said-" You gasp, "No-no need... To get it wet."

Katsuki's expression drops to stone as his gaze drop to your cunt. Slowly, he presses his fingers against your folds, growling at the wet, slimy feeling.

Kaysuki's lips stretches into a smile, his fingers making quick work at undoing his belt. "Then that means there'll be no need for prep, huh?"

Before you could get any word out of your mouth, Katsuki pushes his cock inside you, his girth making it hard for you to breath. Your hands reach his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you try to quickly adjust for him.

"'Can feel your cunt making room for me. You like my dick that much?" He taunts, his hips flexing.

He pulls your hips up, your upper back and head dragging against the ground as Katsuki takes you right then and there. Your tits move with every thrust he makes, and the tip of his cock brushing against such a sensitive area inside you, you can't help but whimper and whine in pleasure.

"Yeah that's right. Fuckin' come for me, slut." His fingers make contact with your clit, massaging it roughly. Your orgasm is being forced out of you much quickly than you determined.

Fuck, he feels so good.

If you cum now, does that mean you lose?

You look up at his vermilion orbs, he looks as though he's trying to hold back himself. You smile cockily, pissing him off. In retaliation, Katsuki pinches your clit, immediately pushing you over the edge.

"Fuck!" You cry out, waves upon waves of your orgasm crashing over you as your body shakes in pleasure. "Katsuki!" You breathe out, feeling him pump once, twice- warmth fills you from within as he lets out a deep breath.

"Fuck." Katsuki pulls out, watching his load leak out of you. "Hope you're on the pill, cause I'll be fucking this pussy every night before bed from now on."

You glare at him, lifiting the upper half of upur body up by your elbows. "Whatever happened to me pissing you the fuck off?"

"People will know you're mine." He eyes at something on the side of your neck, making you reach for it. As your fingers make contact, pain immediately shoots from the spot. "And they'll know not to fuck with you."

He looks at you one last time, his hair sticking to his forehead, his cheeks and ears flushed, his gaze carries such a heavy expression—the same kind one has when they're looking at beatiful artwork.

"Congrats on proving me right, once again." He smiles, leaning in to you, probably to rub it in. But that's a mistake he'll come to regret in a few moments.

You grab him by the neck, hooking your leg with his and at the same time, your leg pulls on his as you push his shoulder back, quickly switching your positions.

"Fuck no." You spit, lifting yourself, you line your cunt to his dick.

"Wait, not yet-" He starts but immediately swallows his words as your walls swallow him like dinner. You lift yourself up once again, before slamming back down.

"Fuck! Y/n! Hold on a sec-!"

You don't listen, and you don't stop. Your hips move with vigour as you plant your hands on his chest, trying to keep your balance.

Katsuki moans loudly from underneath you, his cheeks coloured deep red as his eyes roll back. "Fuck! Fuck!" He cries, gripping on your hips but you flick his hands away, your hips moving even faster.

"Wait! Fuck!" Are the last words that leave his lips before you feel his body tremble beneath you. Familiar hot liquid fills you once more, the corners of your lips twitching into a smile.

Beneath you, Katsuki is a trembling, babbling mess.

"Tell me who won between us?" You taunt, moving forward to press light kisses against his jaw.

"M-Me! Fuck you, I win!" He seems to have gathered himself enough to return to glaring at you.

We can fix that.

You move your hips in circles, grounding yourself on him, making sure your clit brushes against his bush. "Wrong." You mutter in his ear as his hands return to your hips, gripping on them.

"Y/n! Y/n please-!"

"Tell me the right answer, Katsuki. Or I'll have you cumming again and again."

You grind your hips against him, smiling at the sight of this grown man, such a strong hero, falling apart beneath you.

"Who won?"

"You! You! Fuck!" He cries, his fingernails digging into your skin and his palms heating with every second it's in contact with you.

You bite down on your lower lip, the pain bringing out a different kind of pleasure as you continue rocking your hips. Your fingers play with your overstimulated cunt, your head thrown back as the orgasm makes itself known.

"Hold on, Y/n! This bad! This is very- fuck! Aah! Aaaah!" Katsuki's babbles fill the arena as he cums inside you, his dick twitching and body trembling.

Your orgasm takes you for a moment, you begin to mistake heaven for the blond hero's cock. A smile is stretched across your lips as it subsides—but Katsuki continues cumming. Even as his load drips out, you can still feel him releasing.

You start to lift yourself off, but his palms keep you right where you are.

"You fucking did this to me." He glares, "You stay put and let me f-finish."

You smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his lips. Katsuki grabs onto the back of your head, pulling you towards him as he takes your mouth like a man starved. This has your core pulsing once more, squeezing him.

"Fuck!" He yells out, making you chuckle.

"Your fault."

Your jaw falls at the headline of the news post you're reading. 'Hero Dynamight and Hero Red caught canoodling in the Hero Arena last night!'

You turn to the side, debating whether or not you should ruin the blond's entire day by letting him read this. The two of you opted to take the nearest apartment from the arena—which was his.

Just as you're about to put your phone away, his voice makes you jump. "Canoodling? Which idiot wrote this?" He squints, taking the phone from your hand as he inspects the picture. In it was the both of you, the part when it was Katsuki on top of you. Your suit wasn't ripped yet and if you disregard the headline, it just looks like a hero has the other pinned down.

"Kirishima that fuckass." He sneers, making you grab your phone.

"How'd you know?!"

Katsuki simply points at the lower corner where you can see a red spike. At the same time, his phone vibrates in the night stand. He grabs and opens it to see Eijirou has sent him a selfie and in the upper right corner, was the both of you.

The picture came with a message.

"Had fun canoodling?"

You press your lips together, attempting to stop a laugh as Katsuki's phone screen cracks from the pressure his hand is giving.

"He's dead."

[bangchansdirty-slut]

Are you still taking request right now? I loved reading the half sisters one. So, I'm hoping if you can write another G!P! Yeji x Fem Reader.

Like both of the reader's group and ITZY have been friends, everyone is aware of Yeji's feelings for the reader—who's oblivious—but they are getting impatient when she'll make a move so they decided to use Chaeryeong to make her jealous while they are drinking. She's drunk and jealous then she made her move, owning the reader in her room.

Jealous Girl

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Paring: Top!G!P!Yeji x Bttm!Reader

Genre: smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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In the bustling heart of Seoul, Yeji navigated the crowded streets with a quiet determination. Her brown hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, showcasing sharp, piercing eyes that could cut through the dense urban sprawl. Despite the sound of the city, Yeji remained unfazed, her gaze focused on the horizon where the neon lights danced with the setting sun. She was known for her unshakeable poise and talent, which earned her a place in the popular K-pop girl group, ITZY. But tonight, Yeji's thoughts weren't on the next chart-topping hit or the flash of paparazzi cameras. They were on someone else entirely—Y/n, her best friend and fellow idol from another group.

Yeji and Y/n had been inseparable since their early trainee days, sharing laughter, tears, and secrets that only the closest of friends could understand. They had seen each other at their best and their worst, through the glitz and glamour of the industry, and the darker moments that lurked behind the scenes. The bond between them was unbreakable, or so Yeji thought. But lately, Yeji had been harboring a secret that even she hadn't fully come to terms with—a fierce, all-consuming love for Y/n that she didn't know how to express. It was a love that made her heart race and her palms sweat every time they were close, a love that was as much a part of her as the beat of her favorite songs.

The air grew thick with anticipation as Yeji approached the sleek, modern building that housed ITZY's dorm. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and nerves. Tonight, the plan was simple—a casual gathering with their closest friends to unwind and catch up. But Yeji had something else in mind. For too long, she had watched Y/n from the sidelines, her feelings a silent crescendo threatening to burst forth. Her bandmates had noticed the tension, the way Yeji's eyes would follow Y/n, the way she would light up when their hands brushed together. They had decided it was time for a little nudge in the right direction.

As Yeji entered the dorm, she found the others already there, chattering and laughing. The room was alive with the scent of freshly applied makeup and the sweetness of bubble tea. Chaeryeong, one of Yeji's members, winked at her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. They had all agreed to help Yeji tonight, to orchestrate a situation that would force the issue out into the open. The stage was set, the lights dimmed, and the music was playing just right—it was showtime.

Yeji took a deep breath and searched the room for Y/n. She found her lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone with a gentle smile playing on her lips. Yeji's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, the girl who had unwittingly become the muse for so many of her late-night thoughts. Tonight, she was going to lay her cards on the table and hope that Y/n felt the same way. But first, she needed a little liquid courage. Grabbing a bottle of soju from the counter, she poured herself a shot and knocked it back, the fiery liquid burning a path down her throat and into her belly. The room grew louder as the alcohol began to take effect, loosening the knots of anxiety that had been twisting inside her.

The game of spicy truth or dare began, a playful banter filling the air as the group took turns revealing their most intimate secrets and performing outrageous dares. Yeji watched as Y/n's cheeks flushed with every risque question, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She was so beautiful, so untouchable, and Yeji's desire grew with every shared glance. Chaeryeong, ever the mastermind, suggested a twist to the game—each truth would have to be more daring than the last, each dare more intimate. The room buzzed with excitement and the occasional squeal of embarrassment.

As the night progressed, the drinks flowed freely, and the atmosphere grew hotter. The tension between Yeji and Y/n was palpable, their friends' glances darting between them like a tennis match. Chaeryeong, noticing Yeji's growing frustration, decided it was time to up the ante. She leaned in close to Y/n, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle and blush. Then she turned to the group with a mischievous grin.

"Truth or dare, Chaeryeong?" Yuna, another one of Yeji's member's, asked, her voice teasing.

"Dare," Chaeryeong replied, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"I dare you to kiss the person she thinks is the most attractive in the room," Yuna announced.

The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Chaeryeong. Chaeryeong's gaze searched the room, a playful smirk on her lips as she feigned indecision.Chaeryeong's eyes finally locked onto Y/n, and Yeji felt a jolt of jealousy shoot through her. She had to do something before it was too late. Chaeryeong sauntered over to Y/n, who looked surprised but not displeased. As their lips met, Yeji felt her heart drop to the floor, a cold, hard knot forming in her stomach.

The kiss was chaste, but the implication was clear—Chaeryeong had chosen Y/n to make Yeji jealous. And it was working. Yeji's hand tightened around her bottle of soju, the cool glass offering little comfort. She couldn't take it anymore. She had to make a move, or she would lose Y/n to the fog of oblivion forever.

With a newfound determination, Yeji stumbled over to the couch, her legs feeling like jelly. She plopped down next to Y/n, the cushions groaning under her weight. The room spun slightly, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the warmth of Y/n's body so close to hers. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she could feel the heat radiating from the other girl's skin.

"Hey," Yeji slurred, her voice thick with nerves and alcohol. "I've got something to tell you in private."

Y/n looked at her, the surprise in her eyes fading into concern. She took Yeji's hand and gently led her into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. The music and laughter grew muffled, leaving only the sound of their hearts beating in the quiet space. Yeji's eyes searched Y/n's face, looking for any clue that she had noticed the tension. But Y/n's expression remained open, her curiosity piqued but oblivious to the storm raging within Yeji.

"What's up?" Y/n asked, her voice soft and soothing. Yeji pinned her behind the door, the room spinning a little more than she'd anticipated. She looked into Y/n's eyes, searching for the words that had been trapped in her heart for so long. But the alcohol had other plans. Instead of a confession, she leaned in, capturing Y/n's mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss.

Y/n stiffened for a moment, shocked by the sudden turn of events. But Yeji's urgency was infectious, and she felt her own body responding, her heart racing and her breath hitching. Yeji's hands roamed over her body, clumsy but earnest, and Y/n found herself kissing back, curiosity giving way to passion. They stumbled towards the bed, the haze of their intoxication mixing with the electricity that had always hummed between them.

Their kisses grew deeper, Yeji's tongue exploring the softness of Y/n's mouth as her hands found the hem of her shirt. She tugged it up, her eyes dark with desire as she revealed Y/n's smooth, bare stomach. Yeji's own shirt was already gone, discarded in the heat of the moment. Their bare skin touched, sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Y/n's mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift in their friendship. But the warmth of Yeji's touch and the way she was looking at her made it impossible to resist.

Yeji's hand slid down to the waistband of Y/n's pants, and she paused, her breath hot against Y/n's neck. "Is this okay?" she murmured, her voice thick with need. Y/n nodded, her pulse pounding in her ears. She had never felt this way before, but she didn't want it to stop. Yeji's fingers deftly unbuttoned the pants, sliding them down to reveal Y/n's panties. The sight of her best friend's bare skin made Yeji's head spin, but she was too far gone to care.

They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and fabric. Yeji's hand slipped under the fabric of Y/n's underwear, her fingertips grazing the soft mound of her sex. Y/n gasped, her body responding to the unfamiliar sensation. Yeji's eyes widened, and she whispered an apology, but Y/n's hand shot out to cover hers, urging her to continue. The room was a whirlwind of sensation—the coolness of the sheets, the heat of their bodies, the scent of sweet perfume mingling with the faint tang of sweat.

Y/n's breath grew shallow as Yeji's touch grew bolder. Yeji's thumb circled her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her core. She had never been touched like this before, never felt this way with anyone, not even herself. Yeji's kisses grew more insistent, her other hand cupping Y/n's breast, her thumb flicking the hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. Y/n arched into the touch, her body begging for more.

But Yeji had a surprise in store for Y/n. As she slid her hand away from Y/n's panties, she whispered, "I need you to sit pretty." She reached down and unbuckled her own pants, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. She pushed them down, revealing a fully erect penis that stood proudly between her legs.

Y/n's eyes widened in shock, but the surprise was quickly replaced with curiosity and arousal. She had never seen anything like it before, but it was Yeji, and she trusted her implicitly. Y/n bit her lip, watching as Yeji stroked her length, the veins pulsing under her touch. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the occasional giggle as Yeji's drunkenness made her movements slightly awkward.

Yeji leaned back, her eyes never leaving Y/n's face as she pulled down her boxers, revealing her true self. The sight of her best friend's cock made Y/n's head spin, but she found herself leaning closer, her body drawn to it like a magnet. Yeji positioned herself between Y/n's legs, her cock nudging against the wetness of her pussy. Y/n felt a thrill run through her, a mix of excitement and fear as she realized what was about to happen.

"You're so beautiful," Yeji murmured, her voice thick with lust. She kissed Y/n again, deep and slow, as she lined herself up. With one hand, she guided her cock to Y/n's entrance, the tip brushing against the slick folds. Y/n's breath hitched as Yeji pushed in, the sensation foreign but not unwelcome. Yeji's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of pain or discomfort. But all she saw was want.

Yeji's movements were gentle at first, her hips rocking slowly as she pushed deeper into Y/n's tight embrace. Y/n's nails dug into the bed, her body adjusting to the new sensation. Yeji's cock filled her up in a way she hadn't anticipated. The initial shock gave way to pleasure, and she found herself moaning into Yeji's mouth, her body moving in time with hers.

Yeji took her time, savoring every moment of their union. She had dreamed of this for so long, and now it was happening. She felt Y/n's walls tighten around her, the wetness of her pussy making it easier to slide in and out. The sounds of their bodies slapping together were muffled by the kisses they shared, the room spinning with desire and the scent of their arousal. Yeji's hand found its way to Y/n's clit again, her thumb rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles as she picked up the pace.

"Your'e mine okay? No one else's," Yeji growled possessively, her movements becoming more urgent as she claimed Y/n with every thrust.

"M' yours Ye-ah~ji, always," Y/n moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as Yeji's thumb worked its magic. Yeji's grip on her hip tightened, her strokes growing faster and deeper. Y/n's body responded in kind, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her moans growing louder. The room was a symphony of their passion, the only music the slap of skin and the wet, needy sounds of their lovemaking.

Yeji felt a pressure building within her, a coil of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the sheer intensity of the moment, but she had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. She broke the kiss, panting heavily as she watched Y/n's face contort in ecstasy. The sight was too much, and she felt herself on the brink of release.

"I'm gonna come," Yeji warned, her voice hoarse. "Gonna take all my cum, like a good girl."

Y/n nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. Yeji could see the desire in them, the want, the need. It was all she needed to let go. With a final, powerful thrust, Yeji came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Y/n squirted around her, her body pulsing in rhythm with Yeji's release. The two of them lay there, panting and trembling, their hearts racing in unison.

Yeji pulled out, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she watched the evidence of their love spill out of Y/n. She collapsed beside her, both of them sweaty and disheveled. They lay in silence for a moment, the only sound their ragged breaths. Then, Y/n spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeji… that was amazing" Y/n said, still trying to catch her. breath. Her voice was filled with wonder and a hint of disbelief at the intense intimacy they had just shared. Yeji rolled onto her side, her hand tracing lazy patterns on Y/n's stomach. She felt a warmth spread through her, a warmth that was not just from the alcohol.

"You liked it?" Yeji asked, her voice tinged with hope and insecurity. Y/n nodded, her cheeks still flushed from the exertion. She reached out to cup Yeji's face, pulling her in for a gentle kiss. "I liked it a lot," she murmured, her eyes shining sincerely.

[citysweet]

— relationship head cannons (?) + plot

ෆ idol!chan x idol!fem reader

ෆ tw: none

ෆ wc: 1k+

| meeting

you met by mcing together, specifically around your debut so you're kinda nervy but excited nonetheless. especially since you're working with someone so attractive?? 

he's so sweet when he notices how you fiddle with your hands, twisting the rings on your fingers. “you’ll do good, yeah? don't be nervous.” 

one of y'all's first shows and everyone already loves it. chanyn trending everywhere, cute pictures of yall in your color coded outfits 

and with both your groups having comebacks, you're both getting teased endlessly. but it's only the beginning so you brush it off.

| crushing

then once you two become comfortable around one another, the skinship comes easy to you two. from leaning on one another to adjusting each other's jewelry/clothes (which is all seen on the bts of music show). but that's all it was, friendly, co-workish touching. at least that's what you started telling yourself when butterflies filled your stomach every time he walked into the dressing room. 

the camera the staff had given you captured all the games you played together while waiting for your schedule to start. the rock paper scissors, the hot hands and how you’d both lean into one another laughing. the way neither of you would let go right away. you two sharing whatever snacks and drinks you brought along for the long hours. ‘it’s just a crush that’ll go away.’ 

which leads to your crush only growing. minutes before you’re set to go on stage to declare this week's winner, you feel his hands rest on your shoulders. he stands behind you, leaning in towards your ear so you could hear him over the music playing. his breath on your skin sends a shiver up your spine and you straighten out your back. “who has your vote?” 

suddenly everything he does makes you feel a certain way. you force yourself to ignore it, caught up in thinking there's no chance he’d like you back. that god forsaken smile of his really did it, you’d catch yourself looking to make him laugh just to see his pretty dimples form. you always looked away once he’d look back, missing the way his eyes fill with admiration at the mere sight of you. 

“what?”, you ask the first time you notice his eyes on you. he flushes pink, looking away and shaking his head. he clears his throat, tweaking with his mic. “nothing.” the first person to pick up on your little crush is your manager (who you’re quite close with). you shrug it off, still stubbornly denying it. and not to your knowledge, chan was also dodging every attempt to talk about you from his members. 

| realization

it really starts to set in for you both when you reach your last show together. its comeback season again for your group and you sit with your members in the dressing room after winning. a knock on the door silences the conversation and someone gets up to open it. on the other side stands chan with a bouquet of flowers along with your name written on a card hidden between the stems. all the eyes turn to you and you quickly move to stand outside the room with him. he nervously hands the flowers to you. your fingers brush against his and your eyes lock. 

you then remember what you had gotten him and quickly turn around, opening the door and picking up the bag with a small cake inside. chan hesitates when you stick out your hand, insisting you shouldn’t have gotten him anything. your hand reaches for his wrist, placing the bag into his grip. your touch sends a sheen of heat across his body. you two bid your goodbyes when his group comes prancing down the hallway. you wave to them, thanking chan for the flowers again before slipping back into the room. 

| communicating

since then, the fact that chan didn’t go any farther had been eating him up. it had been nearly a month since he’d seen you, unsure if you even read the heartfelt note he left. not necessarily a confession of any kind, but him sharing how happy he was to have worked with you specifically. which you had read it, more than once actually. however, in all the time he spent with you, numbers were never exchanged. and with such little free time, the only chance you had to mention it was on live. 

“ah! i just remembered,” you say before jumping up and grabbing the vase containing the somewhat healthy flowers off your desk. you pull them into frame, taking out the card. “channie gifted me some flowers on our last day and he left me a card..” 

“they’re kind of dying now,” you laugh softly, “but i never got to thank him for the card. its funny cause we worked together for so long, but we never exchanged numbers.” you flip open the card for the nth time in the last month, smiling when your eyes scan over the words. 

“so channie if you see this, thank you. it was very sweet.” you say looking into the camera before folding up the card and tucking it back into the vase. “ ‘he’s so nice.’ ”, you read aloud from the moving messages on the screen in front of you. nodding, you reply “mhm! he is.” the smile on your face slides past no one, leaving plenty of room for speculation. 

the fans made sure to get the clip to chan, to which he responded on live as well. 

“i saw uh-..y/n’s live..yeah we had so much fun together we completely forgot about sharing our numbers.” he says as his hand rubs up against his arm in the black sleeveless he had on. (that thing he does iykyk)

“i’m glad you liked it! i wasn't sure if you had gotten it…and the cake was really good.” ‘cake?’, “yeah, y/n got me cake. the kids ate most of it though,” he laughs, “it was very thoughtful of her, be nice to her guys, okay?” 

| bag secured

later on, when you two do finally see each other again its around award season. which meant a handful of rehearsals and thankfully your times lined up. so while staff got all the technical stuff ready, you two made conversation. chan’s nails pick at his fingers nervously as doubt racked his brain. the boys had convinced him to ask you out (after forcing the fact that he liked you out of him). after a little while, the tension is eased and you’re laughing and joking just like before. 

someone comes over and hands you your mic pack, he immediately offers to help you, not waiting till you say yes. he loops the wire around your waist, plugging it into the small box and clipping it onto the hem of your pants. as he secures it, a sudden boost of confidence dawns on him and he goes for it. “do you wanna go out with me?” when you freeze up before turning around, his hands drop to his side and he goes pale. 

“yeah...yeah i would.” you say, failing to bite back a smile. he lets out a dry chuckle, nodding. he clears his throat, “we should probably get each others numbers, yeah?” you laugh, nodding along before pulling your phone from your pocket and handing it to him. you take his, putting in yours. you swear your knees almost buck when he looks at you with that shy smile, dimples ever so prominent. 

---

later that evening, after the long day you’ve had, you open your contact list. your phone pings and your heart nearly jumps out your throat.

channie 💙 : hey, when are you free?

ෆ my annual fic longer than 1k omg omg

© citysweet

[yois2aki]

੭୧ if i can't save you... . ۫

chishiya shuntaro x g!n reader

— warnings: fluff, descriptions of typical aib violence, fits both manga and live action, one singular suggestive remark, no use of y/n.

— summary: you arrive from a particularly rough game to an almost empty beach, thankfully there's still a specific doctor awake to treat your wounds.

— word count: 2.4k

your leg barely healed from the last game, and you had to play again already.

it was a wonder why there were so many people left in the borderlands. if it weren't for your high ranking on the beach's hierarchy and the minor hope you had to leave this world once all the cards were collected, you would have probably given up. 

it was tiring and stressful. even though so many people were living life as if deathly games weren't waiting for them the next day, you just couldn't brush away the fear of a laser hitting you on the head out of nowhere or waking up with once again new rules to the games.

you waddled to the beach's main hall entrance with the few survivors from the game you played. the three of spades should have been easy, but even you underestimated it, getting scratched violently by a black panther in between. all that mattered was that you were alive, and soon the wound would heal itself like every other did (not really, your leg was full of dried blood, stopping the wounds from opening, but still in critical condition.)

all you had to do was go to your room, take a shower, and go to sleep. there was an executive meeting going on, but you were too unbothered to even care about the hatter's waste of time. you realized everyone you knew would be either sleeping, partying, or at the so-called meeting, which was more of a lecture.

while walking around the hotel rooms, you relished the quietness. it had been a while since you were able to rest, and all you needed was a bed and a pillow to pass out on. that was until a figure in a white jacket showed up in one of the corners of the hall.

"what the-!" you gasped, jumping back at the surprise and placing a hand almost immediately on your chest while trying to catch your breath. dramatic? maybe a little. but you did get scared at his sudden presence.

chishiya stood in place while staring at you. upon regaining your composure, you looked up and noticed he had his signature raised eyebrow look, and you felt the need to explain what went on. "i didn't expect to see you there. aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?"

in reality, you had never been that close to chishiya, apart from the usual small talk due to being both executive members. you had no idea what was going on inside his head at any moment; his expression was definitely unreadable. every time you two were placed together somewhere, the awkwardness made itself present. even if you'd try and engage in a little chat, he'd end it too quickly for you to feel stupid for even trying. if he knew your name, you would be surprised.

instead of answering, chishiya kept silent. usual, you thought to yourself. as your mind ran around looking for ways to end this awkward situation, chishiya's gaze seemed to be elsewhere. your eyes finally met his, but his didn't meet yours. instead, he fixed himself on your legs. 

"you're bleeding," he said bluntly.

"oh..." you looked down at your own legs, bending slightly to take a look at the situation. your mouth opened agape once you noticed just how bad your wounds looked.

you didn't realize it the moment you got it, but the scratch from earlier must have messed up with some other of your past injuries, opening both of them up. a trail of blood was running down your legs, and as you glimpsed to the floor, you realized it was also stained by so. for how long has it been like this? you wondered. 

"yes, i'll take care of it later..." you mumbled pathetically.

it was quite embarrassing to be in this position, especially in front of chishiya. for some reason, you always messed up your words when talking to him or anyone superior overall. maybe it was because you'd picture a whole dialogue in your mind before speaking, and when actually doing it, words came out messed up and switched.

you finally looked up with the stupidest expression on your face, realizing chishiya's eyebrow had only raised more. you bit your lip in embarrassment as he spoke up again. "if you take care of that the same way you did with your other wounds, you'd be better leaving it how it is."

if you could be more ashamed than you were, you would. perhaps he was just trying to get under your skin, but the only thing you wanted to do was get out of this situation. 

you stood there awkwardly as your gaze never met his, unsure of what to say next. instead, he was the one to break the silence.

"follow me." he said after a sigh left his mouth.

and you did exactly so. or at least you tried. you noticed that chishiya didn't even bother to look behind to see if you were actually following, but you also noticed he was moving slower than he usually did, probably because he knew you could barely hold yourself on your own two feet. you weren't even sure how you knew how fast he normally walks.

your thoughts were interrupted as you realized he was actually taking you to his room. you knew this path like the back of your hand since you would always watch where he was going after the executive meetings. this was where you registered that you had been analyzing every single one of chishiya's movements without even knowing it. you probably looked like a creep as soon as you grasped it all.

chishiya opened the door to his room and finally looked at you, as well as at the trail of blood you left behind. something in his gaze — you could not understand what — changed as his movements hurried slightly.

"sit down in a comfortable position," he demanded with a voice that almost seemed caring, pointing to his bed.

you did as asked, although you struggled to be in a pleasant posture due to your legs almost opening apart. 

this seemed all too weird to you. the chishiya that barely looked your way for more than five seconds was the same chishiya that was now leaving his suite with a first aid kit, seemingly prepared to treat your wounds without even asking.

"why are you doing this?" you couldn't help but interrogate. his latest actions were way too out of character, at least to the chishiya you made up in your mind.

"i was bored," he replied sarcastically, a tone of irony present in his voice. now this was more like the chishiya you knew, even though it was obvious that wasn't the real motive.

you wanted to keep smothering him with questions because your mind was way too confused to function properly, but your line of thought was put back as you saw him kneel before you and open the box he positioned on the bed. you would have folded and turned into a blushing mess right there and then, if it weren't for the agonizing pain that decided to come back.

you got a quick glimpse of what the box held: gauze roles, sterile gauze pads, eye pads, a roll of adhesive tape, elastic bandages, sterile cotton balls... your head started almost immediately hurting looking at all the utensils that you had barely any idea what did.

"relax. focus on staying awake." chishiya said it with that same voice from way before, tense but almost sweet. he gathered something on one of the cotton pads; you could not figure out what, as your mind almost went blank. "this will hurt."

and as he finished his sentence, not a single second was left for you to process as he started patting your wounds with it. you immediately hissed at the pain, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you bit into your hand in a way to muffle your whimpers.

your head moved away from the scenario. even though you wanted to keep your eyes on such a focused chishiya, you would have probably passed out from looking at the amount of blood leaving your leg. especially now that, with the alcohol-coated cotton, which you developed a deep hatred for, he had removed the thin layer of dried blood left, securing your wounds.

he moved the piece of pad very quickly around your wounds, removing the blood as fast as he could, probably to make the process faster and less hurtful. the thing is that, if he were more patient, the pain would probably not be half as bad as it is right now. however, you were too dazed to tell him to be more gentle. tears finally ran down your cheeks as you did your best to keep one hand holding you on the bed and the other brushing them away and covering your mouth at the same time.

even through all the pain, your biggest worry was how stupid you probably looked in front of a guy who must have had something to do with the medical department — you assumed by the way he seemed so professional right now.

"calm down. the worst part is almost over." he said, not bothering to look up to guess that you were driving yourself crazy with tears from your whimpers and constant sniffling.

his words managed to comfort you for about 3 seconds, as he finally stopped moving the torturing device on your leg and you opened up your eyes, only to realize he was just picking up another one and coating it with alcohol once again.

before you could even process it, you audibly groaned in disapproval, almost forgetting who was just below you. 

he suddenly stopped, his head finally lifting to look at you with that unbothered classical look, his mouth slightly open. you looked at him hesitantly, your eyes still coated with tears and your face somewhat puffy, quickly realizing your mistake.

"would you prefer for me to leave your leg as it is?" he said it with a superior tone. even though the sentence was formed as a question, you could tell he definitely didn't mean it as one. more like a reprimand.

"sorry..." you muttered under your breath, your eyes immediately drifting away from his, trying to avoid getting his confront once more.

he kept his eyes on you for a second before sighing and shaking his head, his attention going back to your leg as he started to move the cotton pad once again. you hissed between your teeth, your hand moving back to your mouth as you closed your eyes as strongly as you could to avoid any tears from spilling.

to your benefit, this part ended quickly as he finally finished cleaning your wounds. you sighed in relief, now only a sharp but endurable pain left on your leg as you finally relaxed your muscles until he spoke up again.

"your injuries aren't that serious. you were lucky you ran onto me." he commented, staring at his newly finished job. so much, it almost made your head hurt. "there is a specific cut that would normally need to be sewn together, though. however, we don't want to hear any more whining tonight, do we?"

his words traveled immediately to your heart, your face heating up for the nth time during this whole interaction, unable to even stare at him. 

from this moment on, your mind just went somewhere else as he finished patching up your leg. you couldn't lie and say that by the time he was finished, you didn't feel much fresher and calmer, being able to look at your leg and see it coated in white instead of red. 

he finally got up with a sigh and stored everything back into his first aid kit box, entering his suite and placing it back wherever he hid it.

"thank you; sorry if it was an inconvenience," you said in a low voice when he came back. your eyes stuck on your leg, moving it around as if you never had two functional limbs before.

he stared at you, seemingly having fun with your own stuff, with a smirk on his face that, if you had caught onto it, you would have died of embarrassment once again.

"now, be careful not to get wounded like that again." he commented, turning his back to you and moving around the bed, looking for something you didn't pay attention to on one of his shelves. "i might not be as gentle as i was this time."

you were brought back from the moon as he finished his sentence. that was him being gentle? you could practically hear the smirk on his face when he said that, but it still managed to get you thinking. you knew better than to complain, though.

"what were you before coming here?" you remembered wondering a few moments before, due to his skills in treating you. the question came out without thinking twice.

you could hear him stop while looking for whatever it was when you asked that, to which he answered quickly. "i studied medicine. i wasn't a doctor yet, though."

if chishiya could have gotten any hotter to you, he just did. you bit your lip, breaking your process of thinking before your thoughts led you elsewhere. 

"that doesn't mean i wasn't smarter than most of the fools that call themselves doctors at the hospital i studied at." 

there was that snarky response chishiya was missing, you thought. you turned around to see him, finally realizing that he was actually looking for something between his shirts. you tried to peek into it, but he suddenly pulled something out that looked like a soda can, with a few cables around it. he finally moved closer to you again, handing you the item.

"it's a bomb," he added, as you rolled it around your fingers, trying to figure out how it worked. "so you can be more prepared when playing. make sure not to use it on yourself."

he clearly meant the last part as a joke, but that was something that the percentage of happening wasn't zero, you had to admit. "thanks."

even though chishiya seemed stern, there was something about him that attracted you. and something that made him help you tonight, about which you still weren't sure, happened to make you more confused. you wondered about asking him again, but knowing the littlest bit about him would make you sure that he'd just avoid the question once again. at least your leg was patched up, and you could go to sleep peacefully tonight.

— a/n: aaahh im debuting on this account... hope you guys like this little babble i made a few days ago. aib fever is back and i have a lot to say, might as well spill it out! i will make a masterlist soon enough. feel free to leave requests (if it's working) (╥﹏╥)

[cailinsblog]

"Autumn Leaves and Heartstrings"

Jack hughes x reader

This one is really long

The crisp autumn air was settling over the New Jersey landscape, the trees painting the town in shades of red, orange, and gold. You and Jack Hughes had always loved the fall—when the days became shorter, the evenings grew colder, and every breath you took outside felt fresh and full of possibility. It was the season of your lifelong friendship, the one time of year when you could spend hours together, walking through the colorful streets, sipping on hot drinks, and simply enjoying each other’s company.

You and Jack had known each other for as long as you could remember. Growing up just a few houses apart in your quiet neighborhood, you had spent every autumn jumping into leaf piles, carving pumpkins, and watching Halloween movies. Even now, as you both stood on the brink of adulthood, with Jack thriving in his NHL career and you navigating your own path, that childhood bond had never broken. If anything, it had grown stronger over the years.

But lately, something had changed between you and Jack. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it was there, lingering in the air between you. Maybe it was the way Jack’s smiles seemed softer when he looked at you or how his touches lingered just a little longer than they used to. Maybe it was the way your heart fluttered whenever you saw him now, a feeling that had been creeping up on you since the summer. Whatever it was, you couldn’t deny it anymore: Jack was no longer just your best friend.

He had become something more. You just weren’t sure if he felt the same way.

"Y/N, you coming?" Jack’s voice called out, breaking you from your thoughts.

You blinked and realized you were standing on the porch of Jack’s house, staring out at the falling leaves while Jack, his brothers Luke and Quinn, and a few of their friends were gathering inside for a cozy autumn evening together. Jack was holding the door open, grinning at you with that easy charm that always made your stomach do flips.

"Yeah, sorry! I was just admiring the leaves," you said, stepping inside and shaking off the slight chill from the evening air.

"It’s beautiful out there, isn’t it?" Jack said, handing you a mug of hot apple cider. "Perfect night for some fun."

You took the warm mug gratefully, your fingers brushing against Jack’s as he passed it to you. A spark shot through you, and you quickly looked down, hoping he didn’t notice the flush creeping up your neck.

"Thanks," you murmured, taking a sip and letting the sweet, spiced cider soothe your nerves.

Luke and Quinn were already lounging on the couch, arguing over some old Halloween movie they wanted to watch. You laughed at their banter, settling into the familiar rhythm of being with the Hughes brothers. It always felt like home with them, especially Jack. But tonight, that feeling was tinged with something deeper, something you weren’t ready to admit out loud.

As the evening went on, the group sat around in the cozy living room, playing card games, laughing over silly stories, and reminiscing about your childhood. The house smelled like cinnamon and apples, and the fire crackled softly in the background. It was the perfect fall night.

"Hey, Y/N," Jack said suddenly, nudging you with his elbow as everyone else got distracted with their conversation. "Wanna go for a walk? Just like old times?"

Your heart skipped a beat, but you nodded, trying to keep your cool. "Sure, I’d love that."

He grabbed his jacket, and the two of you slipped out of the house, leaving the warmth and noise behind. Outside, the cool autumn breeze rustled the leaves around you as you walked side by side down the quiet streets, just like you had done countless times before. But this time, it felt different.

There was a comfortable silence between you, broken only by the crunch of leaves underfoot. Jack kept glancing at you from the corner of his eye, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. You could feel your own nerves buzzing, the unspoken tension building with every step.

"Remember when we used to come out here after school?" Jack finally said, his voice soft.

You smiled at the memory. "Yeah, we’d race to the park, and you’d always let me win."

Jack laughed, shaking his head. "That’s because I didn’t want to deal with you pouting when you lost."

"I did not pout!" you protested, giving him a playful shove.

"You totally did," he teased, catching your hand before you could push him again. His hand was warm against yours, and suddenly, the playfulness between you faded into something more serious.

You stopped walking, your hand still in his, and turned to face him. Jack’s expression had softened, his blue eyes locking with yours in a way that made your heart race. The cool air around you seemed to disappear as warmth spread through your chest, a warmth that had nothing to do with the cider or the fire back at the house.

"Y/N…" Jack began, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a step closer, and suddenly you were hyper-aware of how close he was, how his thumb brushed lightly against your hand, how his gaze had dropped to your lips.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You had wanted this for so long, but now that it was happening, you were terrified.

"What is it, Jack?" you asked softly, your voice trembling.

"I…" He hesitated, his brow furrowing as he struggled to find the right words. "I don’t want to mess this up, Y/N."

You frowned, confused. "Mess what up?"

"Us." He let out a shaky breath, his grip tightening on your hand. "I know we’ve been best friends forever, but…I think I’m in love with you. I’ve been feeling this way for a while now, but I didn’t want to ruin what we have. You mean too much to me."

Your heart stopped for a moment, the words sinking in. He loved you. Jack Hughes, your best friend, loved you.

"I…Jack, I—" you started, but he quickly cut you off, his expression suddenly anxious.

"It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way," he rushed out. "I just couldn’t keep it in anymore. I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking about it."

You stared at him, your mind racing. All the years of friendship, all the moments that had led up to this one—they suddenly made sense. The butterflies you felt around him, the way your heart would leap whenever he smiled at you, the warmth that filled you whenever he was near. You had been in love with him for just as long, but you had been too scared to admit it.

"Jack," you said softly, stepping even closer to him, "I feel the same way."

His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he just stared at you in disbelief. "You do?"

You nodded, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "I’ve been falling for you for a while now, but I didn’t want to risk losing you as a friend. I was scared too."

Jack’s face lit up with relief and joy, and before you could say anything else, he pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was both tender and full of passion. The world seemed to disappear around you, and all you could feel was the warmth of Jack’s embrace, the softness of his lips, and the overwhelming love that had been building between you for so long.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Jack rested his forehead against yours, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

"I can’t believe this is real," he murmured, his eyes filled with wonder. "I’ve wanted this for so long."

"Me too," you whispered, your heart swelling with happiness.

You stood there for a moment, holding each other under the soft glow of the streetlights, the cool autumn breeze swirling around you. Everything felt perfect.

As you made your way back to the house, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but feel like this was the start of something beautiful. Jack’s brothers, Luke and Quinn, teased you both mercilessly when you walked in, but Jack didn’t care. He just smiled and pulled you closer, ignoring their jokes.

"About time," Luke said with a grin, nudging Quinn.

"Yeah, we’ve been waiting for this forever," Quinn added, smirking at Jack.

Jack rolled his eyes but didn’t let go of your hand. "Laugh it up, guys. I don’t care."

You laughed along with them, feeling light and free. This was the start of a new chapter, one filled with love, laughter, and the warmth of Jack’s heart.

And as you settled in for the rest of the night, surrounded by Jack and his family, you knew that this fall would be the most unforgettable one yet.

[spiriteddreams]

green is your fav colour bc it's the colour of sae itoshi's eyes a/n: @aimixx this is for you :D

“green is my favourite colour.” you hum, scrolling through your phone whilst your head rests on sae’s lap, both of you cuddled up on the couch. on his rare days off, you find that both you and sae much prefer to soak up each other’s presence in the comforts of your own home rather than find somewhere to go out. in these walls you put on music in the background, some record that sae had thought was your favourite, but slowly grew on you. hands card through your hair, gently tugging at tangles before he leans down to peck your face. anywhere but your lips. and now, you lie together on the couch, humming along to the music as sae indulges in your mindless chatter.

“may i ask why?” he doesn’t look down at you, eyes focused on the game playing out onscreen in front of him. they dart back and forth as he follows the ball. and despite how calm he may look, you know he’s trying hard not to react to the plays and calls made during the game.

“because it reminds me of grass or trees and…” you trail off. sae looks down at you, his own curiosity tearing through his attention on the game. you wait as his eyes meet yours and a gentle smile comes across your face. his hair falls into his face, tickling his cheeks as gentle, teal-green searches for what you will say next.

“and?” his tone is dry and almost flat but you know sae well enough to hear the softness of his words.

“and your eyes.” you hold his gaze, let the words, as cheesy as they are, sink in. you watch them process and the way he rolls his eyes, head shaking in amusement and smile tugging on his lips. he leans down closer, nose brushing against yours as he silences your giggles with a kiss. hands come to cup your face, his thumb tracing down your cheek before he pulls away. 

he hums, “who gave you that line.” 

“i came up with it on my own!” sae grins and leans back, hand running through his hair. his shift lifts next to your face, offering you a peek at the smooth skin before he’s tugging his shirt down, muttering how you need to stop staring so shamelessly at him.

but how can you not? how can you not stare when he fixes you with those eyes, a gentle teal-green with softness saved for your eyes only. itoshi sae is just so pretty, it’s impossible not to stare. and he knows. oh, he’s well aware of the way eyes follow him across the field, the way the spotlight gravitates towards him and the crowd roars his name. but throughout it all, his heartbeat stays steady, as if the chants and the screams and the blinding light didn’t affect him at all. and perhaps it didn’t, after all, he had grown up in this light far too quickly, a childhood torn away as he flew across the world. but when sae catches your eyes on him, he hates the way his breath hitches. he knows his eyes soften involuntarily, and a hint of a smile tugs up on his lips. but he has a reputation to uphold, so rumours be damned, he’ll let the media write up a storm while he slips into the shadows to your embrace. 

you poke at his stomach, pulling him from his stream of thoughts. he hunches over involuntarily, hands coming to tangle with yours as he leans down and murmurs, “don’t start, love, you’re playing a dangerous game.”

the grin on your face is nothing less than cheeky as you bite back, “and so what if i am? what are you going to do about it?” sae narrows his lips but that smile tugs wider. in the background, he hears the song coming to an end, the crescendo signifying the end to your little escapade to the couch. and with his natural charm, drags his fingers along your arm, higher and higher, tapping your cheek and brushing across your lips before he replaces his finger with his own.

“you’re going to be the death of me, mi amor.”

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3

[meazalykov]

baby pink

laura freigang x reader

one part to the baby pink series

you and laura have been inseparable since your days at penn state. laura was a beast on the soccer field, her talent and determination earning her a place on the university's team after playing in germany for all of her life. 

you, on the other hand, loved soccer until you had a back injury from an accident– preventing you from playing football ever again. 

from therapy– you found your new passion through photography. 

your love story between laura and you grew in the shared moments of your photography electives at penn state, where laura's fiery energy met your soft-hearted one.

you first met in a photography class, both unsure about the other but quickly becoming friends. she started to notice how you wore pink everyday. 

your jeans were always blue and you had on the same comfy birkenstock slides– but you had many baby pink shirts that you loved to show off. 

laura's interest in photography was a surprise to many– including you– since you knew her as a soccer star, overtime you saw the deeper layers in her. 

you guys spent countless afternoons wandering around campus, snapping photos of anything that helped with both of your photography mentions. 

the german would capture other people and nature, meanwhile you tend to capture anything that was any shade of pink. 

she admired how you saw the world through a pink-tinted lens, both literally and figuratively. your old dorm room back in pennsylvania had been a shrine to the color pink– with pink curtains, bedding, and decor that reflected your love for that color.

as your friendship deepened, it turned into something more. laura started getting you pink colored flowers that you thought were pretty– not more pretty than her. when you asked a mutual friend about laura’s new gesture– they told you that laura might’ve been in love with you. 

you believed it and you confessed your love to laura– who kissed you in response.

you two started dating, and it wasn't long before you were inseparable. your love for each other grew stronger with each passing day, cemented by your shared experiences and dreams for the future.

now, 6 years later, you live together in frankfurt, germany. laura plays for the football club frankfurt, and you capture your lives with your cameras. 

your love for pink is still well-known; as laura’s woso fans love complimenting you about your pink aesthetics. 

the collection of cameras in your shared apartment were more proof, each adorned with pink stickers or encased in pink cases and shells. even (some) your wardrobe is still a sea of pink. 

one chilly afternoon, the two of you are lounging at home. laura is sprawled on the couch, recovering from the game against wolfsburg that morning, while you excitedly open a package you've been waiting for all week.

laura glanced over the couch and looked at you with the box on the kitchen island, her curiosity piqued.

"what did you get?" she asks, her eyes lighting up with interest.

you grin and pull out a brand-new camera in a smaller box, the body of the camera shimmered in a delicate shade of pink. 

turning it over in your hands, admiring the sleek design and the soft color, you smile brightly at it. 

laura chuckles, shaking her head. "of course, it's pink."

you laugh, your eyes sparkling with delight at your fiancee. "you know i had to" you say, holding the camera up to your eye and pretending to take a picture of laura. 

you would’ve taken the picture but the camera still needed a battery and sd card from the cabinet where laura and you kept them.

 

laura smiles warmly, reaching out to you with her arms. you giggle as you walk up to her in the living toom. 

by your waist, she pulls you onto the couch beside her. "i love that about you" she murmurs, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. "it's pretty– just like you."

you lean in, kissing Laura softly. "i love capturing you with the cameras," 

“and i love capturing you.” laura whispered against your lips. 

as the afternoon sun bathes your apartment threw your windows, you and your fiancee take pictures to do something with your free time. 

you snap shots of laura, her athletic form, beautiful eyes, and soft hair creating stunning images, while laura, in turn, captures your radiant smile, pink blush, and the joy in your eyes.

through the pink camera, everyone can see the love in the couple's eyes. 

<3

[stupidr3dpanda]

• Content Warnings: Nudity in a non sexual way, GN Reader, and nothing else other than pure love!

I have been thinking of you taking care of your favorite from the Task Force 141 (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

A little note before we begin, I listened to "Nothings gonna hurt you baby" by Cigarettes After Sex, while writing this! Just in case you wanna set the ambient to that!

Imagine he gets home from being on deploiment for months.

Press your lips to his cheek and tightly wrap your arms around his middle as soon as he crosses the doorway of your shared home and feel the way his tense shoulders relax at your touch. Grab his hand and guide him to the bathroom where as soon as he walks in he sees a warm bath with lavender, calendula, and chamomile are already waiting for him to help relax his sore and tired muscles. Help him strip out of that heavy and uncomfortable uniform that ricks of now old and dry blood and dirt.

No words are exchanged as you help him inside the warm water. Knowing how much he always says he misses and loves your smell you grab your shampoo and sit on the side of the tub and gently begin to wash his hair listening to the little grunts of relaxing pleasure that comes out of him. Rinse the shampoo away and place kisses on his wet forhead.

Once his bath is done and while he's finishing soaking in the bath you make your way to the kitchen and start serving his favorite comfort food, always in his favorite tablewear, that one that you picked just for him as an aniversary gift. A recipe that you have come to memorise just for him is now warming the once cold plate, while you're finishing serving his favorite tea you listen to his heavy foot steps as he makes his way to the kitchen now changed into a comfortable pair of pajama pants and a plain T-shirt.

As you're both sitting down on the table enjoying dinner you listen to him talk about his mission, always omitting the gore parts or any information that could put you in risk, you look up from your half finished meal and just fondly stare at him while he speaks, you listen how;

Listen to how Simon talks about how pissed he was when somehow Johnny kept winning every round when they were playing cards, how he knew that that little shit was cheating and how he now owes him £200 and had to also bet his last pack of cigarettes during their last round resulting in him being grumpier than usual during the last days of deployment in the middle of nowhere.

Listen to how Kyle got chased by some 'ugly' antelopes in Mongolia because the mission was during antelopes breeding season and he got too close to one of the females and apparently one of the males thougt he was too handsome and saw him as competition. (I'm not blaming the antelope if I was him and saw him walking around too close to the female antelopes I too would try to chase the competition away!!)

And when you hear Johnny telling you how he was finally able to "outsmart" Ghost during one of their card games night you can't help the loud laugh from escaping your mouth, you told him to start praying cause his ass ain't safe when he gets back and Ghost finds out how he was winning every round. He swears it was all fair and no cheats were used during the game!... you know he's liying tho.

When your eyes rise from your plate you catch John already looking at you with a warm smile on his tired face, he starts telling you of how thankful he feels for his boys, how proud he feels for them after a well done mission, how much serenity he feels when he knows that at this moment they are probably with their S/O enjoying a warm meal and sweets moments together just like the both of you are right now.

You just stare into his eyes and smile, after dinner is finished the two of you wash, dry and when you put away the dishes you walk back to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your simple nighttime routine. With a few giggles and tired eyes you both make your way to the bedroom where you finally won't sleep another night alone again.

Pulling the duvet covers over the two of you, turning off the night stand light you lay in bed while you trace your fingers through his now fluffly and lavender smelling hair, placing soft kisses on the crown of his head he drifts to sleep in no time to the sound of your voice reasuring him that youll still be holding him when he wakes up. Even when his nightmares wake him up at midnight you'll still be there to calm him down, humming a soft tune for him and reassuring him that everything is fine, he is home, he is safe, and that you wont let anything get to him or try to hurt him.

I hope you enjoy the silly little thought that had been invaiding my mind this past days! Please remember to take care of yourself and stay safe!

[angelslittlewritingcorner]

I have a Adam x lute x Reader idea

What if they played a card game (like uno) or just a game in general but whenever someone loses they have to take off a piece of their clothes but then lute and Adam team up to make the reader lose almost every round then they play with the prize 🤭🫣

I thought the idea was really cool and had to write it straight away. Hope you like it

Warnings: Language and Smut a lot of it , MDNI

Masterlist

Dating Adam and Lute

PLAYING GAMES

‘Snacks?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Pillows?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Drinks?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Games?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Adam?’ ‘Should be here in a minute’ Lute nodded in satisfaction and turned to Y/N. She had coerced the arms into helping her set up the game night. Y/N didn't complain though, at least she got to spend more time with her friend. At last Adam and she had more than just a few hours a day to spend with her. Sera was always hogging her and forcing her to do chores. Sometimes she felt really neglected.

The door of the three's flat was flung open and Adam stomped in with a pizza box in his hand. ‘I've got the goods ladies,’ he said and winked at Y/N. She giggled slightly and held out her hands. ‘Nah, you'll eat it by yourself later’ he said and kicked his shoes into a corner. He took the pizza and put it on the table where everything was already ready. ‘So can we get started?’ ‘Yes we can, we were just waiting for you Adam’ Lute said and sat down opposite him. Y/N grabbed one of the cushions and sat down at the table too. ‘What do we start with?’ ‘Strippoker’ Adam said and Lute rolled her eyes. ‘No’ ‘Mano then something else with cards. I want to play cards!’ They discussed for a short while and then decided on a game. They played a few rounds, ate, drank and talked about their day. Y/N couldn't imagine anything better at that moment. Quiet moments like this were far too rare with the two of them

‘The game's getting boring, let's make it a bit more interesting,’ said Adam, stuffing a few crisps into his mouth. ‘Let me guess, you want to do your usual stupid things again?’ asked Lute, grinning slightly. She too found such moments with her lovers relaxing. ‘Fine,’ said Y/N. After all, it was always fun when the situation got spicy.

Lute lost the first round. She took her socks off and Adam just rolled his eyes. Adam lost the next two rounds and was sitting in front of them in just socks and boxers. Y/N soon followed his example and was also only wearing underwear. ‘Damn Lute how do you always do that?’ ‘Well, I'd say it's easy to do’ She brushed her hair back slightly and scrutinised Y/N intently. That could only mean something good, Y/N thought, and she sat up straight to show off her bust. Maybe she could make Lute lose today.

Y/N stared at her cards in disbelief - she had lost again. She only had one piece of clothing left. Her tactics had not worked. She sighed and stood up. Slowly, she pulled down her panties and bared herself to her two lovers. ‘I don't want to play anymore,’ she said and pulled a pout. ‘Tough luck but me,’ Adam said and stood up as well. ‘Still, I must say the prize looks pretty hot, doesn't it Dangertits?’ Lute nodded. ‘We really deserve it’ ‘WE?! Have you been playing together again?’ Lute smiled innocently at her. ‘Yes, at least it's fun to have you whimpering among us’

The two of them had tricked her again. She rolled her eyes and Adam put a hand to her cheek. ‘Kitten you have to be able to lose’ before Y/N could say anything back, he put his lips on hers and massaged her mouth. That idiot, why is he so good at it? How could she be mad at him? He put a hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him. She didn't even hear Lute walk away to get something. Adam's hand wandered down to her bum and massaged it lightly while their tongues engaged in a battle she was only too willing to lose.

Adam only broke away from her when they both heard a low growl. Lute apparently wanted to have fun too. She immediately took Adam's place and kissed Y/N. She held her close to her and stroked her spine. Goosebumps spread across Y/N's skin and a familiar heat spread through her belly. If Adam kissed her like a man, then Lute kissed her like a god. She could go on like this for hours.

While she was busy with Lute, she felt Adam spreading a little lubricant on her. At least they weren't going to hurt her today. That was good, because she was still a little sore from the last time. Adam pushed a finger inside her and she moaned into Lute's mouth. She pushed against his fingers and the heat in her belly continued to spread and seemed to take over her. He slipped another finger inside her and stretched her a little. Y/N reached for Lute's trousers. She needed more physical contact and the light-haired girl still had far too much on.

She briefly detached herself from her and got rid of her clothes before Y/N would tear them. Adam pulled his fingers out of her and slowly began to push his dick into her. She hissed slightly. The stretch he created inside her was heavenly. Lute pulled her back against him and Adam took this as an opportunity to push himself deeper into her. She was trapped between her lovers and yet felt freer than ever. She let her hand wander to Lute's breasts and began to play with them while Adam thrust himself into her. ‘Fuck,’ he grunted, digging his fingers into her hips. ‘Do you always have to be this tight?’ She nodded and kissed Lute's neck. Lute kept stroking her head and mumbling something about ‘good girl’ Y/N let her other hand wander between Lute's legs and began to play with her. She was so wet for her. She always seemed so hard on the outside but she could be different. She slipped a finger inside Lute and gasped as Adam increased his pace. ‘More’ Lute demanded and Y/N had difficulty obeying her command. However, she slipped another finger inside her and matched Adam's pace. Soon the three of them were a ball of body parts and moans. Y/n climaxed a few times, clawing at one of them in the process. How did they manage to get her to give herself to them every time? A few hours later, Y/n slumped down and pressed herself against Adam's chest, who laughed lightly.

‘Fuck that was good’ Adam said and Lute nodded. ‘Another round of cards’ ‘Yeah’ This was going to be a long night.

[thatztyv]

I think the new jack fic deserves a part 2🫣

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Description:

- Jack takes Kennedy on a date

Word Count:

- 1.7k

Kᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ Dᴏᴡɴs

(ken-nuh-dee duh-ouns)

"Y'all", I hummed as I set my camera up.

I took a step back to show my full body.

"So I got asked out on a date", I said then clapped my hands together and looked at the camera.

"I hope I didn't underdress", I hummed as I ran my hands over my shirt. "I feel like it's a luh calm fit. Can never go wrong with cargo pants and some fours."

"Anyways I'm supposed to be meeting Jack at two. And it's currently", I started as I checked my phone. "Oh lawd it's one forty-five. I'll see y'all in the car."

.☆.

"He told me he like three minutes away so I'm just waiting for him. I left late and still made it before him", I said and shook my head. "Thats a shame."

A knock came from my window and I jumped. I furrowed my brows and turned to look.

I let my window down and side eyed him.

"Why would you scare me like that?", I asked.

"My bad", Jack chuckled. "You ready to go in?"

"Yeah let me grab my purse", I said before I let my window back up and he opened my door for me.

"Thank you", I told him after I got out the car and he closed the door.

"You're welcome", he said as I put my purse on my shoulder then locked my car.

"Say hey to the camera", I said as I turned the camera to face both of us.

He gave me a hug before waving at the camera.

"Hey", he said with a smile.

"So what they got in here?", I asked as we started walking towards the building.

"All types of games. Good food and drinks. Trust me you'll enjoy yourself", he hummed.

.☆.

"Alright so while we waiting for the lady to come back imma show y'all his outfit since y'all seen mine", I said before turning the camera around to Jack.

I zoomed it out to get his full fit. "Okay. He looking real clean, real fresh. You know per usual."

"Gotta make sure I'm looking good for the ladies always", he said and licked his lips.

"You can't be taking me on a date and tryna please the ladies at the same time", I said turning the camera to me.

"I'm kidding", he chuckled.

"Mmhm", I hummed and playfully rolled my eyes.

"If you two could follow me please", the receptionist said as she grabbed two menus before walking off.

I walked beside Jack as we followed her around the arcade.

My hand accidentally brushed against his a few times before he grabbed ahold of it.

I turned the camera down and showed him holding my hand before turning it back to my face.

I'm literally screaming on the inside right now.

"Alright. This will be your area. If you need food, drinks or anything just push this button and a waiter will be with you as soon as they can. All the games have unlimited play for three hours since you got the premium package", she said as she set our menus on the table. "Lastly if you have any problems don't be afraid to come to the front and tell me."

"Thank you", I said sweetly before she walked away.

.☆.

I set my camera up and pointed it towards the basketball game.

He tapped the card on the scanner.

"Three, two, one. Go!", the machine said before letting the balls out.

I quickly grabbed a ball and started shooting back to back. I looked over and saw Jack had a higher score.

I reached over, trying to block him for shooting.

"Kennedy come on you're cheating", he laughed as he moved back from me.

I laughed and stopped messing with him and shoot another ball.

"Player two wins!", the machine chimes.

"You tried to cheat and still lost", he chuckled.

"Not too much."

.☆.

"We found a baseball game", I said after I set my camera up.

I walked to the tablet and typed in our names.

"Okay what stadium we doing", I asked as I swiped through the different fields.

"Uh Tampa Bay."

I swiped through them then selected it.

"Imma put you up first."

"Wait you go first. You played softball, you got more experience than me", he said.

"That was in tenth grade", I chuckled.

"Still."

I playfully rolled my eyes and grabbed one of the bats before going into the batting cage.

I pressed my foot on the base and got in swinging position.

Pitching in three.. two.. one.

The ball shoot out the floor and I swung the bat but missed the ball. I turned back and looked at Jack.

"That was just a test swing", I hummed before turning back around.

"I'm not gone say anything", he chuckled.

Another ball shot out the floor, I swung the bat and hit the ball.

I ended up hitting fifteen of twenty balls.

"Let's see if you can beat that", I said as I put my bat back on the rack.

He walked in as I was walking out.

"Alright let's see if you can hit a home run", I said. "We aiming for a homer!"

He looked at me as he grabbed his bat. "A home run?"

"Yeah. Bring it home, bring it home."

He stepped on the home base and got ready to swing his bat.

The ball shot out the thing and he swung at it.

"Out the park", the game said.

"That's alright. I missed the ball completely the first time", I chuckled.

He shook his head and stepped on the base again.

He ended up hitting seven out of twenty.

"Y'all I won and he hating on me", I chuckled before he gently moved me out the way.

"She won by eight."

"I still won", I said pushing my way in front of him.

"Whatever."

.☆.

"The way it's looking I'm finna order everything on this menu", I said making Jack chuckle.

"Hot wings", he hummed before he chuckled. "That reminds me. You know I watched your last video?"

"You did?!", I said as I looked up at him again and my voice went up an octave. "You watched the whole thing? Beginning, middle and end?"

"The entire thirty minutes."

I looked away from him and back at the menu.

"You ready to order?", I asked changing the topic.

He chuckled. "Yeah."

.☆.

"So I just ordered some fries. They had good stuff on the menu but I didn't know if I'd eat it for real", I said and showed my food on the camera.

I moved the camera and showed Jack's food.

"He got tacos and hot wings. They look so good", I said and zoomed in on his plates.

I set my camera up to show both of us.

"You sure you don't want nothing else", he asked.

"I'm good", I hummed.

I started eating my fries and I could see Jack side eyeing me.

"Why you keep side eyeing me?", I asked turning to him.

"You eating dry fries Kenn."

"Ok and what about it? You know ion dip my fries in no condiments", I chuckled as he just stared at me.

"You gone be starving", he said and shook his head as he continued eating.

Can't lie I was looking over at his plates, his food looked so good.

"Can I have one of your tacos?", I asked and he smirked at me.

"I thought you didn't want anything else", he said, moving his plate over to me.

"I didn't. Them tacos just look good as hell", I said as I grabbed one.

I hummed in delight as I ate it. Taco was delicious.

"Let me get like two wings too", I said and he just laughed.

He slide the plate of wings between us.

"Why you laughing?", I asked while grabbing three flats of the plate.

"I thought you was good with just your fries", he chuckled before sipping on his drink.

"I am. I just wanted to try your food cause it looked good."

"Right", he chuckled.

.☆.

"Don't drop my camera", I warned him as we stood in the checkout line in the store inside the arcade.

"I'm not going to drop your camera calm down", he said as he checked hisself out in the veiwfinder.

"I'm cutting all yo footage out cause they don't want you all in they face like that", I chuckled. "Anyways.. show them the stuffed animal you picked out for me."

He turned the camera around and showed me smiling as I held up the stuffed animal.

"So cute", he hummed quietly.

"He said I couldn't leave empty handed so he said he'll get me this."

He turned the camera back to himself. "She said I could take her on another date. So, win win."

.☆.

"Be safe and text me when you make it home", he said as I started my car.

"I will. You be safe too", I hummed after fastening my seatbelt.

"Alright. Bye Kenn."

"Bye Jack", I said before he closed my door.

I bit my lip as I watched him walk to his car before looking at my camera.

"He know he- chile let me go home", I chuckled before putting my car in drive.

.☆.

"So as y'all can see I got my bonnet and sleeping clothes on and about to get in the bed. I'm just trying to a finish editing this video first."

I showed my laptop before putting it back down.

"Um I just wanted to say I had a nice lil date with Jack. Ian gone lie that's the most fun I done had in a while", I said with a smile. "I didn't really record everything cause I still wanted us to enjoy our time privately."

"But ion wanna say too much cause he already told me he watched the last vid. Ian say nothing too crazy but still", I chuckled. "Anyways I'll just use this as an outro while I'm here."

"Thanks for watching. Like, Comment and Subscribe. Road to three mill baby. And until next time, I love you guys. Byeeeee."

.★.

@TokyoKuri • 1hr ago

I haven't seen Jack or Kennedy smiling this much since they broke up 🥹

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@twiddledeetwiddledum • 1hr ago

awww Kenn looks so happy and relaxed.. love this for her

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@sexyymama-4758 • 49 min ago

The vibes is definitely vibing ☺️

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@FreeK3-867 • 1hr ago

The part when she showed they was holding hands was so cute 🥺

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@Mentality68 • 23 min ago

When he flipped the camera and showed her smiling with the stuffed animal 🥹

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[starskq]

JEALOUSY / C.S

Pairing ◊ reader x sumin (ft. Hyunwoo, Jinsik and Ive's Liz and Wonyoung)

Genre ◊ best friend to lovers, fluff, slightly suggestive

Warnings ◊ making out against a wall at a party  

Word count ◊ 2,64k 

Summary ◊ You and Sumin had always been best friends, until a certain party were you couldn't contain your jealousy.

a/n ◊ Literally inspired by a dream I had. Requests are open! Enjoy.

You and Sumin had been inseparable since childhood. Growing up in the same neighborhood, attending the same schools, and sharing countless memories, your bond was forged in the fires of shared experiences. Whether biking through the park on sunny afternoons or staying up late discussing your dreams and fears, you were always there for each other. But recently, things have started to change. Little glances lingered too long, casual touches felt electrifying, and an unspoken tension hung between you.

—————

Stacks of books and notebooks surrounded you and Sumin at the library. You had a big exam, and studying together had always been your way of preparing for big stuff like this. The table you chose was in a quiet corner, away from the usual hustle. 

Sumin leaned closer, pointing at a complex painting on your computer screen. ‘’I think you need to approach it differently; maybe use this technique instead?’’ 

You nodded, your attention divided between the problem and how his face was just inches from yours. You could feel his breath, warm against your cheek.‘’Yeah, that makes sense,’’ you said, your voice softer.

You worked through the question together, your hands almost touching. Every time your hands brushed, a spark of electricity seemed to pass between you. You found it hard to concentrate, your mind drifting to how his eyes sparkled with intensity. 

After a while, Sumin leaned back, stretching. ‘’We’ve been studying for hours. How about a break?’’ He said, putting his arm behind you to rest at the back of your chair, turning his body towards yours. 

‘’Good idea,’’ you agreed, your heart still racing from closeness. You stood up and walked to the nearby coffee shop. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him as you waited in line. 

——————

Even when you hung out with your friends, there was tension. It was game night at Hyunwoo’s apartment, a tradition you always looked forward to. Liz, Hyunwoo, and Jinsik were already setting up the board game. 

‘’Finally, the dynamic duo arrives,’’ Jinsik said, a teasing grin on his face when you both walked in. 

‘’Sorry guys, we got a little stuck on studying,’’ Sumin said as you sat down with a bag of snacks you bought. 

Liz raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on her face. ‘’Studying? Is that what they call it these days?’’ 

You laughed nervously, a blush creeping up your cheeks. ‘’Very funny.’’ 

As always, you all settled in, and the game started with light-hearted banter and friendly competition. As the vending progressed, you found yourself sitting next to Sumin. Whenever you reached for the same game piece or card, your hands touched, lingering longer than necessary. 

Hyunwoo noticed and smirked a bit, leaning closer to Jinsik to whisper in his ear. ‘’Do you think they’re even aware of how oblivious they are?’’ 

Jinsik chuckled, shaking his head lightly. ‘’Nope, completely oblivious.’’ 

Sumin caught their exchange and shot them a warning look. "What are you two gossiping about over there?"

‘’Nothing,’’ Hyunwoo said, feigning innocence. "Just enjoying the game."

As the game continued, you felt Sumin's knee brush against yours under the table. You didn't move away, neither did he. The contact sent a jolt of warmth through you, and you found it increasingly hard to focus on the game.

—————— 

One day, during the summer, after finals, you and your friends decided to go to the beach to enjoy the sun. You and Sumin walked side by side, setting up your towels and umbrella close to the water. 

As you played in the waves, your friends watched with knowing smiles. Liz grinned, looking at the two boys. ‘’I give them a month before one of them confesses.’’ 

You and Sumin splashed each other, laughing and chasing each other in the water. At one point, he sought you and tried to drown you. You shrieked and tried to do the same by pushing him, both laughing hard. 

You lay on your towels, the sun warming your skin. He turned his head to look at you, your eyes closed, a peaceful expression on your face. He felt a surge of feelings, his heart aching. As soon as you opened your eyes, he quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing at the idea that you caught him staring at you. 

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He parked his car in front of your house, his palms slightly sweaty as he waited. They had seen you dress up countless times before, as you went to numerous parties together, but tonight felt different for some reason. There was an unfamiliar knot in his stomach. He took a deep breath, exited his car, and walked to your door. Just as he was about to knock, the door swung open. 

You stood there, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. You wore a tight black dress and boots, your hair straightened and shiny. Your makeup was flawless, highlighting your eyes and lips in a way that made his heartbeat. 

‘’Hey Susu, ready to go?’’ You asked, a big smile plastered on your face. 

He blinked, trying to find his voice. ‘’Uh, yeah, ready.’’ He managed, his voice sounding higher than usual. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. ‘’You look…wow.’’ 

You tilted your head, a teasing glint in your eye. "Wow, huh? Is that all you've got?"

Sumin laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, you look amazing, y/n. Really."

You stepped closer, your perfume intoxicating him in ways he did not understand. "I know," you said with a playful smirk, enjoying his flustered reaction. "But it's nice to hear you say it."

Sumin swallowed hard, his eyes flickering over your face. "You always look good, but tonight... I mean, you just... you look stunning."

‘’Well, thank you,’’ you replied, your voice softening as you felt your cheeks flushing. 

You walked to his car together, and the air was tense. As you drove to Hyunwoo’s place, the car's silence was filled with excitement and nerves. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, taking in the way the streetlights plate off your features.

‘’So, are you looking forward to the party?’’ He asked, trying to make casual conversation as he turned the wheel to the right. 

‘’Definitely,’’ you said, turning to face him. ‘’It’s been a while since we all hung out like this. And Hyunwoo’s parties are always epic.’’ 

He chuckled, his shoulders relaxing a bit. ‘’Yeah, that guy sure knows how to throw a party.’’ 

You arrived at Hyunwoo’s place, music and laughter spilling into the night as his apartment window opened. You walked up to his apartment; inside, the party was in full swing. The host greeted you with a big smile and a drink ready in his hand. ‘’There you are! It took you long enough.’’ 

You chuckled, ‘’Good to see you too, Woo,’’ you entered his apartment. ‘’I had to make sure Susu didn’t get lost on the way.’’ You said, giving Sumin a little smile. 

They both chuckled, and you made your way to a corner of his living room, spotting Liz and Jinsik laughing on the couch. They both raised an eyebrow at the sight of your outfit. ‘’Wow, you look amazing,’’ Liz said, hugging you. 

‘’Thanks,’’ you replied, glancing at your best friend, who was still dazed. 

Jinsik noticed his friends’ flushed cheeks and clapped him on the back. ‘’You okay, man? You look a bit flushed,’’ he said, a knowing smile on his face. 

He nodded quickly, pursing his lips. "Yeah, I'm good. Just need a drink."

You made their way to the kitchen, where Sumin handed you a drink. You accepted it with a smile, your fingers brushing momentarily. The touch sent a shiver down his spine, and he hoped you didn't notice. You walked back into the living room, settling on the couch beside your friends. 

Hyunwoo told silly jokes, always as talkative as ever, when you recognized a tall girl arriving: Wonyoung. She was Liz’s and Hyunwoo’s friend from their major, but you rolled your eyes when you saw her coming. Her crush on Sumin was so obvious it was almost embarrassing. 

‘’Hey guys,’’ she said, her high voice echoing, as she gave a little hug to Liz before sitting beside Sumin, who was beside you. ‘’Hey, Sumin,’’ she greeted him, touching his arm slightly. ‘’I haven’t seen you in ages!’’

‘’Hey, Wonyoung,’’ Sumin replied, smiling politely. ‘’It’s been a while, yeah. How have you been?’’ 

As they talked, Wonyoung moved closer, her hand lingering on Sumin's arm. Your stomach tightened, and a wave of jealousy washed over you. You tried to ignore it, but it was becoming increasingly tricky as Wonyoung leaned in, laughing at something Sumin said. You felt your best friend’s eyes flicking to you quickly. You knew he had no interest in winning young whatsoever and was being his friendly and polite self, but you couldn’t help gripping your cup a little more challenging. 

Liz, standing next to you, noticed the shift in your demeanor. "You okay?" she whispered.

"Yeah, fine," you replied, forcing a smile. But your eyes betrayed you, fixed on how Wonyoung was practically draped over Sumin.

The conversation continued, and Wonyoung’s touchiness only increased. She laughed loudly, placing her hand on Sumin’s chest for emphasis. Your patience snapped. You couldn't take it anymore.

You grabbed Sumin’s arm and dragged him from the couch, not caring about how rude it was. Sumin looked surprised but allowed himself to be pulled away. You dragged him through the crowded room and into a quieter corner near the kitchen. 

‘’Wait, y/n. What are you doing?’’ He asked. 

You turned to face him, your heart pounding. You needed to devise a reason for dragging him away other than your jealousy. "I... uh, I just wanted to see if you wanted a drink," you said, grasping at straws. "The kitchen has some new stuff Hyunwoo got."

Sumin frowned, his brow furrowing. ‘’Y/n, what’s going on? You seemed upset back there."

You bit your lip, your eyes wandering, searching for another distraction. "Oh, did you see that game Hyunwoo set up? We should check it out."

As you were about to go near the beer pong table, Hyunwoo and a few of his friends settled; he grabbed your writs and pulled you towards him. ‘’Y/n, you're avoiding the question,’’ he said, his voice dropping slightly as he looked down at you. 

You looked up at him,  the proximity making your heart pound. You could feel your facade dropping. ‘’It’s nothing. I just... thought we could hang out alone for a bit,’’ you said, your voice soft. 

Sumin sighed, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Your heart ached at his sincerity. "I know, Sumin. It's just..." you trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Before you could devise another distraction, he leaned in and crashed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you quickly melted into the kiss, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. The kiss was intense, filled with all the unspoken emotions and tension that had been building between you. The kiss quickly deepened, and the world seemed to disappear around you. 

His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer as your lips moved together with urgency. You responded eagerly, holding him as if afraid to let go. There was so much tension between you. 

His heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning. He had dreamed of this moment for what felt like forever, and now that it was happening, it was better than he could have ever imagined. He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, eliciting a soft moan from you that made his blood run hot. 

You stumbled slightly as he backed you against the nearest wall, the excellent surface pressing into your back starkly contrasting the heat between you. The kiss grew even more passionate, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. You finally pulled back for air, both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. 

‘’Fuck,’’ he whispered, his voice rough and hoarse, as he squeezed your waist a bit. ‘’I’ve wanted this for so long.’’ 

Your lips curled into a smile as you locked eyes with him, and he slightly pulled away. ‘’Why did it take you so long?’’ 

Sumin sighed, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His fingers lingered on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "I don't know," he admitted. "I guess I was scared you might not feel the same way. Or I was a total coward,’’ you chuckled.

You rolled your eyes playfully, your hands still resting on his shoulders. "Man, you're such an idiot. I was so obvious about my feelings.’’

Sumin's eyes widened slightly, and he let out a breathless laugh. "Really? I thought I was imagining things. I didn't want to risk our friendship.’’

"Risk our friendship?" You repeated, shaking your head. "We've always been more than just friends, Susu. I thought you knew that.’’

Sumin's expression softened, his thumb gently tracing your jawline. "I guess I was blind.’’

‘’You were,’’ you said, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. He leaned faint your touch. "Well, now you know," you said softly. "And for the record, I've liked you for a long time, too."

Sumin's eyes lit up, a smile spreading across his face. "You have no idea how happy that makes me," he murmured, leaning in to kiss you again, this time slower and more tenderly. 

You heard someone clearing their throat beside you, and you pulled away. Jinsik, Liz, and Hyunwoo are watching you, wide grins plastered on their faces. 

‘’We were looking for you,’’ Hyunwoo said as he crossed his arm on his chest, a slight smirk on his face. ‘’But I guess we are interrupting something.’’ 

Liz put her hands on her hips, a smirk curling her lips. ‘’We had no reason to be worried then.’’ 

Jinsik laughed, pointing at you, still leaning against the wall, your cheeks flushed. "Looks like Sumin found something interesting to do.’’

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "Hilarious, guys.’’

"Oh, come on," Liz said, stepping closer and poking your arm. "You can't just disappear like that and not expect us to come looking. Especially when you dragged Sumin here.’’

He rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. "Okay, okay, you caught us. We were... talking.’’

"Talking, huh?" Hyunwoo said, waggling his eyebrows. "Is that what they're calling it these days?’’

Jinsik pretended to be scandalized, holding his hand over his heart. "In front of everyone, no less. Have you no decency?’’

You playfully swatted at Jinsik. "Oh, shut up. We were just—‘’

"Making up for lost time," Sumin finished, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Right, y/n?’’

You nodded, your smile widening. ‘’Exactly.’’

Liz sighed dramatically, leaning against Hyunwoo. "Well, it's about time. We've all been waiting for you two to figure it out.’’

Hyunwoo nodded, clapping Sumin on the back. "Seriously, man. We were starting to think you'd never make a move.’’

"Hey, it was mutual," you protested, looking at Sumin affectionately. "We both needed to figure things out.’’

"And now that you have," Jinsik said, "we expect much more PDA. This has been a long time coming.’’

"Not too much PDA," Liz warned, raising an eyebrow. "We still have to be able to look at you two without cringing.’’

Sumin laughed, taking your hand and pulling you close. "Don't worry; we'll keep it PG.’’

"Mostly," you added with a wink.

Your friends groaned in unison, but their smiles showed they were genuinely happy for you.

[brittscafe]

hiii, a while ago I saw that you did scenarios of the Bleach guys playing the spin the bottle game, could you do a second part but including tensa zangetsu and ichigo? take your time ♡ ^^

Yes of course! I also included Uryu, Kisuke, and Isshin! <3

Ichigo: His face becomes bright red, just like a tomato. He swallows a large gulp and gazes up at your face. His eyes glance down at your plump lips and he inches closer.

He's wanted to kiss you for awhile, but he's been very busy as a substitute soul reaper.

"Hey," Ichigo calls out with a gentle tone. You glance up at him and exhale shakily. "If you're not comfortable with this...then we won't kiss," Ichigo speaks softly and you nod your head.

"No, I want you to kiss you, Ichigo," you couldn't believe the words that just came out of your mouth. Ichigo's jaw slightly drops open and he lets out a tiny chuckle.

His soft hands brush over your cheeks and he cups them. Ichigo steps closer, closing the distance between you two and you squeeze your eyes shut.

His lips connect with yours and you slightly open your lips, deepening the kiss. Your hands cling to his torso and you steady yourself.

Ichigo slowly pulls away from you and lets out a deep, warm breath.

"Wow..." Orihime speaks up as her eyes glisten, earning laughter from everyone in the circle.

Uryu: "What?!" Uryu screams out as the bottle lands on him and you.

"You know the rules, Uryu. You have to," Ichigo points out, a smug smirk across his face. Uryu growls lowly and shoots Ichigo a harsh glare.

"Shut up," Uryu retorts harshly, walking over to you. You blink at him through your eyelashes and Uryu can't help his heart rapidly beating as you gaze at him.

He kneels down to you and grabs onto your shoulders firmly. Your eyes widen and your lips slightly part open. Uryu's eyes flicker down to your lips and he starts to lean in.

You inhale the sharp smell of his cologne and he stops halfway to your lips. You cock an eyebrow and twist your fingers into his jacket.

Uryu opens his mouth, to complain surely, but he can't. He groans, loudly, as you press your lips against his. Uryu runs his hands up and down your shoulders as the kiss starts out soft, slowly gaining passion.

Uryu returns the kiss eagerly, his glasses smashing up against both of your faces. You giggle against his lips and Uryu snaps away from you.

Tensa Zangestu: Warmth blossoms in your chest, sparks igniting as Zangestu leans in close. Your lips brush together, tentatively, for the first time. The smell of your perfume is dizzying, butterflies dancing in his stomach.

His lips impossibly soft against yours. Zangestu could feel the soft tickle of your breath beneath his nose, fingers carding through your hair as you breathed each other in.

You grip onto his shirt, stabling yourself as your mind starts to spiral. He pushes your hair back and nibbles on your bottom lip. A shiver runs down your spine and you pull away from him, needing a breath.

Zangestu's eyes glisten and he wears a comfortable, relaxed expression across his face.

"So, that's what the humans do for fun," Zangestu comments and you smile warmly.

"Sometimes," you nod your head and Zangestu dips his head down to your neck. His hot breath on your skin makes your whole body jolt.

"Then...I suggest we do it all the time," Zangestu whispers into your ear.

Kisuke: Yoruichi suggested the game as a way to pass time. God, how you wish she chose any other game to play. A wide smile forms along Kisuke's face as your heart rams against your chest.

"I win!" Kisuke cheers out, standing up and walking over to you. He grabs onto your hand and helps you onto your feet. Your stomach twists into uneasy knots and Yoruichi knits her eyebrows together.

"Win?" Yoruichi asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Of course I win, Yoruichi" Kisuke cheers out with excitement.

"How's that?" she asks, cocking an eyebrow.

"I get to kiss, y/n," Kisuke chimes out with a charming voice, focusing back on you. His hand gently grabs onto your jaw and pulls your face towards him.

Your eyes widen as he presses his soft lips against yours. Your whole body relaxes at his touch and you close your eyes. Kisuke's blonde hair tickles your forehead. His free hand glides across your body and butterflies form in your stomach.

Kisuke's tongue slides over your bottom lip and you moan against his lips. Kisuske chuckles slightly and pulls away from you. His nose rests against yours and you gaze up at him, without any words.

Isshin: You were both pretty sure this game was for teenagers, but it was too late to go back now. You were both sitting across each other on the couch, not daring to look at one another.

You were conflicted with your feelings and Isshin's. You couldn't kiss him, right? Misaka may be gone, but she still holds a deep part of Isshin's heart.

Little did you know that you also hold a part of Isshin's heart. Isshin glances over at you and every inch of his body feels like its on fire.

"Listen, we don't-" you start to speak, but Isshin's hand slaps down on your wrist and his lips are already on yours. His lips are warm and soft.

They slightly parted open, giving you the chance to slip your tongue inside. Your bodies press together, breathing heavily as your tongues go back and forth.

You could all eyes burning a hole into your soul, so you clear your throat and pull away from the toe curling kiss.

"It said kiss, not makeout," one of your friends speaks up and you lower your head, chewing on your bottom lip. Isshin lets out a tiny chuckle and rubs the back of his head.

[indecentpause]

Happy STS! How are the chores divided among your cast? Is there a person who prefers to do the dishes or someone who will do anything to get out of doing dishes?

oooh this is an excellent question! here's the people who live with partners or roommates:

Danny and Meara share a small one bedroom, and they treat it kind of like a dorm with a built in kitchen and bathroom. they take turns doing dishes but Meara HATES it because his parents always made him clean up after everyone in the house when he was growing up, so sometimes when he's having a bad brain day Danny will hop in and take care of it. (they don't have a dishwasher, they have to do them in the sink by hand). they both love cooking! Danny is REALLY GOOD at Iranian and other Middle Eastern cuisine (he learned from his parents growing up and it is his comfort food), and Meara is really good at American style vegan food. so depending on what they want to eat they take turns! Danny is learning how to bake and he's teaching Meara how to make the best possible cup of coffee.

they each do their own laundry. sometimes Meara will take Danny's to the laundromat too, because Danny works so early the times line up better for Meara to get there more easily.

they each are responsible for their own things and messes around the apartment. there's not a lot of space so they have to make sure things stay organized and clean.

Josselin and Frankie do their best to split chores, but it's not always even. Josselin tries REALLY HARD to help with dishes, but he can't stand the feeling of sponges or scrubbies and hates having rubber cleaning gloves. he'll do it but his skin will crawl for an hour afterward. so Frankie mostly does that. they do laundry together; they pack it up in bags and go down to the laundromat and take those few hours to play card games and talk about things going on in their lives.

Josselin handles all the cat stuff: food and water, litterbox, clipping her nails, etc. Familiar is super friendly and sweet but when it comes to brushes and nail clippings she only wants Josselin to do it. she'll wriggle and yell when Frankie tries, lol, and while they both adore Familiar, she came with Josselin when they moved in together, so Josselin considers it his responsibility to do all the cleaning and care for her. he simply said upon them moving in together, 'she's my cat, I'll take care of her.' and that was that!

Frankie does grocery shopping, because Josselin has food safety issues due to growing up on the road and often having to eat food that had gone past its prime, not enough to cause anything serious but there have definitely been some stomachaches in the past. since his budget allows it he only gets food from a few specific restaurants/bakeries/etc that he trusts, where he knows at least one of the people in the kitchen, so he always has takeout or a walk in walk out order. he doesn't often actually eat in the restaurant because a lot of the time it's too loud, but during slower times (like between lunch and dinner) he likes to go on dates to restaurants with Meara or Frankie. :)

Morgan and Josephine love to cook together! their mealtimes are sacred, from the moment they turn on the stove to until the last dish is clean, it's time just for them. they can't do this every night due to schedule misalignment, but they do it whenever they can. they go grocery shopping together, especially at import markets. they love Indian and soul food! Josephine learned it from her dad growing up (her dad is Black and grew up in Georgia before he moved to Illinois with his parents as a teenager, and her mom was Indian, but she had some really bad mental health problems and would often disappear for days at a time and one day just didn't come back. but her mom's family was still really involved with Josephine because she was so little and she and her dad needed the support). and Morgan will eat anything once; he's very adventurous. Josephine bakes and decorates as a hobby, so there's always treats around.

Morgan and Josephine go to the laundromat together but Morgan does all the cleaning stuff, and Josephine folds. Morgan thinks the way Josephine sets up laundry is too messy, but she worked in a department store in high school so she knows how to fold stuff really nicely. Morgan does sweeping and mopping because he's much more efficient, and Josephine keeps the bathroom clean.

thank you so much for the question!! it was really fun :D

[mayisgoingnuts]

HSHSHSHS

Streber then explains that he really doesn't know despite Kevin being a bit anxious due to the sudden shift in tone. But Streber is now speaking in a normal tone, so Kevin just decides not to question it the best he can.

It then skips to when Kevin is back at his house. Ethan and Streber happen to be visiting, and they are all playing a rather fun game of cards together. This goes one for a little bit. But then Streber leaves to go and get something, leaving Ethan and Kevin alone.

Kevin then tries asking Ethan if he knows anything about any murders at a construction site after debating over it internally. To which Ethan replies in a cold tone similar to Strebers earlier, "**Of course not.**" Ethan then adds in a normal tone, "..well, not that I know of. How come you're asking?"

Kevin decides to brush it off, and just changes his mind about asking Ethan after Streber comes back.

The next day, Kevin decides he wants to be a good friend, so he heads back over to the construction site after asking Streber what exactly he lost over text. Streber apparently lost something simple—a vampire doll. Nothing much. So Kevin figures it'll be somewhat easy to tell if he finds it. But he already sees Streber down in the site, and he appears to have already gone looking himself.

Kevin calls out to Streber, and Streber finally notices them. The two have a friendly conversation, and Kevin explains that he had gone to try and search for it, but that they could probably look for it together now. So the two do, at least after Streber thanks him for what he was trying to do.

After searching for a bit, Streber calls out to Kevin, and shows Kevin that he found the doll. But it was stuck beneath a bunch of other heavy things. Kevin weakly tries to get it out, but everything is so heavy to the point where he can't get it out. This goes on for a few minutes, but Kevin just can't do it.

Not wanting to inconvenience Kevin any further, Streber tells Kevin to just rest for a bit there while he went back to his already not far away house to go and get something that'll make it easier to get the doll out. Streber leaves, and Kevin just sits there.

After sitting there, Kevin then notices what looks to be a newspaper. So curiously, he takes it and begins reading off of it. He then discovers to his horror that the newspaper is talking about the apparent murder ag the construction site he's been wanting to hear about. Apparently, some random person was killed and dismembered by four people right at that very site, and they still weren't able to find one of the arms of the said person who died.

Kevin continues to read, but he hears something from behind him. He then sees Streber, who has seemingly come back, carrying a shovel. Kevin screams because of the way Streber has it all raised up seemingly for no apparent reason. Streber is of course shocked, and tries to calm the startled Kevin down. He explains that he was just trying to hand it to him, and this calms down Kevin a little. By now, Kevin has thrown the newspaper off to the side as not to alarm Streber.

So Streber begins searching with the shovel, and after a bit, he manages to get the vampire doll out. Now happy, the two decide that they can finally head back to their homes.

A few scenes later(and after another encounter with Richard), it's time for the night of the festival. Kevin, Ethan and Streber of course begin to head to the area the festival is at. And of course, they have fun. They eat food, they play games, etc. They also run into Richard, but thats not important. A bit of a traditional dance is performed by Ross on the stage(for every year, they get a different person to do it, and for some reason, Ross is doing it this time.), and Ross does a strangely good job.

If one of them or BOTH of them died or they killed such person I am going to your house/j

Also GO ROSS GO MY BOY🗣🗣