#and while it's not going to be your usual fight

[xhyjin]

fights with toji! weren’t a common occurrence in your relationship with him, but when they did happen, you often found yourself shutting down—completely avoiding and ignoring his presence. you’ll admit it was a childish and selfish thing to do. “you should talk to him about your feelings” is what you tell yourself all the time, but you keep doing it, and it isn’t your fault! this is how you cope, and you can’t change it.

at first, he doesn’t really notice that you’re ignoring him. it had been a day since you two argued about a petty incident—him leaving the toilet seat up, causing you to fall into it late at night when you were too half-asleep to notice. he called it a “dumb thing to be mad about” and said there was “no need to argue,” but this had been your last nerve. you didn’t want to argue in the middle of the night, but you also didn’t want pajamas that were wet from toilet water, so you just walked off and changed into a different pair while he went back to bed, thinking everything was fine.

it was not.

he woke up, noticing you weren’t in bed. it wasn’t unusual, but it was definitely rare, you’re not a morning person and only wake up early when you have plans for the day. he shrugged it off and continued with his day, walking into the kitchen to see you making breakfast “good morning, princess,” he greeted, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. you didn’t answer, and he still didn’t notice, instead resting his full weight on you and inhaling your scent before letting go and heading to the couch to scroll on his phone.

you were mad at him, yes, but you still made him breakfast. he should probably hope you didn’t mix toilet water with his coffee, but you weren’t that petty. still, he didn’t notice. instead of talking about your plans for the day like usual, the two of you ate in silence. the more he didn’t notice, the more upset you got. he didn’t even notice the evident pout on your face! or the shift in the air between you two—a thick tension that, somehow, only you could feel.

it wasn’t until the middle of the day that, while you two were watching a movie, or at least he was, that you found yourself teetering on the edge of the couch, about to fall off as you sulked. you weren’t even mad about the whole toilet seat situation, but rather the fact that he hadn’t noticed you were ignoring him! you had enough and stood up, intending to go to your shared bedroom to sulk, but as you walked by him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on top of him.

"you done being upset, baby?" he asks. so he did know, you think to yourself. he doesn't even let you answer before connecting his lips to yours in a passionate, yet playful kiss. he bites your bottom lip, causing you to squeal and pull away, and when you do, you see a smirk on his handsome face that makes you want to smack it off. "i'm sorry, baby. i promise not to leave the seat up again, and i'm sorry that because of my inconsideration, you fell into the toilet."

you sigh, looking away from his gaze as you sit on his lap, his arms wrapped securely around your waist so you can’t escape even if you wanted to. “come on, baby, please?” he pleads, reaching for your face and turning your chin toward him. his eyebrows are furrowed with a needy look as he asks, “do you want me to sit on the toilet with the seat up? would that make us even?” almost desperate, he suggests. at that moment, you finally smile and nod, half joking and half agreeing. “oh, my princess is back,” he sighs in relief once you stop ignoring him, making you giggle. you lay your head on his chest as he kisses your head all over.

[03jyh23]

༘⋆mon's 500 followers special.ᐟ.ᐟ 500-word prompt roulette⟢

☕️┆more than just coffee

kim hongjoong x gn! reader

│synopsis: the one where hongjoong finally makes a move

│genre: fluff

│trigger warnings: none

│roulette prompt 4 + hongjoong

You were sprawled across the sofa in Hongjoong's studio. Being his best friend meant regular visits to his studio were mandatory - especially when armed with his favorite iced coffee. Though if anyone asked you, the coffee was just a bonus - you were the real gift, a fact you never failed to remind him whenever he pretended to be annoyed by your surprise appearances.

"...and the deadline is in two days! TWO DAYS! How am I supposed to finish this track when the company keeps changing their mind about the direction?" Hongjoong ran his fingers through his blue hair, sprawling on his chair.

You watched him with a small smile playing on your lips, finding his passionate rant endearing. His dedication to his work was one of the things you admired most about him.

Mid-rant, he caught your expression and stopped abruptly. "What?" he asks as your smile only widens, making him suddenly self-conscious. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

You smile. "You're just really cute when you talk."

Hongjoong's face flushes a deep red, and he quickly spins his chair back to face his computer screen. "I-I'm not cute," he mutters, but you can see the tips of his ears turning pink. "And stop distracting me, I need to work."

You got up from the sofa. "Alright, if you really want me to go..." you tease as you take your bag.

Hongjoong's head snaps up immediately, his eyes widening. "Wait, no - I didn't mean..." He trails off, looking torn between his work and not wanting you to leave. "Just... stay a bit longer? Please?"

"Only if you'll agree that you are cute," you say as you come close to him, ruffling his blue fringe. It always surprised you how he maintained his hair so soft while bleaching it at least twice a month. He takes your wrist, his eyes searching yours. "I don't want you thinking I'm cute," he almost whispers, tone suddenly serious as the atmosphere changes. "Y/N... do you really see me only as your cute friend?"

Your heart skips a beat at his question, at the intensity in his gaze as he still holds your wrist. The playful atmosphere from moments ago has shifted into something charged with unspoken feelings. You open your mouth to answer, but the words catch in your throat.

"What do you mean?" you ask softly, though your racing heart tells you that you know exactly what he means.

Hongjoong's grip on your wrist loosens, but he doesn't let go. His thumb traces small circles on your skin, "I mean... when you look at me, when you come here with coffee and make me laugh even on my worst days, when you stay despite my workaholic tendencies... what do you feel?"

You let out an awkward laugh, the sound coming out more like a puff of air than anything else. Your heart is thundering in your chest.

"I..." you start, trying to find the right words while fighting the urge to deflect with humor like you usually do. Your palms are sweaty, and you're terrified of ruining years of friendship with what you might say next. "I come here because..." you pause, swallowing hard. "Because I like being around you, you’re my best friend..." The last part comes out barely above a whisper, and you can't quite meet his eyes.

Hongjoong's hands tighten slightly around your wrist, and you can feel him tense at your words. "Best friend," he repeats, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. "Fuck it," he mutters, rising from his chair abruptly. Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls you closer, leaving barely any space between you. His eyes flicker to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "Maybe this will change your mind," he whispers, and before you can process what's happening, he closes the remaining distance.

His lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, soft and hesitant at first, as if he's giving you a chance to pull away. But when you respond by sliding your hands up to his shoulders, he deepens the kiss, one hand moving to cup your face while the other wraps around your waist.

You pull back, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. "Well," you say with a nervous laugh, "I don't remember this being in the friendship contract. Did we miss a clause somewhere?"

Hongjoong rolls his eyes, giving you a light push. "Really? That's what you're going with right now?" He drops back into his chair, crossing his arms with an exaggerated pout. "Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you make dad jokes."

"It's part of my charm," you say, but your voice wavers slightly, still affected by the kiss.

"You're impossible," he mutters, but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching, fighting a smile.

"I like you too," you blurt out suddenly, making Hongjoong freeze. "And not just as a friend. I... I've liked you for a while now."

His eyes light up, a genuine smile breaking across his face. "Yeah?" he asks softly, reaching for your hand.

"Yeah," you confirm, intertwining your fingers with his. "Though I have to warn you, the coffee deliveries might get more expensive now that we're dating."

Hongjoong's eyebrows shoot up, and he gives you an incredulous look. "Oh, so we're dating now? Just like that?" He leans back in his chair with an amused smirk. "I don't remember being asked on a proper date yet. The audacity!"

You laugh, squeezing his hand. "Are you saying you want me to woo you, Kim Hongjoong?"

"I'm just saying," he says with an exaggerated sniff, "that a person of my caliber deserves at least a proper dinner invitation before being claimed as someone's boyfriend."

"Fine," you say, rolling your eyes fondly. "Kim Hongjoong, would you like to go on a date with me? Maybe somewhere that serves better coffee than what I bring you?"

His face breaks into that bright smile you love so much. "Now was that so hard?" he teases, pulling you closer. "And for the record, no coffee tastes better than the ones you bring me."

You pull him into another kiss, softer this time, filled with all the unspoken feelings you've held back for so long. When you finally break apart, you rest your forehead against his, both of you wearing matching grins. "So, about that date..." you start, but Hongjoong's already reaching for his coat.

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[reignpage]

ok ok sorry for my greedy ass asking another question BUT BUt (also ik u answered a similar question but this one’s just slightly different 😞) how would the jjk men react if someone was being very pushy or like shameless abt hitting on reader(s) like im curious abt who would immediately throw hands or something 😭

Gojo:

He doesn't throw hands. He does verbally bully someone tho. "Oh hey, glad to see you so happy, dude. Was worried that your dad's business going bankrupt would dampen your mood but I love the commitment to the vibeeee" + "oh I freaking love that shirt. you wear it everyday but it's still just as good as when you bought it 3 years ago niceee"

He trusts goth!reader to look after herself because she has a sharp tongue too and he's not insecure enough to be all macho macho, but he does get worried Goth!reader will leave him lol so he says embarrassing things more to let reader know not to date a brokie like him or something

Geto:

He knows reader would feel extremely uncomfortable but wouldn't be able to speak up for herself so he gets angry. If it's in the studio, they're being kicked out, even mid session. If it's anywhere else, he'll put his martial art skills to use and bend their arm back and shove them or something. But then he'll have to thoroughly wash his hands and he takes a while to calm down.

Choso:

Stands behind them and tries to intimidate with his emo energy. Usually works but he never needs to do much more than that because reader takes care of herself. She's a lot scarier than he could ever be

Toji:

Does not hesitate to lay a punch. Big guy like him just needs to stand to his full height and cross his arms to get those muscles bulging and yeah the dude's scurrying away

Nanami:

Lectures them about consent and proper etiquette. Could fight tho if they're very persistent and aggressive. He's built af

Sukuna:

He'll destroy them. Touch her and he's breaking your fingers. Then he'll buy out the loser's parents business, or drive up their mortgage/rent, gets them fired, blacklisted from whatever industry they do, maybe even plants evidence for drug use or embezzlement. It's slow and sweet. Even years later when they're all old and he thinks Sukuna's forgotten....he has not. He'll get his kid arrested for every little thing, if they so much as litters, they're in prison. If he winds up on reddit, he'll somehow make it so that it looks like he was inciting violence and spread hate speech/terrorism on the platform.

[stringofswineteeth]

I feel like its also worth mentioning that some people take "this pain is unpleasant and distracting" to mean they should say something between 10-an absurd number. So doctors assume you are exaggerating and any number you give they tend to assume is too high.

If you deal with a lot of pain so you get used to masking. Or you don't show your pain the same because of something like autism, you will be taken less seriously. The assumption is that if you are in enough pain, you will scream and cry even though some people just go silent.

I usually straight up say I'm not playing their number game because it doesn't make sense to me, then let them know I both have difficulty perceiving and expressing what I'm experiencing, so they need to assume my pain is worse than I make it sound, not better.

Also, keep in mind that doctors aren't required to do continued learning, and the culture of medical spaces encourages superstition, stereotype and bias. Meaning women and black people will be taken less seriously for pain. People with mental health history will be assumed hysterical and anxious. People with dyed hair or who stink might be assumed drug seekers.

If you come across rude or pushy they are less likely to believe or want to help you. If they are older especially, but really anyone, the lack of continued education means they might be working with outdated information, so be prepared with up to date information on your pre-existing conditions.

Medical school is traumatic, and working in medicine is stressful, so a lot of your doctors will be very sensitive and on edge. It's important not to make them feel like their authority or intelligence is being questioned. You can be patient, understanding, and appreciative of their expertise while still making it clear you live in your body and therefore know yourself best.

This doesn't mean doctors can't or don't want to help you, but it's important to understand what you are fighting against so you can better be prepared and get taken more seriously. It's not great that we have to be so responsible for our own advocacy, but when living in an imperfect system, you need to be aware of how to work with it.

My face is having uncontrollable spasms. Great. It hurts really, really, really bad.

I think part of why I have trouble explaining pain to the doctor is when they ask about the pain scale I always think “Well, if someone threw me down a flight of stairs right now or punched me a few times, it would definitely hurt a lot more” so I end up saying a low number. I was reading an article that said that “10” is the most commonly reported number and that is baffling to me. When I woke up from surgery with an 8" incision in my body and I could hardly even speak, I was in the most horrific pain of my life but I said “6” because I thought “Well, if you hit me in the stomach, it would be worse.”

[insidekatmind]

Deal-Cho Sang-Woo

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

Cho Sang-Woo didn't feel guilty about ending the lives of most of his teammates. While Gi-Hun, his childhood friend, had shown a sense of compassion and had given up the money he had won to donate it to the families of the dead players., Sang-woo wasn't happy that he gave up the money, causing him to lose too.. The next months were filled with attempts to regain his financial stability, but he failed, as usual. That was until he received a card, the same one that had invited him to the ‘Squid Game’ a year ago.

This card was different. It was black, with golden figures unlike anything he had ever seen. Sang-Woo studied it, wondering whether it was worth reaching out to them again. His desperation pushed him to make the call. What they offered him left him in disbelief: they didn’t want him as a player, but as a guard. The message explained that he had been under secret surveillance by the organizers and that they believed he was suited to participate in the game from the other side, in the highest rank.

Sang-Woo returned to the island, now in a new role:his mask bearing the symbol of a square. Everything had changed. He had access to things he never had before. As the games began, he couldn’t help but notice Player 424:you. Sang-Woo was sure that you were destined to win these games.

It was a night like any other, and you, like everyone else, were condemned to live in constant fear and hope. The games of Squid Game had turned each day into a fight for survival. Yet, that evening something strange was happening. When they were escorting you to the bathroom, one of the guards stopped you and ordered the others to leave you alone.

You had never seen this particular guard before, but his appearance left no doubt: he was one of the highest-ranking, with the square mask indicating his position. His face was emotionless, but you knew he wasn’t there for a simple check-up.

"424," he said, his voice filtered through the mask, as the bathroom door closed behind you. "We need to talk."

His words hit you like a sudden blow. The tone was authoritative, but also curious. It wasn’t a request; it was an order. You felt vulnerable, but also trapped in the situation. You had no choice but to listen.

"You’re not like the others," he continued, his voice now harder. "I’ve been watching your behavior. Your determination. I... I can help you."

He paused for a moment, as though weighing every word he was about to say. You, unsure of what to expect, waited in silence, trying not to show your fear.

"These games aren’t just a test of survival," he finally said. "They’re a test of corruption. And I’m willing to make you win, if you accept my conditions. You just need to follow the rules. Because this time, those inside the game can also control it."

His gaze, hidden behind the mask, seemed even more threatening. You knew this proposal wasn’t free; something was about to change drastically. You had heard stories of alliances, betrayals, and deceptions, but never of someone willing to put everything on the line like this. Your life, as always, depended on a decision.

"Do you accept?" he asked, his voice low and relentless.

It was a difficult choice, but you knew this could be your only way to win. The question hung in the air, and you, aware that time was not on your side, answered in your own way, ready to find out just how far you'd go in the heart of the game.

You look at the guard in surprise. "What do you want in return?" you whisper. The guard's gaze was fixed on your face. Even though you couldn't see his expression through the mask, you could feel his satisfaction with your immediate question.

He moves closer to you, touching your lip with his thumb.“Nothing but your total loyalty.” He replied in a firm but calm voice. "Total obedience." he continues to say as he continues to play with your lip “and you give me pleasure ” he whispers possessively.

Before you has the opportunity to respond, he grabs you by the hips and pushes you against the sink. He was now standing in front and between your legs, bringing his body even closer to yours. You could feel his heat through his clothes, as his gaze remained glued onto your face.Sang-woo leans down and whispers in your ear. "You'll do what I say and I will get you out of this game. Simple enough to understand."

You nod at his words. "To be clear, what do you mean by 'that I have to give you pleasure'?" you whisper. He chuckles at your question, still having your body pinned down against the sink. "I like how your mind works right away." He starts to play with the hem of your shirt, his fingers lightly brushing against the skin of your abdomen.

His voice was barely a whisper, but you could feel the heat of his breath against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine."When I say that you have to give me pleasure, I mean every type of pleasure I decide." He runs his nose across your neck, breathing you in.

He lifts his mask.Sang-woo slowly starts placing soft kisses along your jawline, moving his lips to your ear, his touch leaving a trail of hot, tingles on your skin. He takes your earlobe into his mouth, licking and biting lightly before continuing to whisper."You'll give me anything I want. Any type of pleasure I need." He says against your ear, his words both a statement and a demand.He moves backwards, giving you a little space. You could see his eyes staring at you from behind the mask. He reaches up and slowly starts to lift the mask from his face.

You're left speechless for a moment, as you see his face for the first time. He's beautiful, there is no denying it. His features are sharp, yet oddly delicate. He has soft brown eyes that are staring at you with such intensity that you feel frozen in place, his gaze pinning you down more than his body ever had.

Sang woo reaches for your chin, making you look up at him. He slowly presses his thumb against your lip, almost like he was trying to memorize the feel of your skin. "Do we have a deal then?"

He asks slowly, his voice now clearer without the mask.Sang-woo leans his face down even closer, his eyes fixed on yours. He looks almost predatory, but you can also feel a hint of excitement within his gaze.His hand was still holding your chin and he gently caresses your cheek, his touch unexpectedly tender.

“Yes,” you whisper, looking at him, taking in his face. He nods, still looking at you intently. A small sly smirk appears on his lips as he hears your agreement.

"Good," he says, his voice still a low, husky whisper.He runs his hand down your neck, his fingers trailing over your collarbone and down your chest. His touch is light but possessive, as if he was marking you as his property.Sang-woo moves even closer to you, his body pressing against yours.His hand is on your side now, slipping under your shirt and against your skin. You can feel the heat of his touch as he starts to move further up."I'm going to enjoy having you." he whispers, his voice a mix of excitement and satisfaction.His lips brush against your neck again, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

You moan softly and cling to him. He hums against your neck in response, feeling your hands holding onto him. He seems pleased with your reaction and becomes even more bold, his kisses turning into soft, gentle bites along your skin. His hand that was on your torso moves even higher, sliding over your stomach and then back down, his touch leaving a trail of tingles on your skin he explores your body.

His fingers dig into your waist, his grip on you tightening as he pulls you even closer. His body is flush against yours, the heat of his skin mixing with yours.He continues to kiss and bite along your neck and jawline, each touch leaving you even more breathless. He starts moving lower, his mouth tracing a path down from your neck to your collarbone, and then down to your chest.

He pushes your shirt up a bit as his lips find the exposed skin. He pauses to look at you, his eyes now dark with desire. He then moves back to your neck, his teeth gently biting your earlobe before he speaks."My pretty thing..." he whispers, the possessive tone clear in his voice. He pushes a leg between yours, his thigh pressing against you.

You moan again looking at him. He can see the lust in your eyes as he looks back at you, his own gaze equally intense. His leg is still pressed between yours, and he leans in to whisper in your ear again."You like this, don't you? The way I touch you, the way I claim you as mine?" He says, his voice a low, gruff purr against your skin.

You nod, your breath catching in your throat as he presses closer, his body fully against yours. His thigh presses against you even more, and he chuckles softly at your reaction."Good," he whispers, his hand sliding up to your jaw, turning your face towards his. "Because I'm going to take you completely. Every inch of you."

You moan, clinging to him even tighter. He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, demanding kiss. His hand grips your chin tightly as he kisses you hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth. His body presses against you even tighter, his thigh still rubbing against you.

You moan into the kiss, moving your hips for more friction. He feels your movement, and he growls against your lips, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. Sang-woo moves his hand down towards your hip, gripping you possessively and guiding your movements. He wants you desperate and needy against him.

His kiss becomes rougher, his tongue teasing yours, as he pushes you more firmly against the sink. With every movement of your hips, he increases the pressure between your legs, his own arousal growing. He breaks the kiss, panting against your mouth."You're mine," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "All mine."

"Yours, all yours" you murmur near his lips and then kiss him again. He kisses you back hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hand moves up your thigh. His grip on you tightens, his fingers digging into your skin possessively, as he presses you even harder against the sink.

"That's right," he growls against your lips. "You're mine, and I'm going to take you every way I want." He starts to push your shirt up, wanting to feel more of your skin against his. His hand skims over your hip and then moves to your stomach, his touch light but confident. He continues to kiss you, his mouth moving down to your neck, and then your shoulders as he starts to undress you even more.

He finally pulls away, his gaze roaming over your body, taking in every inch as if he was claiming it as his own. His breathing is heavy, his eyes still filled with desire."You're beautiful," he whispers, his hands tracing over your body, his touch possessive and firm. "So soft, so mine."

He pushes you against the wall, pinning you there with his body. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks."I'm going to own every part of you," he growls, his voice low and rough. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget who you belong to."

He pulls down your sweatpants and panties and then pulls down his sweatpants and boxers and then enters you and grunts seeing how tight you were. He pauses for a moment, feeling how tight you were. He gently grabbed your ribs with his strong waist and strong touch. He pressed hard against your body and his breathing became heavier. His lips left your ears and moved to your neck and shoulders. He moved away from your neck and rested his head on your cheek. you can feel it.

Sang-woo whispers "Mine" and his hand squeezes tighter around your ribs. "All mine" he mumbles again and he starts kissing your neck while continuing to move with you. You moan, scratching his back from the pleasure you were feeling. "So good".

“Mmm,” he hums softly at the feeling of your nails scratching his back. He lifts his head from your neck, wanting to look at your face.His eyes dark and lustful as he stares at you, taking in the expression on your face as he continues to move rough with you."You're so good to me," he whispers. "So perfect."

You moan softly and look up at him before capturing your lips with his. He deepens the kiss, his hand sliding up to your face as he kisses you back hungrily. He pushes closer to you, pinning you against the wall as he continues to move with you. His body feels hot and strong against yours, and his grip is tight and possessive.

Sang-woo pulls away slightly, his lips hovering near your ear. His breathing is heavy, and he can't help but let out a soft moan, his enjoyment obvious."You're so good," he whispers. "So sweet."His hand slides from your face down to your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he continues to move.

“I’m coming” you whisper looking at him. He looks at you, his eyes dark and intense, and his grip on you tightens.

"Come for me," he whispers, his voice a low, rough growl against your ear. "Let me feel how good you are." He starts to move a more faster, his body pressing against yours."That's it," he whispers. "You're doing so well for me."

You moan and he comes, clinging to him more. Sango woo pushed himself two more times and came inside you. He let out a low moan as he finally let go, his body trembling against yours.Sang-woo held you close, his face burying in your neck. His breathing was ragged, and he leaned into you, his grip on you still tight.“You’re amazing,” he murmured against your skin. “Absolutely perfect.”

You give a lazy smile resting your head on his chest. "May I know your name?" You murmur softly. He hums softly, his hand slowly moving up and down your back.

"It's Cho Sang-woo," he says softly, a slight smile on his lips. "But you can call me Sangwoo." He gently lifts your head up so that you're looking at him.

"And what's your name, darling?" he asks, his voice now softer and a bit more tender. “Y/N” you reply softly.

"Y/N," he repeats softly, as if testing it on his lips. "That's a pretty name."

He reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear."I want to hear you say my name, Y/N," he whispers, his eyes dark and intense as they locked with yours. "Can you do that for me, darling?" he continues, his voice low and seductive. "Say my name, just like I'm yours."

You nod softly looking at him. “Sang-woo,” you whisper. He hums, a satisfied smile playing on his lips."That's it." he murmurs, his fingers tracing lightly along your jawline. "Good girl. I like the way my name sounds on your lips."

[maroonshirt81]

if you're still doing trope requests-- carcar/soulmates/meet ugly??

maybe i took "carcar" a little too literally here.

thanks for the request! <3

___

Oscar was on his way home after an exhausting day at work when he felt it.

The unmistakable, magnetic pull.

He knew exactly what it was—had been prepared for it his entire life—but that didn’t stop it from hitting him like a freight train. One second, he was driving normally, and the next, he was swerving in the middle of the road. Fighting against it was harder than he expected, but he was pretty sure he’d managed to stay on his side of the lane divider.

Not that it mattered.

Because whoever was on the other end of this pull had clearly felt it too—and unlike Oscar, they hadn’t reacted fast enough. A second later, a car slammed into his side, metal screeching against metal, the sound sharp enough to make every hair on his body stand on end.

With a sigh, he eased his car to a stop in the middle of the road, completely ignoring the chorus of honking that erupted behind him. They could go around. It wasn’t like this was some catastrophic crash—thank rush hour traffic for that.

When the road was clear, he slipped out of his car, drawn forward by the pull like a compass needle locked onto its destination—until he came face to face with the inevitable result of this fated encounter. And while accidents like this weren’t exactly uncommon, thanks to magnetic soulmate bonds, it was just Oscar’s luck that the car he had crashed with was a stunning, bright red Ferrari F40.

And clambering out of it was a gorgeous, well-dressed man with thick, shampoo-commercial hair, who didn’t spare a single glance at Oscar—the person he must have felt the same magnetic pull toward. Instead, he was tearing at his perfect hair, muttering, “No, no, no, no, no!” over and over.

Then, as if suddenly remembering Oscar existed, he spun around, wide eyes locking onto him in pure devastation, and wailed, “Why?”

“Um…” Oscar started, but apparently, his soulmate wasn’t done yet.

“Why of all days, today? Mate, I usually drive a Golf! You could not choose any other day to crash into me? I borrowed this car! Lando is going to kill me!”

“Technically, you crashed into me,” Oscar pointed out. With a queasy feeling, he noticed a crowd gathering around them, phones out and pointed—mostly at the Ferrari, but some were definitely filming this disaster of a first meeting as well.

His soulmate let out a sort of garbled, incredulous laugh, running a hand down his face.

“Please! I drive cars for at least ten years longer than you!” the terribly gorgeous man said, gesturing at Oscar’s entire being. “How long do you have your license? Are you even old enough to drive yet? No way this is my fault!”

Accompanying the magnetic pull was now another feeling Oscar was not very familiar with: hot, seething rage.

“Mate! Are you blind or what?” he asked. “Look at the lane marking. You’re clearly over the line!”

“I hope you have good insurance!” the infuriating man continued, not even glancing at the road. “Do you have any idea how expensive this car is?”

Oscar was speechless for a moment.

This asshole could not possibly be his actual soulmate, right? He was still feeling the pull, though, so someone around here had to be. Subtly, he glanced past the dramatically wailing man, scanning the gathered crowd. Maybe it was someone behind him?

“So what is it—car insurance or soulmate insurance?”

Oscar tuned back into the conversation.

“I have both,” he said, shrugging.

“Good, at least you are not a complete idiot!” the guy huffed. He had moved on from tearing at his hair to gnawing at his nails.

The rage in the pit of Oscar’s stomach burned even hotter. He glanced at the Ferrari.

Maybe it was the car.

Maybe Oscar was an objectophile or whatever it was called, and he was soulmates with the car! It would make sense. He had always been a car guy, and this one was without a doubt a very sexy car.

Please, God, let it be the car.

“Ah!” His not-soulmate suddenly perked up as blue lights flashed behind them. A police car had pulled up, its sirens flicking off as it stopped at the scene. Someone in the crowd must have called them.

Two officers stepped out, slowly circling the Ferrari with expressions like they’d just stumbled onto a particularly bloody murder scene.

“Well, fuck,” one of them muttered when they reached not-soulmate’s side. “Damn shame, that.”

“Yes. Rookies on the road,” Oscar’s soul-enemy sighed while both policemen shook their heads as if they were gathered before an open grave.

Yep. That was it.

Oscar was going to sue fate herself.

*****

[alaia777]

omg i got sooo excited when i saw this event on ur pinned post, also congrats on 200 eeeee u deserve it! >w< could i pleasee ask for "i want to marry you." with shido? like just chilling with him and then him saying it out of nowhere and we're so confused becuz there is not one serious bone in that mans body LOL, but ofc you can do a different scenario, i think anything u write will be adorbs<333

sorry for my bad english btw :3

hellooo, thank you so so much :’)))) i love your idea so much omg! i hope you like it, and also your english is perfect, don’t worry!!!

the living room floor was a mess of pillows and blankets, the aftermath of your boyfriend’s relentless begging for you to wrestle with him. you had other ways you would’ve preferred to spend your afternoon, but you gave in—mostly because you loved him, but also because you knew he needed to burn off some energy.

he didn’t take it seriously, of course. he never did. instead of an actual match, it turned into him picking you up, tossing you onto the couch, and carrying you around the room while laughing like a maniac. you didn’t even try to fight back in the end, just letting him have his fun.

now, after all that, the two of you were sprawled across the couch and floor, tangled up in the blankets, watching some comedy you had picked out. if he had chosen, it would’ve been something violent and disturbing—probably something that would make you question his taste in movies.

you could see him from the corner of your eye, stealing glances your way every few minutes. it was only a matter of time before he came up with some ridiculous idea—he always did.

last time, he had turned to you completely serious and asked if you two could try communicating telepathically for a whole day. before that, it was if you’d be willing to fake your own deaths and run away together “just to see if we could pull it off.”

but nothing could have prepared you for what he was about to say next.

“i want to marry you.”

for a few seconds—seconds that felt like an eternity for him—all you could do was stare, your mind scrambling to process his words. you searched his face for any hint of mischief, any telltale smirk that would give away a joke, but there was nothing.

no teasing glint in his eyes. no sly grin.

just him, watching you intently, waiting.

“like, right now?”

it’s the first thing that leaves your lips, and honestly—really? that’s what you go with? of all the things you could say, of all the ways you could respond to something this huge, that’s what your brain decides on?

but, to be fair, thinking straight is nearly impossible when your heart is pounding against your ribs, and his eyes—so steady, so intense—are holding you in place, making you want to say yes to whatever he wants, whatever he asks.

“if that’s what you want, yes. we could go to the courthouse right now and buy the rings on the way there.”

he says it so easily, like he’s suggesting grabbing takeout for dinner. like marrying you is the most natural thing in the world—because to him, maybe it is.

“it doesn’t even matter how it happens, as long as, at the end of the night, i know we’re carrying the same last name.”

you’re this close to crying.

but then, just as your heart starts to swell, he leans in, brushing his thumb over your cheek with a smirk that’s softer than usual.

“but,” he continues, voice lighter now, “i want you to have the wedding of your dreams. a pretty dress, in a pretty place, with all our friends and family.” he pauses, then scoffs, “not that i care about any of them. i just want an excuse to stare at the woman of my dreams for an entire day without anyone calling it weird.”

and just like that, you’re laughing and crying all at once, because only he could make you question everything you thought you knew about love.

you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. you’re not sure whether to laugh or cry, but the overwhelming emotion feels like both. this man, with his wild ideas, his way of making everything feel bigger than it is, is making your heart race in ways you didn’t expect.

you wipe away a stray tear, your voice catching as you speak. “you really know how to make a girl feel special,” you joke, wiping the moisture from your cheek.

his grin widens, and he leans closer, his breath warm against your skin. “well, i’ve got to keep up, right? otherwise, you’d probably realize you can do better.”

“is that a challenge?” you tease back, narrowing your eyes with a playful smirk. “because if it is, you’re about to lose.”

his smile softens, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you, tangled in blankets, a mess of pillows, and the soft glow of the tv casting shadows across the room.

he reaches for your hand, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. “i don’t want anyone else, though. i just want you. for real.”

you look into his eyes, so full of sincerity, and feel the weight of the moment settle in. “well, if you’re serious about that, then we’ll figure it out. together. and who knows? maybe one day we’ll have that wedding.”

he laughs softly, but there’s a warmth in it that’s different this time. “we’ll do it right,” he says, “the way you deserve. but first, how about i just get to stare at you for a little longer?”

and with that, the two of you relax into each other, the laughter and tears fading into the background, replaced by the quiet, comforting presence of knowing that whatever comes next, you’ll face it together.

[altacctforastarion]

Astarion & Being taken care of

Minors do not interact, 18+ only.

Ft. Vague rewrites of the mirror and Araj confession scenes.

-it starts when you begin offering your blood. You do it anytime there’s a big fight, and he’s always grateful, and always takes you up on it.

-then when he starts talking about Cazador, you start to linger, talking with him about various things (usually camp gossip, or making ridiculous jokes) to get his mind off of things. At first he thinks you’re stupid, not understanding the gravity of what he’s talking about, but after a couple times he notices that his chest doesn’t feel so tight after your talks. He notices that you have him laughing easily, and that your laugh is growing on him.

-the first time you sleep with him, he’s expecting you to leave, or to just go to sleep where you lay, but instead you ask him if that was good for him, saying he seemed kind of out of it. He dismisses you, telling you he was holding back a little, but you see through it. “If you say so, but really, if somethings wrong I’d rather you tell me. We’re friends and I care about you, with or without the great sex.” You say it so easily, but it’s so foreign to him, you caring without the need for sex. He almost believes you then, but letting go of that trauma, letting go of what’s familiar, is impossible for him. He doesn’t tell you what’s wrong then, but he does start to tell you more in general.

-he starts to confide in you more often, he starts to drop the mask. If something reminds him of the past he doesn’t try as hard to hide it, and he lets you make your stupid jokes and he lets himself laugh instead of dwelling. If he’s feeling especially open he’ll even tell you his thoughts. And eventually you learn when to ask him about his sudden shift to anger or irritation, or why he’s avoiding a room that seems a little too much like where he’s been before. You also learn when to play oblivious, but he always knows you know.

-eventually he starts to return the favor, previously he’d comment or ask about whatever came to mind, if you seemed off, if you were too quiet, if you had an out of character reaction to something. But now he makes his own jokes, and at times you notice that he sometimes stands with one foot just slightly in front of you, almost like he’s guarding you, ready to stand in front of you if something happens.

-things shift a bit more the first time he gets hurt- badly hurt. He was knocked down in a fight and he just couldn’t get up, and as soon as you can you’re there, defending him, blocking attacks and casting spells to keep your enemies at bay while you help him stand, a hand on his back, supporting him. You use the last of your energy to heal him and give him one of your few remaining health potions to make sure he stays up this time. After the fight you check on him, even though with no energy and your own injuries you’re way worse off. You offer blood, knowing he needs his strength. For the first time he declines, and he’s snarky about it, talking about how with how filthy and covered in nasty cuts you are, you’d taste awful. That he wants something more fresh. He immediately follows his jabs by taking your pack, lightening your load. Claiming he doesn’t want you to lose the camps valuables. When you pass a river on the way back to camp, he tells you he’ll stand guard while you get cleaned up, and when you get to camp he’s immediately demanding for healing, telling them to heal you first because your blood is distracting.

-he starts to check in more, making sure your well enough before he accepts your offers for blood, and he starts to leave water and a snack next to you in the night. If you’re awake when he comes for your blood he’ll offer it to you while conversing, and your conversation doesn’t end until your snack has been eaten and your water has been drank.

-when he asks you what you see when you look at him, you describe him honestly, and he enjoys the way you stare, contemplating. He trusts that you’re being honest. And when you’re done you leave quickly, but you return soon after with a scroll of disguise, and offer to disguise yourself as him so that he can see himself. He doesn’t take you up on it then, afraid of what he’d see, but you leave the scroll with him, giving him options. He stares at that scroll often, thinking of how you’d use something so valuable just so he can have something he wants.

-when Araj tries to demand he drink from her you tell her to fuck off, and you would have fought her then and there, but you looked to him first, and at the shake of his head you tell your companions that it’s time to go instead. When you return to camp you can see that he has something to say, and to your surprise he invites you into his tent, requesting a private conversation despite everyone being out of earshot. Once inside he thanks you, and thanks you again for looking for his approval before you fought on his behalf. And then he confesses, telling you that he planned to manipulate you, that you deserve something real. When you’re finishing up your conversation, you hug him, face on his chest. You feel his arms hesitantly, slowly wrapping around you in return, and when you pull away he doesn’t seem like he was ready to let go. You tell him you’ll wait forever if he needs, and he’s surprised to realize he trusts you to leave it in his hands.

-eventually he drops some of the snark, some of his act, when you care for him. Sometimes he even lets you coddle him. When he asks you to accompany him to the river so he can bathe, you offer to wash his hair, and he lets you. You still get plenty of attitude, almost every single time, but he’s also vocal about how nice some things feel.

-when you are back to having sex, and you ask him what feels good for him, what he wants, what he needs, if certain things are ok, he feels so safe. He tells you that you don’t need to ask, but he loves that you do anyways.

-finally, after the biggest adventure of your lives, when he’s having a rough day or he needs help, or he just craves your company, he finds you, and he knows you’ll take care of him.

[miniwheat77]

The Man. (Ex Stepdad!Joel Miller x Reader.)

!NSFW, smut, unprotected p in v sex, age gap, NO MINORS!

Joel was a rugged man of course. He was rough around the edges, quiet and stern. But he was a good person. He did right by people no matter what, even when people pissed him off. If he saw people struggling, he stepped in and helped without expecting a dime in return, it was who he was.

When your mom and Joel split up, it messed up your entire life and you lost the only father figure you’d ever had. He was no longer your step-dad but a man who was once apart of your life. Your mom met another man and moved on without you and you got used to being alone without either of your parents. You spent a few years alone until you ran into Sarah at a supermarket.

She told you that Joel was in a pretty bad place after the divorce. That he had a hard time adjusting to being alone, that him and Sarah had gotten into a fight and hadn’t been speaking. Tommy was in and out of jail and Joel had enough of that. Moved on and made his own business and really had nothing to do and nobody to talk to. She said he worked his life away.

You’re not entirely sure what made you reach out to him, but when you did he’d met you with open arms.

It started out as normal dinners every Sunday night. You’d meet and cook, usually you’d do the cooking. He didn’t like all that you did for him but you didn’t mind and you usually fought him.

Then a couple Friday nights. You helped Joel around his house because it needed the work and he was neglecting it with his job. You didn’t mind. It eventually turned into the both of you doing nearly everything together. He had returned to that father figure in your life once more, but this time? Something was missing. Something was just off.

You’d spoken about your mom and how after the divorce she stepped out on you. Moved a random guy in who was disrespectful to you and how she’d chosen him over you. Joel was furious when he found out. You were a good girl through and through. Joel respected the hell out of you. He loved you like his own. The time he’d spent with you, made him realize what he’d been missing out on with Sarah and he felt empty for a while. But eventually with your help, him and Sarah had gotten better, texting here or there a couple times. Asking about each other and how they’re doing. It wasn’t much, but it was good enough. Sarah meant everything to Joel.

Something started to change the more time you spent around Joel. Since he was no longer married to your mom, since he had no ACTUAL fatherly obligations to you, he became more of a friend. Jokes and stories that a step-dad and step-daughter would never have, were shared. The both of you had talked about your previous relationships and laughed when you told the other about how bad they had crashed and burned. Joel noticed the change too. How you’d gone from a young girl to a young woman and how mature and grown up you’d become. Taking care of yourself with no help from anyone.

He was pissed when he found out that you hadn’t reached out to him sooner, but you explained that the time alone helped you grow as a person. Into the woman you are now.

You finished up putting the dishes on the drying rack and wiped your hands off. Joel had made a fuss about you doing his dishes for him. He always did. He eventually gave up and waited for you to finish on the couch. He was watching the game but it wasn’t going in his favor so he wasn’t all that invested. Something about this night felt off for him.

You finished up and came into the living room to sit with him until you’d eventually make your way home.

“You’re a sweet girl you know that?” He smiles. Seeing a smile tug at your lips. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to be doing this stuff for me all the time.” He mumbles. “Makes me feel bad.”

“I don’t mind Joel. Not like I got anything better to do.” You shrug. “You deserve better though. Wish I could give it to you.” He sighs. “I’m doin just fine.” You laugh.

He shakes his head. “Shitty apartment on the bad side of town? I mean it’s your own darlin’ but I hate it for you. You’re too good a girl to be in a place like that.” He mumbles. You laugh, sitting down next to him. Curling a leg under yourself. “I’m doin’ just fine. Haven’t had any issues yet, yknow?” You smile. He purses his lips and shakes his head. “Nah, I think you should stay here.”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“I think that I have the space and it would be safer for you. If you lived here with me.” You turn to look at him. Arm propped up on the back of the couch by his head. “Joel…” you mumble. “I’m dead serious Y/N. I’m alone in this big house all by myself. No reason I couldn’t share it with you. I mean you do half the work anyways.” He shrugs. You bite your lip. “I’d have to think about it Joel. I mean if my mom found out-“

“Y/N.” He cuts you off, turning you to look at him by your chin. “Your mom left you all alone. If she gave a shit about you one, she wouldn’t have run off without you. What happened between her and I is between us. You shouldn’t have had to suffer at all over this.” He sighs. “I mean really, who gives a damn what she thinks. You ain’t her responsibility anymore n she made that really clear.” He takes another drink of his beer. He sets it down, turning himself to look at you.

You realize just how close he is to you. “So Cmere. Come stay with me.” He smiles. “Okay Joel.” You swallow hard.

Your eyes and the way you’re looking at him. It’s different. Unsettling almost. “I’m sorry if what I said hurt your feelings.” He mumbles, looking down slightly. You can tell that he does actually feel bad. He wasn't trying to hurt your feelings he was just trying to show you that you shouldn't care. You bite your lip. “You didn’t. I’m a big girl Joel.” You laugh. “I know. You’ve really grown up.” He laughs. His eyes linger on your lips and he doesn’t even try to hide it. He chews at his own bottom lip. Avoiding your gaze. “I feel.. bad. Almost.” He sighs. “What do you mean?”

“Cause sometimes… The way I look at you. The way my brain reacts to you. It’s wrong.” He looks up to your eyes finally. He’s moving closer. “What are you saying Joel?” You swallow hard. He presses his lips together, breathing in through his nose. He’s leaning into you too much, you know what this is.

His lips brush over yours and you draw away a couple inches. Taken completely off guard by what’s happening. This shouldn’t be happening. You should pull away, stop yourself. Stop whatever this is from happening.

“It’s okay.” He breathes.

He leans into you more. Eyes darting from your own to your lips. He parts his own lips just slightly. He was into this.

The distance between you is narrowing by the second, if you were going to stop him, now would be the time.

Your eyes shut when his lips brush over yours again. He’s going slow, treading lightly. Your insides twist, it's more intense than anything you've ever felt and you've only barely touched him.

When you don’t pull away this time, he snakes a hand around the back of your neck. Not forcing you but holding you there. He deepens the kiss.

Joel feels like a piece of shit. You came into his life looking for a father figure.

And here he is, about to fuck that up.

You’re breathing heavy when he pulls away, and it takes a few tries before you’ll let him. Lips flushed from his. Your eyes are dark and he knows you want more. He glides his tongue over your lip and you let him. No fight, you give right in. He grasps your hips and hardly has to nudge you into his lap before you’re climbing onto him. Hips grinding down into him as he kisses you again. He groans into your lips. Teeth catching onto your bottom lip as he pulls away. Tugging it with his teeth. “Fuck.. you’re a good girl, you know that? Such a good fucking girl.” He breathes.

“Joel..” you mewl.

“I’ve got you baby, I’ll give you exactly what you need.” He breathes. Reaching for his waistband. He’s still wearing jeans. You draw away from him to get your own pants off, tugging them off completely while Joel pulls his down to his mid thigh. It’s hard because he’s sitting down. Your breath catches in your throat, the size of him is intimidating. “It’s alright. No reason to be nervous.” He breathes. “Cmere.” He pulls you closer by your bare thigh. “Joel I-“

“Hey. Look at me.” He lifts your face to look him in the eyes. “M’not gonna hurt you. If you wanna stop we can. But I promise I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been missing out on.” He breathes. You nod your head. He raises you up slightly. He’s already spit in his hand and used it to make himself slick for you. He didn’t want to hurt you. “You’ll stretch. You’ll feel so full…” he breathes. Your pants are getting more frequent. You’re getting overwhelmed. You lower yourself onto him, moving slow as you sheath yourself on his cock. Your breaths are unsteady, deep. You're nervous, nearly panting.

He's much bigger than anyone you'd ever been with before. You didn't know how you were going to take him.

Your heart races in your chest, you can feel the throb between your thighs. He can feel a heartbeat through you. You've never been so turned on in your life. You gasp when you rest on him completely. He's fully inside of you and you're surprised by what your body was able to take. "Oh fuck Joel." You gasp, he helps raise you up and your legs feel weak from him. He was so much.

"I know baby- I know it's a lot. You're doin' so good for me." He groans, chewing at his lip. You start to rock your hips into him and he's trying to contain it. His own thighs shiver just a little as he thrusts up into you. Hearing you gasp. "Oh god." He drags it out, head tilted back. His hair is damp with sweat. The reality of the situation you're in is starting to hit you. You're having sex with him.

You're actually having sex with him.

He forces your shirt up, helping you take it off completely. Doing the same to his, stopping for just long enough to get it off.

A gasp leaves your lips, raising your hips and coming down to meet his thrusts. You form a steady pace, it's fast and desperate but the both of you have been waiting for so long. You knew the tension was there in the beginning and yet you chose to ignore it.

His skin is hot and sweaty and your own rubs against his. It's filthy.

It's like something straight out of a porno.

He pushes his face into your chest. Sucking and biting at your skin, doing the same to the skin on your throat. He's leaving marks.

Claiming you.

He grasps the strap of your bra, tugging it down harshly. Exposing you to him completely. He takes a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it. You tilt your head back, moaning out.

You've got a death grip on him, riding him like his life depends on it. Using him to get yourself off. Your pants are getting more and more unsteady, he knows that you're getting close. He's worked up. He's enjoying it, but he's also angry at himself for this. For doing this to you.

“I’m sorry-“ he pants. He’s moaning and they’re unsteady and desperate. He hikes you up further onto him, thrusting up inside of you, desperate for that high. Your tits are right in his face. “I’m so sorry-“ he’s got tears in his eyes. He’s right there. About to fill you full of him, past the point of no return. You trust him so much and look what he’s done with it.

He felt like a filthy pervert.

“Joel!” Your cry pierces his ears. A gasp leaving his lips when you reach your peak around him. Soaking him in your orgasm. He looks between the two of you for just a second, seeing your arousal gather in a ring at the base of his cock.

You're gripping on his upper arm. He rides out your orgasm.

You draw his high from him, the way you feel so tight around him, he can’t stop it. He’s panting, his moans uncontrollable. He’s never felt so good before. He's louder than you expected him to be when he finishes, whimpering out as he takes his last couple of thrusts to ride out his own high.

You look down at him and swallow. In disbelief by what's just happened.

How the hell did you end up here?

Your lips are dark, bruised almost. Your lips curl into a smile, cheeks turning crimson.

"Fuck... I don't know what got into me." He shakes his head. Helping you off of him.

"It's alright." You take a deep breath.

"Were you being serious? You really want me to move in here with you?" You ask.

He nods his head. "Yeah, I'm a lot of things darlin' but I ain't a liar." He laughs.

"Okay Joel."

For the next couple of minutes, the both of you get dressed and when you leave for the night, Joel feels like a teenager again the way you make him feel.

It's been a while. Could this be... a Crush?

"M'too old for this shit." He grumbles, rubbing the blush away from his cheeks and turning out the lights to his bedroom.

[trustmypoison]

SVT when you simp for them

Requested? Yes!

Request: ‘Hiiii, just saw Ateez and simping for them, can I request same for Seventeen please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 Thank you very much🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻’

Seungcheol

Have you ever seen someone try to look smug while also blushing profusely? That’s what this would be like. He wants to be cool and say, “Of course, you love me,” but any smugness he tries to inject into the statement falls flat because of how pink his cheeks are. 

Jeonghan

Genuinely smug. If there’s any blushing at all, it’s so minimal that you might not notice. He’s absolutely going to egg you on and be like, “Uh huh, and what else?” I fear he’d be smug either way, so you might as well tell him what you really think. 

Joshua

Giggly. Not even blushing, just giggling at how sweet he thinks it is. He’ll dish it out as well - in five minutes though. He’s gotta soak up all of your lovely compliments first. 

Jun

A whiner!! Doesn’t know how to take it so he groans and tells you to stop fangirling from behind his hands as he covers his face. But if you do stop, he might peek between his fingers because he wasn’t serious. Keep going, he just can’t look at you. 

Hoshi

Melts into a puddle. I mean, just curls up into a ball against you because he’s overwhelmed by the compliments. Blushing with a big smile. Joshua needs five minutes but Hoshi needs hours to be able to properly return the simping. 

Wonwoo

Totally entertained by this. Will not blush and might not even crack a smile, doing his best to look unaffected. But he thinks you’re cute and your words are sweet. An underwhelming reaction of “Mhm, whatever you say,” but I’m not sure what you expected here. 

Woozi

Another one that’s secretly entertained by this, but whereas Wonwoo’s reaction is flat, Woozi actually does a great job of looking annoyed. He’ll be like, “Why are fangirling like this right now??” He’ll fold if you seem worried that he’s genuinely bothered, but he otherwise will act like your compliments are physically painful. 

DK

A shy baby. He has so much to say usually, but he’ll be a little flustered and soft-spoken when you do this. Later, when you’ve settled down, he’ll ask if you really meant all the nice things you said. Tell him yes!!!!

Mingyu

I think he’d genuinely be pretty smug to start, but the longer it goes on he might start to feel sort of flustered. I think he likes words of affirmation and this really feeds that need. But I think one of his preferred love languages to give is physical affection, so this just ends in him wrapped around you. 

Minghao

I think he’d be one of the few who doesn’t get flustered or shy, but at the same time isn’t super smug either. I think he’d just soak up your attention with a sweet, slightly entertained smile. He won’t fish for more simping or anything, but he’ll let you go on as long as you feel like. 

Seungkwan

Did you ever think that simping would end in a fight?? Not serious, of course. But for every statement you have, he’s going, “And what about YOU!!” Aggressive as it is, there’s a lot of sweetness in how vehemently you both simp after one another. 

Vernon

A long stare and a few blinks, and finally, a simple nod and an “okay.” I hope you didn’t expect anything more. I mean, he’s delighted by the compliments but I just don’t see him being expressive about it. He takes your simping and ranting in stride. 

Chan

This is an ego boost for him for sure, but he can’t let you know that. He’ll listen and slowly nod, sometimes looking concerned. He’s totally joking when he finally kisses your cheek and says, “You worry me sometimes.” 

[couch-potato28]

Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽

VERSION IV.

(a/n: Hey everybody! Really sorry for not updating this week's been VERY hectic, but im back and ready to post new eps again 🙏 thanxx for your support ❤️)

WARNING!-none

wc: 1.1 k words

ALSO: tags-@ttheggrimrreaper ❤️ bear with me, ur episode is coming i swear

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FROM THE PROLOGUE:

“Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number…

…11, Isagi Yoichi."

The icon of an unknown person appeared on the screens. Looking closely, you tried to recall if you had ever heard of him during your training, before realising you didn’t interact with the male species for months so you definitely can’t remember the boy.

‘Maybe someone mentioned him a few weeks ago?’

Heading to the assigned room and getting there, Anri immediately gave you a bunch of stuff while telling you about some of Ego’s newly adapted annoying habits. Minutes later, she finished her complaining and let you go you to find your new player.

Imagine being the manager of Isagi Yoichi, the heart of Blue Lock.

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Isagi Yoichi, with whom you immediately click moments after you first meet him, the conversations going surprisingly smooth. His attentive and kind nature made you much more talkative than usual, feeling lucky that you somehow managed to get a normal boy. The nightmares that tortured you for the past week, anxious about who you were gonna end up with were also nowhere to be found. Between the breaks of practice matches, Yoichi would always come to the benches, eager to continue your little chat from earlier, seemingly taking genuine interest in you. And when he had to go back to the field, you simply watched him in silence while quickly reading through his data sheet.

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•Isagi, who you notice that literally every day, during all the matches tends to think and analyze a lot, which surprised you a bit, didn’t expecting to get someone who actually thinks before he acts.

•In the first few days he would mostly keep his thoughts to himself and although he does share some of them regarding soccer with you, he still remains a mystery.

•Isagi, who has been really curious about you from the start, and because of that you two talked a lot. From telling him how you ended up in Blue Lock, to him being silly and secretly imitating some of his teammates for fun. He also shared his own goals and how he hoped to be a good player, so you wouldn’t have to deal with all his shit in the future.

•He's also the one who's been holding whichever team he’s been part of together since the beginning and has slowly but surely earned a reputation within the facility. That wasn’t the problem, but rather the fact that your player was known for his harsh words and slurs towards his opponents and for being a completely different person on the pitch instead of the usual respectful guy, making you worry a little.

•The cherry on top however is that he somehow always manages to piss off the biggest, most skilled, clearly not in the mood to be insulted type of players.

•Dealing with this is probably the hardest part of being his manager. Apart from that, you have a pretty normal, simple routine, compared to the others, because well…you don't have to do much other than the standard work schedule, since Isagi is just easy to deal with. He doesn’t break the rules, eats what he’s given and always gets up on time.

•This is usually how your days go until the unexpected U20 match announcement comes, which makes the boy much, much more motivated making you basically fight to be able to keep up with him. Your tasks suddenly also multiply, having to give more detailed reports to the boss, monitoring Yoichi’s food portions and supliments way too carefully all while trying to help him achieve the perfect build for the upcoming match, hoping he gets selected.

•Your secret stash of snacks that you keep hidden in your room specially for him is also prohibited to touch, knowing damn well if Ego or Anri notices the few more calories on his data list both of you will be punished.

“So no more sneaky sweets?”-he asked one night, to which you just nodded regretfully.

“Nooooooooo…”

——————

After the U20 match…

•Isagi changes. A lot. You would say he has improved and currently still is at a frighteningly fast pace. From the very first match he plays with his ‘new’ team to way he thinks and acts is different. This probably earned him one of the best players title as of now.

•He recently also began to follow a stricter training plan, and although the few chocolate bars you secretly try to give him are reeeeaally tempting, he always rejects them, saying that when he feels like he deserves one, he will accept it, resulting in you having to eat all of them alone before they expire.

•Changing places, didn’t necessarily mean new teammates. Yet, the people in Blue Lock he was the closest with all chose different countries, only some of them going on the same path as Isagi.

•Fortunately, he had no problem finding new and old friends to hang out with, so you thought at least you didn’t have to worry about that. Wrong. You should have.

•Because although Isagi may have gotten along with the Japanese players, the Germans were different. First you thought, maybe it was because of his duality while playing, but it seemed like his mere existence was a problem for specifically 2 German people. They were extremely bothered by him, the murderous look in their eye every time, made you try to keep your player away from them as much as possible.

•Isagi changing meant your nightly routine had to be adjusted as well. Instead of an hour, you now sat with him in front of the big monitors for 2, carefully analyzing his movements every second, papers full of notes and comments to discuss later.

•He also gained immense popularity all over the world with his goal against the U20 that day, receiving comments and praises from fans on a daily basis with them saying how humble and good he is. Yet, despite all this, for some reason he’s need to get a compliment or praise only from you, rises drastically.

•“I’m with you all day, you know me best. I’m just simply curious about your opinion!”

•He, with whom you focus quite a bit on learning the basics of the German language, yet somehow the pronunciation, even the rules have no place in the boy’s puzzle anymore. Still, he tries hard because talking to Bastard München fans and mocking Michael Kaiser in his own native language seems so tempting.

•Over time, you guys became much closer to each other, and even though he has thought about asking you out on a date, he still doesn’t do it because he’s afraid that if things don’t go well, you’ll quit and he simply wouldn’t risk it. You’re the best manager and if necessary, he will continue to try and see you as a friend, as long as you’ll be by his side until the end of his journey.

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ㅤ ݁ ꉂ rough makeup sex with harsh leader!matt ᴖ ֽ ㅤᷭ

warnings explicit sexual content. anger and resentment. power dynamics. rough sex. combat and violence. emotional conflict. dubious consent. intense emotional scenes.

pairings: harsh leader!matt x fresh meat!reader (asks and requests about this pairing are open)

find more of this pairing here: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

y/n was finally having a moment to herself, her free time a rare commodity in the relentless schedule of the special agent training base. she was in her small, utilitarian room, trying to find some peace, when the door burst open. there stood matt, his presence commanding, his eyes burning with an intensity that was both familiar and unsettling.

"follow me," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument, the boston accent thick with authority. grudgingly, y/n complied, her steps heavy with the weight of her resentment, her heart still sore from the words and the harshness of the last training session.

matt led her to an area of the base designed for physical training, the floor covered in mats, surrounded by equipment for combat and conditioning, the air thick with the scent of rubber and sweat, the echoes of past exertions lingering.

"why am i here? wasn't humiliating me in front of everyone enough?" y/n spat out, her voice laced with pain and defiance.

matt didn't answer right away, his gaze softening for a moment before he masked it with his usual stern demeanor. "we're going to work on your combat skills," he said, though the truth was he wanted this moment alone with her, to touch her, perhaps even to make amends in his stubborn, twisted way.

y/n scoffed, her anger palpable. "i'm not your plaything to be jerked around whenever you feel like it."

he stepped closer, the tension between them electric. "then prove you're not just a plaything. show me what you've got," matt challenged, his voice low, a mix of provocation and something else, something he wouldn't admit.

the sparring started with y/n throwing herself into it, her movements fueled by her anger, her strikes aimed at matt with a personal vendetta.

she came at him with a ferocity that matched her inner turmoil, her fists flying, each hit a physical manifestation of her resentment while matt, for his part, allowed her hits, his body absorbing the blows, a part of him feeling he deserved this, another part finding the aggression strangely arousing. he blocked some, but let others land, her fists connecting with his chest, his arms, his face, each hit a release for her, each one stoking his own fire.

"you think this makes up for anything?!" she yelled, her punches fueled by her resentment, her sorrow, her frustration, landing a particularly hard punch to his jaw, making him grunt.

matt's patience snapped.

he countered with his own force, his training taking over, his fists finding her, not to hurt, but to engage, to push her further.

they grappled, their bodies close, the fight turning from a training session into something more personal, more primal.

y/n managed a kick to his side, her foot connecting with a thud, but matt wrapped his arms around her, bringing her down to the mat with him, the impact hard, their bodies rolling, struggling for dominance.

"answer me, you fucking asshole," she hissed, her breath hot, her eyes blazing with defiance as she tried to knee him, but he was quick, his leg pinning hers down.

matt's control was slipping, his own anger, his own desire, mixing into a dangerous cocktail when he pinned her wrists above her head, his body covering hers, his breath hot against her face. "no," he growled, "but this might."

his lips crashed against hers in a kiss that was all punishment and desire, rough, claiming. y/n struggled, her anger still blazing, but the heat of his body, the intensity of his kiss, began to melt her resistance.

"fuck you," she hissed between kisses, her hands now clawing at him, pulling him closer even as she fought against the desire he was forcing upon her.

matt didn't give her time to think, his hands already working on her clothes, his touch rough, possessive. he tore at her shirt, buttons flying, exposing her skin to the cool air of the training room, his fingers found the waistband of her pants, yanking them down, revealing her to him while his cock was getting harder, throbbing with a need that had been building since their confrontation, its length and girth heavy with desire, the head already slick with pre-cum.

"i'll fuck the anger out of you," he promised, his voice a dark whisper, his hand guiding his erection to her entrance.

he didn't bother with foreplay; this wasn't about tenderness; he entered her with a thrust that was all about domination, about making her feel his presence, his power.

his cock stretched her, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure, her body adjusting to his size, each thrust was deep, brutal, his hips snapping against hers, his body covering hers completely, their sweat mingling on the mat.

"still angry?" he grunted, each movement a testament to his strength, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her moan despite herself, her body betraying her with every shudder.

"yes," she gasped out, her voice a mix of defiance and ecstasy, her breasts heaving with each breath, her nipples hard from the friction of their bodies. her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, her body responding to the raw, primal need between them.

matt fucked her with abandon, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her onto him, the sounds of their bodies meeting loud in the empty training area. He was relentless, his cock sliding in and out of her, the slickness of her arousal coating him, each stroke stoking the fire within them both.

he grinned and watched her face, the mix of anger and pleasure, her body flush with exertion and arousal. when she came, it was with a cry that was as much rage as it was release, her body shuddering under him, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him.

matt followed shortly after, his release a mix of relief and something akin to sorrow, his thrusts slowing as he filled her, their breaths mingling in the aftermath.

as they lay there, the sweat cooling on their skin, matt finally spoke, his voice softer now, the edge of his usual command gone. "i pushed you too hard, i’m sorry.”

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Future Promises

Dae-ho x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: violence. blood and injury. murder. character death (not reader).

Summary: When a fight breaks out in the bathroom, Y/N gets caught in the middle of it. When the eliminated players are announced, Dae-ho panics.

Requested: Yes

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The divide in the room was clear. Each side equal in terms of numbers yet Y/N could feel the murderous gazes from the ‘O’ side of the room. While others around her talked to one another, trying to ease some of the tension, Y/N sat on her own. She wasn’t too far away from the rest of the group but she was far enough away to be able to breathe. 

For the entire duration of her time in the games, she didn’t have a single change to calm her body down. Even when she slept she was always on high alert. Taking a step away from everyone was what was best for her right now– especially when she needed to prepare to defend herself if it came to that. Y/N didn’t miss the way each player had received a glass bottle and a metal fork with their meal when they hadn’t before. Her fork was securely concealed in her jacket. 

Y/N rested her head on the cool tile wall and sighed. The room seemed much larger now compared to when she had woken up only days ago– though to her it seemed like weeks. There were only one hundred players left out of four hundred and fifty six and somehow Y/N was one of them. Though she might not have been if it wasn’t for one particular person. 

Kang Dae-ho was someone Y/N never thought she would see in these games. They weren’t exactly friends before the games, only worked at the same part-time job. But seeing him was like a breath of fresh air. If it wasn’t for him, Y/N was sure that she would have been killed during the mingle game. The whole time, he had kept her hand firmly clasped in his. When the final round called for two players, he didn’t hesitate to pull her along to a room, pushing her in first before himself. The fear Y/N had felt during that game– if Dae-ho hadn’t been by her side she would have froze up and never left that rotating platform. 

“Y/N,” a familiar voice called to her before she felt the warm and comforting presence sitting beside her. “What are you doing over here on your own?”

Y/N opened her eyes, not realising she had closed them. “I needed to step away for a bit.”

Dae-ho’s thigh pressed against hers. “Tell me next time. I didn’t know where you went.”

Y/N turned to him and offered him a small tight lipped smile. “I’m okay.”

Dae-ho didn’t return her smile, already knowing that it wasn’t genuine. From where his hands were resting in his lap, Y/N watched as they twitched– hesitantly decided if they should reach out to her. Taking the initiative, Y/N held her hand out. A small flash of surprise appeared on Dae-ho’s face before he gently held her hand in his, linking their fingers together. 

The corner of Y/N’s lips tugged up in a smile as she rested her head against the cool tile wall. “I don’t think I’ve told you but I’m glad you’re here. Well, not here exactly– but here with me. Seeing someone I recognised made me feel…safer. So thank you.”

Dae-ho’s gaze was fixated on their clasped hands. “Don’t thank me. Honestly seeing you here made me feel safer even though I hate that you are trapped here too.”

“We both made a stupid choice by phoning that number,” Y/N said. “When we get out of here, let’s not phone any strange numbers in the future.”

A quiet laugh emitted from Dae-ho and caused Y/N to smile. “Agreed.”

A silence washed over them but it was comfortable and if Y/N closed her eyes, she could pretend that they were in the break room at their shitty job. Instead of bidding goodbye at the end of the day like she usually did, she would take the risk and ask him for dinner. Finally doing what her friend had demanded of her when she first started the job and asking her attractive coworker out.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Y/N said, standing to her feet, her hand slipping out of Dae-ho’s. 

“I’ll go with you,” Dae-ho offered, quickly standing with her. 

“To the women’s bathroom?” Y/N asked, a soft chuckle leaving her lips. 

For a short moment, Dae-ho seemed embarrassed but it quickly seemed to fade. “I’ll keep watch outside.”

A small genuine smile tugged at her lips as she rested her hands on his biceps. “I’ll be fine. You don’t need to protect me, you’ve done that enough already.”

“I’m sorry,” a woman a little older than Y/N said. Y/N glanced at the woman’s number. Player 91. “I overheard you going to the bathroom. We could go together, safety in numbers. I noticed some other women go there not too long ago.”

Y/N turned her attention back to Dae-ho. “See, I’ll be fine.”

There seemed to be nothing that could convince Dae-ho but the moment she leant up and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek all rational thoughts swimming through his mind seemed to evaporate. Y/N laughed and gently trailed her hands down his arms to his hands, offering him a comforting squeeze. “I’ll be fine.”

Slowly, Dae-ho nodded. “Be safe.”

As she took a step back from Dae-ho, he held onto her hands until she was too far to comfortably hold onto them. Y/N allowed her hands to slip from his but the moment his warmth fell away, she craved it once more. Y/N pushed her hands into the pockets of her jacket and offered Dae-ho one final parting smile before following the woman to the bathroom. 

***

Y/N watched as the water dripped from her chin back into the sink as she sighed. She could only hope that not everyone was bright enough to realise they could freely harm anyone that opposes their vote and in the morning they would be able to vote and return home. 

“So you voted to return home?” a woman said, approaching Y/N. 

Y/N didn’t bother to look at the woman as she answered. “Clearly, and anyone with a few brain cells would realise that is the best option for everyone here.”

The woman hummed. “Didn’t you vote to continue the games during the first vote?”

“I did,” Y/N answered. “It was a selfish decision and I regret it.”

“What changed your mind?” the woman questioned. 

“After nearly dying during the second game, I realised that risking my life for money isn’t worth it,” Y/N said, her grip tightening on the skin as Dae-ho’s face flushed in her mind. 

During the six-legged pentathlon, their small group of five was already decided until Jun-hee came along asking to join their team. The moment she found out the younger girl was pregnant, Y/N didn’t hesitate to join another team. 

Dae-ho insisted that he should be the one who left but Y/N refused and found another team, she was one of the first to complete it with one second to spare. For hours she had sat on her bed watching the door waiting for Dae-ho to enter, her anxiety rising when he never entered. When he finally did, Y/N’s heart rate still refused to drop. From then she realised that no matter how much money she would get if she continued to play, it wasn’t worth nearly losing Dae-ho and the other friends she had made. But just the thought of losing Dae-ho sent Y/N into a panic she didn’t see coming. 

“So those who died during those games didn’t matter to you? Only your life matters?” the woman said, continuing to pester Y/N. 

Finally Y/N turned and faced the woman. “Realistically those people would have died anyway. If I wasn’t in these games then nothing would change, someone else would be here in my place and everything would turn out exactly the same.” Y/N glanced at the blue patch on the woman’s jacket. “Seems like you don’t seem to care if people die or not considering you are too fucking selfish and you want more money.”

“Careful how you speak to me,” the woman said. “Once all of you who voted to leave are gone, us who voted to stay will each have over 800 million won each.” Slowly, the woman raised her hand, a silver fork shining in the dim lighting. The fork was pressed  against Y/N’s neck as she looked at the woman standing before her. Despite the situation, Y/N didn’t feel intimidated by the women at all, she was shorter and  was physically weaker than Y/N. 

“I’m only going to say this once,” the woman said, lowering her voice. “Change your vote, continue the games. If you do, I will make sure you get through to the end and get your share of the money.”

No matter how hard she tried, Y/N failed to contain the laughter that slipped past her lips. “I’d believe it if you weren’t threatening me right now. How am I meant to believe you won’t backstab me in the next game?”

The fork was pressed deeper against her neck and Y/N winced. “You need to trust me,” the woman said. 

“Trust a woman who is one movement away from plunging a damn fork into my neck? I think I’ll naively believe that someone will come to their senses and change their vote by morning,” Y/N replied. “Now take that fork away from my neck.”

“Or what?” the woman asked, an unhinged smile spreading across her face. 

“The group that voted to stay are currently outnumbered in this bathroom, five to nine. If you fight, you’ll be overpowered,” Y/N answered as the two other women who voted to stay slowly walked up to join the quiet altercation. 

“You’ll never win,” the woman said, the fork leaving Y/N’s neck. “We may be outnumbered but you have more elders on yours, one punch to the head and they’ll be out cold.”

As Y/N glanced around at the other women in the bathroom, she noticed that most of them were older and looked as if they could not handle themselves in a fight. Y/N sighed. “Do you really care about getting a bit of extra money? If we vote to leave now we still each get a large amount of money. What if you die in the next game? Your last thoughts will be ‘why didn’t I leave when I had the chance?’”

“You don’t know a thing about me!” the woman exclaimed. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned back to the sink. “I know that you’re an idiot if you chose to stay in this hellhole.”

The woman didn’t respond verbally. Instead she gripped the back of Y/N’s jacket, yanking her away from the sink. As Y/N stumbled on her feet, the woman sent a punch to her jaw, knocking off her balance completely. 

The moment Y/N’s back hit the floor, hell broke loose as people began fighting one another. It was just as the woman said, there were a lot more women who were physically weaker on Y/N’s side. Almost immediately Y/N watched as a few of them had already hit the floor, a pool of blood forming below them. Y/N didn’t take long to get back to her feet. Y/N wasn’t a particular skilled fighter, she had learnt basic self defense and had never had a reason to use it. Just as Y/N thought, the woman was physically weaker than Y/N as she easily overpowered the woman, gripping tightly onto her hair. 

“Just vote to leave!” Y/N yelled. “How stupid can fifty people be?”

The woman struggled to get out of Y/N’s grip. “I’ll vote to leave when all of you are dead!” she snapped. 

Y/N held tightly onto the woman’s hair as she threw her down on the floor. Before Y/N could think, she grabbed the fork concealed in her pocket and jammed it into the woman’s shoulder. The woman’s eyes widened as she cried out in pain. Y/N yanked the fork out and stood to her feet. There were still others fighting around her yet all she could do was stare down at the woman on the floor. Y/N hadn’t killed her, only injured her, yet she still felt the guilt of that weigh heavily on her shoulders. 

Before Y/N could even think about moving there was a force that sent her to the ground and she scrambled to get away before a force was pressed upon her body and she was harshly turned on her back. A more muscular woman sent a punch to her face before Y/N even had the chance to block it. With her vision blurry, Y/N failed to see the fork slamming down at full force towards her. 

***

Dae-ho sat looking in the direction where Y/N had left with the other woman to go to the bathroom anxiously shaking his leg. There was something clawing inside of him that told him that something bad was going to happen. Of course he had noticed the forks everyone had been given and Gi-hun had only solidified Dae-ho’s beliefs that it wasn’t unintentional. 

Y/N had been gone for a while and it took Jung-bae forcing Dae-ho to remain seated instead of storming after her. 

“I never asked,” Jung-bae spoke, noticing that Dae-ho became considerably more anxious, “how do you know Y/N?”

“We work together,” Dae-ho answered, not tearing his eyes from where she had disappeared. “It’s a shitty part time job but that's all that would hire me. I don’t know why she is still there– she has so much potential.”

Jung-bae hummed. “It seems as if you admire Y/N a lot.”

“I do,” Dae-ho said with no hesitation. “Before now, we only ever spoke at work, but she was always so nice and friendly to me. I watched her interact with customers too and she always greets them with a smile and tries to make them smile. Afterwards I would always find her in the break room exhausted but she would always sit and talk to me if I was on my break. Once she shared that she wished to become an artist but her parents told her that it wasn’t a sustainable career so she gave up.”

“It sounds like a lot more than admiration you have for her,” Jung-bae teased. 

Dae-ho quickly shook his head. “No, it's not anything like what you’re thinking of.”

“How about I ask Y/N when she comes back?” Jung-bae suggested. 

“No!” Dae-ho exclaimed, causing Jung-bae to laugh. Dae-ho sighed. “Okay, maybe it is like that.”

“The following players have been eliminated,” the cheerful voice sounded throughout the room. 

Dae-ho’s heart instantly dropped to the floor as he looked at Jung-bae, fear coursing through his veins. 

“Player 201. Player 449. Player 091–”

“That’s the player who went with Y/N,” Dae-ho said, fear evident in his tone. 

The players entered the room one by one and Dae-ho’s heart rate increased. From the looks of things, it wasn’t only the women who had gotten into a fight in the bathroom as the men walked out too, blood covering each and every one of them. The cheerful voice continued to list the numbers of the players who had been eliminated and Dae-ho’s fear rose after each and every one. He should have somehow gone with her to make sure that she was okay. 

The voice stopped listing off the eliminated players just as Y/N stepped into the room, the guard closing the door behind her. Blood covered her neck and stained her jacket. Smeared blood covered her hands too as she slowly stepped further into the room shaken up. 

“Count your players!” 

The room immediately broke into chaos as each side counted their players and how many each side lost. Dae-ho didn’t care as he ran over to Y/N. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” He asked, looking at the injury on her neck. 

“They attacked us,” Y/N muttered. “I didn’t want to hurt them but I did.”

Slowly, Dae-ho reached forward until he held his hands in front of hers. Without thought, she held onto them tightly as if grounding herself. 

“They attacked you first, you were only defending yourself,” Dae-ho reassured. 

Y/N slowly looked up at him. “I know but–”

“But nothing,” Dae-ho said, slowly pulling Y/N closer to where the rest of the group were standing.

Y/N nodded, squeezing his hands once more. “Can we sit down somewhere?”

Dae-ho gently guided her over to where Gi-hun and the others were sitting as someone counted how many of the whole group there was. Dae-ho gestured for Y/N to sit down first before he sat down next to her, his arm wrapping protectively around her waist, her body leaning closer to him. 

“What happened to your neck?” Dae-ho questioned looking at the long scratches down the back of her neck that ventured under her collar. 

“It happened just before the guards came in to break up the fight,” Y/N muttered, her hand seeking out Dae-ho’s. “If they didn’t come in that second, I’m sure that woman would have finished me off.”

Dae-ho noticed the distant look in her eyes and squeezed her hand to snap her out of it. “Hey, I know it’s hard but try not to think about that right now.”

“What else is there to think about?” Y/N replied, her voice sounding exhausted. 

Dae-ho shrugged, his thumb gliding across her knuckles. “Our job?”

“I nearly died and your response is to talk about our shitty job?” Y/N said. 

“You’re talking about it though,” Dae-ho muttered. “And I was going to ask you, what will you do when you get out of here? You can’t stay in that job for the rest of your life.”

“Pay off my debts,” Y/N answered. “After that, I honestly don’t know.”

“You wanted to become an artist, why don’t you start there?” Dae-ho suggested. 

Y/N looked at him, disbelief clear in her eyes. “You remember that conversation?”

“Of course,” Dae-ho replied. Y/N looked at him– really looked at him. The look immediately made Dae-ho heat up under his collar. 

“I didn’t think anyone really listened when I talked about what I am passionate about,” Y/N admitted. 

“I listened,” Dae-ho replied. 

“Why have we never spoken outside of work?” Y/N asked.

“Probably because we both hate our job and pretend that it doesn’t exist once our shift is over,” Dae-ho replied. 

A soft huff of laughter left Y/N and Dae-ho couldn’t stop the way his heart lifted at the sound. 

“That is true,” she said. “How about when we get out of here, we change that? This definitely isn’t the place or time to say this, but I have liked spending time with you and you have honestly saved me so many times and made this whole thing even the slightest bit bearable. So when we get out of here, why don’t we go for dinner? I’ll pay, it’s the least I can do.”

A wide grin formed on Dae-ho’s face as he nodded. “That would be nice.”

Y/N gave him a smile in return before she rested her head on his shoulder, relaxing her body into his side. The gentle grip he had on her waist tightened as he pulled her closer to his body. While Gi-hun spoke to the group in a hushed tone, Dae-ho only remained half listening as he held onto Y/N. A new sense of survival overcame him– he would get him and Y/N out no matter what. 

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9th Anniversary story - Chapter 5 : Thank you for the gift!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - (to be continued)

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Reporter: The final test is the vaulting box!

Reporter: This test requires coordination, explosive strength, flexibility, stamina, timing, and speed...

Reporter: You need a well-balanced sense of gymnastics!

Reporter: There are a total of 18 levels in the vaulting box. The highest level is over two meters tall.

Nikaido Yamato: Over two meters!? No way, that’s impossible. You need CGI or something to make it look doable.

Momo: You never know, it might be! Everyone, do you best and be careful not to get hurt!

Osaka Sougo: That’s right!

Reporter: Now, let’s start from level 8!

Reporter: Ready, start!

Inumaru Touma: …Ahh! My right foot got caught…!

Yaotome Gaku: Nice fight, Inumaru!

Inumaru Touma: Thanks! So there are only three people left now.

Natsume Minami: You can tell who’s gonna end up at the top when doing vaulting boxes since they’re going at it by level.

Isumi Haruka: Go for it, Tora! Show them what a drama stuntman can do!

Mido Torao: Yeah!

Isumi Haruka: He actually responded.

Inumaru Touma: I bet he’s so nervous he didn’t even hear you.

Natsume Minami: If you make it, you better treat us!

Mido Torao: Got it!

Isumi Haruka: He actually agreed.

Inumaru Touma: Nice.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Do your best Nagicchi! Don’t lose!

Rokuya Nagi: Fufufu… Yes! I’ll show them what I’m made of!

Nanase Riku: Nagi, you’re really good at vaulting! Keep going…!

Izumi Iori: Is it really okay for a prince to be jumping over a two meters box?

Izumi Mitsuki: Get their ass, Nagi!

Nikaido Yamato: Don’t lose to Mido and Tsunashi-san!

Kujo Tenn: Ryuu, you got this! I know you can do it!

Yaotome Gaku: Do your best! And don’t get hurt!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I will! Root for me!

Momo: Since it’s easy to see who’s left, they’re turning this into a cheering match! I wish I survived this long to be cheered on too!!

Yuki: I dropped out at level 13, so I’ve been cheering for you this whole time.

Nikaido Yamato: What level are they at now?

Izumi Mitsuki: They just cleared level 17, and now they’re challenging level 18! Do your best, you three…!

Mido Torao: Yes!

Rokuya Nagi: YES!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I’m going for it!

Reporter: Now, take your positions! Ready, start!

Mido Torao: …! I did it!

Reporter: 1st place! Mido Torao-san! Cleared level 18!

Isumi Haruka: He did it!

Inumaru Touma: Amazing!

Natsume Minami: Congratulations!

Reporter: Tied for 2nd place! Rokuya Nagi-san and Tsunashi Ryuunosuke-san!

Rokuya Nagi: OH… How unfortunate.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Ahh, that was so close. Torao-kun really has control over his body thanks to his stunt work.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: But we put up a good fight, right Nagi-kun?

Rokuya Nagi: We did. Congratulations, Mido-shi.

Mido Torao: Thanks!

Reporter: Mido-san, what’s your secret to winning the vaulting box event!?

Mido Torao: Ummm… thanks to my members’ support.

Natsume Minami, Isumi Haruka & Inumaru Touma: Yaaaay!

Natsume Minami: Not that he could hear us, though.

Reporter: With that, the physical ability test is complete! We will now divide you into two teams based on your results.

Reporter: While we finalize distributing the teams, please enjoy some refreshments!

Nanase Riku: Red and White teams, huh? I wonder how we’ll be divided!

Inumaru Touma: We’re usually in separate groups, so it would be awesome if we could be in the same team, Riku.

Nanase Riku: Yes!

Yuki: I’m always with Momo, so I hope we’re in the same team again.

Momo: I don’t care either way! Ahh, finally, I got my hands on my favorite person’s physical fitness data… I’m over the moon…

Yuki: Thanks. All that running around was worth it if you’re happy.

Momo: These numbers are so adorable. I’ll use them as my phone passcode…

Yaotome Gaku: Since we’re already here, I actually hope I’m on a different team from Ryuu. I wanna go all out against him.

Kujo Tenn: I get that. I wanna be completely overwhelmed by his power.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: You two are still at it huh? I wish you’d say you wanted to be on the same team as me…

Kujo Tenn: This is a rare opportunity…

Yaotome Gaku: It sure is.

Isumi Haruka: Different teams, huh…

Natsume Minami: I don’t mind either way, but…

Mido Torao: I guess we’ll be on separate teams…

Reporter: Thank you for waiting! The teams have been decided!

Nikaido Yamato: Whoa, that was fast.

Izumi Mitsuki: This is exciting!

Reporter: I’m gonna announce them now! Please respond when I call your name!

Reporter: Red Team!

Reporter: Izumi Iori-san!

Izumi Iori: Yes.

Reporter: Osaka Sougo-san!

Ousaka Sougo: Yes.

Reporter: Nanase Riku-san!

Nanase Riku: Yes!

Reporter: Kujo Tenn-san!

Kujo Ten: Yes.

Reporter: Tsunashi Ryuunosuke-san!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Yes!

Reporter: Momo-san!

Momo: Heeere~!

Reporter: Isumi Haruka-san!

Haruka Isumi: Y-yes!

Reporter: Inumaru Touma-san!

Inumaru Touma: Yes!

Reporter: That concludes the 8 members of the Red Team!

Reporter: Next, I will call out the White Team members!

Reporter: Nikaido Yamato-san!

Nikaido Yamato: Ah, yes.

Reporter: Izumi Mitsuki-san!

Izumi Mitsuki: Yes!

Reporter: Yotsuba Tamaki-san!

Yotsuba Tamaki: ‘Sup!

Reporter: Rokuya Nagi-san!

Rokuya Nagi: YES!

Reporter: Yaotome Gaku-san!

Yaotome Gaku: Yeah!

Reporter: Yuki-san!

Yuki: Yes!

Reporter: Natsume Minami-san!

Natsume Minami: Yes.

Reporter: Mido Torao-san!

Mido Torao: Yes.

Reporter: That concludes the 8 members of the White Team!

Inumaru Touma: So that’s how they split us up!

Natsume Minami: ŹOOḼ ended up being divided into the vocal group and performance group.

Nanase Riku: Te… Kujo-san and Touma-san are with me! So are Sougo-san, Tsunashi-san, Momo-san and Haruka-kun!

Izumi Iori: This is gonna be the Nanase-san pampering group, isn’t it…

Nanase Riku: Iori, we’re on the same team too! Let’s do our best!

Izumi Iori: Well, yes.

Izumi Mitsuki: That makes us rivals, Iori!

Izumi Iori: I… suppose so.

Izumi Mitsuki: Come at me with all you’ve got!

Izumi Iori: Of course.

Reporter: You’ll be competing as the Red and White teams during the actual event!

Reporter: You might feel a bit odd since you'll be teaming up with members outside your usual groups.

Reporter: So, to help you build teamwork, we’ve prepared these envelopes!

Reporter: Red Team, this envelope is for you!

Momo: What’s this?

Reporter: White Team, here’s your envelope!

Yaotome Gaku: Thank you. Can we open it now?

Reporter: Go ahead, yeah!

Nanase Riku: What’s inside?

Momo: Let’s see… a gift card for yakiniku! (Grilled meat)

Inumaru Touma: Yakiniku! Awesome!!

Yaotome Gaku: We got a gift card for sukiyaki. (Hot pot)

Yotsuba Tamaki: Sukiyaki!

Nikaido Yamato: Nice, awesome! Let’s eat sukiyaki and improve our teamwork!

Reporter: You all must be hungry after all these physical tests, so go enjoy some delicious food as you improve your bond!

Haruka Isumi: Yay! Yakiniku! Izumi, let’s see who can eat more!

Izumi Iori: You’re challenging the wrong person.

Haruka Isumi: I know, but Yotsuba’s not with us so I have to challenge you instead!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I’ll take you on. I’m confident I can win.

Haruka Isumi: Oh shit… you seem really strong…

Momo: Momo-chan loves meat too! so I’m confident!

Inumaru Touma: Me too! Sougo, you don’t eat much, so don’t push yourself.

Osaka Sougo: Thank you, you’re very kind.

Kujo Tenn: The Red team fosters a lot of kind-hearted people.

Izumi Iori: Please exclude me from that. I’m supposed to be the cool one.

Nanase Riku: But Iori’s kind too! Everyone’s so nice~! I’m really looking forward to the yakiniku!

Yuki: Sukiyaki, huh… I’m not really a fan…

Nikaido Yamato: I figured. I’ll take the meat. I’ll swish some greens in the broth for you.

Natsume Minami: Rokuya-san, do you like sukiyaki?

Rokuya Nagi: I love it! Sukiyaki is the OG Japanese dish!

Rokuya Nagi: But the raw egg is a bit… I can’t help but wonder. Were there no other options…?

Natsume Minami: Do you want a substitute for raw egg? How about custard cream or something?

Mido Torao: That sounds absolutely disgusting… Also, how exactly does eating sukiyaki build teamwork?

Yotsuba Tamaki: You know. There’s always someone in charge of the pot.

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah, I see. I’m usually the one in charge so maybe I should leave it to someone else this time.

Izumi Mitsuki: You gotta communicate, right?

Mido Torao: I’d rather have someone who knows what he’s doing take over…

Nikaido Yamato: If Mitsu doesn’t do it, who will?

Yaotome Gaku: If you’ll allow me to take the lead, I’ll take it.

Nikaido Yamato: "Take the lead”? Do you really need to make sukiyaki sound so cool?

Yaotome Gaku: You thought that was cool?

Yuki: I’ll take charge of the pot then. I won’t be eating the meat, so I’ll be free.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Then I’ll take charge of the eating!

Natsume Minami: I’d also like to take charge of the eating.

Mido Torao: Same here, for the most part…

Rokuya Nagi: Of course, I would like everything around me to be taken care of as well.

Nikaido Yamato: I see. The white team is severely deficient in reliable people.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Well yeah, Rikkun took most of them.

Rokuya Nagi: Riku’s luck really shines in moments like these.

Takanashi Tsumugi: And so, they built their teamwork through yakiniku and sukiyaki…

Momo: Riku, the meat’s ready.

Nanase Riku: Yaaaay!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Riku-kun, this one looks tasty too.

Nanase Riku: Awesome!

Inumaru Touma: Riku, want me to peel your shrimp for you?

Kujo Tenn: Here you go, the corn is grilled just right.

Osaka Sougo: Riku-kun, do you want a new drink? I got apple juice.

Haruka Isumi: Nanase-san, do you wanna try a little kinako ice cream?

Izumi Iori: You’re all spoiling him too much!!

Yaotome Gaku: Alright. I’ll take the lead.

Yuki: I’ll manage the pot.

Izumi Mitsuki: I should just step back and just observe.

Yotsuba Tamaki: I’m taking the extra meat!

Nikaido Yamato: Onii-san’s eating too!

Natsume Minami: I will take some too.

Rokuya Nagi: I don’t need a large portion, but I’d like a beautifully marbled cut with a good balance of meat and fat.

Mido Torao: Got any Matsuzaka or Tajima beef? (1)

Takanashi Tsumugi: And so, the day of the Idol Sports Festival arrived.

To be continued…

Matsuzaka beef & Tajima beef are two expensive, high-end cuts of wagyu beef.

[alsktudy]

— beautiful stranger

paring. wonwoo x reader genre. fluff, strangers to ??? wc. 0.7k warning. none

synopsis. after weeks of wishing, you finally get to see that beautiful stranger on the 7:27am train

series mlist. the morning commute

the morning commute to work was nothing special, it was the same 7:27 train that you took everyday, for a whole year.

well that was until someone caught your eye.

but that was weeks ago, and you were yet to catch a glimpse of that very cute stranger again.

every day you entered the 7:27 train, hoping you’d catch the sight of the man again.

his beautiful brown hair, his beautiful soft smile, his beautiful – you get the point. he was just so charming and something in you wished to see him again. oh, how you yearned for a change of scenery. catching the same train everyday for a year, you were bound to see familiar faces. although, you never longed to acquaint yourself with anyone until you had a glimpse of him.

if only you weren’t so shy that time. if only you had dared to stand up and ask for his name, you wouldn’t have to refer to him as that one beautiful stranger you saw on the train when talking to your friends.

you close your eyes as the rush of cold air hits your face, the train arriving on the dot. you enter the train and make a beeline to your usual seat, the one in the corner in carriage 6. It’s a bad habit really, falling asleep while on the train - you leave yourself completely vulnerable, and anyone could steal your belongings, or you could miss your stop. yet you allow yourself to be lulled to sleep.

you wake up with your neck aching and your head resting on something. your eyes flutter open as you see yourself in the window from across your seat, you’re resting on a man’s shoulder.

you go into fight, flight or freeze - your body chooses freeze. now internally panicking and rehearsing how you’d apologize to this poor man’s shoulder for using it as a pillow for who knows how long.

you lift your head from off his shoulder and turn to look at him, your eyes meeting yours, “i am so sorry- i didn’t mean-”

“it’s okay,” he smiles, “it was an accident, i know.” your heart beats a little quicker.

his glasses were now thicker in frame, his soft brown hair was now black, and was grown a little longer at the back. there he was. the beautiful stranger. the man you had thought about every morning while catching this train and you just had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

you gulp. for weeks you had fantasized about this moment - seeing him on the train, gathering enough courage to say hello, asking for his name and eventually tumble into a conversation, ending with you stepping on to the platform with a date.

sadly, you in your imagination was much more socially confident than your true self.

in reality, the words you wish would just spill out of your mouth, don't. in fact, nothing does. minutes pass and silence is all that is shared between the two of you, the train getting closer to your stop.

in three minutes, you’ll arrive at your stop. in three minutes, you’ll have to silently bid your goodbye to the beautiful stranger in your mind.

as the train begins to slow down, you feel your heart drop down to your stomach, disappointed that you couldn’t let out a single word to the man that wasn’t related to apologising. gathering your things, you stand up, your head filled with thoughts of regret.

until… a throat clears. you snap out of your thoughts and your eyes meet his.

“hey, the paper is good today. you should give it a read.” he says looking up at you, extending a crumpled newspaper towards you.

before you can question his actions, you realize that the train doors are about to close. in a rush, grab the paper with a quick nod and jump off the train.

as the train begins to leave for its next station, you spot him through the window, he smiles softly and mouths the words, “newspaper.” confused, you look down at the crumpled newspaper in your hand, noticing a note scribbled on some of the folds.

call me!

xxx-xxx-xxx - jeon wonwoo ^.^

you smile to yourself stupidly on the train platform, staring at his number.

the beautiful stranger no longer remains a stranger anymore.

thank you for reading until the end!! reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!

a/n. SEE GUYS IM WRITING MORE. ANYWAYS... second part of the series that's inspired by laufey’s beautiful stranger! wondering whether i should do part 3??

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Argument-Hector Fort

Request: yes!

You're in your room, arms crossed as you stare at Hector with a look full of frustration. Your breath comes in uneven puffs, and he's no different. His usually soft blue eyes are now clouded with anger, his jaw clenched.

"You just don’t get it, do you?" you snap, your voice thick with emotion. "It’s not just about this! It’s about how you make me feel!"

Hector runs a hand through his blonde hair, exasperated. "And what am I supposed to do, Y/N? Tell me! Because no matter what I do, it never seems like it’s enough for you!"

His words hit you in the chest, and you clench your fists at your sides. "It’s not about doing enough, Hector. It’s about understanding me. About seeing me. And sometimes, it feels like you’re too caught up in yourself to do that."

He shakes his head, his breathing heavy. "That’s not true, and you know it. I care about you more than anything. But it feels like every time I try to show you, you find a reason to doubt me."

You bite your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. The tension between you two is palpable, electric. Every word is like a spark that could ignite everything. Hector stares at you intensely, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"Tell me you don’t love me anymore, and I’ll leave," he whispers, his voice thin.

Your breath catches. The world seems to stop for a moment. The mere thought of not having him by your side feels like someone has taken the air from your lungs. But your pride keeps you frozen, staring at him, unable to say anything.

He steps forward, closing the gap between you. His scent surrounds you, familiar and comforting, but the tension doesn’t loosen. He looks at you, desperately searching for an answer in your eyes. And then, suddenly, he breaks every barrier.

His lips crash onto yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. It’s a kiss full of anger, desperation, saying everything that words can’t express. His hands grab your waist tightly, as if he's afraid you’ll slip away. You respond with the same fervor, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

The kiss grows deeper, and all the built-up tension turns into a burning desire. Your bodies press together, emotions swirling in an uncontrollable vortex. When you break apart, both of you gasping for air, Hector rests his forehead against yours, his eyes burning into yours.

"Don’t ever make me think you might not want me," he murmurs, his voice rough.

You shake your head, finally letting go of your pride. "I want you. Always."

Hector smiles faintly, his thumb brushing your cheek softly. "Then let’s stop fighting over stupid things."

You nod, and this time, it’s you who kisses him, more gently, letting love take the place of the anger. The kiss lingered in the air, a soft and intimate moment finally broken by Hector's quiet chuckle as your foreheads touch. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice tinged, as usual, with a trace of his thick spanish accent.

You smile softly, kissing his jaw. "I already forgave you baby". He lets out a soft sigh, tilting his head to one side at your kiss, enjoying the tender moment after the argument. "You forgive me too easily," he mutters, a slight teasing in his voice.

You playfully roll your eyes and gently swat his chest, your fingers lingering on his chest a little while longer before pulling away. "Shut up," you respond, your tone light-hearted. "You know I can't stay mad at you for long."

Hector grins, his hand sliding to your hip, giving it a light squeeze. "I know, I know. You're too sweet for your own good." He leans in, brushing his nose against yours. "And I'm lucky to get away with so much."

You let out a soft laugh, your hands moving to rest on his shoulders, fingers tracing light patterns. "You're just a big charmer, and you know it," you say, your voice just above a whisper, the words almost lost in the small gap between your lips.

Hector's grin widens as he moves closer, pressing his body fully against yours. His hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you in even closer. "Well, I can't help it if I'm naturally charming," he teases, his other hand finding its way to your waist, his touch gentle but possessive.

Hector kisses your neck softly, nibbling it. You let out a soft sigh of pleasure as Hector's lips graze your neck, the gentle nibbles sending chills down your spine. Your fingers grip his shoulders tighter instinctively, your body reacting to his touch."Hector," you whisper, both a plea and a warning.

He smirks against your skin, aware of the effect he has on you. "Yes, cariño?" he responds, his lips continuing to explore your neck, moving up to your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin.

Your breath hitches at the nickname, his voice sending fresh sparks of desire through you. "Stop teasing me," you manage to say, your voice shaky but filled with want.

Hector chuckles in amusement and squeezes your ass. "Darling, I don't want to tease you, I just want to make it up to you" he murmurs, playfully nibbling your earlobe. Your breath catches in your throat as his hand squeezes your ass. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, a mixture of desire and mock indignation. "Oh, really?" you respond, your voice betraying your growing arousal. "And how exactly do you plan to make it up to me?"

He grins against your skin, his hand moving lower, gently massaging your ass. "Oh, trust me, cariño, I have a few ideas," he replies, his voice low and sensual. Hector's other hand slips under your t-shirt, his fingers brushing against your bare skin, sending another shiver down your spine.

You had a long day ahead of you.