#could be an ask. could be a one liner. nobody knows

[mntalbrakdown]

doin’ time - C. Fisher

masterlist!

mentions of: cussing, makeouts, smut… 18+ MDNI. fem receiving (fingering), cum play, piv unprotected (wrap b4 u tap)

synopsis: at the empty house party you play a quick game of cat and mouse with conrad

wc: 3.5k

a/n: i haven’t proofread this yet

gif from @thatonekimgirl

the purple pink and blue strobe lights that Conrad, Belly, and Jeremiah bought at Paty City made you look like you were glowing. the party was 70's theme and you were dressed in a lime green mini dress with gogo boots, you teased your hair to have a bump paired with a white headband. you had a graphic black liner and you felt beautiful. you were with Cam at the dj booth. you and Cam have always been close, you guys were touchy, but you never liked him, nor did he to you. in fact he told you about his feelings for Skye which you applauded to because you wanted him to be happy.

"can you guys play" Jumper the one who allowed Belly to buy the liquor started his sentence. which was cut off when Skye pointed at the "fuck the requests" sign they made

"sorry the sign speaks" you say sitting next to Cam at a random table

"but" Jumper continues

"respect the playlist" Cam cuts Jumper off with that he walks away from his attempt

"Steven curated this playlist with great intent" Skye says making it sound like a great medicine that could cure all diseases

"to make boys get bitches" you say jokingly which was true you saw four guys within 30 minutes pull a girl upstairs

"rest in peace to their backs" Cam jokes since there were no beds in the house to have sex comfortably with

"so how are you and Conrad" Skye asks you

"what do you mean" it was out of the blue, you didn't know what they were talking about

"y/n you can't be that clueless" Cam pokes at you making you squirm

"i seriously don't know what your guys' game is right now" you say searching their eyes

"he so very obviously likes you" Skye says

"you have some nerve Skye" you say mocking them since they are also in a similar situation with Cam

"what does that mean" Cam asks

"nothing" Skye and you say in unison

"all im saying is that man is smitten with you" Skye says making Cam nod his head in agreement

"yeah right since when" you say taking a sip from your coke

"since you and I got close last summer, he got really stiff and would clench his jaw when we would hold each others hand or even when i had my hand around your waist, his whole mood would switch" Cam says pointing all the times Conrad has been tense

"all those times Belly would walk into the room" you rebuttal Cam’s so very wrong analysis.

"ehhh wrong" both Cam and Skye said in the same time making you laugh at how alike they are

"i've ran tests and experiments, that man always sits next to you and looks for your vote in a decision," Skye says

"fuck you both" you say flipping them off

"time and place" Cam says at lightning speed

"i don't want to get scoliosis" you mock the previous joke you said before

"don't think that's how it works" Skye retorts but nonetheless they laughed as well

"hey y/n let's get a picture" Steven says pulling you away from the two others as Conrad was hiding behind him

"yeah sure" you say hopping off the table saying you'll be right back to the others

as you were following the two boys through the groups of sweaty highlighter bodies you were almost lost and by each step the gap between you and Conrad grew bigger. he looked right behind and saw what was happening. he extended his hand out so the gap would close and you grabbed on. you walked until you were at the bottoms steps of the staircase. surprisingly there was nobody there

"ok stand right there" Steven says as he was looking through the polaroid lens

"did you set this up" you whisper in Conrad's ears as you tiptoe

"no" he says flustered

"he's lying" Steven says making you shocked by his good hearing

"good" you say as you smile wide for the camera as you try your hardest to give Conrad bunny ears. you wait for the flash but Steven takes his time. you could feel Conrad's eyes on you. as well as his arm snake around your waist. were they right? did Conrad really like you? as you get out of your own head you finally get the bright white flash from the camera making this go by faster

"let me see" Conrad says as if he was out of his spell and going over to Steven to see the photo, but the thing about Polaroids is that you have to wait a moment to see the photo develop

"stay with me" Conrad says grabbing you by the waist to take you to the bottom of the stairs and sit

"ok" it wasn't like he asked you to stay it was a demand and you weren't mad about it

"I'm going to find Taylor" Steven says as he walks away

"wear a condom" you scream

"fuck off" Steven screams back

"so how are you and Cam" Conrad asks through gritted teeth

"he's good, going to see if Skye already asks him out" you say trying to slide the fact that you and Cam aren't dating

"oh, I thought you two were a thing" Conrad says trying his hardest to bite back his smile

"no, we're just really close" you say meeting his blue eyes that were now dark with a glint in his eye

"cool" he says not knowing what else to say

"cooool" you say not knowing how to carry the conversation

"yeah" was the only thing muttered from Conrad

"why cool" you say trying to see his thought process

"cool in the fact i spent all of last summer wasting my time with Nicole, no offense to her she's cool, just wanted to talk to you" he says searching your eyes to see if he struck a nerve

"you're cute, dumb and oblivious, but cute" you say as your hand goes to his hair and push it to his ear, making him almost pur to your touch

"i'm the oblivious one" he says in a confused and questionable way

"yes, I'm the one talking to you" you say in the same tone

"you clearly never looked my way" he says pointing at your chest

"bullshit" you say leaning against the railing

"everyone else picked up on it" Conrad says

"ok fine, i was the oblivious one" you say surrounding "give me the photo" you say as enough time has passed so it would be devloped

"what would you give me if i do" Conrad whispered lustfully which caught you off guard

"pfft nothing" you says as you extend your arm to get the photo from his other side

"than no" he says grabbing the photo and extending his arm backwards so you couldn't reach it

"fuck your long arms" you say climbing over his lap and trying to grab the photo which made your boobs hit his face making him kiss them "oh shit my bad" you say retracting back to your previous seat

"no" Conrad says wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you on his lap

"oh" you say as you see Conrad lean in for a kiss and you go in, letting all your muscles relax and allow you to really enjoy this kiss, both your hands on each side of Conrad's face as his are trained on your waist and tangled in your hair

"i really like you" he says pulling away from the kiss to look up at your face seeing how swollen your lips have already gotten

"good, because i like you too" you say smiling at the fact some of your pink lipgloss got on his lips "let me see the photo" you says looking deep into Conrad's eyes as he hands the photo to you

it was you the highest you could possibly go on your tiptoes to give Conrad the bunny ears, but even than you could barely see your fingers. your face was looking straight at the camera with the most derpiest smile you could plaster on. he on the other hand was looking deep into you, he wanted to savor the moment of how you looked while someone takes a picture of you, no one ever does that, their main priority was to look at the lens. and even now as you look deep into the photo and analyze it. Conrad is looking at you seeing how you take something as small as a picture and critique it

"why are you looking at me in this" you say flipping the photo to him

"i don't know" he says, but he was obvlously lying, you could tell he was lying when he says those three words

"you're a liar" you say as you go in for a quick kiss which makes Conrad excited, but you quickly pull away

"booo" he says like a seven year

"not until you tell me the truth" you say looking deep into his eyes as he eyes your lips to make sure he catches everything over the loud music and also because he wants to continue kissing you

"i never get to be that close to you and i really liked you and thought you were dating Cam so I had to take advantage of my time with you" he blurts everything out ready to kiss you again

"awe" you say clapping both of your hands to your face making Conrad pull you into a kiss by grabbing you by the back of your head

"get a fucking room" Jeremiah says to the both of you

"we'll take yours asshole" Conrad says jokingly

"ewww gross" he says walking down the hall

"do you want to" Conrad says trying not to push anything, but he did really want you, but he wouldn't say anything because he didn't want to sway your vote

"umm sure" you say putting a piece of hair behind your ear

“here follow me” Conrad says as he carrie’s you off his lap so you could stand and than he got up.

he grabbed your hand in his and led you up the stairs. you were close with Belly so you knew enough about the house layout. but it was all empty now so it felt odd and anything but a home. it was just a house now. his room was empty. you tried to picture having a good comfortable time but you couldn’t. he could see the expression all written on your face.

“we could use a floaty” he says scratching the back of his head

“and pop it” you laugh thinking of the idea of doing it only to pop it in the middle of it

“i want it to be nice” he says trying not to have just a hookup. he really liked you. he wanted this night to be special. he finally got his girl

“it could be nice another day, hooking up at a party is already so unclassy” you say pulling him for a kiss

“ok but than where” he says in between your kiss

“what about the bathroom” it was the only place that could be remotely nice

“ok follow me” he says kissing you once last time on your gore head, lips, and lastly neck

Conrad grabbed your hand and took you down the hall to the bathroom. surprising it wasn’t busy. when you opened the door Conrad immediately locked the door. after he instantly cornered you at a wall so you couldn’t leave him. which you weren’t planning on it either way

“hey” Conrad said leaning his forehead on yours

“hi” you say leaning in to kiss him. leaned in for a kiss. it was deep and passionate. you felt yourself relax. your shoulders fell down as your hands followed his face to his jaw and let them stay there. as Conrad was deepening the kiss you let out a slight moan. it was music to Conrad’s ears. he wanted to hear more. he was hungry to hear more.

“i need you” Conrad pulls away from you with blissed out eyes

“fuck- me too” you say as Conrad picks you up and sits you at the sink

he lifted your dress up to reveal your dark red laced thong. he felt himself snap. he needed you. he needed to be inside you.

as he pulled the thong all the way down. “god you’re so wet” he puts the red lace in his pocket for ‘safe keeping’

he licked his two fingers as lubricant and started to finger you. you followed his fingers as they disappeared and reappeared. sucking on your bottom lip to not draw attention to the bathroom. even though no one could hear you over the loud music.

“look at me when i’m fucking you” Conrad demanded. he wanted to see how your face contoured at his actions. making him feel good inside

if he could he would do this to you all day. he’s been dreaming about this ever since he could remember. he continued with his action. adding fingers as he goes. as he did you gasped into his forearm almost drawing blood with your red nails. Conrad was circling your clit with his other hand to speed the processes up. he needed you.

“Conrad” you whispered lowly and it snapped. Conrad and you. with the white liquid falling down his hand.

“god i need you” as he licks his fingers clean and leaning down to kiss you, tasting yourself

“you’re all i need” you say with fucked out eyes

Conrad unbuttoned his pants, dropping everything with it. making you take his shirt off. leaving him exposed. you opened your legs wider for him.

“fuck” Conrad leans in to kiss you biting your bottom lip as he pulls away “i don’t have a condom” he says flatly

“it’s fine, i’m on the pill” you say as you get the cum spilling from you and rubbing it on Conrad to lubricat him.

“i need to feel you” Conrad says desperately as he pushes inside you. kissing you to hide your moans.

he was huge. you don’t know what you were expecting but he was stretching you in the best way possible. the whole time knowing Conrad you never ever thought about his size. as he entered inside you, you leaned against the mirror and exposing your neck. moaning loudly to the way Conrad is making you feel giving him a confidence boost. as he continued his actions you would look down because you liked the view and every time Conrad lifted your head to see him. and when he did you moaned because he was the one fucking your cunt.

“let me hear you” Conrad whispered in your ear

“fuck Connie” you say grabbing Conrad and making out with him

something about you being fucked in retro clothes. and how Conrad liked the dress because he could see your boobs which allowed him to leave hickeys down your chest as a manrepelent. that he is the one for you and only you. you tugged on his hair to make him moan, which led to him kissing you deeply, hitting a new spot

“y/n you need to take a picture with me and Taylor” Belly says loudly through the door

“mm- yeah on it just doing some-e touch ups” you struggle to speak because Conrad just kept going deeper and circling your clit trying to make you mess up

as you heard the steps walk away you let out a loud moan which you weren’t expecting. the white substance running down your legs as Conrad just looks amazed at you.

“that was so hot” Conrad says hiding his face into your neck leaving new hickeys to decorate your body in the morning “turn around” Conrad demanded

“but-“

“please it’ll be quick”

and so you did. you didn’t know why but you trusted him with everything you had inside of you. maybe because you knew him amongst all your life, but either way he was making you feel so good today.

he turned you around so your face was looking at the mirror. it was fogged up from the steam coming from the both of you. Conrad aligned himself again going deeper and faster keeping the same pace he liked how your face would come close to the mirror almost hitting it. your eyes were watering and you were trying not to let them stream and ruin your makeup, but he just kept going

your hair was all sorts of tangled. your eyeliner and masacra running and your lipstick was smudged. your boobs were spilling out from the top of the dress as Conrad kept pounding inside of you.

“you look so fucking hot” Conrad says looking at you from the mirror

“yeah” you say half moan half question

“fuck yeah” Conrad affirmed

“take a picture” you say grabbing his phone from the counter and putting it on selfie mode. letting both you and Conrad in the photo as you but your lip and he concentrates on making you feel good

“fuck that was hot” he says as you put it in his hidden photos

you would look at his face from the mirror he was so focused on pleasuring you. and than another moment he would make eye contact with you through the mirror. his naked body heaving from the lost of air.

he leaned down to where your ear was nibbling at it and licking it to add more stimulus and make you come which was successful. you grasped into the sink so hard that you thought you would break it and moaned so loud that Conrad made you face him and kiss him to suppress the noise. because even though he liked hearing you, that was loud enough to hear over the music and didn’t want to stop the fun

“Conrad-” you say clenching on Conrad’s shaft

your stomach was tightening for the third time this night. you felt your body come to a stop, everything inside you started to tighten. you were sure your mascara was running

Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you ramble. He speeds his movements, knowing you’re close

“You’re so beautiful.” he thought. The way your head is titled back, your mouth wide open. He loves the way your eyes were screwed shut in pleasure. He couldn’t help but smile, not being able to stop admiring you.

He watches your face as you unravel, feeling him come close behind. “Ohmygod, fuck. Conrad, please,” you begin to pull away from him and look forward, the overstimulation almost painful. you came so hard tipping Conrad over the edge and following behind.

as he pulls out you felt the cold air hit you and you arched your back, Conrad looks at the sight and wishes he could take a picture. he uses his fingers to push the cum in.

“what are you doing” you ask standing straight but losing your balance

“i want you to walk around with my cum inside you” Conrad says leaning in to kiss you

“you’re so annoying” you say turning around to the fogged you mirror and cleaning it with your hand. fixing your eyes and smudged lips.

“i’m keeping these” Conrad pulls your underwear from his pocket

“no!” you yelp running to grab them but breaking your ankles

“did i do i that” Conrad asks at your lose of walking skills

“shut up” you say walking slowly to the door and walking away struggling

“two new photos today” he says referring back to the polaroid and the explicit version

“only for you” you say fixing your dress down your body as you take your shoes off to be able to walk a little better

“what now” Conrad asked

“i’m tired let me lay with you” you say wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss you

“ok” he says with a polite smile

you didn’t really understand how he could destroy you one moment and than the nicest person in the world. a person who would want to give you the world. and you enjoyed it. it kept you on your toes.

you quickly run to his room to make sure one one else could see your state of fucked up appearance. but your plan failed as Conrad quickly swooped you taking you in for a quick kiss making you smile.

“i have some extra clothes if you want” he asks pulling them out to you

“ooo give me” you say changing quickly in the corner of his room

“you’re funny” he says laughing laying down on his blanket and pillow

“what why” you say putting the shirt over your head and walking back to him

“you were all about yourself a second ago and than now you’re all shy” he says poking you

“oh shut up” you say moving your body so your back faced him

“make me” he says towering over your face so he could be kissed by you

a/n: i take requests!

[wasabidottie]

shitty movie | Jschlatt

a/n: okay okay so its literally been the longest time ever and ik nobody is dying to know why i havnt been posting so instead of a long-winded explanation here is a lil story about our favorite big man !! ive been liking the idea of like a new ish relationship where they dont really know where its going but they are both just happy to be there. idk. hope you guys enjoy :)

You didn’t intend to stay as long as you did. In fact, you’d been pretty adamant about not spending the night at Schlatt’s place. Not that you didn’t want to, but something about it felt too soon, too intimate. Even after the kiss and the banter, part of you wasn’t ready to cross that line just yet.

But then the beer flowed a little too easily, and Schlatt, despite his usual cocky persona, had suggested putting on a movie. “Something shitty,” he’d said with a sly grin, grabbing the remote and flipping through an endless list of B-movies until you settled on some absurd action flick from the 80s.

Now, the living room lights were dimmed, casting a soft glow over everything. Jambo had claimed the arm of the couch, curled up into a fluffball, while Soup lounged on the floor, too cool for company but not too far from you. Schlatt sat beside you, his arm draped lazily along the back of the couch, fingertips barely grazing your shoulder. The action movie blared in the background, all explosions and cheesy one-liners, but your attention kept drifting back to him—the way he’d glance at you every few minutes, the way his body seemed relaxed, like he’d finally let his guard down.

“Why do these guys always yell when they’re about to punch someone?” you asked, your voice laced with amusement as the hero on-screen let out an overly dramatic war cry.

Schlatt snorted, taking a swig of his beer. “Because they have to let you know how tough they are. It’s a requirement. Didn’t you know?”

You rolled your eyes. “Right, because real tough guys totally yell before every punch.”

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” he replied, grinning at you. “I bet if I yelled loud enough, I could scare off any fucker who tried to mess with you”

You shot him a look. “I think you already do that.”

He chuckled, a deep sound that rumbled from his chest. “Yeah, well, maybe I should tone it down. Don’t wanna scare you off.”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, noting the almost shy way he said it. For all his bluster, Schlatt had a soft spot underneath that tough exterior, and the more time you spent with him, the more you realized how much he tried to hide it.

“You’re not scaring me off,” you said softly, leaning into him just a little. “I think I’m stuck with you now, remember?”

He grinned, his usual bravado returning as he nudged your shoulder. “Damn right you are.”

As the movie continued, the room grew quieter, and the conversation lulled into comfortable silence. Schlatt stretched, his arm falling more naturally around your shoulders now, pulling you in a little closer. You didn’t resist—didn’t even think to. It felt right, the two of you just sitting there, the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

And then, slowly but surely, the exhaustion from the long day began to catch up with you. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until your eyelids started feeling heavy, the dialogue of the movie turning into background noise, fading into the distance.

You told yourself you’d just rest your eyes for a minute. Just a minute.

Schlatt noticed almost immediately when your head dipped against his shoulder, your body relaxing against his as your breathing evened out. He stiffened at first, unsure of what to do with the sudden proximity. You had said you weren’t staying the night, and he didn’t want to cross any boundaries, but now here you were, practically nestled into him, your face pressed into the crook of his neck.

He glanced down at you, a mixture of amusement and tenderness flickering across his face. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “Tough girl, my ass.”

Part of him wanted to wake you up, remind you that you had said you weren’t going to stay. But the other part— the bigger part—was secretly thrilled that you had fallen asleep like this, completely at ease with him.

With a quiet sigh, Schlatt shifted his position slightly, trying to make both of you more comfortable without waking you. He reached for the remote, turning down the volume of the movie, then grabbed the blanket draped over the back of the couch. Carefully, he tucked it around you, his movements awkward and hesitant, as though he wasn’t quite sure how to handle this kind of tenderness.

As he settled back against the couch, his eyes drifted over to the TV, but his mind was elsewhere. He stared at the screen, but all he could think about was you—how peaceful you looked when you weren’t trying to keep up with his banter, how natural it felt to have you this close.

And, as much as he hated to admit it, how good it felt.

For a guy like Schlatt, emotions were messy and complicated, things to be shoved aside in favor of practicalities. But with you, it was different. He’d never felt this way about anyone before—this strange combination of protectiveness, admiration, and, if he was being honest with himself, something dangerously close to affection.

He sighed again, running a hand through his hair. “I’m in deep, huh?”

Soup meowed from his spot on the floor, blinking lazily at Schlatt before stretching out his paws.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Schlatt muttered, glancing down at you again. “I’m fucked.”

You stirred slightly in your sleep, nuzzling closer to him, and Schlatt’s heart did a weird little flip in his chest. He wasn’t used to this—being soft, being vulnerable. But with you? Maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Carefully, he rested his hand on your arm, his thumb brushing over your skin in a gentle, almost absent-minded gesture. He didn’t want to admit it, but he liked having you here. More than liked it. He wasn’t quite sure what that meant yet, but for now, he was content to just enjoy the moment.

Minutes passed, the movie still playing in the background, but Schlatt hardly paid attention. Instead, he found himself watching you—watching the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, the way your lips parted slightly in sleep, the way your hair fell against his shoulder.

“Cute when you’re quiet, you know that?” he murmured, a soft smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t sure if he was talking to you or to himself at this point, but it didn’t matter. You were here, in his arms, and that was enough.

Eventually, his own eyes began to droop, the combination of warmth and exhaustion lulling him into a drowsy haze. He fought it for as long as he could, but eventually, sleep overtook him too.

The next morning, the sun peeked through the blinds, casting a soft glow over the room. You blinked awake, disoriented for a moment as you realized where you were—curled up on Schlatt’s couch, your head still resting on his shoulder.

And he? He was still asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful in a way you’d never seen before. His arm was still wrapped loosely around you, holding you close as if even in sleep, he didn’t want to let go.

You smiled to yourself, feeling a strange sense of warmth settle in your chest. This wasn’t what you’d planned, but as you watched him sleep, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it.

Not one bit.

[kagamesayu]

shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader

c/w . implied female reader, implied smut, fluff, shidou ryusei is crazy for you wc: 1 k a/n . shidou ryusei my beloved. literally obsessed with his crazy ass ugh <3 reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

pt 1, pt 2

imagine...

shidou who loves every bit of you. your short pink skirt that shows off your panties every time you jump around, your too tight shirts that show off your body and the way you make him feel like the smartest person in the world.

like - no baby, pikachu is not a real animal.

you bounce off each others energies so well, your dynamic is literally popular jock x popular cheerleader. he'd be at games and look for you in the stands, pointing and blowing kisses in your direction. and you'd return them in fervor, shaking your 'ryu-baby you can do it!!!' sign that was decorated with pink glitter and cut-out hearts.

he once flashed his tits to you while sticking his tongue out. you'd almost returned the favour but your friend stopped you. truly lucky for everyone, cause if you had done that ryusei would , firstly, destroy every camera in that stadium and then give everyone concussions because nobody but him could look at your bahonkers.

shidou who adores how your hands look in his. your acrylic nails that leave a delicious sting whenever they touch him beautifully contrast his own dull short nails that you manicured yourself.

"babe you need to look after your nails! at the very least let me paint a base coat!" you'd pout at him, fluttering your pretty eyelashes at him while holding his hands close to your chest.

usually when you went out together he'd hold you by the waist, but every time you get new acrylics he'd hold you by your hands. he loves playing with your nails, feeling the new textures you'd gotten.

he'll let you paint his nails too, makes you promise to get your painted the colour of his tip.

shidou who tells everyone about his beautiful partner. at this point, everybody in the world knew you were together, with how obnoxious he was about your relationship. in every interview he's able to bring you up. doesn't matter if no one asked him, he'll talk about you.

and he almost always gives them a little too much info.

"what i think of the other team? think they all suck. saw one of them lookin' at m' doll and i was gonna knock 'im out! i mean - i get it. they're fuckin' hot but they're mine."

"o-ok, well-"

"ya'll know about us right? i'm taken by her," he shows a polaroid picture of you he put on the back of his phone. "and she's mine. she's so cute too, almost sued dog treat companies cause she thought they were made from actual dogs."

"yes, let's move on-"

"and look - she painted my nails. painted them the colour of m' eyes."

"alright that's cute-"

"she painted hers the colour of my tip-"

"ANYWAYS."

shidou who loves doing makeup with you. yes he only has to do eyeliner, but he loves distracting talking to you while you get yourself ready to go out.

he absolutely adores helping you put on lip gloss. he has you seat on his lap, a hand holding your jaw while the other holds the applicator. he definitely steals a few kisses first though. wets your lips he says and you just nod along, too dumb to realise that the lip gloss does that for you.

that doesn't mean he doesn't kiss you after applying the gloss though. after making you smack your lips together he dives in like he's going for a goal, sucking and biting your bottom lip. you'd get so angry cause you'll have to clean your makeup up, but he doesn't care too much. he'll just sit there, pink smeared over his lips as you fret over your appearance.

he also loves when you help him draw on his eyeliner. he'll have his chin pressed on your fantastic titties, one of your hands on the back of his head as the other held the liner.

when this happens his eyes always seem to take in your features. the wrinkle of your eyebrows or the way your mouth is slightly open, he loves looking at you.

shidou who has to be pulled back by you every time he gets into a fight. it could be for any reason. they were looking at him funny, they were looking at you periodt, they were getting too close, anything and everything gets him riled up. especially if it involves you. his special little doll he loves so much.

he's got to protect what is his after all.

you'd hold him from behind both hands on his chest as you try to pull him away. "baby they're not worth your time!"

"those fuckers called ya dumb doll! ain't no fuckin' way i'd let that slide!" only he was allowed to call you that. he's growling, dangerous smirk on his face as the veins on his arms and neck stand up. this, you think, is when he's the most sexy.

the only way to stop him is to direct his anger into a different place.

you step closer, pressing your plush breasts against his back, the hand on his chest sliding up to his neck as the other moved to hold his shoulder.

"mm...but baby it's getting really hot here, and i really really want you." you stand on your tippy toes, pouted lips pressing against his ear as you whisper into his it.

his anger almost fully vanishes, gone with the guys who 'insulted' you. now his anger changes to something else, something more...dangerous.

to you, that is. cause you won't be walking for the next few days.

shidou who after tussles with people, lets you nurse him back to health. loves when you play doctor cause he get's all of your attention to himself.

doesn't matter if it's a bruise or if its his cut up knuckles, you tend to all his injuries with loving care. of course, you don't really know what your'e doing but it's the thought that counts! and he won't stop you when you use cute kuromi plasters on his wounds.

yes they are glittery, and pink and cutesy. yes everyone at training talks about how lovesick he looks when he stares at his fingers. but does he care? no.

[loveliestlovelygirl]

one of his girls

finnick odair x gn!reader

synopsis: stuck in a long elevator ride with finnick odair himself, he promises to save you a dance at the capitol party. with him, you become the center of attention instantly. the guests watch in envy, most of them wishing they were you. but finnick has his own motives for his pursuit of you.

w.c: 2.2K+

highlights: {minors dni} dark content, implied sex trafficking, alcohol, capitol party, social hierarchy, sexual content, lack of aftercare

Finnick’s suit jacket is navy but darker. Something like a midnight blue. The fabric is shiny, so shiny that you can faintly see your reflection on his bicep.

“Pretty.”

Startled that he would speak to you or even notice that you were standing beside him. You are a nobody compared to him. “T-thank you,” you stutter. His voice is enticing in a way. Not deep. But unapologetically masculine and yet soft at the same time. It haunts you. Any reply you could fathom would be but nonsense.

He chuckles. His smile is big. “Oh, I meant my suit.”

Suddenly, the elevator you are riding in together seemed even smaller. You can’t escape your embarrassment. It suffocates you entirely. Completely mortified by your assumption, you hang your head to hide your building tears. Why do I have to be such an idiot!

The hundreds of people at the party above would kill to be in this elevator with him. And you choose to act a fool.

When Finnick turns your way, you glance up just enough to really view his outfit. His shirt is made from a sheer black fabric, and his jacket is left open. You can see every ripple along his abdomen. You curse yourself for noticing.

“You are too though.” He leans down a bit to meet your eyes. “I just like this suit, don’t you?”

“Yes, it… becomes you.”

Finnick gives you a satisfied smirk. “Ah, my first compliment of the night.”

You cover your mouth to laugh. “I’m sure you’ll be drowning in them by the end.”

“If only that weren’t true,” he notes, leaning against the back wall. “It’s hard being loved by all.”

You laugh again. While everyone goes on and on about his incomparable beauty, they’ve never mentioned his humorous side. But you wonder if maybe there is some truth to his statement. Maybe he doesn’t like being in the limelight so often. He’s always a main attraction at Capitol parties. Everyone tries to go home with him.

You admire Finnick’s makeup. The coal liner that brings out his green eyes. And the gold flecks on his pink cheeks, matching his golden hair. “You really do look pretty, Finnick,” you say to him.

He nods. “I have to. The scandal I would cause if I were underdressed. You know me, always the attention whore.” He says that with a hint of disgust that maybe he didn’t intend for your ears.

The elevator comes to a stop before you have a chance to ask what he meant by that. Finnick waves to you.

“I’ll save you a dance, darling.”

Everyone fiercely fights for Finnick’s attention through the batting of eyelashes, assaulting him with compliments, and insincere kisses to his golden cheeks. You watch him accept their adoration with gracious elegance that only he has. When they flirt with him, he flirts back flawlessly, without skipping a beat. From this outside view it seems to come so naturally to him. It looks like he thrives when he’s adored. Most people wouldn’t know how to handle the attention. They would suffocate from the weight of it all. But not Finnick Odair. You figure he’s seen so much in his life that nothing phases him. Nothing at all.

While he’s in the center of the room, you draw near to the sidelines. You nibble at the food and sip white wine. Finnick has been too busy the entire night entertaining guests that he has no time for enjoying a meal. You hope he ate before.

From the dessert bar, you watch him dancing with a loudly dressed man with green hair. The way their bodies move together is fluid. Finnick can dance. In fact, he’s very skilled with the way he controls his partner all in the rhythm of the music. Perhaps your envy causes you to avert your gaze, and you walk around to the opposite side of the bar so that you no longer have to watch. You know that your encounter in the elevator meant nothing to Finnick. His calling you pretty means nothing. He flirts with everyone he can.

You lose yourself to chocolate and your self-effacing thoughts. And you don’t notice when he sneaks up behind you. When Finnick’s hand touches your shoulder, you nearly jump.

“Hello, Finnick,” you mutter, not turning to look at his face.

“I noticed you were watching me.”

You shrug. “Everyone was. He seems… fun.”

“I don’t care about everyone.” He steps around you and wedges himself between you and the bar. “Are you…” he leans in, staring at you suspiciously, “jealous?”

“Of him?” you balk at his presumptuousness. “You—”

“He’s obsessed with me,” Finnick scoffs. “And I hate him. But…” his lips ghost your ear, “he’s close to our beloved president.” He steps away from you after he says that. “But that’s just between you and me.”

A little stunned that he would share a private detail of his affairs with you, you’re caught at a loss for words. “I have no one to tell.”

His fingers slip between yours. “Don’t you? You frequent these gatherings.”

Quickly, you remove your hand from his. “My mother insists that I make an appearance. She’s working on marital arrangements for me as we speak.”

Finnick nods. “I see. I suppose it was a little self-assured for me to believe you came for me.”

“Plenty do.”

Turning his face toward the crowd, he watches them dance and laugh, drink and eat. “It’s true. They know they might get something from me.”

“Your reputation precedes you.”

He looks back to you and centers his gaze upon your eyes. “You don’t act like them. You don’t gorge yourself on extravagant pleasures as they do. You’re not from the Capitol, are you?”

You shake your head. “No. I’m from a lesser district. I was adopted.”

“I pity you. You would have been better off back home.” Finnick reaches behind you and grabs a drink. He leans back to swallow. “I count down the days until I can go back to mine. But… it’s uncertain when I will be allowed to go back.”

You look at him quizzically. “Allowed?”

He smiles cheekily, acknowledging that you heard him correctly. He means for you to know that. “You should dance with me,” he says, abruptly changing the subject. He grabs your wrist with his big hand, his grip so strong that you could never overpower his might. His strength is god-like, a formidable weapon in a fight. But with you… he uses his strength gently.

There is no use denying him his wishes. Finnick pulls you along to the middle of the dance floor where you both quickly become the center of attention. The faces that never bothered to give you a second glance are staring at you unashamedly. But it’s all because of the man who holds you in his arms.

They’re jealous of you… for once.

Finnick leads you in the dance, both arms about your waist and holding you close to him. His cologne warms your senses. His scent is potent and tempting, and you only wish to get closer to him. But with where you stand right now, that’s quite impossible without taking off all your clothes.

You hold onto his neck as you sway to the beat of melody filling the room. He moves your body in time with his. You follow his lead completely. Being in the spotlight magnifies every flaw you can conceive of for everyone to see and tease you for. The blinding light of Finnick’s stardom no doubt makes it worse. No one looks pretty standing beside him.

You press your face against his suit jacket to hide yourself. You can’t take it anymore, looking all around the room and seeing all those judgmental expressions directed toward you. Holding onto Finnick keeps your grounded. He makes you feel safe. As you dance you begin to understand why so many obsess over his attention. Regardless of whether or not it is genuine, it feels that way. Every touch, every look feels real. And it makes you crave more. More of him. And it’s disgusting how quickly he’s made you harbor lustful feelings towards him.

Every time he looks down at you with his mesmerizing gaze, he gives you fuck me eyes. Every single time.

Like now.

You pull at the collar of his jacket and giggle. “Finnick… you can’t look at me like that.”

He lifts your chin. “Don’t tell me what I can’t do.” His tone is playfully cautious.

“You might make me fall—” you stop, shaking your head, backing away one step to put distance between your bodies.

“That’s the point, sweetheart. Tonight. I’m all yours.” He pulls you back in a spin, leans in close to your ear, lips grazing. “A favor you might… repay one day.”

“What kind of favor are you asking for?” You can’t believe you’re considering his offer. But there’s something about him. How can you resist the pull? You’re only human.

“I know who you are. I know you have a house in your district 7. I need a haven and transportation to the location. Until the storm blows over.” Finnick tells you these things with a big smile on his face.

“Storm? What storm?”

“I’m leaving the capitol. Very soon. You’re the last piece of the puzzle.”

You laugh at him as if he’s crazy. “Why would you want to leave the Capitol, Finnick? You can have everything you want.”

He turns serious for a moment. “I don’t want everything. I just want to go home. I have a connection in your district.”

“Okay,” you say. “I can make arrangements for you.”

Pulling you in closer, Finnick’s eyes drift over your lips. “So shall we head upstairs?”

You interlace your fingers in his and give him a nod. This is not how you expected the evening to turn out. Not at all. Your little interaction with Finnick in the elevator wasn’t meant to lead to this. But he pursued you… and his reasons are clear to you now.

When you’re alone with him in one of the upstairs rooms designated for illicit activities, you look around the four walls that surround you. You’re here while they’re stuck beneath you. You’re where the rest of them long to be.

Alone with Finnick Odair.

He pours you a drink and brings it to you. You sip at the sour liquid while he watches you.

“Look into my eyes, sweetheart.” He’s looking into yours, his irises almost as dark as emeralds in the dim lighting. Rolling back his shoulders, his suit jacket hits the floor. You see his skin through his sheer shirt. You’re sure that’s the point of it. He wants people to look at his body.

It worked on you. Easily.

Under the glitzy chandelier, crystal droplets catch the light and enhance his glow. Finnick slowly reveals himself to you, undressing to please you. The darkness in his eyes is alluring, and it draws you to him. The low lights, the incense burning, and the alcohol in your hand are meant to seduce you, as if having Finnick all to yourself is somehow not enough.

His expensive clothes are left behind when he approaches you. His long arm pulls you close, and he holds you against him, his body warm and comforting.

“My drink,” you say, “it spilled.”

Finnick takes the glass from your hand and drinks what’s left. His adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. He tosses the glass somewhere, and it lands in a crash.

“Someone will clean that up,” he notes, taking both your hands and leading you across the room. “Just focus on your desires.” He grins ear to ear. “Focus on me.”

With the way he looks tonight, that’s the easiest thing in the whole world. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you throw yourself into his arms, and Finnick gracefully catches you. And for the first time, you share a kiss with him, two worlds colliding for a moment and an eternity all at once. You feel hazy in wonder. The maneuvering of his mouth pulls and demands the greatest pleasure from you. Never have you been kissed this way before. From the rumors you have heard, few rival Finnick Odair as a lover.

Together, you collapse on the sofa, your body on top of his, your lips never breaking contact. You kiss him all over his face, leaving lipstick prints on his cheeks and forehead. Finnick turns swiftly and pulls you under him, holding you down with his bodyweight and warmth. His skin against yours feels so right somehow, despite the situation. The excitement sparks across your skin, every place he touches with his hands, his fingers, and his mouth as he sucks on the pulse point of your neck.

He unzips the back of your outfit and traces down the ridges on your spine. At the same time, you pause to gaze into the other’s eyes. In that moment, you know you’re thinking the same thing, and soon you find yourself tangled in silken bedsheets.

You’re naked under him. This is the first time you’ve been intimate with someone you barely know. But you feel safe with him. He’s gentle, warming you up first before he truly makes a move. It’s skin on skin, two beating hearts, nails digging into flesh and leaving red marks. The echoes of his smooth voice reverberating in your ears, over and over. Over and over. When he’s inside you, you suddenly discover an insatiable side to your own desires. Passion takes over your body, and you can’t get enough of him and the little freak he’s unraveling in your soul.

The bed shakes and creaks, and in a fleeting glance, you look out from under him, you wondering if the pictures on the wall would crash down over you.

You grasp at his skin, the sheets, the headboard, in attempt to hold out, to let this last a little longer. To enjoy him because it’s unlikely that, once he makes his escape, you’ll see him again. Not like this, at least.

You cry when it hits. That rush, crashing into you like a wave. Finnick backs off soon after, giving you space. You’re not even sure if he felt the same.

You lie there for a long time, just staring up at the ceiling. And eventually he leaves you without another word or loving touch. You know that this was all a favor, but you can’t help but fall a little for him. Everyone does.

But you’re just one of his girls. A means to an end.

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I had a shit ton of ideas about fuckboy!Leon since I saw the fanart made by @glacierclear a while ago, so I decided to write some blurbs about him because I'm obsessed. (At 1.1k words mind you) It gets angsty the further you read.

So, in a world where Leon was able to make the mistakes any young adult would, what would him being a fuckboy look like?

Fuckboy!Leon is a dickhead, a borderline asshole. It’s not entirely intentional, but that’s just the person he is, more so the person he’s become over the years. A literal walking red flag and isn’t ashamed about it, nor does he try to hide it. He’s a walking shitstorm, everyone knows that, and he wears it like a badge with a shit-eating grin on his pretty face.

Fuckboy!Leon whose aesthetic involves black painted nails, eyeliner, and piercings all over his face, more punk than anything, with a slight tinge of jock but that’s only on occasion. He still remembers when he went to a dingy tattoo parlor at 17 with a fake ID after some beers, getting his nipple pierced as a dare from Chris. That was his gateway into the piercing world, going back to do the other nipple to match, followed by some on his ear and now a tongue bar he likes to flash around.

Fuckboy!Leon is a known frat boy and party go-er. You’ll probably find him near the keg drinking straight out of the tap, or playing beer pong as an excuse to drink more. He’s also a social smoker, if there’s weed around from a friend of his, he’ll take a hit or two of a joint just because he could. Despite him being a party animal, he’s actually really smart. A high academic achiever, top of his class and enjoys reading. He just comes off as such a nonchalant douchebag nobody seems to care to ask him about school.

Fuckboy!Leon is an impulsive mess. He’s always getting himself into some shit, whether it be fights or arguments, or being defiant with authority. He just doesn’t give a shit about the rules or labels, thinking it’s all overrated. He’s hotheaded, stubborn, and thinks he knows everything. His ego paired with that vulgar mouth of his constantly gets him in trouble. 

Fuckboy!Leon who is a flirt, a cocky one at that. He doesn’t pay any mind about how he’s perceived, being too annoyed with people as a whole to really give a shit what others think of him. A cornball at heart, he’d have signature one-liners that would make some people roll their eyes, and others drool at the mouth. Most of the time they’ll do the job, but sometimes just sometimes, he’ll get that rejection that he’ll brush off as if it were nothing. Only he’ll think about it for the next few days and try again to remedy that rejection by asking that person again on a shitty date. It doesn’t work.

Fuckboy!Leon who has the reputation of a whore on campus. Everyone knows about him, about what he does or can do in any given setting. You’ve heard of the stories passing by the halls, both girls and guys talking about how well his mouth is and what he does with his hands. Not to mention, how he’s certainly not shy about what he’s carrying. So his ego matches his attitude given that he has a reason to be cocky in the first place.

Fuckboy!Leon who has commitment issues and doesn’t do relationships, much less anything regarding any establishment of intimacy. He doesn’t want the stress of dealing with feelings and actively avoids situations that involve them. All he wants or looks for, are people who are willing to give him a good time, no more and no less. Though as much as he frequently deprives himself of that, there are times when he craves affection from another person. He shuts those ideas down with a quick shot of cheap tequila or some weed, whichever works faster.

Fuckboy!Leon that has this façade of not giving a fuck about himself or other people. That didn’t happen naturally. He used to be the guy who was constantly looking out for others, being reliable, and always saving people while nobody fought to save him. That version of himself died after being hurt one too many times, building an emotional wall that was impenetrable and would protect him from being wounded again. Nobody could hurt him so long as he didn’t let them get too close. 

Fuckboy!Leon who has abandonment issues and is scared of intimacy. He’s been left alone and forgotten by the same people who said they cared about him. The last thing Leon wants is to try to mend the pieces of himself after someone was finished using him. So he doesn’t invest in people or personal relationships outside of friendship. He learned a long time ago that if he keeps people at a distance, they can’t hurt him.

Fuckboy!Leon is insecure to a degree. It’s not that he doesn’t think he’s attractive, he is and he knows that and uses it to his advantage. But he oversexualizes himself because he thinks that’s the only way people would want him, the only way he can get people's attention. All this does for him is make him question his self-worth constantly, and doubt whether or not anyone views him as a human being instead of someone expendable. 

Fuckboy!Leon who constantly self-sabotages because he doesn’t think he’s good enough for happiness or love. On top of the trust issues he has, he feels that once he has something going for him, he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. He’ll find a way to mess things up for himself to get the result he’s used to having. Leon doesn’t want to risk being in a position of vulnerability, so instead he’ll hurt the other person before they get the chance to do it to him first.

Fuckboy!Leon who despite the trauma he buries and usually dismisses, all he really wants is someone to care enough about him to want him in their life. He was always there when people needed him but when it was time for him to need help there was nobody in his corner to support him. He wishes that for once, someone cared enough to fight for him instead.

Fuckboy!Leon who underneath that cocky, irritating, and emotionally-detached persona is someone that wants to be loved. He’s so certain he isn’t worthy of that and thinks nobody would be willing to try for him. He thinks he’s hard to love, that it’s all rotten work. He’s a douche sure, but he’s a sweetheart underneath, one that is too scared to come out. All Leon needs is someone ready to give him a chance, and with a lot of patience and guidance, it will be something so fulfilling that the way he’s viewed by other people and himself will change for the better.

I'm totally not thinking of writing a fanfic about this but shhh.

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[todorokies]

could you write some boyfriend headcanons for megumi? sfw

boyfriend!megumi headcanons

a/n: i hope i delivered to your liking <3

☆ . . . dating megumi would feel like the crisp october air whirling throughout your lungs. soon you hear the chilled wind singing a tune as the red, yellow, and orange leaves join in; you feel at peace like a warm knitted quilt rest upon your shoulders.

☆ . . . you would have to confess first, he’s aware theres some unspoken tension that lingers whenever you two are in the same vicinity but he doesn’t exactly know how to approach you on the subject without feeling like a complete fool.

☆ . . . once he gets comfortable with you though he’s totally a cheeky little bastard.

☆ . . . for the first few months of the relationship megumi would prefer to be secretive and sneak around with you … the closest thing you’ll get affection-wise in public is linking pinkies or him drawing patterns on your thigh under a table when nobody is looking.

☆ . . . around the fourth or fifth month he’ll feel ready to go public (tell yuji and nobara) he’ll ask like a hundred times if you were ready as well and if you weren’t he’d have no problem with waiting.

☆ . . . i could see him with a partner who he shares the same vaules and philosophies with. he wouldn’t go out of his way to personally seek an extroverted s/o but he can find himself gravitating towards people with bubbly/outgoing personalities.

☆ . . . megumi is a quiet lover, choosing to express his affections through gestures rather than words.

☆ . . . spotify/apple music playlists are his go-to !!! i hc that he’s super into poetry so the playlist name would be a shorten quote of a sonnet or poem that reminds him of you.

☆ . . . once a month you guys pick out books for each other to read and annotate (his idea.) he gives you a nonfiction or thriller book while you always give him a romance book.

☆ . . . his annotations will either vary from vague one liners like “nice” and “cool quote” or two to three lines of why the protagonist shouldn’t have forgiven the love interest so quickly.

☆ . . . you know that movie trope where someone says “i’m definitely not gonna do that thing” and the scene immediately cuts to them doing that exact thing? yeah that’s megumi when it comes to doing facemasks.

☆ . . . he’ll be sooo reluctant but as soon as you smear the watermelon cucumber clay mask on his face he practically purrs like a kitten. he’s relaxed and happy to have a lil pampering day with you.

☆ . . . he’s more of a listener than a talker, whenever you’re reciting your day to him or rambling about a new show his gaze is so intense and stern you’d think he’s mad at you or not paying attention.

☆ . . . he assures that he was listening and that he’s always listening to you regardless of what you talk about.

☆ . . . he loves to hold you and be held !! it took him some time to ease into the physical aspect of a relationship like cuddles and kisses but he grew accustomed soon with some reassurance.

☆ . . . his favourite cuddle position is where your head rest on his chest with his arms securely wrapped around your waist as your legs are all tangled up together.

☆ . . . all in all, dating megumi is overall a tranquil and lovely experience, you’ll feel loved and cherished everyday you’re with him, even if his actions aren’t explicit he tries his very best to make you happy with the little things.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[danwhobrowses]

So there was a Callowmoore question on 4SD which has got people talking and since nobody will ask me about it I'm gonna get it out of my brain anyway.

For someone on 4SD as frequently as Taliesin, Callowmoore questions are rare and I think that partly comes from us fans not wanting to try and steer him but also because his answers tend to be complicated. He's quite plain with other stuff, but a lot also gets offered into interpretation when it comes to Ashton and Fearne.

And granted, we Callowmoores would love for him to pull a Liam and just up and say Ashton has feelings for her, but I think we all know that's not Tal's way; aside from the nuggets of wisdom, killer one-liners and unique homebrews, we tend to love Tal's characters for their actions and expressions, some of which subtle and rewarding to those paying attention. For this reason I have had to mull over this one minute answer for most of my day and figure out what I think he means by it, like blue curtains in a book.

To note though, 'I think' is the operative term, but I also don't believe that Tal has left Callowmoore better or worse by his response.

One of the interesting things I want to point out is that my interpretations are observing the divide between Taliesin's words and his roleplaying; it is not to say that Tal is being dishonest in his answers, but I also see it as the answers are what Ashton thinks and his roleplay is how they feel.

So no, Ashton isn't 'precious' about Fearne wandering off when sleeping beside each other, if she said no or came back safely it wouldn't have bothered them, and it's fair for Ashton to have preferred Fearne to have woke them up. And yet that doesn't deny the reaction Ashton had waking up to find her gone and fearing that she's in danger, and not there to help her; the panic, the anger, the impatience are all clear and instinctive reactions Ashton is having that imply that her being with them is important. They're not precious about Fearne waking up and leaving the bed before they wake, and yet they'll still smile upon waking and finding that she's still there.

The 'Adventurers with Benefits' is one of two comments I can see being used maliciously against shippers, but it's worth reminding that on the last Callowmoore question Tal was asked, he mentioned that Ashton doesn't believe that someone would love them. Ashton feels unlovable, and yet they still ask for intimacy with Fearne, leaning further into their connection but also not pressuring her into commitment. It's also worth pointing out that this is still a slow burn, even Jester questioned whether her feelings for Fjord were legitimate or a romanticized fantasy at one point, and Ashton is not privy to Fearne's feelings for them. Ashton frames it as Adventurers with Benefits because they don't allow themselves to entertain the idea of Fearne reciprocating feelings for them, and yet their impulse to kiss her before absorbing the shard, to frequently engage in physical contact at a growing rate, to playfully steal and share each other's clothing, the desire to defend her from harm or anyone that might have ulterior motives, and to willingly do anything and everything just for her to smile in their direction again, that paints more of a picture than just benefits.

Which finally gets us to Ashton's theory of love. Tal mentions that Ashton believes that love is 'wanting to trust somebody, but not trusting them'. Immediately: No, haters, I don't think this means Ashton doesn't trust Fearne, nor do I think it means that Ashton trusts Fearne so they don't love her. Ashton trusts all the Hells (well, maybe not Braius since they just met), but Fearne is special to them in a different way, they've already platonically said that they loved her when they first were using their titan forms. In addition, this could be an elaboration of the last time Tal brought up Ashton's opinion of Love on the post-shard Callowmoore question: 'love is ignorance and adorableness'. This is another thing that can develop, elaborate and/or change over time, but at the current moment Ashton's interpretation of love can come from environment; Imogen wants to trust Laudna but can't wholly trust her given Delilah, but even Ashton can see that they love each other. Tal also mentioned that Ashton is not very experienced in relationships - which kinda plays into my belief that Ashton and Fearne, while have had relationships, haven't had deep romantic feelings or proper intimacy before, which makes them discovering it with each other more special - so their understanding of love can only exist on what they assume it's like.

And yet what if you reworded the phrase in the same spirit? 'Love is trusting someone wholeheartedly even with nothing to reassure it', there have been many a time something looked to go south and faith was put in another anyway; the shard may be a bad example because it did go wrong but even though the red flags were there Ashton upon completing the process said 'thank you for trusting me', when Fearne took the shard Ashton was a bag full of panic their experience meant they couldn't trust that the shard wouldn't be just as bad for Fearne, and yet they still wanted to trust that Fearne would succeed. Ashton couldn't trust that whenever Fearne was wild shaped, cornered by Otohan, or taken away by Ira on Ruidus that she'd come back safe, and yet still wanted to trust that she would, Ashton couldn't confirm that Fearne wasn't a Doppelganger in Nanna Mori's trust trial - even when FCG and Imogen suspected it was her - and yet they still wanted to trust that it was her. Ashton's view on love may not be entirely right but it's not entirely wrong either, what is blind faith if not ignorant and adorable? Even with their interpretation, Ashton has put plenty of faith in Fearne even when the risk was high.

In conclusion, Ashton's behaviour towards Fearne do often imply a complexity rather than a discrepancy to Tal's 4SD statements, that maybe Ashton's emotions and subconscious are not in sync with their self-doubt driven thoughts, perhaps it is the way Ashton tempers their feelings to try and not get hurt by them or cause Fearne to get hurt by them again. Ashton's apology to her post-shard made a point of noting how she means a lot to them, and how hurting her was one of the worst things they have done, and as they work towards self-improvement and self-discovery, there will likely be a point where self-realisation comes into play too, and they can understand why what they're thinking differs to how they're feeling.

Again, this is all interpretation, speculation and observation, one that like the core statements doesn't add or subtract but fills in some gaps either way. Ashton's feelings are a complicated matter, which is likely why Tal entices and creates such speculation with a complicated answer. Right now Ashton clearly does care for Fearne and share a special relationship that's regrowing after suffering tension, loss and fear, blooming back into trust, joy and comfort, but save 5 Disney Greek Muses backing him up in a Gospel song they're not just gonna out and say they're in love

And Yet...

[fairyniceyeah]

💎 I love my team, I love my crew (Part 6/7)

Title from Super (SEVENTEEN)

ILMTILMC Part I ILMTILMC Part II ILMTILMC Part III ILMTILMC Part IV ILMTILMC Part V

Summary: Jeonghan and Jun are faced with deciding which member receives the last medication.

CW: emeto, diarrhea in the context of illness, fevers, IVs

Sickies: Woozi/Jihoon + Minghao + Seungkwan + Vernon + S.Coups/Seungcheol + Wonwoo Caretakers: Jeonghan + Jun + Wonwoo + Hoshi/Soonyoung + Mingyu + Dino/Chan

💎😇

Something was eating Jun up from the inside and Jeonghan needed to know yesterday what was wrong. Considering that all cabins seemed to be okay at the moment, they unanimously decided to walk up to the deck, hoping for a bit of fresh air now that they had been inside for so long.

The night air was a bit cold and Jeonghan shivered a bit. Stars were shining brightly over them and the moon, along with a few lamps illuminated the lounge area where they sat down side by side. 

Jeonghan wouldn’t press Jun to speak even despite feeling like he would vibrate out of his skin with worry. Jun would speak when he had gathered himself.

“We have a problem”, Jun whispered, despite it just being the two of them. Jeonghan hummed and pulled the younger into his side. Jun was part of the hyung line, yes, but with two 95-liners out of commission Jun had basically been promoted to primary carer. He did well, but it was not his job, not what he was used to. Between eomma-hyung Jeonghan and caring leader Seungcheol there seldom was need for any other member to step up.

“There is no more medication left.”

Icy shock went through Jeonghan’s body. No, that couldn’t be, was his first thought. But Jun would not come to him with such information without not having fact-checked it. Besides, he had been with the medic, so he would know.

“Joshua-hyung got an IV. But most is expired and can’t be given. Well, we literally only have one antiemetic left. Sure, some pills but honestly, none of them will be able to keep them down.”

“Okay.” Jeonghan didn’t know what else to reply. He was scared too. So he just wrapped his arms tighter around Jun and let the younger calm down, ignoring the patches of tear and snot on his shoulder.

“We can decide who to give the last one to. Or maybe we should keep it in case somebody else might need it in the future”, Jun sniffed. “The medic texted and said that nobody from the staff currently is in need of it.”

They were both silent for a moment. Jeonghan tried to push back his own tears and focus on a solution. This was not his area of expertise. He didn’t want to be responsible for such a heavy-weight decision. But he couldn’t ask that of the younger members to decide either. He would have to step up as the healthy mat-hyung. 

“Hao and Shua already have IVs. Jihoon managed to take some meds and eat just now”, Jeonghan reported. “What about Cheollie and Kwan-ah?”

“And Vernonie.” 

Another sick dongsaeng. It didn’t make the choice easier.

“I’m mostly worried about Cheollie-hyung”, Jun continued, “he threw up multiple times and when Dino took his temperature about fifteen minutes ago he was pushing 40°C. He’s barely conscious. Seungkwan and Vernon are both vomiting and feverish too, but not as badly. Yet, maybe. Kwan-ah is at 38.6°C and Vernon at 38.4°C.”

Jeonghan took a deep breath, knowing if he didn’t he’d just start crying instead of speaking.

“Cheollie can’t take any oral medication?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. We could try, I guess, but he started throwing up when Dino-yah just tried to take his temperature.”

Jeonghan hummed. “He would need to eat first. Jihoonie got a really bad stomach ache from taking the meds on an empty stomach. We can’t risk that again.”

Another moment of silence.

“Han-ah? Jun-ah?”, the lead manager said quietly from behind them, causing both of them to jump. The man apologized and walked around them to sit with them in the lounge area. 

“How are you holding up?”, he asked gently. “I’m sorry we couldn’t be of much help. A lot of staff members are not well either, though none are as bad off as the members.”

“We’re okay”, Jun whispered, wiping one last stray tear from his face. Jeonghan just nodded, despite feeling the opposite. He knew they both were lying. The manager seemed to know too.

“I just finished speaking with the CEO. We can’t move the boat, we don’t have enough healthy people able to sail. But the good news is that they are sending medical evacuation our way. The boat should be here by morning with enough medications and doctors to help.”

It was meant to be reassuring. But all Jeonghan wanted to do was cry. Morning seemed so far. They would have to last the night first.

💎🐈‍⬛

Wonwoo didn’t know what he expected when he entered the cabin. It certainly was more peaceful than this. 

Soonyoung and Jihoon were sitting side by side on Jihoon’s bed, Soonyoung holding the younger up as Jihoon violently threw up all over himself, the dance leader, the bedding and the floor. The smell would have been overwhelming if it hadn’t been stuck in Wonwoo’s nose for hours. 

Jihoon was crying again, coughing up mouthfuls of what Wonwoo suspected was Mingyu’s juk. This really wasn’t good - no matter how Jihoon seemed to feel better between overwhelming bouts of nausea he just wasn’t able to keep anything down. 

Wonwoo rushed over, trying not to step into the puddle and grabbed the trash can that was standing uselessly on the side of the bed. It must have happened too quickly for Soonoyung to grab it. He held it under Jihoon’s chin and gently caressed the younger’s hair that had fallen out of his braid and was now in the line of danger.

“Oh, Jihoonie”, he whispered, feeling so helpless in face of his friend’s illness. 

At least Minghao was still asleep.

“Sorry”, the producer whimpered as his body gave him a short break, “I thought…” He had to break off to retch again. 

“It’s gonna be okay, baby. Breathe”, Soonyoung said but his voice was wobbly. Wonwoo shot him a look but Soonyoung shook his head. They could talk about whatever Soonyoung was dealing with later.

It took another few minutes for Jihoon to be able to lean back a bit, looking so young and scared. Wonwoo carefully placed the bucket down and as he looked up, Soonyoung was already wiping the producer’s tears away. 

“Guess eating wasn’t a good idea, huh?”, the dancer remarked. “I’m so sorry, I really thought it might help.”

So that was what was bothering the dancer. Before Wonwoo could even reassure him, Jihoon mumbled: “Not your fault. I should have told you I was feeling so sick. Mingyu was so proud. I’m sorry.”

Soonyoung seemed like he wanted to retort to that but Wonwoo interrupted them this time. “Let’s play the blame game another time. How do you feel now?”

Jihoon smiled sheepishly, then his expression went hard and he clutched his stomach. “Stomach still hurts. Badly.” He buried his face in Soonyoung’s shoulder, trying to breathe through the pain.

“Hm, okay. I’ll see what we can do about that. First: Do you two wanna get cleaned up in the bathroom? I’ll take care of everything here.”

“Sorry.”

“Nope, all out of accepting stupid apologies”, Wonwoo replied and ushered the two into the tiny bathroom. “Try to take a shower if you can.”

Wonwoo emptied the bucket into the toilet and then placed it by the door to the hallway. Normally he’d washed it out in the shower but that seemed a bit disgusting considering that Jihoon and Soonyoung were about to shower. So instead he gathered the soiled blankets, grabbed the dirty clothes from the bathroom floor and walked to the laundry room again. It was becoming oddly familiar to him. 

On his way back to the room, having found a mop and a cleaning bucket, he stumbled into Mingyu, who grimaced when he saw what he was holding. 

“Jihoon”, Wonwoo explained and sighed. “He’s really not doing well. Can you see if you find Jun or Jeonghan? I think Jihoon needs an IV even if he really doesn’t want it.”

“Yeah.”

“How are the others, Gyu?”, Wonwoo asked, realizing he had no idea how the other sick members were doing.

“Jun and I managed to get some juk into Vernon and Seungkwan”, Mingyu reported. Wonwoo sighed. He hadn’t even known that Vernon was sick too. His best friend sniffled a bit before adding: “I don’t think Cheollie-hyung is doing well. He’s really feverish.”

Wonwoo just squeezed his shoulder in silent support and they took different paths.

Once he had everything cleaned up and had taken the last clean bedding from the second bunk bed just in time for Jihoon and Soonyoung to stumble out of the shower, Minghao woke up. 

“Gege?”, he asked in Mandarin, clearly still half-asleep. 

Seeing that Soonyoung had no issues supporting a wobbly and seemingly dizzy Jihoon, Wonwoo went over to him and sat down beside him on the bed. “Hyung is here, hm? Jun isn’t here at the moment.”

Minghao grumbled a bit in unhappiness but wiggled closer to Wonwoo anyhow and lifted his head to lay it on Wonwoo’s thigh. He sighed contentedly and Wonwoo thought he would just fall back asleep again when Minghao rolled onto his back and blinked up at Wonwoo.

“Wonwoo-hyung?”, he asked sleepily.

“Hi, baby”, he greeted softly. “How are you feeling?”

“Hm. Better I think”, Minghao said. “My stomach doesn’t seem angry anymore. Just tired.”

“I’m glad”, Wonwoo replied honestly. At least one dongsaeng was feeling less bad. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”

“Hm, yeah.”

Within seconds Minghao was asleep again. 

Peace didn’t last long.

“Jihoonie?”, Soonyoung called in a panic and Wonwoo jerked his head up to see what was going on. His heart dropped to his knees as he saw Soonyoung struggle to keep a limp and obviously unconscious Jihoon from falling to the floor.

💎😇

The moment Mingyu approached them, they quickly stopped their conversation with the lead manager. There was no need for Mingyu to get even more worried and he had likely sought them out for a reason. Jeonghan closed his eyes for a moment, trying to will his headache away.

“Gyu? What’s wrong?”, Jun asked, already halfway upright before he finished his own question. 

“Wonwoo-hyung asked me to find you. Jihoon-hyung wasn’t able to keep the juk down. I think he’s really unwell.” Mingyu fidgeted a bit, wringing his hands. He seemed incredibly nervous to deliver the bad news. Jeonghan suppressed his urge to groan.

“I’ll go. Will you check on Cheollie-hyung?”, Jun said, turning his attention to Jeonghan. Jun smiled a bit, probably offering because he knew that Jeonghan was worried about his best friend and hadn’t seen him in some time. And he was worried. But he didn’t know if he wanted to see Seungcheol if he truly was this bad off. He just wanted to run.

“Yeah”, he agreed nevertheless. He couldn’t just refuse and worry his dongsaengs. “We need to check on Shua too. I don’t like that Seokmin’s alone with him.”

“Do you want me to go check on Shua-hyung?”, Mingyu asked, looking like he was surprising himself with the offer as well. While they didn’t want to worry their dongsaengs, Jeonghan couldn’t deny that the help would be very much needed and appreciated.

“That would be really nice, actually”, Jun replied, “thank you, Minguy-ah. But if Shua-hyung and Seokmin are fine, please try to just rest.” As he walked past he ruffled Mingyu’s hair in appreciation. It was a good solution. Maybe one room where the members could peacefully sleep was a good idea.

Jeonghan pushed himself to his feet and the three headed downstairs and into the three rooms.

The cabin was more relaxed than Jeonghan had imagined. Seungkwan and Vernon were asleep on one bed, cuddled up to each other. Seungkwan was laying on his back with Vernon passed out on his chest, arms holding the younger in a soft embrace. It was cute. Homely.

The only light came from the bathroom; it was bright enough to not stumble into things when walking but low enough to not disturb the sleeping members.

Dino was perched on the bed next to Seungcheol, pressing a cool compress to the leader’s forehead. He looked relieved the moment Jeonghan entered, shoulders slumping down and a tiny smile replacing the worried frown.

“Hyung”, he whispered, mindful of the sleeping members, “I am so glad you are here.”

“Hi, Dino-yah”, Jeonghan replied as he came to stand next to the maknae, pulling him into a half-embrace against his stomach, “I’m sorry it took hyung so long. A lot is going on. How is he?”

“His fever barely went down. He couldn’t eat anything of the juk. He’s … bad.”

They only had one antiemetic left. Something that Jihoon really needed, considering he couldn’t stop throwing up everything in his stomach. But Seungcheol needed something to get his fever down and for that he needed to be able to keep the medication down long enough for it to work. 

As if knowing they were talking about him, Seungcheol shifted. He was so incredibly pale, everything around him - hair, clothes, sheets - all sweat-soaked. He was shivering badly but there was a bright flush on his face. He seemed to be deeply asleep but not peacefully.

“I was thinking a cool shower might help? My eomma always made me take lukewarm baths when I was sick as a kid”, Dino continued. “I just can’t do it on my own.”

It was not a bad idea. Actually it was a pretty pretty good one. Jeonghan told the maknae as much, praising him. Together they decided that taking off Seungcheol’s shirt and pants would be easier when the leader was still in bed so they went to work. 

Seungcheol was not a short guy, anything but. While Jeonghan was as tall as him, Seungcheol was a lot more muscular and therefore heavier. And Dino was tiny. Carrying their leader was difficult, considering there was no help from him. 

Luckily the shower door was open and Jeonghan slid inside, leaning Seungcheol against his chest. There was no way he would be able to hold himself up. 

“Careful, water”, Dino said and aimed the shower head at them. The water wasn’t cold, lukewarm really, but immediately Seungcheol reacted as if he had been dosed in ice. A full body shiver ran through him, nearly making Jeonghan lose his grip on him. Then he woke up with a cry.

Weakly he kicked out, struggling against the hold Jeonghan had on him. “Stop”, he begged, his voice full of scared desperation. “Please.”

“I’m sorry, Cheollie”, Jeonghan whispered into his ear, “we need to get you cooled down.” 

The leader whimpered and he seemed not to understand Jeonghan’s words. He still fought, twisting his body and … oh, he was crying.

“Please”, Seungcheol whimpered. “It hurts.”

Jeonghan understood that the cold water must have felt painful on his hot skin but they really needed that fever to get lower. He tightened his grip and looked up at the maknae, who was staring at them with a mix of grim determination and fear. 

“Don’t stop, Dino”, Jeonghan ordered shakily. It was horrible to watch Seungcheol cry and fight like this and he was scared too. But they had no choice. 

“I got you, ddadu, it’s going to be alright.” Jeonghan hoped his words were right.

Seungcheol continued sobbing and moving uncoordinatedly. He didn’t recognize where he was, with whom he was, so much was clear. Seeing their headstrong, smart leader helpless and crying like this … Jeonghan wanted to cry with him. 

Instead he mumbled comforting whispers over Seungcheol’s pained whimpers.

It seemed like hours later when Seungcheol stopped fighting and just slumped back into Jeonghan, exhausted. His head lolled against Jeonghan’s shoulder and to Jeonghan’s surprise he opened his eyes. There was a clarity in them that had been deeply missed. 

“Hannie?”, he whispered, voice hoarse probably from the vomiting earlier.

Hearing his voice made tears shoot to Jeonghan’s eyes and this time he couldn’t suppress them. At least he could pass them off as water from the shower.

“Hi, Cheollie. How are you feeling?”

“Weird. My stomach hurts. My head too.”

“Do you feel sick?”

“A bit. I’m really cold too.”

They had been under the shower for nearly fifteen minutes, it would have to be enough. “Dino-yah, please turn off the water.”

The maknae did as bid and held Seungcheol steady while Jeonghan got up and stripped out of his wet clothes. He didn’t particularly care for himself but Dino threw him a pointed look until he dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his shivering upper body. His wet boxers clung to his skin but this was really not Jeonghan’s priority. 

They managed to get Seungcheol wrapped in a towel and sitting on the closed toilet seat soon enough. Dino procured some underwear and a tank top for the leader, and a set of clothes for Jeonghan from Seungcheol’s suitcase as well. He scurried off to strip the bed off the disgusting, sweat-soaked sheets. Seungcheol was already falling asleep again, but with gently shaking him awake every minute or so, Jeonghan managed to get first himself and then his best friend dressed. Maybe the light clothes would help him feel better. 

“I wanna sleep”, Seungcheol whispered, “I am so tired.”

“I know, baby”, Jeonghan replied and grabbed the thermometer gun from where it was laying on the sink, “I know you’re exhausted. Let me take your temperature and dry your hair. Do you think you could eat a bit and take some medicine?”

“I’m tired.”

Jeonghan sighed. The thermometer still beeped loudly, suggesting a temperature of 39.2°C. At least the shower had helped a bit. If Seungcheol couldn’t keep the medicine down, he would need the antiemetic so he could finally take fever reducers. The temperature was too high to stay like this the whole night.

He rubbed Seungcheol’s hair dry as much as he could without a hair dryer - he didn’t want to use it in case it woke up Seungkwan and/or Vernon. Even if they had slept through the shower he wanted them to rest as much as possible.

When Dino returned to the bathroom, they lifted Seungcheol between them and helped the sleepy leader take the few steps to his bed. The moment he sat down, Seungcheol tried to lay down but Jeonghan stopped him as much as he didn’t want to.

“Just a few minutes, Cheollie, then you can go back to sleep”, he assured. “Try to eat a bit, okay?” He gestured at Dino to bring over the thermos of juk, hoping the porridge was at least a bit warm still. Dino poured some of the contents into a bowl and grabbed a spoon before carefully kneeling down in front of Seungcheol. 

“You just need to cuddle Hannie-hyung, hyung”, Dino encouraged, “I’ll feed you, okay?”

Seungcheol turned his face to hide in Jeonghan’s shoulder. “Too tired. Sick. Don’t wanna throw up.”

“Please try, Cheollie. It’s important.”

But Seungcheol refused, still clearly too unwell to do anything as strenuous as eat. The shower had taken all his remaining energy and more. Jeonghan’s voice shook as he decided: “Dino, go get the medic. He needs the IV if he refuses to eat.”

“IV?”, Seungcheol asked, suddenly a bit more alert. “I don’t want an IV.”

“I know, but we need to get your fever down and if you can’t eat now, we need to stop your nausea somehow so you can take them orally”, Jeonghan explained patiently. 

“Okay.”

💎🍚

“I’m sorry, Jihoonie”, Jun said resolutely, “I know you don’t want an IV but you’ve thrown up everything you have eaten since this morning. You fainted after the shower because you are really out of strength.”

Jihoon wanted to cry, scream, yell. Truth was, he was too exhausted. He knew Jun had a point. He had managed the shower just fine with Soonyoung holding him up. But the few steps back to bed had been too much for his abused circulatory system. His vision had gone black just after a step and Soonyoung had managed to catch him just barely. He had woken up on the floor to the dancer elevating his legs and Wonwoo tapping his cheeks, trying to get him to drink something. 

But even recovering for a few moments sitting against Wonwoo on the floor, hadn’t done much. The three sips of water he had managed to swallow had come back up nearly directly into the plastic bag Soonyoung had managed to shove to his lips just in time. 

Was enduring a stranger poking him with needles while his stomach was still throwing a fit really worth it? Jihoon wasn’t sure. 

Jun was sure enough for both of them apparently. So were Wonwoo and Soonyoung.

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”, Jihoon asked. 

“No”, Soonyoung replied, taking both of Jihoon’s hands in his and squeezed. “I promise I’ll stay here and the medic is kicked out the moment the IV is done. But you need medication and you need fluids. If you can’t keep anything down you’ll just feel worse.”

“Okay.”

“Wonwoo-yah, why don’t you go and find the … Wonwoo-yah?”, Jun said and as he faltered all attention was turned to the tall rapper, who was leaning against the bunk bed, using one hand to hold himself up against the railing and was clutching his stomach with the other.

“Are you alright?”, Jun asked worriedly and stepped closer to him.

Wonwoo lifted his head and groaned in pain. His eyes darted to the hallway door, then to the bathroom door. “Don’t follow me.”

With more speed than any of them had anticipated he stumbled to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Fuck. Another one down. Jihoon felt bad, he had been with Wonwoo nearly all day. It was likely him who had infected him.

“Hold on”, Jun mumbled and stepped to knock on the door. “Wonwoo, can I come in?”

There was silence for a minute before Wonwoo, voice muffled but clearly full of pain, answered: “Please don’t. I, uhm, I’m not throwing up.”

They all shuddered when they realized what was happening. 

“Maybe he should have the IV if he is sick from both ends”, Jihoon said, knowing he sounded a bit too gleeful for it to be polite. He wished he felt bad about it but he was worried for Wonwoo and scared of needles and strangers, all while sick. Maybe that gave him a bit of grace.

“I’m … God, this is embarrassing, I’m not nauseous”, Wonwoo called. 

“Not at all?”, Jun questioned.

“No. Just you know … everything turned liquid in the other direction.” Jihoon did feel really bad now. He was sure that Wonwoo was likely even more embarrassed now than Jihoon had been all day and he had thrown up on another member - twice. 

“I’ve been cleaning up puke all day, why am I getting the opposite?”, Wonwoo added and groaned. 

“Can we do anything for you?”, Jun asked at the same time Soonyoung mumbled: “Isn’t the opposite of throwing up eating?”

“Leave me to die in humiliating peace”, Wonwoo answered. “Soonyoung, I love you but shut the fuck up.”

“I think he has been wanting to say this to you for years”, Jihoon stage-whispered.  Soonyoung pouted.

Jihoon grinned a bit, though it turned into a grimace when his stomach cramped anew and he pressed his lips tightly shut. 

Jun sighed and broke the light hearted affair with his next words. “Well, Jihoonie, I’m sorry, but I guess you’re up after all. I’ll go find the medic.”

ILMTILMC Part VII

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

[saenora]

YOUR FAVOURITES AS YOUR SIMPS

note: if we flip tables and what if youre the mangaka character and your fav simps on you… these are some adequate subpar headcanons… 🫠 (i dont write so lmao bear w me 🤭) thankies to Ai <3 @gojoest-main for indulging always mum ily and SOBS GOJO IS BASED ON WHAT AI SAID🤭)

the husband

YN IS HIS LOML. he is huge on selfship community! HIM AND EVERYONE CALLS HIM YOUR TRUE HUBBY! he has a whole lot of selfship arts with you. he might go broke with all the merch but he cant help it every time he sees your fanarts or a new chapter drops, he goes feral. PINTEREST MOODBOARDS, PLAYLISTS YOU NAME IT. HE HAS IT. he is defending you on every website, writing little self indulging drabbles about you. he knows you well, his little head canons are cannoned by all of your fans. your his f/o and nobody can change it. he either talks about you infront of his friends and he has gained a reputation because of it or leads teh secret life… there is no inbetween. has the sweetest selfship headcanons but occasionally tweets regular horny one liners about how bad he wants to be fucked by you, or about how much he wants to cum inside you and get you pregnant.

gojo?, reo, kise chuuya, isagi, yuuji, taiga, ran + anyone who fits the criteria

the loyal hoe

he has too many blorbos, he knows it. BUT YOURE HIS MAIN BLORBO, HIS BIGGEST SELFSHIP/ THE ONE HE KEEPS CRAWLING BACK TO. it can be put as you made him standout. IS 25/8 YN BRAINROT AND TWEETS HORNIEST STUFF. HE ONLY SURVIVES ON SMUT AND BREATHES TO THE THOUGHTS OF YOUR AROUSAL. writes the best sex stuff. he keeps hopping from one to another but everyone knows he is your biggest whore. UNHINGED. crazy lot of nsfw fanarts of you, has patreon subscription to see all those fanarts. it doenst matter where he is, work/home/cafe. HE IS THIRSTING ABOUT YOU. writes about the shapes of your labia/cock and can write poetry on your body.

SHIDOU, karasu, dazai, GOJO, sukuna, toji, BACHIRA, aomine(ik.. but if he could write), ranpo, EREN, kaiser, jean + anyone who fits the criteria

the sweetheart

he isnt extremely active. somewhere in between the worlds. he calls himself your cheerleader, your number one supporter. he has tons of art saved of you might/might not be on budget. has one commissioned selfship with you. he loves you and probably has the most pure of the selfship with horniness served as dessert. (NO ONE CAN ESCAPE IT) occasionally indulges in you. is mostly very sfw!! but his head is full of all the sexi stuff. loves to talk about you… if anyone strikes a conversation about you he can write verbal books. CERTIFIED SIMP. his selfship is uwu. doesnt go big on it but is a soft fan.

kenyu, hiori, isagi, yuuta, megumi?, chifuyu, rindou, kakucho, connie, atsushi + anyone who fits the criteria

the silent one

he has been your fan since the start, the first time he laid his eyes of your 2d character design, your story, your everything captured him. he loves you from afar.. isnt really active but has a small pinterest board or a playlist of you that he silently indulges in. has no idea what selfships are but you’re a coping mechanism for him (sometimes). if you were real, he’d treat you so much better than the shitty charcter you’re stuck with. doesn’t pick fights online but wouldn’t hesitate if someone crossed a line. he doesnt realize but thinks of you more than a fictional character. probably is the healthiest out of the five. none of his irls know about his fixation of you and it would never see the light of the day. IF LOYALTY WAS A PERSON IT WOULD BE HIM. period.

nanami, rin, ness, levi, erwin, akutagawa + anyone who fits the criteria

the idgaf

he simps only for you. he has posters of you and is not ashamed. people know about you being his favourite character but he is scary so nobody can ask it about. has minimal/no online presence. but keeps signed copies of the mangakas. JERKS OFF TO YOUR POSTERS UNABASHED. he follows one fan account and prolly goes anon sometimes. heavily reads your smut or hasn’t scratched the surface you cant tell. YOURE NOT A CHARACTER, YOURE HIS FAVOURITE. ANOTHER ONE WHO DOENST KNOW WHAT SEFSHIPS ARE, BUT HEAVILY CREAMS THINKING OF YOU and has wild fantasies about you.

sae, aomine, shoichi, oliver, izana, kaiser(idk), baji, naoya, mikey, wc kunigami, ranpo + anyone who fits the criteria

zen speaks: i’ll do a yn as diff as character tropes drabbles too 🤭 so wtevrhr <3

dividers: @/cafekitsune

[raysources]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒     —     a collection of one - liners taken from the 1982 musical,  little shop of horrors.   slightly edited for clarity.   change pronouns as necessary.      

❛  what  a  creepy  thing  to  be  happening !  ❜ ❛  stop  right  where  you  are .  ❜ ❛  i  keep  asking  god  what  i’m  for .  ❜ ❛  depression’s  just  status  quo .  ❜ ❛  show  me  a  way  to  get  outta  here .  ❜ ❛  someone  gimme  my  shot  or  i’ll  rot  here !  ❜ ❛  you’ve  given  me  nothing  but  heartache  and  hurt .  ❜ ❛  what  do  you  want  from  me,    blood ?  ❜ ❛  you’re  not  happy  unless  i  open  a  vein .  ❜ ❛  do  you  mind  if  i  call  you  a  genius ?  ❜ ❛  don’t  it  go  to  show  ya  never  know ?  ❜ ❛  i  know    [ name ]    is  the  greatest .  ❜ ❛  well ,    if  not ,    he’s  got  inner  beauty .  ❜ ❛  i  dream  of  a  place  where  we  can  be  together  at  last .   ❜ ❛  it’s  just  a  little  daydream  of  mine.  ❜ ❛  i’m  his  december  bride .  ❜ ❛  he’s  father ,   he  knows  best .  ❜ ❛  i  dream  we’ll  go  somewhere  that’s  green .  ❜ ❛  we’re  closed  for  renovation today !  ❜ ❛  fortune  has  been  smiling .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  been  getting  hurt  so  much  lately .   ❜ ❛  you  have  a  talent  for  causing  things  pain .  ❜ ❛  your  temperament’s  wrong  for  the  priesthood .  ❜ ❛  i  enjoy  the  career  that  i  picked !  ❜ ❛  i  get  off  on  the  pain  i  inflict !    ❜ ❛  i  know  that  my  mama’s  proud  of  me !  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  be  your  dad .  ❜ ❛  i'll  gladly  treat  you  like  my  own  flesh  and  blood .   ❜ ❛  lady  luck  came  and  found  me !  ❜ ❛  i'll  make  it  worth  your  while .  ❜ ❛  a  lot  of  folks  deserve  to  die .  ❜ ❛  you  didn’t  have  nothin’  until  you  met  me .  ❜ ❛  there  must  be  someone  you  can  eighty - six  real  quiet - like .  ❜ ❛  the  guy  sure  looks  like  plant  food  to  me !  ❜ ❛  any  moment  i  could  die .   ❜ ❛  i’m  not  immortal .  ❜ ❛  it  really  is  a  rotten  way  to  go .  ❜ ❛  what  we  have  here  is  an  ethical  dilemma .  ❜ ❛  i  laughed  myself  to  death !  ❜ ❛  call  back  in  the  morning ,    will  you ?  ❜ ❛  i  know  things  were  bad ,    but  now  they’re  okay .   ❜ ❛  you  don’t  need  no  makeup .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  pretend .  ❜ ❛  nobody  ever  treated  me  kindly .  ❜ ❛  i’d  meet  a  man ,    and  i’d  follow  him  blindly .  ❜ ❛  tell  me  this  feeling  lasts  'til  forever .  ❜ ❛  tell  me  the  bad  times  are  clean  washed  away .   ❜ ❛  please  understand  that  it’s  still  strange  and  frightening .  ❜ ❛  he  knows  just  what  you’ve  done .   ❜ ❛  when  he’s  gone  the  world  will  be  yours .  ❜ ❛  tell  me ,    darling ,    what’s  going  on ?  ❜ ❛  she  might  not  love  me  anymore .  ❜ ❛  you’re  looking  cute  as  can  be .  ❜ ❛  please ,    please  don’t  die .  ❜ ❛  i’m  feeling  strangely  happy  now .  ❜ ❛  you’re  a  monster  and  so  am  i !  ❜ ❛  give  up ,    small  fry !  ❜ ❛  don’t  feed  the  plants .  ❜

[arabzian]

DOING YOUR FIRST TIME WITH TEEN NANAMIN

(sorry if my English is bad, I am french..)

tags: oral f receiving, blowjob, sub reader, penetration, dom nanami.

- okay so basically, nanami was your boyfriend, you met him randomly in a music shop where you and him touched the same vinyl at the same time. Both of you were big fans of that indie rock band that nobody knew and honestly, you two were more similars than you thought.

- Nanami has such a soft spot for you, you see him like someone who is so caring and so soft. You never imagined that with his other classmates he was a quiet and very annoyed kid. He litteraly liked nobody but you.

- You were like a very cute baddie, always dressing like you were from an anime with those cute skirts and cute tops.

- On the other hand, nanami was the emo kid with dark liner on this eyes, rock band t-shirt and lazy haircut.

- He very likes girls like you..

- He is very handsy with you, very protective and honestly, he felt like he will never fall in love again after you. Like you are his first love and he loves you so much it’s basically impossible for him to imagine that one day, he will like an other girl like he loved you.

- So one day, when the two of you were kissing in his bedroom, he started to get very handsy...

- Before you even realized, Nanami was softly fingering you while putting his tongue in your throat.

- Like he was getting really horny there and you liked it so much that you get wet really fast.

- Even tho it was your first time, you felt so safe with him that you didn’t even get embarrassed or uncomfortable.

- He started to kneel in front of you and he looked at you in your eyes.

- "Can I kiss your feet please, you are so cute."

- You were so shy you felt your cheeks burning, you said yes tho 👁

- Your goth boyfriend was kissing your feet while praising you and you felt like a princess.

- Then, he started to go up by kissing your legs, your squishy thighs and theeeeen, your wet spot.

- He waited for this moment for so long: he clipped his heavy bang back, grabbed your hand and started to litteraly eat the shit out of you.

- Sucking, biting, licking, making hickeys, everything.

- You were a moaning mess tho.

- While eating you, he started to stroke his own dick. He was so horny by the fact that he was eating your pussy that he started to masturbate.

- 100% certified munch. He would love Ice Spice.

- Sometimes he was trying to make eye contacts with you but your eyes were closed because you felt sooo much pleasure.

- "Princess, can you come in my mouth please", he asked you.

- You did.

- Then, you started to suck his dick too.

- You both liked oral sex, you were made for each other.

- You were giving that blowjob to nanami, throat queen and shit, the boy was a moaning mess too.

- Lips locked around his thick dick, he was moving his hips inside of you, he did no longer control himself like you almost chocked by how reckless he was.

- "I am going to cum, I don’t know if I…"

- He did not had the time to finish his sentence that you started to lick the tip of his dick by looking him in the eyes. Gosh. You were so adorable with your tits out, doe eyes and precum around your lips.

- He came and you swallowed everything like a big girl.

- Even if he wanted to destroy you, he knew that it was your first time. So he stayed very gentle with you.

- But for the rest of the night, you did it multiple times and he is litteraly a monster like how the fuck a awkward and emo boy like him could fuck someone like that.

- "Nanami please cum inside my mouth" you begged as he was thrusting inside your pussy.

- He was here to please you, everything you wanted to do he will. His pleasure depend on yours. He will do everything you want he loves you so much.

- He is so selfless and caring I love him omgggg.

- You opened your mouth big and he stuffed his dick inside it.

- You were doing whatever you wanted to with his dick tho, he came so much into your mouth that night.

- Nanami was the one who get carried away like yes it was you who started sucking but each time he will fuck his dick inside you.

- Your mouth felt as good as your pussy.

- "I swear you are so perfect like I love you so much you can’t even imagine." He said while cumming into your throat.

- He fucked you all night and each time, you asked him to cum inside your mouth.

- He felt so love, he really liked to see you being so vulnerable with him.

- He was eating you too like this night he DRANK.

- Nanami liked to suck on your clit, in fact, sometimes as you came you peed a little bit too and he drank it every time.

- He is sooo nasty.

- Anyway, he will marry you and if you don’t want he will make a PowerPoint of 19282882 slides about how and why he will be the best husband on earth.

- For real, you are so precious to him, he wants to work hard to protect you and satisfy you<3

thanks for reading please I was so horny I am sooo sorry but I really want to suck his dick lmao..

[thislovintime]

During the filming of 33 ⅓ Revolutions Per Monkee, November 1968.

Peter leaving The Monkees, post 3 of 3.

“I just basically think that I wasn’t feeling a part of it anymore already by that point, I’d already felt like I was odd man out, and of course I quit almost immediately thereafter.” - Peter Tork, Headquarters radio, 1989

“I’d always had deep doubts, ever since the session for ‘Last Train To Clarksville.’ I walked in there with my guitar and Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart looked at me with derision and scorn, like, ‘Guitar in your hand, you fool!’ That was the end of it for me. Right there I was done with The Monkees in large measure. I struggled against it with some success at one point. But after Headquarters nobody wanted to be a recording group anymore. I did what I could, but I didn’t feel like there was any reason for me to be there anymore. I wanted to be in a rock group.” - Peter Tork, Head 1994 liner notes

“While we were making the TV Special, knowing I was not going to be there any longer, I just thought to myself — I don’t have to worry about this thing — and I just let everything slide off my back.” - Peter Tork, NME, January 25, 1969

“We never thought of replacing him — there’s only one Peter Tork in the world.” - Michael Nesmith, Melody Maker, March 1, 1969

Q: “So, when you left, did you want to be known as the former Monkee or did you want to erase that part of your past —” Peter Tork: “I tried to erase it.” Q: “— and start anew.” PT: “I tried to erase it completely.” Q: “How do you do that?” PT: “Well, you just don’t do anything connected with it, just absolutely refuse to have anything to do with it.” - NPR, June 1983 (x)

“Headquarters was by far the best album in the sense that it was us. It was honest, it was pure, and we had a great time. Peter says that the reason he quit was because after we did this album, we decided we weren’t going to be a group anymore. It broke his heart, because Headquarters was the whole reason why he’d become one of The Monkees.” - Micky Dolenz, Headquarters 1995 liner notes

“[Micky] did a great job [drumming] on Headquarters. [But] he wasn’t going to do it again, and there was nothing you could do [to change his mind]. We had to go back in the studio. He said, ‘Peter, you can’t go back.’ Eddie Hoh did the drumming [on Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd., save for ‘Cuddly Toy’]. Chip [Douglas] got him ‘cause he could read [music]. The result is that you get directed stuff, there’s no group interaction, which is why I wanted the group to be on the album in the first place. You listen to Beatle albums and one of the things that makes them great is that they have found ways to use who they have to get what they want without asking anyone to do what they couldn’t do. That’s what makes group music happen. That’s all I ever hoped for, and I had it for like a minute on Headquarters.” - Peter Tork, Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn and Jones Ltd. 2007 liner notes

“[Peter] admits he harbored a lot of bitterness for many years. The main bone of contention was the TV show’s producers insistence that the band members not play their own instruments. [...] ‘I was devastated at first. I originally approached The Monkees in terms of my own desire to be part of a genuine pop-rock music group. I felt like it was a professional slight to me. Like I was being excluded.’” - The Bellingham Herald, August 5, 1996

“Peter wasn’t satisfied musically [with The Monkees]. He’d been led to believe he could express himself musically. He was frustrated.” - Davy Jones, News-Press, May 14, 1977

“‘I was mostly interested in the Monkees as a musical entity,’ Thorkelson commented. ‘We didn’t fully realize that potential, and I felt ripped off.’” - The Bowling Green News Revue, May 24, 1979 (x)

“We’re all sorry to lose Peter but it was all very friendly and I personally can understand what is going through his mind, He’s a clever guy, you know, and he gets kinda restless sometimes. You should see the books he plows through… real deep stuff with words about a mile long.” - Davy Jones, Monkees Monthly, February 1969

“Peter and I were the bulk of the playing ability because we were musicians. But when Peter left it rather unnerved Davy and [Micky] — and I changed my mind [about quitting]. After all, the personal appearances were pretty well satisfying, the music was fun, and the whole thing was fairly lucrative. And Davy and [Micky] left alone would have been in real trouble.” - Michael Nesmith, Disc & Music Echo, September 19, 1970

“If the truth be known, the day Peter quit was probably the happiest day of Mike’s life. They’d never really gotten along, right from day one. Mike had always perceived of Peter as untenable, and they’d always been adversarial, if not outright combative. Finally he was out of the way. Now Mike could get on with doing what he had always wanted to do, make the Monkees his group. And I was happy to go along. I respected Mike and his music and was quite prepared to go along for the ride. [...] I saw Peter’s abdication as a minor setback at most. Basically, I think the three of us really thought that would be able to go on, just as we had before, and nobody would even notice there were only three people on stage instead of four — after all Peter didn’t sing on many of the songs anyway. How naive. […] I suppose it depends on whom you talk to, but as far as I’m concerned, the day Peter quit was the day the music died (apologies to Don McLean).” - Micky Dolenz, I’m A Believer: My Life of Monkees, Music, And Madness (1993)

[inniessick]

You promised to protect me, after all. / Yang Jeongin

Pairing: nonidol!yang jeongin x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Fic Warnings: pet names (Innie, Jeonginnie, Love, Sweetheart, Pretty), cussing, yandere themes (stalking, narcissistic behavior, mental manipulation, overprotective/possessive, deceptive, lying, killing people and talk of killing people, physical violence <not to reader>, unhinged!innie), general violence warning <no physical abuse towards reader>, talk of past abusive relationship (insinuated, not in depth, literally like one line), very slight perv!innie, kissing, degradation (not sexual) That should be all, no smut in this chapter!

Series warnings: angst, dark content, smut, fluff??, yandere themes (stalking, narcissistic behavior, mental manipulation, overprotective/possessive, deceptive, lying, killing people and talk of killing people, physical violence <not to reader>, unhinged!innie), general violence warning <no physical abuse towards reader>, talk of past abusive relationship (part one has a 1 liner, part two goes a bit more into detail, no mentions of physical abuse just cheating), kissing????, degradation (sexual/not sexual), dominant innie (sexual/not sexual if that makes sense), dom/sub dynamics, very lowkey perv!innie, manhandling, cussing, names (bitch, whore, slut, cumdump <argue w the wall>, baby, babe, princess, my love/love/lovey, sweetheart, darling, babygirl, pretty/ innie, jeonginnie, jeong, sir,), size kink, fingering, oral (f/m), cumplay??, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, spit play, spanking, tummy bulge..., cervix kissing, mayhaps breeding kink idk, unprotected sex (pls dont do this), dumbification, begging??, choking, hair pulling,hickeys/lovebites, consensual even if not outright stated, let me know if I used a confusing term, or missed any!

likes reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated ♡ let me know if you want to be added to my taglist for future parts!

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a/n: this can be read as a stand alone if you do not want to read part two as it is a smut chapter.

There you were, sitting at home, you had finally finished cleaning the house, top to bottom. Seriously, you dusted the damn ceiling. All jeongin ever wanted from you was your unconditional love, keep the house clean, depend on him, and never ever leave him. It hadn't sounded like a bad situation at the start, you had been completely infatuated with him. I mean, he took care of you in ways nobody else ever had. He swore up and down to protect you as long as you listened to him. That's what love is right? Give and take. Give yourself to him, and endlessly be cared for. Nobody had ever bothered to stay in your life after they had gotten what they wanted out of you. But Jeongin, he wanted things from you that would last forever. He did say, unconditional love and to never leave him. Certainly if you did that, he too would always need something from you, making him yours just as long as you were his.

See, it wasn't hard for him, you were stupid. Completely and utterly dumb. You never locked your car door, always left your phone unattended and unlocked, constantly misplaced your wallet and house keys. You never checked to see if someone was following you, you wouldn't close your curtains, and you overshared. If someone had asked you for your mothers maiden name, you would've given them the story on what her name was and what it changed to after she married your father! You were an open book, allowing anyone to read you. How could a sweet girl like you ever take care of yourself? He had to have you all to himself, make sure nobody hurt you. Its like you were practically begging for him to take you.

It all started because your idiot self had picked up his drink thinking it was yours. He had been watching you for weeks. his plan was set in motion so easily. Get the same order as you, changing one minor detail, just before you ordered your own.

A hand gently gripped your shoulder, "I believe you have my drink, pretty." Your eyes went wide, both because he startled you and that you had just embarrassed yourself in front of such a handsome guy! You turned the cups label toward you, 'J---n-in, Light ice' the name had become smeared, "Oh shit, oh my gosh i'm so dumb. Sorry, it looked exactly like mine! Can I pay you back? I already took a drink o- Wait, haven't I seen you around before? You were the guy who returned my wallet and keys!" "Dont worry about the drink, and yea, that would be me. Your name is y/n isnt it?" It was all working out so well. "Yea it is!" You had turned around and grabbed your actual drink. "Here you can just have mine! Why dont you come and sit with me? I dont think I got the chance to actually thank you!" "You're sitting at the table in the corner right?" There you go again, book bag and laptop open, left unattended. "Mhm! cmon cmon come sit with me." You had already grabbed his hand and started walking to the small table. Oh, how warm your hand felt in his, he wanted to hold it forever. "Let me just put this away real quick." Setting the drink down before shoving your belongings in the bag. "So, thank you! I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't found my keys.. it would've been the third time i'd have to get a new one from the landlord." "Really? Do you misplace them that much?" "Yup, i'm sure i'd lose my head if it wasn't attached to my neck!" A small laugh came from his mouth. "Sounds like you need someone to take care of all that for you." "Now that you mention it, i'm sure that would help me out a whole lot..." You paused, thinking about what you should say next, "Well, you know my name, but I dont know yours, Tell me it please!" "I'm Jeongin." "Jeongin... Jeongin. I like the sound of that." And he loved the sound of you saying it. How else would it come from your lips, what did you sound like when you were whining and begging? How would you say his name as you cried? How would you scream it? He snapped himself out of his thoughts, he could worry about all of that later. "Well, you're free to call me it anytime." A small grin appeared on your face, "Just wait till I have a nickname for you! It'll be super cool. I swear you'll love it."

Were you really going to hand yourself over to him that easily? Not that he would complain, but he would've expected you to at least be a tiny bit cautious. "I'll be waiting to hear what you come up with. You're an interesting girl, you know." "Am I? I haven't even told you all about myself yet!" "Why don't you? I'd like to get to know you better. We still have plenty of time, you're not even finished with your drink yet." "Ah yea, seriously I am sorry I took yours!" "Really, it's not a problem. Simply a coincidence that we had the same order." "Crazy how things like that happen, huh? Must mean we were fated to meet." Oh, how he wanted to laugh in your face. So stupid, so naive, and so adorable. Just what was he going to do with you? "I was thinking the same thing. If that's the case, go on, tell me about yourself." "Okay! so, I live in a small apartment downtown, and I go out every thursday night to just walk around! Normally at 10-11 pm. This town, it's gorgeous at night! I'm still learning my way around it, I actually only moved here 6-7 months ago." He already knew that, you were in apartment 107. Each thursday you would head out of your apartment, sometimes locking the door, other times not. You would walk a different direction every few weeks only ever circling your way back home after you had picked two or three flowers. Sometimes it took you awhile to find them, but after you found 3 it was time to head back. It didn't matter if it only took you 15 minutes. He wondered if someone as forgetful as you would really have routines to follow, he was just dying to figure out every little detail about you. Pick you apart completely and then put you right back together just how he wanted.

"Hm, why'd you move to this city? There's not a whole lot to this area." "Oh... well," Your mouth forming a slight frown, was he finally going to find something out he hadn't already known? "My ex boyfriend.. he was," A slight pause, insinuating it probably wasn't the best situation. You had turned your head to the side, avoiding his gaze. "Well, you know. he wasn't the best person... treated me real bad." You rubbed your arm, in an effort to calm yourself down. "I didn't have a whole lot, so it took a long time for me to leave. Family disowned me years ago." Now he was pissed off, had someone really dared to hurt you? He was angry he hadn't found you sooner, after all, he just wanted to protect you. He was protecting you already, but a part of him was glad you had no one, he really would have you all to himself. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't even have to hurt anyone! Well, as long as you dont count the one guy who followed you last night. But you'd never have to worry, he took care of it. It was a shame his knuckles were still bruised, but he didn't care. He protected you, that's all that mattered. "Y/n, i'm sorry to hear that. I would never do that to you. I know you didn't deserve anything that happened to you." "Mhm.. well ya know.. things happen, it's okay though. Sorry to make the situation so grim." "Oh dont say that, I asked. You didn't say anything you shouldn't have. I'll listen to everything you have to say." He placed his hand right on top of yours, a reassuring gesture.

"I.. I appreciate that. you're really a nice guy, you know!" of course he was a nice guy, he only ever had your best interest in mind! "I could tell you other stuff about me? Maybe we can meet back here tomorrow..." "Sure, i'd love that. Why dont you give me your number, i'll text you so we can set up a time." "Sure!" You quickly typed your number into phone before standing up and grabbing your bag. "Well, thank you for the drink!" You flashed him a cheeky smile, "See you tomorrow, Jeonginnie!" He had won you over. You were his.

Hey, its Jeongin.

Hi! I was wondering when you'd text me :)

Sorry to keep you waiting, pretty. So, do you think 5 is a good time for you?

Yea! i'll meet you there, same spot?

Same spot.

Thanks for talking to me today, I look forward to seeing you again. Goodnight Jeonginnie.

You were right, I do like the nickname. Night y/n.

Just as you had agreed upon, you met back up at 5 pm in the same spot. You were late, only by 12 minutes. "Hey! Sorry i'm a bit late! I kind of.. got lost. Wrong turn." You nervously laughed. "I hope I didn't make you wait too long!" He knew you'd be late, of course you would. But he didn't care, you still met up with him. "No you're all good! I know you're still a bit new to the area, I didn't wait very long." You sighed as you pulled the chair in front of you out, taking a seat. "Great, I really was hoping you wouldn't leave before I got here..." Had you thought that lowly of him? Of course he would wait for you! It's not like he was crazy, who gets upset about 12 minutes? "Of course I wouldn't leave before you got here, i'm not like that." "Mmm I know.. I just really wanted to see you." Your head was held low, you had made yourself flustered with your statement. you weren't supposed to say that out loud. A small giggle coming from him got your attention, "I'm glad you wanted to see me. Let me go get you a drink, yea?" "Yes please! Here let me give you my c-" He was already walking up to the counter before you even had a chance to find your card in your bag. He was back before you knew it, handing the drink to you. "You didn't have to get it for me.. I could've paid." "Dont worry about that, if you're concerned about paying me back, just let me get to know you better. That's worth more than money." You could feel your face heat up, nobody had ever been interested in being around you, let alone the things you had to say. "Okay.. well,"

He sat there looking at you, taking a mental note of every little thing you mentioned. The pet hamster you had as a kid, how you'd been using the same 3 passwords since you were 10, your favorite colors, the things you did as hobbies. Granted he already knew half the things you had mentioned, you seriously were way too open. He'd have to teach you to not tell everyone so much. He had to make sure nobody ever knew you better than he did, that no one would hurt you because they knew so much about you.

Your rambling continued for quite some time before you finally closed it off, "And that's how I found out about this town! It was far enough away that I think i'll be safe... ahahaa, hopefully." You didn't have to hope, he would keep you safe. Really, you'll never need to worry about it again. "I was right, you are one interesting girl." "You're interesting too, i'd love to visit the town your from. You make it sound really nice." "Maybe i'll have to take you one of these d-" He was cut off by a worker coming over and letting you both know that the cafe would be closing soon. Had time gone by that quickly? "I hadn't realized we were talking that long." You scratched the back of your neck, embarrassed that you'd lost track of time like that. "Barely felt like any time passed at all, regardless thank you for coming and seeing me." "Of course Jeonginnie, lets do it again next weekend maybe? If you're not busy you know.." You mumbled the last part of your sentence hoping he would just agree to see you. "I'll make sure i'm free this weekend, text me when you want to meet up and I'll be there. If you want to go somewhere else, we can." "Maybe.. um.. maybe you can show me around a bit?" "Of course I can do that. It's a date." "It- It's a date!" You couldn't help but smile, you were just so happy he liked you! He laughed a bit, you seemed so enthusiastic, it was one of the cutest things he's seen.

"Would you like me to walk you home, y/n?" He was standing up and pushing the chair back in. "Oh.. Oh no, I can get back just fine. I think I'll be alright to go on my own." He didn't actually care what you had to say, he would be following you anyway. He can't let his sweetheart get hurt now, can he? It seems as though he'd simply be walking with you from a distance. "Alright, let me know when you get home okay?" He was holding the door open for you. "I will, do the same please!" He nodded as he turned around to pretend to be going back home, but just before he started walking away, "Jeonginnie!" he was turning back around, "Yea? You okay?" You were staring at the sidewalk, "Will.. Could.. Um," "Is something wrong, love?" You already had a hard time thinking straight, but the petname sure didn't help, you continued to stutter for another few seconds, "Will you come.. could you come back to my apartment with me?" You put your head back up, being met with him smiling at you. "I can walk you home, that's no problem." You turned your head to the side again, how were you supposed to say this? "No Jeongin.. I meant, will you come into my apartment with me? I.. would like to spend more time with you." For the first time, you had genuinely shocked him. He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, "If you'll have me, i'd like that too." And there you went, looking up at him with the sweetest smile. God how he wanted to kiss you. That could wait, right now he was just happy to have you all to himself. He would genuinely be alone with you. You both walked to your apartment, you leading in front of him. He wasn't going to tell you he knew where you lived, he wouldn't want to scare you after all. The walk wasn't long, maybe 10 minutes, it was silent most of the way. A comfortable silence, though, a silence that showed you both were simply happy to be together. His hand squeezing yours as your thumb rubbed the back of his hand.

You finally broke the silence, "It's right down the hall.. its not very pretty but its nice. I'm able to afford it." "I'm not worried about what it looks like, I'm sure its just fine y/n," He already knew what your room looked like, you really need to learn to close your curtains. He had let go of your hand so you could get your keys and unlock the door, to his surprise it happened to actually be locked this time. You held the door open, "Welcome in.." Closing the door and locking it once more. It was 10:27, you were hoping you'd be able to ask him to spend the night. You didn't want anything to happen, you just wanted his company. You'd even sleep on the couch to make him comfortable. "I'll be honest, when I asked you to come over I didn't have anything planned.." He started laughing, "That's okay, it's cliche but we can always watch something or talk. I just want to be with you." He put his hand on your cheek, making you look at him as he spoke to you. Had his hands always felt so soft? You put your hand on top of his, leaning your face further into it.

"Really like you Innie..." You kissed the palm of his hand, "I like you too." "No.. I like you." "I like you too." You stared up at him, did he really mean it? Surely he wasn't the same as your past partners, he wouldn't lie to you right? Of course not, he's not like that. He just wants to care for you, keep you safe. "Can you kiss me?" He didnt need to say anything, simply leaning in to touch your lips with his. It was warm, it felt comforting, like nothing bad would happen to you while you were with him. He pulled away first, hand moving from your cheek to run his thumb along your bottom lip before completely taking it away from your face. "Your lips are really soft..." "So are yours." "I like how it feels." Looking up at him, you never wanted to stop kissing him, it was euphoric. Like you needed to feel him. "I like you." "You make me feel safe." "You'll always be safe with me." "Promise?" "Swear, I'll do anything to keep you safe." You leaned up, begging for him to kiss you one more time, longer, passionately. You wanted to be his.

There was an emphasis on 'anything', but you didn't know what 'anything' actually implied. He truly meant, whatever it would take. He would lie, cheat, steal, kill for you. He would do whatever it takes to protect you. It didn't matter if he had to kill two or twenty people, he would always keep you safe. Nothing, and nobody would get in his way of that. He would give you whatever you wanted, no matter how crazy the request. Your word was absolute. You were his number one priority. His trophy. You were his.

a/n: I really don't view innie as the kind of "yandere" to be batshit, and isolate or kidnap you. I think he's the kind of guy that is just a bit *too* protective/possessive. And if something crosses the line he's made, all bets are off. Stay behind the line? All is well. One step over it and he's threatening to kill whoever is around you and may pose a threat. Slightly unhinged. He's the person who plays mind games. He breaks your mental down until you're putty in his hands, ready for him to mold you into the perfect version of yourself, the one that's perfect for him. He's a stalker, and he's in it for the long run. He is slow and meticulous with his actions. He truly loves you too, he just loves you a bit too much. // Guys i feel like i'm going insane i know exactly where this is going and absolutely zero clue. Do u know how annoying it is to properly capitalize everything. id rather die thanks. but i have to do it again i fear. i have never had more fun writing something in my entire life. i have also never been so stressed while writing something. no smut in this chapter 🫣🫣 next chapter tho.. be prepared because i'm prepared to make the smut 2k words long for shits and giggles. OH do you like my new layout too?  ITS CUTE SAY ITS CUTE BECAUSE IT IS ITS ADORABLE AGREE WITH ME!! anyways. looking forward to publishing the next to parts. don't bother me abt image issues tumblr was being a raging cunt and i wanted to post this.

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[twisted-tales-of-all]

Summary: Connected storyteller Haru's request- 'Hello! Seonghwa with 2 + 12 for the smut prompts please! Thank you for doing these also!'

2 - "You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat." || 12 - "You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily."

Pairing: Seonghwa x afab!reader Genres/tropes: model!AU, makeup-artist!AU, smut, drabble Word Count: 641 Warnings: quickie, semi-public/risky sex, Seonghwa is a sly mf (affectionate), slight choking/breath play, protected sex, implication of more to come

As you finish preparing your workstation, the model you'll work on arrives, closing the door behind him before professionally greeting you, "Hello, I'm Park Seonghwa. Please take good care of me today!"

Turning to face him, you find a stunning masterpiece of a man. Tall, slender, unstyled hair that manages to fall almost perfectly, and a clean face that will make your job ridiculously easy. You introduce yourself and instruct him to sit down and get comfortable.

He doesn't talk much, so you concentrate, softly touching his face with your tools to apply the subtle look suited for the bright cameras.

With a cheeky smile, he breaks his silence, adding a teasing tone to his words, "You don't have to be gentle with me. I don't break easily."

Shocked, you stare wide-eyed at him, only inches from the wonderous features of his face. Your face heats up as you catch your eyes roaming down to his lips - the only part of his face that still needs make-up added.

"You know, I think your lipstick color might suit me. Mind if I try it?"

"Oh, sure!"

You turn to grab it from the collection, but he quickly wraps his hand around your nape and pulls you in for a kiss. Although your eyes remain open from his impulsivity and clever way of initiating, you find them closing as he pulls away in a desperate attempt to hold onto the feeling of his soft lips on yours. He takes a look in the mirror before deciding against the color smeared on his lips.

"Maybe I was wrong. Let me give it back."

This time, he wraps his arm around you at the waist, pulling you into his lap. He begins leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, careful not to mess up your fancy work shirt. You can barely believe that this is happening, claiming to yourself that it's a dream you'd rather not wake up from. As he tugs lightly on your shirt to ask for permission to go further, you warn him that people could walk in.

"Then, if you're up for it, let's make this quick."

Nodding, you stand up again, quickly dropping your slacks to the floor. He mimics your actions before lifting you onto the empty vanity next to yours. As he unwraps a condom that you didn't even see him grab, he reminds you to be quiet so that nobody comes in to make sure you're alright.

"Sounds like a problem for you. I'll just be put on a list to never work with you again, but it could ruin your reputation, Mr. Professional Model."

"Sassy, eh?" He lines himself up as he speaks, "I'll keep you quiet then, for the sake of seeing your beautiful face near me again."

As he eases himself in, he wraps a hand lightly around your neck but doesn't apply pressure. He leaves his hand there as he pounds into you sloppily. Whenever it looks like you might make noise, his grip tightens. He watches your reactions closely for this reason, trying to make sure you're enjoying yourself but not too much to alert anyone passing by the room.

He finishes rather quickly, pulling out and discarding the condom immediately. As you both get dressed again, he admits, "You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat."

"So then, come see it again. Let me fix your make-up before you go out there."

As he sits back down, he swears, "Believe me, I will. You didn't even get to cum. I have to fix that."

Before he heads to his shoot, he borrows one of the liners to write his contact information directly onto the back of your hand. As he opens the door, he leaves you with a wink and a burning desire to do more.

[northstarco]

nikolas: 1 doyoung: 0

❝ what are they arguing about again? ❞

nikolas smiles, albeit tiredly as he appears in the frame of the camera, waving. his members had called him over as their fans were trying to find the lethargic one, who was clearly too sleepy to want to do anything. "hello nctzens, it's 127 day".

"as you can see, czennie, juno is too sleepy to participate in this live" the mentioned glances over at lee taeyong, allowing for himself to glare at the group leader, but his glare doesn't last for long, as he rubs his eyes, containing his yawn.

"you're lucky i'm tired" the dancer threatens sleepily, his index finger pointed in the direction of the eldest lee, who just chuckles at his tone of voice. nikolas allows for his arm to fall, turning on his heel and beginning to walk towards the couch, yearning for that oh so precious beauty sleep, but he feels himself get dragged back by kim doyoung.

"how are you even tired? you've done nothing today but sleep!" the younger almost stumbles from the sudden pull, but the kim secures him by smoothly wrapping his arms around the taller's waist.

"that's not true!" niko argues, only earning a deadpanned look from the older vocalist.

"it is! you're nothing but lazy!"

"nobody asked you" niko immediately turns his gaze towards the titular jeong on the couch, who just sticks his tongue out at the older. "you can't withhold sleep from me doie, that's unhealthy".

the older allows for him to laugh at the words. "i'm not—"

niko places a finger on doyoung's lips. "shush, i need my beauty sleep" surprisingly, the other follows his playful command, causing a smile to show up on his face. "thanks darling" and with that, nikolas wriggles himself out of the speechless kim's loose arms on his waist, trudging his way over to the couch before him to get more sleep.

"hey! idiot!"

"hush darling, i'm trying to sleep, it's past my bed time".

"stop calling me darling!"

doyoung slips away from the frame of the camera to make his way over to his fellow 96 liner, whose slowly letting the sleep take him away. he slaps the younger in the back of the head, earning a grunt from the other. "you're so annoying".

"you're the one who just hit me" niko spits back, grabbing the older's arm and pulling him down, causing for him to land right beside him on the couch. "now sit and be quiet".

kim doyoung wants to argue again, but niko lays down on the couch, closing his eyes.

"wow, doyoung and juno have left us to fend for ourselves, how responsible" the second eldest sarcastically comments, leaving doyoung confused at the nature of the remark.

"you guys will survive" niko mutters, waving off his fellow members as he focuses back on getting sleep.

"how do you know that? we could all die right now!"

"good riddance".

at the sound of the mumble, the youngest of the group loudly gasps, clearly overdramatizing it so that the rest of the group laugh. "you don't care about us!?"

nikolas ignores lee donghyuck's fake cries.

"could you get up? we still have do the live!" niko is getting sick of doyoung's constat nagging, the older poking him in the head. "niko—"

"doyoung" niko groans, sitting up and gently placing both of his hands on either side of the older's face, smiling tiredly at him. "be quiet, if you love me, you'll let me sleep".

noticing the pink hue on the vocalist's cheeks, the dancer immediately smiles at his victory. "much better, thanks darling" all nikolas does after that is circle his arms around doyoung and immediately use the older as his makeshift pillow, getting comfortable enough to the point that he slowly began drifting off to sleep.

kim doyoung is left flustered for the rest of the live.

[gyumibear]

⌞BLUE SPRING⌝ — PROFILES: ATZ

SYNOPSIS — In which you, an upcoming idol, are saved from a dangerous encounter by Song Mingi, a jaded, third-year delinquent who falls for you in more ways than one. However, both of your responsibilities constantly tear you apart. Years later, you reunite. Are the sparks still there or was your love only meant for that one spring?

← TO DYN♡STY | MASTERLIST | TO JUICEEZ →

KIM HONGJOONG - '98 liner, Hongjoong is the leader of the "gang" ATZ. He recruited the other members while he was still in school, but continues to do the activities even though he has graduated. He takes it very seriously, enough so that the other members say he can be very scary at times. He and Mingi go way back. Hongjoong can be nice, it's just when he's outside of leader mode, which is rare.

CHOI SAN - '99 liner, San is a member of ATZ. He was brought in through Wooyoung, who was brought in by Hongjoong. He's in his last year of school and tends to skip classes to do grunt work. San is the nicest member of the group and most of his school friends wonder why he's even there in the first place. San is close to everyone, except Mingi. He's tried to reach out, but it doesn't work out well.

SONG MINGI - '99 liner, Mingi is a member of ATZ, but in a way, you could call him a co-founder. He has an interesting relationship with Hongjoong due to their history and the fact that Mingi does not care about the group. He constantly dyes his hair but has recently gone blond to spite Hongjoong. He has a secret love for flowers that nobody but San knows about. He doesn't like people seeing his hands.

JUNG WOOYOUNG - '99 liner, Wooyoung is the second-in-command of ATZ. He constantly butts heads with Mingi because of this dynamic. He's very good at people-watching and getting information out of people. Some people around the school say he has a narcissistic personality, but he just says he knows he's attractive and he's not afraid to be confident in himself. San believes that he's just misunderstood.

CHOI JONGHO - '00 liner, Jongho is the latest member of ATZ. While Hongjoong tends to come up with most of the plans, he tends to run them by Jongho first. Jongho's addition to the group has caused their profit to skyrocket. Jongho is seen as intimidating to everyone who doesn't know him, but he's just as nice as San is. Makes you wonder why a stand-up kind of guy like him is there in the first place...

NOTE — ATZ is what they started being called by authorities, not a name they chose for themselves! They just go along with it because they don't care enough to come up with a better one. This group will also only be present for the first half of the SMAU! You will see why eventually... hehe.

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