#couldn't find the actual shirt but the link should have a t-shirt with the same pattern ;_;

[niki-phoria]

Hi' im here just to ask a request lol 👀 is it possible to do a chishiya x reader where they both liked each other but never said anything about it, even if its really obvious. But they still are always together even during most of the game since reader is good at club and spade games while chishiya is good at diamonds and hearts game, so depending on the game: one only supports while the other does most of the work. So this could be during a club or spades game where physical strenght is important, so Chishiya lets reader and other playes to do the "hard work". However, reader encounters their ex in the same game and chishiya starts to get jealous because "why they are so friendly if they are exes?" lol, however, reader decided to get paired up with their ex instead of chishiya and this made him mad (even though he suggested to reader that they should join someone else who is athletic too so they can game faster and finish early, however he didn't expect to find reader's ex in the game). At the end of the game, reader ask their ex that they should be part of the beach but chishiya ended up saying something like: "they arent good enough" or something similar. This makes reader mad and ask chishiya about what is his problem and he ended up confessing his feelings to reader. I dont know what to write next 😭 have a nice dayyy

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader word count: 1.4k genre: fluff (??)

a/n: tysm for requesting !! thank you for writing it like this like it's an actual outline for a story this was a really cute idea. i cannot write angst i would cry so instead of an actual fight chishiya is just mildly annoyed and reader kinda calls him out on it lmao i hope you like it !!

[if my explanation of the game doesn't make sense the fan wiki link to this game is here]

warnings: slightly ooc chishiya, not canon compliant, canon-typical violence, this doesn't make sense in the storyline bc it was the game kyuma and his band played but i couldn't think of any other games to make it work just go with it, slight mentions of people dying, ex bf's name is keita bc i didn't wanna write (ex's name) the whole time, cussing

i'm obsessed with this gif i'm sorry he looks like a cat and it's so cute snklns he's so gender

the amusement park is eerie as you enter. the gate creeks, worn down with use. vines crawl along their sides as if it’s been abandoned for years. the chime of a new player entering catches your attention. he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and black jeans, shifting anxiously on his feet. you recognize him immediately- keita. 

chishiya raises an eyebrow as you walk over to the man. his face lights up, a grateful sigh escaping him. “y/n,” you wrap him into a quick hug before pulling away. “do you know what’s going on?” 

you shake your head, stepping back. “no. all i know is there are games we have to win to earn days on our visa.” keita nods, shoving the white phone into the pocket of his jeans. 

“registration closed,” the announcement begins. 

“come on,” you make your way back to chishiya’s side, keita following behind you. 

“difficulty: three of spades. rules: players must reach the exit before the mascots catch them. game clear: players reach the exit without getting caught. game over: the mascots kill all players. there is no time limit.”

keita shifts uncomfortably next to you. “don’t worry,” you whisper. “we’ll be alright.” he gives you a shaky nod before the announcement continues. 

“players have five minutes before the mascots will begin searching.” a screen lights up, illuminated by a timer on a white background. you glance at chishiya for a second. he gives you a curt nod, following a group of people around the left side of the park. 

keita follows you as you slink around the right side, searching for any areas where the potential exit could be. the night is freezing as you hide behind the rides. “game start.” the announcement chimes. you duck underneath the metal beams of a roller coaster as a tagger wearing a bunny head walks out. they’re holding a crossbow as they walk, scanning around the park. keita’s shaky hand grabs your own as you watch them leave, in search of the players. 

it isn’t long before a scream rings out, followed by the whistle of an arrow being shot. the screech is cut short, leaving an eerie silence behind. you flinch a little at the noise, desperate to find the exit. behind you, keita gasps. a woman has her hand pressed against his mouth, motioning for you to stay silent. 

“have you seen anything?” she whispers. you shake your head. she removes her hand from keita’s mouth, backing away. “let’s stick together. i think i saw some other people by the ferris wheel.” 

you let her lead the way back around to the other side of the park. players continue to be killed off. the whistle of the arrows through the air makes you shiver. keita’s hand stays wrapped around your wrist as you guide him through the park. 

pressed against the brick wall of a staff room you can just barely make out chishiya’s silhouette. he motions for you to move closer, gesturing to a back gate over his shoulder. “i think the exit is over there.” keita lets out a shaky sigh, letting go of your wrist. chishiya reaches over to grab yours, pulling you a little closer to him. his warmth feels good against your skin. 

“if that’s the exit why haven’t you gone over there?” keita whispers. 

chishiya doesn’t answer him, still focused on the gate. he keeps a distance between you and keita. “we could be wrong,” you explain. “it’ll get us killed if we run over there and the gate doesn’t actually lead to an exit.” 

“but we’ll die if we stay here!” you bite back an exasperated sigh. 

“just trust me, okay?” keita nods, pressing himself further against the wall. 

you’re not sure how long you stand there, waiting. your heartbeat pounds in your ears as a tagger wearing a bunny mascot passes. they look at the darkness where you’re standing, staring for a few seconds before moving on. chishiya squeezes your shaking hand. you muster up the strength to gently squeeze back, eager to get back to the beach. 

the noise of the gate rattling makes you freeze. a man yells out as an arrow hits his shoulder before he hoists his body over the remainder of the gate. you can just barely hear the noise of his phone chiming. “game clear.” 

“shit,” one of the taggers curses. you’re grateful when the sound of something hitting against metal echoes throughout the park, drawing their attention away from you. chishiya doesn’t waste any time once the tagger is out of sight, pulling you along with him towards the gate. you force yourself up and over the fence, reaching down to help pull him up after you. he jumps down to safety before you grab onto keita’s hand, helping him over before you tumble down into the safety of the grass below. 

in your pocket, you can feel your phone vibrating. it lights up your face when you pull it out. “game clear. congratulations.” you lean back onto the ground, sighing. keita throws his arms around you, startling you a little. 

“thank you,” he whispers. “thank you.” you pat his back before he pulls away. 

chishiya holds out his hand to help you up. it’s a comforting feeling to have his hand in yours when you’ve finally reached safety. “we should get back.” you whisper. he nods, intertwining your fingers. 

“where are you going?” keita asks. 

“there’s a place we’re staying at- the beach. there are other people there. you’ll like it.” you can feel chishiya tensing a little next to you, but you brush it off as nerves from your near-death experience. 

“let’s go.” 

keita silently follows you as you make your way back to the beach. the walk is long and quiet. chishiya never lets go of your hand, keeping you close to his body. you’re grateful for the warmth, content to lean against him to calm your racing heartbeat. 

hatter is more enthusiastic than usual when he greets you, eagerly taking the card before turning to keita. “we haven’t seen this one yet,” he says, flicking the edge of it. he leans down in front of him, staring in front of his eyes. “i’d like to see more of what you can do. y/n, show him a room, please.”

an awkward air remains as you lead keita through the hotel. he opens a random room before flinching back and pulling it closed. “these doors don’t lock?” 

“no,” you chuckle. “just pick one. as long as there’s nothing inside you’re welcome to sleep wherever. i stay in room 320. come find me if you need anything.” keita nods, whispering another quick ‘thank you’ before entering the room. 

chishiya is sitting on the bed when you enter your own room. you make your way over to sit next to him, letting out a small sigh. “do you know him?” 

“who? keita?” chishiya remains silent. “i used to work with him.” 

“he seems really comfortable touching you.” 

you cock your head a little, shifting a little to face him. “we went out a couple times before i moved to tokyo.” chishiya simply hums, looking away from you. the silence feels heavy for a few seconds. “wait, are you… jealous?” chishiya doesn’t respond but you can just barely see a flush on his ears. you bite back a laugh, reaching over to grab his hand into yours. he doesn’t move away, letting you intertwine your fingers together. “chishiya, you don’t have any reason to be jealous.” you hesitantly reach out to rest your hand on his cheek, turning him to face you. he leans his forehead against yours. “i like you.”

you can see the blush spread to his cheeks a little at your confession. your lips quirk up into a small smile as he looks down at your lips before looking back up into your eyes. “i like you too.” there’s a beat of silence between you before he speaks again. “can i kiss you?” your smile grows as you slowly lean closer to gently press your lips against his. chishiya smiles into it a little, bringing a hand up to your cheek. you wrap your arms around his neck, shifting to straddle his hips. his blush has deepened when you pull away. you lean down to press a peck against his forehead, stroking his jawline. 

“nobody compares to you.” chishiya doesn’t answer, instead leaning up to press another kiss against your lips.

[non-un-topo]

Nicky in my ootd. (Sweatshirt graphics here)

[semisutopia]

pairings: douxie x fem!reader

warnings: 5.1k word count, smut, name calling (baby, darling, love, pretty boy), making out, straddling, fingering, groping, saliva, hickeys, handjob, eating out, penetration (p in the v), thigh riding, cock riding,

as a writer, writing a romance novel, it's quite common to have a chapter that is completely devoted to sex. smut chapters are actually quite expected in romance books, especially when the main love interests are over 18.

so you sat on your bed, one leg crossed, one knee up, chin rested above it, and stared at the blank page on your laptop. make no mistake of course, you had plenty of, shall we say, unholy thoughts, but for whatever reason, you couldn't find inspiration. almost as if on cue, you heard a knock on your window. 

normally, living on the second floor would deter people from climbing up to your roof, but here, you must remember that hisirdoux was far from normal. you sighed and opened the window to let him in, "you know we have a door, right?".

as he climbed through the open window he responded, "i didn't want zoe to see me. your roommate doesn't exactly approve of me". you snickered, "yes i know, i told her not to. anyways, what do you want?". he leaned on the windowsill, "i felt like coming here. should i not have?".

any other time, you would've tried kicking him out immediately, but seeing as you couldn't get any work done, you decided letting him stay wasn't the worst idea, and decided to watch a movie together as there wasn't much else to do.

"corpse bride?". "yeah sure", you loaded the movie on your tv and walked to your bed. douxie sat at the head of the bed and motioned for you to come near him. you sat next to him but turns out that's not what he meant. he patted the space in between his legs and you gave him an 'are you serious' look. "please?".

damn it he's cute. you placed yourself in between his legs and his arms snaked themselves around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. you relaxed into his touch as the movie started, intertwining your hands with his. the butterflies in your stomach rising as he melted into your touch. 

you looked down at your linked hands, "wait why are you wearing a suit?", you turned to look at him. "ah well, there was this ceremony at school so we had to dress up" "remind me again why you keep going to school events when it's just your alias?". 

he chuckled, "there's not much else to do". "no of course not. it's not like you work two part-time jobs and are a full-time wizard or anything", you said, giggling a bit.

"well, if we're talking about dress codes, how come you're wearing the same skirt you wore last week to the party?". if you were being honest, you wore some lingerie underneath your short skirt and long t-shirt to try and spark something in your writing. 

"why can't i wear it?" "c'mon just tell me", he hugged you tighter. the butterflies came back. "i...i just wanted to spark up some inspiration for my writing" "and what exactly are you writing about?", you could tell he already knew the answer. and he knew exactly what he was doing. "you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" "absolutely".

"something similar to what happened at the party...in this skirt", flashbacks of last saturday flooded your mind as you closed your legs tightly, placing a hand above your skirt. "may i help with that?", he said, dangerously close to your ear. 

"just watch the movie", you tried focusing back on victor and his skeleton bride on the screen, but failed after a few minutes as you felt soft fingertips tracing along your thigh. you decided to ignore it...or try to, at least until he started softly kissing up your neck. 

he placed soft, long kisses along your nape, drawing small circles along your inner thigh, slowly rising higher. "what are you doing...doux?".

he heard you. oh, he definitely heard you, so he kissed you harder, sucking on your skin, and his hand groping your thigh more, other hand on your waist, traveling to your hip. 

both of you were clearly not paying attention to the movie anymore but it didn't matter. 

your hand traveled up to his hair and tugged on it slightly. he hummed in response. soon enough, his fingers reached under your skirt and started touching the lace of your panties. 

you sucked in a sharp breath as his index finger circled your folds. you pulled harder on his hair to stop yourself from being vocal, but that only made him let out a moan, himself. 

fuck that was hot. soon enough, his second finger reached your clit. then his third, and you finally gave in, vocalizing your appreciation. you didn't want him to stop. actually, no, that was incorrect. you wanted more. 

you removed your hand from his hair and brought it down to his chin, lifting his head up from your neck and brought his lips to your own. his right hand came up to your ribcage under your shirt and you shivered at his cold touch. his left hand still playing with you under your skirt. 

you moaned softly into his mouth, eliciting him to bite your bottom lip. this whole thing felt like a positive feedback loop; one of you moans only for the other to react in the same way, and over again. 

"doux..", you seperated for air and leaned your forehead against his. he removed his hand from under your skirt and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. his hand not leaving your face, and making its way down to your neck. "hm?" "please could we⏤", he kissed you abruptly. you responded immediately. you parted and opened your eyes only to see him looking back at you, eyes glossy with desperation. 

you smirked and turned around to face him. you connected your lips again and placed your knee between his legs, making him groan. you placed your hands on his chest to support yourself and he held you by the waist. "turn the tv off, please", he broke the kiss and went back down to your neck. you took the remote from the bedside table and switched the tv off.

you were getting more light headed as he kept kissing you, his hand travelled down to your thigh, gripping it tightly. you rocked your hips back and forth slightly as you hummed into his ear the more he nipped at your soft skin. you were driving him crazy and he wanted so much more of you. he wanted all of you. "pl..please y/n you're driving me mad" "what do you think you're doing to me?".

you pulled away from him, "give me your tie". normally, he would have asked why but he simply complied and started loosening his necktie, in the most attractive way possible. he removed it and gave it to you. you took it and smashed your lips into his. "fuck", he mumbled into your mouth. "you're really something, yknow that", he asked, rhetorically, when you broke away. 

you smiled again and got off his lap, walking to your door and placing the tie on the door handle. "what's that supposed to do?", he asked, walking up behind you now. you faced him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "it tells zoe not to bother us", you said and pulled him back into a kiss. "smart girl", he murmured. 

he guided you towards the foot of the bed and sat you down. "can i touch you?", he pleaded, not taking his lips off yours, "please?".

you remembered how he touched you before and rubbed your thighs together at the thought of him doing it again. you hummed into his mouth and mumbled, "yes please". his hand moved down to your thigh and rose up slowly, reaching the hem of your skirt, and tugging on it slightly. 

you removed your skirt for him, leaving your legs cold and barren, only wearing your panty. your pretty, lace, black panty. to be frank, the day after last saturday's party, you and zoe went shopping and stopped at the lingerie store. you bought a set of black lingerie specifically for him, not that you'd ever admit it. 

his lips parted from yours as he looked down at the pool he created between your legs, and smirked as you tried rubbbing your thighs again to create friction. "do you really want me to touch you, darling?", he whispered in your ear. 

you gasped as he bit down on your neck, forming a purple mark, similar to what he did last week. his index finger hooked the string of your panty and slowly pulled down. you shivered at the cold air hitting your folds. his lips were still attached to your neck, but his fingers found your opening and rubbed around your clit. "doux..hurry u..up", you breathed. 

he went back up to your ear and whispered, huskily, "patience, sweetheart". your titled your head back a bit and breathed out. without any more hesitation, he inserted his first digit into you, getting a loud gasp from you. soon, his second, and then his third, just like before. 

your moans were melodious to him. you pulled his head back up and kissed him as his other hand roamed under your shirt. he pumped faster, his long fingers hitting just the right spot. "doux fuck~", you moaned as you threw your head back in pleasure. he loved seeing you like this. moaning his name, his fingers in you. he was the one giving you pleasure. fuck, it was turning him on. though, to be fair, almost anything you did turned him on. 

he tried surpressing his own moans to not drown yours out, that he loved hearing. 

a heat started filling your lower stomach. the kind that was going to flush out of you soon, very soon. he dipped down to kiss and suck on your collarbones, sliding the loose shirt off your shoulders. "doux i'm- fuck. d-doux", you started growing light headed as his pace increased. 

he knew you were going to climax, and he wanted you to. but not with his fingers. he removed his fingers quickly, robbing you of an orgasm.  "hisirdoux, i swear to god, if you don't let me come", he attached his lips to yours quickly, and started moving down. 

kissing your neck, your collarbones, lifting your shirt up to kiss the place right under your boobs, and he kept going down. kissing lower and lower until he reached your clit again. you sucked in a breath and carded your hand through his dyed locks. 

he held both of your thighs tightly, like he was trying to keep you from running away, not that you ever would. and started kissing the spot right above your knee, going up slowly. the higher he got, the sloppier his kisses became. 

he placed open mouthed kisses up your inner thighs. "doux...", you whined. he didn't raise his head but you could practically hear his smirk. finally, he reached your folds. he kissed around your clit and you moaned, tugging his hair as a result. "pl..please doux", you wanted him. you wanted him to eat you out so bad. and he complied, inserting his tongue in your folds. licking and kissing you, the sounds of wet skin became louder. 

not as loud as you were moaning though. you knew that this was horrible for his ego but you couldn't help it. he had a way of making you feel so damn good. 

"fuck baby", his words vibrated in your pussy, sending you even higher. you arched your back as he gripped your thighs even harder. you moans became higher in pitch as you were nearing your climax again. 

"you better let me come this time, casperan", you said. he chuckled, deeply and kissed you harder, in the perfect spot. "aah! d..do that again. please", you pleaded. and he did, and again. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moaning in ecstasy. 

"i'm cl-close..", you said, pulling on his hair harder now. "cum for me, darling. please", he mumbled against your lips. you let out a final moan as you hit your limit. you exhaled a shuddered breath as you opened your eyes to see him wiping his lips, smirking. 

it just hit you what happened and you quickly covered your vagina with your shirt, trying to not make eye-contact with him. he rose, slowly, and leaned in close to you, lifting your chin up with his finger. "was that not good for you, love?", he asked, fully knowing the answer. you had a hard time focusing on him and your legs were quivering. he leaned in close to your ear and said, "i think you liked it", sending a shiver up your spine. 

he placed his right hand in between your thighs and carressed it slightly. he knew he was in control here, but not for long. you pulled him back into a kiss and slid your hand down his shirt, slowly. you reached his belt and went even lower to place your palm on his erection. you could feel his dick twitch inside his pants and you smirked into the kiss. 

you started rubbing his bulge, eliciting him to groan into your mouth. you bit down on his lower lip and slid your tongue into his mouth. he couldn't have asked for anything better, but he got it anyways. 

you started unbuckling his belt and took it off slowly. undoing his pants, you parted from the kiss. you looked at him, eyes closed, he bit his lip slightly to keep from moaning. you went to the shell of his ear and kissed it once, "sit down". he did as told.

you placed yourself on his thigh and locked eyes. now, this wasn't a competition but neither of you wanted to look away. his eyes were filled with longing. he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him a few minutes ago. he was the first one to break as you started palming him over his boxers. "fuck", he mumbled, barely over a whisper. you slid down his underwear and he broke free. 

you had assumed that he would be an average length but no, a solid nine inches of slender, throbbing, cock sprung free. you leaned in and kissed him again. his hands went up to your waist, under your shirt and he slipped his tongue into your mouth. you moaned as he sucked on your tongue with his own. you delicately touched the tip of his cock, smiling at how he twitched at that. 

"so sensitive...", you mumbled into the kiss. you traced your fingers softly over his length. he knew why you were teasing him, the same way he did to you. but fuck, he wanted you. he needed you to touch him. 

"pl..ease y/n", he breathed. you stroked him along his length, circling his tip at times. he threw his head back as you pumped him faster. you couldn't help but smile at how good you were making him feel. 

you decided to buck your hips back and forth on his thigh to drive him over the edge. and it worked. you were driving him crazy. his mind started to fog as you were grinding against his thigh. to add insult to injury, you started moaning too, being stimulated in a lovely way by riding his thigh. the friction against your clit was perfect. 

he honestly didn't know how much more of this he could take. but he didn't want to come. not just yet. he wanted the feeling of your warm hand on his cock. he wanted the feeling of your wet pussy grinding against his thigh. he wanted to hear your moans as you pleasured not only him, but yourself too. 

unfortunately, his body couldn't take it anymore as his dick started twitching more, signaling his soon release. "i think i...i'm cumming- fuck-", he was a stuttering mess. and you loved it.

"go on, pretty boy", you said out loud and leaned in close to his ear. "cum for me", you whispered into his ear and kissed it. that was truly it for him. he groaned and felt his release coming in a few seconds. with a final touch to his tip, he reached his release and came in your hand. with that, he layed down on the bed, exhaling hard. 

with your newfound confidence, you took off your shirt and wiped the white liquid on it, before throwing it your floor. you leaned forward and placed your hands on his abdomen to support yourself, "douxie?". 

he opened his eyes and they widened in surprise, seeing you on top on him, in a lacy, black bralette, so loose that the strap was coming down your shoulder, that innocent look in your eyes. you weren't innocent, not by a long shot. and he knew that. but he wanted to corrupt you. he threw his head back as your hands started tracing up his shirt, undoing his buttons. 

when you reached the top most button, you leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "can you fuck me?", you kissed his ear, "please?", and again, moving down to his collarbones. he was stunned. you were just covering your wet pussy with your t-shirt a while ago, and now you've asked him such a bold request. not that he was going to decline. 

he grabbed your hip with one hand and your face with the other. he turned your face towards him and he crashed your lips into his, getting a moan out of you. he was getting hard already, and you were probably wetter than ever. you did mean it. you wanted him to fuck you. and he did too. his other hand went down to your thigh and started trailing back up. 

it was these moments when he touched you that reminded you how you were feeling. and right now, you were still a bit embarressed. you had barely rode him and you were still so wet. throbbing and pulsing, he inserted one finger into you again. you gasped into the kiss. 

he was done being teased and was ready to be in control again. he flipped you over so he was on top, and inserted his second finger into you. you tried rubbing your thighs together but he put his hand in between your legs. "now now, darling. i thought you wanted me to fuck you". his hand trailed up to stop right under your bra. he leaned in and kissed the spot. then bit it softly, sucking on the spot to leave it dark red. 

you were in a frenzy. his slender fingers were still pumping in and out of you, he was still giving you hickeys along your rib cage and stomach. you arched your back and threw your head back. 

"pl...please fuck me- doux..". he chuckled again, inserting his third finger, trying to drive you to the edge. "st-stop playing with me", you stuttered, completely a mess. 

"cum for me, lovely", he said, and kissed you up your stomach until he reached your bralet lace. "f-fuck~", you were close. you wanted to climax. and his fingers were working their magic on you. 

you had to finish. you had to cum. so you did. you gripped the bedsheet as you released, your back lowering from an arched position as your legs started shaking slightly. 

he stared at your cum on his fingers before licking it off with his tongue. god, his tongue can do wonders. "you still want me to fuck you, y/n?", he asked, staring at your shaking legs. 

"please", you pleaded. you were the desperate one now. and fuck, it turned him on. seeing you under him, legs shaking, covered in hickeys, and still gripping the bedsheet. all because of him. 

it took you by surprise when he took out a condom from his pocket and opened it with his mouth. "you brought a fucking condom?", you asked, partially rhetorically. "i didn't bring it. adam slipped it in my pocket when i told him i was coming here", you laughed a bit. adam was always rooting for the two of you. now that you thought about it, it was adam's idea to have the both of you parttake in seven minutes in heaven at the party. goddammit. well, in this case, you were sort of glad he medled. 

"do you not want me to use it?", he asked, he stopped putting it on halfway. "no no. use it", he smiled and put it on fully. you sat up slightly to kiss him, to which he gladly returned. you peeled off his shirt and then took off your own bralette. 

you were completely naked in front of him. fuck, if it was even possible, he got even harder. before even touching you, he threw his head back and bit his lip. "fuck" "what?", you thought you did something wrong. he went down to your chest and kissed you around your nipple, his hands pulling you closer by your waist, "you're gonna be the fucking death of me, y/n". you rolled your eyes. partly because of his comment, but mainly because his kisses felt so good. 

you held his shoulders and layed back down, pulling you with him to the point where he was hovering over you. you took him by the chin and connected you lips into a very sloppy kiss. 

"can i?", he asked into the kiss. you mumbled a verification, not breaking away and gasped when he started inserting himself into you. "fuck- doux!", you moaned as he inserted his full length. "you okay?", he asked after giving you a minute to adjust to him. "fuck..", that was the only thing to could say. without moving at all, he was already hitting your g-spot. "y-yeah, i'm good..", he leaned into you and kissed you again. 

your tongues moved in sync, just as your bodies did. after a few minutes, you needed air and broke apart from him, a string of saliva connects your lips. you cried out as his hand reached your clit, rubbing it slightly. as if his dick wasn't enough, you were in a state of pure euphoria. "f-fuck, does this feel good, love?" you wanted to ride him. you wanted to be on top. so you placed your hands on his shoulder blades and flipped him over. 

to say he was surprised would be an understatement. his eyes widened as they came back into focus. he always thought you were beautiful. gorgeous. but god, you were so pretty like this. he threw his head back, gripping your sides with his hands as you rode him. he loved this. no, that was an understatement. he never wanted this to end. you riding him, he loved seeing the marks he left on you, your boobs bouncing slightly as you picked up the pace. fuck he loved this. 

you ghosted your fingertips over his v-line , he sucked in a sharp breath. "i love when you touch me, sweetheart" "is that so?", you asked as you lowered yourself to kiss him along his lean figure. he was extremely thin, but toned. you placed kisses along the valley of his abs and it drove him mad. 

he groaned and moaned your name the more you did it, occasionally biting him and licking over the spot immediately after. you asked him to sit up and he did so, moaning as you both were reaching your climax. 

you pulled him into a kiss and he recirpocated, before going lower and kissing down your boobs again. your head rolled back as he sucked on your breast. "i-i'm close" "can i..", he looked at you now, "..inside you?". you smiled and kissed him again, "of course.", you whispered in his ear, "i'm all yours, baby". he threw his head back for the hundreth time tonight at your voice. it was angelic to him. and when you moaned, he felt like he would die right then and there. 

you felt his dick twitch inside you, knowing he was close. "can you cum doux. inside me. please?", you asked, kissing his neck. he did as told and came inside you. you followed suit a few minutes later, arching your back as you hit your orgasm. 

you removed yourself from him and sat on his thighs, he was still holding you up. "that was...something", he mumbled as he rested your foreheads together. "yeah..". you couldn't verbalize how great that was. were you selfish if you wanted more? maybe his tongue again. you had forgotten how good his tongue made you feel. but you knew you couldn't do anything for the next few minutes. your pussy was still wet, but swollen from everything you had done. besides, you couldn't just ask him, right? 

you both sat in silence for a few minutes, still hugging each other and covered in a thin layer of sweat, even though the ac was on. he abruptly gave you a quick peck on the lips and said, "i'm gonna go to the bathroom okay?", you nodded and got off his lap. he put his pants back on and walked to the bathroom. 

you threw yourself back on your head, facing the ceiling. you sighed heavily and closed your eyes, thinking about everything that took place, eyes shooting open when you recalled his tongue. that felt so good. the way he gripped your thighs tightly. the way his tongue circled in and around your clit. the way he parted your folds with his mouth. you didn't think you could get so wet this quickly, but you wanted it. you wanted him. 

you reached down your stomach, grazing your hips, and your inner thighs. you sucked in a breath as your fingers reached your clit. you rubbed on your bud, whimpering a bit as you rubbed your thighs together. you were so wet that you could insert a finger with no problems, but that wasn't enough. you gripped the bedsheet above your head as you put in two more fingers, gasping slightly. your eyes closed, tightly as you arched your back again. 

you pumped your fingers in and out the same way douxie had done and circled inside your pussy. you wanted to moan, so bad, but you didn't want him to hear you. you bit down on your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your hand as you touched yourself more. you were in a trance and moaned out, "fuck- doux.. mmh j..just like that..please". you were so close to your climax that you didn't even hear the bathroom door opening between your moans. 

your eyes remained close and your toes curled as you were going to come again.  "aah! mm-fuck!", you cried out as you hit your release. your knees started shaking as you lowered them. "fuck", you exhaled, opening your eyes. "thanks for the show, darling", you neck snapped in the direction of his voice. he was standing against your wall, leaning with his arms crossed. fuck he was hot. he was standing shirtless, in his suit pants. 

your lowered your arms to cover your swollen pussy, dripping with your juices. "h-how long were you standing there?", he started walking towards you, "long enough". he stood at the foot of the bed again and dragged you close to him by your legs, leaning down to kiss the shell of your ear. "do you want me to touch you again?", he asked. you wanted to tell him off for staring at you, touching yourself. but fuck, you wanted him to touch you again. "y-yes please", you stuttered as he placed open mouthed kisses along your neck, going down to your collarbones. 

"hm, how?", his voice rang through your ears as he kissed your breast, biting it slightly, going down to your rib cage. he made you a stuttering mess, "w..with your tongue...please, doux...i want⏤", a gasp escaped you as he started sucking on the inside of your thigh. 

"whatever you want, my love", he gripped your thighs like he did before. his lips reached your pussy. still soaking and red. "w-wait doux. too s..soon", you tried saying but he started kissing your clit anyway. he hummed against your folds, the vibrations driving you crazy. "f..fuck doux. pl..please mmh~", you decided it was useless trying to retalliate so you just enjoyed it. 

he made you feel so good. and he loved it. he looked up slightly to see your head thrown back, eyes closed, and back curved. he was doing this to you. he was making you feel this good. and he loved it. his tongue slipped in and out of your pussy, wet with cum and arousal. 

he loved the taste of your slick. it tasted so sweet to him. you tasted so sweet to him. "fuck", he mumbled into your pussy, "you taste so good, baby". 

"i'm c..cumming. d-doux w..w -ah!", he picked up the pace as he started sucking on your folds. the sound of wet skin slapping against his tongue filled the room."go on, love, cum", you did as told, reaching your climax for the fourth time because of him. 

he kissed your clit one last time before raising his head. you lifted his chin and connected your lips together, quite forcefully, unconcerned with where his mouth was a few seconds ago. 

this kiss was different than before. it was not filled with lust or longing, but with passion and understanding. you seperated and placed your heads together. "you're really good at that", you were the first to speak. he chuckled a bit before taking your hand from his face and planting a kiss to the back of it. "i'm glad you enjoyed it, y/n".

"y/n! can you come here?", you heard zoe's voice call you from her room. you laughed at douxie's horrified expression. "relax, she's not gonna kill you" "are you sure?" "well, she might when i tell her, but for now, no she won't. so i suggest leaving", you hand made a shooing motion. 

he quickly put his shirt back on, only doing three buttons as your put on a new shirt and underwear. "just a minute, zo", you called out so she wouldn't get suspicious.

"what about my tie?", he asked, before going out the window again. "i'll give it to you tomorrow", you kissed him on the lips briefly, "now go!". he smiled and pecked your forehead before wishing you a good night and going out the same way he came in. 

he was a great muse.

[ba-hons-film-blog]

Scene Recreation (Final Project):

Link to Scene Recreation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?fbclid=IwAR0KS60bTo9V-ElXikLsCFRyCM4Y5t-_yXpydOf-uCoXq3a6ZV26U32tu00&v=-pA-BQbMPpw&feature=youtu.be

Link to Original Scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPazh2kDdvA&t=68s

(From 0:00 to 1:03)

Pre-Production:

For our final project, we had to do a scene recreation exercise. We chose our own groups of between four to six people, and had to choose a scene no longer than three minutes to recreate. My group consisted of Ben McMorran, Jack Weir, James Stevenson and Tom Spurin, and the scene we recreated was the Facemash scene from the 2010 David Fincher movie “The Social Network”. This scene follows an angry Mark Zuckerberg (played by Jesse Eisenberg) as he blogs about his ex-girlfriend, whom he has just broken up with, and decides to create a website comparing girls to farm animals after hearing his drunk roommate’s ramblings.

This was not always our plan. Our initial plan was to recreate the opening scene for “Filth”, which follows the character of Bruce Robertson (played by James MacAvoy) as he walks away from Edinburgh castle, while a voiceover reveals his opinions on what it is like to be Scottish. As we stay in Edinburgh and could actually visit the locations featured in the film, we thought this would be an ideal scene to do.

Filth Opening Scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbPdQmi3s0M

(From 0:00 to 0:37)

However, on the day of the shoot, due to the poor weather and barriers being set up by Edinburgh castle, we were unable to get the opening shot and felt without that, the scene wouldn't work as well if we were to just jump into the second shot and also cut off the beginning of the monologue. After considering various possibilities, we settled on the scene from “The Social Network”, as we all liked the scene and felt it was something we had the resources to do.

Production:

As in previous tasks, it was up to us to assign ourselves roles. Jack and James were the directors for the film, and me and Ben were in charge of the camera, and everyone helped with setting up the lighting. (However, these roles were not set in stone, and everyone helped out with whatever needed done.) Jack played Mark Zuckerberg (as portrayed by Jesse Eisenberg in the actual film) and I played his drunk roommate. Ben and Tom (who had to pull out of the shoot at the last minute for personal reasons) were in charge of the edit.

For this project, we decided to film in my flat, given the film is set in student halls, and features the character sitting at a wooden desk not too dissimilar from my own.. We used my laptop and tv monitor in the film. While my laptop was a bit bigger than the one in the film, it was the same colour and worked reasonably well. For the blog, we used the same website (LiveJournal) that was used in the film, however due to being updated it didn't look exactly the same. For the images of the other students that Mark looks at, we just used some random images off the internet. For the clothes, Jack wore a grey jumper that he owned and I wore a green shirt and white t-shirt of my own. The beer bottles were just some empty beer bottles from the recycling which I cleaned then filled with some water. Mark’s bottle in the film is green and I had hoped to find a Peroni (which, while maybe not the beer featured in the film, was certainly the same colour) but couldn't, so went with a brown coloured Budweisser bottle. For my character (the drunken flatmate), he is meant to be carrying a pack of six beers but in our recreation only has one. We didn't have a pack of beer, and figured this was a background detail that wasn't too important, so decided to go with it just the one.

While the general feel and certain aspects of my room worked for the film, due to the layout it would have been impossible to get some shots. Take the shot where Mark’s roommate walks over and sits on the bed behind Mark. This would have been impossible to shoot as the place he walks in from is where my wall is. For this reason, we decide to shoot the film with everything on the reverse side and then flip the footage in the edit to make it look correct.

For the scene from “Filth”, we had intended to rely on natural lighting so we had not booked out any lighting kit, and were aware we may have had to go our separate ways, book out some lighting equipment, and regroup at a later date. However, given everyone was already there, we didn’t want to call it a day without achieving anything. Additionally, several members of the group were going home shortly for the Christmas break. We decided to do a camera test, setting up a shot from “The Social Network'' and see if we could pull the scene of that day to a good quality. We only used only two orange lamps and my small white bedside lamp (which was attached to the wall). After setting up the shot, we were satisfied we could get a good quality of lighting without booking out the tungsten lamps, and we decided to go ahead with the scene there and then.

We began by reviewing the scene and taking a shot list. We started with the shots focusing on Mark Zuckerberg blogging, and ended by getting the shots of the computer. Ben and I alternated between using the camera, and whoever wasn’t filming or onscreen would be doing setting up the lighting. For the lighting, we used the lamps and put then on whatever boxes or other objects were to hand. We used a tripod for most of the film, bar the opening shot, which was done handheld. Regrettably, this meant it didn't look as smooth as in the film, but the majority of the other shots were all static, so they looked fine.

We filmed for about two hours before rapping up and parting ways. Jack later recorded the voiceover and sent it to Ben and Tom. It turned out we had missed two shots of the monitor (the shots seen at 0:38 to 0:39), so it did a mock up of those shots in my own home, recorded them on my camcorder and sent them to Ben and Tom, who put them in the final edit.

Feedback:

Feedback for the film was generally positive. The lighting, depth of field, cinematography and editing were praised, and overall the scene was said to be fairly faithful to the original. Jack's performance as Mark was also praised. However, this was some criticism.

The location was one of the main issues. The blue walls were slightly distracting, an issue that could have been solved by hanging up some kind of white material. The room also felt more cramped than the room in the original, and the lighting didn't always seem natural (while the light in the original was clearly coming from a lamp, there were some shots in ours where there was no clear source). This could have been solved by having the lamp visible in certain shots.

Addition, people took issue with the photos used for the photos of the other students, and the lines across the computer screen. I would agree with these issues. This was due to having to change our scene and using what was to hand. In the future, hopefully we would be able to create an appropriate document ourselves beforehand, instead of using some random photos from the internet. The lines across the computer could be solved by using some green cloth to cover the screen and using visual effects to put the appropriate images on later. However, this isn't something I know a lot about. A better solution could be to change the frame rate of the camera to match the monitor's refresh rate.

There were a few issues raised with regards to the framing. Someone pointed out the position of my character changed the side of Mark he was on, from being on the right side of Mark in a close up to being on the left side in the wide. While this is the case, this also happens in the film.

Another framing issue was that one shot of the computer screen is taken from roughly 45 degrees to the right when in the original scene it is taken from roughly 45 degrees to the left. This was likely due to us being in the mindset of filming everything the opposite way around. In future we should be more careful to avoid this, by taking particular care when filming shots featuring text we intend to flip later on. Admittedly, there are several shots where the text is flipped, but in those shots the text is the main focus, so this isn't too big an issue.

While most of the framing was positively received, the opening shot, which pulls over Mark’s shoulders to look at the computer, was criticized due to its handheld nature (as it was a much smoother shot in the actual film) but I think even it we had ample time to prepare, this would still be a difficult shot to pull of, as the only way we could do it was handheld. This was also complicated by the fact we had to change focus at the same time.

Someone raised the issue of the bottle being the wrong colour (brown as opposed to green), which also meant it blurred into the background slightly more. I agree with this point, but this was due to having to use whatever was to hand and not having the right prop ready, which we would have had this been the original plan.

In some cases the voice over was a bit quiet, meaning it was hard to make out certain lines of dialogue. Personally I didn't have this issue, but that could just be because I am familiar with Jack’s voice and the dialogue he is saying. This issue could probably be solved by raising the sound levels in the edit.

Overall I am happy with what we did, given the time and resources available to us due to our late change of plan, and think everyone did a great job in the lead up to and including the day of shooting.

Shot Comparison:

[hot-boy-jimin]

Bullet Wound | stranger things 2|

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Three-

Seven's eyes fluttered open slowly as she arose from her slumber.

She was confused at her surroundings, but a look of realization crossed her face when everything came back to her. She looked around the room and saw that the sun was now starting to rise.

She knew she had to get out of here and start looking for Eleven, so she slowly got up in pain, and tried to stand. She ended up tripping and falling on the man who saved her life.

~

Billy was not expecting to wake up like this. He had opted for sleeping on his floor that night to make the mysterious girl comfortable, but here she was sprawled out on top of him.

He smirk devilishly as he looked at her face.

Seven felt her face heat up in embarrassment, as she looked at the boy's piercing blue green eyes. He had the audacity to smirk at her and she felt her blush travel all the way down to her neck.

"Good morning to you too princess."

Her face hardened when she realized that this should not be happening. She immediately started to get up and Billy's smirk broadened as he realized he had made her flustered.

His brows furrowed when he saw that she was putting on the shoes he had taken off of her last night.

"Did you change my clothes?"

Seven realized that he had. When looked down she now wore a large white shirt with a pair of boxer briefs. They were his obviously as they were all at like at least four times bigger than her size.

"Yeah, the stuff you were wearing was soaked in blood." He responded as he started to stand.

She felt her blood run cold. She didn't know this guy and he could've done anything to her and she wouldn't know.

Billy saw the way her body tensed.

"I didn't do anything if that's what you're thinking."

She scanned his face and realized he was telling the truth.

"I'm sorry." She stated now feeling slight guilt. "And thank you for your help, I appreciate it."

Billy didn't know what to say, he'd never been the type of person to help others and do what was right and he couldn't understand why he was doing it now.

"You can take a shower in my bathroom and I'll get you some fresh clothes."

"You've done enough to help me and I've put it you enough danger already. I'll be leaving, but thank you."

Billy was heavily confused. He wanted to know what danger she talked about.

He watched as she gathered her things and made way for his window.

"At least give me your name." He stopped her by grabbing her arm.

Seven gasped when she saw flashes of his memories.

She saw a man that looked like an older version of Billy punch him to the ground. With a gasp she pulled her hand from him and looked at him with wide eyes.

'Why did people hurt the ones they're supposed to protect?' She thought.

"I don't know." She responded to his question.

"You don't have to be scared, I'm not going to hurt you." He said earnestly.

"I'm not afraid of you, I just don't know the answer to your question." She showed him her wrist now and continued to speak. "All that i know is that this is the only name I've been referred to, and that my sister is in this town with our father, and that I need to find her before he hurts her again."

The words spilled out of her mouth without thinking and Billy looked at her sympathetically.

"Who shot you?"

"Bad men, and they'll do the same to you if I don't leave."

She turned around quickly and opened the window. Before she jumped she turned to the boy.

"Thank you, Billy, and it'll get better."

Billy watched as she jumped, and he sprinted to the window with a confused expression as he looked out the window and the girl named seven was no longer there.

~

Seven was in the woods again. She was drained now, because she used her powers with no food or water in her system and a wound that needed to heal.

She let out a weak and shaky breath and looked down at the gear she possessed. She had two handguns, a hunting knife, and two ring daggers that were attached to a thigh holster. She knew she couldn't carry those around carelessly without being spotted, with weak legs she got up and scanned her surroundings.

'No one should come out here.' She thought to herself.

She then took off the boxers Billy gave her, they were black and large enough for her to put a gun and the daggers in. She wrapped the weapons and rested them by her bare feet, she grabbed the black leather pants that she owned and put them on tucking the large white shirt inside loosely.

She grabbed her boots and put them on with a fee grunts of pain coming from her mouth due to the wound she possessed. After her boots were laced up she slid the large hunting knife on the side securing properly. Next was the gun she was keeping on her, she placed it in the back of her waistband.

There were a few problems though, she was hungry, tired, cold, and had no idea were anything in this town was.

'Maybe, I should've stayed with Billy.' She thought to herself, but she quickly disregarded that notion when she realized she would only bring trouble for the boy.

~

Billy only knew how to express himself with anger and lust. Mostly anger.

That's why he was even more agressive today and that's why he kept taunting the Almighty king of Hawkins high school.

He tried to blame his anger on the fight got into with his asshole of a father this morning. He knew that was only a small portion of it, the real reason he was taking his anger out on this kid is because he couldn't stop thinking about Seven.

He was curious about her and he couldn't deny that she was beautiful, but he also wondered if she was okay, and if the 'bad men' got her.

It was now the end of the school day and Billy was currently sitting in his car waiting for his little sister.

He wouldn't admit it to anyone but he actually cared for the little shit, but he didn't know how to express without coming off as a sociopath.

He glanced at his watch and let out a sigh filled with annoyance. He stepped out of the car and sat on the hood, he the pulled out a cigarette and put it between his lips.

He lit the tiny stick of death and took a long drag from it. When he glanced at the entrance of the middle schools he saw Max arguing with a boy who was around her age.

His face turned hard at the way they were going back and forth. He was a very protective person and he wanted nothing more than to release his anger on the kid, but his thoughts were cut short when he spotted a head of blonde hair.

~

Seven had food a story called seven eleven and she was no trying to figure out how she was going to get food.

The only thing that was good about her being with the Russians was that she got to she different places and learn basic things, like knowing she needed money in order to buy things, even though she never really did unless she was on a mission.

As she scanned the store she saw that it was basically empty, with only three cars in its parking lot. She knew she would have to steal and she had to do it in a way that she wouldn't get caught, and her powered was something she couldn't use.

With a heavy sigh she grabbed her mask that concealed her entire face and put it in. She then tucked her long blonde hair in her turtle neck and took the clip out of her gun, and putting in her back pocket.

She didn't need to kill anyone, she just needed to scare them a bit.

Before she knew it she was in the store with her gun in hand. No one had spotted her yet surprisingly as she was in the back of the store behind a rack of food. She placed her gun in her waistband and started stuffing random packages in her shirt.

While she was doing so she heard the door of the store open and she heard the cries of a young child.

"Papa!!!"

It was as if she wasn't there anymore, she was now a room that looked like it was designed for torture, and it was.

It was cold and hot at the same time for seven.

As she tries to lift her arms to wrap them around her body it was as if they were super glued down.

She called for her papa but he didn't show up, instead it was a man in a green uniform with the a red patch attached to the arm part.

All of a sudden she was panicking, as she she remembered who the man was. She thrasher around as he came closer to the machine to her right.

He turned the machine on and grabbed to large needle that was filled with a neon sky blue liquid. She knew what it was, they gave it to her every month to erase her memories. The moment the needle pricked her skin she broke out of her trance.

She gasped when she saw the child she heard from earlier looking at her with wide and curious eyes. Seven scanned the shop and saw that no one else had notice her, she then placed a finger on her mask covered lips as an action for the girl to be quiet, and the little girl nodded slowly.

Seven snuck out the back door of the shop and ran back to the woods as quickly as she could.

She was now leaning against a tree breathing heavily with a pain in her abdomen.

She took off her masks and slid her body down the tree and thought,

'I should've stayed with Billy.'

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[jisunwithtaeandkookie]

It was 4 in the evening, on a Friday. I was standing in front of the ice cream shop. But I couldn't go in.

Because they were there.

I stood on the sidewalk, across the road from the shop. I could see inside through the glass windows and name every single one of the boys I could see. I could hear their voices in my head as they laughed. I could picture what they were saying by their expressions. But I couldn't go in.

Is this what you wanted, Yoongi? I thought, as I stood, looking at his face through the window gazing at the table.

Suddenly, he looked out the window. Catching my gaze, he seemed to be surprised for a moment, then he smirked and returned his gaze back to the boys.

I could never get this boy.

Sighing, I looked around. What should I do now? If they were here, it was possible that some paparazzi was here too. And being seen at the same site as them was not healthy for me. I was already notorious for cheating on all seven of them. I hadn't even done anything like that. But unless you knew the real story, you would either be wanting to believe on the juiciest one, or you would be making up the juiciest one.

I shook my head and looked back at the guys. They seemed to be happy together. At least they were laughing, which was normal. It had been 8 months, so things should be pretty much back on track, I assumed. My encounter with three of them a few days ago hadn't been a walk in the park exactly, nor did it clarify what it was like between them. When did things get so complicated; according to what I could see, they didn't even know each other's true intentions, let alone the misunderstandings, the biggest one between me and Jungkook. I needed to sort that out quickly. But how?

I looked back at Yoongi. He had told me to stay away from them, and I had complied. Then his text had baffled me. Did he want me to come here and sort things out? It seemed that way right now to me. After all, he didn't call me here for nothing. He must have had a plan. Should I start the apology train? Where would I even start? Now that I looked carefully, there weren't even all of them there, just-

And the next second, I was being dragged by my hand, away from the ice cream shop.

"What? Hey, who-"

"Shh."

I don't know why, but I became quiet quickly, and let myself be dragged away by the guy who had my back to me. I guess, in my head, there was this thought that I had nothing else I could do, or needed to do.

"Can I at least know where we are going?" I asked after a few minutes. We had reached a place quite far away from the ice cream shop, and quite silent too. The guy stopped, and turned around, leaving my hand.

"Okay, walk with me."

"Jin??? What the heck?"

"Just walk."

I immediately obeyed, coming next to him. We walked on the quiet street together. The following few seconds passed by in silence.

"You're looking good today." I said, looking up at him. He really was looking good in his white t-shirt and black blazer.

He cocked his head to the side, looking at me, and gave a little smirk. "I always look good."

"Right, right. Why do I bother?" I rolled my eyes. "So, what's up? Why aren't you with the boys?"

"I had to talk some sense into you." He frowned. "Or at least, this is what Yoongi said."

I opened my mouth wide in shock. "He told you to talk to me? Why couldn't he do that himself?"

"He texted you, that's more than enough, trust me." He laughed. "He's changed a lot...I'm telling you, she's been quite an influence on him."

"Who's been?"

He looked up. "Um, nobody. Wrong story for today."

"Okay." I said, frowning. "Where is Namjoon then?"

"He has had some episodes with the ice cream shop, so as soon as he knew that we were planning to go there, he shot out of the room like a bullet out of a gun." He mimicked a bullet. "Shooo!"

I sighed at his strange behaviour, then laughed a little. Who am I kidding, this is Kim Seokjin, secretly the actual maknae of the group.

"What are you laughing at? Sit down, lady." He pointed to a bench, pouting in mock anger. "We need to have a long talk, but a short one, because the ice cream is waiting for me."

I lifted my hands up in surrender, sitting down. After a second, he sat down too. "Things have cooled down a bit since then, Y/N." He said, looking at me, his face serious now.

"So everyone is good?"

He sighed. "See, but that's the thing...they are not. They are okay, but I get the feeling that their feelings are just compressed inside them. On the surface, they are happy and laughing and normal and all that, but deep down, they are, how do I say this, incomplete."

I knew what he was getting at. "They need to know the real truth." I said, looking down.

"Yeah." He said. "If you feel like it."

I looked back at him. "What if I don't?"

He smiled a little, and answered simply. "If you don't feel like it today, then tomorrow."

I understood what he was saying. I had to do this, and I had to do this as soon as possible. There was no point in delaying the inevitable any further. And it was not like it was benefitting anyone anyway. I needed to come clean now. But come clean with what?

"You don't know yet, do you?" Jin asked me gently.

"No..."

He smiled. "Go home, relax. Close your eyes and ask yourself who you love. The one you see will be the one."

I rolled my eyes. "It doesn't work, Jin."

"It works everytime, Y/N."

"I did it once before, and nothing came out of it."

He looked in my eyes meaningfully. "Nothing came out of it, or you didn't understand it?"

I gulped, looking in his eyes. He was gazing at me so sharply that I felt myself question everything that I had done till this moment. And suddenly it came to me.

"Oh my God."

"Do you get it now?" He asked.

"I-yes!" Laughing at my foolishness, I hugged him, giddy with happiness. "How did I not understand it before? Jin..you're a genius!!"

He hugged me back, a smile on his lips. A moment later, he stood up and looked at me.

"Well, now that my work is done, I will be running like a bullet out of a gun for that ice cream." He mimicked the bullet again. "Shoo!" And then he laughed, and took a few steps ahead.

"Jin?" I called out, standing up from the bench. He turned back to look at me.

"How do you know this much about, you know, love?"

He smiled. "Wrong story for today." Waving at me, he left.

I smiled after him. He had answered the question which had been bugging me since forever in a second. Now all that was left was to go home, take a deep breath, and then, first of all, call Jungkook and tell him everything. He was the first one I needed to sort everything out with...even if everyone left my side, he would never, and I had lied to him. And the worst thing, he was disappointed with me. I needed to clear the air with him, and then get his opinion on how to go on with the apology train.

But my phone rang before I could take that deep breath.

"Kookie, I just got home. I was about to call you-"

"Are you never going to grow some shame?" Was the blunt reply I got from the other end of the line, and for a second, I was stunned.

"Kook...what are you saying?"

"You know what I am talking about." He spoke in a calm voice, which, given his husky voice, was frightening. "Have you gone mad or something?"

"Kook...I don't understand." I frowned, shaking a little. He had never talked to me this way before. "If this is about me lying to you about coming to the airport-"

"This isn't freaking about that, Y/N!!!" His voice rose a few notches. "Set aside the fact that you cheated on Tae hyung and Jimin hyung, and the fact that you lied to me...what about today, then? Seriously, even I am tired of this. How many more lies? Do you not feel guilty about lying, like, at all?"

"Look, unless you tell me what you are talking about, I'm hanging up the phone, something is not quite right with you."

"You don't know then? Fine...how did your little date with Jin Hyung go?"

"JUNGKOOK!!"

"Yeah, I know! What did you think, this was going to be a secret? There's a thing called social media, you know. You need to check it at least sometimes."

My world went blank for a moment. Everything was quiet; I couldn't even find any words to say.

"Kook, please...do you realise what you are saying?"

"Do you?" He said in a low voice.

"At least talk to Jin before you reach any conclusions." I whispered emotionlessly.

"He wouldn't even accept it, so what's the point?" He was angry...really angry. "But you...Y/N, come on, this is just....shameless."

"Kookie!" A few tears broke free from the restraint I was trying to put on them. "Kook, please, I would never do such a thing. Don't you believe me?"

"I would have said yes until a few days ago."

"Kook-" I was cut off by the beep of the phone as he hung up. I stared at the phone, tears falling from my eyes, Jungkook's voice ringing in my ears. How did he come to this conclusion? Why did he?

Wiping away tears from my eyes to no avail, I opened up my phone to check what he had said. And indeed, he was right.

Why couldn't it ever work out for me?

Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.15

Part 14//Part 15//Part 16

For other parts and the MASTERLIST, please refer to the link to the story in my bio. Thank you for reading!

Guys, I'm really happy today. I had a singing competition in my college, and I won!! So I decided to work a little harder and update, so that I could give you all a reason to be happy too!! Hope you like this update, and if you have anything to say, please ask me, I will be waiting!! Stay updated, and happy reading!

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Summary: Your close friend Taehyung, shares a secret with you, a big secret: You have had a crush on Jimin for the past 6 years. But what he doesn't know is that you have done something bigger than that, something that could destroy many people's lives in seconds. That's a secret for you to keep. But something even bigger is floating in the air: what you have done could destroy BTS's friendship forever...but that's a secret even you don't know yourself.

Pairing: Reader × Jimin/Taehyung ft. Other Members

Genre: Angst

[aryareyes]

The moment our eyes met...

Chapter 2

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JUVIA'S POV :

The cool air brushed my hair and sent chills on my spin as I watched my hometown through the car window. Further I go further I felt the same familiar warm feeling inside me as the first time.

- " Juvia? " I turned to face Jellal at his call.

- " Are you okay? " he asked concerned. I gave him a reassuring smile in response. As he seemed unconvinced I added  " Jellal, I'm fine. Really ". He smiled softly and turned to face the road.

- " Good we'll be there in five minutes, I'm not sure if there's everything you need there, let me know if you need something..." he stated.

- " All I need is a long bath and Coffee! " I retorted.

- " So you're too a coffee addict huh ?"  He grinned.  " Don't know what you girls find in coffee..." he trailed.

- " Dude! No coffee no life! Besides girls are not the only coffee addict...Don't be a sexist." I defended myself.

- " Ok.Ok. Maybe you're right but still it's more girls who are coffee lovers than guys..." 

- " Well you guys are smokers so we're even."

- " Hey! I don't smoke...I actually hate it!" He exclaimed offended.

- " I said guys not Jellal Fernandez" I chuckled and I rolled my eyes.  " However, we have a point in common..." I stated.

- " You hate smokers too ? " he asked.

- " Of course, I hate the fact they kill their selves so dumb fully! " I said back.

- " Agreed...and here we go." He was parking his car in front of the flat.

- " I'll carry your stuff your Majesty, you may go inside...here's the key..." he joked handing me the key.

- " Thank you my knight of shining armor." I countered him back. He laughed before pushing me inside the building. I stopped laughing by the by time, I arrived in front of Gajeel's flat which was in fifth floor, second door at left.

I opened the door and entered the apartment. It's little different from two years ago, it's more furnitures and decorations. Yet, it's simple and minimalist but cozy. I liked it. Weird, Gajeel is not too keen on decoration or house management. It's probably the girls doing. (AN : photo on media)

I didn't find him in the living room so I went to his room and he wasn't either. I frowned but then remembered what Jellal said earlier.  Gajeel couldn't come to get me because he had an impediment. I sighed, I was so excited to see him here. I shook my head to chase unnecessary thoughts. If Gajeel couldn't be here then it was really important. That doesn't mean he'll get away with this so easily, I'm gonna piss him off with this once he's back.

I then opened the curtains and the balcony door to let the morning sun light enter. Perfect. I stepped out on the balcony with my fireflies bottle in my hands and took a look at outside. It was nothing new, a town with small buildings and shops but not a lot. It wasn't crowded, it's calm and peaceful. Just like I like it. I saw a long river running in the middle of the town a took a mental note visit it.

I then hanged the fireflies bottle near the hanging flower pots on the balcony and went inside.  I entered the a room which I assumed mine because it looked unused. The other two are filled with things. One's Gajeel and the other seem more like a common room.

I looked at the untouched room which only had a bed, a dresser, a table with its chair and a small sofa with its stool. It looked like a hotel room to me, I added my room decoration in my mental notes. Though the fact that with my stuffs, it won't be so empty. That's when I looked around me. Where is Jellal ? It's been almost fifteen minutes I'm here and he won't take that much to bring my luggage here. through the lift for God's sake. Maybe he completely forgot? I went to the living room to see but no he's here. Where the hell is he ?

I need a bath and coffee to clear my head, I thought as I went in the bathroom taking a new towel in visitor's room, thank god, Gajeel thought about leaving a towel for visitors. I can take one of Gajeel's t-shirts until Jellal comes back with my things.

I closed my eyes as I felt the water on my skin, I sighed in content and made my self comfortable. Water always makes me feel at ease. I feel free, pur and natural in the contact of the water on my skin. I always have loved it since childhood. That maybe a reason why I like swimming and fortunately I'm good at it.

After a long hot bath, I wrapped the towel around my body and got out of the bathroom to find a t-shirt in my brother's room. That's when I regretted to not bringing it before, at the time I so wanted a bath and now the room is in the opposite side. I have to cross the hall to get there. I sighed and prayed Jellal shouldn't be here before entering the living room.

I was mid way in the hall when I felt the fresh air on my skin, with the rays of the sun light. I smiled in delight as I felt shivers on my body. I then frowned, before going in the bathroom I closed the window so how...

I turned to see a strong silhouette leaning against the edge of the balcony. I could see his biceps,his toned muscles and his sculpted abs forming a perfect V shape through his white t-shirt. He had a chiseled jawline and then all I saw is a back of the black mess of hair.

Shit. Was I really ogling on Gajeel? Beurk! I mentally slapped my myself and shook my head. I then remembered that Gajeel is just in front of me, I haven't see him for two years and now he's here. I squealed in my mind and approached him slowly and silently.

I stopped behind him before slapping his butt playfully. He jumped in surprise startled and I laughed out loud.

- " OMG! Your—Your reaction!" I laughed harder.

- " Why...are you so sur—surprised Metalhead ? Who...else will slap your... butt if it's not me ? Hmm... maybe you expected it to be your girlfriend..." I choked my own words as I was laughing throwing my head back. I had tears on my eyes and and my stomach was paining. So I stopped laughing with so much difficulty and narrowed my eyes at my brother's face as he was now turned to face me with his arms crossed against his chest.

Oh no. My expression turned into horror in a second, if I before was red from laughing now it's redder from embarrassment. I opened my eyes and mouth wide and blinked. And then shouted in shock.

- " Who—who—-ar—are you?! " I stuttered blushing and trying to pull the curtain to me as I suddenly become aware of my lack of clothing. I just had a thin white towel on my body for God's sake!

- " Who are you ? And what the hell are you doing in my house ? " I raised my voice as the stranger kept staring at me. Damn it. He's hot. He's such a handsome face—-Shut it Juvia! He's a fucking stranger! And you were drooling over him a minute ago and slapped his sexy butt.——Shut the fucking mouth of yours conscience! I was only saying the truth...——Shut it.

- " Excuse me, who are you ? " he raised an eyebrow.

- " I'm—-Wait, I don't even know you why should I tell details about me and for God's sake, you're in my house! Get out of here! " I retorted.

- " Geez...So you can slap a stranger's butt but can't say your name..." he smirked. It caught me off guard.

- " I—I—-I confused you with someone else—-" I said heat rushing to my face as the embarrassment took over me. "...Sorry...I swear I was confused that my brother's butt was flat and all but then I saw the black hair and..." mumbled as I bobbed my head down ashamed, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.

- " So you think mine is well shaped..." he murmured with a smirk. I ignored him.

- " However that doesn't explain your presence here." I looked up at him frowning in anger.

- " It's our place so of course I'll be here! What I don't understand is who the hell are you?! " he retorted for the first time raising his voice.

Idiot. How dare he come in my house and raise his voice against me ?

- " How dare——"

- " Raindrop?! " That idiot and me turned to see Gajeel on the door.

- " Metalhead! " We exclaimed in unison and started at each other shocked then back at Gajeel.

- " Shit. I missed you troublemaker! " my brother exclaimed as he walked to my spot rapidly.

- " Fuck you! " I hissed at him. The stranger idiot laughed as Gajeel stopped a feet away from me and blinked, once he processed what I said, he gave me a death glare. But a second later his glare was directed to the stranger idiot as he was laughing.

- " What the hell are you doing here stripper!" It was my turn to laugh at the nickname and as if to prove Gajeel's says that idiot hadn't have his t-shirt.

I found my eyes wondering on his amazing torso and looking his cross chain curiously before getting back to my sense. The stripper idiot was now glaring at my brother and me. I bite my lip to bit laugh and I felt my cheeks puffed as I was controlling my laugher.

- " Who the hell is she?! " he asked irritated.

- " She's—" Gajeel started But I cut him off.

- " Oh! Mister, calm you ass down! Don't talk to me like this! "

- " Oh! Madam, Cut it off Ok?!" He retorted. I was about to reply when I looked at a dumbfounded Gajeel between us and then at him to see that he was doing the same as me.

I stared at Gajeel again then at him and couldn't control myself. I burst out laughing, along with him. Each time we tried to stop, just a look at each other's face is enough to double our laugher over.

After few minutes, I was leaning against the wall to support my weight and holding my stomach in pain. He was sitting in front me on the floor, now with his t-shirt on, seeming to be in the same state as me.

- " Man...I don't remember laughing this much in my life! " he exclaimed. I chuckled and nodded giving him a thumbs up as I was so tired to talk.

- " Ok. You know what I'm not even gonna ask why the hell are you two puffing like dauphins!" Gajeel said from the living room, I didn't saw him going there between my laughers.

- " That's a great idea Gajeel! " I approved wiping my tears.

- " Whatever. Raindrop this is Stripper prick, Stripper this is Raindrop" He gestured a hand between us lazily from the sofa.

- " What a great way of introducing people..." I said sarcastic. The other guy sneered and stood in front of me.

- " I'm Gray. Gray Fullbuster." He gave a hand with a handsome grin. My lips curved in a slow smile as I took his hand.

- " Juvia Lockser, pleased to meet you." I shook his hand giving him a sincere smile.

- " That's not what it seemed to be half an hour ago but guess, pleased to meet you too." He half-grinned. I chuckled.

- " So you're Gajeel's friend huh? "

- " Yeah...and you're flat butt's sister right?" He teased.

- " It'll hurt his ego if hear this..." I said in a small voice chuckling. He sneered.

- " Bless you. You're alive for all those years being Metalhead's sister." He mocked.

-" What did you say Ice prick ?!" Gajeel shouted from the kitchen.

- " Gajeel?" I called him sweetly.

- " Yeah?"

- " I need a coffee! Please!" I cried. I can imagine him rolling his eyes and sighing from here.

- " it's actually not that bad." I said to Gray. He chuckled before murmuring :

- " A free advice : next time don't slap any guy's butt." I blushed bright red and remembered I had only a only towel to protect my dignity.

- "Cover your eyes! Don't peek! " I warned him before moving myself from behind the curtain and sprinting to my room. I heard him laugh even after I closed the door. I leaned my back against it and I tapped my forehead in shame, with a small smile on my lips.

[potterlifexreader]

Would you like to go with me?

Hello, Love bugs!

Neville X Reader

This one is a long one.

Warnings- swears. I don't think I have ever written a fic without swears.

Neville, reader, Yule ball. Reader wants to go very badly, but doubts anyone will ask her and she doesn't wanna be the third wheel on anyone else's date, so if she doesn't find one, she isn't going, so she is crying in her dorm because she thought maybe someone would ask. But then Neville plucks up the courage to ask and does, then he and her go to the dance (the next night) reader looks super stunning (all other girls are jells and guys are regretting not asking first) and Neville is super confident suddenly and asks her to be his girlfriend and then after the dance smut because I flurping need some Neville smut with insecure reader (and super confident Neville because ❤❤) thankssss sorry that was long and specific ,I'm just tired of everything around me RN. Love you FAM!

Life fucking sucked. It was the chance of a lifetime. You could go to the yule ball just like your mother did and her mother and so on. You were destined to be the only person in your family that didn't go to the ball. It was a bit humiliating considering there was a school just for men visiting and you couldn't find jack shit for a date. You were sulking in the pain of a broken heart when you heard a little tap at the door. All of your roommates were gone to the common room to practice their hair for tomorrow. You had to pull yourself together wiping away the little tears that were still hanging onto your cheeks before making your way to the door. Just as you were about to make fun of someone for forgetting their wand to get in you were stopped in your tracks. There in front of you stood Nevile. He looked relaxed in his school uniform with his tie missing and a few buttons undone. This made you painfully aware of what you were wearing. You old PJ shorts. A t-shirt from some muggle band you saw last summer. Lastly, your hair was in the same messy bun from when you were in the library and needed to get the hair out of your face.

“Hi, Neville. If you were looking for one of the girls they are all in the common room.” You were familiar with Neville showing up at your door from time to time. He was always helping your one roommate with herbology. He was an expert and her. Well to say it nicely was that she struggled.

“Uh no actually. I came to talk to you.” You would be a liar if you thought that you had heard him wrong. �� Can I come in?” You nodded as you couldn't seem to find your voice at this moment.

 “So what's up?” It felt odd, the small talk. You weren't used to it with him. Conversations always flowed easily between the two of you. He was the person you sat beside every day in potions. The both of you found Snape very intimidating. This helped grow your friendship even more. Your long conversations would simply move from potions to the great hall for lunch. Usually, you didn't get to see him again until dinner. There the two of you would pick up right where you left off. After all the years of getting to know each other, the both of you knew pretty much everything and anything. You were each other's personal vaults.

“I actually came here on a mission. I need to ask you something before I lose all of my motivation that I just got from the guys.” Neville took a deep breath making yourself even more nervous. “I want to ask you to the ball. That is if you want to go with me. I know it's pretty late to ask but I was so worried you would get asked by someone else. Then Malfoy told me you were asked by that one block from Durmstrang.” Neville was talking in circles making you even more confused than ever. You had to put your hand over his mouth just to get him to stop talking.

“Neville, are you asking me to go to the ball with you?” You didn't even bother trying to hide your smile from him. You were overjoyed with the thought that you would be going to the ball with one of your best friends.

“Yes. If you would take me.” Wrapping your arms around Neville you were filled with enjoyment.

“Absolutely! Stupid git Malfoy. I told you never to listen to him!” Neville nodded as the two of you continued hugging and talking about the excitement for tomorrow evening.

 The evening finally came. Getting ready wasn't that stressful due to the fact that your mother sent you a dress a lot more in advance as it wasn't a question in her mind that you would be going. You didn't really worry like your friends did about how to do your hair or makeup. You had learned long ago how to do all of that with magic. You chose to keep it all rather simple. The dress your mother sent was actually a pretty good pick. It was long and light purple. It wasn't anything poofy or over done. A few sparkles here and there but the point of the dress was to accent you. Not the other way around. 

Making your way to the common room you couldn't help but hear the little whispers coming from your classmates.You couldn't tell if they were good or bad because all of your attention was focused on him. He looked wonderful. Neville looked like a young man straight out of a muggle magazine. While your eyes were glued to him everyone in the room was looking at you. You would be described as a plan girl who got good grades and always followed the rules. Some may say they never really thought of you. Tonight was different. Reaching the bottom of the stairs you link your arm with Neville as he leads you to the great hall. Once inside you couldn't believe your eyes. It was just as your mother described it but better. The roof was changed from the candles to snow. Tables all around had the most ornate decorating. Once yourself and Neville watched the champions dance you both took to the floor. You had heard that Neville had been practising every day on his dance moves but you never expected to be lead around the room with such ease. 

As the night ran on and the band came to play you and Neville took your first break. Finding a table the two of you couldn't help but laugh at all of the people rocking out as the professor was crowd surfing. 

“I just wanted to thank you for coming with me to the ball y/n.” You knew your cheeks were red already from the dancing and you said a little prayer that Neville would chalk that up to dancing and not to the added fact that you were honestly a little embarrassed.

“I really don't think you should thank me. I mean I was the one who was dateless 24 hours ago. Neville had a little smile as he moved his chair closer to yours. Not only so the conversation would be easier but because you were a magnet to him. He had always been drawn to you since the day you met. He just finally had a good reason to be so close.

“How about we just call it even? Do you want to keep dancing?” The room was slowing down as the band took a break. You didn't want the night to end but you also wanted to be somewhere closer to Neville. The space between you felt unpersonable. 

“I want to keep dancing as you are the best dancer in the school. But I kinda just want to talk to you.” Neville nodded as he grabbed your hand leading you to the exact place he knew the two of you wouldn't be disturbed. The room of requirement.

(There will be a part 2 with smut. I just felt like it needed to be separate.)