#gosh I still remember my soul leaving my body

[sadsongsandwaltzes]

[sevenop]

Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: Vroom Vroom

A/n: Billie brings you along for the shoot, but in the end she's suddenly jealous you not so much of Charli as of your attention to her as a celebrity. Charli playfully teases at her, but no doubt Eilish finds an original way to remind you about herself.

Their music video for "Guess" is a sudden bomb for my inspiration! And it doesn't have much to do with the text, but I do want to point out that Charlotte is an icon of my teenage years, lol.

Talking to Charlotte Aitchison, or more popularly Charli XCX, is definitely an exciting moment for you, given your strong fascination with her as a teenager. You're extremely visibly shaken from exactly the moment she gives you a welcoming hug and you're still in that excited mood. You've fainted about forty times in your mind, and you'd probably have realized one of those dramatic falls if it weren't for Billie's hand on your waist, which is clasping your side a little tighter than usual by the minute, or beating out some nervous rhythm of its own.

"It's very nice to meet you, Y/n!" - Charlotte smiles incredibly warmly, and for a second it seems to you that you are going to kiss the asphalt fantastically with your lips. Well, and with the whole face as a whole. - "Billie told me that you're an old fan of mine, you know, I'm really pleased."

"Gosh, uh... thank you!" - you touch the back of your head with the palm of your hand in burning awkwardness, only to then bring that hand back down sharply, as if spurring yourself on and sobering up. - "I just momentarily lost all the words I wanted to say to you, I'm sorry."

You're feeling incredibly uncomfortable with your surroundings under the weight of your own excitement and trepidation, even though Charli is looking at you as relaxed and friendly as possible-what's more, her dark brown eyes remind you of two mugs of hot tea, which with each sip envelope you with comfortable warmth, dispersing the delicious boiling water through your arteries.

Eilish, who has been gallantly silent all this time, understands you without any words, simply by reading your broken body language. In one deft but at the same time masterfully hidden in her persistence movement, she pulls you closer to her, right to her side, as if she were a mother duck and you were her obedient but confused duckling.

"Relax, my girl." - Eilish throws a slight smile on her lips, and puts her hand possessively much lower than your back, or rather, right on your ass. Just for a few moments, but you also instantly feel your ears light up like warning lights. - "Charlotte is exactly the same person as you, remember?"

Charli chuckles playfully as you nod and exhale slightly, gathering all the words and thoughts into the formerly organized piles in your head.

"Okay, let's start with something simple to bring you to your senses, hot chick." - you side-eye Eilish's eyebrows almost twitch, wanting to come together at the bridge of her nose, and that little silver snake rattling the tip of the tail foreshadowingly in her blue eyes. But the smile doesn't leave her face a quarter of an inch, so chalk it up to your nervous imagination: good idea, right? - "Name me your favorite song from my recent album."

And you babble inspirationally, like a renaissance poet who has met a sacred and previously unattainable muse: you note the meaning of your favorite lyrics, or the beat that comes into your soul, like was as if someone had unceremoniously opened the door with his hit foot. You praise almost every track on the album, unable to decide what you like best, and Charlotte laughs loudly, touching your shoulder lightly with a little pressure. And Billie sees how shocked you look at the singer, being doused head over heels in euphoria. She sees your gaze, with a million stars floating in it, sees your quivering smile. She sees it, and almost sending sparks of pure current straight into the asphalt. You don't admire her, but someone else, even if it is well extremely deserved for Charli. And the realization of your admiration definitely stings her painfully, like an angry wasp out of the blue. Sure, you're her girlfriend, but aren't you her fan anymore?..

When she notices this dazzling spark in your eyes, which ran through the moment when Charlotte offered to personally give you her autograph, O'Connell frankly breaks the first lock of self-control out of a possible three. She doesn't even have time to think properly, almost leans on you with her whole body, throwing her arm over your shoulder, hanging on you in mute demand. You immediately shift your gaze worriedly, shifting all your attention to her. For Eilish, holding back a satisfied smile, which is coming out of her cunning interior, is now a difficult task to heaven, but doable.

"Tired, dear?" - you ask sensitively, deftly reversing roles: your hand now firmly and securely on her waist. - "Do you want me to get you some water?"

"Or you can take a break in the dressing room," Charlotte gently advises, while devils dance invitingly in her eyes, as if her irises are bursting with the heat of inquisition bonfires. Oh, she definitely got it. That's why Eilish stabs her in response with her zealous blue blizzard, wrinkling her nose. Just a second, so that only she can see, but in no case not you.

As Billie opens her lips for a made-up answer, a thin female voice cuts through the air beside you:

"Ms. O'Connell, I'm sorry, but can I talk to you for a minute?

You all three of you look at the girl at once, as if the request wasn't addressed to Billie alone, which makes the petite blond stew, clutching the clipboard with neat palms to her chest, but then she finds the necessary composure.

"Your presence is required at the site to clarify a working point."

"Sure, no problem." - she moves out from under your palm ever so unwelcome, swaying slightly from side to side to prolong her contact with you for a few moments. Turning on her heel and shouting to you, she's already following the fast-paced assistant director. - "I'm fine!"

She feels your gaze on her with the back of her head, mixed with misunderstanding and slight excitement, and she almost choke on her own pride, finally allowing herself a cheeky smile. Suddenly, the tingle from the back of her neck is gone, and behind her your hear your loud laughter and Charlotte's azartic shout: "I'm going to steal your loyal groupie to show her the set, Billie! I can't promise I'll get her back!"

Eilish turns around, and Charli smiles at her like a cat contented under the heat of the sun. No, it won't work like that!

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"Really? I never thought you'd still love «Vroom Vroom» more than anything."

Stepping over millions of wires and stage markings, you survey location after location, noting how your excitement is gently shifting into confidence, and confidence into a slight premonition of anxiety warming at your fingertips and deep in your heart. Talking to your living dream in the world of Hollywood is extremely comfortable and desirable, but still you feel in your gut that something is wrong with Eilish, even if you can't explain what it is.

"This is my loudest baby, if I may say so," - Charlotte smirks, gently putting her hand out in front of you in a warning gesture, - "careful, there's another one here."

You step over the thick camera cord, suddenly feeling the ground beneath your feet shake slightly, or should I say vibrate. Far behind the two of you, you hear a mechanical, rumbling noise reminiscent of a construction site. Charli puts her tanned palm on your shoulder, instantly stopping you in your tracks.

"Turn around," - she smiles at you extremely contentedly, meeting a catchy sketch of misunderstanding on your face, - "I'm sure you'll like it."

One hundred and eighty degree turn around your own axis and you don't know what's deafeningly louder right now - the gushing laughter of Charli seeing your bulging eyes in amazement, or the helling murmur of the damn construction excavator that's coming your way slowly, led by her majesty Eilish, sitting regally behind the wheel.

"What the fuck, O'Connell?!" - you announce, folding your palms in a report-like fashion and bringing it to your lips: the only thing that helps a bit to overcome this sonic behemoth with a multi-ton bucket.

"Get ready to jump in!" - Eilish's eyes are burning a confident blue enough that you don't even need to squint to see it, and about a smile would be needless to say. - "I'm taking my loved groupie back, Charlotte!"

"I give up!" - Aitchison shouts, mixing the echo of his own voice with the roar of the engine, raising both hands in a surrendering gesture, grinning good-naturedly.

The excavator clanks, sliding at first a little to the left side of the wide area, and then leveling off again, still on course with the two of you, except now it's traveling at a safe distance from you instead of straight ahead.

"I wouldn't keep her waiting if I were you, or she'll burn with jealousy," - Charli puts her palm to your ear conspiratorially, except instead of the classic whisper: a shout. - "Come by my dressing room afterward, I promised you an autograph after all."

Something clicks shrewdly in your head as you smile, hugging the star briefly: you barely touch her waist and she pats you on the shoulders in return, and the excavator seems to make an even louder noise, like an iron bull spewing anger in the heat of a bullfight. The only one subduing him is Eilish. Charli hurriedly steps aside, watching with undisguised interest, and you only catch Eilish's outstretched left palm as you climb up the step. Her fingers grip you so tightly and securely that even the tattooed three of winged fairies embossed on her skin seems to be pulling at you with their little hands.

"You're crazy, Eilish!" - you shout with an outburst of laughter, wrapping both hands around the iron handrail.

"I'm your crazy!" - Billie returns both hands to the steering wheel, confident that you have a firm grip these.

"When did you even learn to drive this multi-ton monster?"

"Exactly half an hour ago," - an undisguised contentment plays on her lips as her gaze drifts forward. - "Not much different from a normal car, though there are nuances."

Glancing in the rearview mirror, you notice not only the surprised set workers, but also Charli waving at you. A grin spreads across your face.

"As nuanced as your jealousy of Charli?"

"I'm not jealous," - O'Connell lets a chuckle pass through her lips, and even drowned in the rumble of the car it doesn't seem sincere.

"Oh, what are you saying?" - you raise an eyebrow, and Eilish casts a quick glance at you-the blue sea is completely draped in eloquent silver serpents, to see which: an honor purely for you and no one else.

"Okay, yeah. I'm jealous." - Eilish exhales in astonishment, jerking the long clutch lever with her hand, to which the iron hulk rumbles, going leisurely to the right on its powerful tires. You see parking lot markings in the distance and a small silhouette waving two neon-orange flags: obviously the parking attendant himself. - "I don't like it when your attention and admiration isn't on me."

"My, you're greedy," - Billie tsked, rolling her eyes, but you only smiled affectionately. - "Would a kissing session make up for my shortcoming?"

Billie hesitates for a moment, rubbing her chin with one hand, then playfully pouts her lips in an olfactory pink bow like a child.

"If you also stand behind the cameras with the cameramen, catching my every glance, then quite possibly yes."

"Okay, I agree!" - You laugh, throwing your head back, and Eilish doesn't hold back in her supposed seriousness, drowning in laughter following you.

"Now get ready to get off. We'll walk from here. I have to see what kind of wall I have to break down."

You are silent, choking on air in a flash. Well, this is going to be an interesting shoot, though it's always just that way with Billie.

[stvolanis]

ok ive seen you do farleigh start being the sweetest bf ever, but now do farleigh being a BULLY

oh my gosh i feel like REALISTICALLY, if Farleigh was in a relationship w/ someone he’d be such a tease/asshole!!! But like in an annoying boyfriend kind of way💕

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who you’ve been in a relationship with for a little over a year.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who goes out of his way to completely torment you. Putting things on higher shelves, just to laugh at you when you get onto the counter to reach it, but end up falling off. Of course, he’ll ask if you’re okay like a good boyfriend, but he’d still continue laughing while helping you back up.

“Stupid girl.” He’d Mutter with an eye roll. Yet, he secretly liked when you came to him when you were in distress.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who moves your clothes out of the bathroom, including your towel while you’re showering just to be able to see you naked with water dripping down your pretty body. You complain to him about how your freezing, but all he does is stare at you.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who isn’t abusive, at all, and is an amazing boyfriend—but does get a little rough when you pass by and he lays a heavy hand on your ass, making you wince. Or when you say something bratty and he’ll reach over and grab your throat, just to make sure you know who’s the one in control a little too tight.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who loves to pick on you over your sensitivity. “Such a crybaby.” He’d mock as you sniffled against him, rubbing your watery eyes as you watch the most reasonable movie to cry to, “the notebook”.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who sometimes doesn’t take your emotions about certain things seriously. For example, when he failed to remember the exact kind of dog you told him you wanted when you had randomly asked him if he remembered. He’d click his tongue in annoyance. “Okay, how am I supposed to remember that?” He’d defend, but get annoyed when you make a big deal out of it. (You’re kinda extra)

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who adores his little girlfriend, always so needy for him and his approval. You make him feel wanted and appreciated; his little sunshine. But, he would never say any of that outloud till he was on his deathbed. He liked that you chased for him, as toxic as it was.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who will 100% bully you, but makes sure you know he loves you. But dear god, forbid someone says something to you he doesn’t like—have mercy on their soul (and I’m not even religious). He has a mouth on him he uses to talk shit, so best believe he has some hands on him too that he isn’t afraid to use. Only he can’t torment you.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who fucks you like he hates you. Slapping, spitting, choking, biting, etc. He’ll whispers the most vile things to you while he pounds into your sopping cunt. “Such a fuckin’ slut, aren’t you? Always beggin’ f’my cock like a bitch in heat.” He’d coo at you mockingly, his breath fanning your neck.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who uses you as a stress reliever when he’s mad. Say Oliver pissed him off by fooling Felix into doing some random shit, he’d come into your shared room absolutely fuming. “Knees. Now.” Is all he’d have to mutter before you’re on your knees between his delicious thighs, hair in a ponytail. He loved your obedience.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who lowkey hates that you have a life outside of him cause like—what do you mean youre going out with Venetia? So he makes sure to remind you that he’s the only one who’ll treat you as good as he does before you leave by fucking you silly, cum dripping down your thighs.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who’s your biggest bully, but also your biggest supporter. Yes, he’ll make fun of you for a lot of stuff, but he’ll always make sure you know he loves you by little gestures like giving you things that remind him of you, getting your favorite food when you’re upset, etc. and it warms your little heart.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who goes a little too far one day with his taunting and mocking, to the point where you’re locked in the bathroom wiping your tears with your sleeves. “Baby, yknow im just messin’ around. Come out, Princess.” He’d say as he rattled the door handle. Never an apology leaving his mouth.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who bribes you to come out by promising to take you on a little shopping spree to your favorite make-up store, and obviously you come out cause like, who would pass up an offer like that? Not you, that’s for sure.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who fucks you softer that night. Instead of slurs in your ear, you’re met with a few praises and tender kisses against your sweaty skin. He holds you after and doesn’t apologize, but you know that he’s sorry. And thats enough for you.

Mean Farleigh Start! Whos considerably nicer to you than other people. With you, at least, he tries to have a filter. He doesn’t with other people. He’s an absolute menace to society, no one is safe when it comes to his harassment, except for you. He’s not always an asshole to you, he can be sweet sometimes.

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[sehyunie23]

Take Care of You

- Karina

Karina POV

The door to our dorm slammed which made me jump in shock. I went to the said door and I see Winter panting.

"Yah!!! Why are you panting heavily? Where did you go, Winter?!" I scolded the girl panting for dear life.

"O-oppa woke up!" Winter said which made my eyes wide.

"He is a-awake? I asked with a shaky voice.

Winter nodded while still catching her breath.

"Come on then! Let's go!!!" I dragged the tired girl as she shouted.

"At least let me get some water!" Winter then ran to the kitchen and have her water.

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--- time skip | hospital ---

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We've arrived at the hospital where Y/n is taken care of. We passed through the reception and went straight to the elevator.

"Winter, how long did Y/n have been awake?" I ask the girl beside me.

"Well, Yoona unnie called me about an hour ago and said she couldn't reach you so she called me, from there, she brought out the news to me which made me run to our dorms,"

I was shocked and tearing up as I hear Winter's response. Winter hugged me and patted my back.

The elevator door opened and we go to Y/n's room. As we got to his door, I opened it and we saw some of the NCT members, Taeyeon unnie and Yoona unnie, Heechul sunbaenim, and Leeteuk sunbaenim.

They are gathered around Y/n and Taeyeon unnie noticed me.

"Karina! He's awake!" Taeyeon unnie said as the people in the room make way for me and there, I can see him sitting. He looked at me and I can see his lips curl upwards, I was getting teary and I ran up to him and I hugged him.

I lay my head on his chest and he just caressed my hair. My tears are just pouring as he wiped my tears.

"Shhhh, I'm okay Rina, don't need to cry," Y/n said to calm me down and like magic, I felt relief and my body is calming down.

Y/n stroked my back and I just sniffled occasionally. Then he made me face him and he wiped off the tears that are left in my eyes. He poked my cheek which made me pout.

"Hehe, my cute girlfriend is cute~" Y/n cooed which made me blush.

"Hey~ you just woke up but you flirt already?" I playfully said which made him laugh. I then remembered that there are other people in the room with us, I looked at my surroundings and I saw my oppa and unnies snickering. I blushed as I am embarrassed then I dig my head into Y/n's chest to hide my red face.

"Hehe, let's leave the couple. Get out everyone! Gaja!" Taeyeon unnie said and after that, I heard footsteps, and then eventually, I heard the door shut. I removed my head from Y/n's chest and I looked all over the room and I saw no one. Were alone! Yay!

I smiled at him and I kissed him on the lips, he returned the kiss and I am just so happy to see him again. He disconnects his lips from me which made me pout. Y/n looks at me and he started baby talking to me.

"Awhhh, ish mwy baby sad? I will give you lots of kisses, maybe I will hug you twight, I will pamper you with love my baby~" Y/n said and he squished my cheeks round and round and round.

"Yah~ I'm not a baby!" I protested.

"You're my baby," Y/n said in a serious tone.

Gosh, his duality is something else. I looked at his eyes and his glare is piercing through my soul.

"I-I am your b-baby," I surrendered and he giggled.

I looked at him and I caressed his cheek.

"Aish, you made me worry Y/n," I said to him and he smiled apologetically.

"I know, the man just suddenly attacks me out of nowhere, but! I promise that I will stand guard now! So I can protect myself and you in the future," Y/n said and he winked at me. His actions made me blush and giggle.

"Aish you flirt! Back to the topic, please be careful okay?" I said while fixing his hair.

"Yep! I don't want to worry anyone else again!" He said and I smiled and nodded.

"Good, that will be the last," I said in a commanding tone.

"Ne jagiya, the last," He said and I laid down on the bed with him.

Ever since that incident, all other companies were now focused on strengthening their security and health for the idols.

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--- flashback ---

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The idols from SM entertainment gathered for the SMTOWN Concert. The male groups are directed to be the starter of the concert while the soloists and the girl group will come later on.

All seems well, the male groups performed very well and the directors applauded them, then a certain soloist from SM entertainment or also known as Y/n is on stage.

"I'm ready!" Y/n shouted.

I watched him from the audience's seat and I am literally fawning over him. He sang his first song and he did great. All the other artists clapped at him and the director played his second song. As expected, Y/n is singing well.

Y/n is from a different country, but he exceeds all expectations from us, from learning the Korean language to working hard for his monthly examinations. He is truly a special one.

Now in his third year as a soloist, he is still growing to greatness, he sang with his soothing voice that makes my heart thump.

He finished his rehearsal and we clapped at him and he bowed. Y/n then went off the stage and he went to me. I stand up and threw myself at him.

Y/n caught me and he giggled, I snuggle at him and he carried me which made me squeal.

Y/n then talked to me and he put me down at my original seat which is beside Aeri.

"Hi oppa," Aeri smiled and waved at Y/n and he reciprocates the actions.

"You did great oppa! No doubt you will do good tomorrow!" Minjeong squealed and Y/n went to Minjeong and he ruffles her hair. Minjeong pouts and Y/n poked her cheeks.

I giggled at their interactions as they emerge to bicker.

"Nghhh, Yah Appa! Go to eomma!" Ningning groaned which made Y/n back off and went to the seat beside me.

I leaned at his shoulder and I pecked his cheeks.

"Good thing you didn't choose violence today," I said which made Y/n giggle.

"I could have chosen that, but it's Ningning, that girl is full of surprises," Y/n said and I laughed at him. Y/n smiled and he said that he will go to the restroom.

Several minutes have passed and Y/n hasn't gotten back yet. I looked at my members and I voiced my concern to them. Then we go out of the main hall and went looking for Y/n, we bumped into the NCT 127 members who is going back to finish their break. They questioned us about where are we going and I said that Y/n is still not going back despite being gone for a long time so we are going to find Y/n.

This worries the NCT members and they joined in finding him. We scattered in the venue to fasten our works to find Y/n.

Not long after, Yuta oppa and Jaehyun oppa called me that they found Y/n and they said it in a shaky voice, I immediately asked about their location and I called my other members to tell them about Y/n.

I ran to the said location and I was shocked at what I saw, Y/n is being treated by the medics and he looks like he was pretty beat up. My feet wobbled and at the right time, my members arrived. They supported me and I sobbed.

The other NCT members then came with the rest of the SM artists. Y/n's manager then came and commanded the security to lock the building down and look at the cameras to find the culprit.

The arena has a clinic and Y/n was rushed there. I went with him and the medics, they were patching him up, with bruises and a cut on his lip.

As I watch them, I stand confused and on who can do this to my Y/n?

*buzz*

I felt my phone and I see Giselle messaged me.

"Unnie! They caught the culprit! It was a known hater of Y/n dressed up like a staff, they caught the culprit now and the police are on their way,"

I'm relieved that they caught the culprit but sad too that Y/n was hurt. One of the medics went to me and told me that Y/n's body has many bruises and they believed that he suffered a concussion. I cried at what I heard but the medic says that it is not serious and can be active again in a month or two. I nodded and I left them to do their thing and I report this to the others.

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--- flashback end ---

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A few hours now passed, and Y/n was now sleeping while cuddling me, I play his hair as this was his favorite thing that I do to him.

Now he may fight that I am his baby but in real life, he is my baby, he is a softie. Also, the way he takes care of my members, he is such a father figure... A husband material for me hehehe.

I pecked him on the lips and he unconsciously hugged me tighter. I giggled at my boyfriend.

"I will take care of you, my baby," I whispered to him.

"I-I love m-my Karina," he muttered while sleeping.

I smiled and said "I love you too my Y/n"

With that, I closed my eyes and I drift off to dreamland to join him.

[couchpotatoaniki]

An Annoying Kind of Pretty

Pairing: College Rival!Jungkook x College!Reader (British college, so basically senior year in highschool--they're 18) Word count: 4k+ Tags: mega fluff, light swearing, mentions of very mild violence (banter...maybe), mentions of clowns, reader is terrified of them, honestly, just cute shit, and they're being idiots A/N: I'm in the middle of reading Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute by Talia Hibbert and this just sprung to mind soooooooo yeah

No matter how much you scrub, you can't get this darn plate clean. At this point, you're ready to smash it to pieces so you don't have to spend another second on it. But, alas, this is not your dish and therefore dish-smashing rights are revoked. A true travesty, considering how ugly the damn thing looks anyway. Society would be better off without it.

But you scrub, scrub, scr--"Are you done?" A deep voice rumbles behind you. Involuntarily, your eyes close to hide the annoyance flickering through them, lest he somehow sees through the obscured reflection of the kitchen window. This time you've spent together has taught you he's almost decent at guessing body language (almost--he's still otherwise a useless male).

Gosh, if only you could destroy the plate and take a shard to one of his annoyingly pretty brown eyes. Honestly, the fact that a man like him has such wonderful features is what you'd consider to be a crime that nature has committed.

"What does it look like?" Yeah, maybe you should relax your jaw before your teeth grind to dust. Your dentist would have a heartattack if she saw the stress they've put them under lately (she likes to talk about them like they're some separate entity, a bit odd but she's sweet and likes to rant about her cats so you can happily bare it).

"Looks like you're slacking off."

Excuse me? "Maybe I'd be more efficient if you didn't leave your dishes to grow a mini ecosystem in your kitchen. You're likely worshiped as a god by bacteria since you created them their own little world."

He rolls his eyes. This you can't see through the haze of his reflection on the slightly filthy window but you've somehow grown accustomed to his mannerisms. Like a shitty superpower.

"Don't be so dra--"

"If you dare say 'dramatic', the next thing I'll be cleaning are your insides off the floor and countertops."

His reflection raises a hand in mock surrender. "Touché. But for your information, I don't live here."

This makes you turn around, pinning him with a glare. "If you don't live here, which ogre or troll does?"

"My brother. But he's been... ah, what's the word--" he waves his hand in a circular motion with his eyes closed, only to open again at the snap of his fingers--"backpacking across mainland Europe for past three months."

A huff leaves your nose as you return to the gruelling task at hand. You're going to need a shower after this, maybe two, just to make sure you don't catch the Black Plague or some other disease that would trigger another pandemic. "Then why am I here?"

"Because you owe me, remember?"

"Yes, you--not your brother that can't even remember to put away his dishes before he goes on stupidly basic holidays."

"'Stupidly basic'?" Jungkook's frame hobbles into the corner of your eye as he mocks you with a smirk. Darn him and his unusually large (and unfortunately well sculpted) build. A disgustingly natural beauty that demands attention, but you'd rather poke your eye repeatedly than admit that to him lest his cocky smirk and big head grow more than it already has.

Yet, you can't help a glance in his direction. Props to you though, your face managed to not betray your soul and remained in it's usual disinterested state.

"If I had a penny for every time I've heard someone backpacking across Europe, I'd be so rich I wouldn't have to pay you back with my services."

"Considering you sprained my wrist and my ankle, I'd request both payment in money and services."

The thought of the Incidents sent and involuntary shudder down your spine. About two weeks ago, you were minding your own business in the library, one thing led to another and long story short, you accidently pushed the usually well-balanced hulking man onto the hardwood floor and his hand landed at a funky angle. Less than 72 hours had passed and various shenanigans ensued involving 12 glue sticks, streamers, a helium tank, and an unwanted clown roaming the gymnasium which led to his second trip to Accident and Emergency.

In all fairness, he shouldn't have even been there helping to set up the farewell assembly for the final years in the first place. His fault, really, but he wouldn't hear of it since you did crash into him as you were running away from a definite (maybe) psycho killer.

"How many times do I have to apologise," you huff.

His finger taps his chin in mock thought. "Preferably forever, seeing as though I am having to limit my activities while it's the summer holidays before we go off to uni. But I suppose having you as my little servant until I get better is decent enough."

You send him another glare before carrying on. Almost spotless, this dish. "This is abuse of power."

He raised his cast as well as a deadpanned expression onto his face. "And this was just regular abuse."

"It was self-defence."

"Against me or the very innocent clown you claimed was 'chasing' you?"

"Both. And he was chasing me. I was terrified."

"Remind me when your birthday is?"

"Why?"

"No particular reason. Certainly not a clown-related one for retaliation. None whatsoever."

Your head turns so quickly to him that it almost gives you whiplash. "You dare."

"We'll just have to see."

Huffing, you finish up the last of the dishes, with Jungkook sat on the countertop beside yours (with a bit of difficulty). Guilt begins to bleed out of your heart and pool into a warmth in your cheeks as you once more mumble an apology to him, the dishes suddenly looking more appealing for your eyes to land on. "I... I really am sorry, though."

He sighs--as he usually does when you once more feel horrible about the state he is in and try to voice it. "Stop that."

For the millionth time, you purse your lips, ready to let a few beats of silence pass before you could say something to return it back to that annoyingly fun hateful banter than the heavy and suffocating air that follows an apology. Jungkook, however, did not care for your mental plans (you don't really think he cares about much of anything besides his grades, friends, and snacks like a typical man).

"Can I... admit something to you? So, like, Truce?"

"...Truce." You reach out for a cloth to wipe anything left on the countertop, but ears keenly remained on him.

"I'm kinda... glad you fucked up my arm." You send him an incredulous look, to which he blurts in response, "don't get me wrong, it hurts like shit and I'm no masochist, but having you here doing my bidding--" his lips quirked at the sight of you murderous glare, "--and keeping me company is... nice."

"...'Nice'." The word feels funny to your ears as you hear it, and even funnier when you speak it.

"Yes, nice." His feet swing a little, his head hanging a little sheepishly. "My friends are cool and all, but you're, like, really fun to piss off." Okay, you might actually end up killing him. "And we don't really hang out all that often during the holidays. Plus, you've got a different vibe to you that I think is... nice--" There's that fucking word again, how on earth did he get higher marks than you in English? "--and my parents work a lot regardless so having you as company is, I suppose, ni--"

"Get a grip, dude." Your eyes roll by themselves. "You're rambling."

His lips pout and his cheeks puff to make a ridiculous (yet adorable) face of a child being lightly scolded for no reason. "You said Truce."

"I'm hearing you out, aren't I?"

"Yeah, but you're still being mean."

"Boo-hoo." He look up at you and his narrowed eyes make you retract your statement. "I mean, sorry. Carry on."

"That's it."

"What's 'it'?"

"The thing I wanted to tell you."

"What thing?"

"You know...the thing."

"You spewed a lot of crap in that short frame of time, I truly have no idea what you're talking about."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed once more, this time in suspicion. "You know exactly what I mean."

"No I don't." It's pitiful to say that your face is losing the battle to keep your smile away, which ultimately makes him gasp and point accusingly towards you.

"Yes, you do, you egg."

"Going for the Shakespearean insults? Wow, I must've really ticked you off," you laugh.

Lucky for you, the nearest thing to him was an almost-finished kitchen roll, otherwise he would've landed you in A&E too from his well-aimed throw to your forearm.

"I'm trying to be sincere." His voice is at that whiney pitch he uses when he's frustrated but not enough to care about it. He tends to only use it around his friends, but the more hellish (a potential exaggeration) time you spend with each other, the easier it slips out of him.

"Stop saying 'nice' like someone's pulling it out of your arse and not in a fun way."

"Well, what else am I supposed to say?! That I think your wonderful and funny and interesting and I like it when we spend time together!"

You try not to let the admission show up in your expression, not when it's making your heart race a mile a minute. "I mean, yeah. Don't stop on my account, keep telling me how you think I'm the most amazing person on the planet and you worship the ground I walk on, please."

He rolls his eyes and smiles in that adorable shy why which tells you that he knows exactly what you're trying to do and appreciates the way you relieve the tension. "Jesus, even when you take the piss out of me you still say 'please' in a way that makes me want to..." he trails off, then sighs. "Nevermind, ignore me."

Oh no, you're not going to let it go that easily. "Hard to do when your pig-headed ego takes up half the room." You take your gloves off--making a mental note to burn them in the incinerator for all they've had to deal with today (it's a mercy, really)--and turn towards him to give your full undivided attention. As if that would make it any easier for him to speak. "Go on, please."

He rolls his eyes again, trying even harder to hide his smile but it's fails just as easily. "Stop it."

"Stop what? Could you tell me, please?" Your head cocks to the side and your eyes challenge him in a teasing sort of way.

"God fucking damnit, Y/N. I don't know how I'm going to survive uni with you," he laughs, but the way he looks back at you feels a little too fond.

It takes a second to process what he just said. "Um, what?"

"What?"

"You said... wait, are we going to the same uni?!"

"Um, yeah? We got into the same uni."

Shock takes ever your expression for a moment. "You remember which uni I applied to?"

He looks at you incredulously. "Yeah, of course I remember. And don't be so damn humble about your exam results, I know for a fact we're both getting in."

You take a second to find a response in your head, which seems momentarily empty except for that one phrase 'of course I remember.' "Well, that's beside the point." Jungkook raises a brow at you, not buying it but willing to shelf the matter for now. "What did you mean by all that earlier?"

He looks down, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "I have no idea what you mean."

"No no, you can't get out of it that easily."

"I think I can."

You take a few steps to his side and try to perch yourself up on the side of the counter next to him. He doesn't say anything as he helps you up with his good hand wrapped around your waist--and neither do you in case the combustion of heat in your body will expel flames out of your mouth the second you open it, right for your rival to see. "You're infuriating, you know that right?"

"Really? Haven't heard you say it before."

"Shut up," you chuckle, lightly shoving his shoulder with your own.

"Never. I know how much you love my snark, even if you don't admit it," he grins in return, looking at you in a way that makes your insides turn and twist. God you didn't think you could hate his stupid face even more than you do now (or something like that).

Then there comes a moment where everything went still. You think it's slightly unfair that this boy is able to bend people to his will with his looks and charm, and now apparently he can bend time too. Okay, maybe in this instance it doesn't feel as bad because you strangely don't mind having time suspended when he's there with you.

Those brown eyes flicker down to your lips so quickly you wouldn't have caught it had you not been intently gazing at him too. Rushes of heat fill every inch of your body, and to be honest, you don't know how to respond to it.

Times like these are few between you two, mostly because most of your interactions happen where there's a number of people around. But when it's just the two of you...

It feels slightly dangerous, but in a warm, comforting way that's so addictive you get a little scared of how much you don't want it to end. And also how his lips don't look as repulsive to press your own again as much as they usually do.

Damn him and his witchery.

"Anything else you want me to do?"

He raises a brow. "I want you to do a lot of things, you're gonna have to be more specific."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "I mean, any cleaning up you needed me to do for your unhygienic brother?"

"Ah... no. The dishes were the main thing."

"Okay..." Silence stretches around the two of you until you find enough boldness within you to break it. "What were the other things?"

"What other things?"

"That you wanted me to do."

"Uh, I think you might fracture my balls too if I said them."

"Coward."

The corner of his lips curve. "There's a fine line between bravery and stupidity."

"Wow, I didn't think you knew it existed since you tend to cross it a lot."

"Har har," he deadpans, making you smile.

Your hands run over your thighs, a nervous tick you have that you have no doubt he's clocked onto by the way his good hand reaches out to squeeze one of them gently. Your hand, that is, though a corner of your traitorous mind that's steadily becoming louder over the past couple of weeks the longer you spend time with him thinks that maybe it wouldn't be so bad if it was your thigh instead. It's certainly big enough and you've seen the way he handles modelling clay for his art homework. There's no doubt he'd be able to relieve the tension of the muscles there. Or anywhere else--ah, no. Nope. Absolutely not.

"Sometimes I kinda kick myself for doing this deal with you." At your quizzical look, he clears his throat. "Makes it harder to ignore you when you're right with me for a good chunk of the day."

"You couldn't ignore me even if you tried."

He snorts. "Tired and proven."

Your brows scrunch, though your heart still beats against your chest. "What, really? You've tried to ignore me? Damn. Here I was hoping it would've worked out."

"Oh, I tried a few years ago, I think? Closer to when we first met. But unfortunately, you're hard to ignore."

Mockingly, you straighten you back and lift your head up. "Given how perfect I am, smarts and looks and all."

His smile is a bit weaker this time. "Yeah... Practically impossible to keep my mind off you."

Silence flows once more for a moment or two and you realise his hands is still wrapped around yours. "You know I tried too...in the beginning. Unfortunately, that didn't last long either."

His brow quicks. "Given how perfect I am, smarts and looks and all?"

"The opposite, actually. You were too dumb and ugly not to. Out of pity, really." From your teasing expression, he knows that he was right.

"Riiiiight, 'pity'. We'll go for that blatant lie if you want to save face."

"I have no idea what you mean."

"I think you do."

"I think I don't."

You don't realise until now how close your faces have gotten, able to feel the soft gentle breaths against your lips from his. It feels so difficult to maintain the distance but even more so to move closer to further.

"When you asked me what I meant by all that... ask me again."

"What?"

"Ask me what I meant by everything I said before."

You've been sensing this coming for a while now, longer than whatever time you've spent together in his brother's now-clean kitchen (thanks to you). Like the sky is falling, but you can't seem to look away from it.

"What did you mean?"

Jungkook's tongue peeks out to run along his bottom lip. "I meant that I... I think you're amazing, potentially out of my league--"

"--definitely out of your league--" Definitely what you would consider a lie because look at him and his social skills and his grades and passion and whatnot.

"--and so damn sweet and kind."

"Did you not just hear me call myself out of your league? Or pay attention to most of our conversations in general."

He sends a questioning look to you, as if he can see through your bullshit. "I think we both know you don't think that--for some stupid reason, because you actually are out of my league."

"Don't be humble, it doesn't suit you."

"I'm not. Just truthful. And the truth is, I find it hard to be around you and not fall for you. I see the person you are when you let your guard down with people you care about and how annoyingly well you follow that moral compass of yours even if you use fancy mean words to distract everyone else."

You snort. "If only you heard my thoughts about you while I was doing the dishes. Maiming was not off the list."

He tried to bite back a laugh. "Given the condition of those dishes, I would give you a free pass for homicide."

"Good thing your teen boy-genes haven't totally overtaken your common sense of hygiene."

"I think we can both agree we're growing out of the 'teen' bit of our lives."

"Nope," you deny quickly, waving your hand out as if to undo what he just said. "I'd like to stick my head in the sand and forget about how quickly life is moving into adulthood until it hits me like a train--"

"--or a clown--"

"--thank you very much," you end tightly, sending him a light-hearted glare.

"As I was saying," he continues, amusement lighting up his face, "it's hard not to want to kiss you at times."

"Even when I'm mouthing off to you?"

"Especially when you're mouthing off."

Even though you were expecting it, it takes a minute to process. "Oh."

"Yes, 'ohhhhh'," he mocks, nudging you with a teasing smirk.

"That must've been annoying in class then."

"Very," he nods solemnly. "There were times I wanted to throw caution to the wind and traumatise everyone."

"From the shit some of my friends say, I don't think people would be that shocked if you'd kiss me."

"Huh, maybe you're not as airheaded as you make yourself out to be."

"Rude," you mumble. "I pay attention. I just tend to...second guess."

"I think my feelings for you were a bit obvious. I mean, I think I could've survived without having you be at my beck and call this summer but I said yes anyway."

"Manipulative bastard."

"Anything for you," he sends a cheesy grin your way, making you laugh at the sudden and very inconvenient butterflies fluttering about in your stomach.

"'Anything'?"

"Okay, from that tone, I can tell you're imagining something horrifying so let me change that to 'anything within reason'."

"Coward."

"You are slightly terrifying."

"Why, thank you," you smile, and he smiles too with that buttery warm look of fondness again before he leans in slowly, giving you enough time to move away. But when you don't, he pressed his lips against yours and fucking hell it's the softest thing you've ever felt.

You don't know how long it takes for the kiss to break but even breathless you still miss the warm softness against your mouth. And apparently he felt the same because it takes very little time for him to capture your lips again, untangling his hand from yours to cup the side of your jaw, keeping you in place--not like it was possible for you to leave his addictive taste anyway, it might take dark magic for that to happen.

Maybe something even more potent, when his tongue slips its way past your lips and you find that he's stolen every single thought that occupied your mind. Again, time slips away until you're lungs are burning from the lack of air and you both pull away--though not too far from one another.

"So," he says breathless.

"So," you repeat in the same manner, mind still a little fuzzy.

"That was... something."

"Good something or bad something?"

"I don't think 'good' is a strong enough word I want to use." You hum in agreement, and reluctantly pull a little further away, his hand dropping back down onto yours. He looks at you curiously. "So..."

"So..."

"Would I be too soon if I asked you to take pity on a poor simp like me and be mine?"

"Hmmm," you hum in thought. "Given your performance, I'm inclined to accept."

"I can upgrade you from being my reluctant servant to my reluctant lover." He wiggles his borrows and you groan.

"With a romantic declaration like that, I find it hard not to accept," you deadpan, before sighing and leaning against his shoulder. You want to bottle up that sound up and listen to it until you get sick of it--which you have a sneaking suspicion is about as likely as the sun imploding in your lifetime.

"Would you let me continue to wreak havoc on your life?"

"Naturally."

"Then yes. I accept." He raises a brow expectantly and you clock on to what he's waiting for. "I'm not saying it."

"Say it."

"No."

"Please?"

"I take back my answer."

"No backsies."

"What, are you five years old or something?"

"Just say it! Say you'll be my lover."

"If you manage to make this relationship last for 50 years, then I will."

He huffs, leaning his head on top of yours, fingers linking with yours. "I suppose I can agree with that. I'll keep a note of it in my calendar."

"How unusually organised of you."

"Like I said, I'd do anything for you."

"Within reason, of course."

"Of course. Doesn't need to be logical reason, just reason."

"Good to know. Now, let's get out of your brother's place. I feel all the germs crawling all over me and need an extra hot shower--maybe two--to feel even remotely clean after that ordeal."

He laughs as he pressed a kiss on top of your head. "Yeah, okay, we can do that. Though I hoped you reminded me before I kissed you."

"You just did again after I told you, dumbass."

"In my defence, I did tell you it was hard not to. If I die of some unknown disease, I blame on you." You roll your eyes with a smile as the two of you hop off the counter and make your way out, hands still clasped together.

[darkbluekies]

Silas asks #3

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: a little nswf indication, death, indication of suicide, torture,

— ☁️ SILAS AND HEDWIG...! i also thought of them 😌 yanderes that are ruthless to everyone but has a soft side for their darling >>> silas reminds me of a huge teddy bear tbh 😓 he's probably so touchy if only you allow him to. grrr... the thought of sitting on his lap and snuzzling on his chest 😡

Omg yes he does :(( He's so addicted to you, never keeping his hands to himself. He doesn't care if it's only holding your hand or making you his, he loves to be close. Sitting on his lap and cuddling into his chest would be the death of him. Oh, he'd love it so much :((

— Y'know the urge to draw silas is cat ears is something brewing maybe even adding hedwig and jerry (small chance for dr.kry but its still there) to the list who knows not sure to go with my demons or nah

NO. SHOO. LEAVE. NO KITTY EARS ON SILAS

— How would Silas feel about a motherly type of darling? When he comes home from missions injured she absolutely insists on attending his wounds. And when he's sick, she takes care of him, nursing him back to health. She can't just stand by and watch someone else suffer after all!

He'd love it so much! He'd fall for you so badly. If you had any chance to escape before, now there's none. He'll watch over you like a hawk. He knows he doesn't deserve a kind soul like you, but he's so selfish that he'll keep you for himself.

"Thank you so much, baby, but, ouch, you shouldn't ... shouldn't do this. You shouldn't patch me up. I know you want to take care of me, but that's my job! I should take care of you, baby. Not the other way around. But ... thank you so much ... I love you."

— I just read your peice about attempting to escape Silas, and AHHHH Silas REALLY pisses me off!!!.......... And that's how you know you have a very well written villain!!! I thoroughly enjoyed reading that, and can't wait to read more in the future! Keep up the good work (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆~🥀

haha thank you so much!! there will be more of Silas stupid behaviour in the future, don't you worry!

— What would happen if reader died or became seriously ill after Silas puts them in the basement for a while?

He'll be so sad and regret everything he's ever done. If you survive, he'll be much, much more careful. He'll never do that again. He nearly lost you! Silas can't imagine a life without you.

But if you died ... he'd break apart.

— Gosh seeing how Silas reacted to darling being sick. But like when it comes to me. I can alread imagine how he would be. Cause my immune system sicks I get sick easily...Then there's the fact that I'm clumsy af, I always have random bruises or cuts and don't notice them until I'm in the bath.

Silas would be in constant stress, my friend. You'd give him a heart attack.

— When Silas says he's gonna torture us as punishment at the end of "You Can't Hide From Me" What kind of torture? Like physical, psychological, etc?

I wanted to leave that up to the readers interpretation, but I thought maybe some kind of psychological. When he says that he'll make them know only him, he'll break them down until they don't remember anything but him. He'll destroy them.

— Oh, I’m going to torture you. Badly. What did Silas do to us?

...next question.

— What is Silas’ body count?

Let's say around ten. He's been out and about, tried different things here and there, but nowadays, he only wants you. And he makes sure you know that with how far beyond he'll take you :]

— How many people has Silas killed?

Maybe around thirty? He does half the dirty work himself and half he sends out his men to do.

[guqwrvte]

make it three | one

⨽ summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.

⨽ pairing: vminkook x reader

⨽ genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)

⨽ warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, tipsy reader, strong language, and i think that's it?

⨽ word count: 2,5k

"I can't wait for this lecture to just end," You grumbled, staring at the clock on the wall.

Minus the twenty-minute break you received earlier, you had been in this lecture for three hours.

"Tell me about it." Yeonjun let out a sigh, sinking into his seat. "I'm lowkey regretting taking Crimonoly as one of my majors. I never knew Criminal Law would be so boring."

"I don't think the course is boring… I think it's the professor," you whispered.

"Alright, that's all for today, students. Please remember to submit your assignment by the end of next month. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask me," Your Professor said, and you let out a sigh of relief, muttering a soft finally. "See you all on Wednesday."

"I think it's the fact that we have this lecture on a Monday morning that makes this course so dreadful," your friend said, getting up from his seat, and you couldn't agree more.

"It's also because it's fucking three hours long." You mumbled, packing away your notebook. "I don't know how someone can speak in a monotone voice for three hours."

"If the man had more energy when he spoke, I'd probably be awake for most of his lectures," he chuckled. "When's your next lecture?"

"Uh, it looks like I have Ethics next, at four, so I have two hours of chilling around campus," you told him.

"Aw, I have Sociology, and it's an hour," he grumbled. "Gosh, I hate Mondays." You chuckled, throwing your arm over his shoulder, bringing him into a playful headlock.

"We still have time to chill," you said, ruffling his hair. "Do you wanna go to the cafeteria? I think Yuna is done with her Cinematography lecture."

"If you don't let go of me, I'm going to throw you off," he cursed.

You only kept him in the same position walking out of the hall with a cheeky grin. Yeonjun suddenly placed his arms around your waist, beginning to tickle your sides.

You exclaimed in shock before erupting in giggles. "Stop!" You whined, trying to free yourself from his hold.

"Did you remove me from your stupid headlock?" You couldn't answer. Not while he was tickling you.

"Stop! You're going to draw unnecessary attention!" your friend finally stopped, glaring at you.

"Be glad I don't want to be seen as someone who harrases girls." You stuck your tongue out at him before skipping to the cafeteria.\

"How was Cinematography?" You asked Yuna, your other best friend, and she shrugged.

"It was alright. I don't really have a problem with it." She said, causing Yeonjun to dramatically sigh.

"Imagine not having a problem with your morning lectures? Could never be us."

"I'm guessing Criminal Law is showing you guys flames?" She asked, and you hummed in response. "You willingly chose to study Criminology."

You sighed before turning to Yeonjun. "Junnie, please feed me," you sang, pointing to the plate of chips in his tray.

He playfully rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around your shoulder before bringing your body close to his. "Here you go, you big baby," he said, stuffing a few chips into your mouth.

"Gosh, I feel like I'm third-wheeling," Yuna commented, looking at the two of you with a grossed-out expression. "I sometimes even forget that Yeonjun has his soulmate."

"What do you mean? y/n and I are soulmates! Not romantically, but platonically? One thousand per cent. I love this little shit with all my heart."

"Do you love me enough to leave Mingyu for me?" You playfully asked, and the male sent you a glare. "Know your place."

You and Yuna burst out laughing. "I think I should start helping you find your soulmates. If I don't… you'll eventually take me away from mine."

"Yeah, as if finding one is an easy task. Now I have to look for three," you muttered.

"Damn, sometimes I forget that you're supposed to be part of a soulmate cluster," Yuna whispered.

"I wish I could forget sometimes, but I can't. Not when I see my soulmates' initials on my shoulder daily," you whispered.

Soulmates.

Ever since your twenty-first, you dreaded the topic of soulmates. All excitement you could have possibly had of meeting your soulmate died the second you saw your shoulder.

And that was three years ago.

Finding your soulmates was a difficult task. The only thing that could help you find them was their names engraved on your shoulder. And because you had three soulmates, you had it three times harder. You had no idea where to start looking.

It's hard enough finding your soulmate when it's one person. And now you're supposed to look for three. It would've been easier if their names were written with their last, but no. The universe only gave you their first names.

"You know, if you put some effort into finding them, maybe you would've found one of them by now," Yeonjun suggested.

"And what effort do you think I'm supposed to put in when all I have is their names? I can't go and ask people for their names, and I definitely can't type them into a google search bar. For all I know, they could be commoners just like me."

"Maybe you should go out more. Like, meet new people? That's one way you can try to find them," Yuna suggested, and you groaned.

"And how do you think I'd meet people? You know my social skills are almost non-existent," you huffed, crossing your arms. "You two and Mingyu are the only friends I have!"

"How about this? Yeonjun and I will take you out tonight!" She said.

"Out?" You asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah! We'll take you out! Out to a place where you can easily meet new people!" Yeonjun.

"I should've known these two were taking me to a club," you grumbled as Yuna dragged you to the entrance. "Why did you have to choose a club?" You asked with a raised voice.

If you could barely hear your voice while being on the outside, you guessed it would be 5 times worse on the inside.

"Because you can easily and accidentally make physical contact with anyone here!" Yeonjun said. "Anyone could find their soulmate simply by bumping hands as you make it through the crowd."

"Now, that's enough talking. Let's go inside already!" Yuna said before taking your and Yeonjun's hands and dragging you inside.

"I hate you guys!" You shouted when you saw the number of people in the room. "You know I hate crowded places!"

You hated going to places like this. You couldn't stand being in a closed space smelling of alcohol and full of drunk people rubbing against each other. You cringed as you tried to squeeze your way through the crowd of people.

"There's Mingyu!" Yeonjun said when he saw his soulmate sitting at the bar. "Mingyu, my love!"

"Hey, guys," Mingyu greeted before embracing his boyfriend.

"How could you let them bring me here, Mingyu?" You whined, sitting on the barstool next to him.

"You should let them help you," Mingyu chuckled. "Though, I don't think a club was the greatest place to start… it's still a start!"

"Exactly. Live a little, y/n. How else do you think you'll find your soulmates when all you do is stay cooped up in your apartment. I swear you only leave your house for school and food," Yuna said.

"Anyway, we're going to leave you alone now," Yeonjun said, causing your eyes to widen.

"What do you mean?"

"We brought you here to socialise and meet new people, remember?" He asked.

"Look, if we stay here and keep talking to you, there's no way you're going to try and talk to anybody else," Yuna told you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "The whole point is for you to interact with new people, y/n. With us around, you're definitely not going to do that."

You looked at Mingyu with pleading eyes, hoping he'd offer to stay with you, but he just shrugged. "These two know you better than I do. Sorry, y/n."

"Don't worry too much, y/n! I'm sure you'll make a lot of new friends!" Yeonjun winked before grabbing his soulmate's hand and dragging him to the dance floor.

You watched as your friends disappeared into the crowd of dancing people with your mouth agape.

"You have a pretty interesting bunch of friends," the bartender said, and you huffed. "Tell me about it."

You quietly sat by yourself with a glass of pina colada in your hand as you watched the crowd jump and dance as they sang the lyrics to the song blasting through the speakers.

It seemed like everyone here was having a good time except you.

You had a few people come up to you for some small talk, but it didn't take time before they ended the conversation and danced away.

"You don't seem to be having much of a good time," a voice said, startling you.

The masked male quickly backed away from you, raising his hands in defence. "Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" He apologised with his voice raised now that he had put some distance between you two.

"It's okay!" You said, gesturing to the stool beside you. "You can sit next to me!"

"Can I?" He asked, and you nodded. "My name's Jimin! Park Jimin!"

"Jimin?" You asked as he sat next to you.

"Yeah. Jimin."

"Nice to meet you, Jimin. I'm y/n. _ y/n."

Although you didn't expect this conversation to last, it did.

You guys talked a lot, and the topic seemed to change every few minutes. Something about Jimin made you want to know more about him.

Throughout the entire time you two spoke, Jimin kept his mask up and beanie down, allowing you to only see his eyes.

As he talked about his recent visit to the beach, you took the time to notice how his entire appearance was mysterious. He was dressed in all black. His jacket? Black. His t-shirt? Black. His baggy jeans? Black. His boots? Black. Everything except his hair was black.

His hair was a dark blue, something you wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for the white lights coming from the bar.

"What do you do for a living?" He asked, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. "Are you a student, or are you working?"

"Oh, I'm still a student. I major in Criminology."

"Really? That's interesting. What made you decide to choose Criminology?"

"Uh, to be honest… I don't really know. Maybe it's because I grew up watching a lot of true crime. In the mind of serial killer kind of stuff," you hadn't really thought about it. "Anyway, what about you?"

"I, um, make music," he told you, and your eyes widened. "I guess you could say I dance too."

"Really?" You asked, and he hummed in response. "You make music?"

"Yeah. Uh… I make music with my friends."

"That's really cool! What genre?"

He brought his hand to scratch his nape as he shrugged. "We started as a hip-hop group, but now it's a bit of almost everything."

"Woah," you whispered. "Do you think I could listen to one of your guys' songs?" You asked.

"Actually, you've probably heard one of them playing in a store or something," your eyes widened again, and your mouth slightly fell open.

"I'm assuming you're famous? You could lie to me, and I'd believe you. I don't keep up with trending artists these days. But you could be right. There must be a reason you look like you're dressed as a spy unless that's your usual style? Oh my god, I'm sorry for rambling. I think the alcohol is getting to me. I need to stop drinking."

Jimin laughed at your behaviour. "Are you usually like this?"

You shook your head, pushing the glass away from you. "No, not at all. It's the alcohol. One hundred per cent." Jimin let out another laugh.

"Anyway, let me answer your questions. I guess you could say we're famous. And no, this isn't really my usual style. I just needed something dark for tonight."

"Ooh. That makes sense. Kind of? I don't know." Jimin couldn't help but chuckle.

In his eyes, you were funny and cute. Whoever was your soulmate must've been lucky.

"Have you found your soulmate?" He asked. The topic surrounding soulmates hadn't been brought up until now.

"Nope, that's the main reason why I'm here tonight. To meet some new people and maybe find my soulmate or one of my soulmates, to be exact."

"You're looking for your soulmate at a club?" You nodded.

"I'm not a club/party girl. My friends thought bringing me here would be a good idea. Apparently, it's the perfect place to meet new people."

"Are you supposed to be part of a cluster? You mentioned how you were looking for one of your soulmates." Jimin asked, and you nodded.

His eyes widened. "No way! Me too!"

"You're part of a cluster too!? Have you found any of your soulmates?" You asked, and he hummed.

"I've found three of the four. Still looking for our missing piece," Jimin sighed, and you couldn't help but sigh too.

"You're so lucky to have found some of them. I haven't found any of my soulmates."

"I'm only lucky because they're in my group. So I found out about their birthdays. The last one, however… I did say we're still trying to find them."

"That is really lucky. I-" Jimin raised his hand, signalling you to stop talking before pulling his phone out of his pocket and bringing it to his ear.

"Hey, love. Really? Okay, I'll leave now. I'm going to say bye to my friend first," his eyes glanced at you at the mention of a friend.

While Jimin talked on the phone, your eyes wandered around, hoping to spot one of your friends. It sounded like he was about to leave, and you didn't want to sit alone and talk to the bartender.

"Yeah, I made a friend. And yes, she seems nice. Really nice, actually. I'll talk to you at home. Love you, bye."

"Sorry about that. That was one of my soulmates. Looks like I need to go," Jimin apologised once he got off the phone.

You couldn't help but feel a little sad that your time with him was over. Something in you wanted to get to know him more. But he was apparently famous. So you weren't sure if he would even be able to?

"It's okay. I had fun talking to you!" You smiled.

"I had fun talking to you too, y/n. Uh, can I get your number before I leave? I'd love to talk to you again," Jimin asked, extending his hand with the phone.

You almost dropped his phone from the sudden shock in your body when your fingers brushed together.

"Oh my gosh," Jimin whispered, looking at his hand with wide eyes before looking at you. "I guess your friends were right. The club is the perfect place to look for your soulmate."

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[mermaidsirennikita]

Hi, first of all, I'm a huge fan, you're blog is like the only reason I still open the Tumblr app sometimes

I was wondering if you had any historical recs for enemies to lovers where the guy actually likes her from the beginning? Basically, I'm just craving a hero who Pines™️ but fronts really hard about being unaffected but just comes off somewhat pathetic?? This sounds psychopathic but there's just something about a man in emotional painnnn esp if the chick's a little flighty/belligerent

(This craving brought to you by the excellent How to End A Love Story by Yulin Kuang btw)

Much thankssss

Oh my gosh, thank you! I'm so glad I can entertain lol

Also, I LOVED How to End a Love Story, I'm basically forcing my friends into a makeshift book club over it lol

And that's definitely not pyschopathic, I love emotional pain from heroes especially. Let the men weep!!

Okay so, if you're in the mood for something lighter, The Wrong Marquess by Vivienne Lorret could be a good bet! The hero and heroine do snipe at each other at the beginning, but he fairly quickly realizes that he's actually REALLY into her and tries to act unaffected lol. He's her new friend's big brother and he thinks she's a bad influence, while she's on the verge of spinsterhood while her childhood friend, who basically said he'd marry her someday, continues to sow his wild oats.

This is one of those where I vividly remember a scene, in this case a moment when the hero is watching her eat ice cream and wants to lick her bowl (not a euphemism) after she's done because of the indirect contact with her lips lmao

Of course, The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe is ICONICALLY this. You've probably read it, but this is the last book in the series (it's technically a standalone, though I'd recommend all--and if you wanna read all, there is a really great buildup to these two). Nellie and Lockwood clearly dislike each other a LOT, and he courts her friends in the previous books because he's a cash poor duke who needs to marry a rich American heiress. Nellie is an American heiress, but she's new money and runs rather wild and tells all her friends not to talk to him.

And it turns out... It's because.... they had a bit of a Moment before the events of the series started... And neither of them, ESPECIALLY him is over it. He falls really hard, but the beginning scenes when he's desperately trying to maintain his bite with her (before he literally bites her tits during sex) are soooo good.

A Daring Pursuit by Kate Bateman is a good bet for this one! The hero and heroine are from warring families (like, not literally at war, but they hate each other on a less intense level) and he especially is clearly SO into her. But they snark and snipe... all the way into a physical relationship wherein he just HAS to teach her how good sex can be, right? She needs to know. It's Important.

Also, he takes her from behind in the woods at one point, and there is a bear.

The Duke Who Loved Me by Lydia Lloyd is a really fun take on this. Again, warring families because of a scandal that happened decades ago. The hero and heroine meet at a party and have a Moment before they realize who one another is. Years later, they meet because his father's will stipulates that he has to deliver like... an inheritance of sorts... to this woman from his father's past in order to inherit properly and ensure Other Big Plot Things. The heroine is the mysterious woman's niece, so they set off to find her together. He's SOOO into her, and SOOOO fucked up about it. And their attraction to each other is iNTENSE. Like, he has to just leave the room and jerk it at one point lmao

Sarah MacLean loves this. A Rogue By Any Other Name has a hero who tricks his childhood friend into marry him, which means she hates his ass, and he acts like he doesn't give a fuck but is also like "my soul just left my body" after they have sex for the first time lmao.

If you haven't read Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath lol... One thing Jack is slamming the door in Olivia's face... The next he's carrying her to bed and caressing a lock of hair out of her face.... Not that he wants her to know!

It Happened One Autumn by Lisa Kleypas, OF COURSE. I also feel like Married by Morning has this, but especially if you read the Hathaways in order. The heroine (Catherine, a governess) is introduced in book 2, and she has a super combative relationship with Leo (the hero, her boss). He's constantly teasing her, getting under her skin, acting like She's The Worst. Until he starts wondering what she would look like in JUST her glasses.

I'd also recommend trying The Duke in Question by Amalie Howard for this. The hero is friends with the heroine's brother, and they have this cat and mouse thing (and end up having sex with her bent over and braced against a tree for her first time... to be fair she was into it and he didn't know).

[amariaamaris]

Of Spite and Planned Assassinations (Chapter 1)

Oh my gosh, this took me way, way to long to update/add more. Spring finals felt like they came out of nowhere and my summer class piggy-backed onto the tail end of spring. Anyway, for anyone interested this is my wip about Mace Windu being yeeted back in time by the force with zero explanation. I'm also going to be posting on AO3, so after this post - if I remember - I'll be posting chapter updates with a link and a quick little preview. Anyway, that being said here is the whole of chapter 1: Of Ire and Lifedebts.

Mace Windu has two hands.

Two hands that are actively shaking from the after effects of sith lightning.

He’s not on Coruscant… He's not on Coruscant.

Instead, Mace Windu, The Master of the Jedi Order is in the middle of a forest and he has no clue what planet he’s on. He would also appreciate it if his head would stop throbbing as spikes of pain splinter through his brain.

Mace finally, shakily pulls himself to a standing position and slowly takes in his surroundings. Trying to get a better grasp as to where he is and where he should start walking to find some civilization.

He reaches out to the force with a question pressing, projecting outward and junts off his pain, fear, and worry out into the force. All he gets back as an answer is a distinct feeling of amusement and comfort. Much like the creche masters would give an amused and indulgent smile and a slightly humiliating pat on the head to initiates with silly fears. As they are cheerfully reassured that it ‘passes with time’.

An annoyed huff escapes him, “If you don’t wish to give me any answers, can you at least point me to where I need to go?” the force lightly giggles in response and wraps around him with loving warmth. Then in the next moment it pulls away and starts tugging him in a random direction.

He follows, what else is he supposed to do?

Mace gets all of ten steps and a vicious electric aftereffect of the lightning tears through him. Lighting up his nerve endings with harsh, zapping pinpricks and debilitating him to the point that Mace has to tightly grip onto one of the trees.

Mace finally gets back enough wherewithal to feel the force wrap around him, cushioning and supporting him. He forcefully blinks his eyes, willing the black specks out of his vision as he slowly lets go of his grip on the tree. The force lightly brushes against him with a silent apology, he sends back his acceptance and the sense that there is nothing to forgive.

Tuning back into his physical body senses as he starts moving and equally relying on his force senses, very quickly informs Mace that there is a blaster fight happening. In fact, it sounds like a full-blown battle. He pauses upon hearing something massive and slow moving making its way towards the battle. The force continues to insistently tug at him wanting him to go-change-save him-new beginnings-trust. Mace very quickly gets a move on, not feeling in the mood to have the force literally pull him off of his feet in its desperation to get him moving. 

What he comes upon is quite frankly a muddy, chaotically confusing, ruthlessly violent bloodbath. An intense battle between two different mandalorian groups, one in blue and silver and the other group in a myriad of different colors. The force almost violently tugs him towards the group with different colors.

The very group that is clearly pinned down and quickly losing the battle. A soul-deep and exasperated sigh leaves him - he pushes his ire away into a box labeled LATER - as he quickly starts mentally pulling up battle plans to change the tide. It takes him all of a minute to come up with and scrap thirty different plans. Due to him forgetting that Commander Ponds and Lightning Squadron aren’t with him. Until he finally gets to a plan that will work… potentially. It certainly won’t make the mandalorian side's situation he’s wanting to help any worse.

He takes a moment to breathe and pull on the still peace and calm of an untouched lake as he grips his lightsaber. Time seems to freeze as he moves.

From one breath to the next he’s across the battlefield and taking out the massive ion tank before it can even get a shot off. Mace springboards off the tank right up to where a handful of the blue and silver mandalorians are using their jetpacks to try and get a better vantage point.

In a single smooth move, Mace slices through one of the jetpacks and he grapples midair with a different mandalorian. He slams his hand down on the jetpack, ignoring how the heat of it burns his skin and reaches with the force and crumples the mechanism. Then he’s letting go, slamming his foot into the mando’s chest and launching himself at the next one. Force pushing the previous mando into a different one and smoothly turning his attention to the one he’s collided with as other two plummet to the ground.

Sharp pain blooms on his right side where the mando has stabbed him with a vibroblade. Mace impatiently punts the feeling off into the force as he twists and in a clean move relieves the mando of their head. He gets himself space as he rapidly falls towards the hard ground and very roughly slows and catches himself with the force. Carefully holding the side with the blade still lodged within it.

He senses the mandalorians he’s actively helping finally gain ground and reach his position. Everything quickly becomes a blur after that, dodging, parrying, redirecting blaster bolts and slugshots that would have either severely damaged or killed both him and the mandalorians. Then from one moment to the next, the force screams out in his still throbbing head. Mace moves before he’s even fully aware of the action he’s taking. Stopping a blaster bolt from slamming into the back of the neck of the mandalorian with the red cape from one of his own and swiftly relieving the traitor of his forearms.

At this point, many of the blue and silver mandalorians have very swiftly retreated and all that's left are the ones covering the retreat. The traitor stumbles backward and lands on his shebs into the blood and mud.

“Montross!” Mace barely twitches at the name being viciously spat out through the crackle of the buy’ce belonging to the red-caped mandalorian. “Aruetii! How long were you planning this?” The red-caped mandalorian stalks towards the traitor like a nexu on the hunt.

Mace lets his eyes slowly scan around as the rest of the mandalorians with the red-caped leader start to take care of the dead. The quiet hiss of his saber turning off makes a good number of them twitch as he puts it back on his belt. He calmly rips off two large pieces from his cloak and ties one around his torso, just above where the vibroknife is sticking out.

He stays silent as he watches the leader call for some of his men to take this ‘Montross’ away. Not that Mace really catches much of the language, but he gets enough of it to make a strong enough guess. Wrapping his hand around the hilt of the vibroknife, he pauses and slowly breathes in; pulling the force tightly around himself for strength, he quickly rips the blade out as cleaning as it went in. Mace ignores the shocked mutterings of the mandalorians and quickly rips one third of the strip off and folds it. He presses it tightly against the gaping wound and proceeds to use the larger part of the strip and the helping hand of the force to tie it tightly in place.

He just gets done with that when he’s wracked with another after effect of sith lightning. It shreds his shields as it shreds his body's nerve endings. Through sheer spite and strength of will he doesn’t scream out like he’d like and instead a grunt of pain escapes him as his knees give out. Mace could almost taste the sith lightning that seems to be locked within his very veins as his whole body convulses.

His ears ring sharply and loudly as his head goes from throbbing to trying to set itself on fire as it splits apart. Mace is aware enough to hear muffled voices and feel himself being moved, but other than that every single sense is a blur of pain. As the force drowns him in its depths and what’s left of his obliterated shields get washed away by the waves.

Even the pain becomes incredibly distant as the force gently croons to him as it wraps him in its warm healing embrace. Mace gently floats within the ocean of infinity, klicks away from the surface and completely at peace. He vaguely feels his body tingling with pins and needles and muffled yelling. Mace gets the sense that he should be more alarmed than he is at the moment and yet…

He’s tired, past tired and to a level of exhaustion he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to pull himself out of. He’s been tired since Qui-Gon came back to the temple, leaving his thirteen-year-old padawan in a warzone with parents actively hunting, torturing, and killing their own children. That tired feeling just spread as the years went on into his bones and to the depths of his soul. When the war hit, he was already checked out. Yet, he gave more of himself than he thought he had left and kept giving more.

As he knew many others did the same.

Mace knows intellectually that he’s slipping away, but with the force wrapped around him and carefully leading him deeper into the ocean, he willingly follows. There’s nothing left; the jedi order has fallen and his men are nothing more than flesh droids. He knows that his padawans, his daughters are bound to be dead. Mace takes in one more deep, pained, struggling breath and slowly lets it out on a quiet sigh of release.

And he floats away.

[athenasdisappointment]

Tangerine finding out he's going to be a dad

Pairing: Tangerine x f!reader

Warnings: 16+; no use of (Y/N); mention of pregnancy; fluff; Tangerine working out his emotions

Words: 694

Reading time: 2m 46s

Notes: I have watch Bullet Train two months ago and I can't believe I am only now starting to write for our dear Tangerine. He has bewitched me body and soul. I hope you all enjoy it. English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any possible mistake. Feel free to correct me. Thank you!!!

When Tangerine discovers he's going to be a dad, he's speechless.

He needs time to process everything.

"That wasn't in our plans" is mumbled with a shaky breath.

Even though Tangerine is a lot quieter than usual and his mind is distant, never for a moment does he think of leaving your side.

He's not mad or scared of the pregnancy but more of himself.

"What if I'm not good enough of a father?" is a constant thought in his mind.

Tangerine knows of his anger issues and work derivated problems.

What if he lashed out at the kid because of his temper?

What if he somehow put the baby in danger?

What if he ended up being an absent father?

What if something happened to Tangerine, and you had to raise the baby on your own?

You and Tangerine had discussed having kids before. Both acknowledged that you weren't getting younger, opting, either way, to wait until a point in your lives when Tan had enough money for early retirement.

Maybe he would start an ordinary business. Invest his money and open a restaurant, something like that. 

Two days after telling Tangerine about the pregnancy, you came home to a candle-lit dinner and a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers. 

"Baby, what is all this?" you questioned, still shocked by the sudden action.

"Both an apology and a celebration, my love."

That night during dinner, Tangerine voiced out all of his concerns.

By the end of the meal, you had decided that Tan would find a mental care professional to help with the issues and give him better coping mechanisms. 

"Parenting is not going to be easy. Unfortunately, nobody teaches you how to do it correctly. We will find it out together, make mistakes and learn from them. Everything at its own pace."

You spent the rest of the night wrapped in the arms of the other talking about baby stuff. 

Tangerine had a smile on his mind for the totality of the night. He couldn't feel more proud of you. You were carrying his baby and already handling the situation so well.

"You are going to be an amazing mother, love. You already are."

That comment and the look on Tan's face make you tear up. Damned pregnancy hormones! 

"You too, honey! I know it."

The next day Tangerine had a heated argument with his contractor to find him a trustworthy person for Tan to visit.

Right after scheduling the first appointment, Tangerine calls Lemon inviting him for dinner.

He wanted his brother to know in person, he was going to be an uncle.

"I can't wait to find out which Thomas the Tank Engine the baby will be!" are the first words pronounced by Lemon.

To which follows an incredulous look and long sign courtesy of Tangerine.

"I'm so delighted to hear that! Congratulations! That is what you should have said. Gosh, you're getting on my tits!" yells Tangerine, making you put your hand on his shoulder, embracing his arm after, and resting your head on his shoulder. That should soothe him.

"I'm sure that was Lemon's way of congratulating us, honey." you say softly sending Tan's brother an apologetic look.

The waters calmed down. Tangerine and Lemon engaged in a conversation, remembering all the fun they had during childhood and how they wanted to experience some of those when the baby became older. 

You sat on Tangerines's lap on the couch, listening to their voices while tracing patterns on your lover's chest.

You knew that you and Tangerine had a long path to walk and that he would need a lot of reassurance.

Even though he rarely demonstrated, it was written between the lines how he could get insecure sometimes.

You would do everything to let him know he's doing alright.

"I will never leave your side or this baby's life. I want you to understand that I will always be by your side." is mumbled into your hair when you are already in bed.

Tangerine doesn't know if you heard him having into consideration that you appear to be soundly sleeping. He just had to say it out loud. 

[kasshole69]

truly, madly, deeply - 1

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff, (eventual) Natasha Romanoff x Reader, (eventual) Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You’d been living a good life, well as good as it could get with how full of lies it was. Why? It was the only way to get by when you were an unmated omega with an uneasy past. That's all flipped on its head when you see a matching soul mark on two certain avenger, leaving your lies to crumble right in front of your face.

A/N: ayo i’m finally posting this lmao, i read a a/b/o fic on ao3 that wasn’t all about sex (not that those are bad) and it literally took over my life for a few weeks and it wasn’t finished so i wrote my own! a main focus of this fic is reader having a condition called touch deprivation. the name describes it well and it’s described in the fic (this was also based on another a/b/o fic) anyways! i hope you enjoy, second chapter will be posted after this so if you enjoyed please let me know!

also there are two ocs that only affect the beginning of the story and will kinda become absolute

chapter 2 chapter 3 ao3

The day had started out simple enough. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, come home, eat dinner and sleep. A routine you’d grown accustomed to. A routine that usually involved you talking to your roommates Lexi and Brooke when you were home. You’d known Lexi since you moved to New York about 3 years ago, meeting because you both needed a roommate. With you both being omegas, it worked out perfectly. You remember the days when she would talk about how she couldn’t wait to meet her soulmate, and lucky for her, she didn’t have to wait too long as she met Brooke about a year after living together. Instead of having to move out, or have Lexi and Brooke find a new place, the three of you lived together and it worked perfectly. Rent was less expensive, and the three of you were able to help out one another. You also thought that they felt bad for you, thinking you were forever going to be alone with the lie you’d told them.

The last thing you needed in your life was someone to depend on. Especially not someone you didn’t even know. You’d spent the last years of your childhood forced to be with someone, someone who didn’t care for you like he should, and you’d be damned if you’d do that again by meeting your soulmate. You knew how it went when omegas, like yourself, met their soulmates. The second you meet your soulmate, your body immediately becomes attuned to them, knowing that it needs them. Your body puts itself through unending pain whenever you're away from them for too long without being bonded. If you were to ever meet them, it would also mean the end of the freedom you have.

How does one avoid fate though? Well you’d come to learn that most people learn about their soulmates through word of mouth. So you’d cover up your soul mark and tell people your soulmates had died. While it wasn’t the most humane thing to do, it kept you safe, kept people from asking questions. Of course you’d told Lexi and Brooke the same sob story but didn’t bother hiding your soul mark from them since you were living together and there was no point.

So when you came home to Lexi shouting at you about how you had other soulmates, you froze like a deer in headlights.

“Oh my gosh Y/N! This is so exciting! And two Avengers too? Isn’t this great!” Lexi exclaimed whilst holding your hands and jumping up and down.

“We already called Avengers Tower, they said that we can come by tomorrow to meet them,” said Brooke, coming in just behind Lexi.

You were still in the middle of processing all this when Lexi started showing you the news articles. Avengers Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff reveal that they are soulmates! What does this mean for the team? With a close up image of that stupid mark you had on your wrist. In a way this was a blessing, now you knew exactly who you needed to avoid. All you need to do now is find a way to convince Lexi and Brooke not to make you go up there.

You decided to play dumb. “I don’t think that’s the same mark, mine looks like a different shade of red.”

“What? No, you guys definitely got the same marks,” said Lexi while giving you a confused look.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s best that we don’t go up there just in case. Wouldn’t want to get my hopes up, you know?”

“Shouldn’t that be the reason you do go up there? Just in case they are in fact your soulmates,” said Brooke giving the same look as Lexi.

“Exactly! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I’ve got stuff to do tomorrow anyways, probably wouldn’t have enough time to make it there anyways,” you say as you head to your room not wanting to get into a big argument with the two.

“What’s so important that you can’t meet your soulmates?” Lexi asks almost angrily.

“Literally anything else.”

In a much softer tone Lexi carefully asks, “What?”

“I’ve just-,” how were you supposed to explain this to them? Getting into your past would just lead to more questions. The best solution? Another lie, “I don’t want to meet them, being the soulmate of an Avenger comes with a lot of risks and it would probably be safer for me to keep my distance. Aren’t they in a pack anyways? They should be fine without me.”

Lexi and Brooke give you a shocked look, with the former deadpanning. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am! I feel completely content! I don’t need them, and since they aren’t actively looking or know that I exist, they won’t need me either.”

You can tell neither of them know what to say, Lexi is opening and closing her mouth like a fish while Brooke has a deep crease between her brows trying to decipher what you’ve just said.

“Please, can we just keep this between us?” you plead with the two of them.

They share a look of concern before looking back at you with pity. Lexi finally says, “Alright, if that’s what you really want. Are you sure you don’t at least want to meet them?”

“No, I’ll be fine living my life and they’ll be fine living theirs. No need to upend everyone’s lives over something as silly as soulmates,” you say as you start to walk towards your room.

“Soulmates aren’t-“ Lexi starts before you quickly cut her off so as to not start another argument.

“Thank you guys! Goodnight!” you say as you slam your door shut.

Universe just had to send you a curveball, but thankfully it seems you hit this one out of the park. Not only are the two people who know about your soulmates are sworn to secrecy but you know exactly who to avoid. Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, should be easy enough to avoid since the Avengers are currently living at the new compound in upstate New York.

Now all you gotta do is stay updated on the Avengers whereabouts and continue to live your life. Since you now know who your soulmates are and that they are relatively easy to avoid seeing as the media keeps a keen eye on them, you feel very secure. Before you never knew when you would run into your soulmates, constantly living on edge.

Although, you could definitely see an appeal to being their soulmates. Two unbelievably strong women with stunning appearances wasn’t something you were complaining about. Even with that, the media was not making it easy to like them, especially Wanda. Saying things like she is a loose cannon and is not in control of her powers. While it’s a given to not believe everything you read or see on the internet, it only helped solidify your desire to stay away from them.

And with that life moved along. Everything was normal, aside from Lexi giving you petty remarks every time you asked for a favor saying things like, “if you would just meet your soulmates I bet they would be happy to do this for you” or “why don’t you ask your soulmates?” It grated on your nerves but it was better to just live with it than let get into an argument with Lexi, especially when she knew who your soulmates were. You didn’t know if she would go that far, but you weren’t taking any chances.

As time went on though, you started to be in immense pain. First it was just tingles all over your body, kind of like your body was a big bruise. The pain would increase when you made jerky movements. It would gradually get worse, feeling almost like you were burning all over. You were calling off of work more and more because some days it hurt too much to even move. Lexi and Brooke noticed and offered to take you to the doctor, but you refused. Whatever this was would pass, it just needed time.

Today however, you felt like you were going to die. Your boss had already said you were calling off far too much and that if you missed one more day you would be put on suspension. So despite it feeling like you should be in a full body cast, you got up and got ready for work. The clothes felt as if they were poking your skin and your feet on the floor felt like you stepped on legos the entire way down the hallway. While the hallway was only a good 6-7 feet but it took you 10 minutes to get down it. Every time you bent your leg it felt like it was bending the wrong way, like you were purposely breaking your legs every time you took a step.

Lexi and Brooke looked at you as you made your way down the hallway and could immediately tell that something was really wrong with you. Despite you having been in excruciating pain these past few months, you’d done a decent job of covering it up. Only ever letting it show when a particularly sharp pain hit you.

Lexi rushed over to you helping you walk to the kitchen asking, “are you okay? Don’t tell me you're going in to work today.”

It took you a second to answer because moving your jaw was a painful task in itself, “yes, i’m fine.”

“You sure? With the pace you were going down that hallway you won’t make it to work until next week,” Brooke stated in a smart-ass tone.

You gave Brooke a dirty look before doubling over in pain.

“Y/N we really need to take you to the doctor! This is not normal!” Lexi exclaims whilst helping you keep from falling over from the pain.

“No, I’m-“ you start before you feel another rush of pain. You had probably hit the ground at this point, with the pain in your head and abdomen felt as if you were being stabbed. You can hear Lexi telling Brooke to do something but you can’t make it out, the pain being the only thing you can focus on. You open your eyes to look up at Lexi but it’s so blurry and you just want to close your eyes again. You think you can make out Lexi saying something to you but you just can’t keep your eyes open. As you close your eyes the pain starts to dissipate as you pass out.

[hwanchaesong]

Hello! Can I possibly request Wooyoung song imagine with Edith Piaf-La Vie En Rose?

a/n: this song!!! i love this sm jwhxhwjs wooyo suits this so well 🥹

👤: ATEEZ Jung Wooyoung

📼: La Vie En Rose - Edith Piaf

genre & warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, overall i'd die for a soft boyfriend wooyoung

word count: 527

It was a long, tiring day. You just want to go home, lie down, cry and sleep.

Those things were written down in your checklist, ready to be done but your boyfriend won't let that happen.

Wooyoung has noticed your slumped shoulders when you walked through the door of your shared home.

"How is my baby doing?" he approached you so fast, engulfing you in a tight hug.

"Beat." you replied flatly, something that he understood.

"Okay," he pushed you away a bit to cup your face, "I know you want to face plant in our bed, but I want you to eat your dinner first and take a bath after. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded your head silently, letting him drag you to the kitchen.

A meal waiting at the table. You ate all of it, the delicious home cooking of your boyfriend lifted your mood up a bit.

Next one, he prepared a relaxing bath for you. A complete set of bubbles and scented candles soothed all your worries away.

Wooyoung did the liberty of drying your hair. His fingers gently combing your silky strands and massaging your scalp.

After all that, everything ended up with you cuddled in his arms. His body heat and vanilla scent created a swirl of calm and peace within your mind.

His hand is gently tapping your back as you lay your head on his chest, listening to the music of his steady heartbeat.

"Thank you for doing this." you sleepily mumbled, heart full and overwhelmed at the fact that he'll go through great lengths just to make you feel safe and loved.

"Of course, anything for my baby."

You think you saved a whole nation in your past life to deserve this kind of treatment.

"What will I ever do without you?" you closed your eyes, ready to sleep but that faded away when he slapped a joke on your forehead.

"I don't know. Maybe walk, eat, sleep, blink, breathe. Things that humans do."

He laughed a bit when you whined, telling him that he ruined the mood.

"Gosh, you really are so-"

Your words were cut off when he suddenly kissed you on the lips.

Soft yet passionate.

Gently reminding you that whatever happens, he'll always be there by your side. He'll always choose you and be with you until death. So you won't have to worry about losing him, because he'll assure you to no end that he won't ever leave you.

A point that you have taken and will always remember as long as you live.

When he pulled away, he held you closer than before.

Humming a song that brought about your drowsiness, pinning you to a dreamland full of roses and happiness.

Of course, even if you close your eyes, his angelic voice would still resonate through your soul.

His kiss would be transcribed even into your unconscious that it'll always leave you breathless and fulfilled.

Jung Wooyoung is the definition of love. Naughty but nice, spicy but sweet. A splash of pink in your dark life.

Most importantly, the reason for the spark and joy in every fleeting moment.

[thepinkproof]

The Operator

Synopsis: there is nothing normal about Greenwood University. however, the school is your only option. it is even more fearful when the person everyone told you to stay away from, Jungkook , is the one who won’t leave you alone.

parings: yandere! inhuman jungkook x reader/ overprotective sibling taehyung x reader

chapter warnings: yandere behavior, very violent torture, inhuman behavior,

word count: 2.5k

series masterlist

chapter 07: successful plans

When Ford was running to his car he ran into Rosé who was there to give Storm her phone. Seeing her lifeless body, she informed Ford to get in her car as they road her to the hospital.

Her palms were sweaty as she could hear Storm's heartbeat slow down. She was driving at the max speed.

She was rushed into the ER. They performed surgery on her head and did stitches on her cuts.

When Ford was informed Storm was stable, he texted Jungkook and left the ER. He hated doing favors for Jungkook. He also hated himself for not letting Andre leave the room. But he also knew Jungkook was going to kill the guy anyways. He looked at Storm as an innocent life, if dark souls have to die to save one then so be it.

Rosé slept at the hospital that night waiting for Storm to wake up.

She glanced up as she saw Jimin in the room with flowers.

"Poor girl." He murmured. 

Rosé got up to give Jimin a hug.

"It's unbelievable what they did to her, they carved all over her back! She's going to be scarred for life. They even banged her head." Rosé stressed.

"Her head looks fine to me." Jimin spoke puzzled. Rosé gave him an annoyed look at his lack of sympathy. She then looked at Storm's head to prove her point.

"What the fuck." Storm's head was completely healed. It was no evidence of any trauma.

"Jimin, I swear! Yesterday her head was full of blood and glass!" Rosé took a deep breath as she quietly walked over to Storm. She gently opened the back of her hospital gown. The cuts was now completely gone.

"No way, Jimin I told you I was right about her! How else could this happen?” Rosé questioned.

Jimin rolled his eyes. "You're so overdramatic, she probably wasn't that seriously hurt like you said!"

"Then why else would she have surgery and stay over night!" Rosé spat. She then handed him the hospital records.

Jimin examined them. "If you're right, like you never are, then we need to get her out this hospital before the doctors come." 

Rosé stood next to Storm's bed before leaning down to her ear. "STORM!" She screamed.

"GOSH." She complained waking up. She took a look around her. "Why am I in the hospital?"

"Some evil kids beat you up." Rose answered.

"Really, because i feel fine. I feel great actually."

"Do you remember anything?" Jimin asked.

"Nope, the last thing I remember was playing uno." Storm looked at the two of them. "Are you guys pranking me?"

"No, i'm just as confuse as you are. Some kids beat you up and that football kid Ford and I took you the hospital, you were almost dead Storm." Rosé spoke. Storm looked around the room puzzled. How come she don't remember all this?

"We can talk about this later, look we have to leave. Put these clothes on we will wait for you outside."

For some reason Storm felt very energetic as she quickly put the clothes on. She looked at the small mirror on the wall. Her skin was practically glowing now.

"I'm ready guys." She spoke as she grabbed Jimin's flowers.

The trio started to walk down the hallway. Storm saw a familar face out of the corner of her eye.

"Guys, i'll meet you in the car just give me a few minutes." They strangely looked at her but obeyed.

Storm entered the hospital room.

"Taehyung, what are you doing here!" She cried looking at him searching for injuries. "Oh my gosh are you okay!"

"I'm glad you still care." He mumbled.

"I'll always care." She said before molding him in a hug.

"Ow!" He groaned. "Although I'm happy to see you, you're hurting me."

She let out a quick apology. "Is that why you're here? Your stomach?! Why didn't you call me? How long you been here?" She ranted.!

"Yeah Storm, I broke my ribs." He chuckled.

"How?"

"Don't worry about it." He warned.  "Why are you even here, I didn't tell anyone I was here."

"Don't worry about it Tae." She mocked.

"Oh so we're back to being cold to each other? Great." He sarcastically complained.

"I don't want to be that way towards you. I must admit Tae, I've heard some things around school about you and none was good. I just want to know what's up with you?"

Taehyung took a deep breath choosing his words carefully. "I won't lie i've done bad things. I can't really explain it right now but just know the person that you grew up with, that is me. And everyday i'm trying to get that person back."

Storm held his hand. "Thank you for being honest." She smiled.

"Storm I really don't want to loose you. I just have the darkest thoughts sometimes. But everything can go back to normal. You can move back in, we can talk like we use to and if you want to be with Jungkook, then I guess you can."

"What! Why would I want to be with Jungkook? I barely know him." She proclaimed.

Taehyung was confused. Jungkook talked like he was seeing her. "You're not?!"

"Um no. I have to go now but I'll talk to you later. Please stay well." Storm said giving Taehyung a kiss on his head before leaving.

Taehyung's mind was filled of curiosity. If his sister barely knew Jungkook why did he make it clear that he wanted her?

Taehyung was scared of the explanation. But he also knew it was no way to stop it.

———————

Storm nervously stood in front of the tall door that belonged to the mansion. She hesitantly clicked the doorbell and patiently waiting.

"Kim Storm, is a pleasure to have you here. How may I help you?" Jin, the butler, answered the door.

She gave him a quick bow. "Hi i'm here to talk to Ford, is he around?" She questioned.

Avoiding her question he joyfully invited her in, which she accepted.

"I must ask, why are you here for Ford? Are you aware your brother is ill?" Jin asked.

"Yeah, I just visited him. Hey, um do you know how he got hurt?" She awkwardly asked.

"I'm just the butler, I don't discuss what goes around in this house Storm."

"So, it happened in the house then?" She smartly retorted.

"You're a clever one. I must tell you Ford isn't here, he's at football practice. But its lunchtime how about I make you something?" Jin offered.

"Oh no that's ok!" Storm declined.

"No, I insist it would be rude to decline."

————-

"Oh my! Sweet mother of Jesus!" Lance screamed.

Hs looked at a girl tied up with thousands of needles poking out her body. None around the neck, heart or head. Her eyes was open in fear. Her skin was littered in red dots from the pressure of the needles.

"Don't you knock Lance?" Jungkook asked. Jungkook was attentively painting a picture of her.

"Help me!" She gulped.

"Is that Sana?" Lance asked.

"I'm surprised you recognized her?" Jungkook observed.

"Lord, I can't watch this I feel sick." He complained holding back the bile in his throat.

"Don't worry, I'll remove all the needles one at a time to kill her as soon as I'm done with this painting if I feel like it. But we all know I'm a slow painter. I like to get every detail." He explained.

"But what brings you here?" Jungkook asked putting down his paint brush.

"I just wanted to let you know Storm is here." Lance informed.

"How? Wasn't she in the hospital. It's no way she's out now. My baby should be resting." He scolded.

"I overheard her looking for Ford, perhaps to thank him?" Lance suggested.

Jungkook sighed. "Of course she thinks Ford saved her last night. She don't know it was me."

Lance got onto his knees. "Sir, since Taehyung is gone I think it should be up to me to kill Ford. I think him and Storm may be having an affair. It's not fair to you sir. Say the word and I'll get the job done."

Jungkook scoffed. "Get up you look ridiculous! Ford is loyal to his girlfriend. He wouldn't dare come after my girl. Besides, you have the body mass of a starving 8 year old boy. You couldn't kill an insect let alone a person."

"I apologize sir, just know whatever you want I will do."

"Really, is that so? I gave you orders to follow Storm, and yet yesterday she was attacked. You think you will go unpunished?" He threatened.

"Sir! But I did follow her around school I just didn't know she was going to that event! I had homework last night!" Lance panicked.

"Oh, so your homework is more important then my love?!" Jungkook yelled his eyes started to turn purple in anger before he took a deep breath to calm himself.

"I-I'm sorry sir! You can count on me. I-I can hack into her phone to track her every move. I promise I'll make it up to you. I'm better than Taehyung!" He profusely apologized.

"Whatever. Make sure she stays here I have to wash this paint off my hands." He said.

Sana let out a shriek at the possibility of suffering more. "K-kill me please."

"Oh Sandra, can you please shut up porcupine. I said you will get a slow and painful death and its only been 12 hours."

——————

" This is Taehyung's favorite food japchae, i'm sure you will like it." Jin said handing her a plate.

Storm used her chopsticks to try the food despite it being hot.

"Mmm this is good." She complimented with her mouth full making Jin chuckle.

"Have you tried alot of korean cuisine?" He asked.

"Not really since we live in the states, plus my foster parents weren't Korean. But Tae and I always tried to be involved in our culture, but my bio mom did make me Chimaek once." She explained.

"You're welcome to try any of my cooking any time! Taehyung would love it if you come over more, Jungkook too."

"Is Taehyung nice to you?" Storm hesitantly asked.

"Of course, he has his moments but he is a respectable young man." Jin answered.

"Well if you ask me Taehyung is a jackass!" A voice suddenly appeared. Storm turned around and saw it was one of their roommates Lance.

"What do you mean?!" Storm questioned.

"Just ignore him." Jin lectured.

"Oh the perfect Taehyung everyone just loves? Bull! He's so arrogant and stupid. Who even majors in fashion? He will never make it." Lance ranted.

Storm glared at him. "You sound bitter and jealous."

Lance looked at her and laugh. "Of course, you're just like Taehyung. Pretty face, the attitude , everyone thinks you two are perfect, when you're both brainless and a waste of space.” Lance shot making Jin gasp.

"What was that Lance?" A familar voice snapped. Jungkook entered the room hair wet from a shower with clean clothes on as his expensive body wash and authoritative voice filled the room.

"Sir! Fuck! I-I'm sorry." He panicked.

"Oh don't apologize to me, apologize to our beautiful guest you disrespected."

Lance dropped down to his knees mumbling apologies. Storm gave him a weird look.

How come everytime Jungkook around everyone looses their self dignity?

"I-It's okay Lance." Storm informed him.

"No, he should have never disrespected you. Lance leave right now." He demanded.

"Hi Stormi." Jungkook greeted in a now calm voice. He glared at Jin resulting in him taking the hint of leaving.

"Hi Kookie." Storm simpered rolling her eyes.

Jungkook smirked at her playfulness. "How are you so well after last night, it's not even a scratch on you." Jungkook observed gently touching her forehead.

He saw her last night, she was definitely near death. Jungkook has never seen a human heal this fast. Is it possible she wasn't as hurt as she looked?

"I don't know, honestly I don't even remember what happened last night. I just know Ford was there for me, I just wanted to thank him in person."

"Ford and I both saved you butterfly, so I guess you owe us both a thanks." Jungkook retorted.

Storm stared at his eyes looking for any signs of him lying. "Well, thank you Jungkook. I really appreciate it."

"Do you know who attacked me though?" She continued.

Jungkook gave her a smile. "Nobody that can hurt you anymore." Storm gave him a puzzled look before she continued eating ignoring his presence.

"So have you been thinking of moving back in love? Then you could eat Jin's food everyday. Do you know we have a theater room, a pool, a gym, and a game room? We also have a library I know how much you l-"

"Um that's ok Jungkook. I appreciate the offer but I don't think we should be talking." She interrupted.

Why would she not want to talk to him? He didn't like that at all.

"Why not?" He questioned.

"No offense, but I heard some things around campus about you and I'm sure not sure I want to be around that type of person."

Jungkook scoffed. "Who said that?" He will kill them for filling up his baby's head with lies.

"It doesn't matter, I've heard it from too many people." She explained.

Jungkook paused before taking the chopsticks out her hands stopping her from eating.

"Don't you think it's hypocritical as someone whose a psychology major to believe rumors about people? This is college sweetheart, not high school. We're believing rumors now? I've been nothing but nice to you and it hurts for you to believe all this." He testified giving her a disappointed look.

Jungkook could hear her heart beat rise in shame. She felt terrible for dismissing him like that. Especially when he offered her a room and saved her.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Jungkook. I feel horrible." She confessed.

Jungkook hid his head in his arms making her feel even more guilty.

"I'm so sorry!" She said giving him a hug. Jungkook smirked. For a psychology major she really couldn't pick up on manipulation.

Jungkook faked a sniffle. "It's ok, I forgive you."

"You know if you really want to get to know me, and not meaningless rumors, we can go out together so you can know the real me." He suggested. Hopefully his plan will work.

"I mean I'm trying to focus on school and it sounds like you're asking me on a date. So no thank you.” She objected.

Jungkook pulled out his phone before dialing a number.

Storm rolled her eyes before answering the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, yes, I will like to make a therapy session at the carnival next weekend with you?" Jungkook grinned.

"What time?" Storm smiled playing along.

"Hmm, 8:00 wear something nice." He grinned.

"If you insist." She said before hanging up.

"Oh, look at that. It looks like I'll be seeing you next weekend."

"The real question is how do you remember my phone number off your head like that?"

Oh how could he forget anything about you?

Yesterday their efforts to take his love away from him not only failed but let you fall right in his trap.

Jungkook knew she was better than all the other humans, but she was still human. She still could be manipulated. How perfect his plans went when she accepted his proposal?

Oh she was in too deep now and there is no escape.

chapter 08

[ichigoromi]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧🔞🔞🔞

Gojo Satoru is one sexy man. His arrogance may be annoying, but I must say a confident man is sure charming.

I don't normally write 🔞headcanon because my page is normally a fluff blog with a tiny bit of angst, but I want to try something new once in a while.

This is going to be a 🔞headcanon, so I'm going to bold my warnings.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem reader (using she/her pronouns)

WARNING (S): SUGGESTIVE LANGUAGE, MINORS DNI, CONSENSUAL UNPROTECTED SEX, LOTS OF HORNY GOJO, I WARN THE MINORS OF MY PAGE, DO NOT INTERACT. M18. SOME FLUFF. SMUT.

Okay, 18 and above, please proceed.

Gojo Satoru

It was meant to be only a one night stand.

But this little steamy rendezvous between you and Satoru has been ongoing for a little too long, like maybe a few years?

You two were perfect for each other, just looking to fill each other needs and no commitments.

Only Shoko knows about you two because she accidentally walked in on Satoru going down on you in the infirmary.

You were mostly out for missions, but when you are in town, you are in Satoru's apartment or his room whenever you two are free.

Using the spare time you two have, you guys go at it for hours.

When you are gone for a little too long, the sex usually is better because he is more desperate and hornier.

The higher-ups were suspicious that you and Satoru have a relationship, so they send you away for overseas missions for three months.

Oh, those three months were agonising for Satoru the most, somehow, he got addicted to you, and other girls just don't satisfy him anymore.

Plus, you make delicious desserts that he can't get enough other you.

It was not easy for you, but you two would facetime or call whenever you can and have phone sex or facetime sex.

Shoko was there to pick you up when you came back from your missions early.

She sends you to the hospital to collect your birth controls since you ran out, so she booked you an appointment for you.

It was rather quick since you are going to get a refill of your previous prescription.

Once you are done, you two head back to Jujutsu High.

You went and report back to the higher-ups about your missions and submitted all the written reports.

After you finished the administrative matters, you went to take a shower in Satoru's room and head down to the kitchen to make a strawberry shortcake.

When Satoru is back from his mission, he noticed that a certain blue shirt from his closet is gone, and the familiar flora scent is back.

He took a shower and head down to the kitchen, and there you were.

Making desserts looking like a whole 8-course meal.

He swiftly makes his way to you and wraps his arms around you from behind.

You almost drop it but set it down so you can properly greet him with a kiss.

That kiss leads to a full-blown makeout session on the kitchen counter.

You had to pull away from him so that you could put the cake in the fridge to chill so that you two can enjoy it later. You put a note on the cover to inform them to not touch it.

After that, Satoru carried you back to his room to take that sweet body of yours that he missed dearly.

He couldn't even reach the bed, and you two starts kissing, with him pinning you on the door.

Satoru easily slips his tongue into your mouth and playfully sucks while you were getting really horny.

He loves your whines and your moans. It's like music to his ears.

You palm his bulge through his sweats, and he moans in your ear, and you sneakily slip your hand into his underwear, man. You defeated the poor man.

He humps into your tiny hand, forcefully took out your hand, and rips off the blue dress shirt you were wearing.

You wore matching black lace lingerie and officially broke Gojo Satoru.

He expertly unhooks your bra and yeet that shit away. Satoru dives down to your plump bosom and sucks your nipples depends on it.

Sensing that you were getting a little uncomfortable in the position, he carried you to his bed, and that is where the real fun starts.

You slip out of your panty with his help, and man, he is hungry for some pussy juice.

He sucked the soul out of you and did not waste a single drop.

You had to return the favour.

Grabbing one of the hair ties by the bedside table, you wrapped your hair in a bun and went down on him. It starts with slow strokes and deep sucking; oh, he loves deep throating you until you choke on his cum.

Satoru was going to do you until the sun rises.

He was leaving no mercy for you, and you almost choke on his cum, but you manage to breathe.

Satoru pin you down and slides into your wet ass pussy, and both of you moan in bliss when he enters you.

He is pistoning in and out of you like a machine gun, but when he was about to pull out, you told him to cum in you.

Babe, he is not done with one round. Bless your legs and your pussy tomorrow.

You and Satoru went on it for hours, non-stop coming, and you couldn't stop yourself; you want to go over your limit.

For the last round, he let you ride on top, and you were giving your all, and he too was looking forward to marking you and overstimulate you.

While you riding him, you felt him sucking on your skin, marking you all over, but you couldn't care less; now, it's about you and him. Who cares about little love bites?

After you two are done, Satoru pulls out and carries you to the bathroom so you can wash up first, and he can put on new sheets.

You run a warm bath, cleaning all the fresh cum and dried cum off your body and massaging your sore muscles as well. That was one intense workout.

After cleaning up yourself, you head to the bed, where the bed was cleaned already. You head to bed first while Satoru goes to wash up too.

Satoru immediately cuddles you after he cleans up, and you two fall into a deep slumber.

Gojo felt two tiny hands squished his cheeks together, and he opened his eyes slightly to find the adorable and sexy friend of his pouting at him.

The shirt that he lends her was sliding off her shoulder, revealing her collarbone marked by him. Then he smirks, remembering last night.

"You idiot! I'm going to kill you!" You grab his collar and starts shaking him.

"Doesn't it look pretty?" He smirks smugly at you, and you almost strangled him.

"PRETTY?! GOJO! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

...

Shoko held in her laughter as you and Gojo enter the conference room at the same time. You sat down beside her, and she smirks at the turtleneck that you are wearing.

The Kyoto counterpart were all there, and it was a surprise to them to see you coming in with Gojo. You two were known for being not having the best relationship since you guys were teenagers.

You fanned yourself slightly since the weather wasn't the coolest, and Shoko gawked at the love bites.

"Damn, you two went hard last night, huh?" She commented, and you glared at Gojo, who just smiled widely at you.

You focus on the meeting, and everything went smoothly until Gojo decided to display some affection openly.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to you as you two made your way to the cafeteria. Obviously, nobody expected that, and then they noticed the love bites on your neck when Gojo pulls down your turtleneck.

"Can you stop? These are going to last for months on my beautiful, flawless skin! Months I say!" You frowned, and he leaned his chin on your shoulders as he hugs you from the back.

"Hmm, should we start dating? We have been together for three years already; shouldn't we be counted as boyfriend and girlfriend?" He asked you, and you turn around to face him.

"Eh? Are you asking me out? The mighty Gojo Satoru is asking me out?" You pull on his cheeks, and he pulls down his blindfold so that you can see his eyes.

Those very eyes that you hate and love.

"Hmm, I have to think about it. See you!" You pecked his lips and ran off.

"Think about it? I have been waiting for three years, and you still want me to wait? Oi, come back, baby!"

Oh my gosh! I still can't believe I wrote smut... I mean, I'm legal but why does it feel so illegal? I hope you guys had fun reading this headcanon! Thank you for reading!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

[mull3ts]

[ 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 ] 

⚠ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Smut, Dilf! Aged Up! Doyoung, Daddy Kink, Use of Sex Toys (Butt Plug), Degradation (?), Infidelity 

Today was Easter, one of the only times Mr. Kim takes the time to go to church in an attempt to “cleanse his soul”. So there he was, sitting in the pews wearing one of his many suits with you by his side wearing a dress he had bought you.

You were about sick of this mass service. Sure, the priest was hot, it was Father Lee; Mark Lee. But that was it! Mr. Kim’s arm was wrapped around your shoulder as he tried to listen to the homily as you were about to fall asleep. His legs were crossed as he seemed engrossed in the priest’s words. Mr. Kim glanced over at you, the you that was half asleep. 

“Couldn’t you have tried to stay awake during mass?” Mr. Kim asked on your way back to his oh-so-expensive car. You shrugged as he opened the passenger side door to his car. Once he started driving, you spread your legs wide, not caring about Mr. Kim’s protests. He sighed when you got back to his house. You walked quickly into his house, discarding the dress, throwing it onto the ground along with the rest of your garments. 

Mr. Kim found your behavior typical, especially after times he dragged you into a church. Walking into the house and removing his tie until he saw you. The you that had your ass in the air on all fours on his couch. He gulped, remembering that he’d promised to use the new butt plug he bought on you. He also remembered the plug would make you resemble a bunny. “Gosh Doyoung, you just went to church” he thought to himself. With the tie still in his hand he came closer to you, lifting your chin with his hand he smiled a little. “You want Daddy to ruin his little bunny?” You nodded, looking at him with enlarged eyes. 

“Open” Mr. Kim said holding the butt plug to your mouth. You obliged, letting your saliva wetten the plug. Mr. Kim removed the wet toy from your mouth, slowly pushing it into your small hole making you squeal. He rubbed your butt a few times, “Good girl”. Taking the tie he had in his hand, he instructed you to open your mouth as he used the clothing as a gag. 

“It’s Easter and I’d like to not sin today, bunny” Mr. Kim said while unbuttoning his shirt, “But you make it a little hard when you decide to be like this”

He sat next to your body on the couch, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, he pulled out his hard, red, dick. You looked up from your lashes at Mr. Kim who signaled you to come closer to him. “What an amusing little thing” he said, observing your current state. Your mouth gagged with his tie, your hands tied behind your back with another tie he had laying around. But what stood out the most was the little butt plug that resembled a bunny tail. 

“Get on Daddy’s dick, Bunny”

You straddled his lap as Mr. Kim lined his cock with your soaking hole. You whimpered loudly, feeling him stretch your walls slowly. Slow or slowly wasn’t in Mr. Kim’s vocabulary. Taking matters into his own hands, he thrusted into you harshly. He grabbed your hips moving them up and down his dick while you nearly screamed in pain and pleasure. He watched as you helplessly whined.

“Oh I have such a dirty little bunny, don’t I?” He questioned teasingly “All messy and horny for her Daddy, huh”. Mr. Kim let go of your hips letting you fuck yourself on his cock while he unbuttoned his shirt. 

With Mr. Kim’s shirt unbuttoned, you had an urge to scratch his chest to leave red nail marks in his skin. The thought brought you closer to your orgasm. Too focused on his dick and your own thoughts, a drop of saliva fell on Mr. Kim’s chest. He looked down on it, amused. His expression of amuse became more evident when he felt you clenching harder around him. “Awe, is my little bunny close?” You nodded, squealing. He smiled a little, “That’s a shame”. He pulled you off his dick. You were confused, frustrated and needy. Mr. Kim untied your hands and removed his tie from your mouth. He glanced at his watch. 

“Now, bunny” he began “Your Daddy’s hungry.” You looked up at him, anticipating his next words. “Cook for him, be a good pet to me” 

So there you were in the kitchen with the butt plug still shoved up your ass whilst Mr. Kim watched and assisted you as you cooked. He sat on one of the stools, “No baby, not like that” he’d say as if you could figure it out. He stood up from his seat, now standing behind you. “What a stupid little girl” he said as he now dragged you to bend over the counter, “Can’t even follow a recipe” Mr. Kim undid his pants once more and rubbed it against your still soaked entrance. “B-But, Daddy w-wanna’ finish w-what I was-” He cut you off, “You’re mine and I’ll fuck you when I want to, bunny”

You were about to speak again before it turned into a moan as Mr. Kim shoved his dick inside your cunt. While he shoved his dick in and out, he twisted the butt plug around making you whine louder than usual. Not to mention, you wanted to cum faster than usual. 

“Ow, D-Daddy m’gonna c-cum! Please l-let me cum!” you begged shakily, your cunt aching to cum around his dick. He tsked, “Go ahead”. “Needy little thing” he mumbled. Soon enough he found himself shooting his load of cum into your sopping hole. Mr. Kim pulled out, catching some liquid on his finger before bringing it to your mouth. He zipped his pants back up and instructed you to continue cooking after tossing you one of his oversized shirts . 

Far too consumed in watching the little bunny tail as you cooked, he jumped to the sound of his phone ringing. His wife. He answered, anticipating the worst. “H-hello”. Even you could hear the shouting from the other side of the line. “Doyoung, where the hell are you?”. His lips pursed into a thin line, “I’ll be there in a minute, bye” He hung up, avoiding the questions of his wife.  

He was, in fact, not going to be there in a minute. Why should he?

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cannibal:  the  musical  sentence  starters.

‘  .  .  .  and  then  he  cuts  up  the  bodies.  ’

‘  oh,  i  don’t  know  what  happened  to  my  companions.  they  left  me  behind.  ’  

‘  and  everybody  believes  him.  they  feel  sorry  for  him.  ’

‘  it  is  never  justified  to  murder.  murder  is  wrong.  ’

‘  but  that’s  not  the  way  it  happened.  ’

‘  now  how  could  you  possibly  want  to  spend  your  afternoon  with  a  beast  like  that  when  you  could  spend  it  with  a  gentleman  like  myself  ?  ’

‘  believe  me,  i  don’t  relish  the  thought  of  having  to  speak  with  him  or  even  be  in  the  same  room  with  him.  ’

can  we  meet  for  dinner  ?  ’

‘  how  could  this  handsome,  intelligent  man  have  ever  done  what  they  say  he  did  ?  ’

‘  this  is  the  nicest  place  i’ve  lived.  ’

‘  then  i  realized  how  badly  you  must  need  someone  to  just  listen.  ’  

‘  she  was  beautiful.  ’

‘  the  sky  is  blue  and  all  the  leaves  are  green,  the  sun’s  as  warm  as  a  baked  potato.  ’

‘  she’s  my  best  friend  in  the  whole  world.  ’

‘  my  heart’s  as  full  as  a  baked  potato.  ’

‘  i  think  i  know  precisely  what  i  mean  when  i  say  it’s  a  shpadoinkle  day  !  ’

‘  find  any  gold  yet  ?  ’

‘  i’d  love  to  go  back  to  colorado.  ’  

‘  the  lord  works  in  mysterious  ways,  and  i  think  this  is  a  test  of  our  will.  ’

‘  my  fellow  mormons  know  what  i’m  talking  about  !  ’

‘  our  guide  is  dead.  ’

‘  what  if  you  get  lost  ?  or  run  out  of  food  ?  ’

‘  i  distinctly  remember  you  saying  you  wanted  to  get  out  of  utah  and  go  east.  ’

‘  there’s  nothing  we  can’t  do  if  we  aim  for  the  sky.  ’

‘  that’s  when  i  got  my  first  bad  feeling.  ’

‘  i  gotta  warn  ya,  you’re  doomed.  ’

‘  turn  back  while  you  still  can.  ’

‘  jesus,  now  he  needs  a  fucking  map.  ’

‘  if  you  can’t  get  along  with  the  others,  i’m  gonna  have  to  put  you  in  time  out.  ’

‘  you  guys,  they  have  fudge  here  !  ’

‘  we’re  not  afraid  of  anything.  we  have  jesus  on  our  side.  ’

‘  everyone  knows  you’re  a  chronic  liar.  ’  

‘  you  guys  make  me  sick.  what  is  this,  a  feel  good  convention  ?  ’

‘  well,  fuck  you,  how’s  that  for  constructive  ?  ’

‘  i  think  the  only  time  i’ve  ever  actually  seen  women  is  in  salt  lake  city.  you  know,  i  mean,  the  women  there  are  so  .  .  .  mormon.  ’

‘  i  know  that  there’s  more  to  life  than  women.  i  just  can’t  seem  to  figure  out  what  else  there  is.  ’

‘  i  don’t  need  it  every  night.  every  morning  would  be  just  fine  !  ’

‘  a  girl  i  can  love  and  kiss  and  hold  and  fuck.  that’s  all  i’m  asking  for.  ’

‘  i  don’t  wanna  be  rich  for  the  sake  of  women.  i  wanna  be  rich  for  the  sake  of  our  lord.  ’

‘  you  wanna  ask  him  ?  i’ll  tell  you  where  he  lives  !  ’

‘  we’ve  had  a  little  luck,  now  we  want  a  little  more.  ’

‘  i’ve  never  had  much  in  the  way  of  friends  or  family.  ’

‘  a  home  for  us,  that’s  all  i’m  asking  for.  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  where  she  could  have  gone.  ’

‘  we’re  friends,  and  friends  don’t  just  take  off  !  ’

‘  watch  out  for  that  bear  trap.  ’

‘  gosh,  i  never  thought  i’d  be  sleeping  next  to  a  naked  man.  ’

‘  i  think  we  should  all  take  a  minute  and  thank  the  lord.  ’

‘  i  can’t  go  on.  i’m  so  hungry.  ’

‘  she’ll  never  know  what  she  meant  to  me.  ’

‘  your  eyes,  your  smile  made  my  little  life  worthwhile.  ’

‘  there  was  nothing  i  couldn’t  do  when  i  was  on  top  of  you.  ’

‘  she  was  the  only  thing  i  ever  had.  the  only  thing  that  made  me  feel  important.  the  only  thing  that  ever  made  me  feel  wanted.  ’

‘  he  says---  oh,  he  speaks  english.  ’

‘  i  wake  up  muddy  and  go  to  bed  bloody.  ’

‘  i  always  wanted  to  be  somebody  that  didn’t  get  pushed  around.  ’

‘  then  get  out  of  my  personal  space  !  ’

‘  may  god  have  mercy  on  your  soul.  ’

‘  i  can’t  imagine  him  being  so  violent.  he  seems  so  harmless.  ’

'  i  thought  this  mushy  stuff  was  below  me.  '

'  perhaps  i'm  not  the  cold  bitch  i  pretended  to  be.  i'd  almost  forgotten  this  side  of  me.  '

‘  how  am  i  doing  ?  have  you  ever  been  sitting  around  waiting  to  die  ?  ’

‘  i  told  you  what  i  told  you  because  i  thought  you  cared.  ’

‘  are  you  jealous  ?  ’

‘  hey,  when  do  you  think  i’d  be  able  to  use  this  stuff  against  like,  two  big  guys  and  one  short  but  tough  one  ?  ’

‘  you’re  kidding  !  .  .  .  you’re  not  kidding  !  ’

‘  you  have  no  idea  what  i’m  saying,  do  you  ?  ’

‘  besides,  if  you  quit  acting  like  a  sex  starved  little  mister  pervert  we’d  be  able  to  get  out  of  here  !  ’

‘  i  may  be  slow  sometimes,  but  i’m  not  stupid.  ’

‘  this  trip  can’t  get  any  worse  for  me.  ’

‘  i  don’t  think  i  can  watch  this.  ’

‘  excuse  me  !  i’ve  been  doing  some  thinking,  um,  just  kinda  looking  at  our  situation  here,  and  i’ve  come  to  the  conclusion  that  we  are  completely  fucked  !  has  anybody  else  made  this  discovery  ?  ’

‘  i  don’t  wanna  die.  i  don’t  wanna  die  here.  ’

'  and  maybe  we'll  all  get  really  sick.  and  maybe  we'll  all  die.  '

‘  let’s  build  a  snowman  !  ’

‘  the  days  were  really  bad,  but  the  nights  were  worse.  ’

‘  well,  i’m  not  eating  my  fucking  shoes  !  ’

‘  we’re  just  prolonging  the  inevitable.  we’re  dying.  as  in  dead.  as  in  no  more  nothing  !  ’

‘  the  lord  works  in  mysterious  ways.  .  .  .  yes,  i  realize  how  stupid  that  sounds  right  now.  ’

‘  this  is  nothing  that  a  little  positive  thinking  can’t  help  us  get  through  !  ’

‘  we  haven’t  eaten  in  a  week.  ’

‘  no  kidding  he’s  dead,  his  brains  are  lying  on  the  snow.  ’

‘  if  we  make  it  out  of  this,  we’re  gonna  turn  him  in,  aren’t  we  ?  ’

‘  they  had  to  eat  each  other  to  stay  alive.  ’

‘  you  wouldn’t  even  eat  your  shoes  !  ’

‘  is  there  any  more  [name]  left  ?  i  want  breakfast  !  ’

‘  because  of  you  i  am  never  going  to  get  laid  !  ’

‘  all  i  could  think  about  was  her  poor  little  broken  heart  waiting  for  me  to  come  home.  ’

‘  we  just  don't  wanna  die.  ‘

‘  we've  had  some  rotten  luck,  we  can't  take  it  anymore.  '

‘  we  have  to  eat  something.  ’

‘  maybe  we  should  sacrifice  somebody.  ’

‘  nobody  eat  anybody.  ’

‘  i  mean,  now  we  have  enough  meat  to  last  us  for  weeks  !  hell,  we  may  even  make  it  til  summer.  yessir,  the  lord  works  in  mysterious  ways.  ’

‘  i  don’t  think  you  killed  these  guys  in  self  defense.  i  think  you  just  killed  them.  and  i’m  telling.  ’

‘  i  knew  right  then  nobody  would  believe  what  happened.  ’

‘  nobody  move  or  i’ll---  i’ll  eat  this  guy  right  in  front  of  you  !  ’

‘  you’ll  be  fine,  i  promise.  and  i’ll  be  with  you  the  whole  time.  ’

'  send  his  sorry  soul  to  hell.  '  

'  when  his  neckbone  snaps,  we'll  know  the  cannibal  won't  be  killing  anymore.  '  

'  we'll  make  some  hot  dogs  and  drink  a  few  beers.  '

‘  probably  the  most  important  thing  is  that  when  things  get  really  bad,  and  the  world  looks  it’s  darkest,  you  just  have  to  throw  up  your  hands  and  say  well  alright  because  it’s  probably  gonna  get  a  whole  hell  of  a  lot  worse.  ’

‘  does  this  mean  i’m  not  gonna  die  today  ?  ’