#i sent you some numbers anonymously hehe

[shalida]

21, 35, 66 🫶

21: allez ola olé - jessy matador

35: mind games -sickick

66: cha cha cha - käärijä

thank you for asking! 🤩

[cinnanmonn]

Pt.3 Yan! Farmer x Perv Reader

I literally forgot how to use Tumblr lmao

I don't feel like making NSFW so you get fluff

Part 2 👆 Can some1 reteach me how to do the text that links you to a diff post I forgot how.

After all those events, You and Isagani spent more time with each other. Slowly, he began to become more comfortable around you.

It felt, peaceful. For the whole week you had left, you spent it pretty regularly. You and him became quite close and touchy too. What is your relationship with him anyways?

You act like lovers yet talk like aquaintances. (My phone is literally telling me it's spelled aqua instances like wtf)

But you were comfortable with that. Once your grandparents returned, it was already time for you to say goodbye. You had prepared beforehand to return home.

Isagani seemed extremely saddened by this. So you decided to keep contact and give him your number when you have a chance.

As you were checking all your stuff and making sure everything is there, Isagani knocks at your door.

Once you open it, he embraces you in a big tight hug. "Please don't go...." He says in a saddened tone. You hug him back, rubbing your face against his chest.

"Perfect timing. I'll give you my number so we can keep contact and meet sometime, m'kay?" You say as you pull away from him, reaching for his head and patting him.

It comforted him somehow, as he nuzzles your hand. It's like your going to war or something, the way he clings unto you.

He stares at you before mumbling.

"What are we....?" He says as he looks down flustered. You give him a smile.

Together.

At those words,his eyes brighten up and he gives you a thousandddd kisses. Your grandparents call for you because your ride is already there, so you quickly ask for his phone and type your digits.

You give him a little kiss on the cheek before leaving the farm.

Once you were on the ride, you decided to get some sleep for a while. 1 hour then passes once you wake up.

You check your phone for the time and see a text message from an anonymous number. It must be Isagani.

"Hey! I really really miss you. When can we meet again? It's me, ur fav farmer 😁"

Why does he type so cute? Everything is so cute about him. I love him.

"awww how sweet, but I think it's gonna be next Tuesday since my friends made plans..."

What? You'd pick your friends over him? Do you not love him?

"oh...that's ok....I need to work in the fields anyway :~("

Ahhh I feel so baddd. But I really hope he understands, after all my friends have been planning this since summer started.

"I promise I'll make it up to you !!!"

"how exactly??"

"hmm, I'll do what you want next time ?"

Oh. That'd be.....AMAZING. You'll do it? Really? No matter how dirty? Even if it hurts him? He's so in.

"okay! Deal <3"

"love u"

Hehe.

"I love you too."

That made you smile. It felt nice reminiscing all the moments you spent together. Even if it was just a mere 3 weeks, you were actually so glad this happened. He's just, so perfect. Body and mind.

I love him.

You slowly felt drowsy as you slept the whole ride. Once you had awoken, you were already at your destination. Now you just need to call a transportation to go back to your home.

You checked your phone again to find that Isagani sent a photo. Of him touching his nipples, squeezing them as milk cascades down his chest.

Woah, what a sight.

If this gets 500 likes I will be making a delectable and refined part 5 just for you guys bc ik this 1 isn't the best lol

[astarriscus]

# 50+ followers milestone event !!

— ft. ASTARRISCUS. thank you so much for 50+ ! i appreciate you all lots and lots /gen <3 ——— navigation. announcement post.

thank you so much everyone! i love you all /p hehe, here's my small event i'll be working on in my free time! tysm, it's quite a small number to some, but nonetheless, it means that you thought enough of my blog to give a follow. that means a lot, tysm. <3

send in two characters or fandom/s and i will pick one character to write a drabble for. specify genre, send in 3-5 emojis, and optionally any one word/phrase. pls check actual steps down below, and also the rules utc! ⤵︎

INBOX : 1/10 (i am accepting 14 more requests!)

REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED FOR THIS EVENT. tysm to all those who participated !! <33

(followers before this event started / my mutuals, new or old, can disregard the slots! feel free to request anytime until the event is officially closed, even after the above inbox slots are full <3)

——— steps to follow ! <3

000. to get a drabble of around 400 to 800 words (approximate number of words is susceptible to change, but expect around 700 usually!), follow the instructions below!

001. send in any two characters from any fandom/s that i write for in my list (different fandoms ok!). feel free to specify which character from the two you'd prefer! or if you'd like, just send in one or two fandoms in my askbox! i'll pick the characters myself, if that's the case.

002. please specify what genre you'd like! fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, specific au you'd prefer, any specific details (but not relating to racial-specific appearances such as skin ; stuff like height, specific relationship w/ character, occupation, etc. are ok)...

003. send in any 3-5 emojis (ex. 💘💤💭🌼🍃) + optionally, any one word or phrase! any at all! (ex. pick-up lines)

004. with all required elements, i will then write you a short-ish drabble! of one of the characters/fandoms that you sent! that is based off the emojis and the genre/s you specified!

— sample request: hello! for your 50 follower event, may i please request a drabble for kazuha, with thoma as my 2nd choice? 💘💤💭🌼🍃 + the phrase "pick-up lines". thank you so much!

notice. — pls make sure to send 2 (or more) characters for me to choose from in case i cannot write the drabble well enough fr your 1st chosen char! (unless they're bolded or not italicized in my list)

——— rules to follow ! <3

... it is very very very much appreciated if you are actually a follower before requesting for this event ^^ new followers are always welcome! tysm, if ever, for being here!

... here is the link to my general rules / character list. i write for genshin impact, haikyuu!!, jujutsu kaisen, tears of themis, kimetsu no yaiba, and my hero academia.

... those who are not followers of mine but are joining this event, it's okay for you to join! no worries at all hehe <3

... anonymous ok! y'all are more than okay here <3

... i only write sfw, as i am a minor. so no nsfw requests at all, please. slightly suggestive is alright!

... i am a student! please bare with me as i may take time with getting your request out. so, please be respectful and patient.

... feel free to ask questions !! tysm again to everyone hehehe <333

... requests may be extended beyond 10, but that depends (unlikely tbh)! event will last for as long as i like maybe, but expect at least a week? ^^ tentative date ; nov. 25 - dec. 17. NOW ENDED.

[renhaswritersblock]

Kinktober Day 1: Facesitting||Anonymous Sex - Johnson

Word Count: 2174

Warnings: Oral, overstimulation, faded sex, slight angst

A/N: Hello! So, I kinda got a bit carried away with this one *looks at the word count* hehe. But I hope you enjoy reading this fic. Was a bit hesitant at first while writing this smut, but with a few readings from a couple of friends, I continued writing! It's sort of unfinished, a work in progress. The rest of the kinktober day's will probably be short, not sure yet. I have a few exams this week and work is being a cunt, so the writing will be delayed for a short while, sorry. Also, I refer to Johnson in this fic as "The Man" cause of the anonymous sex part. Anyways, again, hope you enjoy reading! Let me know what you think. I do accept feedback/criticism, just don't abuse that power. And I hope ya'll are having a wonderful day. -Ren

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“So, do you mind telling me where the hell we’re going, Frankie?” the strawberry-blonde glanced over at her friend sitting beside her, gripping anxiously at the steering wheel.

Frankie had her head leaned halfway against the open window of the moving car. Feeling the cool summer-night breeze hit her face while her hand traces circles on her wooden thigh. A small yet noticeable grin leisurely forms on the brunette’s face, thinking about tonight’s plans. She had been looking forward to this night for some time, finally be able to get away from the Bang-a-Rang - a place she once called home but is now a prison - and go wherever the river takes her.

“Hello? Earth to Frankie.” Frankie opened her eyes, turning her head swiftly towards the calling of her name. “Are you going to answer my question? Or do I have to turn the damn car around and drive back?”

Frankie pressed her lips together, letting out an exasperate sigh. “You worry too much, V,” she finally replied in a soft, choleric voice.

“No shit,” V retorted, “I rather not have Aunt Rosemary or Dennis be on my fucking ass if you’re doing something that could get us in trouble. Or worse, killed.” She glanced once more at Frankie with a furrowed brow. The brunette rolled her eyes with a snarl, glaring back out the window, head resting in hand. The pale broad’s narrowed eyes dropped into a pitiful look, sighing as she turned her attention back on the road. “Look, hon. I’m trying to be there for you more and back you up, but you can’t just leave me in the dark. You know what happened last time, fuck, it scared the living shit out of me.” Frankie’s eyes darted down at her wrist, seeing the visible dark-faded bruises wrapped around her like a cuff. Her face scrunched mournfully at the memory, remembering how painfully tight those bastards tied the chains. “I don’t want you to die, Frankie,” V finished, becoming teary-eyed.

The strawberry-blonde jumped at the gentle touch of something weighing on her shoulder. Looking over, she saw the olive-skin hand belonging to Frankie, giving a light squeeze for reassurance. “Didn’t know you cared this much about me, V. Thanks,” Frankie gave a half sympathetic smile, V returning a similar smile. “But you should save that melancholic shit-talking for your butch when it gets close to war,” She quipped, making V scowl and slap Frankie’s hand off her shoulder.

“Fuck you, bitch.” Frankie couldn’t help but tilt her head back and release a cackle as V continued staring angrily at the road.

“I’m just fucking with you, puta. You know I love you.” The brunette adjusted herself in her seat, now sitting up straight. “Anyways, a little birdie sent me a note to meet them at this motel in town,” Frankie pulled out a wrinkled note from the pocket of her shorts, handing it to V, “Mira. Thought I could -you know- check it out.” V quickly snatched the piece of paper, silently reading it while keeping an eye on the road.

In town only for tonight. Meet me at the Woodland Motel at 8 pm sharp, don’t be late. See you there.

Ps. bring the thing XO

“The thing?” V quirked up a brow, turning to Frankie with a puzzled expression. All the brunette could do was shrug at her response, fixing her spaghetti strap. V scoffed as she shook her head in disbelief, “Do you even know who you’re meeting? It could be some crazy lunatic who’ll bash your brains out or make you end up in a tub full of ice with a missing organ!” Frankie reached to grab the note out of her friend’s hand as she was waving it around in the air. “Honestly, Frankie. Do you not see the red flags here?”

“Nope.” The brunette answered with a popping sound on the p, “Plus, I know him. Known him for a pretty long time. And besides-” she bends down, tracing her fingers on the smooth wood of her prosthesis. Finding the split crack, she gently pulled at it to reveal a hollowed compartment and a revolver nestled inside. “-if I ever am in danger. I always have this.” She took the gun out of its chamber, swaying it in the air.

---

Lighting another cigarette, the man watched from his car as the brunette struts out of the front office towards the parked convertible, bending down to lean against the car’s open window of the driver’s side.

The last time he saw her, her shaggy hair was long and vibrant, reaching down to her backside, her bangs acting as curtains to shield away her flaws, as she called it. Now her hair was short - below the ears and sleek, it reminded him of Betty Boop.

It was unclear what she was saying to her friend, but not even a minute passed when the convertible came to life and started to drive off, leaving the girl wiggly waving goodbye. Once the car was out of sight, she twirled in the direction of her room.

He couldn’t help but stare longingly at her ass. How her shorts hugged tightly around the brunette, revealing more of her curves and backside. Even her tight-fitted tank top that displayed her womanly busty’s made the man’s cock twitch as they bounced merrily.

When she entered the motel room, the man waited a couple more minutes, taking one good draw of his cigarette puffing out a cloud of smoke before exiting the vehicle. Throwing the cig on the ground, he swaggers across the street, taking out a spare room key from the pocket of his blazer, and approached quietly to the door to room 6.

---

Frankie let out a faint moan, feeling a wave of pleasure overtake her as she played frantically with her clit. Her face growing red hot, firmly cupping one of her breasts, whimpering lowly when she twisted the nipple to feel the burning friction and pressed down on a particular spot of her clit that made her see stars.

After she stepped inside the room, the brunette did not waste time quickly disposing of all her clothes and hopped daintily on top of the bed, not even bothering to turn on the light. She wanted to start slowly, gradually roaming her hands around her body and steadily rubbing her slit on the outer layer of her boxers, but the brunette was impatient. Hungry for the pleasure that would push her over the edge. Intimacy she hadn’t felt for a long time.

Now, sprawled out on the bed, Frankie writhed in frustration, her free hand clenching the pillow below her head as she concentrated on the small squelching sounds of her pussy from teasing her bud. Eyes shut tight, biting back her cries of bliss. She could feel it rising, the knot in her stomach tightening, aching to be released. Yet Frankie refused to, not wanting to climax so soon. Not without him.

She wondered where he was. Wishing -fuck- begging for him to show up and claim her, ruin her, make her a mess. Turning her head toward the nightstand, she saw the red numbers illuminate from the digital clock reading 8:22 pm. Maybe he was running late. The river always kept him busy and distracted, slowly drifting him away from her, leaving her to sink further into the watery depths of the current to drown. Maybe she was set up, that this was another one of the pin-up’s sick jokes to get back at her. Frankie’s chest ached tightly at the many dejecting thoughts consuming her, stopping and removing her hand out of her boxers. He’s not showing up, Frankie thought, tears beginning to cloud her vision.

Suddenly, a pair of hands swiftly grabbed her by the leg and thigh, pulling the brunette down at the edge of the bed. Frankie released a startled squeal, opening her eyes widely to see the dark outline of a man hovering above, two dimly lit orbs longingly staring at her. She gazed back up at the man with a slack-jaw, blushing. Wondering how long had he been here, watching her touch herself soundlessly. Her breath hitched, jolting when she felt the cold but comforting touch of the man, delicately tracing her slender frame. Sending her body trembling every time the tip of his fingers draw near a sensitive bit. He moves down to her breasts, burying his face between them, giving small pecks and soft bites of reassurance that left the brunette flush, turning her head to the side biting her fist to hold back the moans. Noticing this, the man then latched his mouth onto one of her nipples. Frankie hissed and jerked at the pleasurable shock as he sank his teeth into her, granting a loud moan to escape from her lips. She could sense the man looking up, smirking smugly. He repeated his action one more time, greedily wanting to hear her whines and soundless beggings.

Hooking a finger on the waistband of her boyshorts, he steadily tugged the fabric down, opening her legs to fully exposing her wetness. The brunette’s breathed heavily as the man left a trail of tender kisses, going down between her legs. Before he could press his lips against her heat, his hand brushed her thigh accidentally, making the girl flinch and back away out of instinct. He looked up at her with a furrowed brow, questioning what he did to make her panic and flee so slightly. Then it hit him. His eyes darted back at her leg and at the wooden prosthesis still strapped onto her mid-thigh, realizing the mistake he made. He looked back up to her, kissing her other leg apologetically, signaling that he wasn’t going to do anything she was thinking of again. Frankie mumbled an ok before moving hesitantly closer, carefully leaning back and opening her legs once more.

Immediately, he sinks his face into her cunt, dragging his tongue up and down her slit to savor her juice. Frankie whined and stirred, arching her back at the feeling of him vigorously eating her out. As his mouth focused on engorging her clit, he worked two fingers into her hole, perfectly sliding inside her.

The brunette choked out a moan at the intrusion, grabbing ahold of the bedsheets as he slowly dragged his fingers out and quickly shoved them back in, setting a rough pace that hit her g-spot with every thrust. Her hips began to move to meet his fingers and tongue as he proceeded to fuck her, picking up his pace and going knuckles deep. She felt pressure build in the pit of her stomach, increasing by the second. With a brisk roll of his tongue over her clit, Frankie arched her back and spasmed into a powerful orgasm.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Frankie’s eyes rolled back as her body shook violently, huffing out of breath at the sensation.

When the brunette came down from her high, she thought that was the end of it. Only for the man to grab both her hips and pulled Frankie closer to his face, continuing to burrow his tongue into her, repeatedly hitting her sweet spot. Frankie tensed up at the feeling of being stimulated again, bracing for another climax that was closing in. She reached down to try and pull his head away from her. To no avail, the man moving it away by extending his hand out to hers, fingers intertwined. No matter how many times she squirmed away from the man’s face, he would always go forward and proceed to work on her cunt, digging his nails into her skin. Then the brunette made an attempt to roll over to detach his lips from her folds, but it only flipped him over to his back, pulling her to sit on his face.

“S-stop. I-It’s too -fuck- It’s too much,” The brunette arose, gripping at the man’s hands as support, as well as to pry them open, “Fu-Fuck, I’m gonna- AH!” She cried out, snapping her head back as another orgasm came crashing shockwaves of ecstasy into her. The man emitted a mm, parting his lips away from her snatch to breathe. Frankie took it as an opportunity to free herself from him, wearily getting off and slumping next to the man on her back, also catching her breath.

Not even a minute had passed when she heard the metal clang of a belt and looked down to see the silhouette of the man seated upwards. He began to remove his pants, tugging them down to his knees, and turned to face the brunette.

“Just give me a minute.” She responded with a raspy voice, lifting herself gradually. Frankie perched at the side of the bed, unclasping the leather strap of her prosthesis. Removing her leg, she leaned it against the wall and crawled back to the middle, spreading out to present herself to the man. With a slight close-lipped smile, she purred, “Ready when you are, cariño.”

[sukiglycerin]

call it fate (or a christmas miracle) || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: bodyguard!katsuki bakugou x earthbending quirk!reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: bodyguard!au, fluff, some angst, fake dating, aNd thEre wAs OnE bEd

* words: 10.3k (help)

* warnings: swearing bc bakugou, too much backstory, idk what bodyguards even do, there’s a fight scene (in a similar lieu to the sports festival arc), hunter x hunter? no this is tsundere x tsundere, i want to hug bakugou, yes i imagine mr. tanaka to be the tanaka from kuroshitsuji, christmas is a very minor aspect of the story (but the title was too good to resist)

* original request from @apexqueenie​: Hnnnnnnnnnnnngh can I get a Bodygaurd Bakuboi x bratty reader who don’t like to be watched like a hawk cuz she wants to do fun things pretty please? // and from anonymous:  if it's ok, can I request Bakugou with a reader who has a quirk like earth bending please? // and from @killkurzyackerman​: ÒWÓ UR REQS ARE OPEN can u do a bakubabe with like lil sassy bad bitch vibe reader bc ive seen a lot of fics that sorta like softie or angel type and no offense theyre great but ya know sumthn diff this time please

* a/n: this is a very long fic, to say the least. i combined these three requests! though reader’s quirk doesn’t appear often, it conveys my thoughts on how bakugou would go about with that quirk. moreover, i hope this reader is badass? i realize that that characterization is quite hard for me. so, i hope you don’t see reader as super soft! i made them fight back against bakugou (literally, too) and kinda bratty hehe. i got to explore a lot of new things with this fic, so i hope they reach you well. this is a repost because it originally did not show up in the tags!

* synopsis: things had gotten boring with bakugou as your bodyguard. it was only until an interesting proposal by the man that things would change. well, maybe a little too much would change...

you, to be quite simple and honest, were getting tired of katsuki bakugou. he'd been your bodyguard for years (years! much longer than any other you'd hired!) and he was getting boring. dull. plain. any synonymous word would fit. he was boring like a 24 hour session of watching paint dry, monotone like a professor’s droning that never failed to put you to sleep. (perhaps he was even more spiritless than professor sato at the academy. he caught you sleeping no less than thirteen times in his class. the number didn’t even account for the times he didn’t catch you.)

to the untrained eye, katsuki bakugou is vibrant. he's aggressive, unruly, and ruggedly charming (somehow). he's a wonder in a suit-and-tie and the epitome of an oxymoron with his harsh words, rough hands, and crisp suit. it was that very reason you’d hired him; his personality excited you. it seemed unpredictable and it was a challenge.

like all other challenges, bakugou was not impossible. once the challenge was overcome, time flow was stagnant; you watched the ticking of a clock as the day passed by you. you’d gotten used to him and he’d gotten used to you. these days, he watched you like a hawk. you could never slip past those sharp eyes anymore, no matter what you did. he was not fazed by any of your antics (ticked off mildly, sure, but he could live with it).

“leave me alooooone,” you whined for the fourth time in an hour as you exited a mall. bakugou's hands were full of shopping bags filled with everything from clothing to the latest technological invention. you weren’t sure how he was supposed to protect you in that condition. though, to be candid - in the first place, you didn’t need protection. you attended a private institution designed to maximize the use of your quirk as a child and graduated with absolutely flying colors. on top, you’d taken various martial arts outside of school. you didn’t know why your parents were still concerned about your wellbeing. you handled it fine. around 99.9% of the time, you could easily beat your bodyguard in a fair fight. it was a regular practice for you; so common that there was a reward if a bodyguard could last longer than six months working for you. not that any of them liked to be called bodyguards.

“sweetheart, i would if i could,” bakugou gritted through his teeth. “pay’s too good to- goddamn, what did you even buy?” he’d stopped behind you to adjust his grip on one of the bags.

you hummed pleasantly, continuing at your same, leisurely pace. his question was a rhetoric; he watched you buy everything with your black credit card. you watched as a car pulled up in front of you.

“there’s our ride,” you said, brushing bakugou’s shoulder as you stepped into the car. he grunted in response, loading the car with your purchases.

“fight me with your quirk when we get home,” you said during the ride. “you have, what, a boom boom quirk?”

he made a noise in his throat, voice hard. “my quirk’s explosions. nitroglycerin.”

“dangerous,” you said through a smile. he’d never used his quirk around you, but you were already starting to see possibilities of strategies you could use.

“so says the master earthbender,” he retorted sarcastically.

you clicked your tongue. “we’ll see who wins in the fight, explodo-boy.”

“finally brave enough to challenge me, eh?"

“i was always this brave.”

“oh, give it up already, bakugou!” you directed another wall of rocky terrain toward bakugou, who blew up the land and sent rocks flying. his stance was hunched slightly, forehead matted with sweat. the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, coat long abandoned on the rugged terrain.

“tired already?” he snarled. he put his hands together, preparing for a bigger explosion. you didn’t let him have this opportunity, slinging a large rock to absorb the impact of the explosion. he dodged swiftly, to your disappointment, but his attack seemed to be subdued.

you used his delayed reaction time to try to trap him with terrain under his feet, but he was somehow a step ahead of you. you heard a popping noise; bakugou was propelled through the air, your rocks blasted already and a cloud of dust forming. you cussed under your breath, already moving yourself away from his estimated landing spot that was too close to you.

he sent crackling explosions to the bottoms of your feet, but you easily dodged them. you created a temporary platform of elevated ground to protect yourself from the small explosions, jumping off it and rolling away. he was already aiming a larger blast toward you, presumably expecting your escape route. you figured it’d be a directed blast to pierce through a wall. you knew that the explosion would be unavoidable. to counter, you created a line of walls resembling dominos. they acted as stairsteps; you quickly ran up to the highest you could conjure in the short time you had before bakugou hit them. you grabbed the closest piece of rock that you could and leapt as bakugou’s blast made contact with your steps, chucking the rock at him and aiming to kick him when you landed. you knew he had no power to counter, being unable to react quickly due to the powerful nature of the blast he’d conjured.

you were about to win when the door to the training facility opened. you froze, literally, in midair and frowned, turning to look at the intruder.

“fighting, young-?” one of the butlers, tanaka, said. he was an elderly man with a gentle voice, but his eyes always seemed to glint with a clandestine humour in it.

“you can call me by my first name. please put me down, tanaka,” you said, no malice in your voice. he nodded, and you softly landed on your feet next to bakugou. you’d known tanaka for far too long for him to use honorifics with you. he’d practically raised you as a child.

“you haven’t fought in a while,” tanaka commented. he conjured a water bottle (you never knew how he had the right things for the right occasions) and walked toward you.

you made a noise of acknowledgement. “and it seems i was just about to win.”

he smiled tenderly. “i’m sure.” he handed you the water bottle, which upon further inspection, you saw was ice cold.

“thank you,” you said, gingerly accepting the beverage. the water flowed soothingly down your throat, easing the aching that had formed due to all the dust you’d kicked up in the fight.

“mr. bakugou?” tanaka asked, offering another water bottle (seriously, where did he get that?).

“thanks,” bakugou took the bottle. he drank feverishly, quickly finishing the bottle in what must’ve been two seconds flat. so undignified.

“y/n, you have an appointment in 15 minutes with-” tanaka said as you capped your water bottle.

“oh, yeah,” you said, waving off the matter. “i got it.”

you brushed off the dust on your clothes and started toward the exit. bakugou was quick to follow you, nodding politely to tanaka.

bakugou stood outside the door during the meeting you had with your father. you were not a minute too late or too early when you stepped into your father’s office, freshened up and dressed in clean attire, the dusty clothing from your fight with bakugou long discarded. the smell of leather and mint enveloped you, reminding you of the days you’d play in your father’s office in your youth. the room was always dim, the light on your father’s desk being the brightest object in the vicinity when the curtains were pulled down. when you were younger, you liked to pretend the room was made of chocolate, as the color was so dominant on the interior. your father was not pleased to find five-year-old you trying to bite the corner of his desk, to say the least. 

the sight of his office was ever-so familiar to you, and once held a feeling of endearment in your heart. that was then; now, you only ever entered the room for a business-related matter. your face was blank, lips held in a thin line -  you anticipated the topic of the meeting since your father first scheduled it a week ago. it, quite frankly, was inevitable; you could be neither opposed nor favorably disposed to it.

“i’ve found a compatible match for you, y/n.” your father sat at his desk, eyes intensely trained on you. “they’re from a well-off family with a strong quirk.”

compatible. it didn’t mean they got along with you or would be a good partner; no, it meant that they matched the superficial criteria set by your family.

“yes, father,” you said indifferently. he nodded, as if already expecting the answer.

“you’ll meet them soon. we’re arranging the date,” he folded his hands on the desk. “tanaka will alert you of it when it’s finalized. that is all.”

you nodded, taking your cue to leave. giving the room one last glance, you started to push the door open, then paused. door halfway open, allowing outside light to stream into the dark room, you looked back at your father. it was now or never to ask, you guessed.

“father… we wouldn’t happen to be having a family gathering anytime soon, would we? for new years or anything...” you hadn’t had any in the recent years, but you’d figured you’d ask. the scent of homemade food and the comforting chatter of the gatherings always made your heart swell.

he grunted, not looking up from the papers he shuffled around in his hands. “no.”

“ah. okay,” you said, sighing quietly. you knew better than to get your hopes up for such things. you turned back to the light, where bakugou was awaiting you, and shut the door behind you with a thud.

you walked in silence.

“so, no plans for the holidays?” bakugou asked bluntly.

“eavesdropping, i see,” you deadpanned.

“shouldn’t’ve had the conversation in front of the whole damn world.”

you rolled your eyes. “what about it?” you asked. “my lack of plans, i mean.”

“well-” he coughed awkwardly into his sleeve, averting his eyes. “that old hag- my, uh, mom, somehow got under the impression that i’m no longer… single. probably because of my profession - she thinks it’s ridden with scandals like a damn drama - but, uh… she’s expecting me to bring… company home for our christmas dinner…. and i can’t ask any of my friends, ‘cause she knows them… i wouldn’t damn ask you if i had no other option…”

“thanks,” you interjected. you held your tongue from making a comment about how little friends he probably had. “anyway, why don’t you tell her no?”

he slouched. “have you met her?” he grumbled. “the hag won’t listen to me. trust me, i would’ve, but… you can’t refuse her, once her mind is set on something… she’s too stubborn for her damn good.”

“like you,” you remarked, earning a small shove from the man.

“pl-” he choked, “pl - ah, fuck - please can you go to the dinner with me? it’s just for a night and morning, i need you to fake being my date. i can tell her we broke up later or whatever, i just really need…”

your lip curled. a desperate bakugou was a rare sight, and you wanted to relish in it for as long as you could. you feigned further consideration.

“but there’s so much i would rather be doing…” you whined. it was a lie. all you wanted was some variation in your life; a dinner didn't sound too bad. perhaps there was a dark secret within the bakugou family you could exploit. 

“like what, wasting money?” bakugou muttered bitterly under his breath. you shot him a dirty look.

“fine, please?” he asked again. “there’ll be some damn good food… and, uh…” you tapped your foot with false impatience.

he cussed under his breath. “i’ll do whatever you want, damnit, just go with me! please!”

you cocked an eyebrow. “whatever i want?”

“yes, for a day,” he groused. “only a day.”

“alright!” you pumped your fist up. your father’s business training came in handy sometimes. “when’s the dinner?”

“this weekend,” bakugou said. “we also need to, uh, figure out how to act more… coupley.”

“...right,” you said. business class had not prepared you for that. “how the fuck do we do that?”

as it turned out, you two were not the best pair to fake a relationship. neither of you had actually been in a relationship prior to this. you didn’t really have time to date on top of your studies and such; you didn’t need to, anyway, because all of the people who were romantically interested in you bored you. their personality traits either consisted of rich or doormat. as for bakugou - well, he was bakugou. you couldn’t see anyone wanting to date that brute.

“i’ll pay,” you said upon entering a cafe. it was a big cafe, nestled in the midst of an even bigger mall. your tone was firm; there’d be no way bakugou would be paying. you looked up at the menu and said to him, “the usual?”

he was silent for a moment, and you almost thought he hadn’t heard you. he cleared his throat. “uh, yeah, sure. the usual.” weird.

you ordered yourself a drink and bakugou his usual order, a decaf iced caramel macchiato with light ice. he looked at you with a strange emotion on his face when you handed him his drink.you practically shoved it in his hands while he was too starstruck about god-knows-what.

the two of you settled at a booth (“table,” bakugou had argued. you eventually won the debate).

“so… trivia about each other, right?” you asked. “i guess we’ve got to get to know each other more.” he nodded. “well, first, you need to stop being so quiet. right now, you’re not my bodyguard or anything. we’re, uh…. dating. we’re partners. datemates. lovers.”

he choked on his drink at the word “lovers.” he sputtered, then gained composure. “yeah.”

“okay, i need to you to be more casual.”

“tch, who said i’m not casual right now?!” there it was; this was the bakugou you’d known when you first met him. he was awkward and amateur-ish, stumbling on his words and failing miserably at being polite. it was a fond memory. overtime, he’d obviously polished himself up (but only in the presence of you and your family).

“that’s more like it,” you said.

“tch.” he sipped his coffee, unrelenting to admit that you’d won.

“well, let’s cover basic facts. your birthday is april 20 and you like spicy food.”

he coughed again, setting his drink down. “yeah.”

“are you okay? d’you need water, or something? are the lights in here too bright?”

he shook his head, eyes still dazed with a certain unclarity. “‘m fine, idiot.”

you weren’t convinced. “...whatever you say.”

he took another sip, closing his eyes then continuing as normal. normal, in the standards of bakugou, of course. “i-i think i know damn well enough about you. don’t need to prove shit,” he grumbled the last bit.

“a little bit too well,” you muttered saltily. “well, this is a learning experience for me, take it or leave it. we need to get along at the dinner, don’t we?” you drummed your fingers on the table, eyes darting around at the cafe. the decor was pretty. 

he made a grievance under his breath, but nodded. “there’s my dad and my mom - the old hag - and me. i’m an only child.” figures. he continued, “they both work in fashion… yeah… my dad’s more quiet than my mom, she’s loud… apparently we’re a lot alike - don’t comment - but yeah, she’s my mom. they live in shizuoka, and it’ll be just them at the dinner. you’ll need to stay overnight...”

“seems… intimate,” you commented offhandedly.

he whistled. “you think?”

the gears in your head turned as you stared into the space over bakugou's shoulder at a large poster of some featured drink. it was all small talk to you, but you saw this meeting for what it was. an opportunity. it was your break from the uniform days plaguing you for the past week's - he wouldn’t need to watch over you, now your fake lover. lovers were equal. 

love - what was love? you didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. feigned or not, it was different. couples were moody, from what you could gather. one day they’d be hanging off each other’s limbs, and the next, they were bickering their heads off. it sounded fun, to be a couple with bakugou rather than his employer. you could say goodbye to normalcy and tedium.

you felt your lips turn into a smile as a plan developed in your mind, tapping the table at an increasingly faster tempo. who cared about the dinner? you were a fake couple! you could break away from the norm and find the things that made bakugou tick. you could gain a one-up over him. you could pick his personality apart piece by piece until it broke the monotony of daily life. you watched bakugou’s expression grow puzzled and frustrated. you pretended to be deep in thought, aware that bakugou was opening his mouth to make a snarky comment presumably about how the smile on your face was getting unnerving to him.

you didn’t let him speak, instead cupping your face in your hands and leaning in towards him. “how do you think we should become more intimate, kat-su-ki?”

you think you got soft over the years. when you first met bakugou, he was a rough little thing. being the same age as you, he was far less qualified compared to the other candidates to be your bodyguard. he looked out of place in his suit identical to everyone else. call it fate, or what you will, beckoning you towards him. when you first met him, you could’ve never imagined how far into the future you’d be stuck with the boy. all of the bodyguards you’d hired prior to bakugou’s appearance in your life didn’t last long. it wasn’t their fault; no, no, they were very competent. extremely competent - to the point it was boring, scrutinized under their meticulous gaze. you could do absolutely nothing under their watch, and where was the fun in that?

so, long story short, you hired bakugou for his incompetence. you’d low expectations for how long he’d last. you were surprised he could even put on a tie properly. from the way his hair spiked in every which way (“undignified!” your father had complained to you) and how his feet shuffled against the nice, newly polished cherry wood floors (“the scuff marks…”), bakugou was far from the epitome of a bodyguard. he couldn’t sit still and constantly made weird crackling noises (which you later learned were small explosions, not the concerningly incessant crack of his knuckles). the cherry on top to the disaster pie called bakugou, however, was his speech. he was polite, at face value, but also incredibly rough at face value. if you transcribed his words down, they’d be all standard formalities. it was the quirky way in which he presented his words; gritted out like somehow had forced him into this job. actually, scratch that, it was like this job was the be-all or end-all of his life. he was like an extremely tsundere shounen protagonist. he needed to win (“win what?” your father had laughed in disbelief) and be the very best. you'd… appreciate the sentiment more if you were his mentor in becoming a pokemon trainer.

of all the things bakugou was at the time, he was not a stoic old man nor a cold, indifferent boy who looked down on you snottily; he got the job. much to your father’s chagrin, of course. you’re pretty sure he had a backup bodyguard during the first month or so of bakugou’s employment, in case bakugou dropped out mysteriously for any reason. 

surprisingly, bakugou was competent, but not infuriatingly so. he had snark, and under any other employer he would’ve been fired in the first week. he did his job, and that was all. it was fun to tick him off, too, and so easy. it was - dare you say it? - cute. you wanted to watch him fall apart and leave, as so many others had. you waited for the day he’d get used to you or vice versa, when you’d wake up with nothing to look forward to. in the end, no one ever stayed with you. you could usually figure that out within the first week of a bodyguard’s services.

these days, you started feeling that way. bakugou was just becoming everyone else you’d ever hired. he was becoming everyone else. for some reason, though, you still clasped onto the thread of hope that maybe he was different, and that led you down a series of events trying to convince yourself he was different.

at the same time, you told yourself he was like everyone else. did you want him to stay or not? you didn’t know anymore. maybe fate would spin something good out of this, or maybe he would. you didn’t want it in your hands anymore.

being flirty was definitely not the best route of plan, but man, it was efficient. what better way to fake being a couple than organically develop that relationship? that was your bullshit reasoning to the logical part of yourself (when it was obviously far from the truth).

yeah, it was definitely not the best plan. you bored of it quite quickly, but couldn’t shake off the lasting feeling of fluttering in your stomach. you supposed it was because it was the most reaction you’d gotten from bakugou in months. you’d never seen him so disgruntled.

he was very, very blushy. you didn’t know how you hadn’t learned of it earlier. his cheeks were dusted strawberry red, matching the hue on the tips of his ears. ah, tsundere bakugou had returned for a short period of time. you wished you could've taken a picture of him.

you tapped the tip of his nose and he hissed at you, cheeks darkening a shade.

“a boop?” he scoffed indignantly in disbelief. “who calls it that? a five year old?” but you could tell that he really enjoyed it on the inside.

“what- what are you playing at, dumbass?” he swatted your hand when you tried to boop him again.

“c’mon, couples need to do coupley things, katsuki,” you cooed. “like overly affectionate pda~”

you didn’t know someone could get so red.

“since when did you call me by my first name?” he grumbled, unable to form any other type of response.

“since we started ‘dating,’” you teased back, realizing that watching bakugou become more and more uncomposed was more fun than you’d expected. he'd never become so open around you; after all, you'd had a strictly professional relationship prior, so bakugou never expressed any hint of a personality other than his behavior when he was first hired. it was a good change, in your eyes.

then, as you did of most things, you bored of it. sure, flustering bakugou was fun because he was so outwardly tsundere, but your attention span was short. he was already starting to recollect himself in record time, face cooling from a startling scarlet to pink and remarks becoming increasingly cohesive.

you're not even sure if he was aware of your gaze resting upon him as you half-assed responses and watched the gears in his head furiously turn. when he got real worked up, he pouted when speaking and occasionally slurred words together. his eyes tended to veer away when he thought of a response and he always got fidgety. 

eventually, you stopped teasing him. by this time, the ice in his drink had already melted and you were dangerously close to kissing him on the cheek (it was an impulse thing! you were not catching feelings!).

if there was one thing you learned, it was this: bakugou was truly a sight in his emotional state, though you could argue his unassuming state was equally, if not more breathtaking.

you noticed it as morning light illuminated him through the window of your room, hitting the silky fabric of your bedsheets around him. he was reading some book, dressed in comfortable attire that felt oddly domestic. maybe it'd be the most casual you'd ever see bakugou.

the thought struck a chord in you, making you wonder what'd happen after the dinner. it'd be awkward, for sure. it dawned on you that these moments with katsuki would vanish and things would go back to normal. they'd disappear into thin air, like nothing had ever happened. you weren't well educated in horology, but you were pretty sure that the time you'd spent with him would vanish as well, not to be spoken of or referenced ever again. time would keep trudging forward and you'd only be able to stare back as it disappeared on the horizon line.

you wanted to grasp the time that flooded your hands, encase the moment in glass and hold it in your palm forever.

"oi, idiot, what are you staring at?" and maybe it was the first time you truly heard bakugou's voice. it was rough on the edges with a soft core, you realized. maybe, after these couple of days, bakugou had started to care for you.

"nothing, stupid," you mumbled, returning your attention to your phone, but you couldn't shake off the newfound feeling that holed up in your heart. bakugou didn't care about you, you told yourself. you had a strictly professional relationship with him, and that was only broken for the time being because he needed a favour. 

right. this was all for a favor.

nights spent testing each other on the most miniscule of facts and afternoons spent telling each other stories about each other - it was all nothing. it wasn't a big deal, you repeated to yourself.

still, you couldn't help but to look back up at bakugou and let your imagination run. he wore a black shirt and sweatpants, a complete 180 turn from the typical three piece suit he normally wore. maybe this is what he'd look like in the mornings if you were a proper couple, not client and bodyguard - maybe in another universe. you could imagine his bedhead, hair all messy and eyes still worn with sleep, vastly different from the professional persona he had around you.  you'd wake up inhaling the scent of caramel and feeling his warmth surround you, feeling secure merely in his embrace. it'd be him and you in your own little bubble, unperturbed by the entire world.

wait, caramel? you wondered. where did that come from?

"you're staring again, dumbass," bakugou grunted, not looking up from his book.

"zoned out on the blandest thing i saw, sorry," you replied.

you sat in silence like that for a while. you weren't not exactly sure how it was bonding time for the dinner (were you sharing telepathic waves?), but it was comfortable like a fluffy comforter on a frigid winter day. it felt secure, like a home you never had in your own bedroom. every now and then there was the sound of a page turning from bakugou and a tap on your phone from you, and things never felt so normal. it was too short an eternity for you; before you knew it, you had some event to attend to for your father, solely there for the image of his company.

you didn't see the bittersweet look on bakugou's face as he watched you leave, or how he hadn't even finished a chapter of his book during the hours he'd sat with you. as his eyes followed your disappearing silhouette, bakugou wondered if he'd ever be able to see you like that again.

a foreign giddy feeling filled your chest as you got ready for the dinner with bakugou’s parents. you’d brought a bag for light travel packed with essentials (pyjamas, toothbrushes, and things like that), having planned ahead. you were typically indifferent to gatherings of any kind, having attended so many for your father. besides, this was a favor for bakugou. you weren’t sure why you were being so indecisive choosing an outfit for the dinner, or why your heart felt light as a feather, fluttering about in your rib cage boundless. this was no big deal, you told yourself. it’d only be bakugou and his parents; you’d spoken at gatherings of far more people with less nerves. you penned it down to only being excited for the food which was so coveted by bakugou. his mother, mitsuki, was apparently an outstanding cook (bakugou was apparently good as well), and you had to admit, you missed the heartening scent of homemade dishes. her specialty was spicy curry - your mouth watered at the thought. 

yes, you reassured yourself as you walked out of the door and met the fresh, winter air outside, you were only in it for the food. you had an abnormally fast heart rate and a spring to your step (as noted by bakugou) solely for the food. 

shizuoka prefecture was two hours away from your hometown, tokyo, and you forced bakugou to drive. the trip didn’t really feel like two hours, anyway, in your opinion. according to bakugou, that was only because you were sleeping the majority of the time and he was stuck with the dull task of driving and only the low hum of the radio to entertain him. 

“well, this is it,” you said to bakugou, approaching his parents’ home, bag in hand. it looked quite elegant on the outside, snow thinly blanketing the well-kept greenery in the front. you turned to look at him. his suit looked nicer than usual, on full display because he refused to wear a coat despite the frigid air biting at any bit of bare skin unsheathed on your body. (“just the perks of having a great quirk like mine,” he’d said. you punched his shoulder.) you huddled closer into the warm padding of your coat, watching your white breath dissipate in the air.

“it is,” he belatedly said. his face was atypically solemn, eyes downcast and seemingly lost in thought. you didn’t comment on it. something about the nippy winter air numbed the atmosphere, as if all warmth had subsided only to your coat. 

��do i look alright?” you asked him, trying to wipe away any last bits of drool you might’ve had on the corner of your mouth.

“yeah. you look… really nice,” he commented quietly. you didn’t mention that your bulky coat was covering the entirety of your attire. a heavy silence fell over the two of you.

anyway, the mood was quickly relieved by the presence of mitsuki bakugou, who greeted the pair of you at the door with her husband, masaru. bakugou really was a spitting image of his mother, sharing the same spiked blond hair and annoyingly clear skin with her. they also had similarly loud personalities, you observed later on. they’d often bicker with no real malicious intent. they were both much different compared to bakugou’s father, masaru, who was a gentle, soft-spoken man with brown hair and glasses. 

mitsuki met you with enthusiasm, eagerly asking you questions about yourself and your relationship with bakugou. it was strange to see bakugou so quiet; though, at some points in the conversation, he looked like he was going to be sick. you didn’t have time to ask him about it, occupied by his mother’s unending but well-meaning questions. you’d expected to fib for most of them, but the truth easily slipped from your tongue. even compliments about him were half-truths. 

"when we first met, he was like a fish out of water!" you recounted to mitsuki. "he stumbled on his words and my father didn't approve of him as my bodyguard. but, i pushed through, and here we are! right, katsuki?"

"r-right," he coughed, unable to look you in the eye and fidgeting nervously.

"it amazed me, too," mitsuki admitted. "i'd never seen our katsuki looking so polished before - it used to be a trouble getting him to even wake up at a decent time." she smiled at you. "you've brought a blessing on him."

bakugou cleared his throat. "don't talk about me like i'm not here," he grumbled.

"oh, katsuki," mitsuki cooed, pinching bakugou's cheek. "masaru, let's prepare dinner." she looked at you and bakugou. "the two of you don't need to worry about a thing - oh, you still have your bags! i’ll put them in katsuki’s room."

upon the absence of bakugou’s parents, the two of you sat beside each other without a word. 

“are you… feeling alright?” you asked suddenly, breaking the silence. “you don’t look so well.”

“fine,” he grunted. “i’m fine.”

“are you sure?” you teased in an attempt to lighten the mood. “not nervous meeting the parents?”

he cracked a small smile, but his fingers still nudged each other in his lap. you touched his shoulder, first in an attempt to comfort him, but soon realized that he was very toasty. you scooted towards him; he stared at you with an surprised, indecipherable expression. you linked his arm with yours and leaned into him, inhaling his cologne and bathing in his warmth.

“what?” you mumbled. “you’re warm.” you intertwined his fingers with yours. “warm,” you happily cooed, eyes slipping shut. 

“jesus christ,” bakugou hissed. “you’re freezing. is it humanly possible for your hands to be this cold?” his other hand enveloped your hand (still being held by his), rubbing his thumb soothingly on the heel of your palm. a bubble of warmth fizzed inside you, heart effervescing like a carbonated beverage. he held you long after your hand had passed room temperature, and you sensed that maybe the fuzzy feeling jittering about you wasn’t his quirk. it was like some sort of low fire, crackling deep within you. you hadn’t much time to dwell on the thought when your eyes jolted open, smelling really, really good food wafting from somewhere near.

“look at the lovebugs,” you heard mitsuki murmur, standing in the doorway connecting the kitchen to the living room leaning on her husband. “dinner’s ready,” she softly said upon noticing your eyes on her. 

your eyes widened, looking down at the hand entwined in yours, and you look at the man next to you. bakugou was sound asleep, tranquil slumber having sheathed itself around him. his head leaned against the top of the couch, mouth slightly agape and chest falling rhythmically.

“hey,” you whispered. reluctant to let go of his hand, you used your opposite hand to tap his shoulder lightly. “hey, sleepyhead.”

bakugou groaned, eyes still closed and body unmoving. “five… more… minutes…”

“sure,” you said easier than you expected. you immediately let go of the man’s hand (he reached out toward you blindly at this) and stood up. “i’ll just eat all of that food you've been looking forward to by myself…” mitsuki and masaru looked at you fondly.

“nice try, dumbass,” he said gruffly, standing up and putting a hand on your shoulder. his eyes were lidded with torpor and his voice was an octave deeper. it sent shivers down your spine - you hadn’t ever heard his voice like that - and a part of you wanted to hear it again. sadly, the effects of sleep passed him quite quickly; by the time he’d said “let’s eat, dumbass,” and made his way to the dining room, his voice was back to normal.

dinner consisted of scrumptious-looking (and tasting!) chicken katsu, curry, and even more conversation. your mouth watered as you spooned yourself the perfect ratio of rice, curry, and chicken in one bite. you politely raved to bakugou’s mother about her heavenly cooking, and bakugou never looked so proud or embarrassed in his life. masaru discussed fashion with you, mitsuki occasionally chiming in and offering to show you pictures of young bakugou modelling. you courteously declined for the fear of bakugou’s face getting any redder than it was already. 

“y’know, katsuki really wanted to be a pro-hero when he was younger,” mitsuki reminisced. “he even was accepted at that really prestigious hero school, ua.”

you looked at bakugou with questioning eyes, and he shook his head dismissively, hesitant to the topic. you wondered what he was doing here, as your bodyguard, rather than the hero he aspired to be. it wasn’t like he’d be unable to become a sidekick once out of ua, so what happened…?

at the end, you seemed to have gotten the approval of mitsuki and masaru. your heart twisted in pain realizing who you were and why you were here; this was asked of you, nothing real. you pushed the thought away, returning to the dining room after washing your hands. 

“oh, my!” mitsuki exclaimed as you entered the dining room. “it’s getting late.” she turned to you. “we don’t have a guest bedroom, so you’ll have to share a room with katsuki, if that’s alright?”

you looked to bakugou, who seemed lost in his own thoughts. “sure, i don’t mind,” you replied. 

“i’m sure you’d love to see bakugou’s childhood room.” this brought bakugou abruptly to his senses; his eyes rounded, face looking like a deer caught in headlights. 

a smile tweaked your lips. “i’d love to.”

you didn’t know what you were expecting when mitsuki opened the door to bakugou’s room. certainly, though, you were not expecting this. his room was decorated from head to toe with all might merchandise, carefully collected through the years. it could’ve been worse, you admitted to yourself, but bakugou’s interest in all might surprised you. the level of admiration bakugou had for the former symbol of peace was clear, plastered on the wall posters and figurines which dotted his bookshelves. 

“of course,” misuki said, “this is all really from his middle school days. he had to move to a dormitory system in high school, and i’m afraid he didn’t take much along with him…”

you tilted your head at bakugou, who’d taken particular interest in the ground with his hand sheepishly on the back of his neck.

“it’s cute,” you reassured him gently.

“though katsuki’s bed is pretty big, we could pull out a futon if you’d like…” 

“it’s alright.” shit. why did you say that? noting the bewilderment on bakugou’s face, you added, “we are dating and all…” you mentally smacked yourself for assuming bakugou would be comfortable sleeping in the same bed as you. “yeah,” bakugou said, much to your shock.

“that settles it!” mitsuki smiled. she winked. “don’t stay up too late.”

after mitsuki and masaru bade you goodnight and closed the door behind them, you were left alone with bakugou.

“hey, is that a picture of you?” after looking around the room, your eyes fell on a framed photo sitting on bakugou’s dresser. you reached for it, recognizing a familiar spiky haired blonde boy proudly holding a trophy.

“wait-” the frame was already held in your hands.

“aw, you were such a cute kid.” you teased, “can’t say the same about now.”

he huffed, ears reddening. “there’s a photo album on the bookshelf,” he mumbled, pointing to a thick looking book on his bookshelf. you eagerly plucked it from the shelf, holding it like a precious treasure in your two hands. he shoved his hands into his pockets and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you open the photo album. 

the first photo was a baby photo, of course, and you could feel that it was taking every part of bakugou not to rip the book from your hands and scorch it all out of embarrassment. the first few pages were those of baby bakugou, eating food with his hands or playing with his parents. as the book progressed, you watched him develop a quirk (blowing up a vase) and become interested in pro-heroes (clutching an all might doll to his chest with a big smile on his face). the photos became more scarce as bakugou grew, but he seemed to grow happier. paging through photos of him in high school, the man’s gaze seemed to grow softer and fonder. his high school pictures consisted of him either standing in front of the famous ua or making an indifferent face with a group of his friends, who looked vaguely familiar from somewhere. upon further inspection, it dawned on you. you could recognize them all - they were young versions of the pro-heroes red riot, pinky, chargebolt, and cellophane. they regularly appeared on your newsfeed for one heroic deed or another, so it came no surprise to you that they attended the famed ua high. 

as for bakugou, though? you couldn’t understand what he was doing there, or rather, here. if he graduated ua, he’d be right on track to become a pro-hero, not a bodyguard. 

bakugou already sensed your revelation, shutting the book and putting it down. sitting on the bed, he squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“i know what you’re thinking,” he stated. he took a shaky breath. “i’m- i’m not ready to talk about it.” 

“okay,” you replied. “i think… we should get some sleep. you have to drive back tomorrow.”

he snorted. “me?” 

you nodded like it was a given.

the night was long, dragging in the same manner that you’d trudge through deep snow with weights on your ankles. it wasn’t that bakugou’s old bed was uncomfortable; it was surprisingly plush. you laid awake, though, as the clock ticked by and the house went silent. you felt as stiff as a wooden board, staring at the dark ceiling and thinking about everything and nothing.

your thoughts first strayed to bakugou’s childhood, and how he’d seemed the poster child for an aspiring pro-hero. how could he have given that up? he had friends, dreams, and a path open to his aspirations. yet somehow his life had deviated into this, pretending to date you for his parents’ sake.  

it felt strange to lay in his bed in his parents’ house and not to really call him yours. not that you wanted to call him yours outside of this scenario. definitely not. it was just the guilt gnawing at you that impaired your proper judgement - your conscience felt pity. you pulled off a large lie to bakugou’s parents that you were dating when in reality, you’d never even gone on a proper date with the man; for all you knew, he could be a terrible person. he could have terrible dating manners and leave to the bathroom when the check comes in an attempt to force his date to pay. it was hard to imagine, but hey, you reasoned to yourself, it was a possibility.

“can’t sleep either?” bakugou’s deep voice startled you. you thought he’d fallen asleep hours ago.

“yeah,” you snorted. “and here i thought you were in the habit of always sleeping early,” you referenced his mother’s stories of him in middle and high school. you turned on your side to face the man.

“kinda hard with five different all mights staring at me,” he joked, gesturing to his plethora of all might-themed decorations.

you imitated all might’s larger than life voice. “i am here! … to watch you sleep!”

bakugou first snickered, which then transitioned into a full-blown, unrestrained (yet somewhat hushed) laugh. you couldn’t help but laugh too, watching his features crinkle and gummy smile widen. your heart felt peculiar in your chest, but you couldn’t figure out the feeling. in the years you’d known him, you’d never seen him so relaxed or open. you knew you’d miss moments like this in the morning, when you’d drive back and the deal would be over. it sent a bittersweet pang to your heart - why couldn’t moments like these last forever?

you woke up to find bakugou gone, leaving you alone in the bed with only a warm indentation next to you letting you know he’d just left. you rubbed your eyes groggily, sitting up and pushing the covers aside. you swung your legs over the edge of the bedside, standing up and making the bed once again. you padded out of the all might-furnished room to the kitchen, where you could hear quiet footsteps and the sizzling of a frying pan.

“someone’s finally awake,” bakugou’s husky voice remarked. he was standing at the stovetop, wearing an apron over his nightwear and frying eggs. sleep had worn his voice deeper; you swooned at the domestic sight before you. no, it wasn’t swooning, you told yourself. just… appreciation. you really wanted to make a comment on his muscles, bulging from his short-sleeved shirt.

“that looks really yummy,” you said, in no way whatsoever referencing his biceps and definitely referring to the egg in the pan.

“i’d like to pretend that was an innocent comment, but the direction your eyes are looking at beg to differ,” bakugou deadpanned. you looked away, flushed.

“so, whatcha making?” you said, plopping yourself on a chair. 

“eggs, rice, natto, miso,” he said. “but nothing for you until you change and brush your teeth.”

you stuck your tongue out at him. “who are you, my mom?” you continued, “i used to hate natto when i was younger.”

“it’s good for you,” bakugou said, moving the egg onto a plate of steaming rice.

“you sound a lot like my mom,” you replied. “but i like natto now, just not too much of it.”

“i liked natto when i was younger,” bakugou said.

“really? all of my friends hated it. they complained about the smell.” you reminisced about your childhood days, when your biggest worry was whether you had homework or not.

“speaking of smell? your breath. go brush your teeth.”

“wh- i’m so far from you, there’s no way-”

“no hygiene, no food.”

“who even says that?” but you were already out of your chair and heading towards the bathroom.

“oh, by the way,” bakugou said as you were halfway through emptying your plate with rice in your mouth, “what do you want?”

“wha?” you said, chewing the egg-natto-rice mixture in your mouth. “what?”

“the deal,” he said. “before my parents wake up.”

“the deal-?” you racked your mind for any deal you’d made in the recent days, as you weren’t much a gambler, then it hit you. the deal. in an attempt to convince you to pretend to be his date, he’d said he’d do whatever you wanted for a day in exchange. you hadn’t thought about it at all.

“um,” you said intelligently. what did you want? you wanted to spend more time with him, but there would be no way…

“take me ice skating.” he choked on his rice.

“what?”

“i really want to ice skate…” you lied. “i’ve never been.” another lie.

“you want to go ice skating with me?”

“pay for me.” you could’ve paid for yourself. “and, you have terrible dating skills. how are you supposed to get a real partner? consider this beneficial for yourself.”

he blinked, taken aback. “...okay,” he agreed, dumbfounded. you hoped he couldn’t see through you. “when?”

“today, duh.”

by the time you finished your plate, bakugou’s parents had woken up to bid the two of you farewell. hours later, you found yourself at an outdoor ice skating rink in tokyo.

the rink was decorated festively; surrounding trees had been wrapped in golden lights and there was something in the atmosphere which bustled with cheer. those skating were either children or couples, laughing and skating together. you told yourself not to pay too much attention to them, but there was something about the way they looked so happy that made you yearn for the same.

you clumsily clomped toward the entrance of the rink itself, clad in four layers of warm clothing and worn rental skates. cold air nipped at your cheeks and your breath was a snowy white before your eyes. patting your cheeks in an attempt to half hype yourself up and half warm yourself up, you tensely stepped onto the frozen water. clunk. clunk. 

“you look like an idiot,” bakugou said as you made your way onto the ice with slow clunks. he was surprisingly cocky about his skating prowess once he’d gotten his skates on, despite his lack of experience on the ice. he was unaffected by the chilly weather, wearing a thin jacket and denim jeans despite the vast majority of other skaters wearing winter coats. 

“it’s cold,” you responded. slippery ice beneath your feet, you suddenly felt a great deal less confident in your ice skating abilities. it might as well have been your first time skating, in the eyes of bakugou. you took baby steps on the ice, both hands gripping the side rails while bakugou glided breezily past you. 

“c’mon, idiot, loosen up~”

easy for him to say. “i’m- trying,” you gritted out, attempting to copy his fluid motions. 

“hey, dumbass, take my hands.” bakugou stopped in front of you, both hands outstretched for you to hold. you looked at him warily, then accepted the offer, his hands replacing the railings. 

“don’t hold them that hard,” bakugou said. “i’m not going to drop you. relax.”

you nodded, gulping as you released your death grip on his hands. starting to skate backwards (an incredible feat in your eyes), he slowly guided you along the edge of the rink. you spent most of the time staring at your own feet, trying to keep your balance and rhythm in time with bakugou’s. once you seemed to get the hang of it, he sped up ever so slightly, loosening his grip on your hands.

“just like that,” and his voice was much gentler than you’d ever heard it. you looked up to meet his soft gaze. your heart leapt and he quickly averted his eyes. “um,” he coughed awkwardly. “i think you’ve gotten the hang of it.”

“okay.” you started to let go of his hands, testing your balance skating without anything to hold onto. in small amounts at first, you start to let go, allowing your strides to become longer and longer. bakugou matched your pace beside you and eventually, the two of you fell into conversation. you’d both forgotten your own words about how this was for him to gain dating experience; it felt too real to be practice.

“the truth is, i was really, really close to becoming a pro-hero,” he confessed, “but i was injured in my third year. i had to take a break for a year or so, but by that time, i was too rusty for the job.” 

“but-” you said, almost stumbling on the ice at the revelation, “didn’t you do all that training-?”

he shrugged. “it’s the reality of it,” he said dismissively, a momentary shadow crossing his face. he recomposed. “i’m over it now.”

you had the slight suspicion that his words didn’t ring quite true, but let go of it. still, you couldn’t help but think about all of his all might decor - he must have idolized the man, only to fail at his dream. his room was like a memento to everything he wanted yet couldn’t reach. “you wouldn’t have met me if you hadn’t become a bodyguard,” you said cheerily in an attempt to distract both him and yourself.

“true,” he smiled. then, almost to himself, he added, “i don’t regret that.”

the two of you skated a couple more laps around the rink. conversation faded and your feet became more and more sore after skating for so long. a chill had settled itself onto your bones as the sky tinted in anticipation of the evening to come.

“we should get going now,” bakugou said. “before it gets too cold.”

“yeah-” your phone buzzed in your pocket. “hang on, give me a second.”

it was tanaka, telling you that you had a date scheduled by your father in two hours. it took you a moment, it really did, to remember who you were and what your priorities truly lay.

you made it a point not to tell bakugou what the call was about on the way back. you told him it was about a business deal, and he pretended to buy it. the car ride was desolate, lacking all warmth despite the heater blasting. you felt guilty; why had you lied to bakugou? you and he both knew you were lying about the business deal. was it pity? why had you felt the need to protect him?

you could only amount it to the fact that maybe bakugou was becoming a friend. maybe bakugou was becoming someone you never wanted to hurt. your thoughts were the only thing you could hear over the buzz of the car’s heater. you looked to the sky with imploring eyes as if some cloud on the lavender-tinged atmosphere listened and could provide you an answer. 

you weren’t sure if it was the clouds’ doing or some star hiding behind the sun’s light that washed a sense of solemness by the time you returned to meet tanaka at the gates. it was almost enough to make you forget the sad feeling you held whilst looking at bakugou one last time before stepping out of the car to greet your old butler. the feeling was unfathomable to you; in your daze on the ride back, there’d seemingly been no reason for such a feeling to linger in your heart. why had you felt so much guilt, so much sadness for this man you were supposed to be strictly on business relations with?

not that you’d done this, anyway. your business relationship with bakugou ended the minute you agreed to that favour he’d proposed, and was further broken when you ice skated together. you wondered if he felt the same as you, or if things would return to the way they had been after this date tonight. somewhere deep in you hoped it wouldn’t - hoped he wouldn’t forget it all. (“stay here,” you’d told him when you stepped out of the car. his stare was vacant; would he? you weren’t sure why you even asked.)

“tanaka,” you said stiffly. the air was frigid around you (when had the temperature dropped so suddenly?) and a breeze wrapped itself around your legs. an impulse told you to turn back, look at bakugou, and tell him the things you left unsaid - but you didn’t. 

“y/n,” he nodded. it was like a wake-up call. this was who you were, truly. your father’s pawn, his company’s pawn. you were a face used for business and nothing more. you traded your feelings for your father’s wealth - that’s who you were.

yet it was the past two days that made you feel more like yourself than ever before. the time spent with bakugou, of all people, made you feel genuinely happy. he made your name feel more like yours than your father’s. it seemed it was he who could only coax this feeling out of you. you, certainly, couldn’t imagine it being anyone else. there was something unlike anything you’d experienced before which bakugou gave you. but you couldn’t let your father down, could you?

“y/n, we must go now,” tanaka urged. 

you didn’t look back.

bakugou watched you leave with an inscrutable expression. as soon as you vanished from his sight, he let out a deep sigh and bashed his head on the steering wheel, then rubbed the spot of contact. that would leave a mark.

he wished he could pretend he didn’t know what your sudden meeting was about. he couldn’t. what kind of bodyguard was unaware of his client’s schedule? you were going on a date, on account of your father’s absolutely superb matchmaking skills. he wanted to strangle the bastard. 

god, he was an idiot to have gotten his hopes up about you. just like countless other things in his life, you were unattainable. he was constantly in pursuit of the impossible, it felt, yet none of his endeavours’ ends had quite felt like this. it started when he was a child with a newly developed quirk. constant words of praise fluttered around his ears, all applauding his strong quirk and natural intelligence. it continued when he entered school, winning academic and athletic awards for what everyone called his talents. (he remembered looking up the definition of “talent” in a dictionary in his elementary school’s library and being sorely disappointed. no one had seen the hours he’d dedicated to practicing and studying after school - all of that couldn’t amount to what everyone else had called natural talent.) 

in doing so - winning all those competitions - he’d somehow earned the approval of all those around him. it was never something he’d wanted or aimed for, but it soon started to fit him like a custom-tailored outfit. somewhere along the way, he started to seek out the approval of others, flaunting his accomplishments to do so. however, as years went by, one thing became apparent: the tactics used on his peers and teachers would never gain his parents’ approval. he so yearned for a tad of his parents’ praise or satisfaction; even an “i’m proud of you, katsuki,” from them would’ve sent katsuki to the stars and back. he never was quite sure, as a youth, how to gain this prize, so to speak. and so, for the sake of his parents, he became stronger and stronger and thus began his journey to attain the first impossibility in his life.

high school, at once, came knocking on his door in the midst of this endless journey. with it came izuku midoriya, the boy katsuki had bullied in middle school. this time, though, it was izuku who was stronger; katsuki had so wanted to atone for all that he’d done to the boy, but it proved something impossible. on the physical level, izuku had already forgiven him and moved on. it wasn’t enough for katsuki, who’d really done nothing to deserve izuku’s kindness. so katsuki set off, trying to truly deserve the boy’s forgiveness and make up for everything he’d done. in katsuki’s mind, there would be nothing he could do that would balance out the weight of his actions to izuku. hence unraveled the second impossibility katsuki set up for himself.

the third impossibility found itself in katsuki’s third year at ua academy. he was working for his parents’ approval and atonement for izuku; this impossibility, though, would send everything crumbling down. impossibles, unlike any math equations covered during his schooling, could not be cancelled out the more brought into the equation. it was perhaps katsuki’s only salvation and lifeline, his passion to become a hero. fate snatched this very possibility from katsuki’s hand, snapping the lifeline and dangling it just out of his reach. all of it was cruel - the sympathetic words spoken from recovery girl’s lips and the weeks katsuki had to sit out of hero training. even worse was how katsuki watch his grade drop from one of the top in the class to only passable in general studies, no longer sharp enough to qualify for a pro-hero. by the time he healed, he was rendered unable to rejoin the hero course. his goal was thrown away easily, becoming another impossibility.

katsuki trained himself physically for a new job. an acquaintance had introduced him to being a bodyguard, and katsuki figured that was close enough to being a hero. not that he particularly enjoyed the notion of waiting on someone’s every beck and call. but through and through his countless impossibilities and misfortunes, he had to move forward. he was tired, so tired - hearing his parents’ disappointed voices on the phone and looking up to see a billboard of the newest top pro-hero, deku. when he foolishly and naively got his hopes up about you, the logical part in him knew it was doomed. he knew that as he stared at you, illuminated by a golden light in your bedroom, it was ill-fated. you were a miracle opening up a new life to him - but miracles weren’t real.

of all the impossibilities in his life, you were the most painful. why was he cursed in such a way? where had the happiness in his life gone, if not with you as you walked away from him? he stared at his suit cuff, suffocated in the stupid attire. he should never have taken this job. 

a knock. another knock. three more rapid knocks, and he finally looked up to see your eager face looking at him from the passenger side window. he hastily unlocked the car door with a click.

“finally,” your exasperated voice said to him, tinged in a happy hue that he’s confused by. 

“wh-where’s tanaka?” katsuki stuttered. “your date-”

“i did it, bakugou.” you beamed at him. “i refused. i said no.”

“wha-what? you refused what?” 

“the date, duh!” you laughed. you grew quiet. “i realized something. i realized that all i want is you, and it’s… it’s about time i start taking control of my life.”

katsuki cracked a smile. a real one, not painful like so many others he’d faked before. “you’re a dumbass, you know that?” and it was endearment, bringing you close to his heart. 

maybe fate had decided to bless him. maybe it was all the impossibilities in his life that had cancelled each other out to give him you. 

“oh, and by the way,” you said, changing the topic. “i’ve been thinking a lot about it recently. we need to have a rematch for that sorry excuse of a fight we had the other day. i will have an undisputed victory over you.”

“you’re on, moron.”

it was definitely fate that brought katsuki to you.

[xxxmisslxxx]

This Is Me.....

......so I'm new to this .... I'm hoping I can just vent here and also get those feelings out in the universe... because apparently its “bad to supress things.” 

I will keep some details anonymous because .... well the internet you know?

I'm a 35 year old Female from a small town that has eventually over the years turned into a huge over populated town, been here pretty much all my life and seen all the changes ..

I've been with my partner for almost 19 years now and some days it can be a challenge haha  you know how you love them to death but also want to kill them at the same time? now that's love hehe.

We have one child that's 2  and this is my main reason for starting this blog...

see i have infertility.... there i said it out loud .... its not something some women can say out loud or even want to discuss... i feel like it is because the fairy-tale is you get the guy, you get married and you have kids... seems simple right? its the way most little girls thinks it happens... but its isn't reality for some women... and I'm that person. 

We had tried for years .. many years of unprotected sex and nothing, and the fear and numerous thoughts go through your mind of what's wrong with me? or is it him? what if its both of us? so we decided to go get checked... and this is where the long journey started......

we did countless hours of internet searches trying to find “the right dr for us” , we found a fertility clinic and made our first appointment.. i was so scared of the outcome and what the dr will say, she was super nice but between you and me she had no personality haha kind of flat talking which i found a tad funny literally no facial expressions hahahaha but again super nice and understanding.

She sent us both for tests, from blood, scans to sperm to me having a HSG to check to see if my tubes were not blocked (PS OUCH!!!!!) all came back normal ... i knew i had polycystic ovaries but she definitely confirmed it as it never was actually confirmed by my other drs, see my periods were NEVER regular i could get my period from 28 days to 54 days so i could never pick ovulation in my cycles, she also confirmed i have an underactive thyroid and thyroid antibodies so she prescribed me thyroxine to take for the rest of my life.

so after all that we decided to go for IVF and she was happy to help us out and take us on ..

so first day of period came and i started medications seems easy ... not for me!!! i cant swallow tablets at all to save my life haha so definitely something to get use too (ps still to this day im not use to it) once that finished i started a nasal spray day and night, then a couple of weeks later the injections ... i actually found the injections easier then tablets lol i literally gag every time. first scan was due to check the follicles and they were doing great and was on track. i actually had no idea what to expect at this scan, a week went by and another scan was due to see how they were processing .... they were textbook apparently so they scheduled me an egg collection to go ahead with, i was so super nervous as i didn't know what to expect.

the night came where i had my final injection ... the “trigger injection” which helps the potential eggs to mature for collection ... and then the egg collection was to follow.

EGG COLLECTION DAY- omg was i nervous and no idea what to expect as i seen videos on YouTube of the procedure and oh my god it looked like it hurt i was FREAKING out!!! luckily it was nothing like that. i was laying in the hospital bed waiting for them to come get me. they came and wheeled me into the procedure room they were all so nice to me and comforted me to make me feel comfortable... then the dr inserted a cannula in my arm and said ok were administering the drugs now and i should start to feel it... all i remember it the room spinning then nothing haha it was such a weird experience since ive never had any stiches or operations in the past .... it was like i lost time is the only way i could explain it .... hubby was with me in recovery and said do you remember this and that etc. i was like nope haha. the nurse came in and told us we got 11 eggs which was a really good number we were pretty happy with that number she said they will call us tomorrow with the number of how many fertilised. i felt i fair bit sore so i got some pain medications and went home to sleep it off.

to be continued for another day ................. 

[synchronmurmurs]

2 for Evette! 21 for Liviere! 25 for Punchy! 12 for assistant!reader! 50 for witch!reader! And 19 for All of them!

😭 Hooorgh omg there are so many thank you 💖💖💖 This took... a lot longer to do than I anticipated I’m so sorry skjfh I’ve had this open for ages, but I was so tired today HAHAHA.

2. How long would they last in the zombie apocalypse?

Unlike her idol Frank West (who exists in some form in the DMC universe, I have decided this now ok, let me have this THIS IS MY SELF INDULGENT OC OK!!!!!), Evette has not survived a zombie outbreak. 😔 But she’d probably get by okay for about as long as she has ammo. 🤣 Evette is resourceful and has pretty decent survival skills, but as a photojournalist, she doesn’t have much combat experience. Hence firearms.

21. If they had to bury treasure, how would they hide it?

Liviere would honestly just throw it into Fortuna Castle somewhere asdklhj. Nobody goes there except for her and the odd troublemaker/journalist who wants to make it big (so someone like Evette LOL). Not even Nero goes there anymore unless some hapless stranger (like Evette...) wanders in. 🙄 And the demons who sometimes prowl around there have no interest in treasure. It’s perfect.

25. If there was a day held in their honor, what would people have to do on that day?

The Purge, but limited to petty crimes. She’s killed people before, but she doesn’t actually advocate murder. 😬 It just... sort of comes with the job. That One Guy totally deserves it though.

Okay for real, I don’t actually know. Punchy doesn’t want that sort of prestige and fame; having people be afraid of her is enough. 🤣  “Do whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care, I’m going home.”

...but if she could remain anonymous, she might advocate for every single person to go adopt an animal. I’m sure you can understand why she’d want to remain anonymous.

12. What’s a skill or craft they would like to master, but haven’t?

Assistant!reader wants to learn how to get around the Biancos sllskdf. Call it a petty grudge, but she still doesn’t know how to get by them without them noticing, but by god she’s going to fucking do it. Except once that happens, that’s when the Alto Angelos are produced and she’s just

50. What topic could they give a 20 minute presentation on with no preparation?

So Rosetta could probably yammer on and on about demon summoning in general, since... ya know, that’s her job and all: choose your ritual carefully, choose your circle carefully, FOLLOW ALL THE DAMN STEPS TO THE LETTER, WHEN ESTABLISHING YOUR VERBAL CONTRACT PICK YOUR WORDS CAREFULLY DEMONS CARE SO MUCH ABOUT THE FINE PRINT AND THAT IS LITERALLY LIFE OR DEATH DON’T MAKE IT AMBIGUOUS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

...things you may not know about Rosetta: she angy. But only because she has a lot of pride in her work. What she does in her own personal time notwithstanding. 🤣🤣

19. If they could shop for free at one store, what would it be?

Liviere: Red Grave’s black market counts as one store, right? 👀 All the little bits and bobs for her pet projects are expensive ok. 

Punchy: Probably at whatever you call stores that sell gym equipment. 🤣 Sporting stores? But tbf, Punchy already has a set up that has everything she needs in it, and... she’s also loaded anyway HAHAHA

Rosetta: Lingerie store. We all know that stuff EXPENSIVE.

Assistant!reader: OH DID YOU MEAN EVERY STORE THAT SHE VISITS? Because every place she walks into is potentially one where she can “shop” for free. 👀👀 She might work under a law abiding, rule following weenie (whom she loves), but she was a thief before that. But for the sake of answering the question, probably a 

Evette: An antique store. This is partly why she ends up finding Fortuna to be really charming. 😌

Hehe thank you to everybody who sent something in...!! 💖💖 If you still wanted to hit this up, just send me some numbers and some OCs!! My girls are: Liviere (Pact!reader), Punchy (self indulgent OC), Rosetta (witch!reader), Assistant!reader (Verses of Fortune), and Evette (self indulgent photojournalist OC). I’m always down to ramble about my OCs. It’s so much fun getting to think about things you might not have considered before!! 😤

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

박우진, Park Woojin

anonymous asked:

hihi!! i would like to request some fluff with woojin from AB6IX, I’m not sure if you do requests outside your prompt lists but, maybe a scenario where the reader is youngmin’s bestfriend and she has always lowkey had a crush on woojin hehe and some cute youngmin bestfriend moments thank youu

Group: AB6IX

Member: Woojin (and a considerable amount of platonic Youngmin)

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“Hey!” you snapped at Youngmin, pushing his hands away from your head. “I said you could touch my hair—not mess it up!”

The boy laughed at your antics. “I wasn’t messing it up,” he defended himself. “I was giving it character.” 

You rolled you eyes. “What kind of a screwed up character were you giving it?”

He thought for a moment. “Frankenstein’s wife?” he offered. “That kind of feeling.”

You pulled your fist back, like a threat to punch him, but you both knew better than that. You could never hit that idiot. You both just ended up laughing at each other as you sunk further into your couch. 

He sucked in a breath after your giggle fritz was over. “So,” he started, “how’s things with you and Woojin?” 

You quirked a brow. “What’re you talking about?” 

He gave you a look. “Oh, come on. I’ve seen you with crushes before, and he’s totally one of them.” 

“Well...” You didn’t have any clever comebacks. “Maybe a little bit,” you mumbled back, shifting around a little. 

‘A little bit’ was a massive understatement. You’d had an eye on Youngmin’s friend for quite some time now. You appreciated his quiet awkwardness, his snaggle tooth, his secretly dopey behavior in contrast to his outwardly cool demeanor. 

His dancing wasn’t a negative trait either. 

Youngmin clapped his hands, like a self-congratulations. “Knew it,” he snorted. “So, what’re you gonna do about it?” 

“Nothing,” you shrugged. 

He did a double-take. “Can you repeat that?” 

“I’m not gonna do anything about it,” you said. “We’ve said two and a half words to each other, I doubt he’s interested in me.” 

A sly smile spread on his lips. “I don’t know,” he said, an impish glow in his eyes. “You might be surprised.” 

Your ears perked up. “Wait a minute. Are you saying he likes me?” 

“I didn’t say that.” 

You scrambled to your knees, waddling yourself clumsily closer to your best friend. “Im Youngmin, you have a 0% strength poker-face, so tell me! Does he have a crush on me or not?” 

He held in a snort. “Why would he? It’s like you model yourself after a penguin.”

“Youngmin!”

He held up his hands in defense. “I’m being serious—I don’t know! Just don’t write him off just yet, yeah? Try befriending him and hanging out some. Maybe you’ll be shocked.”

You huffed, sitting back down. “But that’ll take time... I’m impatient.” 

“I know,” he chuckled. He poked you with his sock feet. “That’s why your brother’s gonna help you out! I’ve got a foolproof plan up my sleeve, m’lady.” 

You smacked his foot away with your own. “You’re not my brother.” 

“But you love me like one,” he said as you both started having a fencing battle with your legs. 

A small smile broke across your face as you jabbed him in the ankle. “True enough.” 

It was around 11:46 at night when you got a text from Youngmin, jolting you up from a half-dozed state. Hesitantly, you rolled yourself out of bed to grab your phone off your desk. 

For anyone else, you would’ve let it wait till morning, but when you heard that special ringtone, you didn’t tend to ignore it—no matter how much you wanted to. He’d been there for you in the tough times and late nights, so it only felt right to do the same for him. 

You unlocked your phone, cringing from the sudden brightness in the room.

From: Youngminnie

Subject: Official Plan for Seducing My Group Mate

You rolled your eyes at the title before clicking it open. Your eyebrows immediately furrowed at the number of steps there were. 10 steps, perfectly typed out a labeled. As expected of Youngmin. 

‘Do I have to read all this tonight? -_-’ you asked.

Three moving dots. 

‘You don’t have to,’ he wrote back. ‘But you should. For good dreams. ;D’

You chuckled at the reply. “Fine, then,” you sighed to yourself, flipping on your lamp and plopping down in your shockingly comfortable rolling chair. 

Step 1: Come To More Hangouts

The kids and I hang out often, so you should start tagging along! 

You weren’t sure if you liked that idea very much. Being the outsider in a close group didn’t seem very appealing to you. That was until you noticed the message right under it.

I promise I won’t let you sixth-wheel, you coward. 

Ah. He knew you too well.

Step 2: Exchange Numbers

I think this one’s a given. After you make that initial connection—jump on him! Well... Not literally, since he’s very important to the team, but you know what I mean. Sure, I could just give you his number, but that’d be no fun, and I know you’re too awkward to actually start a conversation with him. 

Step 3: Find Common Interests

Just look for something you two can do together. I’d say try dancing with him, but we both know the extent of your noodle-arm-ness (not to be offensive, or anything). I don’t think I can help you here, ‘cause I want you to get to know each other authentically, but I know you’ll figure something out.

Step 4: Share An Intimate Moment

I don’t mean it like THAT, you weirdo. I just mean a vulnerable moment. Like, I know it’s scary, but be open with him about something personal. Not too personal, though. Remember, I’m watching you, kid. That, or be there for him when he’s not doing too well. You know work can be stressful for us. Now that! I can give you a tip on that. I’ll let you know when he’s not doing so well. He’ll need comfort, don’t you think~? Warning, though. If you kiss him in front of me, I’ll end both of you.

Step 5: Do Something He Likes Doing

If he invites you somewhere, you better go. Even if you have plans with me, cancel. I’ll be the understanding, amazing, incredible, most-loved best friend that I am and forgive your sins. Wow! I’m really such a guardian angel!  

Step 6: Compliment Him

It’s okay if you do it moderately throughout your time together, but make this one something BIG. Make him think on it! Give him that heart-flutter that only you can provide. 

Step 7: Hang Out At Your Place

It’s a big step, this one. You have to let a guy in your house! ...besides me. I just realized how that sounded as I typed it. Yes, I do regret it, if you’re wondering. Disregarding that; just hang out together! Have a good time, play some games, be safe (please don’t kill me for that) and let him see how fun you are to hang out with on your own! 

Step 8: Tease Him

Again, I don’t mean this in a weird way. I just mean it in a playful way. I have no doubt that you’ll do plenty of it without having to consult the step since you warm up to people in a snap, but I wanted to write it down just in case. Do something a little flirty at some point, please. He blushes easily, despite how tough he seems. He’s a real dork!

Step 9: Have a Sleepover At the Dorms

I know this one seems a little weird, but I think it’s a good idea. If you have a sleepover, you’ll be able to see if you can actually stand him for an entire day, an entire night, and then the next morning. A good test, I think! You’ll be able to see if he’s truly your “chosen one”. Plus, he won’t sleep naked for one night... Blessing, really. 

Step 10 (final step): Hook, Line and Sinker

Now’s the time! I know you’ve totally captured his heart by now, so you should just confess your feelings honestly. Don’t chicken out!! I know Woojin, so he won’t ditch you, even if he doesn’t feel the same. Might be awkward for half a second, but he’ll come around. 

You rubbed the tiredness out of your eyes, glancing at the clock. 12:31 AM. You sighed and groaned, stretching out your stiff limbs. You discarded your phone, switched off the light and threw yourself into bed with an unladylike flop. “Bed, how I missed thee, my love...”  

Even though you felt exhaustion flooding your body, drawing you into what you hoped would be restful sleep, you still felt grateful to Youngmin. 

Your best friend and number one wing-man. 

There you stood, three weeks later, outside of a cafe, a little bit frozen in your spot. You could see Youngmin and the others through the window, chatting freely. They looked so happy together. So at peace. 

You slowly turned around, muttering to yourself, “Oh, gosh... I don’t want to do this. They’re all having fun. You’re gonna butt in and have no place. You’re gonna be the dead fish! The black sheep! The gray cloud!” You shook your head, trying to clear yourself of those thoughts. 

“No,” you told yourself, giving yourself a light slap on the cheek to wake yourself up from your self-inflicted nightmare. “Come on! You’ve got this. This is Step 1: Come To More Hangouts! Youngmin will never let you live this down if you don’t just—!”

“What are you doing?” 

The voice shocked you, making you yelp and clumsily karate chop whatever poor person that had been unfortunate enough to appear behind you. And of course—just your luck—the person had to be Park Woojin. 

He rubbed his shoulder, an amused grin on his face. “Ouch,” he chuckled. “You pack quite the punch, don’t ya?” 

You forcefully snapped your jaw shut. “I am so sorry,” you said, clasping your hands together. You tittered nervously. “At the thought of being attacked I... became a ninja, I guess.”

He shrugged. “Youngmin has a cool ninja friend, then,” he said. Your shoulders became less tense at his relaxed attitude. Something about him made you feel very at ease. “He sent me out here to get you.” 

You nodded slowly, trying to breathe normally. “Yeah, sorry about that. I was just lost in thought.” 

“Oh, yeah?” He quirked a brow, a slight smirk on his lips. “Youngmin said that you were probably stressing out over whether or not you should come in.” 

Your jaw dropped again. “He ratted me out,” you breathed out, disbelief lacing your tone.

“Guess he knows you pretty well.” 

You crossed your arms. “Yup. That’s what years of friendship gets you. Stone-cold betrayal.”

He masked a snort with a cough. “You know what,” he said. “You’re actually pretty funny.” 

Your ears perked up. “Really?” 

Hmm... Maybe Step 1 was a success after all. 

The steps after that were rather successful, too. 

During Step 2: Exchange Numbers, you’d lost track of time and accidentally called him around two in the morning, only realizing your mistake after he’d picked up with a voice deep and raspy from broken sleep. 

“Hey!” you had said, voice chipper and upbeat. “I just wanted to check in on you.” 

He had just chuckled on the other line. “At 2 AM?”

Your eyes immediately snapped to your clock. “Oh my gosh,” you gasped. “I didn’t even realize it was that late. I’ll hang up now, I’m so sorry.” 

He caught you before you left. “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway. Wanna talk for a while?” 

During Step 3: Find Common Interests, you’d mentioned your love for stargazing while the six of you sat in the practice room and ate lunch. Without any real effort, Woojin had invited himself along on one of your excursions.

That was probably the most at peace you’d felt in a long time, despite your heart beating a little faster every time your elbows brushed as you laid in the grass together, side-by-side, looking up at the vast expanse of sky. 

“Stargazing was a good idea,” he’d breathed out into the cold night air, creating a puff of contrast in front of his face. “I’m glad you dragged me along.”

You scoffed. “I didn’t drag you anywhere,” you laughed, elbowing him in the side. “You came of your own accord, I didn’t even invite you.” 

“You saying you don’t want me here?” he asked, rubbing his side and giving you a knowing smile. 

You crinkled your nose at him. “I didn’t say that.” 

Now, Step 4: Share An Intimate Moment... That one came as a surprise to you. You didn’t expect to be hanging out with everyone, having a perfectly wonderful time, and then suddenly feel so overwhelmed. 

You didn’t expect to excuse yourself to the bathroom when you felt tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t expect your mind to get flooded with so many thoughts about how stressed you were and how much you weren’t pleased with yourself. You didn’t expect it. 

Not all of a sudden.

Though, you also didn’t expect Woojin to follow close behind you. You didn’t expect him to knock on the door with three gentle taps of his knuckles and ask, “Are you okay in there?” just louder than a whisper. 

You didn’t expect to open the door for him and bury your face in his chest as he stroked your hair. You didn’t expect him to close the door again so you could cry in peace without anyone prying. 

You didn’t expect the two of you to slide down the door, end up in a messy pile on the floor and lean against each other while he whispered small words of encouragement and comfort.  

You didn’t expect to start falling asleep on his shoulder when he started humming softly. You didn’t expect him to say, “You’re pretty endearing when you’re half-asleep”. You didn’t expect him not to ask about what was bothering you. He just sat there, listening to you cry and rubbing your back in long, gentle strokes. 

You were grateful for that. You didn’t even fully understand why you were crying.

It was unexpected... But it was wonderful. You thought you were going to be the one comforting him, but in the end, you were the one that needed it. Needed him. But that just proved something to you. 

It proved that he was worth the ten steps you would have to take to reach his heart. It proved to you that he would be there for you in the tough times, and that he was totally worth you being there for him. 

It proved to you that when you completed Step 5: Do Something He Likes Doing, he genuinely meant it when he said, “I wanna hear you sing” when he dragged you out to karaoke with some of his friends from highschool.

It proved to you that when you went through Step 6: Compliment Him, he had a truly soft heart. Even more so than Youngmin had said! 

“You dance really well,” you had told him one day after watching one of AB6IX’s performances. 

He froze a little, the compliment catching him off guard. “Well... Thanks,” he said.

You eyes widened and a smile spread across your face. “Are you blushing?” you giggled. 

He scoffed and turned away from you. “Absolutely not.” 

“You totally are!”

“Not!”

Youngmin walked by, smacking his shoulder playfully. “Are,” he said, flashing you a supportive wink. 

You gained a proud look on your face. “See? Your leader’s on my side! You can’t deny me!”

Woojin rolled his eyes playfully. “Fine, fine. Whatever you say.”

“It is whatever I say!” you determined. “And I say, I like the way you dance.” 

He suddenly turned around, causing you to bump into his chest. “And I like your hugs,” he said. He waited expectantly. “So are you gonna give me one?” 

It proved to you that when you went through Step 7: Hang Out At Your Place, you didn’t need to feel awkward or worried at all. He made you feel nervous, but nervous in the best way. The nervousness of heart-eyes and butterflies. 

So, in a way, that nervousness gave you peace. That nervousness was your place of balance and tranquility. You could always come to Park Woojin and know you would feel the same way, no matter how much time passed. 

Warm. Always so incredibly warm. 

It made you impatient for Step 10, but you knew that it was a selfish and foolish wish. If you could speed up time (like you wished for sometimes), you would miss precious moments that you spent with him.  

You would miss watching a movie with him at sunset, a fluffy blanket draped over your laps, though you sat a good distance away from each other. 

You would miss hogging said fluffy blanket just a little too much and him threatening, “If you steal the blanket one more time, I’m putting my cold-ass feet on your bare thigh.”

You would miss the fun events of Step 8: Tease Him that ended with you both running around an old playground at midnight, trying to throw melting ice cream at each other. 

You would miss Step 9: Have a Sleepover At the Dorms, which resulted in you having the best night of your life. You didn’t think you’d ever laughed so much since you were born. You had seen Youngmin constantly put the placement of games in such a way that you would be sitting next to Woojin.

He really was the best wing-man. 

The best part of that evening hadn’t been the loudest or funniest, though... It had been when everyone had fallen asleep on you and you were left to do the dishes after a super unhealthy (but very delicious) meal. 

Well... Mostly everybody. 

“Let’s do the dishes together.” 

Of course, it was Park Woojin.

Finally, after all the waiting... It was time for Step 10: Hook, Line and Sinker. 

You didn’t think you would be so nervous. 

“Crap...” you mumbled to yourself. “Why am I so sweaty all of a sudden?” You eyes widened. “Did I forget to put on deodorant? Holy crap—”

You felt a comforting touch on your shoulder. “Calm down!” Youngmin said. He turned your head, making you look at him. “You’re gonna be okay, all right?”

“Am I, though?” You gestured to your knees. “I’m trembling, Minnie!”

He clicked his tongue and put his hands on his hips. “Repeat after me,” he said. You nodded. He was weird, but he was usually right. “I am a strong, fantastic, charming young woman,” he spoke, confidence in his tone.

“Are you now?” you snorted.

He snapped his fingers in your face. “Take it seriously!”

“Fine!” You rolled your eyes. “I am a strong, fantastic, charming young woman,” you echoed dryly. 

“I could have any man I want,” he continued. You repeated him. “But I don’t want just any man.” 

You took a deep breath. “But I don’t want just any man.” 

“I only want one,” he said.

You felt yourself winding down. “I only want one.”

“I want Woojin.” 

You copied him, “I want Woojin.” 

He flashed you a toothy grin. “Nice one! Now—what are you?”

“A strong, fantastic, charming young woman,” you said with a grin, “and I could have any man I want.” 

“But do you want just any man?” 

You shook you head. “No, I don’t.”

“Then who do you want?” 

You didn’t hesitate at all. “Woojin. I want Park Woojin.”

A slow clap sounded from the other side of the room, shocking both of you.

“That was quite the show.” You both recognized the voice immediately. 

Youngmin gave you a quick tap on the shoulder, a silent ‘good luck’. “I’m gonna go,” he whispered before breezing past you and out of the door of the previously empty practice room. 

You slowly turned around—albeit a little awkwardly—to face Woojin. “How much of that did you...” you were struggling with words at the moment. 

“Hear?” he finished for you, a playful grin on his face, showcasing his snaggle tooth. “Pretty much all of it.”

You hid your face in your hands, “Oh my gosh,” you groaned. You peeked through the spaces in between your fingers. “And what do you think?” you asked shyly. 

A short pause just for him to walk closer and grab your hands, pulling them away from your face. Once again, his cheeks were painted the slightest shade of pink. 

“I think that I love you,” he said softly. “I think that you are love.”  

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Hey, Anon! I hope you enjoyed fluffy Woojin. I had a little trouble with the pacing when I started writing it, but I think it came out all right. ^-^ Though, that’s really your decision, isn’t it?

I hope you enjoyed it a lot! Feel free to stop by again. 

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

You’re My Sunday

anonymous said: an imagine where reader is a ballett dancer and joe is forced by a friend or a sibling to visit the performance of 'giselle'\ 'swan lake' \ 'the nut cracker' - you can choose - and he sees reader and although she hasn't got the main part, he falls in love with her and after that, they kinda bump into each other? i hope this is okay! have a nice day + thank you for writing all these!! 💞💞💞

(a/n: here’s a short lil baby of a fic hehe - well, short for me, anyways.enjoy lovesick puppy joe and a couple glances of good ol’ gwil)

A few hours ago, if you’d told Joe that he was going to manage to sit through a ballet that lasted well over two hours, he would have laughed in your face. Hard.

When Gwilym offered him an extra ticket that someone had to bail on a few days before the performance, he really didn’t plan on accepting. Ballet? Joe Mazzello? Those were two topics that hardly belonged even in the same world together. Sure, he could appreciate a good, short ballet performance by a niece or nephew, but several hours of grown adults sashaying around on stage to an orchestrated number was different. Joe’s world was rougher around the edges – not by an extreme amount, but he belonged along the first baseline at a Yankees game with a beer in his hand, not in the front row of some posh theater in high-end New York City.

But Gwil was persistent.

“Joe, I really need you to fill this spot. Plus, you’ll be more cultured for it afterwards!” he’d cheerily remarked, leaning over the counter in Joe’s kitchen and drumming his fingertips on the hard surface. With each tap of his lithe, long fingers, Joe found himself more and more pressured. Gwilym had never pressed something this hard, not even that time when he wanted Joe to skip karaoke to go bar-hopping with him.

“Swan Lake, Gwil? Really? That’s the last thing I’d expect you to plan to see when you’re supposed to be here in New York visiting me,” Joe complained, his lips pouting a bit as he decided to play the victim in the situation. But Gwilym saw right through his façade and grinned widely, shaking his head.

“You’re going, Joey. And you’re going to love it.”

Even if he didn’t end up loving it like Gwilym thought he would, he was captivated for a different reason – you.

Going into the first act, Joe was already clearly out of his element. First of all, these were front row seats, so he couldn’t snooze away the performance – all of the dancers on stage could most likely see it, as well as the entire audience behind him. And Gwilym would probably roast him to high heaven if he did.

But then you appeared on stage, and Joe straightened up immediately. That pink chiffon dress of yours moved fluidly around you, pure white miniature veil that obscured your expression partially flowing back to reveal the most entrancing face he’d seen in a long time. Or, possibly ever.

You weren’t a big part – just a friend of the Prince’s according to the program that Joe had snatched from Gwilym’s lap upon seeing you – but, my God, were you stunning. Joe’s breath caught in his throat each time a male dancer briefly lifted you, the effortless way you seemed to soar into the air baffling the poor man who now gripped the armrests of his seat, immersed in your elegant beauty that he considered to be far out of his league.

When the first act finally ended and you were no longer on stage, Joe could hardly repress his disappointment. The whole of Act II went on without you, but Joe didn’t even pay attention. All that was running through his brain was the expressiveness of your face, the curve of your lips into a coquettish smile whenever the Prince character spun you around, and the lifting of your skirt to reveal slim yet toned legs that were as out of this world as your beautiful, unblemished skin. It was like you were an angel on Earth, one sent there directly to tantalize him from just a short distance away.

Act III came around and you were back, this time as a princess/candidate for the Prince’s wife, and the cream-colored chiffon dress you’d changed into was just as gorgeous as the first. Not once did Joe take his eyes off of you, the way you gave coy glances out to the crowd over the fan in your hand, the gliding, soundless choreography that you worked through like it was just how you operated at all times. Even when the Prince ignored you for Odile, he still watched you, the subtle way you moved with the main actions on stage, how you swayed back and forth and reacted in horror to the knowledge of the deception of the Prince. When Act III was over and your time on stage had passed, Joe shut off again. All he could think about was how to find you, how to let you know how incredible of a dancer you were, and praise your performance.

And he got that chance once the curtains had closed. As Gwilym chattered along about how much he’d enjoyed the show, Joe tuned out and instead focused in on the couple behind him, who seemed to be closer to one of the members of the show.

“I can’t wait to see Lexi and tell her how good she did. I wonder if they’ll be hanging out back like usual or if she’ll come out front this time.”

Hanging out back? Joe could swing that.

“Are you listening to me?” Gwilym asked, pulling Joe out of his trance and making him look like a deer in the headlights as he snapped his attention towards his friend.

“Not really,” Joe admitted sheepishly, glancing up towards the stage. “I’m going to go out back before we go. Have to get some fresh air.”

“Out back? What are you-“

But Joe had already started weaving his way through the dispersing audience, heading for the exit door that led to the alleyway behind the building. It was dark, but not dirty, so Joe leaned against the wall and waited.

But you never came. Joe even texted Gwilym and told him he’d catch up with him, letting him know where the key to his apartment was in his car. As midnight neared and the temperature plummeted even more, he realized he’d probably have to give up.

Dejected, cold, and feeling alone, he started down the alleyway towards the subway station, the streets still spotted with people here and there, but much less packed than an hour ago. And he descended the stairs, getting out his dusty MetroCard and praying that it had some credits left on it.

It did. Swiping it, he pushed through the turnstile and shoved his hands back into his pockets as he made his way into the empty station, save for a few homeless individuals who were squatted down the line. And someone wrapped up in a brilliant crimson red peacoat, a black hat on their head, and a big, black duffelbag stood near the tracks, shivering slightly from the freezing cold that had made its way down into the terminal.

You. It was you in the red peacoat, shaking like no other as you cursed softly at the train for being late. But when was it ever on time? Would NYC ever have a consistent schedule? Probably not.

“Fucking train,” you muttered as a man came to stand nearby, his hands in his pockets as he peered down the endless black tunnel towards where the train was supposed to be coming out of.

“The day this train is on time is the day that pigs fly,” Joe agreed as he smiled a bit, then looked over to you. When you met his gaze, you saw his expression switch over to amazement immediately, and you raised an eyebrow as he took his hands out of his pockets, absolutely floored that he was seeing you this close, face to face, when he’d just convinced himself it wasn’t meant to be anymore. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry if this seems creepy, but are you in the Swan Lake production?”

“Yeah,” you giggled softly, pulling your duffel bag farther over your shoulder as you looked down at your phone quickly, just checking the time. Seven past midnight. Shit. “You a fan?”

“No,” he replied, immediately smacking a hand to his forehead as he saw you look a bit bemused at his mixed signals. “I mean, I’m not a ballet guy.”

“But you just went and watched our show?” you asked, still as puzzled as ever as you cocked your head to the side, your hair shifting over your shoulder and revealing that beautiful, blemish-free skin on your neck that made Joe shiver just a bit, thinking of how soft it probably was. Jesus, Joe, you’re like a fucking horny teenager again. Put it away, he thought to himself.

“My friend Gwil made me tag along. Didn’t think I would like it, but you were brilliant up there!” he complimented, sending you a sheepish smile as he tried to work through the mixed signals slowly.

“Gwil? What an odd name,” you remarked, feeling a small pang of familiarity as you thought of the word. And then the train came rumbling down the tunnel, but you were intrigued by this stranger next to you now. “Is that his full name?”

“No, no, his name is Gwilym. Gwilym Lee. And I’m Joe.” He offered his hand to you, which you took and shook gently while offering your name as the train slowed to a stop in front of you. The car was relatively empty as you both boarded, just a few teenagers down at the other end sleeping on each other while the only alert one was engrossed in their phone, ignorant to the two adults boarding and sitting next to each other, curiously eyeing one another. The car starting moving, partially plunging you two into a darkness as it made its way back into the tunnel.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Joe,” you mused once you’d made yourself comfortable next to him, putting your duffel bag full of clothes between your legs and pursing your lips as you sat up straight. Joe had to avert his eyes when you crossed your legs, revealing long, slender legs that were far too perfect to be real. And the sound of your voice only made you more like an angel on Earth, making his heart wrench as you spoke again. “Are you from around here?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I go between here and California, though.” He sat forward, smiling over at you a bit as he nodded and clasped his hands together, looking like the business type and admittedly making you swoon a bit at the way his lips quirked upwards lopsidedly. It was a smile that could disarm anyone, a goofy charm to it that only he could pull off, and you had to fight back a light flustered look as you smiled back. “What about you?

“I’m actually not from around here, but I’ve been here for ages.” You pursed your lips, then clarified. “Because of the ballet. But I love it here. I don’t know if I could ever leave it again.”

“Ah, yes. The subway.” He gestured around the two of you, wrinkling his nose a bit as he took in the musty interior, trying not to laugh. “The pinnacle of New York’s luxury transportation systems.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed, rolling your eyes as you pressed a hand to your forehead, pretending to be exasperated. “That is not what I meant… I meant the city in general. It’s so busy and diverse. I can’t imagine ever going anywhere else.”

“I know what you mean,” he conceded, chuckling to himself as he sat back a little bit. “Don’t think I could ever leave my Yankees for too long.”

“Ooh, a Yankees guy?” you noted in a sing-song tone. “Interesting.”

“Oh god, don’t tell me you’re not a Yankees fan, you’ll ruin my pristine image of you,” he groaned melodramatically, covering his face with his hands and refusing to look at you. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Laughing, you sat back to match his posture and shook your head. “I’m not a super-big baseball person, but I’ll always go to a Yankees game here and there. Can’t disrespect one of the greats.” Then you pondered the middle section of his complaining, a coy smile coming to your lips. As Joe finally looked up at you, his heart skipped a beat as he saw one of the coquettish grins you’d frequented on stage suddenly directed at him. “And pristine image? I’m far from pristine, thank you. I don’t even boil my tea water.”

“Does anybody boil their tea water here anymore?” he pointed out, and you shrugged as you continued to grin in that devastatingly gorgeous way, Joe matching it with the charmingly off-center one of his own. “Gwilym nearly gagged the first time I tried to make him tea.”

“God, Gwilym… what a familiar name,” you mused, looking over to the admittedly attractive man next to you. He looked familiar too, like you’d seen him somewhere before, but you just couldn’t place your finger on it. That is, until you saw an advert for Bohemian Rhapsody on one of the advertisement panels above both of your heads. “Oh… that’s why,” you whispered, staring up at the royal purple and yellow ad. Joe followed your gaze to the ad, then cringed when he realized he’d been caught out.

“Yeah, that’s us,” he mumbled, sitting back a bit and rubbing the back of his neck. Here he was, Joe Mazzello, hot topic and current celebrity to watch, and he was riding on the subway with a complete stranger he’d fallen head over heels for just by watching her dance.

He looked almost ashamed, so you reached over and gently patted his arm reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna ask for your autograph,” you joked lightly, Joe chuckling as a little bit of relief washed over his body. He looked up at you again, his eyes roving over your facial features and admiring how much more refined and effortlessly stunning you looked up close. And your hand resting on his arm now was raising goosebumps all over his skin, making him tingle. “But I think it’s cool. It’s a great movie.”

“You’re a great dancer,” he countered, making you blush a bit as you twiddled with your thumbs, looking down at your lap. Even flustered, you looked so lovely that Joe felt his chest clench up for a moment. Then, he began speaking before he could stop himself. “You know, Gwilym leaves town in a few days and I could sure use some company after that again. Would you like to go out for dinner on Sunday, or do you have a show?”

“Oh, I’m a rebound for your friend?” you teased, it being Joe’s turn to blush as he tried to weasel his way back out of the hole he’d dug, but you laughed and waved a hand dismissively as you returned your other hand back to your lap, Joe almost whining at the loss. “I’m just teasing you. Sunday is my day off, I’d love to grab a bite to eat with you.”

“Perfect,” he breathed out, smiling so wide he though he’d crack his own face as he fished around in his pockets for his phone, which he couldn’t seem to locate. Giggling, you pulled out your own and  opened the Contacts app, offering him your device and receiving a grateful smile from him before he input his own information, saving himself as ‘Joe (Yankees guy).’

Taking your phone back when he was done, you locked it and put it in your pocket as you looked around, realizing it was your stop. Joe hadn’t told you, but his stop was three stations ago – he just wanted to spend more time with you, and if that meant going to the end of the line, he was willing and ready. But you stood as the car came to a stop, holding onto the bar in front of you with both hands and smiling down at Joe.

He'd never seen something so weirdly aesthetically pleasing as the look of you beaming down at him, framing by the grungy yellow lights of the subway car and the gunk of decades of NYC filth. The imagery ended way too soon as you bid him farewell, hopping off the train car with a wave and pulling out your phone while the doors to the car shut. Joe watched through the window as you seemed to type something, then hit send before once again returning your phone to your pocket and walking upstairs.

And as the car took off and Joe realized he was heading even farther away from home, he silently cursed himself. But his phone buzzed, and he felt it from his back pocket – the one place he hadn’t checked. Grumbling to himself, he pulled out his phone to see a text from an unknown number, which he opened immediately.

‘Go Sox :)’

Joe grinned slowly, then started laughing and shaking his head to himself as the car once again plunged into partial darkness, his heart swelling as he prayed for Sunday to come sooner than ever before.

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lululawrence’s March 2019 Fic List

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Here we are, March is coming to a close! It feels like it went too fast to be the end already. However, this month was a hard one for obvious reasons I think, but fic was my constant through it all. Here’s the list of the fics I read this month! Thank you a million times to all of the authors out there who have given us such incredible fic to read when we don’t know what else to do. You’re the real heroes! And now, here’s the amazing fic I loved this month.

Promise in the Sky by @hazzabeeforlou / Throwthemflowers I read this pretty early on in the month, and I still don’t have words. This fic is a hard one, heavy topically and emotionally, but it was everything I needed. I needed a fic like this that showed two kids going through absolute hell and still having hope at the end. Being offered that happy ending. It was healing and powerful and I’m crying typing this right now thinking about it, so yeah. It sticks with you. But they really really do go through a lot. Please be careful of the tags, my friends. Take care of yourselves. But if you can safely do it, I highly recommend it because it was an experience.

Tell Me This Is Paradise by @becomeawendybird / QuickedWeen After a heavy and beautiful fic like Promise in the Sky, I naturally went for some girl direction smut. As you do. Hahahaha lemme tell ya, though, Molly outdid herself with this one. It was so good and such a good little fic snack and I wanted to dive right in and imagine another few years of our darling Harry who has finally had her eyes opened. hahaha It’s a fab read, super cute and short and funny.

my heart is breathing (for this moment in time) by harrylouiz I didn’t actually read this fic this month. I read it back before I had an AO3 or I understood bookmarks. Either way, I’ve thought about this fic a LOT over the years and it has stuck with me enough that when someone else was looking for it, it became a personal mission of sorts to find it hahaha and with the help of like seventeen of us all piecing together memories, we found it! This is such a great one and it is another beautiful fic showing that no matter what life these boys are in, I do believe they will find each other.

days gone by by @velvetnoodle / velvetnoodle (goldfishsunglasses) I was in an angsty mood, and a good painful exes to lovers is always good for supplying the pain! hahaha This was such a good one, though, because you were sitting there trying to piece it all together and figure out what went wrong and how and then work out how the hell they were gonna fix it. It made me yell, it made me laugh, it made me squee. It was wonderful to read.

Tell me when you're ready (I'm waitin') by @therosiestofdaggers / insufferablelovebirds A To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before au! This fic was so cute. It was a fun little read that had me smiling the whole way through. If you like the book/movie, I think you’ll enjoy this au!

Superhuman Tonight by @all-these-larrythings / Rearviewdreamer I...knew nothing of misfits before I read this hahaha It was part of the @popularryculture fest and was such fun to read, as Michelle’s fics always are. I also yelled at her quite a bit while reading it because there are TWISTS and I was having minor freak outs during it. Good ones. hahaha It’s another fun read though, especially as the boys develop superpowers and have to come together to fight evil! hehe gotta love that. 

11 Minutes by @dimpled-halo / dimpled_halo Sometimes I need help crying, and fic helps me do that. This fic was such a great quick flash of pain with a beautiful resolution, it helped me cry when I needed that release. So thank you, Jacky for writing it! haha I love your particular brand of pain.

as luck would have it by anonymous This fic was written as part of the @potterdirectionficexchange...this year I think since it’s still on anonymous (I might have gone through the exchange fics from this year and last year and downloaded a bunch and marked the rest to read haha) ANYWAY this one was SO GREAT. I loved the freak out Louis had and his insistence on muggle coffee (for real, though, what was Liam drinking? lol) and it was such a fun read for the world, the problem solving, all of it. It was a super fun read.

Sweet Like Sunshine by anonymous This fic was like a fudgy cupcake in fic form. It was short and sweet and wonderful to see the way they handled the situation and how it all played out. I loved it!

To Plant New Seeds and Watch Them Grow by anonymous Honestly, I was sold as soon as I read the tags “Blood Purity, you know the usual” lmaoooooo It’s set in the seventies and Harry and Louis are shop owners in Diagon Alley. I can’t tell you the number of times I giggled over the fic or sent little snippets of it to GCs as I read, it was just such a joy. 

Be a Saint (patience is a virtue) by @sadaveniren / SadaVeniren This little ficlet had me screaming at Sada. So be warned. She leaves some things for you to determine with your own imagination which is great and all but yeah. hahaha It really is a great fic though, the longing in it is so real. I loved the characterizations that were done in such few words. It was lovely.

confused, intrigued, and falling hard for you my love by anonymous Okay listen. lollllll Wizard Louis enrolls in a muggle university and finds they are holding try outs for muggle quidditch. Just...take a moment to imagine how that might go. It’s hysterical. I loved this fic so much because just the entire thing is filled with confusion and worry about giving away secrets and I loved every second. haha

fake it 'til you make it by @tempolarriefix / tempolarriefics OMG okay I had no idea how badly i needed fake relationship HP au until I read this and it was amazing. it was so sweet and good and fun and ahhhhhh!!! i just loved it so much.

a fully armed battalion (to remind you of my love) by @mediawhorefics / MediaWhore Okay so come to find out this wasn’t the first time I’ve read this fic (yes, i did that a couple times last month too, it is becoming a theme apparently lol), but I am so glad I reread it. the poetry really is so bad. Like, i thought it was an exaggeration in the tags, but they were so bad I was torn between groaning and laughing. I loved it so much overall, though. So great. Awkward, though. And who doesn’t love a good Hamilton reference for the title?

I've been thinking 'bout it all day by LSFOREVER Louis and Perrie open a shop and Harry goes to work for them and it is SO FUCKING CUTE. The pining and flirting and softness that surrounds all of it is just absolutely lovely. Super cute and sweet read.

And that’s it! Thank you for making it to the end of the rec hehe I hope you enjoy the fics from the list that you read, and don’t forget to show appreciation to the writers with nice comments and kudos!! Happy reading!

[mars-the-4th-planet]

Lapidot returns coastline to Bolivia by accident. (Part One) (This is for my nerd homie it makes sense when in context with her)

It was a crisp saturday morning on the side of earth that Lapis Lazuli (ranked the most beautiful gem on earth according to an anonymous poll) feeling blue as a shoe.

"Everyday I'm Lapis..." She said, casually flipping through channels like she actually wanted to see what was on. She didn't really. "And I don't want to be. Why was I meant to be the sadden gem who feels tired and glum all the time?"

"Lazuliiiiii!" A crunchy voice came from below.

"Hello Peridot..." Why can't I be like peridot, brave and fierce and cute and sweet and fun all at once? Lapis thought.

"Lazuli are you up there moping in the second barn I rebuilt? It's not your new glum puddle."

"Peridot I want to watch TV right now. I don't want to go on any missions."

"No you don't, and besides I am just here to ask you if you wanna hang out you silly clod!"

Lapis Lazuli smiled and blushed.

"I mean...hehe...sorry you're not a clod lazuli can you please come down? I miss having fun with you!"

"I thought you said I got on your nerves peridot~" Lapis said, bemused.

"Lazuli nooo I just uh... oh just come down already!"

Lapis slurked down the barn still tired and depressed.

Peridot noticed this and said "Stay here, I'll go get Spinel. She cheers everyone up! Except when she is trying to kill us but...well, she probably won't do that anymore! Ehehehe."

Peridot scampered off, returning soon later with a floppy, rather limp spinel. "Lazuli um... I need your help..."

"Nnngh..." groaned Spinel in clear discomfort.

"What's wrong? What happened to you Spinel?"

"Ugh.. I got hurt in a team fortress match... cracked my gem..."

"But Spinel, that game is way too violent for you!"

Her hair dropped sadly out of shame. "I know...I'm sorry Lapis, I found that out the hard way."

"How did you even get hurt playing a computer game?" Peridot asked.

"Computer...?"

Peridot gasped. "You didnt play it in real life did you?!"

"Mhmm... I did... Owww. A robot sniper had aimbot and he got a gemshot me!"

"Spinel, you should know better than to play that in real life. Come on." Lapis Lazuli grabbed Spinel and carried her over her shoulder back to the barn. "We need to call Steven and Pearl, they will know what to do."

Peridot followed behind Lapis into the barn, enjoying the view.

Spinel groaned in pain and said "Hey Lapis! Peridot is staring at your-" "NO I AM NOT, I AM NOT STARING AT ANYTHING, STOP TRYING TO GET ME IN TROUBLE SPINEL."

Lapis Lazuli ignored them and set Spinel on a bale of hay. She picked up the telephone off the receiver and dialed Steven's number on the number wheel.

"Pfft, lazuli, that phone is so old fashioned!" Peridot giggled. "When I first came to earth we didnt have those! What are you talking about Peridot?" Spinel said.

"Spinel you first got here thousands of years ago!"

"Hehehehe."

"Shush." Lazuli said. "This is most distressing and serious. Now, let me talk to Steven."

Stevens voice came through. "Believe it or not, Steven isnt at home, where could I be🎶" Said the automated message.

"Huh. I guess him and Pearl left?"

"Hhhhhhh Lapis! My gem hurts!" Spinel complained.

"Yes, I know Spinel. We will get you patched up. Let's call a geologist."

She flipped through the yellow pages of a phone book, remarking how old it was by how long it must have sat there for the pages to get so yellow.

After a quick call and scheduling an appointment for later that day (geologists aren't known for exactly being booked) they headed out.

"It says we have to go to Delaware." Lapis Lazuli said. She was smiling, enjoying having something do do.

"Deleware-?! But Lazuli! We cant go to Delaware!" Peridot pointed out.

Lapis giggled. "Not the state, Peridot. The old mining town just north of here. Confusing name, I know. Let's go!"

Lapis ran up the hillside, humming to herself. Peridot, carrying the now woozy Spinel, followed. "Hey wait up Lazuli! I cant go as fast when carrying spinel! My legs are too short.

Lapis turned around and grinned. "Don't worry Peridot! I got you!"

A wave swirled up from the ocean, picked up Peridot and Spinel, and carried them straight up the hill like they were nothing. "W-Woah!!" shouted Peridot. "Wheee!" added Spinel.

While the other two tumbled along through the water, when it reached the top Lapis jumped atop the wave and surfed it on her feet. "H-Hey! Lapis Lazuli-" Spinel tried to warn her that the sniper grounds were up north but Lapis did not hear her over the rushing water that kept cutting spinel off.

Some time later the wave crashed to a halt and Lapis Lazuli was holding the two smaller gems in her arms. "Now, how was that for a ride?" She asked calmly.

"Ehehehehe that was great Lazuli~" Peridot giggled, all blushy from being held by her crush.

"Guys.. Um... This is where I got hurt." Spinel muttered, putting her two index fingers together.

"What, this old train yard? With the train cars stacked up and the construction materials and equipment all over the place?" Lapis asked. "You fought a sniper with aimbot here?"

Spinel nodded nervously.

Something creaked in the distance, the sound echoing off the metal walls of the train cars.

"Spinel, what made you think anything about fighting here was safe? Why were you even here?"

Spinel bit her lower lip. "I... I just wanted to play..."

"Awe." Peridot said softly.

Lapis patted Spinel on the head. "Don't worry Spinel, we are almost there. The hatch leading down to Delaware should be around here somewhere."

"Did somebody say they want to challenge me?" A robotic voice called out. A sniper appeared over the top of one of the traincar stacks. He was t-posing to assert his dominance.

"Ah, Spinel! Back for round two against the Greatest, most Skillful robot sniper in the world?"

Spinel glared at him. "You aren't great at all! You have no skill, you use aimbot!" She yelled up at him.

"Of course I do! I am A ROBOT! AHAHAHAHA!" The sniper bot laughed in his rattly electronic tone. Suddenly, a blob of water engulfed him from behind and knocked him off the stack and sent him crashing to the ground. It would have knocked the wind out of him and broken his bones, if he had lungs or bones. The water hit the ground with a great splash that soaked the gems.

"There. Machines hate water." Lapis Lazuli said, in a satisfactory tone.

"Fool." He beeped in response. "I am covered in a water-repellent gloss! I am a waterproof bot! Did you really think it would never occur to me that someone may try to use a robot's weaknesses against me?!"

Lapis sighed and put the other two behind her. "Stay back girls. I will protect you from this.... Thing."

"Thing?! Oh that does it. Prepare to die!" The sniper raised his rifle, and aimed with perfect precision on her gem. He pulled the trigger but nothing happened.

"Did YOU really thing that your gunpowder weapon would work after getting soaked? Ah ha ha ha ha ha!" Lazuli said, mocking his previous words and rattly robot laughter. Spinel and Peridot also giggled behind her.

To be continued...

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Responses to {Part 16} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^ 

Anonymous said: I FORGOT IT WAS TUESDAY AHHH!!! can't wait for the next chapter 😘😘

I hope you enjoyed it!

Anonymous said: I won't stop you is almost here I'm gonna die bitch I'm ready for it

Pls donut die ;c lol I hope you liked the chapter :D

@wang-banana said: EIGHT ON TIME IM SO EXITED

YAY I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!

Anonymous said: PH MY GOD IS HEDE FONALLY I WONT STOP YOU I CANT EVEN THPE

WOOHOO I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED IT MY DEAR

@succingjimin said: ITS HERE!!! I WONT STOP YOU!!!!!!

It’s hereeeee! lolol thank you babe I hope you enjoyed it :D

Anonymous said: THIRTEEN IS AN UNLUCKY NUMBER

GASP o:

Anonymous said: I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely love I wont stop you. It kind of became a 'safe-place' for me, if i may say so. I've been feeling really empty and down for the past few months, but with this series i have something to look forward to every tuesday and for that i am really grateful! The story, even if its angst (which i like! ...well ;-; as long as it has a happy ending hopefully), lifts my mood and makes me forget some thoughts! Thank you so much for writing it! Have a great day! <3

Oh my goodness ^^ This makes me really happy to hear that it has become a safe place for you to escape the feelings of emptiness. I can empathise with you as I too, have intense feelings of emptiness (but feeling everything so intensely as well - confusing, I know.) I’m so grateful that something I do helps you to look forward to every Tuesday and it can calm you down a little~ I won’t lie; the story will contain a lot of sad/rage parts, but I think the ending may be one that will make you happy c: Thank you my dear and I hope you have a day that is as wonderful as you.

Anonymous said: Oh my god can i just tell you how MUCH i love the subtle fluff here and there!!! I love how JK thought of her as 'my Y/N' i love how lowkey jealous he got when he thought of another mans hands on you body/or parts of your body that belonged only to him. i love how tae and jimin could smell the ~mating~ LOL Even i giggled there! Especially because, well, jk is a fcking dom and i love it! Oh, btw, do you have any idea around how many chapters it will have? or are you just going with the flow? :)

Ahhh thank you so much for loving the ‘my (Y/N)’ bit! When I put that in, it made me feel super, super soft c: I’m a bit like the reader in a sense that sometimes, I feel that overprotective boyfriends and such are kind of lowkey problematic but...sometimes - it makes me feel super smug and happy at the thought? It’s probably an unpopular opinion. I like people being protective over me! lol  THE SMELL OF LOVEEEEE IN THE AIR~ *wink* hehe. And actually, I have NO idea how many chapters there will be! I have an outline for the rest of the story but I usually stop around 5,000 words for each chapter. But there is still a lot to happen, so it won’t be ending any time soon :D Thank you so much for reading!

@semisweetsuga said: Taehyung - a blessing. This story - a blessing. You - a blessing. 16 was so good Sara!!! I loved it!!!!! Love, your gay nerd

You: the biggest blessing on planet earth - end of story, no if’s, and’s or but’s ^^ My gay nerd lmfao I love you v much my dear and I hope you’re doing well (sorry I’m a piece of shit and I never reply on line; I’ve been an anti-social mop recently) Thank you for still liking me even tho I’m a terrible friend :c

@jynxy24 said: Sara, damn you. IWSY came out and I was SCREAMING! Now, Yoongi is going after reader for, whatever reason more than one, I'm pretty sure that this is gonna turn into some sort of love triangle. :D I mean, I hope so. (Smut pls) I'm not perverted, I swear!(Kill me)  But! If yoongi decides to change for reader, I WILL LOVE YOU TO DEATH! Not that I don't, I WILL ALWAYS! Keep staying awesome please, love ya!

Jynxyyyy~~ YOU WANT A VAMP YOONKOOK THREESOME? Damn - rest in peace if that ever happened Cx Hehe I can’t promise that something like that may or may not happen, but I won’t promise it won’t either. Are you confused yet? Good ^.^ muahaha~ I love you too my dear and thank you so much for reading the new chapter!

@moonlighthollow said: Omg the story is getting better and better I'm so hyped😲😍 i wanna read the next part so badly😭😢 but i know you need some time to write it and i fully respect that so no pressure hahah I'll wait😄♥IT'S JUST SO DAMN GOOD 😍

Ahhh I’m so happy that you think that my love! And no haha don’t worry I know you don’t mean it like that, it makes me super hyped that you’re really looking forward to the next part! So don’t worry at all c: Thank you a million times for reading the new part and I hope you’ll look forward to next week’s too!!

Anonymous said: You are such an amazing writer,I love you <3 Thank you so much for the update and posting a new chapter every single week, honestly it makes my Tuesday a whole lot better.I really can't wait for when Jungkook tell Y/N that he's a vampire, I am sure she'll love his regardless :) High key loving those vmin moments, its so cute :D Yoongi though what is he planning?! Can't wait for the next part , thank you again <3

Awhjfsgijwnegw I love you too *hugs* There’s no need to thank me because it’s my pleasure! I really enjoy uploading for all you guys and I will always try my 100% best to upload on time and thankfully I have been able to keep that promise since I began this blog with any series that I’ve written! (Actually, sidenote - when this series ends, I hope to do a small 1-3 chapters on Vmin and how they came to be; just for all of us lovely Vmin shippers out there :3) Thank you very much for reading my series lovely!

@audreymv said: I bet Yoongi wants to turn her. Omg I am so in edge and I am not ready but pleasw let her understand that Jungkook is a good vampire. Gosh Jimin is so cute and how he is just with Tae is just, my heart hurts and just flutters for them and dang Jungkook I PRAY FOR HIM. Literally loving this series

Hello cutie! hehe yes all the adorable Vmin moments~ (tbh, I kind of ship Taehyung with everyone...he’s just too adorable my lil bb aw) I’m super happy that you’re loving the series babe :D Thank you so much for reading the new chapter :D

Anonymous said: Sara these updates need to be longer I'm hungry for more 😛😛😛😛 I can't wait for next Tuesday

Loooonger?! It was 5k words! Hehe~ Thank you for reading and I really hope you enjoy next weeks chapter too my love! :D

Anonymous said: I'm so happy that I finally found a story that leaves me wanting more and makes me look forward to the next chapter! Like, I look forward to Tuesday's now because of IWSY. And the new chapter is amazing as per usual 😊. I am very happy that you write because your writing is ACTUALLY AMAZING!! I love your writing and I love this story!!!! Looking forward to what will happen next!!!❤️❤️ ~Ro

Hey Ro! I’m glad you found a story that leaves you wanting more :D Ahh you’re making me blush so much with all your wonderful words and compliments *hides* Thank you so much, I really don’t deserve such words ^^ You’re amazing and I hope you have a wonderful day my love. Thank you from the bottom of my heart ^^

@fashionkilla124 said: I SWEAR ON THE PANTIES IN MY DRESSER, IF IWSY STORY ENDS SAD IM SELLING MY SOUL TO KFC😫😩

I AM LEGITIMATELY CRYING WITH LAUGHTER WHAT THE FUKJNDNGSDNGEG SELL YOUR SOUL TO KFC OH MY FNGKJNDSP I CAN’TBREATHE

Anonymous said: When you thought the dress was finally gonna be revealed BUT IT HASN'T YET OMG I'M GONNA DIE OF SUSPENSE

NEXT CHAPTER I PROMISE YOU OKAY YOU WILL GET A LENGTHY DESCRIPTION :D

Anonymous said: IWSY is so goooooddddd. Like I'm hella shook rn. You're writing is amazing. It's so hard to find a quality fanfic these days. Thank you for blessing us all with these amazing stories. I'll be back next Tuesday ready for some of that good stuff. I love you! ~New Anon, BabyKookie

Hello lil BabyKookie ^^ Ah >< your compliments are so wonderful - I appreciate them so much, thank you babe :) I’m really happy to know that you’re enjoying my series and that you’re looking forward to the future chapters! I love you too and I hope you have an amazing day/night! :D

Anonymous said: Omg what are the jeons gonna think of y/n??? Like if they knew they guk and yn? Would they accept their pure son? Also I love gay tae and jimin. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT JIMIN WAS SAYING THE DRESS CAN WAIT A SEC OMG

I wonder too, indeed! Will the King and Queen of the Eternal Kingdom accept the fact their son - the Prince, has fallen in love with a human? D: I hope so! :c hehe~ Ahhh my Vmin feels recently c: Thank you so much for reading my dear ^^

@kpop-everythings said: I have got wait till next Wednesday now 😫. Fuck you time distance, fuck you to eternity and beyond.

To eternity and beyond hehe awww I’m sorry my love! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you’ll like next weeks parts too! ^^

Anonymous said: Oooooooohhhh what's gonna happen at the ball oml I can't wait for the next part! I have so many questions that I know you won't answer fml I just have to wait week after week but that's ok cuz it's so worth the wait every time. You're such an amazing writer tbh. I love this series so much and I love you ! Also where do you get inspiration from and how did you come up with this story cuz it's just soooooo good I'm ded

You’re damn right I won’t give anything away ;D Hehe thank you so much for reading and I love you too! Way back in March 2016, I had started to plan a Vampire series. But, due to a few reasons, I couldn’t begin it/post it (which I can’t really talk about lol). But - someone sent in a request asking for a VampKook smut around 18 weeks ago. So - I decided to use that opportunity to turn it into a series with all of my hard work creating lore and history and background to a world inside my head! I’m so happy that you like it :3

@cynicalspacehoe said: Okay first of all: OH MY GOD. "I Won't Stop You" is the best fanfiction I've ever read (and I've read many, trust me). I know that what I'm about to say is a little cheesy and may sound exaggerated but... this fic keeps me going. Well, technically you do. Week after week, I'm always longing for a new chapter. It kind of feels like a reward for surviving another week and it really helps. Thank you for writing this amazing story, keep going!

It’s not cheesy ahhh don’t worry - even at that, cheesy is great a lot of the time c: I’m really honoured that you feel my series is a reward for surviving a week - and if that’s what keeps you going for a while, then I am truly humbled and happy to be a part of that reason. Thank you for reading my series and I hope that you have an amazing week my love ^^

@manibbunny said: i loved the new episode! and i'm biting my nails just thinking about what will happen when yoongi shows up at the ball and omfg what will y/n do when he tells her?! will she accept him? or will she run away and never talk to him? i'm hoping it's the first lol *is lowkey thirsty for angst* shhh

Thank you so much babe! I’m so happy you enjoyed it :3 Hmmm will she accept him or run away? What if Yoongi catches her if she runs away? ;O hehe~ I hope you enjoy the future chapters too and thank you once again :3

Anonymous said: So will we be seeing Jungkook busting a move at the ball??? Getting down to some red velvet? Maybe??

Maybe real life Jungkook would :P But not 400 year old Prince of the Eternal Kingdom Jeon Jungkook xD It would be funny tho! hehe~

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