#it just got rlly stiff and heavy

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

Why did my knee decide to get funky Right Now im Trying to WALK

[joonberriess]

⋆ TAGS — really soft and domestic, TW: this deals with postpartum depression, baby daddy!jk, soft lil kisses, insecure!oc, angsty as hell, this is more of a comfort fic, mentioned baby, oc rlly struggles but jk is super supportive, mentioned past pregnancy, this made me cry, soft hours, jk pampers his lovely gf, CANON AUUUU JK’S JUST JK HERE LMAO

⋆ WORD COUNT — 2.4 k

“vámonos a comer un heladito, tu princesita, cómprame cositas. en mis tacones casi todo el día, dame un foot-rub and ice out mi tobillo,”

Your eyes fluttered under the feeling of lips sliding across your forehead, eyelid, and nose. You hear Jungkook laughing quietly as he envelops you in his strong arms and tugs you close. His murmurs and pestering have you pulling a face in your sleep, nose scrunched cutely given the way he coos teasingly.

“What time is it?” You mumble softly and blankly stare back at him, eyes heavy from sleep.

“Noon.” This has you going stiff, “Relax baby, he’s okay your mom came early to pick him up.” He comfortingly strokes over your side and backside.

You sink back into the sheets and nod, “Why didn’t you wake me?” You mumble under your breath as your eyes flutter shut.

Jungkook pressed more gentle kisses to your forehead with a low rumble, “You need a break, figured maybe we could go out–do some shopping, go to that sushi place you’ve been dying to try.. That sounds good, yeah?” He murmurs.

You hum, “It does, feels like I haven’t been out in forever.”

He waits with a bated breath and smiles softly when you open your eyes and stare back with more clarity, all traces of sleep etched away. “You’re so pretty, y’know that?” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

A subtle heat rises in your cheeks as you smile back, “Even with baby barf and spit all over my shirt?”

“The prettiest.” He leans over to kiss your nose, looking into your eyes with a twinkle in his own. He looks at you like you’ve just hung the stars for him.

Shyly, you press a soft smooch to his lips before flopping flat on your back with a sigh, “The fridge’s nearly empty isn’t it?” You mumble, “I’m sorry, I meant to go the other day but I ended up—”

“You’re fine, it’s okay. You know I’m here too right?” Jungkook reaches over to hold your hand, “Don’t worry about it baby, you’ve got your hands full right now and I get it. ‘s okay to ask for help too.”

You look at him with a soft smile, “I love you.” You lay a quick kiss on his cheek and roll out of bed to head to the bathroom.

Jungkook huffs, “Only one? On the cheek too..” He grumbles like a petulant child, sitting up in the messy sheets tangled around his hips and his bare chest out for your viewing.

“Get ready, it was YOUR idea to go out too so don’t make us late.” You fondly roll your eyes, you can hear him whine about something else behind you as the door shuts.

“…..” You pass in front of the body length mirror, pausing for a moment to observe your appearance. Your hands come up to rest over your tummy as you stare long and hard. “…”

You better get ready.

.

“y/n.”

“y/n?”

You snap out of your daydream and look over at Jungkook curiously, “Yeah?”

“I asked if you wanted to check out the fruits, it’s strawberry season and I’m sure they brought out all the fresh stuff.” Jungkook doesn’t seem at all bothered by the fact that you’ve spaced out for a second time since entering the store.

You shake your head, “I don’t like strawberries.” You say disinterestedly.

‘But you ate them your whole pregnancy, what’s wrong now?’ Your brain is screaming at you to just say yes and deal with it but you can’t.

He gives a soft hum, “That’s fine. Is there anything you wanted to get?” He steers the shopping cart away from the fruits, leading you down an aisle filled with spices and other cooking ingredients.

“Um, what was that thing you bought last time? When you made that white stew.” You scrunch your nose, “Ugh I forgot.”

“Ohh, you mean the cream stew mix? Uhh I think it’s down this aisle lemme check.” Jungkook leaves the cart with you as he trails down the aisle looking up, down, and around.

You pick out a few things to try out later on and happily make your way over. “Did you find it?” You curiously peek over his shoulder, damn near yelling because he shoots back up with a ‘ah-ha!’.

“What?” He innocently says after noticing the scowl on your face.

“You scared me.” You huff and punch his arm gently, “C’mon, I wanna get some chips and the aisle is back that way.” Jungkook happily trails after you, telling you all about his upcoming Calvin Klein campaign.

.

“Look,” Jungkook snorts as he holds up a pair of lace g-strings, “you mean to tell me this tiny triangle covers your entire pus–”

“Jungkook!” You hiss quietly after noticing a few older women turn their heads, “Put those down.” You snatch the panties away and toss them back into their respective drawers.

He cheekily grins and picks up another pair of underwear, “What? I didn’t do anything, I was just asking.” He chuckles.

“You are so dumb.” You giggle quietly, “Stop!! You’re going to get us kicked out, I thought I had one baby not two.”

“But babyy this is so boring, jus’ a bunch of girlie stuff and these women keep lookin’ at me like I’m a creep but I swear I’m just trying to help you.” He pouts.

You shake your head fondly, “Here, go find something to buy or do while I finish up here.” His eyes light up and he presses a messy smooch to your cheek before practically sprinting out.

Your eyes slowly turn over to the mannequin sitting tall on the platform donned in a new lingerie set. You stare at it for what seems like eternity while the world goes on about their day around you. Eventually a staff comes to break you out of your bubble.

“Is everything okay miss? Were you interested in our new spring collection?”

“Oh, um yeah, well I’m trying to surprise my boyfriend you know? I don’t know if he’ll like it ‘n stuff.” You murmur softly, eyes lowered and averted from the mannequin.

“Mmm.. what do you like?”

“Silk, maybe a babydoll or teddy..? I think.” You can’t stomach the idea of wearing a two piece, because then that means your….

“We have just the set then, we got a ton of new items for this spring. ” She grins while leading you away.

When you come out of the store, Jungkook’s barely walking back. He has this goofy little smile on his face as he stops in front of you, barely containing his excitement. “Guess what.”

“What did you do?” You giggle softly and eye the bag in his hand.

“I got this for you.” He brings out a large shirt and holds it up proudly, “It says: Best Milf Ever.”

You stare at the words with disbelief and then you’re breaking out into uncontrollable laughter. People around you look in curiosity but you can’t stop, you feel like you’re about to pee from how hard you’re laughing.

And Jungkook?

He stands there with a fond smile, gazing at you lovingly as he puts the shirt back, “You like it?”

You haven’t laughed nor felt this much joy in a while. “I love it.”

.

After having dinner Jungkook takes you out for ice cream. You were a bit burnt out from being out all day so you waited in the car while he went inside to buy the ice cream.

You think back to everything that happened today, it feels nice. You make a mental note to ask Jungkook to take you to a cat cafe sometime later on in the week. “Oh my god.” You mutter in embarrassment.

Jungkook’s walking back with a monstrosity of a ice cream sundae and then your perfectly NORMAL scoop of sherbet with gummies on top. “Jungkook what is all that mess?” You whine.

“What? I wanted triple chocolate with sprinkles and fudge.” He slips into the car and hands the small bowls over, “C’mon you gotta try it.”

“Hell no! This looks like it can either send me to do number three or I’m gonna puke my guts out.” You hiss.

“Number three doesn’t exist, nice try.” Jungkook scoffs softly while pulling out of the parking lot.

“It does now.” You mumble, ignoring his loud laughter.

You can’t hide the face you make while Jungkook eats that horrendous dessert. He doesn’t even care that you’re judging him as he happily watches his little Netflix show he’s been yapping about as of lately.

“I knew it, it was her all along..” He mutters to himself as he eats a large spoonful of ice cream.

“I’m going to the kitchen, you want anything?” You can’t take it anymore as you stand abruptly and pass by.

“No.”

You put your ice cream away and drink a glass of water in the kitchen. You enjoy the peace and quiet, it’s been a cool minute since you’ve had some time to yourself. Between caring for a newborn and balancing your everyday life, shit’s been hard.

Not that Jungkook doesn’t help, but sometimes you feel like you put too much on him. He says he doesn’t care but.. you do.

With a heavy sigh you leave the cup in the sink and trail over to your bedroom. The dainty lingerie bag sits on the corner of the bed, you have yet to try it on but you don’t know..

“Fuck it.” You mutter while stripping down and slipping on the pretty babydoll top and matching thong to go with it.

The soft pink and silky smooth feeling of it has you smiling to yourself over how pretty it is on you. The set even came with a robe so you slipped that on too and tied it securely around your waist before heading back out to show your lover.

“Jungkook.” You call out, “What do you think?”

He pauses his show and looks over, his eyes visibly glaze over as he takes you in from head to toe. “Pretty, I like it—pink suits you.” He beckons you over.

Right, he thinks it’s just a robe.

You walk over with a soft hum and stand between his legs, “I got something else, it’s under.”

His eyes darken and he licks his lips, “Can I?” His hands hover over the sash. You can’t help but shiver with the way he looks at you like he wants to eat you alive. Makes you feel hot.

“Yeah..” Your voice comes out breathier than usual, a hint of excitement underlying your tone.

Jungkook unties the knot and slowly pulls your robe off. “Fuck.” He whispers when he sees the pretty babydoll underneath, he gets a peek at your thong too and he’s nearly drooling.

“Shit baby you look so fuckin’ pretty, look at you,” he gently twirls you around with a low whistle.

His hand hovers over your ass, not quite touching but there. You gently pull his hands closer with a soft, “You can touch.” You murmur.

Jungkook audibly gulps and grabs a fistful of your babydoll, he lifts it up enough to slip his hands around both cheeks. He gives both doughy cheeks a tight squeeze before he’s jiggling it in the palms of his hands.

“Can I baby?” He asks softly, “I wanna take you to bed.” To that you nod.

Before you can get another word out, he abruptly stands and hauls you up into his strong arms. You squeal in shock and hit his shoulders, “Jungkook..! Put me down!” You whine.

“No.” Jungkook smirks as he lands a sharp smack to your ass, “Let me take care of you yeah? Just sit ‘n look pretty for me.” He carries you down the hall and kicks the door open, gently tossing you onto the center of the bed.

You bounce back on the mattress with a soft ‘oof’, he doesn’t let up because he’s already crawling over you and landing a sweet yet heated kiss on your lips. You wrap your arms around him and hug him close, enjoying the soft touches.

Jungkook takes his sweet time kissing you, the kiss is slow and his touches are light and feathery. He holds you like you’re made of glass or something, gently cupping your hips and massaging them. It tugs on your poor heart strings and you find yourself tearing up for no reason..?

He pulls away with a soft pant, pressing his forehead to your own as he stares into your eyes with devotion. “Why are you crying baby? Hm? Why’s my pretty girl sad?” He wipes your tears with his thumbs.

“B-Because, you’re so good to me.” You softly hiccup, “Feel safe with you.”

He brushes your hair out of your face and smooches your nose, “Yeah, what else baby. Talk to me.” He murmurs patiently while cupping the side of your cheek.

“You don’t make me feel alone.” You whisper, and his heart breaks seeing you this vulnerable, “I-I know I haven’t been there for you b-but with the baby and–”

“And who said you needed to take care of me? You already have enough with the baby, you spent nine months carrying our baby and you worked hard to bring him into the world my love. Makes me proud of you baby, strongest girl I know.” He softly smiles.

Your heart races and you feel a knot in your throat as you continue listening to him, “You’re going to be okay—we’re okay. You know I’m always going to be right here for whatever you need, you’re doing so good my love.”

You let out a soft sob and bury your face in his shoulder. These past two months of silently struggling with coming to terms of your newfound motherhood and changes with your relationship finally come to a stop. You feel good knowing that Jungkook is so understanding and supportive.

For a while you thought you were going insane, that it was your fault and you were a horrible mother for feeling so…bad.

Even when you were bedridden for days, void of any life and emotion, Jungkook is still here.

“I love you.” Jungkook whispers.

“I love you too.” You sniffle.

Jungkook helps you slip into one of his shirts as the two of you cuddle for the rest of the night watching silly rom-coms. You know the future will be okay.

Everything is okay.

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[itsabouttimex2]

Could you write something for shadowpeach with yandere wukong? Maybe it takes place right after wukong sees macaque for the first time since he killed him or maybe it takes place during season 4 when wukong gets trapped inside the scroll and sees their relationship before he killed macaque and once he gets out of the scroll he got full on yandere? :3

(Hai, im rlly sorry. i just realized i sent this originally when your inbox was closed. im super sorry😭)

(Hey, no big deal! It’s sweet that you remembered your request!)

Lost and Found

“…you hurt a lot of people,” the Great Sage starts, plucking at the hair around his wrists, “and you don’t even feel bad, huh?”

“I’ve got nothing to feel bad for,” returns his rival, rolling a drupe pit between his palms- a remnant of the peaches that Sun Wukong so adores. “None of this was my fault.”

It’s hard to tell whether or not Macaque is being sincere right now- he’s more guarded now than ever before, even as rays of sunlight spill softly across his pitch-black fur and his stomach fills with sweet fruit.

He’s like shattered obsidian, inky blackness casting rainbows in the glinting light.

“Bud, you made a deal with the literal most powerful demon in the world, and didn’t even try to-

“Keep this up,” cuts in the umbrakinetic, “and I’m gonna leave.”

Wukong springs to his feet suddenly, crushing a few pink-white petals under his reckless soles, squashed into mangled clumps of cellulose under the reckless monkey- then crushes a few dozen more as he charges to Macaque and slings himself over the startled simian.

“No, no, no! Bud, you said we would-“

“Get off me! Dammit, I’m not some kind of toy!”

“No! Lay down and listen to me!”

Macaque struggles under Wukong’s iron grip, his claws digging into golden arms as the tension between them crackles like static. The multi-eared monkey snarls, his claws scraping at Wukong’s clothes and fur, but the Great Sage’s skin is long hardened by fire and trial- it remains unblemished.

“Listen,” Wukong huffs, his voice trembling somewhere between desperation and long-baked sorrow. “You can’t just walk away every time someone calls you out! That’s not how this works, Mac! That’s not how we work!”

Macaque’s pupils narrow to slits, his breath heavy as he glares into Wukong’s golden eyes. The sunlight dances on them, warm and radiant. “You think- you think a little chat will make ‘us’ work? ‘Us’ never worked!”

“It can! We can make this work, if you would just try!”

Macaque stills, his claws frozen mid-scratch against Wukong’s wrist. The afternoon sunlight filters through the cherry blossoms, casting fractured patterns across their fur. For a moment, the only sound is the wind rustling the petals around them.

He gives, eventually. The sable simian huffs and deflates under his old mate’s grip, going slack against the meadow’s grass.

There’s a moment where Macaque leans in, ruffled black fur thrown askew with effort and sweat, still flecked with debris from the Lady Bone Demon’s final push for utter “perfection”.

He’s tired, worn, spent from battle and spent from a lifetime of old regrets circling his heart.

But he’s still Macaque.

“…not in a thousand years, Wukong.”

Even though the rejection is tempered, the king wilts under it, golden fur dimming under the weight of his mate’s refusal.

“Mac... you can’t just-“

“I can. I make my own choices now, Wukong,” the darker monkey snaps, lips pulling back to reveal his sharp canines- a threat, if the matter is pushed.

...but the king just can’t let this go. Not after centuries spent waiting and wanting.

“...there’s no one else who can protect you.”

A harsh snort comes from Macaque’s creased snout, the unpleasant sound smoothing into chuckles.

“From what, O’ Great Sage? What do I need to protected from?”

“The Celestial Realm, bud. You think they haven’t already figured out who you threw your lot in with? That you made a deal with the Lady Bone Demon?”

A pause, sharp and stiff- he’s hit a nerve.

“...they wouldn’t. Not after I helped defeat her. Not after I put my life on the line,” he almost pleads, as though the court could hear his defenses. “They wouldn’t.”

“After what they did to me? You’re not off the menu, bud- you never are. Not after you’ve wronged the Celestial Court.”

There’s a dread rush of panic that starts to race through Macaque’s cold veins, an icy chill radiating slowly through his skin.

“They wouldn’t.”

Right after he says it, Wukong signs and rolls off of Macaque, offering a hand to help him up.

“They never let go, bud. The moment we sieged their home, there was no way they’d ever stop looking for a way to ‘repay’ us.”

His old rival sits up with panic in his shrouded eyes, slapping away Wukong’s hand.

“No,” he snaps, bolting upright under a shower of plink petals. “You’re right. They won’t. Which means I-“

“You’re leaving,” the king sighs. “You’re running away, again. You’re gonna leave me, just like every one always does.”

Macaque pulls his face into a nasty sneer, dark and creased. “You don’t get to try and pull me into some little pity part, Monkey King. Not after you put me in the ground.”

To his surprise, one of Wukong’s golden eyes twitch, lit with a sudden anger.

“You know what? No. No, you aren’t going anywhere,” the monkey snaps, snaring one of Macaque’s wrists in his hand. “Not until you’ve actually started to change. You spent five centuries down in the underworld and don’t even start to think “Hey, maybe there’s a reason I ended up down here?!” Not even for a second, Macaque?!”

The umbrakinetic pulls back a little, eyes wide with surprise at having his usual shit-slinging slung back at him.

“That’s not- shut your damn mouth. I don’t deserve to be yelled at, and-“

“Did I “deserve” to be alone under a mountain for five hundred years after one fight? Did I “deserve” to be abandoned while I was fighting the Jade Emperor? Did I “deserve” to be collared by the Celestial Realm while you got to run around wreaking havoc?”

Things are going wrong, Macaque faintly realizes. He’s not usually the one get reamed out for centuries old mistakes, a dynamic he was quite fond of- Wukong takes all the blame, and he slinks off to hide in the shadows. That’s what he likes.

And he realizes more and more with each passing second that things are going further south- especially when he see the way that Wukong’s hand dips into his pocket.

From it, he procures a gleaming circlet.

No. No. No.

It’s wound with the image of branching vines and flowers, a step up from Wukong’s own in term of design- perhaps someone had grown bored with it

The golden hoop exudes a warm, almost soothing aura- it’d be calming if Macaque didn’t know what it could do.

But he knows almost everything about it. He knows how it works. He knows who made it.

Guanyin.

She had been like a mother to the Monkey King during his short stay in the Celestial Realm, one of the very few gods that he thought of fondly- and one of the even fewer who looked on him fondly in turn.

“My dear Monkey,” she had cooed to the intruding demon, both her warm hands cusping his furry cheeks, “what have you come for today?”

“Guanyin, I… I found my old mate,” he admitted to her, his palms nervously clasping over her own. “And I don’t know what to do. I want him back, but...”

“Oh, my little pilgrim... you wish to reunite with... wasn’t his name Macaque, then? Well, if you do desire this... shadowy little imp... I will lend you my aid.”

Her head had dipped forehead, lips gentle on his forehead, a blessing born of warmth and love- a blue sigil etches across the skin-warmed spot, riding the king good luck and protection. “Anything for you, my dear Monkey. Take my blessings, and take this... this circlet. I trust that you will do good with them.

But Macaque hadn’t know that.

That Wukong had a plan all along, that it was backed up by an adoring goddess of mercy, that he had a damned tightening fillet from the start and was never above using it-

All he knows at this moment, frozen in place form shock- is the tightness around his forehead as Wukong snaps the hoop into place.

“We can still fix this, Moonbeam. I’m not losing you again.”

[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

is there anyone that can help me interpret lab results?? in the most recent lab i took i have some results that are in normal range but on the high/low side of it. plus some shit that just plain confuses me. ive been doing research myself and im hoping that the labs ive done are enough to get the rheumatologist to see me.

also for added context my main symptoms are burning constant joint pain, soreness, stiffness, and difficulties moving overall esp walking and hand movements. i also have fainting spells abt every 1.5-3 weeks, blood pooling, and i was a heavy drinker for a few years. i dont know if this context helps i just rlly hope it does. all of these are chronic symptoms that ive had for many years (but got a lot worse this year).

if anyone can find anything that might give me some answers then ill be as grateful as a guinea pig with unlimited lettuce. the rheumatologist ive been referred to is supposed to be super good so hopefully even though my test results are in the normal range ill still be listened to.

these are results i noticed seemed a little high/low

and these are results that i need help interpreting bc there are no reference ranges

[chelzone]

just played thru Goodbye Volcano High finally, to completion

here's me thoughts, under a spoiler block just like i did for after i beat Snoot Game

story flows nicely from start to finish, though i feel like a tiiiiny bit could have been trimmed cus it did feel a bit too long for playing through

affinity system is cool, feel like i hadn't seen people dig into that one as much as they should've. i was unable to get the Rosa gender reveal sequence cus i didnt max out her stuffs BUT they still throw in moments prior that telegraph it very much so so that's still something!

gorgeous backgrounds, absolutely zero complaints about any of them. while the characters animations can be a tad bit stiff at times, i feel like i can still most of the time realistically imagine them within the scenes properly

i understand you had to have 3 L&L segments for it to make sense as a DnD sessions sort of thing but,, i didnt like the segments in general. i feel like you could have still explored Reed's character without dedicating far too much time to these

music for the rhythm game segments is definitely NOT my personal taste, so i cant rlly say much about the content that wouldn't be heavily biased. i feel like also the controls were a bit too complicated, especially on keyboard. perhaps it couldve been easier to play on a controller but like,, visually there's still way way way too much to keep track of so it gets overwhelming at times. also very very hard to focus on the scenes going on while trying to play the rhythm segments, and i feel like that hurts the final one with the montage

Naomi and Fang is a match made in Heaven, what else is to say? jumps the gun a wee bit but idk i kind of like that shit and i do that for me own characters at time. wishing those two the best in dino heaven

was not expecting Fang to be so selfish throughout the entire game, it's genuinely a bit jarring at times. the way it's patched up in the end feels a bit too rushed, but then again i said the game felt a bit too long so no idea what the solution would be

Swamp Babies i wish u got more screentime, but i digress. Curtis having no voice let alone dialogue was a bummer

i hope they keep patching it cus i did get softlocked multiple times and there were many times where backgrounds failed to load in for a bit during many scenes ;w;

fave characters from this iteration gotta be Stella, Sage and Reed. funnily enough, two of their iterations in Snoot Game are also a delight! sad to see Sage didnt make the latter cut aside from positive text messagez

the logo and poster design stuff paired with the picture day sequence were pretty cool!

not a fan of the twitter stuff in-game just cus i loathe the real life equivalent, sorry ;w;

all in all now that i've done a full single run for both games (i am not replaying either, this is too much of a time commitment for a narrative-heavy experience), i think i can say i give Snoot Game a 9/10 rating and Goodbye Volcano High a 6/10

pleasantly happy with both, despite any complaints or criticisms! looking forward to drawing more fanart of both series too, as well as having a blast hanging out in discords with folks from either communities. met some good people in a cruel world

[yellowvixen]

@themetalvirus meant to respond to ur tags yesterday!! Here's a whole big review djgjdhdg

So yeah, Nine has 70 points of articulation and most of them are taken up by these bad boys!!

Each mech tail has 8 joints which gives them a huge range of motion and poses. (Some are slightly loose but for the most part they're all good.)

As for Nine himself, along with the other figures in this range he's got 13 points of articulation (plus a 14th for his real tails which are one solid part, Thorn and Sonic obviously don't have that one). Neck, shoulders, elbows, wrists, hips, knees and ankles.

Nine's hip joints don't rlly have as much movement as the others. When I first tried to bend his legs straight out I managed to pop a whole leg off (it's a ball and socket joint so I could just pop it right back on at least.) So I couldn't get him into a crouching position, he's basically stuck standing. He's also a bit back heavy due to his tails, but his real tails can be placed in a way to hold him up!

The pic on the box also show his tails having a metallic sheen but irl they're just matt grey, which is a shame! I have a Jakks figure of Mecha Sonic MK1 who is mostly a shiny metallic silver, so I'm not sure why they decided not to do that for Nine.

The other two are a lot more flexible! I didn't include Sonic originally as I'd bought him a few weeks back, but he can go pretty low

They've also countered how extremely top heavy Sonic figures usually are by having his head and quills hollow, which is smth I think they should do for all their figures tbh, it means you don't have to have his head looking sideways to get him to balance.

Thorn is about as flexible as Sonic, but her clothes limit some of her movements sadly

The skirt doesn't allow the hips to bend as much, and her shoulders can't be twisted too far back due to the leaves. Also this probably depends on the figure but some of the paint work on her quills is slightly shoddy 😔 still miles better than some other Jakks figures though lmao

Her hammer is obviously removable and it kinda looks like there's room to stick the green shard on the end? Maybe??

This range doesn't have shards yet but I know the 2 inch range has the red shard, so I'm hoping eventually the 5 inch range will get them too.

A Mr Dr Eggman figure also exists but I didn't want that one so. Idk what it's like LOL

I will be honest the amount of articulation can actually make them a bit harder to pose even while giving you more posing options. It's a bit finicky to get their knees and ankles right, but once you get them standing they have pretty good balance. I think as with most articulated figures and dolls you can get the issue of loose joints, one of my Sonic's shoulders is loose and so won't stay at certain angles which can be annoying. Opposite to that, Thorn's wrists are very stiff, I think it's just luck for how good the joints will be skfjfhdg

HELL YEAH!!!

[hwajin]

#! — [ sleep ] Bang Chan

— gn!reader // sfw // mentions of insomnia? rlly soft otherwise <33

A quiet, low pitched snore tore you out of your calmness, causing you to convert your eyes from your phone down to the figure laying soundly in your arms. The sound was so unfamiliar to you, so unknown that the only thing you were able to do for a few moments was simply stare and look, fascinated. Chan always seemed like he was barely ever sleeping, already awake when you opened your eyes in the morning and never the first to fall asleep at night, no matter how late. There was a time you wondered if he ever slept at all, never catching him taking naps or dozing off in your presence whatsoever, and at some point in your relationship 'sleepyhead' was the nickname you earned from him — after all he was always left watching you sleep, and a nickname for it was only given.

Now Chan was the one sound asleep in your arms, however, much to you surprise, yet satisfaction. The warm and all in-taking feeling that made its way through every fibre of your body every time you saw your boyfriend sleep, in your arms especially, was overwhelming every time anew. He's told you many times that 'your arms was the only place he'd sleep hours on end' and that 'next to you was the only time he'd ever find peace for even a couple hours' — and seeing it true, having him breathing slowly and snoring against the crook of your neck and chest had you feeling some kind of pride, almost, or a feeling deeper then what you could grasp at all. Your hands, phone long forgotten and resting on your pillow, were tangled in his hair, knowing the feeling of scratching at his scalp relaxed him just this much more. Your body was almost stiff, careful to barely move, determined to not be the reason he awoke much too early. You knew he wouldn't be sleeping for too long anyways, would wake up sooner or later and stay up the rest of the night to seemingly work on more projects, yet even the short moments he managed to find his quiet was too precious for you to interrupt, at all. And you couldn't help but smile down fondly at him, not when his puffy lips were puckered up in a pout, his limbs so heavy and hugged closely around your body, his hair a mess and tickling your skin. It was a sight you never wanted to let go, a view so pretty you forever wanted to remember.

Until he stirred open, until he suddenly flinched in the hold of your arms, his tired eyes opening in a confused manner, as though a dream shook him awake, or a sensation that you didn't get to notice scared him to his senses. It was another sight you adored, though you would have enjoyed to have him sleep just a little more. Yet the pureness and innocence in his manners and face right after a a nap, or a good nights sleep was nothing but endearing, a giggle eliciting out your throat unintentionally. Chan looked up at you, your chest vibrating against him and causing him to blush just slightly, feeling caught, as though falling asleep was never in his plans and you watching him was as embarrassing as nothing else could ever be.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

A giggle from your lips, and Chan burried his head just this much more into your chest at the sound of you calling him your designated nickname. Your hands snuck around him even tighter, relishing in the feeling of having him close to you like this, without second thoughts and so freely it got you dizzy. You could feel your boyfriend shake in laughter against you as well, arms pulling you closer to his body, as though needing to feel you closer, as though longing for you on an even deeper level than you were already. It started to get warm under the blankets you were tangled in, but neither of you could care any less.

"I'm sorry, I didn't wanna fall asleep on you."

You laughed out loud, typical for Chan only to apologize for something as banal as sleeping, and you ruffled his hair in adoration, earning a fit of tickles to your sides from him. Moments like this were bound to turn into memories forever, and you wished to be able to live in them forever more, to stop the time and replay them on repeat, for the end of times.

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i tried falling for u — kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader tags-childhood friends (not rlly friends, just classmates), angst, heavy pining. i never wrote full angst before so sorry if this is shit but anyway

Kids are fucking mean.

You’d been in love with Kuroo since you were eight years old. Something about the way he towered over his classmates, towered over you had you breathless, adrenaline pumped through your veins every morning at six am as you got ready for school, head full of Tetsurō.

He’d always been taller than the majority, standing tall at 5'6 at the juvenile age of eight. You’d spent most of your times gawking at him in secret, totally un-oblivious to not-so-secret transparent stares; eyes lingering on his figure whenever he walked past your table in class, walked past your in the hallways, playgrounds, cafeteria; eyes totally captivated on his entire being, your body froze up everytime you spotted him, messy bed hair and all in the corner of your eye.

Your friend, Mika, teased you for it, relentlessly. Snapping her fingers in your face to grab your attention from the giant over to her. 

You had been practicing for the volleyball tryouts just to spend time with him, wasting time on your weekend learning how to put the volley in volleyball.

 After a couple weeks of self-practice, you were getting nowhere so you had mustered up the very little confidence inside you to tap on his shoulder, tugging on the flimsy fabric till he turned around, eyes meeting no-ones until he looked down. 

The moment his eyes met yours, you almost ran away, running behind the huge tree with bark thick enough to hide behind without being seen. Your stomach churns almost nauseatingly when his brows furrowed, looking at you almost weirdly.

 “What do you want?” He said after at least fifteen seconds of silence and stares from a random girl that bothered him mid-serve.

“I—uh, can you help me?” You fumbled for words, swallowing excessively at the silence that followed after you used up all the confidence you had to pop the question; you failed to realise you didn’t even suggest what you needed help for.

“Help you with what?” His voice is a little rough, high in pitch but rough nonetheless. It had you fighting the urge to disappear, underwaying turbulence forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Volleyball?” You stated it like it’s obvious, hands moving from behind you to hold out the volleyball you had bought with your own money—yeah, that’s how much you liked him—and smiled weakly at him. “I need help with my serves.”

“You’re on the volleyball team?!” 

“No—” You were unable to finish your sentence when his face scrunched up in disappointment. Panicking, you quickly add on, “but I’m trying out! Th-that’s why I need help.”

“Kuro.” A soft voice from the other end of the field speaks up, “what’s taking so long?”

“Ah Kenma, this girl needed help with serving.” 

Your world comes to an abrupt stop when he placed his hand on your shoulder, butterflies frolocking around in your stomach when he pushed you forward to face Kenma, the small brunette who has his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you for disturbing his practice time.

“Whaddya think? Should we help her?”

You stood stiff and still, body rivaling that of a mannequin as Kenma’s eyes rake over your entire form. You felt naked under his stare, the harsh winds of the winter afternoon breezing past had your skirt brushing against your skin to remind you that you were fully clothed. 

“Sure.” Kenma shrugged his shoulders and the weight from your shoulders got lifted, metaphorically and physically as Tetsurō removed his bigger hand from your shoulder.

“Alright go over there, I’ll teach you.”

You spent the rest of that afternoon practicing with the both of them. You managed to see Kuroo smile whenever you got the serve over the net, laugh whenever it hit the net or went out of bounds and even compliment you before he left, patted you on the shoulder a bit too aggressively and told you to keep up the good work and you’ll make the team.

You couldn’t stop the smile on his face when the two of them left, disappearing back inside Kenma’s house just across the road. Oh, did I mention you lived just a couple houses away from him? You had the luxury of watching him go for his morning jog everyday at 6am—that’s definitely the reason you wake up that early, not just for school.

Months later, you made the team, playing as the team’s libero. 

It was amazing, until you found out that you and Kuroo would not be on the same team. It didn’t occur to you at the time that girls and boys don’t play on the same team, but do attend tournaments and other competitions together. 

You were devastated, more than devastated honestly; regretting all the months of work and time you put in just to get into volleyball.

The longer you played volleyball though, the more you liked it and came to the realisation that the training you did paid off.

At a volleyball camp, set up by the school, the girls team went over to the boys team and asked them to play truth or dare. 

Your friend Mika was the deciding force behind the whole idea, winking in your direction when it came to Kuroo’s turn.

“Kuroo! Truth or dare?”

“Uh—” He lifted his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them before continuing, “Dare.”

“I dare you…” Mika paused, dragging out the word ‘you’ as she looked around the circle. You had a feeling that wink was her up to no good, and kept your gaze focused on the wooden floor of the gym, playing around with your shoelaces. 

“...give (y/n) a kiss on the cheek.”

The air from your lungs gets coughed out violently as you choke around on nothing, eyes flitted up to face Mika who winked at you again, assuring you everything will be okay. One look to your right, confirmed that nothing would be alright, because Kuroo’s face looked like he had been forced to drink swamp water. “No thanks, truth.” 

You swear you felt like throwing up. The chicken nuggets you ate earlier for lunch are already making their way up your throat. 

This isn’t real, right? It’s just a kiss on the cheek--

The snickers coming from his male counterparts and your own teammates had you dipping your chin down, facing the floor once more, wishing you had earbuds on to drown out the sounds of their mockery.

You quit the team two months after that. 

You thought maybe distancing yourself from the sport would also help you get rid of your crush.

News flash, it didn’t.

Your crush stuck with you into your first year of middle school, and your second…and third.

You spent the last weeks of your final term in middle school preparing, and waiting for the right time to ask Tetsurō out for the school dance, catching him at his locker after practice, tugging on the back of his shirt once more because that was the only way you knew how to get his attention.

He slammed his locker shut, volleyball shoes in one hand, P.E bag slung over his shoulder, still towering over you, (he’s 5 '10 now). “Yo, what’s up?”

“I just want to know—” You swung on the balls of your heels, avoiding his gaze at all costs so you don’t splutter on your words. “Do you maybe—I mean, are you going to the dance?”

“The dance?”

“Yeah, the one next week, for the third years to celebrate…before we leave for high school?”

Kuroo leaned against the lockers, head hitting the lockers softly as he looked up the ceiling, touching the base of his neck with his hand. “Aaah, I dunno. That shit looks kinda lame.”

“Oh.” You quickly fixed your face to hide your disappointment, “yeah, it’s super lame. I wouldn’t even wanna go.”

He snickered, tugging his arm through his coat sleeve. “So you’re not goin’?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

“Yeah, same. I guess I’ll see you around…” he paused for a beat, your breath hitched in your throat when he looked directly at you, “what’s your name again?”

Oh.

“It’s (Y/n).” You told him, praying that you have the self control to hold yourself together when you feel your eyes start to heat up, the tears threatening to escape and your bottom lip started to quiver, “we went to primary school together?”

A tear falls when he looked away, down at his phone when it buzzed and you use that distraction to quickly wipe it with your sleeve. “Primary, ay? Hm…”

He really doesn’t remember—

“You helped me with volleyball? That one time?” Your tone is fairly uncertain, as if you don’t even remember it yourself; maybe it was all a dream or something. Still no memory of you.

“I live like two houses away from you and Kenma—”

“Oh, speaking of!” He perks up and you stand up a little straighter, hoping he’d remembered something of your existence. “I gotta go, Kenma’s waiting for me! I’ll see you later, uhh?”

“(Y/n)...” You’d said, defeated, hands trembling on the strap of your school bag as you watched him exit through the school doors.

A week later, you saw him at the dance.

Dancing with Mika.

Remember Mika? Your so-called best friend? 

Yeah.

You watched in utter disbelief as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, not missing how she had to tiptoe a little bit to reach his height, not missing how she smiled as he whispered something into her ear, not missing the red tint on his ears when she kissed him on the cheek. 

That was supposed to be you—

But the betrayal didn’t end there.

Oh, how could you forget high school. 

Your crush on Tetsurō thankfully faded away throughout the years, only a couple sprinkles in your mind came back everytime you crossed him in the halls. 

Aside from the inevitable dull heart ache inside your chest when you saw him, high school was pretty much a success. You’d made a tiny group of friends; Mika and Tetsurō dated for like a couple months, breaking up halfway during your first year.

You never spoke to her again.

Brief ‘heys’ and nods exchanges between you and Tetsurō occurred too. You didn’t go full ghost, you kept as minimum contact as possible.

Until your third year, when Kuroo magically spoke to you again, approaching you at a party his fellow teammate Yamamoto hosted, inviting Kuroo’s arch nemesis, Daishou Suguru.

You were totally unaware that Daishou had a crush on you. Only finding it out after the incident happened.

Kuroo and Daishou had gotten into an argument. 

You weren’t sure when or where or why it happened, because you were by the poolside, pants rolled up to your knees as you dipped your legs into the pool, chatting with your tiny group of friends.

Kuroo came strolling in, dropping down beside you by the pool. “Hey.”

You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or not, a quick turn to left, you faced him as he was looking at you with a weak smile on his face. “...Hey?”

“Why’d you sound so unsure?” 

You shrug.

He shifted his hands behind him, and you struggled to maintain eye contact with him, shifting your sight over to the ripples in the pool water. He dips his head down to look at you. “Everything okay?”

This was probably the longest conversation you’d had with him so far. No, you weren’t fucking okay. You felt like you were about to throw up—no, that’s nasty. 

“I’m good, yeah.”

You send him a reassuring smile that wasn’t so reassuring; he could see it. He wasn’t blind, nor was he stupid. The brief second you looked back over at the pool, you missed him shooting his gaze up to Daishou, lounging beside the door, hands on Mika’s waist as he whispered something in her ear.

Oh, so that’s how you’re playing. Tetsurō’s tongue poked at his cheek before standing up, offering you his hand. “Wanna come dance with me?”

You stare down at his palm, it looks so soft, before blinking up at him. “What?” 

“Dance with me.” He shakes his hand in the air, reminding you that it’s there for you to take. When you just stare at him, dazed and confused, he said, “c’mon. You’re clearly sad. Let me cheer you up.” 

It never occurred to you how random this all was, how he suddenly wanted to talk to you today, dance with you today when he could’ve done all that before when you had asked him yourself that one day. You’re not even sure he remembered that incident either.

But you just brushed it off, thinking he’s into you as well and finally saw how head over heels you were for him. 

So you accept his hand, let him drag you inside, let you dance on him, told you jokes, smiled with you, laughed with you. If you weren’t so blinded by love, you wouldn’t have missed the countless glances over your shoulder at Daishou, doing the same exact thing with Tetsurō‘s ex-girlfriend. 

He cupped your cheek and the music drowned out, ears picking up nothing but the sound of his breathing as you stared up at him. His eyes darted down to your lips and sweat formed all over your body. You felt sticky and disgusting as your body temperature rose the closer his face got to yours…is it hot in here?

Your lips opened and closed for a moment before your eyes squeezed shut, preparing yourself for the impact. When Kuroo kissed you, your heart beated through your chest, you could hear it in your ears. His lips were soft as he worked them lazily against yours, hands still holding your face tight.

You had no clue what to do with your hands, awkwardly holding them at your side as if you were scared to touch him. Your trembling hands finally lifted, resting just on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, mimicking the action Mika had done on that day.

Then it hit you; this was your first kiss. Tetsurō Kuroo was your first fucking kiss. And it was amazing. Fireworks went off in your head, giving you the urge to go an extra mile, grabbing his hand from your face, you moved it down to your waist, insisting him to hold you there.

He gratefully did so, sliding his hands up and down your back and you fought the urge to cry. His touch was so warm, so caring, so gentle. 

A rough hand ripped Tetsurō away from you and you were left cold, practically shivering as you missed his warmth. Kuroo made eye contact with Daishou who looked livid. He was breathing way too heavily and his jaw was clenched.

Kuroo only cackled, the laughter is still something ringing in your ears to this day and slapped a hand on Daishou’s shoulder, “You good, brah?”

“Don’t fuckin’ ‘you good brah’ me! What did you have to bring her into this?!” The entire party stops what they’re doing to watch the commotion, Daishou’s voice loud enough to catch everyones attention as he points at you, your face still flushed from the makeout.

“So when you make moves on my ex it’s fine, but when I kiss your crush it’s not?”

“Crush?” You say, quietly and Daishou looks at you like he’s fumbling for the right words. “Wait, wait—so you don’t like me, Kuroo? You just kissed me for what—?”

“It’s not a big deal,” he shrugs, your heart tore in two.

“Big deal?” You clenched your trembling fists, “that was my first kiss.” You tried to sound angry, but your voice was wavering, your confident persona crumbling down into pieces in front of everyone. “You—did you even know I liked you? After all these years? And you’re just—are you serious right now?”

“You like me?” He didn’t sound phased, just passed it off as a regular occurrence which you assume is normal because he gets confessions on a regular basis. “Oh, my bad, I guess.”

You examined him once more, trying to search for at least a sorry bone in his body, searching for at least an ounce of guilt, but you failed to find anything. Daishou just watched the entire thing, blinking the entire time and Kuroo looked around awkwardly when hot tears started to fall down from your face.

You sped out that party faster than you’d ever ran before, dropping down by a street light and cried, mascara spilling down your face. It was messy and honestly your breaking point. You’d spent at least ten years pining over this guy, only for each time you mustered up the courage to talk to him he either;

Forgot you existed

Blew you off/lied to you

Humiliated you in front of everyone

You were struggling with confidence issues in the past, had a single friend your entire childhood, and she ended up betraying you either way. Your current friends, who you’re sure saw the commotion inside —because who the fuck didn’t? —still didn’t come in to check on you. Not even a text asking if you’re okay, didn’t chase after you, didn’t call you.

Nothing.

You sat there on the sidewalk, diggin your face into your knees and sobbed into your arms. 

After you’re sure what is around five minutes, there’s a tap on your shoulder. 

“Go away.” You mutter, not wanting to be bothered by some stranger asking why you’re sitting on a sidewalk at 10PM on a Friday night. The stranger taps again and you don’t respond this time, hoping they grab the hint. But they don’t; tapping once more and you shoot up, “What?!”

The guy steps back a bit, hands in the air before moving them to his pockets. “Just wanted to see if you’re okay.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I mean,” he doesn’t need to say much; you had dried tears on your face, black ink tracing down your cheeks from the mascara, your eyes were puffy and red, and your chest was stuttering with each breath you took, “you—uh, don’t look so good?”

“I’m fine.” You wipe your nose with your arm, smudging your fucked up makeup even more. 

“No, you’re not.” There’s shifting and the man sits down next to you on the sidewalk. “I saw what happened in there.”

“Ok.”

“It was pretty fucked.”

“Ok.” 

He sighs when you don’t co-operate, raking his eyes down your body he notices you’re shivering. A jacket is thrown onto your shoulders and you grip the sleeves gently, unable to look him in the eyes as you mutter out, “thank you.”

“It’s no problem.” 

You both sit there in silence for a short moment. He’s counting all the cars parked on the opposite side of the road and you dig deep inside your brain trying to think of a conversation starter. 

“I’m (Y/n).”

“Iwaizumi Hajime.” When he tells you his name, you smile at him weakly, looking back down at your fingers. “Want me to walk you home?”

“...yes please.”

[p1nk-syr1nge]

Ello! Can I ask for some hcs-?? Some hcs of the mercs with a friend that likes to just spoil them, maybe with food or drinks, anything- just because they like being generous,

Mercs with a pal that spoils them!!

this was rlly fun tbh... thank u anon :3 we need more like friendship with these guys i think

uh no warnings, just sillies!!

Scout

Honestly I don’t think he’s used to getting spoiled, but the gesture is definitely welcome

His first reaction is to try and do or get something in return though you have to remind him that it was simply an act of kindness and he doesn’t owe you anything.

Though when you continue to spoil him by getting small gifts, buying him food, he gets a little embarrassed, but he’s still very grateful.

Soldier

First reaction is to hug you, though it’s really stiff and bone crushing.

Maybe make him dinner, even feed it to him. He’ll be a bit reticent but trust me, he’s very happy. 

He’s trying to keep up his belligerent and manly front, but fails horribly when you appear with a little gift in hand. He’s probably giggling like a school girl and twirling the straps of his helmet.

Pyro

Oh get them some treats and they will adore you for it.

It doesn’t have to be big to mean something to them, they appreciate it big time.

Definitely squeezes you in a hug, you had to go to medic afterwards because they broke a rib or two.

They’re very happy… will try ‘n get you a silly gift later as well

Demoman

A little sheepish while accepting a gift, but still very grateful. He’ll probably try insisting that he doesn’t need it, though once he finally accepts it he’s super happy.

Might tear up a bit but hides it very well. 

He’s so used to constantly giving, so receiving something for once kinda confuses him.

Just pamper him with homemade food and whatever trinkets you find that remind you of him, he’ll get giddy about it.

Silly guy…. Ily demoman *smooch*

Heavy

He’ll definitely be confused but when you explain it’s just to show appreciation he smiles softly.

Perhaps a pat on the back and a few words of gratitude.

If it’s an object, he’ll put it on a shelf where he can see it frequently. He’s very happy about it…

Maybe go and get him an ice cream after a mission.

Engineer

Oh he’ll give out a hearty laugh. He doesn’t usually get lots of gifts so he feels very appreciated…

Will ruffle your hair and tell you how much he loves whatever you got for him.

If it’s a treat or food he’ll, he’ll enjoy it just as much and be sure to tell you how he enjoyed it afterwards.

He probably needed it too, he gets quite caught up in his work so it probably helped with his hyperfocus.

Sniper

Oh he doesn’t deserve this… is what he’ll say,though deep down he knows he deserves everything in the entirety of ever. But… this will suffice.

He’s happy about it, very happy. 

Kinda like Engie in the way of being very grateful, albeit a little grumpy, that he hasn’t been overly consumed by his work and instead surprised with a small thing.

Grumpy yet whimsical old man, he’s very glad and will put it on the windowsill where he can see it.

Medic

A gift…? For him? 

So incredibly awkward he does not know what to do. Hug…? No, pat on the head…? Uhh… he’ll settle for an odd side hug. 

He wants to show and say how happy he is about whatever you brought him, but he is terrible with words.

It’s ok though because you can understand and just glad that he’s happy with it.

Spy

He’s usually the one to give gifts, so this is a nice change for once.

Whenever you give him something, he always keeps that persona of indifference and aloofness, but you can catch a quick smile if you pay enough attention.

He won’t stay for long or give you a grandiose reaction, but he does make sure you he’s very thankful and appreciative for going out of your way for him.

He’ll probably be up for a while thinking about it, maybe even be a little nicer to you as a treat.

[chezborger]

A/n: rlly took forever but better late than never lol

Warnings and type: Smut, nothing crazy just good ol smut.

"They went this way!." Faint voices are heard along with footsteps that echo againts the city pavement.

Rushing through the busy streets to alleyways they were able to get away just in the nick of time."Quickly in here...!" Lupin motions for the girl to follow, making sure the coast was clear in the process.

"Right behind you." She whispered hiding behind the machinery that adorned the warehouse. Her hands moving againts the cool metal while trying to find her way. she held her breath as lupin stood his ground ready to spring into action as the henchman were just around the corner.

Nobodys here... let clear out!" While the rest followed and it became silent they look at eachother, laughing and sighing with relief.

"They're gone now but where are we?" she looked around trying to piece together how long they were trying to get away. Lupin only smirks and the girl already knows somethings up. "I know that look..."

"You know it well, darling. Always such the wiser." Lupin laughs cheekily. "I knew this warehouse was going to be our safe haven. We just had to lose them on the way here." He nods. "Jigen and Goemon should be making their way to us but it'll take til the morning so we just gotta wait out the night."

The lantern sat dull in the middle between them. It would've been fine to sleep if it werent so cold. But the fear of a sniper outside of the warehouse was enough to stay inside.

"I can hear your teeth chattering as much as mine just come here." Lupin mutters into the quiet air.

"Fine, but no funny business, lupin!" He shuffles over to her but after awhile she started to feel the heat in her face. Never had they been so close with her laying on him she could feel his chin just above her head. She pressed her palms to his chest feeling the fabric underneath her tips and swearing his heart was thumping just as much as hers. His cologne was always a favorite of hers and it smelled extra strong with her nose against his collar. Suddenly his arms move from her shoulders to her waist and she swallows.

"Is this okay for you. or is it too funny for ya?" He laughs probably sensing something was up from her stiffness. Her blush paints her cheeks and her fist close, bawling up against his chest.

"N-No its fine, but only because I'm cold." Her expression was annoyed but mainly embarrassed but her body language said different. Her hands go under his shirt, gliding her cold finger tips againts his torso sending chills up his spine and getting a yelp also in return.

"What happened to no funny business, hmm?" He said almost offended but amused

"What? I'm just trying to get warm is all." She smiled and he chuckled seeing this as an invitation

His hands find there way up to her ribcage. Her skin was a soft contrast to his calloused hands. Instantly goosebumps radiates across her skin and she gasps.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked while his thumbs linger under her breasts sinking into the soft skin.

"Warming me up? Absolutley." She whispered seductively followed along with a small giggle of anticipation.

Lupin wasted no time feeling and fondling the supple skin that filled her chest. soft sounds and heavy breathing were enough to know what felt good for her. Soon enough the knee that was nestled between her legs started to feel pretty good too as her hips moved on there own. While her arms make thier way around his neck to find some balance she pulls him into a kiss that he melted into but his tent was happy to interrupt.

"You've already got a hard on for me?" She breathes

"What can I say you raise other things than my feelings."

They make their way out of clothes blocking from making the magic happen. The cold air no longer cold or maybe no longer bothered them was heated. Labored breaths echoed along the machinery. He slipped in and out just nicely as she moved her hips along. The eye contact made the feeling even sweeter. Both of there eyes glazed with pleasure. Her soft sounds and his turned louder along with the sounds of sex.

"L-Lupin...!" She moaned with every drag that made her eyes roll back. His hands barely left her body as they felt up every inch.

"(Y/n,) You sing such a beautiful symphony." He managed to squeeze in laugh before her nails dug into his shoulder earning a moan to bubble up from his throat. Her legs started to burn from moving faster but she didnt seem to mind. the feeling finally snapping as it washing over the both of them like a wave of pleasure. Even after as he slips out she catches herself biting her lip.

"I'm all warmed up now, Lupin." She breathes. Lupin smiles basking in the glow of post sex but its interrupted as lips kiss againts his neck. "We've still got a few hours til morning how about you warm me up some more?"

[briarrosescurse]

(dances) 📖 what if, idol au 4 all ur beebs

i may know shit abt idols and how everything works BUT id die on a hill for this au (dances with u)

also pls dont mind my inner kpoppie coming out, my bias for certain styles is rlly shining through... IM ALSO NO EXPERT, SO DONT JUDGE ME

idols au

roza: she is in an unit but occasionally releases single albums due to her astounding popularity! roza follows usually girl crush concepts or concepts focused around love (including heartbreak) but her fans also adore it when she deviates from that and takes another turn - for example, in their latest comebacks (and roza’s solo), their concepts changed more into self-love!

despite that, people are so surprised to find out how much of a playful sweetheart she actually is. due to her clueless but entertaining personality, people love seeing her in interviews or shows.

roza is vocally quite strong and is usually praised for her range. she definitely has room for improvement in the dance apartment, but in her unit, she is the main vocalist. other people would consider her to be the visual alongside with another member.

examples would be; blackpink and mamamoo but as well as heize and iu

xiang: this man works as a solo idol and he is known for his more mature, sensual and sometimes rather explicit concepts. his albums are always a... sight to behold, honestly. let’s just say, they follow rather risque ideas - but hey, the producers and managers can’t complain, he’s bringing in the cash.

xiang is most definitely a more visual and dance heavy idol - his good looks attract attention and not to mention his build allows for some rather unique wardrobe choices. fancams of those love to go viral and they make people’s jaws drop.

other than that, he is actually excelling quite well at demanding dances - people like to praise him for keeping up a great vocal performance despite the difficult dances.

compared to actor au, however, he is viewed with a much more critical eye; xiang’s bold and doesn’t hold back his tongue, after all. not to mention, his fans grow quite jealous of him being possibly involved in love affairs.

if i had to give examples of the type of music he’d have, i’d say... wonho - it’s exactly what i imagine for xiang. other than that, i’d add taemin, nct or vixx

theodor: sweet lil’ theo is in an unit! his height brings him a bit at an disadvantage but his vocal abilities are very outstanding for that. he very much fits in more cheerful and crush themes - people eat that shit up and think his unit’s eras with those concepts is where he shines.

people love to gift him plushies of alpacas or llamas during fanmeets. he keeps every single one of them and the amount of photos that he posts of them with himself is astounding - not to mention during the fanmeets, you can see him hugging them for almost the whole duration.

watching the dance practices is usually pretty fun because you can see theodor making funny faces; he always brings a lot of sunshine with that cute face of his into the room and that makes him a huuuuge fan favorite for the stans of his group.

examples would be: shinee and got7

balgair: ASSUMING balgair would be in stagrove as a sort of. subunit? OR AT LEAST in a group with a similar style. i’d say he is definitely a dance heavy idol. most likely lead dancer AT LEAST. i think of like... very on point and synchronized. definitely also pretty rebellious and bad boy concepts going on.

like i said, i'd deem balgair to be a lead dancer - people would say he is rather underappreciated and deserves a lot more recognition. they also complain about the lack of his lines. but further than that, balgair's got a very charming and charismatic character - he only lets his mischievous side show during shows or interviews. he also appears to be fluent in a few foreign languages, so international fans always joke about him having a secret account to see what content the fans produce for him.

during fanmeets people LOVE talking to him, just because of how extroverted and friendly he is. they also comment on how, close up, you can really notice his unique fox-like face structures.

examples: nct and block b

chloe: she's a rather more 'unknown' idol, if you are not part of the community, but still has a certain reputation. as a solo artist, she goes against the typical girl crush concept and follows something more gender stereotype breaking.

she's very heavy on the vocal parts and also is praised for her pretty face, despite the lack of facial expressions she shows during lives or interviews. however, according to her fans, the longer you follow her and her content, the more you realize she's just a very awkward girl, bad at expressing her feelings - but that's what makes her so loveable.

she isn't the most actice idol, thus comebacks are rather not frequent for her, but you can very often see ads where she participates.

examples: moonbyul

madeline: good ol' maddy is the visual of his group. his vocal range is outstanding, but he is only considered as the lead vocal in his unit. he's another one where people like to say that his dancing leaves room for improvement; it's an inside joke in his fanbase that he is stiff like a log during dance practice.

madeline was formerly just an actor before he switched branches. his fanbase carried over as well, so he already made a name for himself. people did enjoy watching his growth, though; at first, it was hard for him getting used to teamwork, as he appeared to see it all as a competition instead of a group project, thus he was rather hostile in his trainee days. but he grew and developed and his fanbase really enjoys pointing that out about him.

his concepts are often a bit more on the emotional side; showing a rather vulnerable side of love, so to say. other than, his concepts are a lot more 'artsy' and tend to carry a convoluted plotline throughout the album. it's unusual, but certainly unique.

examples: bts and exo

briar: and lastly! our pricky prick himself! briar is one of the unexpectedly older idols but for that he is pretty much a talent in all fields - dancing, singing and even his visuals are nothing to complain about. he is a bit more... controversial, so to say? a lot of multistans think he is rather arrogant and really unfriendly - while they recognize his talent, they are critical of his attitude.

his concepts are varying, but it's usually also more of a bad boy and mature theme. his dance routines are fun to watch. sometimes, behind the scenes, you can see him teaching other members or helping them out. it's not too unusual for people to believe he is the leader of the unit.

examples: nu'est and 2pm

[catharrington]

angsty sappy prompt where steve & billy arent together but they have a thing then something happens between them and steve kisses someone else in a drunken fit then goes to billy and billy gets rlly sad and soft bc theyre afraid of how much they like each other

Bullshit is ringing between Steve’s ears as he floats, hovering just barely stable in Robin’s kitchen, and gulps down another drink. His toes are curled inside of his shoes. The alcohol in his cup is swallowed down before the ice can melt. And in the living room he hears Duran Duran playing loud enough to drown out the voice inside of his head yelling he isn’t good enough.

There’s a sweep over his shoulder and down his arm. Steve turns to see Zach, a tall, tall guy he remembered from the basketball team and has been hanging off his arm all night. Two years out of highscool and out of relationships but he still knows eyes that linger when he sees them. Still knows what it’s like to long and crave, and hunger.

‘Hungry like the wolf’ starts playing just as Zach slips the empty glass from Steve’s fingers. Replacing them with his own long ones. Steve turns to face him, then flicks his eyes up to Zach’s pretty black hair. His pretty black eyes. Long, long lashes.

“Maybe you’ve had enough,” Zach tries, “lets get back to the party and dance?”

“Why can’t we dance right here?” Steve pulls on his arm, gets it straight and taught, and makes Zach stand flush to his chest. Lifts their joint hands to his shoulder while the other starts playing with the edge of Zach’s shirt right on the hip.

There’s a laugh, a slap as Zach has to use his other arm to brace on the counter quickly so they don’t fall in their swaying. “Stevie,” their noses nudge together in closeness, “I wanna drive you back home- you’re drunk!”

“I live two apartments down, Zachy, why don’t you just walk me? Save some gas?”

That gets Zach groaning. Steve pulls his arm taught to lead him out of the kitchen and past a sputtering Robin. Sloshing her drink around and calling something important after him, but Steve doesn’t listen. He gets Zach out into the hallway. It’s a miracle he doesn’t fall as the soft carpet turns to slick hardwood.

“This is my place,” Steve spots the golden letters nailed to the door and leans against it. Letting his almost dead weight crash the door in. Zach doesn’t waste a moment and follows, crowding Steve up to the door with one elbow next to his head and their hands still holding.

“Inside?” Zach asks shortly, leering down at Steve from his inches he has on him. It makes Steve feel kept, feel wanted. Hell, maybe it makes him feel good enough.

Steve reaches one hand up to trace along Zachs jaw, fingertips stabbing the underside, and leans in for a quick kiss. Zach scoots his hand closer to cradle the back of Steve’s head holding him there. They move to either side, let their lips search and move as they take and take. Steve whimpers soft and low into the kiss, because his eyes are burning wet.

He draws back first, shocked as much as Zach is, blinking back tears. He sucks in a breath just to try and clear his head. It doesn’t quite work.

“Stevie,” Zach starts. He bends in to press another kiss, but Steve turns and he only pecks the corner of gin glossy lips.

Steve can’t say he doesn’t want, because god he wants. Can’t say he isn’t hungry, because yes he craves swollen sporty arms boxing him in against the wood. But Steve doesn’t know how to say he doesn’t feel a thing. His stomach is soured with its emptiness. Maybe he drank too much on too little dinner. But he hasn’t had lunch or breakfast, for that matter. So Steve can’t seem to form the right words.

“I’m tired,” he says.

“Let me take you to bed then?” Zach is leering. His dark brows high on his forehead.

“I- ah... no, no, not tonight. My- my roommate is home. I shouldn’t.” Steve searches for the words and lets them flow as they come.

Zach, for all the hours Steve has gotten to know him that night, surprises him as he backs off. Dragging his arm heavy down the door and untangles his fingers with Steve’s. “I’ve got your number,” he says as much as he asks, “and now I know where you live,” he smiles.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Sure,” he runs his hand across Zach’s jaw again, it’s not as warm he he wishes. Doesn’t burn. “Give me a call.”

Then his black hair is disappearing down the hallway and around the corner. Steve watches it go, before he tentatively turns the knob.

Inside, their small two bedroom smells like warm spice. There’s a whisper of a rolling boil, and louder than that a humming from the kitchen. Steve steps out of his shoes and drops his coat and keys where they may before he lets the smell hook his nose and drag him.

Billy is cooking something in a huge metal pot. Stirring it with a huge spoon, one hand leafing through a book, and humming. Steve might recognize it as Black Sabbath, some soft low heavy shit. But he doesn’t say.

“Smells so good, Bill,” he does say. Heaving himself up into one of their counter stools. “You haven’t cooked in so long- like, so long.”

Billy shrugs. Doesn’t turn around. “Haven’t been hungry.” Steve bites at the bottom of his lip. Brings his thumb up to toy with it when it’s nice and swollen. Watches Billy’s arm flex as he stirs the pot. He’s so hungry.

“Making it for the house, right? I’m so drunk and I’ve got the taste of this random guy in my mouth I just have to get out,” Steve rambles when he doesn’t mean to. Overshares and digs holes, it’s his stick. He screws his eyes shut and curses himself. Billy’s humming is gone. The voices inside Steve’s head are back reminding him he isn’t worth shit.

Steve closes his eyes and misses the way Billy’s arm flexes. How he rips at the corner of his cooking book’s paper just a tad.

“Of course, pretty boy. You know you’re welcome to help yourself. I mean- you would if I just left it in the fridge anyway.” Billy rolls his shoulders back and tries to laugh off their stiffness but it’s hard. It’s so hard.

“Guilty,” Steve sings. He pretends to laugh right along side Billy.

Then there’s a shallow wooden bowl clicking down on the counter in front of Steve. A spoon dipped into the thick yellow sauce. “Curry,” Billy explains with a tick of his full lips, a pretty turn up of his kissable red smile, “not the best for a midnight snack, but it’s good for comfort food.”

Steve’s fingers pass Billy’s as he takes the spoon. They are hot, just as warm as the steam rolling off the curry. He imagines he hears a shivering exhale, but it might just be his imagination. “I hope it’s good for hangovers!” Steve yelps out interrupting his own thoughts.

He’s earned a soft nod, another smile. And Billy is looking down at his own bowl poking at the hot food. “So who’s the lucky asshole who left a bad taste in your mouth?” He asks.

Steve blows on a spoofull of food like a child, takes the bite, then talks with his mouth open, “Zach- uh, some guy from high school. He’s alright. Thinking about loosing his number down the drain though.”

“His breath that rank?” Billy’s hands stop playing with his food. His eyes are cast down and focusing on the movement of Steve’s lips.

Steve takes another bite. Doesn’t know how to say I was imaging your ugly mustache, I was hoping for someone warmer like you. Doesn’t know how to call out Billy on watching his lips like he wants to kiss him. Steve really really doesn’t know how to ask if that means more. How to admit that he wants that to mean more.

So he chews. Tries to forget Billy only pulls out his mom’s cook book from California when he gets sad. Swallows, and watches Billy’s eyes follow his Adam’s apple move with it.

“I like to keep my options open,” he settles on. “I’m not really the relationship type. Don’t want to break any hearts.”

Billy laughs and looks down at the counter. His hair soft in the glow of only a single light behind him. The rest of the apartment almost black. Steve hasn’t noticed until now that Billy’s hair has gotten long since the last time he let Steve run his fingers though it. Grip it hard. Pull his head back as he kissed him.

Steve reaches his claws out, forgetting his food and his self for just a cloudy drunken moment, and touches the tip of one ringlet curl.

“Open,” Billy repeats in a soft tone.

“Bill,” Steve tugs. He’s hungry, wants attention, those blue eyes back on him. “Can we eat on your bed? Take this to go, I mean?”

The curl gets pulled from Steve’s hands with a sharp shake of his head. Billy pushs up off the counter, leaves his bowl to get cold. “You’re drunk, Steve. Go to sleep.”

Breathing in one shaky breath, letting out a long tendril of smoke; Steve steadies his hand from shivering so bad the spoon falls from it. Billy’s door closes on the far end of their two bed room apartment. He’s back in silence. Back to not being good enough.

[sagemoderocklee]

💘💋for GaaLee!

my hcs for things kind of shift around a lot depending on what i’m writing--like AUs are gonna be different from canon obviously, but also like it depends on the canon im working within. like the way I approach Gaara for Art of Love is different from Alliance, etc. so i may be a lil all over the place with these...

💘: lovestruck headcanons 

so i imagine that Lee is more of the type to get lovestruck than gaara is, and he’s far more obvious about it obviously. i think that lee grows a lot as a person from the time when he was all of 13 years old and asking sakura to go out with him. i think he’s still prone to being the sort to like insta-crush on someone he thinks is cute, but i think that as he gets older it happens less and less until he gets to a point where his approach to and perspective on romance has matured. 

with lee, i think he’s basically the sort to be 10000% smitten, he’s a complete and utter sap, a hopeless romantic. he wears his feelings on his face clear as day and everyone knows he’s got it realllllll bad. like spacing out day dreaming in the middle of training and accidentally breaking something he shouldn’t have, heavy sighing while out to dinner with friends, wistful longing, etc. like def is the sort to be loud and proclaim his undying love and unwavering devotion.... after he and gaara have like actually confessed. when he’s still like mooning over gaara it’s all about that tender ache. the longing of a far away love. lee definitely tries to write poetry and send it to gaara, but he chickens out about sending actual poetry so he just sends like a regular letter. that he has to write like ten times because he can’t decide how to start it--

“is dear Gaara too informal? is Kazekage-sama too formal? I do not want him to think I do not care about him! my dearest Kazekage--no, no dearest friend! but i want him to think of me as more than a friend!” etc

and then of course he has to figure out how to sign off on it and he agonizes over that too.

lee just... agonizes. all the time. 

he agonizes over not getting to see gaara. he agonizes over what to do when he does see him. what to say, am i staring too much? oh no is my face red? oh i should not have said that.... and so on. 

gaara is more.... quietly and intently obsessed. 

he’s gotta first figure out why his feelings for lee are so... different from his feelings for others. why can’t he stop thinking about him. why does he miss lee so much more than say naruto? why does he feel so good when lee comes to suna? 

once he parses through his emotions, he’s still gonna obsess over it all but now he’s not obsessing over the whys and wherefores. he’s obsessing over “could lee actually love me?” and “what is the right thing to do?” and he asks temari for advice because he can’t trust kankurou with this sort of thing--kankurou’s too much of a bachelor for real honest relationship advice but his sister is happily married with a kid so he knows she’ll give him good advice. and then he’s gotta obsess over the political complications. temari and shikamaru were one thing, but he and lee? oh that’s a whole world of political turmoil. 

and then of course there’s just the general obsessing over lee. like he definitely requests lee’s taijutsu expertise more than necessary. he takes any chance to visit konoha. he always manages to make time for lee. he’s normally the sort who likes his personal space but when he’s with lee he tends to lean in to him more. he tends to look for reasons to be close, not necessarily touching. and he definitely definitely stares way. too. much. temari has to remind him on multiple occasions that staring is rude and also unnerving and lee might think he wants to kill him again instead of just go out with him

tenten definitely misreads gaara’s intense staring and worries about foolish lovestruck lee when the object of his affection clearly wants him dead. 

obviously they all laugh about the confusion when it’s all out in the open but like... there’s definitely some confusion for a while.

 👄: kissing headcanons

so generally speaking i find fandom’s approach to gaara kind of annoying and gross. like the whole shy, blushing virgin thing isn’t who he is. and i hate that even sp made him like clueless about romance and marriage and had kankurou give him icha icha as like his sex/romantic education. like that’s so ugly and it’s not cute. he’s a grown ass adult, he’s the leader of his village, he’s got a kill count higher than my credit score. gaara doesn’t need to be a clueless blushing virgin just because he’s got no experience, and it’s kind of gross because of the layers of trauma he has and just the other implications there. 

but anyways gaara knows what dating is he knows what romance is he knows what sex is. god you cannot convince me that episode--for all it’s gaalee content--was actually good because gaara not knowing anything about weddings is impossible. he’s the fucking kazekage. how has he not had to sign off on like a marriage certificate? how has he not been to at least a few weddings???? 

anyways this is getting soap boxy i just... hate this trend so much 

so to the point. 

i know it’s rlly funny imagining gaara and lee being bad kissers but they like just don’t know they are cause they only kiss each other but i imagine that it’s like... 

lee is way way way too enthusiastic and gaara is like “woah what the fuck please stop eating my face. slow down.’ and lee has to like... calm down because kissing is NOT in fact like training and you can’t just like.... go so hard. but gaara is like super awkward and stiff about it, so lee has to be like “not that i do not enjoy being intimate with you, but you really should relax more because it is kind of like kissing sandstone....” 

it helps a bit when gaara like doesn’t wear the sand skin (this is a different hc i have for him fyi) but he’s still like... really stiff and kind of... jerky about kissing. so like where lee has to learn to be slow and sensual, gaara has to learn to be an active participant in the whole thing.

once they get the hang of that though thye kinda figure out how they mesh well with each other with regards to kissing, but they don’t kiss like publicly a whole lot. gaara’s more of the quiet physical affection and lee feels like the majority of kissing is a sacred form of intimacy that should be shared in the privacy of their homes--minus like pecks on the lips, cheeks, forehead kisses, hand kisses.... all of which Lee does do in excess throughout the day.

gaara’s a big fan of the forehead kisses. those are def his favourite thing that lee does for him. gaara’s favourite thing to kiss on lee is the hand he like crushed cause ya know... 

lee is also a big supporter of starting the day with a kiss and ending the day with a kiss. gaara personally likes to wake lee up with kisses since he doesn’t sleep and it’s definitely lee’s favorite thing to wake up to as well.

[goldenscript]

badboy!wooseok

meet jung wooseok, apparently music major extraordinaire with hella tats and a rep for being a badboy

but you personally know him at that lowkey annoying kid who’s Always falling asleep n coming in late in ur creative writing class

y’all met that first day when he wandered in and he just tapped ur shoulder mid-exercise to ask what was goin’ on n although u could’ve been a jerk n not said anything u threw the kid a bone n somehow his piece still surpassed everyone else’s a few days afterwards

ofc you get it. it’s college so being tired from classes and prolly work is what’s getting him but the little green monster on ur shoulder doesn’t relent bc this is where u learn time management and well

you see you love creative writing - you live, breathe, and think it a lot and it’s ur major so why wouldn’t u enjoy the one class that actually specializes in ur own interest???? and you work rlly gosh diddly darn to do it too bc writing really isn’t that easy

you’re one of those people that takes ages to get a piece out but bc this is a creative writing class you have weekly assignments and some pieces are hits n some are misses but u deal with it bc part of it is for the grade and another part of it is trying to get more experience in the field

anyway, unlike u, wooseok doesn’t seem to rlly try,,, that hard,,, or rlly,,, at,, all n that’s what ticks u off

ur the the kind of person who not just hates slackers, u abhor them n u suppose he tries rlly hard with his major since who wouldn’t??? but he doesn’t w/ urs n when ur teacher an english TA named Hui was talking to him abt writing before class he said it was soOoOOOo easy n u were p resolved to disliking the kid immediately

u just find ur seat near the back with the 30+ students n out of all the ppl to sit by,,,, he sits by u n u jst don’t try to think abt how much u dislike him n his dumb face tht’s starting to fall asleep AGAIN

but ok u sneak a small peek n u have to admit,,,, he’s actually pretty cute like u kno that he seemed p intimidating when u first saw him bc at first glance he’s this flippin’ hulking giant at like 6′2″ with tats up to his neck and sleeve u only get a peek of bc he’s enveloped in a huge jacket 99.9% of the time n he usually has furrowed brows n his lips pulled into a straight line unless he’s talking to hui or some other dude in his large ass group of friends bUT

the peaceful look on his face is different than those times n u kinda make a mental note of it even tho u most certainly are Not comparing his eyelashes to fluttering dark angel wings or his peaceful face to something akin to a statue in a museum

nope

no u r not

n- ok fine maybe a little 

bUT it was part of the warm up assignment to write a snippet of literally anything n he struck ur mind in that split moment n now ur back to aiming a well needed elbow to his side bc hui scanning the aisles for a potential victim to share their piece as he usually does n although u dislike wooseok ur not that spiteful

and right as hui picks on someone right beside u two, wooseok wakes up n looks at you with this really grateful n apologetic look tht u whisper the instructions to him bc gdi ur a good person

he may fall asleep n sometimes comes in late or not at all but u won’t let him fall behind so long as u can help it bc green monster aside ur conscience would hate u

anywayyyyy this particular day is only a little different bc it’s become one of those days where 6 PM is when the sun goes down and it’s pretty dark n not many students are on campus bc hello no one likes being on campus at night,,,,, save for the few kids who have like bio or math discussion then that’s a blessing bc campus rush hour is no joke n u once almost saw ur life flash before ur eyes bc of a bicyclist

u prepared for the coming of night bc ur residence hall isn’t that far off n most of ur friends are at their dorms or beelining across campus so it’s a solo job, n so u’ve estimated abt 20 minutes walking n 15 minutes speedwalking,,, 10 if u jog but ur plan is to speedwalk bc ur bag is heavy with books from ur other classes so no thnx

the moment ur released from class u start making a beeline out of there bc once ur out it’s a hell of a lot darker than u thought and apparently the streetlamps aren’t as bright as u hoped but regardless u try to trek thru the campus as best as u can n preferably near the convenience store since it’s usually open 24 hours and u’d have a place to run into in case someone tried attacking u

but well things kinda go according to plan but not really

u make it prolly halfway before u see this dude just loitering around by the benches near the dark buildings n u try to walk a little faster bc u r Not trying to deal with that tonight 

“hey where you goin’!” he says outta nowhere n u feel urself tense up just a bit

but ofc u look around hoping there’s someone else around n it isn’t just u but it is so u just nervously laugh, “oh yeah haha! just goin’ to the store y’know” bc the bright lights are just up ahead n if he lets u go then u can stay there n hopefully nag one of ur friends to come pick u up if he just doesn’t leave

n he’s just looking at u with feigned disappointment n goes “aw how ‘bout u just stay with me?” n he even dares coming closer

ofc ur ready to peel out of there but another part of u is pretty freakin’ scared bc oFC something just had to happen the first night n ur literal worst fear no less

you just shake ur head like “o no! my roommate’s waiting for me up ahead, y’know so i better get going,,,,,” n you’re already walking a little past him when he just takes a few steps and starts walking alongside u

“aw c’mon!!!! i can show u a real fun time hun. forget ur roommate”

“but-”

“i’m asking nicely, babe don’t make me repeat myself”

the nickname sets u off ur sure n ur just abt ready to tell him off with a glare and everything bc Who Does He Think He Is????? “look dude, i’m not ur babe-”

and then another voice joins right as he’s abt to step towards u n u recognize that husky, just woken up voice anywhere as he says, “take a hint. leave”

you actually look up at surprise bc wooseok gently tugs on ur wrist and puts himself between u and the creepy dude

u suppose the sight of wooseok is enough to scare him off bc right as the creep is abt to tell him off he catches one sight of wooseok and his eyes go so wide he just peels outs bc the look on his face is just screaming: “nope no way noooooooooooooo heck n o“

wooseok's so sweet like "are u ok???" bc unbeknownst to u, u’ve actually been shaking since that guy got so close and u can only manage a small nod but his features are a devoid of that furrowed brows and deep scowl with that dude

in fact his eyes are so soft under the orange lighting and he actually looks really worried bc ur fists are balled n u can’t seem to stop shaking so he goes “c’mon i’ll get u something to warm u up” n u just nod bc as scared as u were u actually feel a lot safer with wooseok there

like he even places his really large black denim jacket over ur shoulders n u feel urself shiver a lot less

so he takes u to the convenience store u were trying to make it to n it turns out his friend yanan works there

yanan’s a really handsome boy with a cast on his arm and his eyes seem to light up at the sight of u and wooseok but he doesn’t say a word bc of the look on ur face n the one on woo’s but he does flash u a friendly smile bc u look like u need it

wooseok gets the two of free hot cocoa n he tells yanan that he’ll pay him back for the drinks n that he’ll be back after he takes u to ur dorm n yanan says something like “i’ll add it onto ur tab” before u two go n wooseok’s reaction is a lil’ stiff n that has u like ??? but u don’t press bc u just want to go to ur dorm and shower and just not think abt what happened

although u aren’t talking, wooseok’s actually trying to make an effort and talk to u. mostly abt little things n he even gives u an analysis of the rlly rlly confusing piece u guys had to do n when he started mentioning what the blue curtains meant u couldn’t help but laugh bc it was silly n it didn’t really mean anything but u can tell he’s trying to make the mood much lighter n he breaks out into this shy smile n goes

“so that what it took to get u to smile huh?” 

n u don’t say anything but a thank u bc the half-empty hot cocoa in hand n the walk back to ur dorm makes u feel better times infinity

he kinda just nods n says “yeah,,,, anytime u need someone to walk home with, i gotchu” n u want to tell him that it’s ok but he looks really serious as he says it so decide to nod

“really, thank you wooseok” you tell him right as ur in front of ur building n he just nods a little awkwardly which is still pretty endearing on him even tho it’s not quite what u expected of this supposed badboy

n he’s like “o well, um,, here.” and just grabs a pen from his bag n grabs a hold of ur free hand n scrawl his number on it n says “the next time y’know u need an escort,,, u can,,, erm,,, call or,, text me,,,” before he’s kinda really red in the face and stumbles his way back to the convenience store

when u get inside n the hot cocoa all’s done n gone n ur scrubbed clean of the day’s grime, u just kinda reflect to urself n decide that wooseok really isn’t that bad after all like u don’t see him as that annoying kid quite so much

now u see that he’s more or less tired from helping at that store n his analysis of the reading was pretty spot on n u just,,, well,, u feel warm and safe at the thought of him

even as u stare at his number still kinda decorated on ur skin, u can’t help but smile at his rosy cheeks

the following day u,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,do not text wooseok

mostly of out fear bc u have no flipping clue what to say so when u see him in class on thursday he actually looks a little pouty w/ hui until he sees u walk in n u actually take a seat by his bag (tho u reason that it’s bc u usually sit there anyway)

as promised he walks u to ur dorm after class n u two actually talk together this time n it becomes a tradition to do that every tuesday and thursday

u begin to see more to him than he lets on in all that time like how he really adores his jacket bc his grandma bought it for him or how he actually plays the guitar and the drums bc at first he thought they were just cool but then he saw his fave band live n wanted to be like them (fun fact: it was cnblue) and the violin like he was good enough to win a prize and everything!

u also see how horribly misrepresented he is bc u hear from a few ppl how he’s no good, he’s a liar, n he’s eaten a live duck once n all that ridiculous stuff but u kno the truth bc he’s actually very truthful n bright n it actually makes u a lil mad that people would talk abt him like that

even more so when u hear some people talk abt how reckless he is n u tell him abt it bc you think he deserves to kno that there are bad things going on abt him but he kinda,,, just,,, brushes it off which leave u very ?? bc that is not the boy you’ve gotten to know n it’s certainly not the one that saved u either n u say so

n he actually looks like he wants to say something but he hesistates so u say “look whatever u did or do, you can tell me wooseok. i’m not gonna think differently of u. i know you’re a good guy”

he just sighs and says “but i’m really not,,, like i’m reckless and no good like that said,,,,”

but you’re absolutely certain that he is dead wrong n so are they so you just tell him to tell u why they’re saying those things n he admits to u that the reason why his friend yanan has an arm cast is bc of him

they had been sneaking into old abandoned buildings as hang out spots just cuz there were tons of unused places in the city n this particular one was near a construction place tht had patrols come by from time to time n this wasn’t any different but the boys didn’t know esp wooseok since he was the one who chose the spot and reassured everyone that it would be fine so when patrols came n they had to peel out everyone mostly made it except yanan who slipped and fell by the nearby construction 

woo ran back over to help him out n they were mostly safe from the cops but the fall yanan made his arm bend funny so they had to take a hospital trip and ever since then wooseok has felt like crap and has been doing his best to make it up to his friend thru helping at the store n getting him to class even if it means he misses a few of his own bc it’s his fault n everyone else knows it

ofc u feel bad bc wooseok looks so dejected abt it n the only comfort u can offer him as his friend is ur support and ur reassurance that even tho he caused that to happen it doesn’t make him a bad person at all so u feel really frustrated n he notices,,, even looks at u in surprise like ???

“w-what’s wrong? why are you upset?”

so u quickly say like “!!! bc ur so kind wooseok! i know u keep saying ur a bad guy n those rumors ppl say r tru but u are so so so so unbelievably kind and sweet and even if no one else likes u then just know that i do ok????????” 

while he’s just in shock, you continue with reddened cheeks and a resolve not to stop, “p-plus, there’s no need to be so harsh on yourself! so what if u skip class -actually not a so what you should definitely go to class pls ur paying to be here- but what i mean is that things like skipping or looking scary doesn’t mean ur a bad guy n no matter what people say i think you’re a good guy and and and your friends do too and i wish u could see that! i wish i could show u somehow and god i don’t know i just--”

and ok you look so adorable mid-spiel and flustered and even though ur attempts to articulate are beginning to fall short, wooseok can’t help but go thru with his impulses like always and just,,, kiss u before he pulls back ready to apologize but you pull him back in and u just kiss him ok 

bc in all that time u spent together and in ur own upset, u realized u really really really flippin’ liked this boy and there was no other way you’d be this worked up over just anybody n with his lips against urs u just feel ur heart going even !!!!!!!!!! louder than ever 

you pull back n say with a small smile “if u ever need reassurance then y’know,,,, i’m happy to give that to u ok?” 

and he just has this goofy grin on his lips like “is this how you’ll reassure me?” and u nod and he just,,, pulls u into his arms n u both fall back onto ur bed just kinda looking at each other in this really soft light bc tbh he’s always had a crush on u since the start of ur class n some of those things like falling asleep and saying writing was easy was just his way of trying to get ur attention n to think he really did in the way he did makes him very happy esp knowing that u feel safe with him

and with you, finally coming to terms with the cold, hard truth that u indeed liked him too is nice bc the warmth and safety of his arms and being able to offer support and some sort of protection to him is all u ever really wanted to do - it happened so slowly and gradually but u have no regrets at all

also, lemme just say that the nine other boys in wooseok’s life absolutely adore u as they all kinda race to meet u bc you’re really all he ever talks abt next to yongwa n they find the two of u super adorable!!! 

it’s actually an easy transition for the two of u to go from friends to s/o’s too bc you two have always been pretty touchy-feely in a really casual way and now you both have even more excuses to hang out and work on stories together or sometimes u go to his dorm just to hear him play his guitar even as yuto’s trying to study for his compsci test or how jinho n hongseok invite u to dinner with the group just so everyone else can watch u and wooseok be really adorable n really just being together is just,,, so nice?? 

like as friends u always had urges to reach out and hold his hand or kiss his cheek or even hug him really tight and now u can do those things! and even he would have moments where he just wanted to give u lots of back hugs and spinning hugs and just hugs and forehead kisses but he couldn’t so moving on from friendship and being able to do intimate gestures became a rlly fun pastime for you two!

and now whenever u hear anyone whispering abt wooseok or giving you funny looks, you actually throw a few responses at them in his defense and sometimes he has to drag u away bc u can get awfully scary when you’re mad and he just calms you with his tight hugs and he’ll get hot cocoa with u and you two will just walk beneath the stars n it’s just,,, 

it’s nice being able to feel safe with your s/o and that’s what makes the two of you very content bc no matter what you’re each other’s rocks <3

[honey-and-diamonds]

writing tips?

oohhhaahahaha i feel like im not rlly qualified to give out writing tips TT but these are some things i keep in mind when im writing my fics!!!!!

the first thing to do is make some “executive” decisions, such as what tense you’re going to use and stick with it, what POV the fic is gonna be in (you arent limited to one, but you should decide whether you might switch so that you arent writing in one and then suddenly you add another person’s pov out of the blue), and the beginning, middle, and endgame of the fic

you dont have to know all the details before u start a fic, but endgame is important, bc you will want to start setting up the overarching themes, foreshadowing, etc etc, right from the beginning, so that things dont pop up out of nowhere and blindside the pace of the plot

decide how long your fic is gonna be-- if u want to do a quick one-shot or a multi-chap affair, you will want to pace your plot accordingly, and this can affect how long you spend on certain aspects of your story

at the same time, if u do a one shot and then realize u want to expand this universe!!! that’s totally fine too!!! writing is abt freedom and hitting when inspiration strikes. no decision has to remain chiseled into stone, you are allowed to change your mind about anything. u are totally allowed to change ur endgame and anything else u want. 

word choice is one of the most important things in writing, i think. (especially when it comes to smut but thats another can of worms.) the words you choose have specific connotations, therefore set the tone of the passage. if the tone is fluffy, sweet, you want to use specific kinds of words. if the tone is angry, bitter, then you would use completely different words (”she murmured” vs “she hissed”). similarly, word choice can set pace. if a character is stressed/anxious, the internal monologue should be rushed, somewhat illogical, with the thoughts sort of blurring together with no tangible connection. in contrast, if the internal monologue is calm, contemplative, the pace and word choice should be more thought out, slower, and reflect deep thought. 

there should be a good balance between narrative and dialogue unless youre trying to do something else like a character study or dialogue-heavy writing. having to much internal monologue can make a passage feel a little dry. it’s always better to show, rather than tell, by describing actions, using dialogue, rather than just say it flat out as a thought in the character’s head. it makes the story feel more rich, and the characters more dimensional and rich

understand character motivations. you should always put thought into the different layers of your characters. who are they? who will they become? (character development is important!! people change!! but it has to make sense.) what/who do they care about? what do they not care about? like in real life, characters too should be motivated by different things, and these will greatly affect your overall plot development, because the characters should make decisions and say things that make sense given who you have created them to be. 

dialogue should be natural. if you want your character to seem like a real person, they have to talk in a real way that falls in line with who they are. the best trick is to say the dialogue out loud and see if it sounds like regular speech, or something more stinted and formal. regular people use contractions, “like”, “uhm”, they stutter, they don’t always say the right things at the right times with perfect word choice. this can also make for some interesting characters, because if you have an odd one (for example, johnny from my vampire au), they might speak in a stiff, formal way, and misuse slang because they dont understand it, which can act as a foil for their more normal counterparts and further enrich the characters and their relationships with each other. 

experiment with mediums. i personally love love love including social media/texting into my fics because how people text each other can quickly give a reader a gauge of relationship dynamics and who the characters are without using long, drawn out prose to explain (like i mentioned before, show vs tell). if your story is set in the modern world, its perfectly likely that your characters text, send snaps, post on instagram, etc etc. this is a really good opportunity to further flesh out your characters! 

understand how characters will interact with each other. like real people, characters have loyalties, friendships, people they hate/are uncomfortable around. characters might be more open with some, and closed off to others. some might be open books and share with everyone. characters will act differently around different people, so it’s important to think not only about your characters, but how they act with the people and environments around them. it’s also important that if their reactions to some people change, that it should be a realistic development, like that of a romance or a budding friendship. 

finally, find a beta. i cannot say enough how many helpful people ive had look over my stories and/or bounce ideas off of. if you get stuck, having someone to talk to can really really help. if you feel like something is off, having someone read it and give you constructive feedback is extremely valuable. find someone who is willing and that you can trust, and have them beta! they will also catch mistakes that you may not have seen, which is extremely helpful!!

oh god this got kinda long but these are some of the things that i personally keep in mind when writing. this may not work for everyone!!!!!!!!! n im not saying that this is 100% what needs to be done to write a successful fic, just the guidelines that i personally use and maybe theyll be helpful to someone else!!!!!!! ahhhh

[gguksgalaxy]

Engraved pt. 22

Masterpost <– Engraved 21 | Sheltered 4 -> | Engraved 23 –>

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost) Words: 3534 Notes for Update: 40 Warnings: Bombs, bondage (not the kinky type), threatening, manipualtion, dark hints, sedatives Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Chen X Reader A/N: Anothter super short and boring part, i'm rlly so sorry guys. But yeah idk this is happening...I hope you still enjoy it!

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Your pov

You stood there, unmoving, unbreathing, nothing came from you. It was like your body had completely frozen. He moved, stepping forward. You wanted to move away, to run, to bolt, but you couldn’t. There was no way, you were too afraid. His hand raised, and he reached out for your face. You squeezed your eyes shut, ready for the impact. It never came, instead came a graze, soft fingertips over your cheekbones. “My beautiful little fawn. How have you been?”

You opened your eyes, and he was close, too close. The smell of his cologne making nausea rise in your stomach, and you swallowed the bile. “Sweetheart you can speak, don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you.” He said. “I’m…good.” “That makes me so happy.” He smiled, showing pearly white teeth. “Now, where is that boy of yours. Jongdae was his name?” Your fear spiked, and you gasped, suddenly moving backwards with a large step. Trying to run, too fast, uncoordinated, you collided with the corner of the table. You screamed in pain, toppling to the floor. Your hand came to cradle your hip, where the pain radiated now. The floor seemed to slip beneath your feet as you tried to get up. Nothing worked, everything was spinning and a sob broke past the barrier of your lips. Tears ran down your cheeks, as you cried. “Please.” His hand came around your arm, and you tried to move away from it, but you couldn’t. This fear was paralysing, all you could do was lay at his mercy. He pulled you up, grip bruising into your skin, imprinting it with his mark. Your breaths came in short puffs out of your nose. Somehow he set you on the table, wiping everything onto the floor to make room for you. He took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him. “Open your eyes.” He growled, voice suddenly menacing, sending shocks of fear down your spine with each syllable. “Do not, make me repeat myself.” You forced your eyes open, looking at him. His eyes, his dark and empty eyes, gazing into yours. “Now, tell me, does your little boy still take care of you?” He moved his lips down to your ear. “Does he still soothe your cries better than I could?” His voice was a rumble, so deep and dark another sob passed your lips at it. “Please.” You begged, for anything, everything, and nothing at all. “Answer me.” His hand fisted into your hair and pulled your head back, baring your throat to him. But you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t answer him. Not Jongdae, please let it not be Jongdae. Not your Jongdae. “Y/n, you are playing a dangerous game here.” Images of Jongdae’s soft smile passed your mind, the feeling of his hand in yours, fingers slipping into place. His voice, soothing you, arms around your shoulders holding you close. No, not him, he cannot have him. “Fuck you.” You spat, fingers reaching out for anything solid you could find and slamming it against his temple. When he let you go, stepping away to touch his head, you bolted, running for the door with pain shooting up your hip. You heard the sound, a soft swish, and felt a stabbing pain at your leg. It gave out underneath you, and you fell against the door, so close to safety. You looked down, to find a small dart sticking out of your thigh. Slowly, things started to get number, and number. You vaguely saw Minho closing in, kneeling down in front of you. He ran the back of his hand across your cheek. “I guess I will have to find out myself.” It was the last thing you heard coming from his mouth before you slipped into complete darkness.

***

Jongdae’s pov

He was sitting in the living room, changing channels on the tv. Xiumin was in the chair, reading a file. “Can you settle on something?” he grumbled. Kyungsoo walked in, a deep frown on his face, as Jongdae settled on some random cop show. “Hey.” “Hi.” He answered. “You okay?” Kyungsoo nodded, so Jongdae didn’t think to much of the brooding state of his face. He took place beside him, leaning his head on the backrest. He got absorbed in the series, intently staring at a chasing scene in the streets of Chicago, or maybe it was Boston. When suddenly, the screen changed. Xiumin looked up at the sound of the static on the screen. And the alarms sounded, from Baekhyun’s room. “What the fuck?” The screen changed again, and Jongdae couldn’t take his eyes of what he saw next. The face, so familiar, that brought up so many nightmares for him. He felt nauseous, swallowing thickly. Minho. Xiumin dropped his file, and Kyungsoo groaned lightly as he finally turned his eyes to the screen, gasping then. “Xiumin?” Jongdae mumbled. “What the fuck have you done?” His voice sounded, the same way it always used to. Lithe, and playful. “Well, I guess since you guys can see me now. Let me tell you why I’m on your screen.” It was barely discernible over the sound of the alarms. Jongdae’s heart and mind went out to you, praying to god that you were okay. That he hadn’t gotten to you yet. But when Minho moved aside, Jongdae saw you. You were on the bed, flat on your back, unconscious. There was something around your neck, like a collar. The bastard. His first instinct was to get up, but Xiumin pointed a finger at him. “Don’t go, hear him out first.” Kyungsoo was stiff beside him, staring at the screen with wide eyes and trembling hands. Jongdae didn’t sit down, he remained standing as he spoke. “As you see we have a bit of a problem here. That thing around her neck, is connected to this thing.” He moved a bit further to reveal a cylindrical contraption on a chair. “If she moves, and pulls the thread, it goes off. Now, we don’t want that to happen don’t we? This bomb, I’m sure you can dismantle it, seeing your men do have the skill Minseok.” A bomb, Minho had strapped you to a bomb? Jongdae clasped a hand over his mouth, pushing away the tears that threatened to spill over. His breath was shaky, as he couldn’t do anything but watch your body limply lay there. Your head hanging over the edge of the bed, hair tumbling down. “So how about you send in some of your guys, and see what you can do? I’ll be leaving you to it. Although I hope to see you soon.” Minho had the audacity to wink, before the stepped away from the camera. It didn’t turn off, and all three of them were looking at you. Jongdae moved, as soon as Minho was gone. He bolted for the door. A strong hand caught him around his bicep. “You’re not going.” Xiumin growled. “The hell I’m not, let me go!” Jongdae yelled, but the leader wouldn’t budge. “LET ME GO!” “Listen, he probably wants both of us out there,” Xiumin was interrupted by the door opening and Sehun and Suho stumbling in. “What the fuck was that?” Suho gasped, eyes wide. “How did this happen?!” Xiumin didn’t let him go, but spoke calmly. “Sehun, find Chanyeol, and take Kyungsoo. Go to her place and get her safe okay?” Sehun nodded, immediately taking off into the direction of Baekhyun’s room. Kyungsoo followed Sehun without a word, but Suho, he glared at Xiumin now that everyone was out. “You fucked up.” “I know he would go for her, it was the only logical step.” Jongdae then managed to wrestle his arm free, and swung at Xiumin, Suho stopped him. “God damnit!” he yelled at both of them. “If anything happens to her! It’s your fault!” Suho sighed, dropping his wrist. “Listen, right now we need to stay calm, they’re going to get her out of there. Chanyeol will get the bomb in no time, she will be fine. Right now all we can do is stay here where we’re safe.” “How do you know he’s not there waiting to kill them?!” Xiumin shook his head. “He’s testing us, he won’t be there.” “Let me go then!” “No.” The leader barked. “He might be watching, and you and I both know he has some unfinished business with you.” “Oh,” jongdae scoffed. “And you suddenly care whether I die or not?” Xiumin rubbed his temples. “Let’s go to Baekhyun and check the monitors, he must be pretty shaken up.”

***

Kyungsoo’s pov

They were in the car, and he hadn’t spoken a word since he’d seen your body there. This guy, he’d left you alone with him, because you sort of asked? Why had you sent him away if he was so dangerous. Jongdae and Xiumin seemed to know something. Was this the guy you’d mentioned all those times? That Xiumin was after? “Listen, I need you guys to just make sure she doesn’t move.” Chanyeol spoke from behind the wheel. “Let me take care of the bomb.” “Are you sure you’re going to get it?” Chanyeol nodded, turning onto your street. “If I think it’s too dangerous I’ll probably send you guys out.” “What about her then?” Kyungsoo asked. What if it went wrong, and Chanyeol couldn’t do it. He’d loose you, no he wasn’t going to loose you. “I’m not going to leave her side.” If the thing was going to go off, he’d be there with you. He couldn’t just leave you there. No. Kyungsoo thought back to Jongdae, how scared he’d looked at the screen, petrified. He himself hadn’t even been able to utter a gasp, but the tears in your best friends eyes stood clear in his mind. Jongdae knew things he didn’t, about you, about this guy. And his level of fear wasn’t making him feel any better. “I’ll stay too, if we go down, we go down together.” Sehun stated. Chanyeol pulled up to your place and put in his earpiece. “Baekhyun can you hear me?” “Can you check the cameras?” “Nobody there, okay!” he turned around. “Baek says it’s clear so we should roll.” The tall one lifted a box of equipment out of the car and threw both Kyungsoo and Sehun a handgun. The weight was heavy and Kyungsoo felt it was loaded. Sehun would probably be better with it, but safety first. “Let’s go.” Your front door was still unlocked, and Kyungsoo was the first one up both stairs into your room. He reached your, still fully asleep. Before he could touch you Chanyeol’s hand held him back. “Be careful, if you move her too much and you stretch the wire it’ll go off.” The words hit him and he stared at your lifeless body, your skin was pale and you were still in the clothes you had on earlier the day. He sat on the bed, next to you, and took your hand in his, lacing his fingers. You were going to be okay. “I think she’s still out.” “Okay good,” Chanyeol said. “Let me open this baby up.” The tall one knelt down by the chair and set down his case, clicking it open and revealing an extensive set of tools and electrical supplies. “Baek do you have vision?” Kyungsoo realised he still had his ear hanging by his neck and popped it in. Baekhyun’s voice sounded erratically though it. “Yeah I see it, it doesn’t seem to complicated like this. Open it up first, if it’s motion sensitive there will be extensive wiring on the inside. It’s not your usual clip and cut.” He didn’t really understand much of bombs, but he knew those two together would get you out. Chanyeol’s steady hands took quick work of the exterior plate of the bomb, unscrewing it and revealing dozens of wires of the same single colour. “Well fuck.” Chanyeol grumbled. He took out a small box with…stickers, coloured stickers. The next plate on the other side came off, and Kyungsoo couldn’t properly see what happened but Baekhyun’s breath audibly hitched. “What the fuck is this contraption.” “What is it?” Kyungsoo asked frantically. “There’s a timer.” “A timer?” “Yes.” Chanyeol grumbled, running a hand through his dark hair. Kyungsoo swallowed, looking at Sehun who was waiting by the door of your room, gun in his hand. “How long?” “17 minutes, 48 seconds. It should be enough time, but it does make things more complicated.” Kyungsoo focused on your, touching your cheek lightly to feel if you were cold. You weren’t, your skin was warm and it really seemed like you were just asleep. Your breathing was steady, chest rising evenly and without a sound. That’s when he saw your eyes flutter. “Angel?” Chanyeol’s head whipped up from the bomb. “Is she waking up?” “I think so.” “Make sure she doesn’t move.” Kyungsoo looked at your face, as you scrunched up your nose and parted your lips. Your tongue darted out to wet them and a soft groan sounded. “Angel can you hear me? Don’t move okay, just stay still. We’re getting you out of here.” You frowned, and he saw your throat strain. “Don’t talk, it’s okay.” “Baekhyun do you see any logic in this?” Chanyeol asked. “Maybe if you sat still for a minute, Sehun can you take the cam and hold it or something?” There was movement and rustling on the other end of the line, Kyungsoo just focused on you for now. Until Xiumin’s voice sounded. “Listen, if that timer reaches 3 minutes before you manage to get her out, you all leave” “What?” Kyungsoo hissed. “You want us to leave her here?” “Loosing 1 is better than 4 of you.” Kyungsoo clearly heard Jongdae’s shrill voice in the background, he couldn’t understand, but the tone sent chills down his spine. He sounded so upset. “Jongdae, if you can hear me, I’m not going to leave her. I promise, we’ll get her out of here.” “Kyungsoo you better listen to me.” Xiumin growled on the other end. “No.” Chanyeol spoke up. “Can you two not, I’m trying to concentrate here! Xiumin put Baekhyun back on the line.” More rustling and Baek’s voice sounded again. “I’m here, sorry. Okay, there has to be a way to the inner wires, maybe through the top.” Chanyeol went to work and Kyungsoo looked at you as your throat strained still, your lips parted to form a sound but it was indiscernible. It sounded like a groan, but you repeated it once, twice. “What?” You tried again, but to no avail. However, your hand softly squeezed his, meaning the sedative was really starting to wear off. “Angel really, please stay still okay.” “Got it, God, Baekhyun look!” “That’s it, I knew there had to be a way. Can you get your hand in there?” “No.” Kyungsoo looked up and saw Chanyeol peer inside the bomb from the top. “You’ll have to label them and figure it out, I can’t see it properly with this lighting. But there should be a wire from the clock and the motion seeker towards the explosive. Wait…what is the explosive?” “I think it’s a single block of C4.” “Fuck, just, be careful Yeol, you can do this.” “Yeah.” The tall ones voice was slightly shaky, even though he’d done things like this so many times before. His big hands seemed to be a problem though. “Angel’s hands would come in handy now.” He grumbled. Kyungsoo looked at you again, as you licked your lips. “-Ae” “Angel please don’t try to talk.” He whispered, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand. “-Ap.” “Ap?” “-Ap.” You breathed, scrunching up your nose. Kyungsoo couldn’t make out what you were trying to say, but it was obviously bothering you. Your hand was warm and colour was returning to your cheeks and Chanyeol was still fiddeling with the bomb. “How many minutes?” Sehun asked? “Under 10. We’ll be fine, I just can’t reach. I’ll get it. We’ll get her out.” He stated. “Baekhyun?” “Ya?” “How big is the chance this thing is going to go off when I cut all the wires at once?” “Yeol, you know that, it’s big. If they’ve wired it the right way for that you’re blowing up the building. Concentrate.” “Yeah.” Kyungsoo watched Chanyeol, as he labeled the wires on the outer part, and hesitantly cut one. Nothing happened, the timer kept ticking. “I know there have to be 3 sets of batteries in this thing and I can’t fucking get to them because of the wire.” Kyungsoo’s eyes went to your throat, that slowly moved as you breathed, where the leather collar was resting. “I could try cutting it off.” “You’ll risk setting it off.” “If it’s the only way to get her out, you guys can all go and I’ll try. I’m not leaving her here.” Chanyeol shook his head. “We’re not resolving to that with 7 minutes left. Let me try something.” He grabbed a pair of pliers and a flashlight, shifting to peer inside again. Chanyeol mumbled a few colours to himself, Sehun came over to the bed. “She looks better than when we came in.” Kyungsoo nodded. “She’s trying to speak, but I can’t figure out what she’s saying.” “-Ae, -ap.” You swallowed. “-Rap.” “Rap?” Sehun mumbled. “Trap? Angel, trap?!” You couldn’t nod, but Kyungsoo saw it in your eyes. “Trap, she means trap.” “Trap?” Baekhyun asks worried. “What trap? Is it a trap?” “Nae.” “What?” Sehun asked. “I got it!” Chanyeol suddenly yelled. “I think I got it. It stopped ticking.” Kyungsoo looked up. “Can I cut her loose?” “Let me just try and unwire the sensor.” He said, clipping a thread inside the bomb. “Cut her loose, we’re going home.” Kyungsoo took a knife from his pocket, slipping it under the collar and slicing through the material. The first thing you did was take a deep breath. “O-dae.” “Dae?” Sehun frowned. “Jongdae? He’s home, they’re waiting for us.” You shook your head and Kyungsoo helped you sit up, watching you scrunch you eyes shut again. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked. You shook your head again and Kyungsoo was at a loss for what you meant. So he put an arm under you lips legs and lifted you up easily. “Let’s just get you home.” He pressed his lips to your temple and held you against his chest, where you were safe. “It’s going to be okay.” He saw you close your eyes, he felt your fear, something was wrong. Something was very wrong, but as long as you couldn’t speak properly nobody was going to figure out what. He just hoped this guy didn’t do anything to you other than this. When they walked down the stairs, Baekhyun was chatting to Chanyeol when suddenly there was a loud noise. Like something fell. The hacker fell silent immediately. “Baekhyun?” Kyungsoo asked. “Baek?” Xiumin’s voice was easily heard in the back, yelling. Everyone heard Baekhyun drop his headset, and Chanyeol looked back in fear. “What was that?” “Please don’t tell me that was what I think it was?” Sehun mumbled. “It sounded like a gunshot.” Chanyeol whispered. “We have to go, they might be in trouble.” You opened your eyes and Kyungsoo knew that you knew. There was a tremble going through you as he lifted you into the back of the car, the door barely closed before Chanyeol sped off. “Should we call Jongin?” Sehun asked hurriedly. “Shoot him a text, if we doesn’t reply we’ll call.” Kyungsoo said. Kyungsoo felt you shift, and you opened your mouth. “It’s a trap.” “We’re going Ang, it’s going to be fine.” Chanyeol said, taking a sharp turn. “No,” you whispered, “it won’t be.” Kyungsoo knew the others didn’t hear you, they couldn’t see the tears in the corners of your eyes. The couldn’t see how afraid you were. It was something he’d never seen from you, not to this extent. He pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin. “Shhh.” Sehun’s phone rang, and he picked up. “Ya?” “What?” “What happened?” “Yeah she’s awake.” “Yeah hold on jesus.” “Yeah yeah!” He turned around in his seat, extending the phone to Kyungsoo. “It’s Xiumin he wants to speak to Angel.” Kyungsoo took the phone, handing it to you. You were able to hold it, and he watched you put it to your ear with a shaky hand. “Min.” You whispered. His eyes were trained on your face, hearing their boss’ voice as a soft mumble. Your eyes turned glassy, your whole body was strung tight, you tensed you. He was almost sure you stopped breathing, hand tightening around the phone. “Min.” You whispered again, voice almost pleading him for something. A tear escaped your eyes, rolling down your cheek. Kyungsoo couldn’t do anything but stare as it made it’s way down your neck. You dropped the phone onto the floor of the car, clasping your hand over your mouth, closing your eyes. He knew, then and there, what happened. Your face spoke volumes.

A/N: I'm not sorry

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