#moving room around is a net good tho....

[kitwilsonsass]

i feel real odd tbh

rooms moved around, still need to get new shelves and like clean up some clutter and put shit back once that happens. change shit on the walls around. but sitting in a new spot feels weird.

and we went to texy road for dinner and like, immediately she was being a karen, and immediately i wished we hadn’t gone because it was fucking PACKED AS HELL and also EXTREMELY LOUD and i just am not normal enough for that on a regular day let alone a day with no sleep and not eating in places that often yet still

[murdrdocs]

finnick odair x (slightly destructive) injured!performer!gn!reader who refuses to take a rest day when it's clearly needed-- n when finnick gets all worried n stuff reader expresses that they CAN'T miss a rehearsal because director and just hurt to comfort to fluff idk HSDJGH maybe simp anon is indulging a b i t a t i n y bit <33 MUCH LOVE THO MWAH MWAH - simp anon fr

just for u baeski <3

there’s nothing finnick loves more in the world than to see you perform. the sea in the morning, a bountiful supply of fish in his net, fresh bread at night, each of his usual favorites barely come close to seeing you on stage. sure, your laughter and your scent and the smell of saltwater in your hair or on your skin comes close. but seeing you in your element, on the stage, moving around in a way that forcibly captivated each and every audience member; there’s nothing that can beat that to finnick.

which is why it breaks his heart to see you injured. you’ve come home late that night from rehearsal, a little drag in your step and a solemn look on your face. rehearsals have been rigorous that week, leaving finnick no choice but to make sure you leave with enough food for breakfast and lunch, and that there’s warm food on the table for dinner when you come back.

he’s just taken off the apron he insisted on wearing when you’ve pushed the front door open (it says ‘kiss the cook’ and of course, you’re forced to do what the apron says).

“hey, honey.” his voice is soft, gentle like it usually is, but there’s that light edge that says he’s excited to see you. and you’re excited to see him, too, just like you usually are. but the ache in your ankle and the mental weight that it carries prevents the tone in your voice from lifting.

“hey, finn.”

he senses it immediately. you’ve put your bag down at the door, and you’ve slipped your shoes off, and finnick’s come around the corner to get a good look at you.

you look like you usually do after rehearsal, tired, a little messy, still like the love of his life. but your eyes are puffier than usual and you just look off.

but it’s a look finnick knows.

“what happened?” he sighs it out, and you look at him to see his pink lips parted and his eyebrows furrowed. he’s still holding his apron in his hand, half folded and dangling limp from his palms.

but when you sniff and your eyes well up with tears, the apron is discarded to the ground and his hands hold onto you instead.

your head rests against his chest and he comfortingly holds it there with one of his hands, the other rubbing up and down your back assuringly. he mumbles reassuring phrases against your hair, kissing your head between them (“it’s okay. you’re okay. just let it out. whatever it is, we can handle it together, okay? okay? you know i’m here for you. it’s okay.”)

through your snotty tears, finnick manages to coax you to the living room, the smell of your favorite food not far from there entering your nostrils and soothing you. he sits you on the cushion, resting beside you, and encourages you to curl up beside him, attempting to pull your legs up. which is how he notices.

your ankle is swollen, a little bruised, and you’re not even attempting to move it. he stares at the injury, his eyes softening even more as he looks at your face. “oh, sweetheart ..”

and that’s all it takes for a second round of waterworks to start. his hands rub what they can reach, he rocks you in his arms, and when you’re reach to talk, he listens.

he listens to you talk about the demands from your new head director (fucking katinka) and he rolls his eyes as you talk about how expecting she is. he listen to you talk about some of the minute changes in a few numbers, and how they’ve taken a toll on you while somehow changing the dynamic of the peace. he listens to you talk about how stressful it’s all been, but how this is something you love to do and you refuse to give up. but he interrupts you when you try to convince both yourself and him that you’re okay to keep performing.

“i’m not letting you do that to yourself.” hes stern, and he means it, but you try to stand anyway.

“seriously, finn, i’m fine. just get me some frozen peas and i’ll be good in the morning.”

“honey, if you don’t sit down right now i’ll make you.”

you turn to face him, a grin finding its way onto your lips as you say, “kinky,” teasingly squinting your eyes and crinkling your nose. finnick has to hold down his smile, but you see it anyway.

“i’m serious.”

“nice to meet you, serious.” you’re about to take a step but a hand pulls you back by the waist, sending you tumbling back onto finnicks lap in a fit of giggles. finnick kisses your shoulder, then your cheek, and wraps his arms securely around your waist.

“stay home, tell katinka you can’t make it, and let me take care of you.” you hum, turning to face him.

“you always take care of me.”

shamelessly, he smiles and says, “that’s what i’m best at.”

[psych0-str1ngs]

Dressing Room- Nasty Suicide

Authors Note: Per request, I have made a nasty suicide smut YOUR WELCOME GIRLIES!!! also sorry this took so long anon, I've had a busy weekend lol enjoy tho!!!

Warnings: P in V, PROTECTED (wrap your willy before you get silly) sex, cussing obv.

You stood on the side stage, your eyes glued to Nasse. The way his tall form swayed back and forth, the way his fingers moved back and forth effortlessly on the neck of his guitar. You were turned on to say the least. You were so excited to get him alone. They finished the song and bowed before walking off stage. Nasse immediately walked up to you sweaty and smiling.

"How were we?!" He smiled, pulling you into a long hug.

"You were really good tonight," you smiled lightly, you brain too focused on the idea of Nasty ramming into harshly.

"You okay love?" He asked, noticing your zoned out state.

"I need you Nasty," You leaned and whispered into his ear.

His eyes went wide before smirking down at you. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you quickly to his dressing room, the other guys from Hanoi Rocks hooted and hollered at you knowingly. You just rolled your eyes and giggled.

You eventually reached Nasty's dressing room, as soon as you entered the room, you were trapped between him and the door. He looked down at you, smirking once again. You shivered, his eyes borrowed through you. You grabbed the collar of his black-netted shirt and pulled him into you, roughly kissing his lips. His hands immediately found your ass, gripping the soft skin, kneading and pulling. He picked you up by the back of your thighs, walking you over to the couch and dropping you on it.

"You really are desperate for me huh?" He looked down at you, unbuckling his belt.

"How'd you know?" you giggled up at him.

He let out a chuckle before dropping his pants and looking at you expectingly. Your tiny hands found the waistband of his boxer shorts, you pulled them down, letting his veiny dick hit his lower stomach. It was big, so big you thought it'd hurt, but if anything it felt 100 times better. You wrapped your hand around the base, licking the pink tip before looking up at him. His hand found your cheek, his thumb running over your bottom lip. You wrapped your reddish lips around his cock, moving your head back and forth slowly.

"Faster, or you won't get anything at all." His deep Finnish accent spoke out dominantly.

You complied, your head bobbing faster and faster, his hips rocked against your face. Each time he thrusted into your mouth, your nose nudged his pubes. Your hands reached up and scratched at his hips lightly.

"Fuck Kultaseni," He groaned, his fingers twisting into your hair, pulling it somewhat roughly.

His hips faltered for just a moment before his hot seed shot into your throat, he panted, looking down at you. You swallowed every drop before leaning back.

"Lay down honey," He smiled lightly.

You layed down on the couch, forgetting that you were still wearing your tights, granted with no underwear, but no one had to know that. Nasty sat on one knee, hiking your short white dress up to your hips, his cheeks slightly pink from being so sweaty and hot. He gripped your black tights at the crotch ripping them.

"Nasse!" You whined. "Those were my last pair!"

"Shh, pupu," His hand snaked up to your mouth. "I will buy you more."

He leaned to your ear.

"Now, if I hear a single peep come out of that pretty mouth, I'm gonna stop, do you understand?" He said lowly.

You nodded, looking at him. He looked down, realizing you had no underwear on underneath your tights.

"Ah, how naughty," His fingers pulled your lips apart. "You're dripping, your that horny for me love?"

You nodded again, not wanting to make any sounds. He laughed a bit before grabbing your right leg. Nasty took your leg and hooked it over his shoulder before pushing his length into you slowly. He pulled out, before slamming back into, giving you no time to adjust to his size. Your eyes screwed shut, your hand flew to your mouth.

Nasse's hand smacked the back of your hand. "Look at me when I fuck you"

You looked up at him, your eyes rolling back into your head, before quickly looking back at him. He chuckled.

"You like that huh?" He laced his hand around your throat, choking you lightly. "You like it when I use you as my own personal toy?"

"Pl-please Nasty," You whispered, careful not to moan.

"First of all," He delivered a hard thrust to your core. "That's not my name, and what?"

"S-sorry Sir," You said. "I wanna make noise"

"Do you deserve to make noise?" He asked. "I think you should be quiet, no one gets to hear those pretty moans but me baby"

You grabbed his wrist, taking his long fingers and putting them in your mouth, you sucked on them. His eyes darkened. He sped up his thrusts, drilling into at an ungodly speed. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes, you sucked harder on his fingers. Nasty leaned down and kissed you roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You panted heavily, your legs started to shake.

"Are you close?" He pulled away, and asked, still slamming into you, the black couch rocking slightly.

"Mmph," You nodded, your hands scratching down his back, more than likely leaving fingernail marks on his shoulder blades and mid back.

"Cum," He growled, the sound of skin slapping on each other filled the room. You came moaning, Nasse doing the same thing just a few short seconds later, his hot cum shooting into you, he pulled out slowly . He breathed heavily, his head on your sweaty chest.

"You made noise" He tried saying dominantly.

I laughed, "Oh well..."

THE END

[touchstoneaf]

How long have you been a fan of the x files?

That's kind of a complicated answer. I watched from the very first airdate, with my dad. He kind of quit on me early on for reasons stated below, but I kept soldiering onward. I became more of a superfan along about the first movie, because that was when I moved to California for college and was able to watch the show in real time. (I still have my treasured ticket stub from my first viewing of the film taped inside my DVD case of my first copy of the movie.) Before that I had to wait for tapes at the end of every season that a friend of mine made for me in another city. My reception for Fox was almost non-existent growing up, and it had to be on the top floor of my house with rabbit ears on a little black and white 12" TV, so it was really hard to see, and you couldn't really hear dialogue through the fuzz most of the winter because snow interfered with the transformers (I lived in a really rural area). By the time FTF came out I was ready to be turned into a Shipper (I had kind of been a Noromo until then because I liked the dynamic as it was...but after FTF there was no going back, and i grudgingly admitted to being what we called an "intellifinishipper"). I went to the UK in '99 and got catapulted in the even deeper fandom there because there were a lot of X-Files fans in the dormitory where I stayed at Edinburgh University, and we all whistled along with the theme song and watched it in groups of about a hundred people in a big common room. Then I found the official message board around the end of season 8 and really got hooked on the fandom itself. Since I was just then getting into the internet as a thing, it was my first online fandom, and I got in there right when things were getting really polarized over season 9 and I was starting to really miss the show I had loved because it was starting to feel unrecognizable to me. I had briefly gotten on alt.tv xfiles during the late nineties in college, but I didn't really understand the 'net yet. I found some really good friends on the OSMB, tho, hooked into the community for the first time, and really got addicted to the internet right about then because I was on that message board 24/7 and didn't even sleep. I'm still friends with some of the people I met on there now, and that was in 2001. That's when I started writing real fanfiction, too; forced into writing one as a fixit after I realized where season 9 was going. I'm still working on the same series to this day.

[sapphire-writes]

Okay, since you're invested and Im too lazy to study for my Theory presentation tomorrow (but somehow awake enough to do this- God gives his hardest battles to his stronger soldiers) let's go! I also realised after writing this whole thing that it's too long to be an ask but i couldnt copy it as a post and.. ive come too far for anything else! ch.3

“Found him,” Aemond said.  Aegon trails behind him, looking disheveled.  “Where was he?” Baela asks.  Aemond glances around the room.  “Y/N here?” 

MY BABY!!!! he knows it's gonna devastate her to be yet again faced with aegon's complete disregard and shitting all over their relationship and still he's being so careful and tactful and thoughtful!

His tongue pokes at his cheek, as he watches you. His sapphire eye catches the light from the kitchen, sending geometric shapes on the wall.

this was such a good line tho! like, you can imagine the little light shapes around the room moving around whenever he tilts his head or turns his head. such a good visual! (the V on the sweatpants as well but for now im keeping it classy)

“She’s single, I’m single,” he says, no growls, at you, “it's not a big fucking deal.”

imagine having to defend to your crush why you fake shagged sb and having to argue that you're not dating anyone so you're allowed to have ALL the fun!! Yay such joy!!

also btw!! why lie in the first place? just to spite her? maybe......... to see how she would react?.... i mean... there's a saying in my native language : "you fish with empty nets hoping to get full ones" dude was baiting her? wishfully baiting her? crossing his fingers baiting her? and it fucking worked too? what a mad lad

“Fuck, Aemond,” you want to keep yelling at him. You want a reaction from him, some remorse, something besides that cold look, “you really are heartless.”

Aemond turns his head to you, purple and sapphire eye aglow with anger. He pushes off the counter, striding towards you. 

“Go to bed, Y/N,” he says in a voice dripping with disdain, “you’re not my friend, you’re not my girlfriend. Stop acting like one.”

“I’m not staying.” A flicker of confusion dances across his sharp features.  “Why?” [...] Aemond stays eerily still. His eye searches your face, taking in the look of acceptance that follows the words you speak. 

“So after the party, you won’t have to deal with me anymore,” you tell him, the bitterness evident in your voice. 

see previous gif

Aemond’s eyes light up as you fail to answer, the beginning of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.  [...] There is a look in Aemond’s eye, reminiscent of a rabid dog.

no comment... i just love those lines... pay no attention to me

I have to wonder... how many times in the past had Aemond fantasized about waking up, going to the kitchen to have his morning coffee and toast and whatever and then her showing up, all warm and lazy from her sleep. how many times did he do the do thinking about lifting her on that very counter and fucking her just like he did irl? because you know since those mornings have been established as a sort of "them" time, you know he latched onto that and used it as jerking off material.. also those morning showers? i bet you my left lung he did. (please dear author.. what Does he think about while getting himself off?) also you have to love how open and responsive and vocal he is! all the love! all the kisses!!!

He fucking ripped your stockings holy shit. 

you know he'd been thinking of doing that for a looong ass while

Aemond blinks to look up at you, drinking in the hedonistic expression on your face. 

i love it when dreams come true. very heartwarming ya know....

“You gonna cum for me?” he asks, his voice rough as gravel.

God, you want to smack that stupid self-indulgent look off his face.

if only she realized how much he risked -like emotionally- by kissing her and making that first move...

now some ch. 1 because i MUST

Aemond nods, flagging down the bartender.  “Yeah 'cause you’re acting like an idiot.” [...] “No you’re an idiot,” he faces you, a sick smile on his face. He often gets that wild look in his eye when you start arguing. 

it's the attention.. he's a lovesick fool. pay him no mind

“You’re a very smart girl,” he says leaning closer, “but you’re not acting like one.” “You don’t get it,” you tell him[...] Aemond chuckles [...] “I live with you fuckers,” he says, taking a sip from his drink, “I know everything that goes on, princess.” [...] “Don’t you think you deserve better?” [...] “You’re not my friend Aemond,” you snap, “you’ve made that quite clear the past couple of years. So stop acting like one.” His eyes bore into yours. [...] He doesn’t say anything, he only hums deep within the back of his throat before tearing his gaze from you. 

and one last line from ch, 4

Aemond’s silk shirt is open at the top, revealing his chest. He wears a different chain tonight, nothing hanging from it. You swallow hard.

let the chain be a main character! it has all the potential, we want her, we love her, she is stunning, amazing, showstopping...

IM LIVING FOR THIS COMMENTARY FRIEND 🫶🏻

As for lying about Rhaena: yeah he lied, knowing it would start a fight, he was totally baiting her. He just went along with it because she was like "seriously?? you fucked Rhaena??"

You've hit the nail on the HEAD! As for what he thinks of when he ya know 💦 😏 ofc he's thinking about the reader, those moments in the kitchen, the moments when they argue just grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her, breaking all his rules and going for it.

and then he finally does 🥹

[whataboutmyfries]

Ok so idk if your taking requests at the time but if so could you maybe do a Finn-centric fic? Preferably after they got together cus my poor heart can only take so much it’s just cus I see a lot of fics revolving around le/lo and even tho I love them there really isn’t enough fics about my boy finn or maybe there are and I just read them all like 3 times lol anyways could it be hurt/comforty but if you can’t really write that or it’s not your style you can chose the genre I’m just projecting 😄

ANON!!!!! this request has been sitting in my inbox for so long and I am extremely ashamed. I love writing Finn so much but I quite simply couldn't come up with anything until one random day, inspiration hit and my brain spit this out. It's fairly longer than what I ususally write and it is *completely* unbeta-ed but I hope you like it nevertheless!

All credits to @lumosinlove for her wonderful wonderful characters (and HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAZ!!! i hope you have the best day <3)

title is from a song of the same name by Florence+the machine

***

All this (and heaven too)

~

Finn sighed dramatically, using his fingers to pull the dripping cloth from the warm water he’d drowned it in. 

“Lo, sweetheart, you’ve got to stop doing this.” 

Lo glared up at Finn through his lashes, the effect completely offset by the way he’d wrapped his arms and legs around Finn from his spot on the counter. “Stop doing what?” 

Finn huffed a tired laugh, leaning forward to gently rest his head against Logan’s shoulder. 

“Lo.” 

“I know, I know. But Harz, the way he ploughed right into Nutty? I couldn’t just…..let him go.” 

Finn pulled back, carefully running his free hand through Logan’s hair. He’d seen the hit. He knew exactly how Logan had felt. The striker had slammed into Leo at full speed, knocking him right into the net, the both of them sprawling over the ice. 

Finn’s heart had stopped right in his damn chest. 

He’d gone straight for Leo, skating faster than he’d thought he could. Logan on the other hand….

Logan had gone straight for the striker. 

Before Finn could even process what had happened, Logan was on the guy, gloves on the ice and teeth bared, a look of pure rage on his handsome face.  He’d swung so fast, the other man hadn’t even had a chance to block it. One thing had led to another, and the last thing Finn could remember was the spray of blood when the guy had gotten in a particularly good hit. Loops had pulled them apart, shoving the striker for good measure. 

It was all sort of hazy after that. 

Finn had walked into the PT’s room to find Lolo sitting there with a purple cheekbone and blood dripping down his lip that just didn't seem to be stopping. He’d damn near died for the second time that evening. Logan had smiled weakly at him, grimacing when the movement pulled at his split lip. Finn winced in return, feeling the phantom throb of hurt echo on his own mouth. He glanced around the room, making sure they were alone, before he moved to stand between Logan’s legs, gently cupping his face between his palms. 

“Lolo, sweetheart? You okay?” 

Logan grimaced a little, shooting a quick look at the door before wrapping his arms around Finn’s waist. He sighed, the sound releasing a heavy weight from his shoulders

“I’m fine, how’s Leo?” 

“Don’t ‘I’m Fine’ me; and Leo’s okay…a little bruised and shaken up, but he’s okay”

Logan met Finn’s gaze with fire in his eyes 

“I’m going to kill him.’ 

Finn huffed a little laugh, running his fingers through Logan’s hair, rubbing soothing circled into his scalp with blunt nails. 

“Darling, you play for the NHL. We can’t afford a scandal like that.” 

Logan leaned back into Finn’s shoulder, the fabric of Finn’s shirt muffling his voice. “We’re rich. We can bury him.” 

Finn leaned down to press a kiss to the mop of hair on his collarbone, humming against the curls as he said. “Damn right we could. Don’t you go thinking you’re doing it without me though.” 

“Deal. If we go down, we go down together.” 

“What, And leave me to bail your sorry asses out of jail? No thanks.” 

Finn turned to find Leo leaning against the door frame, carrying three duffels, as he smiled softly at them. “Ready to go home, mes amis?” 

“Leo,” Finn breathed, the tension in his body melting away at the sight of his sweetheart standing in front of him. It took him all of two strides to be standing in front of Leo, carefully pulling him down for a hug. 

“Oh sweetheart, you okay?” 

“Just a little bruised, Lexie said I should be good in a few days if I ice it.” 

Finn choked back tears, kissing Leo’s forehead instead of replying. Leo had hummed, leaning into the warmth of Finn’s body, letting his boyfriend grab their duffels before looking over at Logan. 

“With all the blood you’ve got in your mouth, you’re giving count drac a run for his money.” 

Logan rolled his eyes, huffing affectionately. “Shut up. C’mere.” 

Leo giggled at the grabby hands Logan was making at him, catching his wrists in a gentle grip before pressing a kiss to his fingers. 

“I can’t believe you let him bloody you up like that Lo, what do you even train for then?” 

Logan had gasped. “Hey! I was defending your honour! Why don’t you spar against me sometime and we’ll see how well you do?” 

Leo hummed in response, leaning into Logan’s embrace. “Hmmmm, I’d much prefer to come watch you spar to see my boyfriend all hot and sweaty rather than have him knock me on my ass.” 

Finn had laughed at that, leaning against the door frame as he hefted the three duffels higher on his shoulder, ignoring the twinge of pain that shot down his neck and back. He felt some of the tension melt out of his muscles as he saw his boyfriends laughing, teasing, safe. He hadn’t realised just how worried he’d been until he’d seen them both together, both relatively alright. 

He raised a hand to rub at the headache forming at his temple, sucking in a sharp breath at the soreness in his muscles. 

“Ready to go home, boys?” 

Leo and Logan turned, Leo carefully helping Logan off the bed. Logan smiled, wincing at the split in his lip. 

“I have got to stop doing that, merde.” 

Leo laughed, tousling Logan’s hair. Finn’s heart melted at the sight. He switched off the lights, smiling into the darkness as he shut the door behind him. 

“C’mon boys, let's get you home.” 

~

Finn blinked back the pain from his eyelids as he finished cleaning up Logan’s lip, leaning in to press a feather-light kiss to the wound. 

“There, all done.” 

“We still on for homicide later?”

Finn laughed, the motion immediately sending a spike of pain through his head and neck. 

“Only if you promise to be good Tremz.”

Logan hummed, leaning forward to wrap his arms and legs around Finn, pulling him in close. 

“For you Harz? Anything.”

“Mmmm” Finn hummed, his lips brushing Logan’s before he gave in to the impossible temptation, capturing Logan’s lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. 

Logan’s smile was a small, secret thing, pressed against the warmth of Finn’s mouth as he slipped his hand under Finn’s sweater. 

Pulling away seemed like a herculean task. 

“As much as I wish I could do this forever, I did promise our boyfriend I’d bring him ice for his ribs. 

Logan huffed in faux annoyance, lightly pinching Finn’s side before untangling their limbs. 

“Go on then O’Hara. Only cause you promised.” 

Finn dropped one last kiss on Logan’s forehead before heading to the kitchen. He grabbed the ice packs for Leo, surveying the kitchen before he switched off the lights. 

He found Leo sprawled face-down in their bed, his face snuggled into Finn’s pillow. Finn giggled a little when he spotted his mickey mouse boxers peeking out from under Leo’s faded t-shirt. 

He snapped the waistband gently as he climbed into bed, pushing Leo’s hair out of his face to kiss his cheek. 

“Hey sunshine, I got you that ice I promised.” 

“Mph.” 

“Need help?” 

Leo nodded in response, turning on his side to let Finn get to the bruise splashed across his ribcage, already turning purple. 

Finn’s heart was in his throat. He traced trembling fingers across the colours of pain splashed across his darling. If only he’d blocked the guy, or skated faster or body checked him or—

“Hey, shortcake, I’m okay.” 

Finn met Leo’s eyes. 

“I love you. I’m fine.” 

He swallowed against the tears that threatened and let Leo pull him into a hug. And just for a second he let himself feel the fear he’d pushed to the back of his mind when he’d seen the hit. 

“I love you too knutty. I love you so much.” 

Leo smiled. “I know.” 

Finn placed the ice pack on his boyfriend’s ribs, watching his face for any sign of pain and discomfort; relaxing minutely when he saw none. 

“Sleep, darling. Logan’s on his way.”

“What about you?” 

“I’ll be back in a bit, I need a drink after all that.” 

Leo rolled his eyes at the cheap joke as Finn grabbed his water bottle on the way out, winking at Leo over his shoulder when he shut the door behind him. 

He heard Logan join Leo; the bed creaking a little as Logan climbed in. It hit him then how much he’d drowned in this feeling, the feeling of being safe, loved, home. He found love in all the little things, his life now steeped in reverence and adoration. He felt it in the cup of coffee Leo handed him every morning, a kiss to go with it; in the way Logan coaxed the pain out of his shoulders on bad days, soothing him with his honey-sweet voice; in the way his sweethearts held him in the ethereal hours of night. 

He leaned against the kitchen counter, letting his emotions wash over him, leaving him heavy and shaky at the knees. He let all the feelings he’d shoved away through the day hit him all at once, and let the tears slip down his cheeks, in the cover of the darkness he finally let himself feel. 

He hadn’t realised when he’d made his way to the balcony, but the icy bite of the wind pulled him back into his own body. Finn breathed in the crisp air in wet gasps, the sobs tearing out of his throat with a vengeance. 

He didn’t know how long he’d been out there, didn’t know when he’d collapsed to the floor until warm arms wrapped around his waist, a warm face pressing into his neck. 

“Hush, Finn, I’ve got you. I’ve got you amour. I’ve got you.” 

Finn tangled his fingers with Logan’s where they rested in his stomach. Gripping tight, holding onto safety. He felt someone’s legs slot between his, warm hands coming to cup his face. 

“It’s okay cheri, we’re here. It’s okay. You’re okay.” 

Finn let Leo’s voice wrap around him, calming his gasping breaths until he was sniffling into Leo’s shoulder, Leo’s finger’s holding Finn’s hand to his chest, letting Finn ground himself to the steady thump of Leo’s heart under his palm.

Finn registered Leo’s fingers stroking through his hair, Leo’s deep voice rumbling gentle nothings in his ear and pulled himself back to his body. He was here. He was real. He was home. 

Leo pulled away, just enough to meet Finn’s gaze. 

“You said you’d come back to bed sweetheart.” 

Finn wiped his eyes. “I know, I know, I’m sor—” 

Leo pressed two fingers to his lips, effectively stopping Finn mid-sentence. 

“Nothing to be sorry for Fishy, don’t you apologise” 

Logan hummed in agreement behind him. “You take such good care of us Harz, let us take care of you for once.” 

Finn let out a shaky sigh. He nodded, the movement impeded by Leo’s t-shirt. 

Before he knew it, Logan had an arm around his waist and under his legs and had picked him up like he weighed no more than a doll, Finn just wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, letting himself sink into the warmth and love of his partners. 

He reached behind him to tangle his fingers with Leo’s squeezing gently. 

“I love you. Thank you for getting me.” 

“We love you right back Finnegan, so so much.” 

Leo squeezed his fingers thrice, winking at him over Logan’s shoulder and Finn’s heart swelled in his chest. He let the fuzzy feeling spread through his body, warming him right down to his bones. 

He was here; he was loved; he was home.

[amaya-writes]

hq setters teaching you how to play volleyball as a date? just like reader has watched volleyball and messed around with it here and there during pe but never actually played it so they try teaching you

INSTALLATION 3 FOR DATING THE SETTER’S ASK GAME

Note: this idea is so cute tho I'll probably write this for some other hq characters when i'm done with this event.

Characters involved: Sugawara Koushi, Kenma Kozume, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Toru, Miya Atsumu, Akaashi Keiji

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Sugawara Koushi

A loud laugh echoed around the two of you as you watched the ball hit the net for the fifth time that day. The sound was enough to have you sigh and try to back away from the court.

Try, because as much as you wanted to spear yourself the embarrassment you found yourself remaining rooted to the spot the second Sugawara tugged on your waist and pulled you back to the centre of your half of the court.

"Aw come on you were closer this time."

You let out a sigh at his words but allowed yourself to be moved around until you were once again in a position to spike the ball. However, this time Koushi stayed by your side rather than walking away to set the ball.

He took a moment to adjust your stance, making your arm stretch further back and feet spread before going away to set the ball.

You thought the ball would once again hit the net or fall to the ground before it could reach the other side but were pleasantly surprised to see it pass the net and fall to the ground in the middle of the other side.

"See, I told you."

You couldn't help but grin at Sugawara's words, feeling a sense of accomplishment rush through you as he went to receive the ball.

It wasn't even a proper spike, and definitely needed a lot of work, but the fact that you were learning something about his world was enough to have you smile.

Volleyball wasn't your cup of tea, but Sugawara certainly made it seem otherwise.

Kenma Kozume

"This is way too tiring."

Kenma smiled as he watched you roll your shoulders before once again adjusting your stance to be ready to spike the ball that would soon come your way.

However, this time he chose to take a small break and casually leaned against the volleyball bin.

"Weren't you the one who said you wanted to learn volleyball?"

"Because you haven't left your house all weekend."

Kenma scoffed at your response, tossing the ball your way as he spoke.

"Like you get a lot of physical activity done."

You were quick to throw the ball back at him with a little more force than necessary but were left disappointed as you watched him receive it perfectly and send the ball right to you.

However, unlike the last time he had pulled that trick, you actually spiked the ball as it came your way, making Kenma pause in shock for a couple of seconds.

When he finally processed the situation the blond gamer sent you a surprised smile that had you feeling a little too smug.

"I'm a good teacher."

This time the ball actually did hit him square in the chest, however, Kenma couldn't help but smile as he watched you complain about how you were the one putting in real effort.

There was something about seeing you embrace his hobbies that made him like volleyball in a way he hadn't known he could.

Kageyama Tobio

"You're worse than Hinata was."

You couldn't help but be offended at your boyfriend's words, sending him an unamused look that just widened his prideful grin. However, your annoyance soon vanished as you watched Kageyama circle behind you and start to adjust your stance.

He started with your hands, reaching around you to turn your arms more and move your elbows so you were sturdier. Then, his hands travelled down, moving your knees a little apart and resting one hand on your right hip.

"You need to go lower."

The way his hand tugged you backwards, effectively make you sink lower, left no room for argument. However, considering your flustered state you were certain that you wouldn't have been able to say anything even if he hadn't moved you around.

It was only when he pulled away and returned to his side of the court that Kageyama finally realised what he was doing, but he surprisingly didn't become completely flustered like he normally would.

Instead, he hit the ball just like he had every other time, but this time you actually ended up hitting it back perfectly.

"Told you, you had to go lower."

Volleyball was definitely harder than you had thought, but it was definitely also more fun than you had anticipated. Especially when you got to see another side of your boyfriend because of it.

Oikawa Toru

Oikawa was close. Way too close.

When he had said he wanted to teach you volleyball for your date that day you had expected something like learning how to spike, or being taught a thing or two about being a setter.

You hadn't, however, expected him to be so focused on teaching you how to serve.

One arm wrapped around your waist, pressing down on your core as he muttered about how you needed to use your entire body to serve properly.

"-you don't just need technique you also need the right amount of force."

His other hand continued twirling the volleyball on his fingers as he spoke, only stopping once he began to pull away and set the ball in your hands.

"Go on."

You stood still for a moment, too hung up on his previous proximity to actually do anything. It wasn't until a good few seconds passed that you finally threw the ball up and served it.

It crossed the net.

Oikawa saw it before you did, and was quick to tug you backwards with his arm once again returning to wrap around your waist.

"You're better than I thought."

He leaned in as he spoke, with his lips hovering close enough for you to feel his breath against your lips, but then he pulled with a smirk that showed he knew exactly what he was doing.

"But, you still need to learn a lot more."

Your volleyball training wasn't what you had expected it to be, but one thing was for certain.

Oikawa definitely liked seeing you play volleyball.

Miya Atsumu

Volleyball was everything to Atsumu.

He lived for the thrill of controlling the game and commanding the court and took great pleasure in bettering himself to be the best possible setter he could be.

Maybe that was why you felt so nervous as you watched the ball he had set to you hit the net as it went over to the other side of the court.

"'Tsumu I don't think this is a good idea."

The way his eyebrows crinkled in confusion almost made you feel like a fool for even suggesting that. However, it was too late to take back your words.

"Why?"

"Well-"

The volleyball in his hands seemed almost intimidating as he spun it between his palms, with the movement drawing your gaze away from his pressing brown eyes.

"I'm no good at volleyball and this is probably just wasting your time-"

This time it was Atsumu who cut you off with a small peck to your lips that completely silenced any complaints you had.

"This isn't about volleyball, it's about spending time with you-"

He kissed you again, pecking your lips twice before walking backwards to his previous position.

"-even if your serves suck."

It was that day that you realised there was something Atsumu loved just as much as volleyball: combining the two things he loved the most.

Akaashi Keiji

"You need to think a little more before hitting it."

"But then I won't hit it on time."

Akaashi shook his head at your response, reaching forward to flick your forehead in a way that made you wince and take a small step back.

"You're avoiding your instincts."

You didn't really understand what he meant, not until he served the ball again and you just listened to what your mind was telling you.

You didn't know how or why, but somehow Akaashi's advice was exactly what you needed to knock over the water bottle on the other side of the court.

The sight made you grin and let out an excited giggle, turning towards Akaashi to plant a small peck on his lips. However, he pulled you back in just as you were about to walk away.

"I think I deserve more than that for being such a good coach."

"Of course, 'Kaashi."

Spending the day playing volleyball wasn't exactly the most romantic date, but the idea of learning about his world and becoming that much closer to Akaashi was enough to make the day a memorable one.

It certainly helped that you got to see a new side of him, one that reminded you of why you fell for him in the first place.

[wardenannie]

Hurt Levi pls

I normally don't take tumblr prompts, but for you, anon whose identity is a total mystery to me, I will accept

NSFW under the cut. Also warning for some torture that happens about midway through. Nothing too graphic tho.

-

Kenny captured him as they dueled in the streets of the capital. Levi didn't see the net coming until it was too late. His eyes were locked on the gunslinger, body moving like water as he spun past bullet after bullet, slate eyes trained on Kenny's exposed jugular.

When the net struck him it took his balance with it, and he tumbled two stories to the ground, confused in a pile of weights and rope. He landed with a sickening crunch, the right side of his body slamming brutally into the paving stones.

Levi was stunned, body wracked with agony as his broken bones screamed in complaint.

He could hear his squad calling out for him; "Heichou!" But he could not make out their faces as his vision blurred and dark shadows began to loom over him.

One of those shadows- the tallest, the most menacing- laughed, and then spat in his face. Kenny.

"Gotcha, runt," Levi could hear the sneer in his voice, words dripping with the venom of sordid joy. He struggled, breath coming ragged as panic began to set in.

"Knock him out," Kenny ordered.

A sharp pain radiated up the side of Levi's skull, then everything went black.

He awoke in a dark cell, suspended by iron manacles that dug harshly into his wrists. His shirt was gone, body coated in a fine sheen of cold sweat that shimmered in the dim light of a single, paltry torch.

Levi's head throbbed painfully. The right side of his body was mottled with blue-black bruises. It hurt to breathe, to blink, to think.

But Levi was a survivor, so he pushed through the pain, recalling everything that had brought him to this point. He remembered battling on the streets of the capital. He remembered Kenny shouting his name boisterously. He remembered Nifa's brains being splattered across the rooftops, and he remembered falling, and falling, and falling.

"Shit," he cursed, and he pulled at his restraints. The movement only served to dig the metal more painfully into his flesh, fresh blood running hot down his forearms.

Levi drew in a ragged, fortifying breath, then shouted with all of his remaining might, "Kenny!"

The low tenor of his voice echoed through the subterranean dungeon. A peppering of dust fell from the rafters, disturbed by the sudden noise.

Panting, chest heaving as he bit through another full body wave of pain, he shouted again, louder, with more power and rage behind the name; "KENNY!"

His muscles went limp, body hanging weakly from his shackles, toes dragging on the filthy floor. Everything hurt. It hurt so much. Every fiber of his being seemed to be crying out in red hot pain. His head throbbed, eyes pulsing in his skull. There was a constant pressure in his chest, digging into his lung, a broken rib, more like than not.

Levi huffed a broken sound, hanging his head. He was useless like this, strung up like a fresh kill. He shut his eyes, waiting helplessly for his fate to arrive.

Hange would come for him. He knew she would.

He recalled their parting moment, the people she had loaned him, the people he had gotten killed. He remembered the trust she had placed upon him, that had swirled behind those wine-colored eyes, and somehow he felt even more broken.

"Hange..." He sighed her name, lids fluttering.

He'd been so caught up in his memories that he hadn't heard the telling sound of footsteps on the bricks. Two grizzled, calloused hands gripped the bars mockingly.

Kenny grinned at him from the darkness of the corridor, freshly shaven. Face porous and lined and aged.

"Hey there, runt," he goaded, fingers drumming softly on the bars. Two more people appeared beside him, men, their faces obscured behind black torturer's hoods. Their black eyes flashed menacingly in the torchlight.

"We have a few questions for ya," Kenny produced a key from around his neck and slipped it into the lock. The heavy, barred door opened with a metallic shriek and a muffled kerthunk. He slipped into the cell, body long, thin and skeletal. Behind him the two torturers followed.

Now that they stood in the light Levi could see that they wore the instruments of his torture across their bodies like bandoliers. The knives and scalpels and scrapers all gleamed orange by the light of the torch.

Levi swallowed thickly, giving another weak pull at his shackles.

"Now," Kenny's smile never waned. He laced his fingers behind his back, standing up straight and proud. "Are ya gonna cooperate? Or will we have to do this the hard way."

Levi's lips curled into a snarl. They wanted Hange's location, the location of his squad.

They could rot in hell.

He demonstrated as much by spitting onto the floor in front of Kenny's boot.

"Fuck off."

Kenny puffed his cheeks amusedly, and took a small step backward to make way for the torturers.

"These fellows are good at what they do," Kenny explained softly as they began to pluck their implements from their chests. "They were loaned to me by the king himself."

Levi bared his teeth, refusing to give Kenny anything more than his ire.

Kenny cracked his knuckles, smile shifting to lopsided and entertained, "Alright then, let's begin."

Levi stayed strong. Through it all, he endured. He kept his lips sealed, biting on them until they bled like his exposed nailbeds, like the parallel lines they drew across his belly with their razor sharp knives. He endured when they began breaking nailess toes, and he endured when they moved on to his fingers, peeling the skin back to the first knuckle.

His blood painted the floor in crimson-black drips. His grunts of agony echoed through the dungeon halls in a torturous symphony.

"Where is Hange Zoe?" Kenny asked, obviously beginning to grow exasperated.

Levi showed his teeth, red with blood, red dripping from his nose, "Never." He choked, tasting rust in his mouth. He would die before he gave Hange up. It was her face that lingered in the back of his mind, that bolstered his resolve against their blunted rods as they beat his already broken ribs.

He remembered her smile. Her laughter. They way she smirked when she teased him over his height and cleanliness. He remembered her touch, the fire she awoke inside of him, in his skin.

He remembered Hange. His Hange. And he endured.

Eventually they left him alone. Making sure to snuff out the torch as they went, Levi dangled weakly in the dark. The only sounds were that of his own breathing and his blood dripping steadily onto the floor.

His vision began to fade, sounds growing distant, as though he were submerged beneath dark waves of white hot water. He struggled to breathe, to keep his eyes open. 

Ultimately his struggle was in vain. He fell into viscous, black unconsciousness. 

-

Hange Zoe had never before known fear like this; this terrible, gripping thing that settled in her chest and constricted around her lungs like a parasitic snake. It radiated outward from her center, down her limbs and into her fingertips, numbing them as she gripped the triggers of her ODM gear. 

He had to be alive. He had to be. 

How would she survive if Levi were gone. What would she do? She couldn’t imagine it, that agony which she was barely holding at bay. Were the worst to come to fruition it would surely consume her. 

They busted through the doors of the anti-personnel squad compound. Shattering through them with a battering ram, shards of broken wood raining down on the occupants of the adjacent room; splintering and slicing them. 

Hange grabbed the first man she saw by his collar, hoisting him into the air as her muscles burned. She pressed the edge of her blade to his throat, flashing her teeth, vision blurring red with complete and utter rage. 

“Where is he?!”

Moblit and Levi squad apprehended the others in the room. Binding their hands and feet. Hange simply wanted them dead.

The man dangled in the air, grasping weakly at Hange’s wrist where she held him aloft, “I- I um...” 

“Spit it out or you won’t have a tongue to speak with!” Hange demanded, pressing her blade more insistently to his throat. 

“D-downstairs,” he pointed towards a door with a shaking finger. 

Hange grunted and threw him roughly down onto the floor, leaving him to the rest of the squad. She rushed for the doors, prying a torch off of the wall as she descended into the dark depths of the dungeon. 

Let him be alive, she chanted to herself. Please, whatever gods there may be, let him be alive. 

Kenny was nowhere to be found. The fighting upstairs cleared quickly and soon all of Levi squad was trailing the Section Commander through the dark labyrinth. 

It only took another few moments for them to discover him hanging by his wrists in the dark. He was filthy, covered in blood, sweat, and bruises. His eyes were closed, chest barely rising with stilted breath. 

“Levi!” Hange rasped, gripping the bars. “What did they do to him?” 

She ground her teeth to the point of pain, leaning all of her weight into the bars like she could bend them through sheer force of will alone. The sight of his blood pooling on the floor made her stomach twist, her heart ache. Her mouth was dry and a salient mixture of horror and utter rage pooled in her center. 

Armin was already working on the lock. But it wasn’t fast enough. 

Hange shoved him out of the way and slammed one of her blades down into the rusty lock mechanism over and over. It creaked, shuddered, and then cracked in two under the force of her assault. 

Leaving the rest of the squad in the dust, Hange rushed to Levi’s side, wrapping her arms tenderly around his waist and lifting him so his wrists were no longer being cut by the shackles. 

“Hange,” he choked her name weakly, then spit blood onto the yellow of her shirt. His slate eyes were hooded and distant, dissociative from the pain. 

Armin and Mikasa were working on his restraints. 

“I’m here,” Hange breathed, careful only to touch him where she had to. “I’m here.” 

She wanted to scream at the sight of him. His body was a warzone; brutalized, left sallow and broken. His skin was clammy, breath tinged with the scent of blood. 

“Levi...” she exhaled shakily, and finally the manacles came lose and Levi crumpled into her arms. He buried his face against her neck, and she heard him inhale sharply, painfully. 

Hange bit her lip, cupping the back of his head, stroking his greasy hair gingerly. 

Moblit cupped her shoulder gently, his eyes wide with concern, “Section Commander, we need to go.” 

Hange nodded, lifting Levi protectively into her arms. She wouldn’t let anyone help her. She couldn’t bear the thought of anyone touching him but her. She guarded him carefully all the way back to their hideout, keeping his head nestled safely in her lap as their cart wheeled bumpily along the city streets. 

-

Hange treated his wounds as best she could. She wrapped his tortured fingers and stitched the wounds in his abdomen. She tied his broken toes to unbroken ones and gave him water each hour on the hour. As for his bruises? She could only hope that they were not set too deeply into his muscles and organs. She could only caress delicate fingers over his cheek and pray to whatever merciful gods might exist that he would come out of this trial relatively unscathed. 

Though he would always bare the scars. Reminders of her own failure to protect him; the man she...

She utterly refused to leave his side, not even to report to Erwin. She sent Moblit in her stead. 

And how could she leave him? Her Levi? Her partner in crime? How could she possibly rationalize leaving his side when he was so close to death, when she had nearly lost him. 

She cried softly at night, sat up against a stark brick wall, just feet away from the Captain. She cried because she realized for the first time that she really, truly loved this man. She loved him with each individual fiber of her imperfect being. She loved him, and she had nearly lost him. 

Levi had nearly died. 

“I feel so helpless,” she whispered, blinking back her tears. “Levi, I’m so sorry. If I had just gotten there sooner you might not-

“Shut it, four-eyes,” Levi groused painfully, blinking to wakefulness. His voice was groggy, eyes blurry, but he still managed to reach out and touch Hange. He laid his bandaged had over her own. 

“You’re awake,” Hange exhaled in relief, and she leaned over him slightly, scooting nearer. She could feel the reassuring heat of his body, watch the steady rise and fall of his chest. 

“Did you...” Levi let out a painful wheeze when he tried to rise onto his elbows. Hange gently coaxed him back into the sheets. “Did you treat me?” 

Hange nodded, sniffing, “I did. We’re still in hiding so we couldn’t call on any actual doctors.” 

Levi swallowed thickly, wounded fingers curling gingerly around her own, “Is Kenny dead?” 

“No, he wasn’t there when we raided the compound.” 

“Shit.” 

“Levi...” Hange leaned closer, looming over him. Her eyes flashed with genuine concern. Her throat suddenly felt too tight, too hot. 

Levi went very still, and for a long moment they simply stared, gazing into one another’s eyes. There was a spark of recognition in Levi’s grey as he reconciled the emotion swirling in Hange’s russet irises. 

“Hange...” 

She kissed him, leaning carefully over his body and sealing their lips in a wet, tearful kiss. Her tongue traced along his lower lip, and he granted her entrance with a soft moan, mimicking her action in turn. Hange cupped his cheek, thumb brushing along his chin. 

When they parted a soft sob wracked through Hange’s body, breath tickling along Levi’s parted lips, tears peppering his cheeks. 

“I almost lost you,” Hange choked. 

Slowly, Levi raised his good arm and cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in for another; slower, more reverent kiss. 

Hange shifted her position over Levi’s body as their tongues and lips worked in tandem. She straddled his left thigh, her own thigh pressing very near to the crux of his legs where he was obviously hard, wearing only a thin pair of sleep pants that Hange had scrounged for him. 

“You almost died,” she said when they parted again. Then she peppered his face with kisses from his forehead to his chin. “I almost lost you, Levi.” 

“We’re soldiers,” Levi spoke, but there was no conviction behind his words. “Soldiers die.” 

Hange shook her head, more tears welling. She bit her lip painfully, and when she opened her mouth to speak only a pained noise managed to eek past her lips. 

“I knew that you would come for me,” Levi admitted after a moment of uncomfortable silence. “I knew you’d be the one.” 

Hange nodded fiercely, then kissed him again. Her fingertips teased along the waistband of his pants, and he hummed in silent consent. Hange needed this, they needed this. This kairotic moment to which they had been building for years. This physical expression of their shared need, desires, and- though they did not give it voice- their love. All of it precipitating from such exquisite pain as nearly losing one another. 

When she sank down onto him is was with a soft sigh. He filled her up, made her feel whole in a way she had never known she was missing. She was careful of his broken body, setting a slow, even pace that drove the both of them mad. 

“Hange,” Levi whispered her name. His bandaged hands lifted to hold her hips as she rode him. 

“I love you,” she admitted, ducking her face to hide behind her hair. “I love you and I almost lost you, Levi.”

Tears continued to pepper his face and chest as they made love, Hange gliding gracefully back and forth on him. He even managed to cant his hips slightly to meet her, drawing a quiet moan past her lips. 

They reached climax quickly, peaking together in a moment which Hange could only describe as one of pure light. 

Afterwards she tucked herself into his good side, head resting on his shoulder, cum dripping between her thighs. 

“I love you, short stuff. I love you so much it hurts. And to see you so broken, in so much pain... I can’t.” The tears were flowing again, dampening the sheets. 

“Easy,” he touched her hair. “I’m alive, four-eyes. You saved me.” 

“Not before-

“Hey, enough of that shit,” Levi demanded, though his voice was soft. He inclined his head to kiss Hange’s hair. “I’m alive four eyes. I’m alive because you came for me.”

Hange blinked away her tears and nuzzled into Levi’s neck. Muffled against his skin she breathed, “I love you.” 

Levi closed his eyes. Body still aching, in tatters, but with Hange by his side he felt as though everything might turn out okay. 

He loved her, too.

[junjungsunwoo]

I can’t fall in love without you.

-> Sunwoo x reader

-> slight fluff, heavy(ish) angst

-> 1.7k (went a little crazy with this sorry not sorry.)

-> TW! Talks about a disease, major character death, lots of sadness and crying

-> @geniejunn @kvydence

-> @knet-bakery @k-dinernet @tbznetwork @foreverkpop-net @kpop-script

-> Please note that I am in NO WAY a professional in ANY field of medicine so please, off something sounds wrong to you, I’m sorry! 😭 also, rushed this once again during midnight, so it might be a bit messy! I hope it’s still good though- had a good cry writing this 💔

-> written for @yuta-senpai’s request for the tittle “I can’t fall in love without you” with the dialogue “please don’t fall in love without me” and the genre of angst. I hope you like this Sierra! I put lots of effort into this! Sorry if you don’t like it tho

-> main masterlist | the boyz masterlist

Laying down on your bed, you keep your small grip on Sunwoo’s hands not wanting to let go. 

Never did you think you would be in this situation. You were always known as a very healthy and happy person so what happened that made you this way? Maybe this was God punishing you for being selfish for wanting Sunwoo all to yourself.

As you laid there helplessly with Sunwoo beside you quietly rubbing the back of your hands with his thumb, you couldn’t help but think back to when everything was okay- when you were still kids. You close your eyes and began to take deep breaths you begin to take a trip down your memory lane.

It didn’t take long before you started to cling onto him and following him where ever he goes. Sunwoo never minded and he had always thought it was super cute.

It didn’t take long before you started to cling onto him and following him where ever he goes. Sunwoo never minded and he had always thought it was super cute.

It didn’t take long before you started to cling onto him and following him where ever he goes. Sunwoo never minded and he had always thought it was super cute.

Every adult that saw you both would always compliment you two, saying how cute you’d look like a couple. Their words stuck to you as you soon started to develop more and more feelings for him, and before you knew it- you were in love.

Your best friend, your soulmate- you were in love with him. You knew all of his flaws and you were there when he was at his lowest, and yet you still loved him with your whole heart.

You don’t remember exactly when you started to have feelings for him, but all you know is that you will never tell him. Sunwoo could never know about your feelings- he can’t. 

You were too scared that you would lose him when you confess, and losing him is like losing a part of you. Sunwoo was your other half- without him you would feel lost.

Your memories bring you back to the last day of kindergarten. It was a day you could remember clearly as you were sure this was the day you started having feelings for Sunwoo.

It was a bright and sunny day, the sky was blue, and laughter could be heard everywhere in the school. It was that day where a boy had called you ugly and told you that no one would ever want to have a girlfriend like you.

You had cried a lot that day- hiding under the big tree in one of the corners of the garden sniffing and sobbing quietly when Sunwoo came out of nowhere with candies in his hands. He opened the package of your favorite candy before he motioned you to open your mouth and putting it into your mouth.

“Don’t listen to that big bully!” He exclaimed as he took a seat beside you. “I think you are suuuuuper pretty!” He beams a smile at you.

“Re-really?” You asked him trying to contain your sniffs and tears. 

“Of course! Other than my mommy, you are the most pretty girl I know!” He takes your hands in his, before gripping them tightly.

“You really think so?” You asked him as he gave you a firm nod. “But-but what if no one likes me like what he said? Then-then I’ll be lonely!” Tears begin to gather up in your eyes again, and Sunwoo panics, trying to stop you from crying.

“How about this?” He begins as you put your focus on him. “We’ll marry each other once we are old enough! Then we won’t have to be lonely!” He beams at you as a blush creeps onto your face unconsciously. 

“You promise?” You asked him, your eyes big and wide staring at him with wonder in your eyes.

Sunwoo coos at them before holding up his hand, his pinky extended out.

“I promise!” He giggles as the smile never dropping once.

“Then-then,” you begin staring at his hands in curiosity before looking up and staring into his eyes. “can-can you promise that you won’t fall in love without me?” Your eyes sparkle in anticipation.

Sunwoo giggles before he forcefully hooks your pinky with his before sealing with your thumbs.

“I promise!” 

You get snapped back into reality from your memories as it begins to feel more and more difficult to breathe. You couldn’t hear anything clearly, everything sounded as if your head was underwater. You open your eyes slowly to find that you were still faced with the white walls of the hospital. 

You look around trying to see if anyone was in the room with you. You turn your head slowly to your left only to see Sunwoo sobbing quietly while his hands hold on to yours tightly. 

Your hearing begins to slightly clear up as you finally understand what your doctor was talking about.

You didn’t have much time left.

You could feel it as you felt as heavy as a rock, not being able to move at all. You could barely keep your eyes open.

It felt like it was only yesterday when you had found out about this disease in you. At first, you were so confident that you could get over it as you were still really young, but when more and more time pass and you feel weaker and weaker, it felt as if death was just knocking on the door every day just waiting for you to give in to your death.

Beginning to tear up, you try to move your fingers slightly. Sunwoo looks up in shock as he feels the slight movements from your fingers as he tries to put on a small smile to cheer you up.

He goes up to you to caress your hair softly while trying to contain his sniffles and his tear.

“Everything will be okay,” he continues to stroke your head, “I promise.” His voice cracks in the end as he couldn’t help but break down again.

“I’m...sorry.” You whisper out, your voice barely audible. “I’m sorry...I can’t keep...our promise.” You feel your own tears begin to slide down the side of your face. 

Sunwoo wipes the tears away as his own begins to fall. He tries his hardest to keep his smile going as he can hear his own heart starting to break.

“Do...do you remember our...promise? Back in Kindergarten?” You asked him slowly taking deep breaths in between words. Breathing and talking starting to get more and more difficult. Sunwoo mods quickly, his left hand still holding onto your hands tightly and his right hand still caressing your head.

“I...I take it back.” You wheeze out before taking in a big breath of air and continuing. “Go fall in love without me…be happy...forget about me,” more tears run down your face as Sunwoo finally lets out uncontrollable loud sobs.

“Please-“ he begs you, “please don’t leave me- I-I can’t fall in love without you!” He grabs your hand and puts it to his mouth, kissing you on the back of the hand as he begs and begs you to stay.

“I’m sorry...for wasting your time for all...these years.” You continue as your eyes begin to feel heavy.

“I’m sorry I never...told you that I’m...really thankful for having you...here.” You take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry...I never told you that…” you take another deep breath, your eyes slowly closing despite all your efforts to keep them open.

“I love you.” Your hands slip from his grip and you stop breathing. A single, lonely tear runs down your cheek as you finally close your eyes, never to open them again.

Sunwoo freezes as he slowly takes in the situation. His head was spinning as your heart monitor displayed the flat line and doctors and nurses rush him out of the way to give you defibrillation- sending shocks to your still-warm body, and yet- nothing happens. Silence filled the room as the sound from the heart monitor echoed in the room.

“I'm sorry for your lost.” He tells your parents as they sob in each other’s arms. “But we tried our best.” He then hurried out of the room with the other nurses following after him.

Tears began to fall down uncontrollably as Sunwoo finally get a grasp on the situation.

You were gone.

You are really gone.

Sunwoo felt as if the sun in his life was taken away from him. He felt cold and sad as if there was nothing left in the world that could warm him up and make him happy again.

Memories of all the time he spent with you all replayed in his mind. He could never forget even a single memory made with you. You were his best friend, his soulmate, his other half- you were his everything in this cold world, and now that you were gone, Sunwoo feels as if there would be no more good in the world.

Waking up to your peaceful body, Sunwoo carefully touches you, treating you as if you were some porcelain doll. He takes your left hand and puts it to his face only to find it cold and stiff- unlike your usual hands that were always warm and soft.

He closes his eyes as he tries to imagine you smiling at him again and he feels another wave of emotions hit him. Opening his eyes he carcasses your hair once again before removing the oxygen mask from your face. 

Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead he looks at your face once again before placing a delicate peck on your cold lips. He wipes your now dried tears off your face as his own tears begin to fall into you.

Taking in a small breath, Sunwoo let out a small whisper- as if the thing he was about to say was for the two of you and the two of you only. 

Trying to contain his sobs his bites his lips as he closed his eyes and lays his forehead against yours.

“I love you too.” He gently whispers to you, although you will never be able to hear his words. “So much…” he sobs loudly and painfully. Anyone that hears him can feel their own hearts breaking.

“I love you.” 

@ junjungsunwoo, all rights reserved.

[loneworldgazer]

Seijoh With A TikToker! Manager

seijoh x gen!reader 

you thirst trap, that’s it

it was supposed to be a joke with your older friend, ryan who thirst traps on occasion with you

but with a little bit of flashy editing and snazzy clothing, yall got thousands of people loving both of you

your fits on tik tok are 🔥🔥 in other words, cool asf 

from suits, way too much accesories (in a stylish way), fishnets to a thousand more clothing you bought online (with ryan’s money of course, since you’re broke af) 

your editing and transitions is crazy good, you were just chillling on tik tok and scrolling through the comments to see people thirsting and asking stuff like “how did you do that :00″, “tutorial!!!” and “behind the scenes?? this probably took a full day to edit!!” 

anyways,

you were editing a new video, you were in a flowy sundress with a hat and you were twirling around, being so happy of how cute you looked and with a turn of your head, you were in a classy suit

tie, vest and chains around your fingers when you lean in the camera with half lidded eyes and a cocky smirk

(zooweemama🤩)

you were happy that your thirst trap looked good so you sent it to ryan for her to inspect mistakes and imperfections

and to show how hot you are

anyways,

you changed out your suit after doing a photoshoot, waiting for her response and wiping off your makeup adorned your features and waited for ryan's response

you opened up a choco pie and relaxed since being in the suit looked really cool but it made you sweat

a notification popped up so you opened up immediately after wiping some sweat off your shoulders

you: *sends video* ahah i look hot

🥛🍞: y/n-

you spat out your choco pie and hurriedly deleted the video

you sat, frozen

oh no no no no you sent it to the WRONG person infact not person, PEOPLE

you sent it to the team groupchat so you didn't know who sent it since you scrambled to delete it

hopefully it was just oikawa but at the same time with his big mouth and teasing nature, you dreaded going to school the next day

nobody texted after that, probably waiting for an answer the next day and you melted to jello on the ground

ryan🍰: darling, let's hope you don't die of embarassment the next day

you: 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

you avoided oikawa, you ran if you saw him and it was easy since his crowd of fans were there at times and you could see iwaizumi dragging him away

the only time you couldn't avoid him after school, you couldn't skip either since that's just irresponsible

breathing in, you entered the gym and you were thankful oikawa hasn't arrivrd yet and watari and kindaichi were there

watari waved to you and you waved back, jogging to the storage room to put up the nets

"looking for these, cutie~" you gasped, slapping a hand on your mouth, did he hid in here just to suprise you or sonething, oh wow why did he so badly want to see you😃

you wanted to 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

but you didn't move yet, standing in place, staring at the carts of volleyballs and fidgeted with your fingers

he rested his chin on your shoulder and whispered in your ear which made chills run down your spine

"where was the oh so confident y/n we saw yesterday?" we? 'we'???? who saw the video, w h o el s e

"w-who saw the video?" you met his satisfied grin as he rubbed your head like a cat and laughed

"makki, mattsun, iwa chan, yahaba, kunimi, kindaichi, mad dog chan, watari and me, everyone saw :))" oh. of course it took about 5 minutes for you to notice the notification and now you wanted someone to take you out

no, not oikawa, i mean a gun it looking kinda segsi tho ;))

anyways,

you pushed oikawa back out to the gym and hung your head in embarassment and makki and mattsun won't miss the chance to bully you 😔

"y/n you were so cute yesterday, why are you so shy now??-" they ruffled your hair and you have to stop them but their smug ass grins made you flustered

kindaichi couldn't stop thinking about it, his heart was racing of how attractive you looked with a suit

kunimi thought you look neat in a suit since he could see your tik tok, he might stalk it out of boredom

yahaba already stalked it, you look so beatiful but ryan, oh how scandalous of a duo you both were

the tips of kyoutani's ears and cheeks wouldn't stop flushing red, he kept remembering that smirk you had and he served harder when he couldn't get it off his mind

watari was flustered, his face lit up pink, his expression was so adorable when he accidently didn't receive the ball just because you were on his mind

iwaizumi was embarassed for you, he knew you sent it to the wrong group chat, you look so.. suggestive with your expressions that you made in the video and when you run your fingers through your hair, he needed the hospital to check up on him

well as you can see, the rest of the third years didn't hesitate to bully you, they teased and poked fun at you all day

but it was all fun and giggles, they meant no harm

they were impressed with your editing that you had to show other videos so they could fanboy like little boys again as they won't stop bugging you to show yourself off again

y/n: so this is- *you licked your lips* nvm *swipes to next video*

meme team and oikawa: nooo come back!!!

iwaizumi: *has to be a metre away from them so he won't combust*

so at the end of the day, what did they do?

stalked your account.

they would comment in the group chat when it was nearing midnight

iwaizumi won't hesitate to kill anyone who didn't sleep

iwaizumi: sleep 🪓🪓

the rest of the team expect for the ones sleeping: 💫mute notifications💫

iwaizumi: that's not what i meant-

so probably after that, you didn't get shown off the internet but at school as well

ah yes the embarassment

well atleast you did show off your editing skills in presentations (the stuttering didn't helped honey)

ryan🍰: atleast we getting the views hun🤑🤑

y/n: ooo you're glad you don't go to school anymore 🔪🔪

but atleast you could see the team in suits at the school festival after what had happened, ig

(also sorry for the over using emojis, i- i just went crazy on it😔😔)

[hanniiesuckle17]

Dating Seo Changbin

A/n: I am so sorry this took so long!!! i hope you like it <3 oof its been a while since I've done this style so here we go

Requested: @mrsunshine999

Tag List: @distrikt9 @mini-meanhoee @poeticallyspaghetti @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @yangomangos @jeonqqin @geminirules @crscendoforsung @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @multi-net​

Warnings: cussing, changbin being best boi, 

First of all....reader you are one lucky bitch.

Dating THE changbin

damn

Changbin is definitely one of the more domestic boys

He thriiiives with being a cuddly soft boyfriend

You probably met his parents on like your fourth date

But it was like a surprise thing 

He was like “Stop by my place because I’ve got to take care of somethings before we go out”

and you were like sure whatever so you get there like twenty minutes early and knock on the door

changbin opens and says you can wait in the living room while he is grabbing some things

first of all you notice his house is super fuckin nice

you’re like “mental note to ask who his decorated is” 

so he goes off and you walk in the living room and there are his parents just looking at you with kind expectant smiles

and you’re like “ummmm.........hello........changbin’s parents....”

changbin is like walking in and out of the room completely unaware that you are lowkey shitting your pants because omg his parents are right there and you were not prepared for this you were just promised food

its then you realize this is his parents house and he freaking tricked you into meeting them

by the time he sits down next to you on the couch you’ve practically sweated through your nice outfit and answered a billion questions

“I told you, I pick good ones mom- OW!” 

you pinched him really hard and made a nervous look towards the door. 

He laugh and got the message

the two of you said goodbye and you proceeded to whack him very hard the second the door closed behind you

loves to spoil you

anytime you're mad at him the next day you find a very expensive flower arrangement as well as a nice piece of jewelry on your desk or doorstep

he never lets you pay for anything

in fact the most common argument you have is about him spending too much money on you or not letting you pay

one time after a really big fight he secretly paid your rent for the month (which led to you yelling at him again)

“CHANGBIN YOU PAID FOR MY RENT?!”

“I thought I was doing a nice thing!”

“Yes it was very nice but I want to do things for myself!”

“But you’re so....baby....my baby....I wanna take care of you.”

“I AM NOT BABY!”

he thinks you look really cute when you’re mad so you never really end up getting anywhere with arguments like that

changbin is definitely a huge cuddler

likes being both little and big spoon

his favorite sleeping position is probably you sleeping on top of his chest so he can hug you like a teddy bear (you have replaced Munchlax haha)

probably takes you on the most aesthetic dates

he loves being your personal photographer

he can’t show you off on the skz insta so he probably has like a separate private account just to post really cute pictures of the you and him

changbin is a huge fan of couple clothes 

like any kind

his favorite is finding couple shoes like sneakers. 

he likes knowing that he could wear them onstage and bring a piece of you into the public view but its like his lil secret

changbin is like super no no about scandals so after a few months he probably announces the relationship before the press even think he is in one

changbin is like the pinterest boyfriend 

like he strives to be pinterest worthy

the boys give him so much shit about it but like lowkey he doesn’t care he just steals their coffee or something in revenge

he probably keeps like special products for you in his apartment

he always has the coffee or tea you like stocked in his kitchen

changbin is definitely the type to love hard and love fast so once this boy has you locked down in a relationship he just goes all in

you two probably move in together pretty quickly because this boy is just so anxious to be around you all the time

lowkey whiny once you move in 

“y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”

“changbin you've said my name like 18 times what the hell do you want”

“i wanna hug.”

tries to use aegyo to get out of chores and housework

“I love dark my ass.” you say shoving a laundry basket in his arms and watching him pout 

late night gym dates at like two in the morning

the boys lowkey getting jealous of how much time he spends with you

Felix and Hyunjin basically live at your apartment

you don’t know how they got keys but somehow they are always there 

you’ll wake up one morning and felix will be randomly asleep on your couch for no reason

your dates are often crash by one of the boys but you honestly don’t mind because they are so much fun

changbin is actually the most caring and empathetic boyfriend

he always seems to know when you have a bad day or are just feeling bad about yourself

sometimes you don't even understand how he knows 

you’ll just be laying in bed on your phone after a really rough day and wanting to cry and changbin will just come up and give you the warmest gentlest bear hug 

he won’t say anything but he’ll just hold you until you want to talk or just cry it out

lets be honest changbin hugs would be the best tho

like he hugs with his whole being

in a relationship i feel like he is super affectionate so hugs are pretty common but he probably hugs differently for different circumstances

like he gives really gentle hugs when your sad and strokes your hair, kissing the top of your head

probably a big fan of quick side hugs when you're in public or with the boys

big cuddly hugs when you’re alone where he can rock you side to side or flop onto the couch with you

so ‘i love you’

again changbin falls fast and hard so he would for sure be the first one to fall in love

but he wants you to say it first because he knows sometimes he can move too quickly and he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable

the first time you say it changbin is just so happy 

before you can even finish the sentence he’s already saying it back

“I love you-”

“I love you more.”

he never forgets an anniversary even if he is on tour

during one of their breaks he flew you out so you could celebrate together 

he loves traveling with you

even if its just a road trip or the two of you randomly decide to spend the weekend at a hotel that's thirty minutes from your house

changbin definitely knows what he wants in life so the second he decides you are the one for him he starts planning how he wants to spend his life with you

he loves having serious conversations with you about the future

changbin loves when the two of you invite all the boys over for dinner and it turns into a fancy dinner party and he cant help but picture you doing this five or six years from now and you have kids and are throwing dinner parties like this on the weekends

you too throw a HUGE Christmas party every year

like inviting lots of staff from the company and a bunch of family and friends 

so like one second you are talking to changbin’s sister and your mom then the next thing you know you are accidently bumping shoulders with fuckin BamBam from Got7 or Tzuyu from Twice and Jae is singing with Jisung in your living room

its like a huge fancy event that you and changbin throw at your place that you spend like a month planning for

everyone is dressed very nice and your house is spotless and flawlessly decorated with a brightly lit tree that you and changbin spent four hours decorating

by 9pm everyone is drunk on egg nog and opening presents from secret Santa 

changbin also never lets a Christmas go by without kissing you under the mistletoe 

the boys stay the night mostly because no one is sober enough to drag Jisung out of your house. 

So Christmas morning is always spent with the boys 

changbin always puts you first 

he is really considerate and always considers how his decisions will affect you (unless he’s trying to pay for something)

all in all changbin would just be the best boyfriend

congrat reader you landed an angel

Masterlist

[nishistravelingblog]

Soft terushima yuuji hc

Literally would be so fun this man is so energetic and lively 

The slight pda would warm your heart like the cute hand holding, tracing his fingers on your arm, doing the thumb thing while you hold hands, and even resting his arms on your shoulders as he leans on you

He would be so infatuated with his s/o and literally want to take them everywhere and show them everything and when you’re tired after walking around for so long he doesn’t hesitate to give you piggy back rides or carry your shoes.

Definitely plays video games and would try to teach you how to play with him. Giving me apex, cod, smite vibes with his games. Stuff very fast paced and he’s okay at them but when he does a really good play he looks at you to see if you caught what he just did

Can surprisingly cook but its kinda a half and half he either burns it or it's amazing. Sets off the smoke alarm once a week bc he’s very unaware while cooking

Is super soft around you but is the leader of the relationship especially around other people. You give him shit for it because he tries to play off like he’s the bad boy and ISNT as whipped as he is but if you asked him to get you something across the room bc you didn’t want to get up he would literally run to get it

Behind the back hugs and picks you up and claims it doesn’t matter your size anytime you think you might be too heavy. Wants to die by thigh suffocation this mans couldn’t care less about size

Games nights at the house 24/7. You invited a huge group of people and ended up playing monopoly. No one won

Group hang out sessions, likes having his friends around and being in groups of people but needs breaks and needs that alone time with you. He can get overwhelmed with the people sometimes

Big spoon cuddles all night (so he says) once he falls asleep he turns over and expects you to play the big spoon role but claims hes always the one who does it

He likes for you to play with his hair and it's like a comfort thing for him especially the lower half of his hair down by his neck.

He teaches you how to spike and makes fun of you if you can’t jump up high enough or mess up (in a sweet way tho) . He would be the type of guy to lift you up if you can’t reach the top of the net

He loves when you wear his clothes, he basically moved half of his old hoodie collection into your room when you weren’t looking and gives you the whole “is that my shirt? Why you always taking my stuff” speech every time and claims you are the reason he has nothing to wear

Hold your purse all the time (if you have one). He loves the space and thinks they are awesome. His friends makes fun of him for it but he always talks about how they need to Invest in a murse

Builds forts with you every Friday when he spends the night. Calls it fortnight. You don’t laugh. It’s never funny.

cough cough butterfly kisses cough cough

[starxscream]

I am newish to your blog, tell me about yours ocs!! Tell me their lore and trivia if you feel? Do they stab as a warning? Would they neglect their least fave AC villager and hit them with a net or think they all little beans who deserve love? Or they don't want anything to do with video games! Tell me about them to your heart's content, I would love to read!

oh god oh fuck i didn’t expect to get this far uh hi JJDHFJDNFJDJC

well. well! well!! i’ll start off with my MAIN OC bc I love him the most and that’s!! Diogo!!

art by @/puppetgenders (thank u ily bby)

i won’t get into TOO MUCH bc he’s the protag of an original story me and my boyfriend are writing, Set Aside the Crown! (technically…all of our ocs r in it rly but yknow sshhh) i need to save some for the story :3! (which u can read what we have out over at @cadenzacity haha shameless plug i’m so sorry)The robot version is his “canon” version and then we have human au for au purposes JFNSJFHDJ (he is not 9ft in human au. i promise.) he is a non op transman also! love that for him, king

BUT UUHH he was created as one of the last couple musical/idol robots that a shut in scientist/engineer had been making for over a few years! After a falling out Diogo left tho and now he’s kind of. vibin. if u can call it that JFNEJVNRJF he’s ‘nice’ outwardly only to keep up appearances but in reality he’s a cold-hearted ass bc he doesn’t like getting close to others and simply views himself as being “above” the rest. Very hard to genuinely get to know. He loves being around people tho bc he thrives on attention just, u won’t ever rly get to know him for him JFNEJFND he’s a smartass who knows how to get what he wants and isn’t afraid to step on people to get it<3 and that’s fame n power babey! There’s a lot to unpack with Diogo but. yknow, spoilers <3 but he’s rly quite lonely in actuality but. throttles him. you have to open up sir. sir please. basically he’s the definition of “he’s a bitch and i love him SO much”

(he does however really love unicorns! no reason for this he just does. and bc he was built to have cat like features he is capable of purring! and has a lot of unconscious habits. catboy. he’s the pretentious asshole that gets the stupidly long order at starbucks. he is not immune to headpats- but good luck reaching up there. if he actually likes you he can actually be somewhat generous, think like a more bitchy rarity LOL kind of an idiot when it comes to his own emotions despite being good at reading other ppl. collects rocks! fucking loves rocks and crystals! has a whole room that he uses to display them!)

as for ur questions, yes he does stab as a warning if he knows he can get away with it, he does neglect his least fav ac villager and will go out of his way to move their home into the far corner and box them in with jail bars so he doesn’t have to look at them, BUUUTTT he’s not rly a video game person so JFNEJFJDND unless someone got it for him he wouldn’t rly think to ever play it. i think he’d like pokemon tho no reason other than i do and i said so

I WAS GONNA TALK ABT MORE OCS BUT IM ALMOST DONE WITH MY SHIFT AT WORK SO AHEEM HEEM i’m sorry akoni. next time king

[kvgehiras]

can i request sleepover hcs with trickstar (separate)? i feel like they would be so much fun to be with... the new shuffle unit really woke up my inner trickstarP 🥺 (hope it's not too much to request all 😭)

HELLO !!! nd no it's ok !!!! it took me some time bcs i didnt . rlly know how to start out hokuto's part BUT IT'S DONE NOW !!!!!!! (also i hope u meant it in a setting where y/n nd the members r in a relationship (separately ofc) bcs that's how i wrote it so ye) hope yall like it ~

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

AKEHOSHI SUBARU

• he probably brought up the idea while u were accompanying him on a walk w daikichi

• u were talking abt how u brought these glow-in-the-dark stickers nd they remind u of him

• "it would b so nice if u could see it omg!!! but .... it's the best when u watch it right before u go to sleep.....nd ur probably busy :(("

• "????? LETS HAVE A SLEEPOVER THEN!!!!!!! W ALL THE SPARKLE SPARKLE STARS!!!! AAAAA IT WOULD LOOK SO PRETTY!!!!!!!!"

• nd ur just like :0 bcs u cant believe this dumbass . he has a live to perform in day after tomorrow but he's gonna have a sleepover........what

• "dw abt my live !!!!!!! ill tell hokke nd the others that i can't come today but i'll practice extra hard tomorrow !! they'll understand dw (*・∀-)☆"

• they didn't.....actually...but he cut the call on hokuto before they could get him to attend so uh-

• "anyways!!!!!!!! ^^^^^^"

• yall bring daikichi over too. it's not even a question daikichi is literally yalls child at this point but anyways

• he probably looks for board games for a good hour or two while u get some food for daikichi nd then get some food for subaru nd urself

• (he doesn't find it)

• u peek at the doorframe bcs for a while u keep feeling like someone has been watching u for a while now nd then boom . u see the other baby (read : subaru . main baby is daikichi, ofc!) pouting at u

• u laugh nd wipe ur hands on ur apron before ruffling his hair nd he goes

• "i can't find the board games :((((( y/n :(((((("

• surprise guessing game : whos the actual puppy? akehoshi subaru or his actual dog daikichi??????? it remains a mystery

• anyways u help him look for them nd after u hand him over the thing u get food for the both of u nd force him to eat atleast a bite bcs this bitch is too busy trying to win against u in snakes & ladders 😭😭😭

• "subaru.....pls....the food is getting cold....."

• "no i Know im gonna win!!! the sparkly stars r my good luck!!!! i know it!!!!!!"

• he.... doesn't win .....for the 5th time....

• so manz just gives up, noms all the sandwiches visible (aka his portion bcs u alrdy finished urs an hour ago JDJDKDN)

• nd then sleeps, still sulking

• yes it ends up in u guys cuddling under the glowy stars

• nd subaru thinks that mayb losing against u isn't that bad after all (´꒳`)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

HIDAKA HOKUTO

• unlike subaru, this was actually a planned one

• u both had homework to do, u especially had a test tomorrow nd subaru just ditched the rest of trickstar to go hang out w someone else instead of their practice so ┐(´∀｀)┌

• hokuto appears at ur doorstep around 6:30pm, as discussed earlier

• "right on time!!!!!! so true hokke (´∀`)ｂ"

• he chuckles a lil as he closes the door behind him nd takes off his shoes

• "(y/n) u keep sounding like that masked pervert whenever u say smthg like that pls"

• u laugh it off nd then get him to the living room, where u two get ur books out nd then start studying

• hokuto asks if uve studied any material before to which u quietly reply no nd hokuto just goes

• "oh, that's ok… i think it will be good practice for me too if i taught u all this, right? so let's start, hm?"

• HOKKEEEEEEE ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

• sasuga hokuto kyun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

• anyways !! u guys (finally) start studying now!

• except…..except ur alrdy falling asleep……

• hokuto doesn't even realise this till he looks over to his shoulder bcs wow it suddenly feels heavy! wonder why!

• nd then boom ur face is an inch away from his

• poor hokuto his face gets all red and his ears r burning nd when he realises that ur sleeping he just . freezes

• doesnt even move fucking muscle

• mentally too manz just checks out NDNDNDJDJKS

• BUT IN HIS DEFENCE WHEN HE CAME TO UR PLACE HE DIDNY EXPECT THIS!!!!!!! HE EXPECTED TO STUDY ND THEN GO HOME YK!!!!!!

• poor guy he can feel how hard his heart is beating nd hes praying that u dont hear it nd wake up

• thank goodness ur a heavy sleeper……..nothing, nd i mean not even if boulder is dropped on u, can wake u up

• sasuga…..y/n……?

• anyways !!!!!

• u wake up at like . 2 or 3 am nd u find hokuto just closing his eyes shut, cheeks still bright red nd. WHYS HE SO CLOSE-

• o u fell asleep on his shoulder lol-

• U FELL ASLEEP?????

• u jerk back up nd apologise a million times for falling asleep even tho hes so desperately trying to teach u nd hokuto just tries to hard to explain that it's ok !!!!!!! (bcs he actually kinda . liked it . aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA)

• after much thought u guys just decided to go to sleep bcs ur too tired anyways so it's not like u would retain this info anyways

• nd it was a good decision bcs after waking up in the morning nd going thru his notes instead u actually aced the test !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so true y/n !!!!!!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

YUUKI MAKOTO

• this one….. it's like . neither planned or accidental?????

• it just happened????? yk?????

• he called u suddenly in the evening bcs he went to this new game shop that opened near his place right

• nd hes just like !!!!!!! y/n!!!!!!! uve got to check this game out !!!!!!

• nd so u go to his place to play the game nd u see that he just has everything prepared so u get the snacks that u got for both of u on a plate nd get some juice from his fridge nd start playing the game

• nd the game is rlly good !!!!!

• from the graphics to the boss music, makoto rlly knows ur taste

• (he blushes nd thanks u all flustered too hehe)

• nd after switching consoles nd playing the game for over 3 hrs, yes it's a pretty huge game, u finally reach the boss battle!!!!

• nd this . this scares u

• uve seen ppl on the net say that this battle will absolutely End u . periodt

• u never rlly understood why but holy shit u now do

• uve been trying to win against this bitch for AN HOUR at this point . why cant he just die

• poor makoto is just cheering u on in the bg bcs u refuse to let him help

• "y/n….(;´Д`)...... it's ok bb…...i'll finish this up for u…. it's like 4am we have class tomorrow- wait no it's actually today-"

• "makoto No u always help me in games let me finally win smthg for u !!!!!!"

• nd u point at his forehead nd poke it several times as u make ur point

• "ill win for u !!!!! ok!!!!! this stupid boss can never be as strong as my love for u !!!!!! (*｀へ´*) 彡3"

• nd hes just . looking at u all worried but he . he trusts u . so he lets u do it urself

• yes u lost even more times nd cried a lil out of frustration

• so at one point, instead of directly helping u, he just starts giving u directions nd at this point ur too tired nd exhausted to say anything so u just follow him

• (u also have ur head on his lap nd hes combing thru ur hair nd looking down at u like :') lmao what a lovebird)

• but when u actually beat the boss, finally, nd the screen says "win!" in huge yellow letters ur eyes go O.O

• nd u jump out of his lap, while he's still spaced out, combing ur hair nd hug him v tightly

• nd hes like ????? huh ???? wh wh wh ?????????

• nd u explain that u finally won nd u guys just rejoice lol

• then immediately fall asleep. both of u

• (u guys were late to school next day . sigh)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ISARA MAO

• unlike the other three, this man was actually dragged to ur place

• why? u might ask

• WELL THIS DUMB RAT IS BURNT OUT !!!!!! HE DOES TOO MUCH WORK ND HE DOESNT REALISE IT !!!!!!!!!!

• so after u guys r done w school, nd when u check in w his fam too that hes gonna stay at ur place (nd also that he has almost no work today, ofc) u drag him to an arcade nd hes like ???

• "today is a rest day!!!!!! so no work at all!!!!!!"

• u said this while pouting a bit so mao mostly thought u were joking

• but even after going to the arcade, going to the shopping mall nd getting snacks, going to the fast food place u guys visit alot nd getting food from there, his brain doesnt catch on that ur indeed not joking

• until it's been 3 hours at ur place, ur having the dinner that u guys had bought from the fast food place while watching a random movie that was airing on some channel that his brain suddenly went

• 'i know they were saying that this is a rest day nd ur not allowed to work probably as a joke but bro…. i dont think it's a joke anymore'

• this is so sad f in the chat for mao lol

• but also he doesnt bring it up bcs ur forcing him to watch musicals w u (some of ur favs) nd he... actyally likes it?

• he hasn't felt so ….relaxed in a very long time now that he thinks abt it

• nd he has to thank u for it yk

• nd so after the musical marathon ends, as he thanks u, he kind of just goes on a rant yk

• abt how he's feeling

• he never expected for this to happen but u tell him it's ok yk

• nd while he shouldn't burden himself w so much work, ur always open to listen to his thoughts, opinions, random bs, anything !!!!!!

• for hours u guys just have a very deep talk abt how guys have been doing nd mao feels like hes so so glad that u did smthg like this for him

• yall also go to bed early bcs mao alrdy has a bad sleeping schedule (so let's not make it worse!!!!)

• nd in conclusion, it was a v good day! now yall do this whenever either of u r feeling down or get burnt out lol

[2996-sana]

Seeking Arrangement - Rosé

Part 1

The pitter patter of the rain served as background noise for Y/N and Lisa who was sat on their couch munching on some cucumbers, eyes glued to the Kdrama playing on the TV. Y/N let out a dramatic sigh as she watches Ko Moonyoung and Moon Gangtae lock lips for the first time. The sound was not lost on her best friend who shot her a grin.

“Are you going all soft again, Y/N?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the teasing tone in Lisa’s voice. This was not new as she was always on the receiving end of Lisa’s jokes about her being such a hopeless romantic. Though Lisa found this amusing about her best friend, she thinks there is strength in Y/N’s ability to believe in love after the shit her ex-girlfriend Suzy put her through. Could you really blame her? Being in love was without a doubt one of the best feelings in the world in Y/N’s book. For her, it was an overwhelming yet warm feeling that stretches throughout your whole body once it enters your life and leaves you feeling like you’re on top of the world (but its all fun and games until your partner cheats on you).

Despite this though, she was not in a hurry to find love. In fact, after the tragedy that was her last relationship, she just wanted to lie low and have fun for a while.

“Shut up. You’re lucky you’re in a stable relationship,” Y/N scoffs.

Lisa and her girlfriend Jennie have been together for 2 years now (3 years next month) and Y/N envied the love shared between the two.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. No one can resist you for too long,” Lisa tries to reassure her best friend, wrapping an arm around her.

Y/N grimaced, “Eh…I don’t really want anything serious at the moment. Especially after Suzy.”

Lisa pretends to gag at the sound of Y/N’s ex-girlfriend’s name, “I agree. Have fun and take it easy. You should like…I don’t know…find a sugar daddy or something.” They both chuckle at Lisa’s words, knowing she would never even think about it.

•

It was hours later on her bed while typing out a reply to some guy she matched on Tinder that she realizes how hard it was to find a worthy candidate to waste her time on. These boys lacked substance and were coming at her with the same pick-up lines. She wonders if they all got them at the same Fuckboy Convention. It didn’t help that she rarely matched with girls either.

She groans at the reply that came through.

Wyd tho? U tryna fuck?

“The audacity of these boys,” she mutters under her breath, closing the app.

As she stares at her ceiling zoning out, she remembers Lisa’s words from hours ago. A sugar daddy. She laughs at her best friend’s ridiculous idea. She could never.

Unless? No. It’s stupid. She doesn’t wanna give out any sugar AT ALL.

But she was bored out of her mind. For the past 3 months, she has been cooped up in her bed wallowing in self-pity while listening to the very suspicious sounds coming out of Lisa’s room. There were also only so many pep-talks she could give herself until she grew tired of her own words. It was this that fueled her to sit up and turn on her laptop. After all, she considered boredom as an invitation for her to find something that would raise her serotonin levels. And what is the value of life without a little fun? She owed herself the first few months of her breakup to relax and take care of herself after all the mental damage, but now she needed a little play. She needed both the loud and quiet joys of life, peace with a little bit of wild mixed in. It was needed to feed her soul.

She also couldn’t lie that she craved some sort of human connection and validation. Yeah, she definitely was not proud of that last one.

Y/N stared at the keyboard, not believing what she was able to type into Google.

How to find a sugar daddy?

What she found out during her deep dive in the wondrous world of sugar daddies and babies was the number one site to find one was called Seeking Arrangement.  

So that is where she found herself, blinking at the statement written in bold.

100% Free to Join!

To hell with it, she thinks as she begins to fill out the application.

30 minutes later, she nods in approval as she scanned through the photos she chose. She would totally hit herself up if she was a sad middle-aged man desperate for companionship. As she hits submit, she was met with pictures of men – and surprisingly women, although there were considerably more men – complete with their basic information.

Looking for a woman to spoil.

Looking for love.

Looking for a loving companion.

Looking for a good time.

It was nothing she didn’t expect to find at a sugar baby site but it was the net worth of the men and women displayed on her screen that caught her eye. She was almost tempted to message one of them but couldn’t find it in herself to do so. She rolls her eyes at the thought.

She spent hours researching and signing up for a sugar baby website and she still finds herself being stubborn about making the first move.

Glancing at the clock, she realized that it was almost 4AM. She decides that she was going to wait for someone to message her first instead. Besides it gives off the vibe that she’s hard to get and that’s always a little bit sexy, right?

•

"Y/N! Wake up! I made banana pancakes.”

Slowly opening her eyes and stretching, her foot meets a hard surface. The cold metallic feeling on her foot was enough to remind her of her antics 7 hours ago. She hides her face on her hands, sighing. Why did she think that was a good idea?

Once she was out of her room, she was met with the sweet smell of banana pancakes and nutella. She dragged herself to where the smell was most present and found herself in the kitchen where both Lisa and Jennie sat on the counter. Jennie threw a gummy smile her way while her best friend simply nodded at her presence, busy stuffing herself with her girlfriend’s banana pancakes.

“Vas happenin’, love birds?” she greets them with a faux British accent.

“What kind of dollar store Zayn Malik am I hearing right now?” came Lisa’s reply to which Y/N’s response was to smear Nutella all over her best friend’s face.

“Yah, Y/N!” Lisa whines as she hits Y/N on the shoulder.

Y/N gasps as she prepares to retaliate.

“Children! Stop it.” Jennie scolds the two. She was used to the duo’s playful fighting but she also knew it could go on for hours if she doesn’t put a stop to it.

Both were quick to stop but stuck their tongues out at each other.

Y/N grabbed her plate to return to her room. She glanced at the couple making sure they were preoccupied enough not to notice what she was up to.

You have 11 unopened messages!

A loose grin formed on her face at the notification. Not bad. She hurriedly opened her inbox to find the different men who deemed her worthy to reach out to.

It was all pretty tame, it being the typical greeting. She sighed, already bored. It wasn’t until she reached the bottom of her inbox where a small gasp came out of her. She sat up and read the sender’s name.

Rosé Park. A woman.

She excitedly clicked on the woman’s profile.

It only took the woman’s profile picture for Y/N to realize that this Rosé Park was the type of woman she fantasized about. For starters, she was a brunette and the woman was a blonde. She was a sucker for blondes. Who could resist a good brunette and blonde wlw duo?

Santana and Brittany. Rose and Rosie. Clarke and Lexa. Piper and Alex. Need she say more?

Basically, Rosé Park was a dreamboat. Something radiated from her pictures that Y/N knew rendered her irresistible to both men and women. She could outshine any of these men on the site any day. It also only took her profile picture to realize that the woman was a big deal. Her outfit looked straight out of the pages of a fashion magazine. Why would gorgeous and rich 25-year old Rosé Park want to talk to a normal and boring 23-year old like her?

Y/N composed herself, fighting back a smile, before returning to her and Rosé’s chat.

Hi, gorgeous. I passed by your profile and knew I had to talk to you. Looking forward to your response x

Y/N’s blush seared through her cheeks and for a minute she thought her face was on fire. She suddenly felt awkward, demure, and coy; even going as far as attempting to hide her rosy features behind her slim fingers even if no one else was around to see her. She blames it on the fact that an insanely beautiful woman complimented her. So naturally, it took her at least 5 minutes of over-analyzing every possible response for her to actually send one.

Hi there :) You’re one to talk. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

To her surprise, three little dots indicating Rosé was typing appeared beside the woman’s picture.

Haha, cute.

Hmm what brings you to this site, Y/N?

The woman’s question made her pause. She doesn’t even know the answer to that. Was she supposed to make some shit up?

Um I was bored.

She facepalms herself as she hit send. Really? Your brain cogs couldn't turn fast enough to come up with a more interesting response, Y/N?

Y/N thought she blew it as 45 minutes has passed and no response from the blonde bombshell came. She internally cursed herself for her boring response to the woman. Rosé probably thought she was an airhead.

•

It was 10PM after binge watching another Kdrama with Jennie and Lisa that she remembered being left on delivered by Rosé. Her mood quickly sours as she realizes she ruined her chance at getting to know the beautiful woman. Thinking to distract herself with the depressing fact, she goes to check if any of the men messaged her back. Sure, a man could never fill the void of a woman but she really needed to talk to another human being besides Lisa and Jennie.

Y/N was apparently in for a surprise because what awaited her was a message from the woman.

Well, I hope to provide some sort of entertainment for you ;)

I’m not one to beat around the bush Y/N. I think you’re stunning and a good lay in bed. That’s a really good source of entertainment for the both of us, no?

Jesus Christ. She was not expecting that.

Y/N knew what being a sugar baby entailed but she was still brought to a shock at how blunt Rosé was being and so early on into the conversation. The thought of being with Rosé like that, being able to feel her skin against hers, the godly sounds that it would elicit…

Her private thoughts made herself blush. It seems like if there was anything Rosé was good at it was making Y/N blush. But her unholy thoughts about the woman didn’t create a cute soft pink tint on her cheek like a healthy outdoors glow, it was beet red. Y/N figured that Rosé was probably highly practiced at the art of seduction. Rosé’s looks although a masterpiece sculpted by all the deities that exist… well, nothing so pretty could possibly harm you, right? But it was that combined with Rosé’s choice of words that had anyone she chose to even focus her attention on jumping through hoops to please her. So, she swallowed her pride and forced herself to play it cool, putting on a mask that she thought would appease the woman she really wanted to impress.

I like the way you think, Rosé. I like to think I make great company in bed too ;) Give me a time and place and I’ll be there.

•

That message was what lead Y/N to the 21st floor of Seoul Forest Trimage Towers, one of Seoul’s most luxurious and exclusive apartment complex, standing outside of Rosé’s penthouse two days later.

All the reasons not to go through with it and just leave came flooding in. Y/N can feel the soft panic growing inside her body as she wills herself to breathe in and out, not quite ready to ring the doorbell just yet. But before she could finish her fourth exhale, the door was opened to reveal the woman who has not left her mind ever since signing up for that damned site.

“I grew tired of watching you hyperventilate so I thought I’d do you a favor and open the door for you.”

Y/N almost choked on air as she looks at Rosé for the first time. The pictures on her profile did not do her justice at all. The woman could have graced every billboard or magazine in the city and she wouldn’t even question it.

Y/N did not say anything - did not know what to say. She was conscious of the smirking woman standing before her, dressed in a white dress that stopped just above her knees.

“Do you wanna come in, Y/N?” Rosé’s voice was dripping with amusement, eyebrows raised. Shyness wasn’t usually Y/N’s gig so what the hell was going on?

“Yeah, sure.”

Once she entered the threshold that Rosé called home, she immediately noticed how fancy and expensive everything was. She was immediately drawn to the large window overlooking the whole city. The glass was so clear that it looked like a high definition screen at the movie theatre.

Rosé quickly picked up on her fascination, grabbing hold of Y/N’s hand and leading her to the glass window. “Cool, huh? I picked this unit because of the view. The city below is so far away it's like another world. This penthouse is my cocoon and the window, well, the window shows me as much detail as I want to know.”

Y/N could only stare at their joined hands and then to the woman beside her, intoxicated by her words. “It’s beautiful, Rosé. I’d kill to wake up to this every way. You have great taste.”

“Yeah I do have great taste huh?” Rosé looked her up and down, biting her lip before chuckling. (Y/N swears she saw the gates of heaven open at the sound)  

•

A few hours later after a candle lit dinner prepared by Rosé herself and a bottle of wine, Y/N finds herself straddled in the living room couch being kissed roughly on the neck as pure pleasure runs through her entire body.

“Fuck,” she pants as she feels Rosé grind on her. Unable to control herself anymore, Y/N holds Rosé’s head in her hands and pulls her into a fiery and passionate kiss.

“Someone couldn’t wait,” Rosé smiled against their lips.

With a laugh, Y/N pushed Rosé down on the couch, switching their positions, not breaking the kiss. Y/N’s hands slowly work their way around her body, tugging on Rosé’s dress.

“Off.”

Rosé sat up slightly, allowing Y/N to pull down the zipper of her dress, feeling skilled fingers unhook her bra. Rosé tears it off herself before reattaching their lips. Immediately, Y/N’s hands found itself on Rosé’s breasts as she tugged on her nipples.

Rosé gasps against her lips causing Y/N to pull away, making her way down and sucking on the skin surrounding Rosé’s breasts before soothing it out with her tongue.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I’m not complaining,” Rosé giggles but whimpers midway as she feels Y/N’s tongue latch onto her nipple.

“Probably the wine.”

Y/N couldn’t help but think that their bodies fit together as if they were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm.

Y/N’s hands drop to Rosé’s thighs, caressing her from above her panties. Rosé moans at the feeling of the soft silk rubbing against her as Y/N’s mouth still busied herself with her nipple.

“Oh my god.”

Rosé grips her hand tightly onto Y/N’s hair as she feels the wetness between her legs. “Take your clothes off. I wanna see you.”

Y/N stops devouring her nipple to pull her shirt off. Rosé drops her hands to the zipper of Y/N’s jeans pulling it down and slipping her own hand in.

“Good to know I’m not the only one dripping wet,” she teases.

Before she could begin her sweet torture on Y/N, she feels hands finally moving inside her panties and her mind went blank.

Fingers toyed with her nub making Rosé bite down on Y/N’s shoulder. Thumb continuing to rub Rosé’s nub, Y/N slipped two fingers in. Rosé moaned so loud that Y/N swears it was enough to get her off.

Pumping her fingers around Rosé, Y/N felt a smirk making its way on her face. She couldn’t believe she was on top of the godly woman seeing her face all scrunched up in ecstasy. She feels Rosé pulling her in for another heated kiss as she picks up her pace inside the woman. With every moan and whimper coming out of Rosé’s mouth, Y/N feels her own wetness.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Y/N mutters under her breath.

She could feel Rosé getting close as the woman’s grinding on her fingers became sloppier and her breaths became more uneven. Burying her face on Y/N’s shoulder, Rosé tries to stifle her moans as she finally comes undone.

Y/N slowly leaves feathery kisses up and down Rosé’s neck as she waits for her to come down from her high.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” she hears Rosé trying to catch her breath. “I honestly wasn’t expecting you to take charge tonight.”

“Maybe I’m just full of surprises,” Y/N grinned, pressing a kiss on Rosé’s temple.

Rosé slowly sat up as Y/N leaves her place on top of her. “I guess you are.”

They both sat in silence as they picked up their clothes scattered on the floor before putting them back on. Rosé was the first one to break the ice as she reaches for her purse on the wooden table. It was at that moment Y/N remembered why she was even there in the first place. Disappointment stabbed through her like a knife. Somehow during the duration of the night, she made herself forget that she was there because of an agreement made online. As if she was there spending the night with a new lover, both milking the feeling of a love that just arrived. The night started out like a sweet melody of a blackbird -- full of promise, freshness, and newness to come. Now it sat like a cold cup of coffee waiting to be drained away. All of a sudden, she felt dirty and used and all she had to blame was herself. Rosé’s words from a few hours ago during dinner echoed through her head.

I signed up because I have no time for relationships. I’m just too busy for that. It saves me the hassle of meeting new people and having to get to know them, y’know?

And truthfully, no, Y/N didn’t know. She remembers Lisa telling her she loves like a puppy - devoted, playful, and trusting. So, no, Y/N didn’t know. She just didn’t roll the way Rosé rolled.

“Here you go,” Rosé reached out with a wad of cash in her hand. “Go treat yourself. You deserve it.”

It was the way Rosé said it, so confident and smug, that Y/N knew that she was not Rosé’s first rodeo. The woman sounded like she does it so often that she just didn’t care anymore.

“How many girls receive this same amount of cash?” Y/N laughs quietly and she hopes it didn’t sound as bitter as she felt.

“A couple a week,” Rosé grins so nonchalantly it makes Y/N stomach churn. “Why?”

“Nothing,” Y/N awkwardly shifts in her place on the couch. “Um, you really don’t need to. I’m not looking for cash.”

Rosé actually looked shocked at the girl’s statement. “I’m a little bit lost here.”

“I signed up because I was bored and curious not because I’m low on money,” she laughs keeping an unamused tone. “I really didn’t expect to reach this far ahead. So, you can keep your money Rosé.”

Y/N got up and started walking towards the door. She was halfway there when she felt Rosé grab her wrist.

“Why do you sound angry? Don’t act as if you didn’t know why I invited you here, Y/N.” Rosé looked at her confused. “We met through Seeking Arrangements for god’s sake. I thought we had a good time.”

Rosé did have a good time. Aside from the mind-blowing sex, she was impressed by Y/N’s ability to be present during a conversation, always having her own two cents to offer, which lead to a lot of fun and meaningful discourse all throughout dinner. She had never met a woman through that website as enchanting and beautiful as Y/N. Y/N was a smart woman who was good at sex and Rosé liked that. A lot. So why is she being difficult?

Rosé saw different emotions flash through Y/N’s face before settling on a look of defeat. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I did have a good time.”

Y/N stepped closer to Rosé. “I loved being here with you and money was never on my mind tonight. Maybe that’s why I reacted that way. I’m sorry. I joined Seeking Arrangements for fun because honestly…I was lonely and bored and looking for some sort of human connection and that’s what you gave me tonight. I just got lucky that you reached out. That was all I needed I promise.”

She offers Rosé a genuine smile before turning to leave once more. “Have a good rest of your night, Rosé.”

Y/N hears footsteps behind her as Rosé opens the door for her, a smile planted on her face. “You’re something else, Y/N.”

Before the door closes, Rosé speaks once more. “It’s Rosie now by the way.”

The last thing she saw was the woman throwing her a wink before the door finally closed.

[ahtsumu]

hi! ✨ CONGRATS ✨ on hitting a milestone! altho, i’ve recently only followed, i really enjoy the stories u’ve written and look forward to more! I want to participate in ur event hehe um, tho i’m not sure if asking thru this is “inbox me” 😅 but: she/her, it will rain by bruno mars and my boo, bokuto koutarou!

[it will rain]

Bokuto Koutarou has always thought of himself as the protagonist of a movie–– maybe the extraordinary “chosen one” in an action-packed blockbuster or the underdog in a sports drama. Either way, he’s always planned for his life to play out like a movie where he saves the day and gets the girl and he’s made sure that everyone knows that.

But as he stands outside your house in the pouring rain, throwing rocks at your window and begging for you to let him in, he looks more like the sad male lead of some knock-off Nicholas Sparks film.

“Baby,” he shouts, pushing his wet silver hair out of his eyes. “C’mon, I’m sorry! Can we just talk?”

He really hadn’t meant to go so far–– he’d been told a few times before that he was self-centred and quite emotionally unstable, but you’d seemed to be able to deal with that. Until today.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you, I’m sorry!” you hear him call out from inside your bedroom. The sound of his strained voice, mixed with the thunder storm outside and the rain banging against your window, tugs at your heartstrings. No, you think, shaking your head. He hurt you.

In all honesty, the fight had been completely Bokuto’s fault. During today’s match he was shut down five spikes in a row, messed up two receives, and then lost the Jackals a point after touching the net. To say that it’s been a rough day for the wing spiker is an understatement. And when you'd called in the middle of his breakdown in the locker room asking if date night was still on, something in him snapped.

“Kou,” you’d said, “are you sure you’re good for our date tonight? It’s––”

“What do you mean ‘good for our date’?” he’d snapped back. “I mess up a couple times today and now my own girlfriend doesn’t want to see me. Great!”

“Babe––”

“Can you just leave me alone?” And he'd hung up. And then he’d regretted that. And then he'd seen that you’d texted, “I’m sorry.” with the period, punctuation, and capital letters. And then he’d realised that he’d messed up.

Which is why he’s here now.

“Please,” he shouts. “I know I messed up and I’m a little messed up and I hurt you, but I didn’t mean what I said. Just open the door, please–– or even the window. If I lose you, baby, I don’t know what I’d do.”

It’s not the most moving apology, but it’s Bokuto’s. And the fact that he’s even apologising…

He’s grown. He’s not the same guy your parents had begged you to break up with, nor the same guy who used to demand the world revolve around him. He’s learned to make space for other people. Especially you.

With a sigh, you walk down the stairs and open the front door. “Kou,” you shout into the rain. Seconds later, he runs over, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispers. “I know I’m not as great of a person or boyfriend I could be, but I'm trying. I’m gonna try, and try, and try, and try. Just please don’t walk away from me.”

what’s on the menu for c0wisland’s feast?