#sorry if this sounds awkward hhh

[meliskindachildishlol]

Heyy, uh, posts will be a bit slower than usual. At least for now.

I'm really embarrassed to admit this, but I am not doing well. Emotionally, I mean. I'm not the type that likes to bring up this kind of themes in my blog but I feel like I should explain at least a little instead of just disappearing (which is what I did in 2022-). Plus, art-block has been getting to me hhh (╥﹏╥)

I'm not rlly gonna take a break because I am still gonna be around every now and then (and I pretty much depend on the internet to distract myself (•᷄- •᷅ ;)), but I may post less these few days.

I don't know if I explained myself correctly, but yeah. I'll be okay. Hopefully I can get to post more for you guys again soon. (ᵕ —ᴗ—)

[kitishsnzes]

Hello! Nice to see a new sickfic blog! Can I request a sick and sneezy Nathaniel and Jacob taking care of him??? Thank you 😊

Short but sweet

Nathaniel p.o.v

It had been a stressful few days. Work had been busy for me, Jacob had been stressed with his own work and was therefore quite irritable. This has led to us having quite the argument. We had literally never argued before, especially not like this. After the fight I had gone for a walk to clear my mind, but it had unfortunately started raining and I was not suffering the consequences. Because now, on top of Jacob being mad at me I was also very quickly coming down with a cold.

Jacob and I sat at dinner, a somewhat awkward silence between the two of us. I knew I was in the early stages of my illness. Stuffy nose, scratchy, tickly throat, a small headache and a near constant need to sneeze. Not even halfway through our meal my nose had gotten too itchy to hear. I took a napkin from the center of the table and cupped my nose into it, "hhtshu! EhhtSHhhu!" My husband barely even looked at me, but still mumbled a soft "bless you" I softly thanked him. Then we continued to eat in an awkward silence. This only lasted a few more minutes before my nose began tickling again. I pressed my fist under my nose, hoping to keep the tickle at bay. This seemed to work, but apparently my sniffling was getting on Jacob's already short nerves. "Nate! Just sneeze for fucks sake!" I was shocked by his sudden outburst. I took another napkin, my breath hitching, "hhTshu! Hh- ehh- tsSHhu! HhtCSHu!" The sneezes were harsh and caused me to cough after, and I was even concerned at how rough my lungs sounded from the coughing. I blew my nose into the napkin. "Bless you" Jacob sounded a bit concerned. His usual loving, sweet, kindness showing through. He leaned across the table and his soft fingers brushed over my forehead. "Nate, I think you've got a fever" it was in my better judgment that I didn't correct his grammar. "Maybe?" I said, trying to avoid the obvious. "Nate honey are you sick?" His voice was void of all previous annoyance. "Maybe?"

"I knew you shouldn't have been walking outside in the rain. I was worried this would happen." He stood up. "I'll be right back love"

"Ok-ah- hhh- hhTSshu! HktSsshu!- snf okay"

"Bless you darling" his voice sounded apologetic, as if he was trying to make up for our fight. "How long have you felt sick for?" He asked as he rummaged around in the cupboard in the kitchen. "Started feeling sick this morning"

"Why didn't you tell me"

"I felt bad bothering you, I knew you were stressed and we weren't really on super friendly terms" he came back from the kitchen, a bottle in his hand, he was shaking his head, "Nate, I don't care about a silly fight."

"But we never fight"

"Everyone fights. Couples fight. It's part of being in a relationship. Doesn't mean I don't love you or wouldn't want to take care of you" he leaned in to kiss me, but I turned away, "I don't want you to catch this" he smiled tenderly at me, he set his fingers on my jaw, "nonsense. You're worth it" he kissed me, I knew I was blushing. Even after being married for nearly 10 years I still found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

He pulled away from the kiss and handed me the bottle in his hand, "you can take this right?" He knew I had allergies to certain medications, but could never keep them all straight. I nodded, I took a few of the cold/flu tablets out and swallowed them with a swig of water. "I'm sorry for making you mad" I apologized, he shrugged, "I should have been more patient."

"I love you"

"Love you more"

"Not possible" I said jokingly, before turning away as my nose tickled again, "hhtshu! Ehh- hhh- hhTSshu tsShu!"

"Bless you" Jacob said rubbing my shoulder. "You should get some rest before you get more sick"

"Probably a good idea" I smiled to myself, after years of Jacob protesting when I told him to sleep when sick, he pulled the uno reverse card on me. "Ugh I sound like you" he said, he wrinkled his nose cutely. I couldn't help but laugh at him. "Because I'm so smart" he rolled his eyes, "yeah, smart ass!" I laughed at him before kissing him softly. "alright I'll behave I'm so sorry my love"

He triumphantly smiled and kissed my nose, "bed!" I stood up, "yessir"

He followed me to our room and climbed into bed next to me, "you know that you're gonna get sick."

"For you, It's worth it."

I fell asleep with a lovesick smile on my face.

[quackquackcey]

Ch. 17: Hedgehogs, Honey, & Hazelnut-Covered Strawberries

Written for @hdcandyheartsfest day 17 prompt: happy tears. 683 words. Many thanks to my beta @wqtson​! 💛

Start from beginning on AO3 here, or click the #fic: HHHS tag.

Summary:

A chance meeting—or is it a setup?—leads to the start of a relationship filled with buttery baked goods, sweet smelling flowers, and hedgehogs.~ 🌹🦔

“So, you said you had something important to tell me?”

Potter stood stiffly in Draco’s sitting room, clearly reluctant to sit down, with puffy, red-rimmed eyes partially hidden behind his round glasses and a wan smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Draco was so nervous he couldn’t breathe. “Um, right. You— You left before dessert last night,” he said as he tried to build up his courage. “Is everything alright?”

“I didn’t feel great,” lied Potter. “Maybe I ate something weird. Not your food,” he clarified, “but I did eat some yoghurt that could’ve been bad.”

Draco knew for a fact that Potter never ate yoghurt outside of the yoghurt sauce that came with their Indian takeaway.

“Um….” Draco felt like the inside of his mouth was the Sahara desert. He licked his lips, the words he wanted to say rolling around his mind like tumbleweed. “So, um, I— Do you want some lemonade?”

“…Sure,” said Potter, but before Draco even entered the kitchen, he said, “I know already. About the card.”

Draco turned around—he was on the verge of tears from sheer nerves even though he’d said absolutely none of what he wanted to say, but now, the distance between him and Potter had never felt greater.

Not even when Potter had hated his guts during Hogwarts.

“It’s fine,” said Potter, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. He seemed to misunderstand Draco’s deer-in-headlights expression. “You didn’t need to pretend you never got it, you know. I didn’t— I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just….” He sighed and shook his head, then turned to leave. “I’m sorry, Malfoy. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

“Ah, wait!” The tears finally overflowed and spilled down Draco’s cheeks, and he didn’t even know why—he wondered since when he’d become such a crybaby. “I— I didn’t mean to—”

Potter looked shocked. “Hey, don’t cry, don’t cry,” he tried to console Draco. “Shh, hey, it’s fine, Malfoy, it’s my fault for owling you that card and bouquet out of the blue. I’m just sorry I made you awkward all this time—”

Draco grabbed the Valentine’s card from the sofa table’s drawer and shoved it in Potter’s hands. “I didn’t know,” he cried, his vision so blurry with tears he couldn’t even make out Potter’s expression. “I— I looked for a name, but—”

Potter opened the card.

“Oh my god.” The card dropped to the floor as Potter groaned and pulled Draco in for a tight hug. “I can’t believe— I was so nervous I must’ve forgotten to sign it. Merlin, I’m such a complete dunce. This is actually all my fault; god, I’m doubly sorry now, Malfoy.” He rubbed Draco’s back a while longer, then paused. “Wait, then what was the important thing you wanted to tell me?”

Draco didn’t move his face from where he’d buried it against Potter’s shoulder—he didn’t want Potter to see his face in such a teary mess. Instead, he pulled his wand out of his pocket, waved it in the general direction of Potter without looking, then buried his face even tighter against Potter’s now probably soaked shoulder.

Potter didn’t say anything for a long moment.

When he did, his voice sounded strangled.

“Malfoy, look at me.”

Draco did not budge an inch.

“Malfoy,” repeated Potter. “Draco.”

A tingle shivered down Draco’s spine, and Potter smiled—Draco knew he did because Potter smiled against his hair before pressing kisses to his head, then nipped his ear.

Draco yelped. “What’re you—”

The words died in his throat seeing Harry’s wet eyes and all-too-tender smile, and then Draco couldn’t help but tear up again, too.

Harry laughed. “Are you going to cry every time you see my face now?”

“Shuddup,” muttered Draco. “They’re happy tears.”

“They’d better be,” teased Harry as he gently tucked the red carnation Draco had Conjured for him behind Draco’s ear along with his long, silky strands.

‘I love you,’ the red carnation meant.

Harry kissed Draco, and it was wet and salty and perfect.

And then he whispered against Draco’s lips.

“I love you, too.”

[bi-aragorn]

Blow My Mind

Hello! Here is the first of my bingo fics for @thewitcherbog (prepare for a rather large influx of fics hehe)

For this one and the following two smut prompts, I was paired with @jaskierswolf and @comfyswitcherblanketfort

This is for the prompt ‘gloryhole’​

Here on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Glory Hole, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Jaskier is a virgin, Dandelion Has ADHD 

Jaskilion horniness below

There was something oddly calming about the anonymity of sucking someone off at the gloyhole hidden in the back of The Passiflora. Dandelion didn't have to worry about being chased out by jealous spouses, for one, and he could let all thoughts filter out of his head and get lost in the act. He was always left feeling much calmer and clear headed than when he had gone in, and it gave him plenty of inspiration to think about once he was in the comfort of his own bed.

He knew he was good with his mouth, but the stuttered praise and broken moans of the people beyond the wall boosted his ego immeasurably. Not that he necessarily needed it but, well. He wasn't one to pass up such an opportunity.

He had just gotten comfortably settled on his knees, trousers unlaced in preparation, when he heard the door across from him open and footsteps approaching the wall. He grinned, and licked his lips, excited already to be filled. Maybe this one would even want to fuck his throat…

His daydreaming was interrupted by an awkward cough through the wall.

"Do… do I just-" a voice began, uncertainly. "I mean, would it be rude if I-" he paused, and Dandelion could sense the other man's uncertainty.

"Have you ever done this before, darling?" He asked, flirtation lacing through his voice. Stuttered breaths and nervous laughter travelled through the wall to him.

“N-no, I haven’t,” 

Dandelion smirked, and leant up against the wall, making himself comfortable. “Have you ever been with anyone before? You sound shy,” he teased, enjoying the muffled gasp he got in response.

A whispered reply came back. “No,” 

Dandelion chuckled. “I didn’t think so, somehow. Here, I’ll make it simple for you, sweetheart- you make yourself comfortable, and get your cock over here to me, and I will teach you a few tricks,” 

There was a moment’s silence, and then a loud exhale of breath as the young man unlaced his trousers and pushed them down his legs. 

“Do I take them off?” he mumbled, and Dandelion could imagine how much he must be blushing. 

“Whatever makes you most comfortable,” he replied, and moved back to his knees in front of the wall. There was very little chance of getting his face fucked by this boy he suspected, but there was certainly room for a little fun and plenty of the distraction he had been craving.

A second or two later, a half-hard dick poked tentatively through the wall, and the boy cleared his throat awkwardly. 

“Lovely,” Dandelion said, taking it into his hand, and giggling at the way the boy squirmed at his touch. “What should I call you?” he asked, thinking that he couldn’t keep referring to his companion mentally as ‘the boy’ all night. 

“Hhh,” came the reply, and Dandelion cooed at him through the wall.

“Sweet thing, I’m sorry, it must be so hard to focus,” he let go of the boy’s cock, and waited.

“Jaskier,” the voice sounded high, and tight, desperate already.

“Well, Jaskier, why don’t you lean against the wall? That’s it, good boy,” he murmured encouragingly as Jaskier poked the full length of his cock through the wall. 

It was fairly slim, but long, and Dandelion’s mouth was already watering at the thought of getting it in him. 

First, he licked across the head. As expected, Jaskier cried out, hips jerking wildly and Dandelion pulled back to watch him buck and twist. When he moved back, panting, his cock was twitching and Dandelion let out a low groan of his own. 

“So much for patience,” he muttered to himself, and wrapped his lips around Jaskier’s swelling cock and took as much of it in one go as he could. He pulled back after a second, and bobbed his head down again, and again, repeating until he had Jaskier’s cock bumping the back of his throat and the boy was babbling incoherently above him. 

“Hh, fuck, fuck, ahhh, I- I’m-” Jaskier whined, and Dandelion pulled off, causing the moaning to become even louder. “No, please, I’m so close-” he continued, but Dandelion cut him off. He intended to tease Jaskier just a little, just to prolong the boy’s delightful moaning if nothing else.

Dandelion lapped at the salty liquid seeping out of the tip of Jaskier’s cock, pink tongue flicking across the sensitive head. Jaskier’s answering moan sent shudders through him, pushing his cock further into Dandelion’s mouth. He moaned around it, sucking hard at the tip of Jaskier’s cock. He could tell the boy was close, and it seemed rude to deny him much longer when Dandelion could feel his own cock throbbing between his legs. He pulled back again. 

“Come in my mouth, there’s a good boy,” he said, his voice low and sultry, before ducking his head down again and moving his head up and down Jaskier’s length, wet and sloppy, all pretense of finesse lost in the desperate race to bring Jaskier over the edge. The noises he was making flooded the air around Dandelion’s head, going straight to his cock as Jaskier’s desperate cries and gasps took over his senses.

“Ah, ah, I, gonna,” Jaskier yelped, almost entirely incomprehensible through the haze of his lust. With a long high pitched whine, he spilled into Dandelion’s mouth, hips rutting forward and finally fucking into Dandelion’s mouth just like he’d wanted.

[chaoticminhos]

coughing up the butterflies that died in my stomach when you broke my heart

--”It was draining, he thought, pretending to love you.”

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: mafia au, angst, fluff, smut

warnings: death, guns, chan’s kind of an asshole

word count: 9.7k

a/n: this is the longest shit i’ve written to date n i’m kinda super really proud of it, also sorry for the total fall out boy move i pulled with the title hhh i just like it a lots

you let out a content sigh as your boyfriend trailed his lips along your neck, biting down lightly and sucking on a sweet spot he knew by heart by now. he pulled away and admired his work before capturing your lips with his, pressing your hips down against his growing bulge and making an attempt to deepen the kiss. you pulled away from him with a giggle.

“hyunjin, i really have to go. i promised my dad i’d be up early to help him with some work stuff tomorrow.”

he pouted, “what do you even have to do? why can’t he do it himself?”

you laughed at your boyfriends clingy behavior, “i’m supposed to talk to some girls he’s considering hiring. says i’m less threatening than a tall, scary-looking old man.”

“what’s he hiring for?”

you sighed, he always did this. whenever the topic of your fathers business came up, he could never let it go.

“hyunjin.”

“what?” he tossed a hand in the air, keeping the other delicately on your waist, “is it so bad that i’m curious what my girlfriend does for a living?”

you sighed as he continued.

“i mean, we’ve been together for months and i still know basically nothing about your family business,” he let out a small laugh, “i’m starting to think it’s something illegal.”

you scoffed, smiling down at your boyfriend.

“baby, it’s not illegal, it’s just... private.”

“sounds pretty sketchy to me.”

you brought your lips to his again, smiling against them as you lifted yourself off of his lap with a giggle. he reached out to you with a pout on his face as you distanced yourself from him.

“baby, no, stay a little longer.”

you laughed, tossing your phone into your bag with the rest of your things and putting on your shoes.

“i would if i could, jinnie.”

the pout remained on his lips until you made your way back to him and gave him a last kiss before leaving for the night.

“i love you.”

“love you too.” he smiled up at you from his position on the couch. 

the smile left his features the second the door shut behind you, sinking deeper into his couch with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, and pulling out his phone to dial his bosses number to give his daily update.

it was draining, he thought, pretending to love you.

the phone rang a couple times before it was picked up, his bosses voice on the other end.

“anything new?”

“no, chan.” he ran a hand across his face, “same as the last five months. she still won’t tell me anything.” he sat up, “and she’s never going to. can’t we just accept that this mission failed and find another way to compromise the park mafia?”

“she’ll crack or slip up eventually, hyunjin. she loves you.”

hyunjin let out an exaggerated sigh before ending the call, “who doesn’t?”

he gathered his own things and stepped outside of the apartment, locking the door behind him. although his gang owned the place and he could stay there if he wanted to, he much rather preferred the mansion with the 8 other boys. they’d only bought this small apartment for the sake of his current mission, you’d obviously know something was up if he took you to a huge mansion. 

no, to you, he lived in a small, mediocre apartment that had a creaky floor and annoying neighbors. to you, he worked as a teachers assistant for the college the both of you were attending and that’s how he got his money. 

it was partially true, he did attend the same university as you. you were a freshman and he was in his sophomore year. he didn’t work as a teachers assistant, though. chan provided all the money he needed to keep afloat so he had no reason to work a regular job. to be fair, dating you was kind of like his job. 

he was majoring in business, just like you were. that’s how he made himself present in your life, sharing so many classes with you.

a few weeks into the first semester of your freshman year you ran into someone while on your way to class, bumping right into the chest of one of the most attractive people you’ve ever seen. you later learned his name to be hwang hyunjin.

“oh, i’m sorry!” you squeaked before looking up to see who you’d accidentally crashed into. 

“it’s okay, that was totally my fault.” he reached his hand out to you with a big smile, “i’m hyunjin.”

you hesitantly took his hand, face flushing as your skin came into contact with his, “y/n.”

“where are you headed, y/n?”

“i have a business lecture soon.” 

“really? so do i! let’s walk together.”

you awkwardly agreed. there wasn’t any way for you to get out of it, not that you really wanted to. despite your shy behavior at first, he kept a good conversation going as he walked you to class. you told him that you were majoring in business to help out with your family business and he told you that the only thing that stressed him out more than classes was his dog.

he offered a small wave when you two split as you entered the classroom.

you sat in your usual spot and glanced to see where he was seated. how had you never noticed him before? sure, the class was huge and there were a bunch of people but you were sure you would have noticed someone like him before. now that you had noticed him, though, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.

you recognized some of the boys he sat with. jeongin was a freshman just like you, so you had met him during the freshman introductory meetings and all the ‘student bonding’ activities the school made freshman go to. you knew jisung as well, he was in your biology class. you’d even been paired with him for a project at the way start of the year. he was a good partner, even though he complained the whole time about being one of the only sophomores in a class full of freshman. it was okay though, because he stated that you were an okay freshman.

as you continued to scan his friends for anyone you knew, you noticed him looking in your direction as well. his eyes caught yours and you turned your head quickly, face flushing red as you turned to the front. 

you spent the whole class thing of and sneaking glances at the pretty boy you’d bumped into earlier that day.

hyunjin had asked for your phone number that day after class was over, stating with a red face that he was going to ask you before but he got too scared. from then on, the two of you texted constantly and it wasn’t long before he asked you on a date. you obviously said yes. 

you quickly learned that he was so much more than a just pretty face. he told you more about his dog and how much he loved animals, his eyes lighting up whenever you asked how kkami was doing. he talked so fast when he was speaking of something he really cared about, tripping over his words and apologizing every other sentence for it. he’d gotten over that by now, he stopped apologizing when you told him you thought it was cute. 

he told you about his friends and even introduced you to them. the first time you met them was at his small apartment and you were amazed that you and all 9 of the boys could fit in there. jisung recognized you from class and even remembered your name, which surprised you. you didn’t think of yourself as very memorable. he said someone as pretty as you was very memorable. hyunjin said jisung wasn’t allowed to talk anymore if all he was going to do was flirt with you and you laughed because as much as you enjoyed his friends already, no one could take you away from him.

about a month into the relationship, you had become close with all of the boys. you spent most of your time with hyunjin, but you no longer felt awkward with the other boys around and you weren’t embarrassed by their teasing about you and hyunjin anymore. you learned that most of them were also focusing on business. the only ones who weren’t were jeongin and seungmin, who were in computer programming,

you thought it was odd at first that so many of them were in business. your father always told you to be careful around groups of friends that all majored in business, but many of them had family businesses to take over or help with, just like you. you figured their family ran different sorts of businesses than yours did, but a business is a business no matter how big or legal.

despite your dad not trusting your business major boyfriend or his friends, you came to trust them all very quickly. especially hyunjin.

even after just a month and a half of dating, you knew you loved him. you called him the night you realized it and told him. you figured there was no point in waiting, you had these feelings and you weren’t sorry for it. you could practically hear his smile through the phone as he told you he loved you too. 

when you told your dad you loved him, he told you to break up with him. 

“i don’t trust them,” he said, “they’re probably a gang.”

“they’re not a gang, dad. not every kid majoring in business is doing it to help their father run an illegal business like i am.”

illegal. 

sometimes the word illegal made your stomach feel weird. sure, you knew your dads business wasn’t clean, but it wasn’t anything terrible either. it’s not like you assisted with sex trafficking girls or blowing up buildings with bombs. your dad assured you that nothing you assisted with was ever to hurt anyone or cause anyone danger. you just laundered money. and it wasn’t like you were the ones selling the drugs, you just cleaned the money made from others selling the drugs. it’s different. and you believed him. after all, your dad was a good man. he’d gotten involved with some sketchy men and now your family was roped into illegal activities, but he wouldn’t hurt anyone and he was just doing what was best for your family and following orders from his boss. he owned his company, but he still worked for someone else. so even if there was anything strongly against your morals, it wouldn’t be like you had a choice. 

he explained it to you as a partnership of sorts. they got the money, you weren’t 100% sure how, but selling drugs or theft of various kinds was most likely, and all your family did was clean up the money. 

but even then, you knew what you did was very, very illegal. just because you were following orders doesn’t mean you couldn’t get charged. you had to keep everything you did quiet and you couldn’t talk to anyone but your own family about it. your dad made it clear what could happen if anything about it got out. lots and lots of legal action, or, if you somehow managed to evade the police, being killed by his superiors for messing up.

so to everyone other than your mom and dad, you were just a rich family who liked to invest in places and own buildings. it made a lot of money and it gave you means to launder the money through. you would figure out ways to slip the dirty money into transactions and make it legitimate and able to use.

it was hard keeping it from hyunjin, you didn’t like lying to him. okay well, technically you didn’t have to lie too much, but you had to keep a lot of the truth away from him. sometimes you wished you could talk to him about things, this type of work gets pretty stressful and there’s some stuff you don’t really want to talk to your parents about. plus, whenever you voiced your anxiety revolving around the business and being involved in it you got the same lecture about it being nothing to worry about so long as you keep your mouth shut about it all and don’t mess up.

you couldn’t talk about it much, but hyunjin asked about your work a lot. you knew it was just because it’s kind of weird when your significant other doesn’t really talk about their job. he understood that it was private though. you told him you handled a lot of the financials for things and that stuff was best kept to just employees. again, it wasn’t really a lie! you did handle a lot of money and financials. maybe you should have taken more than the base level economics classes in high school. 

you thought nothing of his curiosity, you’d be curious if he didn’t talk much about his job, either. he made a lot of jokes about you being a secret spy and things like that which made you laugh. he made jokes about you being involved with illegal things, too, but you knew he was joking. he didn’t know, there would be no way for him to know, so you always blew it off and joked back.

but he did know. him and the rest of the boys, they knew as much as there was to know about your family business. they knew who your father was and they knew what type of business he ran. in fact, they knew more about the type of industry your father ran than you did yourself. you were under the impression that the family business consisted of cleaning dirty money, but that was just the start of what your father ran.

he was the head of one of the most dangerous korean mafias, the largest one known for sex trafficking in the country. stray kids focused their attention on bringing down people like your father. sure, they had to pull some legal strings of their own to accomplish their goals, but it was for the benefit of others in the long run. plus, they didn’t hurt innocents. not any more than they had to, at least. 

you, however, were not innocent. most of the boys, hyunjin included, had given up on the idea of you knowing much about your fathers business. they thought you genuinely didn’t know anything bad was happening, but chan was convinced it was an act. no one could be as involved in a business as you were and not know specifics about it. no, you knew what your father ran, he was sure of it.

hyunjin turned the doorknob to the mansion and stepped inside, locking it behind him. he was probably the last home, and if he wasn’t, everyone had a key. 

he carried his things to his room before heading back down the stairs and into the living room where all 8 of his friends were sitting and chatting.

he plopped himself down in an empty spot beside felix on the couch, immediately addressing chan.

“it’s a waste of my time, dude. she doesn’t know anything.”

hyunjin watched as chans jaw clenched. he did not want to be having this argument again.

“she does, hyunjin.”

“i don’t think she does, hyung. and even if she did, it’s obvious we aren’t getting anything out of her.” jisung spoke up.

“she’ll slip up, jisung.”

it was hyunjins turn to speak again, “it’s been over five months and she hasn’t shown any sign of knowing anything about what her father does. i think she really thinks it’s just a normal business.”

“if she thought it was a normal business why would she be so secretive about it?” chan challenged.

hyunjin shrugged, “lots of completely legal things need to be kept secret.”

“you just want to be able to break up with her so you can whore around campus again.” felix teased, causing hyunjin to send a glare in his direction.

“she thinks she’s my girlfriend felix, i have no problem getting my dick wet.”

“even with your dick in her you can’t get any more information out of her in nearly six months than jisung did during a two week bio project.” 

“why are you complaining, jinnie? i’d be all over her if i didn’t know who her father was.” minho chimed in, also earning a glare from hyunjin.

“shut the fuck up.”

“you’re acting like a jealous boyfriend.”

chan cleared his throat to interrupt the bickering, turning to address hyunjin again.

“give it until the six month mark. if she still hadn’t cracked or slipped by then, we’ll find another way.”

hyunjin scoffed, “what, send another one of us on a useless goose chase to try to get information out of her she doesn’t even have?”

“hyunjin, i get that you’re frustrated and six months is a long time to pretend you love someone, but-“ 

he didn’t quite catch the rest of what his leader said, his mind pausing for a moment at those words.

“pretend to love someone.”

he wasn’t given time to analyze why those words made something inside of him churn before chan was snapping his fingers in front of his face to gain his attention back.

“are you good, jinnie?”

“yeah,” he sighed, brushing off his brief moment of discomfort, “just exhausted.”

“it’s hard work, man. you’re a good actor. she really thinks you’re head over heels for her.”

a laugh fell from his lips, “where’s my fucking emmy?”

three weeks.

 just three more weeks and then he could end things with you. three more weeks until he could stop going to that shitty apartment every day after his classes and instead just head straight home to the mansion. god, it’s been forever since he was able to go home before sundown. he always had to stay at the apartment until late at night on the chance that you’d want to see him or come over.

three weeks he reminded himself as he got up to address the knocking at the apartment door. he greeted you with a smile and wide arms.

“hey, baby.”

you snuggled into his chest, “i missed you.”

“you literally saw me last night, you crybaby.”

you pouted up at him, “it’s been almost 24 hours! that’s way too long!”

he laughed before placing a kiss to your nose, lightly holding your arm and leading you to his living room. 

“i already picked a movie, but you can choose a different one if you want.”

you glanced at the screen and pretended to think for a moment, he knew you could never say no to this movie, it was one of your favorite.

“i guess this one will do.”

he chuckled as he made himself one with the couch, opening his arms to welcome you into them while the movie started. he pulled a blanket up over the two of you and secured his arms around you, making sure you were comfortable before focusing his attention on the movie.

about halfway through the film, your witty comments and replies to your boyfriend stopped and were replaced with tiny snores. feeling tired himself, he shut the movie off and reached for his phone to let chan know he would be staying at the apartment tonight. he couldn’t leave you here alone, a real boyfriend wouldn’t do that. he carefully shifted your bodies so you were both laying down and you started to stir, a small groan of annoyance passing your lips.

“shh, baby, go back to sleep.”

you complied, immediately falling back into slumber. as he secured his arms around you once again and you buried your face in his chest in your sleep, he couldn’t help but to smile. 

you looked so cute when you were asleep. how did you manage it? you weren’t even doing anything, but you made a funny feeling pool in his stomach. without much thought, hyunjin placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“goodnight, baby.”

two weeks.

 well, technically it was a week and 6 days. that’s how much longer he had to keep the ruse up. but that countdown was far from his mind.

he was in your apartment this time, and the second you opened the door for him, he had it slammed shut with your back pressed against it. you let out a surprised noise as his lips crashed to yours, but you made no effort to stop it. it was messy, full of teeth, but you couldn’t get enough of it.

you were finally able to speak when he pulled away and started trailing kisses down your neck.

“hyunjin, what’s gotten into you?”

“just,” he spoke between kisses, “had a long day.”

he had multiple tests and he was sure he bombed most, if not all, of them. he was angry and frustrated and he needed to calm down. the first thing that came to his mind whenever he needed to destress was the same as always— you.

you let him pick you up and you wrapped your legs around his body as he carried you to your bedroom, lips never leaving your own. he’d been here so many times that he knew where he was going without having to look.

he laid you with your back to the mattress and wasted no time ridding the both of you of clothes. 

he brought his lips to your nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before taking it into his mouth and sucking. you moaned at the feeling, he knew just what you liked and he delivered every single time he took you to bed.

you whined when he removed himself from your breast, the cold air hitting your wet nipple. he traced sloppy, wet kisses down your stomach and across your thighs, stopping before he could reach where you wanted him most.

you would have whined, but you were cut off by his finger suddenly entering you and his lips attaching to your core. he pumped his finger in and out of you slowly before adding another, and then another until you were moaning out that you were close. he pulled away, earning an annoyed huff from your mouth. you’d expected it though, he loved to tease you.

it wasn’t long before he was bottoming out and pounding into you so hard that you almost felt sorry for your neighbors for having to hear the bed squeak like it was.

“baby,” you panted out, “i’m close.”

he took that as his sign to bring his thumb to your core, paying attention to your sensitive bundle of nerves. he could tell by the way that you clenched around him and moaned his name that you were coming undone. 

he snapped his eyes to your face, eyes screwed shut and bottom lip pulled between your teeth. god, you looked absolutely gorgeous like this. the sight of you in such deep pleasure threw him over the edge, giving a few last thrusts before pulling out of you and stroking himself through his orgasm as he spilled onto your stomach. he rode out his high before leaning down and placing a soft kiss to your lips. he took up, admiring the way you looked, all fucked out with his seed covering your stomach. there it was, that feeling in his stomach again, almost like lightning bugs were coming alive inside of his tummy.

he grabbed a washcloth and cleaned himself off before wiping you clean as well and then helping you to the bathroom. he pulled on a pair of boxers and went to get you a glass of something to drink and a snack. 

you were already back on the bed when he returned and he frowned.

“baby, i could have helped you back.”

you laughed, “it’s okay, my legs aren’t too sore.”

he raised an eyebrow teasingly, “oh, is that so? do i need to work harder next time?”

you laughed again, taking a hold of his arm and pulling him down to lay beside you. he kissed you lightly, reaching to the floor to hand you the t-shirt he had been wearing before for you to put on. you slipped it over your shoulders, loving that it smelled like him.

he smiled, you always looked so cute and small in his clothes.

he made sure you drank some water and ate a little before allowing you to bury your face in his chest and fall asleep. he sent a message to chan yet again that he wouldn’t be coming home that night. in fact, he’d barely slept at the mansion in the past week, spending most of his nights either here or at his ‘apartment’ with you. 

one week.

one more week was supposed to be how much time left hyunjin had with you, but that all came crashing and burning as you stared blankly at his lit up phone screen. he stepped out of his bathroom with a towel around his waist and was met with your confused and hurt eyes.

“hyunjin.” you started, “what the fuck is this?”

you frowned, coming closer to see what you were talking about. there, on the screen of his phone, was a text message from chan.

“she’s not going to break within the next week. bring her to the mansion, i have a plan.”

his eyes widened and he snatched the phone from your hands, quickly dialing chans number and holding the phone to his ear as he used his other arm to try to secure you from running out. he quickly gave up, putting the phone on speaker and tossing it aside and using his full strength to pin you down.

“hello?” chans voice rang from the phone. no response.

“hyunjin, what’s going on?”

raising his voice above your cries, hyunjin spoke.

“chan,  get to the apartment now! she knows.”

it didn’t take long for chan and the rest of the boys to arrive, the mansion wasn’t that far away and it’s not like they were obeying any speeding laws.

it was surprisingly easy for hyunjin to keep you contained while they were on their way. after a few minutes, you stopped struggling against him. there was a look in your eyes that made him feel like throwing up and he almost wished you would keep fighting against him so he wouldn’t have to see it. 

you didn’t struggle as they lead you to a car and shoved you in the backseat, either. you knew you were no match for 9 guys. plus, what were they going to do, torture you? nothing could hurt you more than the aching in the pit of your stomach at that moment. hyunjin didn’t love you. 

they didn’t bother to cover your eyes on the car ride or to shield you from seeing their home. great. that meant it didn’t matter what you saw. they were probably going to kill you. you choked down a sob as the idea of hyunjin holding a gun to your head. 

they brought you into a room with a cement floor and cement walls and you scoffed lightly, they must do this often, you thought, to have a whole room for it. there was even a big, deep brown stain covering a part of the floor, showing that they’d brought people to and disposed of people in that very room before.

you didn’t fight as they brought your hands to a set of chained cuffs that were connected to the wall. there was about four feel of chain, giving you a small area to move around. you tugged lightly as they secured the cuffs around your wrists, there was no getting out of them. not that it mattered.

even if you did manage to escape that room somehow, it was no use. you didn’t know the layout of the building. sure, you knew that they’d brought you down a flight of stairs and you’d made a right turn somewhere or another, but you hadn’t been paying attention.

you only moved to acknowledge them when they all crowded into the small room, watching you like they expected something from you. you felt tears roll down your face as you observed the people you called your friends and the boy you were in love with mutter amongst themselves about what to say first.

“what am i doing here?”

chan was the one to respond and you caught on pretty quick that he was the leader of whatever they had.

“you tell me, y/n.”

you leaned your back against the hard wall and slid down until you were in a sitting position, pulling your knees to your chest.

“is this about my dad?” you began and chan raised his eyebrows as if to say i told you so to the others, “did we cut you short? i’m sorry, we had a rough month last month and-“

changbin cut you off, “cut us short?”

you nodded, “not clean enough? i swear we’ll make it back, pay you double what we missed-“

“what are you talking about?”

you frowned, “isn’t that what this is about? we- we launder for you, right?”

chan crouched down so he was eye level with you, “we don’t give a shit about money laundering, y/n. we’re concerned with the human trafficking and selling young girls and boys like they’re cattle.”

your eyes went wide, “we don’t-“

hyunjin scoffed, “y/n, why do you really think your dad puts out ads for young interns so often? where do they all go?”

you looked at him. his tone was so, so cold, but you swore you saw something akin to pain in his dark eyes.

“he has you screen all those girls for jobs, but do you ever see them at work?”

you shook your head.

“but you already knew that they weren’t getting jobs, didn’t you?” chan questioned.

you processed their words and the more you thought of it the more it made sense. why else would he have you interview so many people when you couldn’t think of anywhere they would be put to work? no, there had to be an explanation. your dad would never do that. your mom would never okay it.

your eyes locked with chans and something inside of you broke, he really thought you were involved with human trafficking. he thought you were capable of conning people your age into trusting you and then giving them to creepy old men to buy and use like toys. his eyes showed no sign of doubting himself on it.

you broke down, burying your face in your hands and curling up into yourself, trying to disappear. how could he think that of you? is this what they all thought? what hyunjin thought?

chan scoffed and stood as he was about to say something else, but jisung interrupted in a hesitant and soft tone.

“hyung, i really don’t think she knew.”

chan looked at him before looking back at your distressed state, desperately trying to catch your breath and stop the tears. you didn’t want to look so pathetic in front of them.

“we can talk more later. she’s no use right now.”

he turned to leave the room and everyone followed him out, save hyunjin. he lingered, waiting until everyone else was out before pulling the door shut and crouching down next to you.

he reached a hand to smooth down your hair but you recoiled from his touch. he seemed shocked at your reaction but regained composure so quickly you weren’t even sure if what you saw was surprise.

was he really still going to act like he cared? the tears staining your cheeks weren’t given a chance to dry as more fell over them.

despite your attempt to hide how badly you were breaking, your voice shook with every word you said.

“why, hyunjin?”

he stood and shrugged, his caring personality from moments before long gone. you guessed you had imagined it after all. 

“it’s just work.”

“you-“ your voice broke, “you never loved me! you let me think you loved me.”

he just stared at you. you couldn’t tell what was worse, when he pretended to care or moments like that where it was obvious he never did.

“you let me fall in love with you, hyunjin!” you were yelling by now, “i trusted you! i let you take my virginity and i-“ you choked down a sob, “i loved you so much.” you raised your eyes to meet his, “it meant nothing to you? you didn’t feel anything? all the times you said you loved me and all the times you made love to me, you felt nothing?”

if there was any flicker of guilt or pain he felt at your words, he did a hell of a job hiding it.

“nope.” he shrugged, speaking with a dry tone, “having something to put my dick in was just a perk of the job.”

you didn’t say anything else, you just watched him leave in silence, letting yourself sink completely to the floor as the door shut behind him.

you couldn’t see it, but in the hallway just outside the door, hyunjin pressed the back of his head against the wall as he brought his hands to his face, desperately trying to shake the aching feeling from his heart.

to say you were surprised when they actually brought you breakfast the next morning would be an understatement. you expected cruel, harsh punishments until you confessed to things you didn’t even know. 

instead, you got a neat plate containing pancakes, eggs, and some bacon, all delivered by the youngest of the group, the only one that was a freshman with you.

you hesitantly accepted, chuckling softly at the plastic cutlery. 

“thanks, jeongin.”

he fidgeted nervously, “no problem, noona. hyunjin said you liked this kind of stuff for breakfast so-“

he stopped speaking mid sentence  when your eyes snapped up from the plate to him at the mention of your boyfriends name. 

was he even your boyfriend anymore? ex boyfriend?

“did he make these?” you gestured to the pancakes. jeongin nodded, and suddenly the food didn’t seem as appealing as it had when he first brought it. 

you managed to choke down most of the meal, but not even a whole bottle of maple syrup could cover up the bitter taste the food left in your mouth. you thought back to all the other times he’d made you breakfast like this. 

the morning after you let him take your virginity came to your mind. he’d woken you up with a gentle kiss and gave you breakfast in bed. he ate with you and told you how much he loved you, that he never wanted to lose you. the memory used to be one of your favorites, now it just made you want to throw up the pancakes you’d forced down your throat earlier.

jeongin stayed with you until you told him you were done eating and you were surprisingly sad to see him leave, shutting the door behind him when he left and leaving you alone in the cold room again.

jeongin brought you all of your meals. he brought you lunch and dinner that day. he sat with you the whole time you ate those, too. he always seemed like he wanted to say something to you but was hesitant to. he seemed to genuinely feel bad for doing this to you. 

jeongin was the only person you’d seen all day until a few hours after dinner, you couldn’t tell the time, the nine of them squished into your cell again, just like the day before. you were mentally preparing yourself for another emotional draining.

you flinched when felix took a step towards you, reaching his hands to yours. he assured you he didn’t want to hurt you, saying that jeongin mentioned he’d noticed you needed patching up. he examined your wrists, all bruised and cut up from struggling against the cuffs. it’s funny, you hadn’t even realized your injuries. hell, you hadn’t realized you were struggling enough to cause yourself injury. 

he pushed the cuffs away from the major cuts and bruises before taking an alcohol wipe to them. you hissed when it came in contact with your cuts, wincing at the way the cloth turned red so quickly.

he wrapped small bandages around both of your wrists, both to keep the old cuts from opening and to prevent new ones.

felix offered a small smile as he finished up and joined the rest of the boys on the other side of the room. 

the gentle moment was short lived.

“anything new to tell us since yesterday, y/n?”

your eyes fell on the source of the voice, none other than chan. you let out a sad laugh.

“it seems like you’re the ones enlightening me.”

he lurched forward, grabbing the chain of the cuffs and pulling you close to him so your faces were only inches apart. you winced at the harsh movement against your wrists.

“you think this is funny?”

you didn’t respond, so he tugged the chain again, earning another small cry from you. this was not the chan you knew and it terrified you.

“hyung-“ jeongin began, only to be cut off by a glare from chan.

“no.”

another small tug, what a fucking sadist.

“no, i swear, i don’t know anything. okay? i swear.”

he stared into your eyes for longer than you were comfortable with before releasing his grip on the cuffs, letting your hands drop.

without saying anything more, he left the room. the others went to follow him out, but were stopped by your small voice.

“jeongin?”

he turned, making his way to you. you lifted up your wrists, showing the bandages completely bled through. chan tugging on them must have irritated them. hyunjin lingered at the door and watched the way you let jeongin move your hand around to look at it so comfortably, so different from how you’d cowered away from him the day before.

it frustrated him, seeing you trusting jeongin like that. it should be him, right? you don’t even know jeongin that well, but you’d know him for months. he couldn’t blame you, though. why would you still trust him after everything he’d put you through?

he was snapped out of his thoughts as jeongin met him at the door and stated he needed to go to the medical wing to get bandages to replace the bloodied ones you had on. hyunjin contemplated staying with you while jeongin went to grab the supplies, but one quick look at you could tell you were begging him not to.

he was angry at chan. there was no reason to treat you like that. he didn’t care that it was you because he didn’t have any feelings for you, but no one deserved that treatment when it’s unsure and improbable that they’re guilty.

he didn’t have any feelings for you. it was just him getting used to not having to act like he did. he didn’t actually care for you. 

he didn’t, right?

jeongin brought you breakfast again the next morning, immediately going to check your bandages. he smiled when he saw that they hadn’t been too soiled, meaning you didn’t bleed too much since last night. 

you stared at the food and it was like he could guess what you were thinking.

he nudged you with a small smile, “i made breakfast this morning.”

you chuckled before taking a bite of what he’d made.

“chan hyung says he believes you, by the way.”

you cocked your head in confusion.

“he thinks you’re innocent.”

you scoffed, “that’s good, because i am.”

“he’s really not that mean, you know.”

you huffed again, raising your wrists and showing the bandages and cuffs.

“he’s a sadistic prick who kills people for no reason.” you gestured to the blood stain on the floor.

“oh, you mean that? no, chan shot him because he ran a huge animal fighting ring.”

your eyes widened. okay, maybe the man deserved some respect.

jeongin had had just left to take your plate to the kitchen when hyunjin, changbin, and chan entered your little cell. 

you noticed hyunjin eyeing the bandages but chose not to vocalize it.

“we believe you.”

you remained seated on the cold floor.

“but we can’t just let you go, you’re a threat now. you know who we are and you know we’re after your father.”

“so, what? you’re going to keep me locked up in here forever?”

“i was thinking of giving you your own room and bed actually, but if you’d prefer this...”

he glanced around the room and the corners of your mouth turned up at chans attempt to joke with you. this was the chan you knew. not the one who toyed with your injuries the day before.

“look, y/n, i know he’s your father, but it’s clear you don’t want anything to do with what he’s really running. if you want, you’re welcome to stay here.”

“and if i don’t want to?”

he smiled again, “well, it’s not really a choice, i was just trying to be polite.”

this even got a smile back from you, which irked hyunjin even more. you could look chan in the eyes and smile for him when he’d practically tortured you less than 24 hours earlier but you couldn’t even meet his eyes?

“so?”

chans phone chirped and he slipped it out of his pocket.

“okay.”

he nodded to show he’d heard your response, “i have to go. seungmin says the front cameras detected motion.”

he handed the key to hyunjin before hurrying out the door. hyunjin made a move towards you, but stopped when he saw the glare on your face. he turned, handing the key to changbin. he clenched his jaw shut as changbin moved closer to you and you didn’t do much as tense up at his proximity. we’re you really that angry at him?

before changbin could unlock your cuffs, his phone went off with the same sound chans had.

“shit, more motion detectors went off.”

he passed the key to hyunjin and, seeing that he was your last option, you allowed him to get close enough to you to slip the key into the handcuffs, finally freeing you of them.

you rubbed your wrists, wincing at the contact. he looked at your wrists and your tear stained face.

there was nothing he wanted to do more in that moment than kiss it all better.

suddenly, two men you’d never seen before stormed into the room, guns raised. hyunjin seemed to recognize them, stepping in front of you.

“woah, woah, woah! chan cleared her, she’s good to go.”

was he protecting you? no, he was just standing up for you because chan had decided to keep you alive.

“that was then. he changed his mind.”

hyunjin adjusted the way he was standing to a more protective stance, covering your entire body with his own. maybe he did care.

“what? why?”

one of the men gestured to you with his gun before lowering it, “her little rescue squad showed up.”

hyunjin turned back to you as if to ask “is that true?”

you shook your head, you didn’t know anything about a rescue. how did your dad even know you were here?

“move, hwang. chans orders.”

you felt your stomach drop as he slowly moved out from in front of you. your eyes went wide and locked with his. he looked just as scared as you felt.

you turned back to the two men as they raised their guns again. you shut your eyes, praying that despite what they’d done to you, all nine of the boys got out of this alright. and despite how much you loved your parents, you hoped that they got taken down.

you took in a deep breath, waiting for the gunshot.

you felt your heart stop as two shots rang out.

you slowly opened your eyes, you didn’t feel a bullet wound. you were met with the two men laying on the ground with bullet holes in their heads. you turned to see hyunjin putting his gun back into his waistband before reaching out for your hand.

you pulled away, maybe he had just saved you from assassination, but you were not going anywhere with him. you had to find jeongin, he would keep you safe.

you weren’t able to act on your decision, though. he grabbed your arm, right above where the bandage stopped so he wouldn’t hurt you, and pulled you out of the room. you cringed as you stepped over the two bodies, careful not to step into the puddle of blood.

he lead you down a hallway that you vaguely remembered walking through when they first brought you here. you follow him up a staircase and he mumbled to you that he was taking you to his car so he could get you out of there. just before you were able to reach the garage, you was cut off by a few men you didn’t recognize. you looked at hyunjin, assuming they worked with him, but he shook his head. before you registered that they must work for your dad, two men had pulled hyunjin away from you and were holding him still. another one of the men pressed a button on the device in his ear.

“sir, we found her.”

you couldn’t run, they would kill hyunjin. you had no choice but to wait for who you assumed was your father to show up.

when he did, he immediately pulled you into a big hug. you pushed him away, disgusted. he didn’t seem to notice your disdain, grabbing your wrist and lifting it up with concern in his eyes.

“i told you they were no good, honey.”

you pulled yourself from his grip, ignoring the sting in your wrist for doing so.

“don’t fucking touch me.”

he reached out to you, but you swatted him away.

“my angel, what lies did they tell you to make you act this way?”

you swallowed hard before speaking, “they said you run a large human trafficking ring. that you use the people you say i’m interviewing for jobs and sell them to people like they’re just a toy to play with. people my age, dad.” your voice shrunk, “how long until you run out of people to pawn off and decide to sell me?”

he let out a small laugh, “sweetheart, i would never let you get in the hands of men like that! look, i even saved you from these pathetic excuses for men.”

hyunjin jerked around in the men’s arms and you locked eyes with him for a moment. you turned back to your father and forced a smile onto your lips.

“you’re right, daddy. you saved me. i should have listened to you when you told me to break up with him so long ago.”

he smiled back, “it’s okay cupcake, we all make mistakes.” you tried not to cringe as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“here,” he pulled a gun from his waistband, the one he swore he only carried to protect you and your mother, “you deserve the honors.”

you took the gun from his hands, forcing a smile to stay on your face as you familiarized yourself with the way it felt to hold. you’d shot a gun before, but never outside of a shooting range.

“you remember how, dear?” your father asked.

you nodded, lifting it up in both of your hands and pointing it at hyunjin. his eyes were frantic, like he knew you were planning something, but there was still an ounce of doubt, a small part of him that thought you would pull the trigger.

you clicked the safety off and fired a shot at the floor without hesitating. the noise rang through your ears, it was sure to be heard around the entire mansion, right? the boys would hear it and come running to help.

your dad lunged to take the gun from you but you raised it again, pointing it at him. everyone was shocked and hyunjin took that as an opportunity to free himself from his captors, moving so he was shoulder to shoulder with you and pulling out his own gun. you ignored the volt of electricity that shot through you at finally being close to him again.

your fathers men raised their own weapons and your dad made no attempt to have them lower their arms.

he let out a dry laugh, “i thought i raised you better than this.”

before you could spit back a reply, hyunjin did it for you.

“what, better than not operating a sex ring?”

“better than spending her time with some lowlife-“

shots rang through the building and you felt hyunjin tackle you, trapping you between his body and the floor and shielding you from the gunfire. after what felt like hours, the noise stopped and you heard minho speak.

“jesus fucking christ, is that all of them then?”

hyunjin slowly picking himself up off of you, checking to make sure the coast was clear before letting you back out into the open. the first thing you laid eyes on was the body of your father, fallen to the ground with a hold in his chest and his white button up stained red.

“no!” you screamed, and hyunjin pulled you into his chest, shielding you from looking at your fathers corpse any longer. you wept into his chest. you barely heard him yell for someone to move the body as you felt your heart snap even more, which you didn’t think was possible. 

you only looked back up when you heard chans voice, and he sounded mad.

“hyunjin, why the fuck is she still alive?”

you jumped at his words and hyunjin held you tighter.

“why would she need to be dead, hyung?” he yelled back.

he didn’t respond to hyunjin, instead directing his words at you.

“how the fuck did they know you were here?”

“i-i really don’t know chan, i’m sorry, he always talked about thinking you guys were a gang and i guess he assumed it was you who took me and-“

you cut yourself off with a sob, muttering ‘i’m sorry’ over and over again, hoping to god he would see that you didn’t mean for any of this to happen.

changbin approached him, wrapping and arm around his shoulder and suggesting they go for a walk. chan agreed, leaving with changbin.

jeongin kneeled down beside where you and hyunjin were still bundled together.

“he’ll calm down, noona, he knows you didn’t do anything, he’s just upset. felix got shot.”

you sat up straight, “what? is he okay?”

jeongin nodded, waving a hand dismissively, “he’s fine, it was just a graze, but hyung’s always been super protective over felix.”

you nodded, relaxing into hyunjins arms again. you had been so wrapped up in your own thoughts you hadn’t realized that the rest of the boys had moved all of the bodies already. your chest stung when you remembered your father was among them.

 your father. he was dead, but what about your mom? was she okay?

you patted your pockets for your phone, but they’d taken it from you when they took you from hyunjins apartment.

“hey, woah, baby, what’s wrong?”

“can i use your phone?”

he agreed, pulling it from his pocket and handing it to you. you dialed your mothers phone number.

as the phone rang, you ran possible scenarios through your head. did she know what your father was really doing, or was she in the dark, just like you? 

the phone went to voicemail. you left a message saying it was you and that you were okay and to call back when she got it.

you couldn’t stop thinking about why it just kept ringing. why didn’t she answer?

you handed hyunjin back his phone and allowed him to help you stand. you weren’t injured, but you were shaking from the stress of what had just happened and your legs nearly buckled underneath you.

he caught you, picking you up in his arms. you didn’t have the effort to object like you normally would whenever he picked you up.

he told the boys he was going to take you to get cleaned up and they okayed it, saying they would handle clean up and for him to focus on making sure you were okay.

you felt bad when he laid you on his bed, it was so nice and neat and you were gross from being locked up for days. he insisted that it was fine as he dug through his wardrobe for the smallest pair of sweatpants he owned before lifting you back in his arms and carrying you to his bathroom.

you were in awe as he sat you on the edge of the tub, who needed a bathroom this fancy? he laughed at your amazement, tugging the hem of your shirt.

“let’s get these off and you can see how nice the tub is, yeah?”

you nodded, allowing him to slip your short over your shoulders. you removed the rest of your clothing yourself while he got the bath ready for you. 

“is this temperature okay, baby?”

you reached a hand into the water and nodded.

“perfect.”

he helped you into the water and you chuckled as he poured some bubble bath solution in.

“you take bubble baths?” you teased.

he scoffed, “are you crazy? of course i take bubble baths.”

he helped you scrub the dirt off of yourself and you couldn’t help but feel bad that he was helping. he was still fully clothed, the fabric getting drenched the more he interacted with you in the water.

when you commented on it, he smirked, “what, you saying you want my clothes off?”

you laughed and hit his arm, causing bubbles to stick to his shirt sleeve.

his eyes widened and his smile grew, “oh, it’s on!”

he leaned forward to tickle you but he missed, falling into the bath beside you.

you threw your head back and laughed as he pushed his hair back and wiped the bubbles from his face.

“ew! i fell into the gross y/n water!”

you went to hit him but he caught your arm, careful not to grab the hurt part of your wrist.

“i’m just kidding” he spoke softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

he helped you wash up a bit more before draining the tub and taking you to the shower to wash off. although you bathed, that meant you sat in that dirt and grime for the whole time.

he stepped in with you, it’s not like he had anything to lose with his clothing already drenched. you smiled as he poured some of his shampoo into his hands and worked it through your hair, it smelled just like him.

when you were finished, he gave you the pair of sweats he’d picked out earlier and one of his sweatshirts, the one you always asked him to wear so you could steal it. he made sure you were comfy and had something to drink before showering off himself, finally slipping out of the uncomfortably wet garments and stepping into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt of his own. 

he walked back to his bed smiled at the sight of you in it, fast asleep. he couldn’t blame you, you’d had a rough couple of days.

his attention was moved from you to his phone when it started buzzing on the table next to his bed. he frowned, not recognizing the number of the caller. regardless, he answered and put the phone to his ear.

“hello?”

“y/n? oh my god, who are you, where’s y/n?”

it must be your mother. he shook you awake, feeling guilty that he had to wake you when you obviously needed the rest.

“baby, it’s your mom.”

you took the phone from him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“mom? are you okay?”

a sigh of relief fell from her lips, “i’m fine baby, the police just showed up at my door and told me all of the things your father was involved with. god, i’m so sorry baby, i had no clue. i thought it was just... anyway, they offered me witness protection if i testify against the company, i won’t be charged with anything. i just-“ she cut herself off with a sniffle.

“i know, mom, me too. “ you paused, “did they tell you about dad?”

“yes, sweetheart, they did. they got an anonymous call stating where his body was. looks like he was shot. it’s less than what he deserved.”

you let out a little gasp, “mom!”

“what, baby? it’s true, you and i both know it.”

you sighed, she wasn’t wrong, but he was still your father and her husband, “i guess so.”

“okay sweetheart, it’s late, you should get some sleep. call me if you need anything, okay? i love you.”

“okay. i love you too, mom. goodnight.”

you handed hyunjin his phone and he placed it back on the table before leaning over and placing a kiss to your lips. he crawled under the covers with you, pulling you close to his body.

“i know chan offered you your own room, but what would you say about staying in mine?”

[kuroopaisen]

like breathing. (bokuto koutarou)

➵ you’d never really thought of getting a partner. not when bokuto was around. 

wc: 2.6k

warnings: none!

a/n: this one’s dedicated to chia and @jupiturde! you’re both so cute, and thank you for being so kind to me :( and for tolerating my endless ramblings hhh 

“Finally!” Bokuto’s groan rattled through the small apartment as he rushed towards you. “I’m hungry!”

You laughed as he threw his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “It’s not my fault they were busy,” you mumbled, holding the takeout bag away from your bodies in a bid to stop it from getting crushed.

He grunts, but he pulls back and gives you a brilliant smile.

“What?” you laughed, reaching a hand up to ruffle his hair.

“I haven’t seen you in ages,” he pouted, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how expressive his face was. You’d missed it.

“I’m sorry,” you frowned, the brief shot of energy seeing him gave you crumbling away. Truth be told, you were just exhausted. It was Friday, and you’d just dragged yourself through the worst three weeks of your life. University had whacked you in the ass with a baseball bat, and what little structure you’d set up for yourself had collapsed inwards. On top of that, work had been merciless.

Worst of all, you hadn’t been able to find time to see Bokuto. So, you’d texted him only a few hours ago to tell him that you were coming over. You couldn’t wait any longer. You just had to see him. 

“What’s wrong?” He tilted his head at you, golden eyes round and sad, with a hint of panic. He’d read your emotions effortlessly. Like always.

“It’s just… been a tough month,” you offered him a smile. But you knew it was weak. But, you had to be honest with him. He wouldn’t stop pestering you otherwise.  

The takeout bag was whipped out of your hand, tossed onto the counter. Bokuto was gone, dashing down his hall. You took the opportunity to take off your boots.

He was back in a flash. You weren’t quite sure what happened next, but you didn’t fight it. Everything went dark for a second as a blanket was thrown over you, and you a pair of strong arms lifted you into the air.

A few steps, and he damn near suplexes you onto the couch with a ‘hmph.’ You snort, tugging at the blankets in an attempt to find the light.

By the time you manage to wriggle your head out of your swaddle, he’s already got Netflix up on the Xbox. His brow was creased, and the tip of his tongue peeking out of his mouth as he concentrated on the menu.  

Whoops, you thought, still unwrapping yourself. I’ve sent him into overdrive.

He always got like this whenever you were down. It’s why he was your first port of call whenever you were feeling down. The easiest way to pick up your spirits was to go to his place, put a shitty movie on, and lie in his arms.

There wasn’t much point in getting a partner. Not when Bokuto was around.

Bokuto had always been the very best friend you could’ve asked for. Loving him was like breathing; so easy, so natural. You’d met in the first year of high school, and you’d been damn near inseparable ever since. You’d never been as comfortable with anyone as you had been with Bokuto. And he felt the same way about you. And thankfully, your friendship had survived graduation. If anything, you were closer than ever, even if you didn’t see each other every day anymore.  

But in all those years, the two of you had never even thought about dating. Each other or anyone else.

You’d thought that would change after graduation. A lot of your friends had taken university as an opportunity to find a partner. You’d wanted to try something similar, at first. There was more time for that sort of thing now. You hadn’t really dated anyone in high school; you’d spent so much of your time trying to get into university, and none of the boys at Fukurodani had taken your fancy.

But, as the semesters ran on, the whole thing just sounded taxing. Getting a partner meant dating. Dating meant meeting people and trying to navigate your way through that excruciating introductory phase. Would you get along with this person? Were they normal? Were the two of you going to find each other dreadfully boring? Besides, you wanted to focus on your studies. Some people could juggle their studies, a partner and a fulfilling social life with grace, but you felt like you weren’t capable of that. And you didn’t want to risk it. Especially not after you’d finally gotten a job.

Bokuto had been far too busy to even think about having a proper relationship. Life had been a complete whirlwind for him these past few years. And he loved it. He was doing the only thing he’d ever wanted to do, and he was thriving. He was part of a V-League team, for goodness sake.

It was easier – and far more comfortable – to fill your spare time with each other.

You couldn’t quite remember how the affection had begun. You’d always been quite affectionate with each other; enough to have confused some people in high school, at least. The Black Jackals gave you shit for it too. Well, Atsumu gave you shit for it; but he was very good at rallying the team and getting them all the look at you two with sly smiles while Bokuto’s back was turned. It was embarrassing, but you didn’t go to practices enough to let it get to you.

But, ever since you’d moved into adulthood, more and more evenings were spent in each other’s arms. Had it been the late nights, where in your drowsiness you’d sought each other out? Was it because you were both starved for that kind of contact? Whatever the reason, it had become the natural order things. And frankly, you had no desire to change that. It was too convenient of an arrangement.

Why risk going on out with someone you didn’t like when you could just pop over to Bokuto’s place and get all the cuddling you needed?

“Alright!” He turned and beamed at you as the movie began to play. The Mummy Returns. A solid choice.

You smiled, tossing a corner of the blanket over him. He tugged it with enough force to pull you – still more or less wrapped up in it – towards him. He didn’t flinch, slipping his free arm around your waist and tugging you over to sit between his legs. You melted into his chest, curling towards him. You could’ve swore you heard him hum, but you were too preoccupied with calming the thrumming of your own heart to be sure.

“Hey Bokuto?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you tell me about your day?” You murmured.

“Sure!” You could hear the smile in his voice.

He launched into his story without a moment’s hesitation, actually starting from the moment he woke up. You smiled, closing your eyes.

God, you loved being like this. His toned arms wrapped around your waist as you lay against his chest, which was rapidly rising and falling as he rambled on. The sound of his voice, loud and dynamic as it was, gave you more comfort than anything else.

Being with him felt comfortable. It felt like home.

You could feel every part of him pressed against you. And as usual, you were trying to ignore it. Trying to ignore that little feeling that’d been nagging you for the last year or so. Since that morning you’d woken up in his arms, terrified by how unashamed you felt. Terrified that if you weren’t careful, you would ruin everything.

Bokuto was affectionate with you, yes. Maybe more affectionate than the average friend would be. But, that was him. What if he didn’t feel the same way? How would he feel, if he found out what was going on inside your head?

You were sure he would fight through the awkwardness for the sake of your friendship. But having to go a few months where things were unbearable? Having to adjust to that distance being between the two of you? No. You didn’t want to go through that.

He was still talking.

“And then,” he huffed, “the blockers were too fast, so I was gonna glance the ball of their hands. But the ball was too low, so it…” He was pouting, his cheeks puffed up a little. “So it rebounded right into my face.”

You laughed. You threw your head back, and you laughed.

Bokuto’s heart stuttered in his chest. He’d seen you laugh plenty of times, sure. Hell, you’d laughed at things he said more times than he could count.

But he knew he’d never quite get used to what that did to his heart.

And, he realised, this was the first time he’d seen like this in a long while.

Those last three weeks had been damn near unbearable. Usually, you two managed to see each other at least once a week. That alone was too long of a wait. But three weeks? Three whole weeks of not seeing you? That had been agony. He’d never had to go that long without seeing you before. You’d even moved to Tokyo within a week of each other.

He needed you around. He needed to hold you like this, to spend time talking about nothing of consequence while watching stupid movies. He needed to see you or else his motivation would be off all week.

But there you were, back in his arms as you laughed at something he said. And that look on your face? Seeing you happy like that? Nothing made his heart feel so full, so fond. He didn’t quite understand it, but you always managed to make him feel so, so... 

He leant forward and kissed your cheek.

You froze.

The gesture alone would’ve been innocuous in any other setting. Any other circumstance. But kissing of any kind was a boundary you’d never breached. You personally had been too afraid of them, and he’d never done anything like that himself. Until now.

You forced yourself to look up at him, shifting your entire body to face him.

He was red. His hair looked even stiffer than usual. If you were freaking out, the poor boy looked like he was collapsing from the inside.

“I—Uh—” His body was taut, eyes looking everywhere but you. “I didn’t mean to—I just felt—It seemed—”

Fuck it. You pushed upwards and placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

He froze. You froze. What the fuck were you going to do next? You didn’t know. The only certainty was the pounding in your ears.

Sure, you’d thought about this before. But you’d never acted on it. Not even after practice, when he stood there looking so hot. Or when you lay on his bed, close enough to feel his breath on your face when he laughed. Not even then.

But now?

He was staring at you, eyes wide and mouth formed in a little ‘o’.

You bit the inside of your cheek, in some weak attempt to hold yourself back. Even your palms felt all fuzzy. Was that normal? God, all you wanted to do was wrap your arms around his neck and--

“Can I-I kiss you?”

Had you imagined those words? Had he really just said that?

No time to think. You surged up and kissed him.

Fuck, he was good.

His hands were now gripping your waist as yours found their way into his hair, pressing yourself against him. His lips moved against yours, hot and soft and desperate. All hesitation was gone. And the sheer intensity of it all was starting to go to your head.

The blanket slipped off the two of you, and you shivered as the cool air hit your skin. His fingers grasped at your waist, and you sighed.

Something snapped. Bokuto flipped you over, laying you out on the couch as he propped himself up with his elbows. He didn’t break the kiss as he hovered over you, one of his legs pressed between yours. Your hands are gripping his shoulders, and you feel like your entire body is burning up.

You don’t know how he’s so good, but he’s giving it his all. Without thinking, your hands trace their way down his torso – you’d always known he was muscular, but shit. Next thing you know, he’s shirtless. And you’re losing your damn mind.

Why did it take you so long? You should’ve done this ages ago--

“Disgusting.” Oh shit. Sakusa.

“Called it.” Fucking Atsumu. You didn’t need to look at him to know his face was a little too smug.

You braved a glance at the door; a door that you hadn’t even heard open.

Fuck, even Hinata was there. He was just gasping, his mouth hanging open and takeout bag in hand.

Bokuto’s head snapped up, and you covered your burning face with your hands. Of course this was how it was going to go.

“Aw, come on, guys!” All things considered, Bokuto was remarkably unphased.  

“What are you doing here?” You managed to whine out, hands still clamped firmly over your face.

“Well, we thought today was games night at Bokuto’s,” Atsumu smirked. “But I see he’s found other ways to entertain himself.”

You peeked up at Bokuto from between your fingers. He was still positioned over you, but at least his face, neck and chest were starting to blush. And there was no word to accurately describe the look on his face.

“Oh,” he swallowed, seemingly at a loss of where to look, “we did agree to do that, didn’t we…”

“Koutarou, I’m going to kill you.”

He looked down at you again, expression caught between the sheer joy at hearing you call him by his first name and the absolute mortification of the situation at hand.

“Ooh, Koutarou,” Atsumu laughed. He was second on your hit-list, and you were going to make him suffer. “We’ll leave you to it!”

The door closed with a resounding thud. Were they… gone? Oh, yep – that was the sound of Hinata’s yell fading down the hallway.

Your hands fell from your face, a rush of relief hitting you. You’d really been through it tonight, huh?

You looked up at Bokuto. He was looking… somewhere.

“Koutarou.”

His gaze snapped to you immediately, eyes bright and hopeful.

“How did you forget?”

“You told me you were coming over,” He pouted. “I was so excited to see you that

“You are… unbelievably stupid,” you groaned. But you couldn’t ignore that feeling of lightness in your chest.

“But you still love me, right?” He’s pouting. And then he realises what he’s just said. So do you.

It’s not a word you would’ve thought about, in any other context. You’d made your love for each other quite clear. But there were so many ways in which you could love someone. In which you could love him.

You simply rolled your eyes, tilting your head up and pressing another kiss to his lips.

He melts.

“I love you, you dumbass,” you mumbled. But you couldn’t quite contain your smile.

You could feel his entire body perk up. He propped himself up, looking down at you with the brightest eyes in the world. You could get used to him looking at you like that.

“I love you!” With that, he peppered kisses on every inch of your face he could reach.

You ran your hand through his hair as he traced his way along your jaw.

Wait.

“Hey Koutarou?”

“Yeah babe?”

“We should probably reheat our food, huh?”

He groaned, burying his head in your shoulder. You laughed, your head lolling back.

Maybe this whole relationship thing is less work than you thought.

After all, loving him was like breathing.

[nightshade-minho]

-A Single Rose-

Happy birthday Lulu!! I know I'm super late but where I'm from, I just woke up and it's the 14th. :3 Take this mediocre fic anyway hhh im sorry @hardskz 

Warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, soft dom Jisung, size kink, praise, eating out, semi-public sex, light daddy kink.

The street was quiet, and the night air was chilly. Jisung adjusted his jacket, shivering slightly. He glanced at his reflection in the shop's window, running a hand through his hair to make sure he looked alright.

Taking in a deep breath, he tried to ignore the way his heart was pounding, and made his way into the shop. Almost immediately, his eyes landed on you behind the counter, humming as you flipped through your novel.

Ah...

Every time he looked at you, he'd be blown away by your beauty. God, you were breathtaking...literally. He somehow always forgot to breathe around you.

As he walked up to the counter, you looked up, tilting your head. His footsteps came to a halt as he leaned against the counter in an attempt to look cool.

Han Jisung didn't really have to try to look cool, though. With one arm entirely covered in tattoos, jet black hair and a lip piercing, people always tended to find him intimidating...at first glance. Look a little closer, and you would see his toothy grin, his goofy personality and endearing habits. No leather jacket in the world could hide the fact that he was just a big old softie...and his softest spot was for you.

It was a little bit of a cliché, and he was aware of it. He was the stereotypical 'bad boy', and you were the daughter of the flower shop's owner. You wore pale yellow sun-dresses, liked reading novels and sometimes wore daisies in your hair.

How could he not be in love with you?

"Jisung...we're closed."

"Oh...b-but it's an emergency..." He stared at you imploringly, his puppy eyes burning into your head even as you tried to avoid looking at him. Sighing, you shut your novel, turning to face him.

"Don't give me that look..."

He pouted, leaning in a little closer. "Pleaaaase? You only closed like, a second ago. It's really urgent." The truth was, he just didn't wanna leave yet...he'd spent an hour back home psyching himself up in the mirror, and now he was ready to confess to you...more or less.

You pursed your lips. "What's the emergency?"

"Um...I need flowers for....uh..." he gulped, all his brain cells choosing that very moment to bail on him. "M-my...my girlfriend!" He blurted, immediately regretting it as soon as the words came out.

A small frown appeared on your features.

"Oh...you never told me you had a girlfriend." You said, trying to mask the disappointment in your voice. Somehow, though, Jisung still caught it.

Wait...was it possible that you might be interested in him after all? God, why the fuck did he make up that lie? It had come out of nowhere, almost like his lips had a mind of their own.

"I...um, that was because it wasn't official, yet. Yeah. So...I need to get her a rose...a pale pink one, please."

That was your favorite flower, and your favorite color. You stood up from your stool, trying to hold your emotions down as you went off to the side of the counter, pulling out a long-stemmed rose from one of the baskets and handing it to Jisung. Your fingers momentarily brushed against his as you gave it to him, and he tried to ignore the butterflies rampaging in his stomach.

"H-how much will that be?"

"You don't have to pay. I've already closed up for the night, any way."

"But-"

"No, really. It will just mean a lot more work for me...so yeah. Um, have fun with your girlfriend tomorrow...bye." You waved, biting your lip and feeling tears rising up. You knew you were being a little too sensitive, but you couldn't help it.

Jisung had been visiting the little shop for months, now. You'd found him a little scary at first, but had quickly warmed up to him. He was always so kind and awkward around you...and you'd almost let yourself believe that he liked you. Maybe you'd mistaken his friendliness for flirtiness, all along.

"Wait..." Jisung's eyes widened in horror as he took in the way your eyes had gotten a little misty. "Y/n, are you c-crying?!"

"What? No, psh." You mumbled, wiping at your cheek as you looked away.

"Fuck, you are. Why? Is it because...because..."

He swallowed. Was he reading the situation right? Was it the newfound knowledge that he had a non-existent girlfriend that had made you cry? He didn't want to assume anything...

"Hey..." Jisung stepped behind the counter, tilting your chin up to face him. His heart spasmed as he took in your wet cheeks...and he knew he couldn't hold it back anymore.

"This...this is actually for you." He said, thrusting the rose in front of you. You frowned, sniffing as you looked up at him in confusion.

"You...y-you said this was for your girlfriend-"

"Exactly." Jisung said hesitantly. His mind couldn't believe that he was finally doing it. His heart had taken complete control of his body and his actions. He tried to maintain the confidence as you stared at him, your face slowly twisting into one of realization.

"I m-mean, that is, if you want to be. I just r-really like you, but I don't really wanna force you into anything that you don't w-"

He was interrupted as you threw your arms around his neck, tiptoeing as you pressed your lips to his. Eyes widening, Jisung's hands hovered in the air as he tried to get over the initial shock. Slowly, the shock gave way to a buzzing sensation in his stomach as he melted into the kiss, setting the rose down and deepening the kiss slightly, hands resting on your waist.

He pulled away, gazing down at you and letting out a small giggle. You blushed and avoided eye contact, looking at your feet. The sudden confidence that had gripped you a few seconds ago had completely disappeared. He took your chin, trying to make you face him again.

"So, does that mean you want to be my girlfriend?" He said, cupping your cheek and gazing at you, the affection in his eyes overflowing.

"Y-yeah..." you said shyly. His eyes twinkled as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours again.

This time, the kiss was less chaste...more hungry. The atmosphere in the room changed palpably, as his tongue hesitantly slipped past your parted lips. The once sweet kiss was now turning into something more intimate, and Jisung's hands on your waist slowly drifted downwards. You tangled your fingers in his hair and kissed him back passionately, tugging gently on his locks and prompting a groan from him.

He pulled away, biting his lip as he looked down at you. "Baby...do you want this?"

You nodded desperately. "Yes! P-please..."

"Okay...will you be a good little girl for me, hm?"

You nodded again, and he clicked his tongue.

"Words, sweetheart."

"I'll...I'll be a good girl for you."

He smiled proudly, molding his lips with yours once again and lifting you up. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist as he set you on the counter.

"Fuck." He bit at your lips, groaning. "Your lips are so soft..." You whimpered in response, sighing as he pressed himself against you, rubbing your clothed crotches together.

"Ah baby...why did I wait so long to do this?"

"I-I don't know...Jisung...please, I need you..."

He hummed. "Patience, princess..." He slid his hands up your sun dress, groping at your soft skin.

"You're like my perfect little doll, aren't you? In your pretty little dresses...you're so adorable."

You blushed, the way he was talking about you affecting you deeply.

"I think you'd look even prettier naked, though."

He kissed all over your face, slowly sliding your dress up. "Tiny and cute. Just how I like it."

"Mm....'m not tiny." You humphed. He pulled away, chuckling as he pet your head.

"You're half my size, sweetie." He pulled your dress up further. "Lift your arms, baby." You obeyed, letting him pull the dress over your head and discard it.

He ran his eyes over your body, biting his lip.

"You're perfect. So perfect..." Slowly, he pulled down the cups of your bra, licking his lips as your boobs were exposed to him.

"Cute tits." He mumbled, leaning forward to take a nipple into his mouth. You arched your back, keening as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud.

With his other hand, Jisung quickly pulled down his zipper, freeing his straining cock. Your eyes drifted to it, and you gulped at its size.

Jisung chuckled at your expression, fingers coming down to pull your panties off. He kissed your thighs as he went down, looking up at you with twinkling eyes. "Don't worry doll, it'll fit."

You whimpered as his face came level with your pussy, tongue darting out to lick your clit. You choked back a moan, clutching his hair as he suddenly buried his face in your pussy. Taking a deep sniff, he proceeded to eat you out ferociously, his hands stroking your thighs in a soothing motion, the action diametrically opposed to the sinful ministrations of his tongue.

You threw your head back and moaned, the feeling of his tongue exploring you so thoroughly making you see stars.

"You're so delicious- such a juicy pussy, I love it~" he mumbled against your folds, pulling away and getting to his feet. He pressed his lips to yours slowly, letting you taste your own essence.

When you felt his tip rub against your entrance, you mewled desperately into Jisung's ear. The innocent yet needy sound was the last straw for him. As Jisung drove his length into your pussy, his face scrunched as he tried to adjust to just how tight you were.

"Fuck...what a delicate pussy-" he grunted, going deeper."Stretching out so perfectly to make way for my cock."

You whimpered and buried your face in his neck as he gave you an experimental thrust. Carressing your back, he kissed the top of your head as he set a slow pace, going deeper with each stroke. "Shh, darling...it's okay."

He pulled you away from him to face him, heart clenching as he observed your wrecked face. "Daddy...your cock is too...too big." You sniffed. His eyes widened. "W-what did you just call me?"

You keened in response, clenching around him tightly. "Daddyyy~"

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, halting his thrusts as he gazed at you in concern.

"Why'd you stop?" You whined, mouth slightly open. "Please...want Daddy to fuck me open."

He exhaled, thankful that you were okay. "Your wish is my command, princess." He began thrusting faster as you clenched around his length repeatedly, making him cry out.

He pulled out suddenly, making you whine in despair. "Shh, baby don't worry..." He moved you over on the counter slightly and climbed onto it himself, crawling over you. Leading his cock back to your pussy, he leaned down to kiss you again.

You felt your heart beat pounding out of your chest as Jisung pulled away, lifting your leg over his shoulder. The new angle let him go deeper, and soon you felt the head of his cock hit your sweet spot.

He kept going, his hands going from your hips to your cheeks, squishing them as he leaned down to plant another kiss on your lips...and then another, and then another.

"I can't get enough of you. I don't think I ever will- oh, fuck-"

You moaned as his thrusts became sporadic, chasing his own high. You felt the flames of arousal lick at you, threatening to turn into a blaze of pleasure. His cock kept rubbing up against your sweet spot, and soon you were clenching tightly, on the precipice of your high.

"Daddy...please, let me cum..."

"Cum, baby-" he choked out, grunting as he felt himself hit his high at the same time you did. He filled you up with his cum, groaning as your walls were painted white. Panting, he continued fucking you through your orgasms, slowing down and collapsing on top of you once the over-sensitivity started setting in.

There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes. It felt almost magical, the way he was holding you so tenderly...the two of you surrounded with beautiful petals and blooms.

"I could stay here forever..."

"I could, too, but we don't want your father finding us like this in the morning, do we?"

"Heh. No..." You paused suddenly, frowning as you remembered something. Slowly, your eyes travelled to the security camera on the ceiling, pointed right at the two of you.

"Ah, fuck."

[luvlyrv]

No More Secrets | Joy x Fem!Reader

Genre: fluff

Request: Can I please request where the reader is a single parent who is also dating sooyoung. Sooyoung doesn’t know that the reader has a kid, since reader has been hiding them because she felt like sooyoung would shame her or wouldn’t want to date her anymore. Sooyoung accidentally see’s the readers kid and instead of being angry, she just wants to be part of the family. Thank youu!

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: First request I've ever done! Thank you for sending this in, I hope it's what you wanted. Also hhh you'll probably notice but I decided to keep the child vague? Maybe you have a dream baby that you wanna parent idk, so I don't have a name or gender for them, hope you don't mind.

Date: 1/23/21

Over the past few years you've thrown yourself into your work. It was hard trying to provide for the needs of both you and your child at the same time, both in the physical and emotional sense. Whether or not you would be able to pay the bills was always a worry, and as you continued increasing your time at work you began to fret about if you were there for your kid at the same time.

The biggest struggle overall was toiling through those worries by yourself. As much as you tried to distract and provide for your family by working more and more overtime shifts, you couldn't ignore the growing emptiness in your heart and bed any further. Sure, you could reach out to friends and family to ask for help and be your support group, but they could never be what you desired right now. Right now you wished that someone was there holding you. That someone told you things would be okay and could love you in a romantic sense. Someone to completely swipe you off your feet and make your worries melt away.

Unfortunately it's been proven to you over and over again that it's hard to find a date. Very few people were your type, and from those people you weren't their type for the most part. Even if you matched you found yourself so busy working and taking care of your child that you were on a tight schedule, and your matches just never seemed to want to work with someone inflexible.

One day though, it felt like an absolute miracle when you got a match. A woman named Park Sooyoung had appeared on your feed. You read through her short biography, learning how she loves to sing and is an aspiring model and dog mom. Staring at her pictures you felt like she was out of your league. You couldn't tell what was worse, swiping no and missing out on a possible opportunity or swiping yes when you knew she was 100% out of your league and would likely reject you instantly.

It was a welcome surprise when you finally swiped yes, only to see a match screen pop up instantly on your phone. Soon after that the both of you began talking to each other. Your thumbs nervously tapping away at your phone as the both of you said your hellos and started giving more detailed introductions. The tightness in your chest eased up as every text sent by Sooyoung was charming you, all of them being disarming and funny to you.

Within the next couple of days you felt like you were glued to your phone. Without meaning to your hands would find its way cross the table or to your pocket just to pull out your phone and look for notifications from Sooyoung. Luckily for you it always felt like her name was on your screen with her patiently waiting for a text back.

Soon enough she asked for a coffee date. You obliged to her offer but told her your schedule, already profusely apologizing as you expected it to be difficult for her to work with. Sooyoung just said not to worry about it and set out a date that would be convenient for the both of you.

Every day after that was spent living in anticipation. You wondered about the sound of her voice and if things would be as easy and comfortable in real life as it was over text. As you dropped off your child at your friend's place to be watched over the evening your heart swelled even more. You really were going to meet Sooyoung.

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You enter the coffee shop nervously, your eyes scanning the entire shop trying to look for a familiar face. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a tall figure gracefully sitting in a booth. Focusing on her face, she looked exactly like the woman you matched with. A smile fell on your face as you thanked the heavens that at least you weren't catfished. You make your way over to her booth and speak out.

"Hey, Sooyoung?" The woman looks up and smiles instantly looking at you.

"Hey! Really good to meet you, Y/N."

"Sorry, did I keep you waiting? How about I treat you coffee?" Sooyoung just shook her head at your offer.

"No no, I'll do the treating this time. Maybe on our next date?" She suggested casually. The smile on your face grew a little bit wider at the idea of a second date. The two of you go up to the counter and make your orders. When they were complete you both went back to your booth and sat down to talk.

The two of you casually talked while sipping away at your drinks. You were really happy, because you couldn't remember the last time your heart fluttered this much. You were thankful that spending time with your date felt so natural and comfortable. Hopefully Sooyoung would be thinking the same thing too.

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It wasn't supposed to go like this. You were hoping that maybe by the second or third date you could bring up the fact that you're a mother. Every single date though you'd push back that conversation more. The two of you would be having so much fun together you didn't want to turn the atmosphere serious so suddenly. Either that or your anxieties and fears made their way back into your heart.

Yet here you were, already on your fifth date with Sooyoung's presence in your life becoming more and more familiar. The guilt of not telling her was silently eating away at you. Despite that, your fears still held your tongue.

After all, meeting someone like Sooyoung felt like a one in a million chance for you. If she broke it off with you now, you'd feel devastated from the loss. Not only that, but as much as you liked Sooyoung you weren't sure if your child was reader for an unfamiliar adult figure to enter their life. What if Sooyoung was secretly dangerous? You could be putting your child in harms way.

So as much as it hurt you to feel like you were breaking Sooyoung's trust, you had to protect your family first. For now, you'll just continue trying to gauge how good Sooyoung is with children and hope she isn't offended by how long it's taking you to tell her such pertinent information. You sigh while looking at the food sitting in front of you.

"Are you not hungry after all?" Sooyoung asks. You look up with a bit of a surprised face, just being snapped out of your train of thought.

"Oh sorry, I was just thinking." You smile a bit, trying to ease any of Sooyoung's possible worries. You start to take some small bites of your dinner. Sooyoung just quirks her eyebrows a bit at the sight. She wondered what could possibly be thinking about. Things were awkward for a little bit after that, but the rest of dinner went smoothly. The small amount of tension dissipated and the two of you were able to converse and share laughs as the night went on.

When dinner was finished Sooyoung offered to take you home. Although you were a bit worried at first, you decided to take her offer. You enjoyed the car ride as you watched the dark night sky pass by while continuing to chat idly with Sooyoung. She drops you off without a hitch as you thank her.

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It's now been a couple months since you've first met Sooyoung, and you're life has been better ever since. Although trying to manage the many different parts of your life all at once and by yourself was hard, you knew that Sooyoung would always be there to listen to your worries. Or at least the worries you could talk about without talking about your family.

You were sitting on the couch with your child on your lap, snuggling into you. You couldn't help but to be filled with warmth as you saw how happy and excited they looked while watching the movie on TV. For the past couple of weeks they were begging to watch the movie with you, so finally you had set the time to have a movie night with them. On the table were snacks scattered across it as well as your phone. You noticed your phone light up from a notification. You leaned over just a little bit to reach it and check.

i missed you! i have some takeout and im coming over~

It was a text from Sooyoung. You stared at your phone in shock. Your mind was torn. On one hand you loved the spontaneity of it all and the seemingly romantic gesture. On another hand you hated the spontaneity of it all and worried about Sooyoung finally entering your house only to see that you've been taking care of a kid the entire time. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise though.

You decided to suck it up and meet your fate tonight. You'd welcome Sooyoung to your home and see how things go from there.

alright, see you soon!

You let out the breath you were holding in as you squeeze your eyes in frustration. Your child looked up at you with a worrying look.

"Is something wrong, mommy?" They ask innocently. You shake your head and try to give a reassuring smile. You squeeze their arm a bit.

"Nothing is wrong, someone is going to come over later though so don't be scared from the doorbell." You answer. Your child just nods their head and looks back at the TV, eating some of the popcorn you had made earlier.

Around twenty minutes pass before you finally hear the ringing of your door bell. You gently pick your child off of your lap and onto the couch as you get up to answer. You took in a few deep breathes to try and ready yourself. While reaching out to unlock and turn the doorknob, you realize your hand was shaking despite your efforts.

You open the door and try to give Sooyoung a smile, but you reckon that your worry was obvious as her face quickly had a concerned look.

"Hey Y/N!" Sooyoung says with a smile, with it fading a little as her eyebrows became upturned. "Uhm, are you not happy to see me…?" You become apologetic as you frantically responded.

"Of course I'm happy to see you! It's just that… uhm." You open the door a bit further for Sooyoung and allow her to enter the house. You look at your kid sitting on the couch now staring at Sooyoung rather than watching the movie.

"K/N, this is Sooyoung! A friend of mommy's." You bite your lip after introducing her. You felt bad as it you felt like you were dumping news onto both your date and your own child. You watch as Sooyoung went over to your table and put the takeout down. Things were silent except for the pounding in your chest. You prepared your mind and heart for the worst, expecting Sooyoung to politely say goodbye and leave.

Then, Sooyoung put on a grand smile and excited sat down next to your kid.

"I'm so excited to meet you! Is it okay if I watch this movie with you?" Sooyoung asks, but instead of answering the question your child decided to blurt out their thoughts instead.

"You're really really really pretty." They said with a face mixed with surprise and admiration. Sooyoung gives out a laugh, finding the bluntness of your child hilarious and adorable.

The feeling in your chest began to ease up as you watched the sight. You were both surprised and happy with the way things were looking, but you'd definitely have to have a conversation with Sooyoung afterwards. For now though, it seemed like the three of you could eat take out and enjoy some snacks while watching the rest of a kid's movie.

The movie eventually came to an end though. Your child was yawning and complaining about being tired so you made them go brush their teeth. After they were done you picked them up and gently laid them in bed, kissing their forehead and saying goodnight. When you closed the door to their room, you went back to the living room where Sooyoung was patiently sitting.

"I guess we have some things we should talk about, right?" You gave a little fake laugh after asking the rhetorical question. You walked towards the couch and sat down a couple feet away from Sooyoung.

"So…" She began talking, at first looking at the floor but then into your eyes. Her eyes seemed to be filled with hurt. "Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered. Already you were feeling horrible. You reached your hand out to clasp hers and she let you.

"I'm so sorry. I really am Sooyoung. I was just worried about whether or not you would like kids, let alone start being a part of one's life. I just… I needed more time to gauge that. I was really meaning to tell you though, I promise." You tried to explain to her. Sooyoung leaned forward to you and hugged you.

"Hey hey, don't worry. I absolutely adore K/N already." She backed out of the hug but was still close to you. She tucked away a stray hair as she continued talking with you. "I'll take care of the both of you, okay? I want to do that for you both." She gives you a reassuring smile. You lean in and give her a quick kiss on the lips.

"I'm sorry. No more secrets from me." You say, happy that it now felt like nothing was in between you and your relationship with Sooyoung anymore.

[yallemagne]

Even More Stuff That Happened In Godspell 1973

SPOILER WARNING!!!

This covers from Bless The Lord to All Good Gifts.

BLESS THE LORD! Lynne is an amazing singer, this is her FIRST MUSICAL!! CAN YOU BELIEVE??

I love her ahhh, this song is so good, and the choreo is so fun, the contrast between the slow and fast parts, I love

All of them falling like dominos and then Lynne and Jesus helping them up

Judas holding Lynne’s leg up in the end pose, these icons

The Beatitudes! Ya know, all those “blessed are (blank), for they (blank)”

Judas kills the mood by bringing up Jesus’ own persecution 

“BLESSED ARE YE!!”

Awkward,,,

This scene:

“It says Keds.”

“No-”

Hhhhh, then it’s the tap-dancing clown sequence. 

Jesus and Judas kinda debate the importance of heavenly rewards vs earthly rewards. 

Jesus says “c’mon, you guys will get to Heaven no matter how tough your lives are!” 

Meanwhile, Judas retorts with the belief that the sun and the sand, those fragments of Heaven found on Earth, should belong to the righteous. 

BUT BESIDES THE COMMENTARY THEY HAVE MAGIC STICKS

Jesus pulls one out of thin air and Judas jumps into frame like SO CAN I!

he,,, can’t

so Jesus magics one into his hand!

hhh and then they just,,, they,,, hhhh

This is such a good song and no I don’t just say that because I ship Jedas,,,

Jesus: “Now, how to to take the spec from your brother’s eye when all the time there’s this great plank in your own?” Judas: “I don’t know, how do you take the spec from your brother’s eye when all the time there’s this great plank in your own?” Jesus: “YOU HYPOCRITE!” Judas: “EWAHEH” Jesus: “First you take the plank from your own eye so you can see clearly to take the spec of sawdust out of your brother’s!” Judas: “WAIT A MINUTE! That’s no answer to the question!” Jesus: “Did I promise you an answer to the question?” Judas: *sheepishly* “hahaha, nope.”

that whole interaction hhh

hhh the “love your enemies” scene, lots of slapstick, poor Judas gets smacked over the head with a balloon. I wouldn't feel so bad for him if he didn’t recoil like it actually hurt, poor baby

Gilmer and Robin, the sweethearts, they watch in confusion until-

oops, they start fighting too

Jesus breaks it all up with “love your enemies” so of course the disciples all start kissing and hugging each other, the darlings hhh

Judas: *to Joanne and Jeffrey, who are dancing together* “may I have this dance” Judas: *dances with Jeffrey* 

We stan a gay icon

Parable of the Sower! Katie tells this one, I just love her voice

Joanne’s giggling as Merrell pecks her leg

Jerry- a vocal magician- dies, can we get an f in the chat

Judas and Jeffrey kill Robin, can we get an F IN THE CHAT

The good soilers are slackers,, maybe that means something

Jesus is so proud whenever they put these things on, this time he asks if they already understand the moral, hhhh

Jesus: “Do you know what the seed is?” Katie: “A baby! :D” Jesus: “Wrong! :)”

Jerry: *dead* “Bye.” Jesus: “Seeya.”

Sorry, I'm just quoting at this point.

Jesus: “-they hear the word but their further growth is impaired by wealth-” Robin: *looks to Judas*  Jesus: “-and cares-” Robin: *looks to Jeffrey* Jesus: “-and the pleasures of the world! They bring nothing to fruit.” Katie: “No fruit, Robin!” Robin: *fake sobs into Judas’ chest*

hhhh the song I simp for,, (gotta be more specific than that) All Good Gifts is so sweet and wholesome, Merrell’s falsetto is soooo pleasing to the ear

He spins into frame and they all ring around him all happy

I just want to hug him tightly

then JESUS’ PART OF THE SONG AND I WANT THEM ALL TO HUG HIM AND--

They’re all like, dancing on big rocks in the background while he says some bible stuff about clothing the grass-- then they come over and AHHH

“We thank thee then, O Father, for all things bright and good”

the harmony is enough to make me start crying

SPECIFICALLY MERREL AND JOANNE HARMONIZING ON LOVE

“I really wanna thank you, Lord!”- AND THEN THE DRUMS KICK IN AND IT JUST GOES HARD

This song has no right to go this hard

Jeffrey has a lovely recorder solo, recorders can sound good if you play them well

[flutterji]

anything| renjun ff

hi! this is my first ff on tumblr so hopefully it all works out well. hope u enjoy!

desc: y/n and renjun have only been friends for about a month, but renjun was in too deep. whipped renjun, gender not specified reader!! semi drabble, high school au (like all my stories hhh), very fluffy ! barely edited, its a bit long too but whatever

word count:  2103

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y/n and jisung briskly walked the halls of their oh-so-dreadful high school, talking about, of course, absolute nonsense. ‘i mean, like, salamanders are so cute, right?’ y/n questions the tall boy, and jisung nods enthusiastically. “right! so then why would they eat each other?” jisung added. “as babies, too! it doesn make se-” cut off from their sentence, renjun snaked his arms around the both of them before yelling, “hey guys!” “renjunie!” y/n exclaims, and a wide smile paints renjun’s lips. “whats up shawty?” jisung says before making The Fuckboy Face™. “eh, not much, just absolutely dreading and stressing beyond human compacity about the calc exam tomorrow.” renjun says, pulling his arms away and shoving himself in between the two. “maybe we can study? i- honestly i wont be any help, but i have some pretty cool notes i could share?” y/n proposes. “sure, when?” renjun says, without skipping a beat. jisung looks at the two and then looks away in disgust. “you oldies.” he says, before sticking out his tongue in a teasing manner. “whatever, loser!” y/n says, emphasizing the ‘loser’. jisung pretends to cry and is all but payed attention to when renjun bothers y/n for an answer. ‘we cant study if you dont tell me when!” “well if the exam’s tomorrow then obviously we study today! what are you, an idiot?” y/n says, lightly teasing the poor boy. “right, but like, when today?” “you annoy me.” y/n responds without really responding, traveling away to meet their other friend group. “haha, y/n hates you!” jisung says. renjun then nudges jisung not-so-gently before sighing. “i dont get it. i would do anything for them and they just brush me off like im... i dont know, what am i?” he asks, confused. “an idiot. a complete idiot.”

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as soon as school ends, renjun sends y/n a text. ‘library?’ is all he says, and y/n answers quickly. ‘get here quickly pls,,, i dont wanna waste time” y/n sends back shortly after. renjun walks to their schools library, and sees his study mate. “hey jun, hurry up before i start growing grey hairs.” y/n whisper yells from one of the tables. he had taken longer than he wanted to, so he rushed to the table and scurried to get out his notebook and a pencil. ‘right, so, show me your notes.” y/n says, half distracted by the drawing they were creating in the corner of a scrap piece of paper. renjun opens his note book, revealing his subpar notes. “dude, what-- how much time do you spend actually taking notes?” y/n asks before revealing their organized notes that definitely weren’t the best, but better than renjun’s. “i look out the window more than i pay attention, ha...” renjun admits with a sheepish smile. “sure, just read my notes and copy whatever you need.” y/n says nonchalantly. “thank you so much, you’re a life saver, y/n!” renjun exclaims. “of course i am, i’m me.” y/n says unexpectedly, before ‘posing’ and rolling their eyes.

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after some time had passed, renjun had gotten distracted. “junie, can i tell you something?” y/n asked, looking at renjun’s renovated notes. “sure, whats up?” renjun responds while flipping his pencil between his fingers. “there’s this girl that likes me, but i don’t like her back. it’s kinda so awkward, but i don’t want it to be. ugh, its so frustrating!” y/n whines as they drum their fingers against the table. “oh? who is it? can i know?” renjun immediately asks. “she told me tot to tell anyone. so i’m kinda already not listening, but as long as i don’t tell you her name that should be fine, right?” renjun whines and begins asking more questions. “is she nice? do i know her? when-” “shut up.” y/n cuts him off and runs their temples. “she’s... its not like she’s not nice, and you don’t know her, okay? ugh, i shouldn’t have even tried telling you about my love life.” y/n grumbles. “love life?” renjun asks. “maybe you could repay me by telling me something.” y/n offers, a smirk growing on their face. renjun tries hard not to blush and looks away quickly. “there’s, uh, nothing to talk about, ha.” he explains half heartedly. “sure there is! maybe not recent, but tell me something at least a little interesting.” y/n persuades. “uh, well, last year i made friends with this... person, and i liked them. they, uh, they moved away. yea.” renjun cant help but blush as he struggles to find literally anything else to do. “yea, sure.” y/n takes note of his blush and can’t help but wonder if he’s lying. 

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y/n begins packing up and renjun looks at them in confusion. “you have to go?” he asks, trying to hide his disappointment. “yea, im sorry. you got everything you needed, right?” y/n responds. y/n has a knack for ignoring renjun, the way he blushes, the way he often looks at them with wide eyes, the way he looks around aimlessly when he thinks, the way he throws his head back when he laughs, the way he bends his knees when he screams into the air when he’s frustrated or flustered, and... maybe they didn’t ignore renjun. maybe they didnt ignore him at all. “yea, thank you so much!” and he smiles the cutest smile and starts packing up his things as well. “you have a ride home? i’m taking the bus.” y/n asks. “i’m taking the bus too! maybe we should get a snack for the ride?” “YES.” y/n answers right away. renjun laughs and throws back his head, just like how y/n was just thinking about. a small smile creeps up y/n’s face and a boldness takes over. “you’re adorable, you know that?” y/n asks, swinging their backpack over their shoulder. renjun blushes, and hard. his heart races and he struggles to come up with a reply as his hand thoughtlessly covers his smile. “adorable, ha.” he says quietly. y/n internally yells and waits for him. “yea. so what type of snack do you want?”

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on the bus with chip bags on their laps, the silence is almost comforting, right before it’s not. the bus stops to let in more people, and renjun looks at y/n. y/n pops more chips in their mouth before looking back, and renjun swiftly looks away. they’re sitting next to each other, and renjun has never been that close to y/n. he starts noticing their more delicate features up close and feels his chest tightening. after y/n swallows the chips, they look at renjun’s hand, a single ring on his pointer finger. mindlessly, they pick it up to examine the ring. renjun’s heart starts beating louder at the contact, and he looks out the window without knowing what else to do. “pretty ring.” y/n says. “thank you, chenle gave it to me.” he says, smiling shyly. “so you’re married?” y/n says, a single brow raised. renjun takes back his hand and and looks at his ring. “its not like that! besides, i dont like him.” he says. “do you like someone else then?” “maybe.” renjun mutters so quietly that he can barely hear himself. “HA! I KNEW IT!”  y/n celebrates their small victory and renjun looks back towards the window with a stupid smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks.

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once renjun reaches his stop, he stands up. “this you?” y/n asks. “yea, bye!” he says, almost sadly walking in front of y/n to get out of the aisle. “no, not bye, lemme walk with you the rest of the way.” y/n says and gets up, walking out and away from the bus shortly after. renjun smiles to himself and walks towards his street, leading the way. “so... who is it?” y/n asks. renjun blushes and covers his face. “i can’t tell you that!” he says. “why not? huh? i’ll tell you mine.” y/n says. “yoU HAVE A CRUSH?” renjun practically screams. “yea, it’s not a big deal.” y/n says, right before pulling two lollipops out of their pocket and handing one to renjun. “fine, but, please don’t hate me.” renjun pleads, putting the wrapper into his pocket. “i promise i wont hate you. who is it?” “well, we only started being friends recently, but they’re just so.. i don’t know. and i’ve told jisung this, but i would do anything for them.” he says, trying hard not to stutter and even harder to not get a heart attack. y/n puts the lollipop in their mouth, and renjun follows. “anything?” y/n asks playfully. “yea, pretty much. i don’t even know why i like them so much, they act like... i don’t know, they kind of ignore me.” y/n secretly wondered what type of human would be able to ignore someone as nice and as attractive as renjun. “ignore you? it’s hard to do that with how whiny you are.” y/n laughs and renjun whines. “see, i told you!” y/n says and smiles around their lollipop. “anyways, do i know them?” y/n asks shortly after. “yea, kinda... hah, all of a sudden i dont really wanna talk about it anymore, so, bye?” renjun forces his hands into his pockets. was he really ready to confess? “fine, i’ll tell you about mine then. he’s really charming in his own way, and i just realized that i liked him recently. we also haven’t been friends for long, ha. i don’t know why, there’s just something about him, his cute little habits are so endearing to me. ew, i sound gross.” y/n pretends to vomit, and renjun sighs lowly. “you really do like him, huh?” he asks, defeated. “yea, i guess i really do.”  y/n smiles to themselves and nudges renjun.

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renjun kicks at a rock before stopping in front of a house. “well, this is my house, so...” “right.” y/n nods and presses their lips together. “hey, could you do me a favor?” y/n asks, right before renjun goes to walk up to the door. “sure, anything you want?” “anything?” y/n asks with a smile on their face. renjun lightly blushes, before saying quietly, “yea, anything.” he sends a small smile and y/n can’t help but walk closer to the boy. renjun’s heart starts pounding inside his chest. did he just confess?   y/n reaches out to him and gives him a hug. renjun frantically tries placing his hands on y/n’s back multiple times before finally resting them in one spot, placing his head in the crook of their neck. to him, it felt like they fit together perfectly. a giant smile paints his lips and y/n starts retracting their arms. ‘it’s you, renjun.” y/n faulters with their words. renjun’s eyes go wide and his lips part to let in air. he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “me. i am? it’s… what? he says, absolutely speechless. “you’re the guy i was talking about earlier. not that it matters.” y/n shrugs, trying to hide the fact that their heart was absolutely racing. “it does, uh, to me, because, you’re the person i was talking about earlier too, so…” he hides his face with his hand and looks away. ‘you think i ignore you?’ y/n says, surprised. ‘uh, a little bit…” he admits, shyly. he felt like he was going to explode, he was so flustered. “sorry, i’ll try to pay more attention to you?” y/n offers, paired with a crooked smile. renjun bends his knees and screams into the air, making y/n smile and laugh shortly after. “sorry, and, yea, that would be nice.” y/n hesitates before stepping forward and planting a quick kiss on renjun’s cheek, sending the poor love-struck boy’s heart to heaven and hell at the same time. a wide goofy smile is shared between the both of them. “ill text you?” y/n offers, hands trying to find a place to stop before finally landing in their pockets. “yes, great! i mean, uh, cool. very cool.” renjuns fails to hide his excitement as he practically floats on air and lets out a sigh, shooting y/n a thumbs up. “very cool, yes.” y/n laughs and finally leaves the boy to go inside, and he automatically starts jumping in a circle and clapping out of happiness.

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the end! 

[stvllioner]

FLF Day 2

𝐀𝐬𝐮𝐢 𝐱 『𝐆𝐍』𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): Thalassophobia — Fear of deep/dark water. party planning gone wrong.

↬ ᴄʀᴇᴅs: x, x.

↬ ʀᴍ: february love fest

↬ ᴀ/ɴ: i need to stop posting mad late hhh- LOL so like my information about frogs maybe wrong in this because i couldnt have been bothered to fact check it,,, aNYways if there is anything wrong with the phobia part (or frog part vknfj) that needs to be fixed, lmk ASAP! we’re here for a good time, not a bad one. this one isnt angsty like the other one but i hope it still does it justice. <3

Asui had planned a birthday get-together for you and your friends to celebrate your most recent birthday.

she had spent days coordinating it, double-checking people could attend, and even had a cake specially made for the joyous occasion.

for her, we all know how natural it is for her to enjoy spots like this. places with enough sunlight exposure, the warm sand, AND a nice cool/scenic ocean? this was literally heaven (couldn't beat ponds tho).

she didn’t think or fathom the idea that anyone could have a fear for it so the party was brainless, easy, fun.

“You’ll see — ribbit.” Tsuyu smiled as she tapped the passenger seat for you to climb in on. 

You were skeptical, climbing in anyways for your beloved girlfriend. You didn’t know what to think when she had told you to wear something light, prepared for anything. You trusted Asui with your life so you were at least sure she wouldn’t do anything with the intent of hurting you.

intentionally.

you were without a doubt excited before you had arrived at your destination. your mouth dried up and you couldn’t help but feel the twists and knots start to form in your stomach. you clutched at the bag as you started to bite your lip, your overall demeanor changing.

your girlfriend glanced over to look at you, softly frowning at your anxious posture.

“Is something wrong?” You perked up at the question, quickly trying to change your look. You pulled a bright smile and nervously laughed, hand resting on the back of your neck.

“I’m-I’m just fine! Do I look fine?” You ask nervously, your unsteady facial expression showing off your true feelings.

“...No” 

“Oh”

it gets quiet in the Jeep wrangler, the gentle sounds of cars passing by and nature consumed your hearing for a few moments. sadly it had grown awkward. you shifted to talk before she takes the mic from you.

“I just-”

“Is there-”

“...”

almost as if you both were in sync, you apologized and paused once again. you couldn’t help but laugh at how silly it was, a snicker starting from you and a training effect of laughter coming from her. arguably, sometimes it was awkward between you both with her blunt but meek nature and this often happened.

“You go first.” Tsuyu encourages, unbuckling her seatbelt and shifting so she could have her full attention on you.

oh. you had forgotten the reason why it had become awkward in the first place.

“I um…” You mumble, twiddling with your fingers as you unbuckled yourself as well, eyes checking back at her as you spoke. “I’m afraid of water. Like — really deep water. Ocean deep water.”

she listened to you talk and nodded her head in understanding. her bottom lip pouted, looking down as she realized.

“I’m so sorry Y/N — ribbit — I didn’t even think to ask you if you liked the beach or not.” Tsuyu frowns, hands coming up to clasp yours as she starts to think of something else. “Do you want to go somewhere else? I can cancel the trip.”

“No no, it’s okay! I’m okay.” You smile sheepishly. You flinch once she glares at you, her eyes stern.

“N/N…” 

“Tsu…”

She sighs, shaking her head. “You know I don’t want to make you do something you’re uncomfortable with. 

You nod sternly. You squeeze her hands and bring up the back of her hands for a kiss. 

“I-I promise I’m fine! I just can’t get too close or deep… or I’ll faint.” You shift your eyes away, mumbling the last part.

“We’ll move the party.” 

“No!”

“Yes. For your own good — ribbit.” She grabs her phone and starts tapping away. You sigh feeling guilty but this was to be expected. She was the type to not even have a chance of something going bad if it could be avoided. “We’ll just have to celebrate at our house.” 

You felt bubbly at her persistence, smiling a bit before leaning over to kiss her cheek and buckling in as well once she was ready.

“I love you~” You teased. 

She doesn’t say anything but give you a playful look back, softly blushing but trying to keep it at bay. 

“I love you too.”

[forbidding-souda]

uhhh idk how to request a matchup without sounding awkward so i guess i’m just gonna jump right in?? i’m curious to know which of the dr boys you’d pair me with but honestly i’m cool with getting matched with anybody!! anyways — i’m a bisexual female, my mbti type is infp, and my zodiac sign is cancer! i have brown hair and brown eyes (which i’ve always felt is boring like why couldn’t i be blonde or smth hhh-), i wear glasses, and tbh i’m... kinda chubby,,, i’ve honestly never really felt like i’m attractive and i’ve been insecure about my appearance for as long as i can remember. i’m actually insecure about a LOT of things come to think about it, but i feel like i do an okay job of hiding it? if that makes sense? unless you’re a close friend of mine or someone i’m pretty comfortable around i’m not really gonna open up about stuff like that, or much of anything lol. uhhh, moving on... hobbies! i have those! most of the things i enjoy are pretty standard ig,,, i like to paint and draw (i’m not good enough by my own standards though) (yet another insecurity! how fun!), play video games, and write! i also like to make jewelry,,, i make earrings for myself a lot and i really love to make kandi while i watch tv or smth. this is getting REALLY long but i’ve yet to talk about my actual personality so i’ve got no choice but to make this ~longer~ so sorry about that,,, i don’t really feel like i’m one of those people who has a solid personality, if that makes sense? maybe i just don’t know myself well enough to put a label on it but i don’t really feel like there’s anything distinct about me lol. people often tell me that i’m funny, and i *do* like to joke around and be the ~class clown~ if you will but i wouldn’t say i’m a comedian or anything. honestly, i’m pretty ambiverted (is that even a word??). i’m the type of person who NEEDS time to myself to just, idk, chill, but i also come ALIVE in social situations and deep down i really enjoy getting to be around a lot of people, especially in a more party-like setting. i’m pretty sensitive, too. i get my feelings hurt really easily and sometimes things upset me on a level they shouldn’t. sometimes when i start to cry (which is often) i can’t stop and i’ll just keep crying until i can’t anymore even if i’m over whatever it was that made me cry in the first place. uhh i’m gonna stop here ig because this is SO long, i honestly did not even plan on writing this much and i’m sO sorry you had to read all that!! (also hopefully this makes some amount of sense, i’m kinda sleepy rn and am also too lazy to read this over to check for typos so if this happens to be incomprehensible feel free to ignore it lmao)

I’m always too lazy to read things over for typos and I have a blog with 1k it’s fine BSHDASBHA

Here’s who I match you up with

Here omg okay so immediately I was like “who would wear the jewelry and kandi you make” and then it just went uphill from there.

I think he would be amazing at hyping you up at any given moment. And he wouldn’t mind if you cry. I think at first he would not know what to do, but he’s quick to warm up and just wrap you in his arms and to tell you to just let it out. 

Like you, he is also chill but also wild asf in party settings. You two would have a lot of fun in those situations oooooo cuties.

[comfy-whumpee]

NaNoWriMo Extract 1

As my writing brain has been taken over by this (admittedly whumpy) project, I thought I'd share some of the story. As it’s NaNo, it is all extremely first-draft and you will likely see typos and awkward phrasing.

It was on the third anniversary of their escape, and there was no way it was a coincidence.

Rain was the one who opened the door. Draped in an oversized woollen cardigan, dyed a faded forest green and hanging over their hands with the sleeves too long, they were the unassuming one of the duo living at the seaside cottage. Their hair was tousled as though they had just woken up, though it was 11am. Hazel eyes gleamed in a round, serene face, with nothing but the slightest purse of the lips to indicate that Rain did not enjoy receiving visitors.

Their tranquillity shattered when the door swung wide and revealed a skinny, pale man with shaggy blond hair around a stubble-smattered face, hugging his elbows in a half-slump on the doorstep.

The door slammed shut again before Rain knew what they were doing, and they stumbled back. The floorboards were dark and slippery under their bed socks as they paced back, back again, and their shoulder bumped into the doorframe to the kitchen.

"Rain?"

Footsteps clumped towards them, and a vision of brown skin and black clothes moved across their blurry sight. Fingers moved to rest on their cheek, tipping their head up gently. A beautiful face with dark, shadowy eyes came into focus.

"Hhh," Rain tried to speak, and realised suddenly that they were barely breathing.

There was another knock on the door. Why was he knocking?

"Breathe, raincloud." A deep, warm voice, the sound of safety. "Breathe, you know how."

Rain's chest stuttered and jerked, and the air poured down their throat. "Hh-he's here," they wheezed. "He's here."

Thick brows pulled down over her eyes. "Are you sure?"

Rain nodded, up-down-down-up, shivering with the effort. "I-I'm sure."

She didn't ask any further questions. She pulled her hand back. "Go to the bathroom upstairs. Lock yourself in. You're going to be okay, I promise."

They nodded, down-up-down, and at her gentle nudge, they hurried upstairs. Their ears were ringing. Uncoordinated limbs managed to climb the staircase until they were on the next floor, and after a brief, panic-induced hesitation where they couldn't remember where the bathroom was – they scurried into it and closed the door, pulling the bolt over.

From downstairs, they heard the patter of another knock on their door.

Then, all there was left to do was sit down on the edge of the bath and try to catch their breath. In and out, they knew how. They can breathe. They can breathe.

-

Kala was doing her morning stretches when the door slammed, sending a bang through the house and reaching her all the way out in the back garden.

She was running inside immediately, abandoning her yoga met and dumbbells to the grass. Through the kitchen, and she found Rain pressed against the wall beside the door, eyes wide and face drained out to  sickly tan instead of their usual warm beige.

He's here. Rain was sure. They rarely said things they weren't sure of, but she had to ask anyway. She had to be sure herself. If it wasn't that guy, and she was about to open the door to a stranger, she would probably get in legal trouble, given what she was planning on doing.

She waited until she heard the bathroom door lock. Rain didn't have to be part of this. They wouldn't be able to stand up to this guy gain; that much was clear enough.

Kala stretched her shoulder muscles and glanced around for any likely weapons. Short of an umbrella, there didn't seem to be anything useful. Better to use her own fists.

The bastard knocked again. Why the fuck would he do this? There was nothing to gain.

She sighed, she rolled her neck, and she strode to the door. Five, four, three, two, and she pulled it open.

One split-second pause to check that the face of the visitor was the same face that had haunted their nightmares for years. One momentary hesitation. And then she lashed, knowing she wouldn't get another chance.

To her surprise, when the blow swung out, he looked at it, but didn't crumble. It smacked into his nose and he blinked dazedly.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Kala shouted, hoping someone from the neighbourhood notice that she has a fucking wanted criminal on her doorstep trying to get in.

Two bony hands clutched his face, and Kala noticed bruises across the knuckles. Fuck, what poor bastard had he beaten up recently? She moved forwards again, filling the doorway. "Get the fuck away from us before I call the fucking cops."

Yeah, said the cynical voice in her head, because a trans woman of colour punching a white guy is going to end well for you.

He still didn't move. He lowered his hands slowly, and the look in his eyes was panicked, even confused. She didn't move an inch as he blinked again, blood trickling from one nostril, and after a pause, he spoke in a hoarse voice. "I'm sorry, I..."

Icy wind flew up her spine and she grabbed him by the collar of his ragged flannel shirt. "Shut up and leave!" she barked, over the sudden pounding of her heart at hearing his voice again. "Leave us alone!"

"I need help," he croaked. The panic in his eyes was real. "P-Please." He stepped closer, almost to the threshold, and Kala instinctively stepped back, letting go of the door to raise her arms defensively. "Please, I-I don't remember - I don't know where I am or - or who."

"Bullshit," she spat. "Bullshit, what the fuck are you playing at? Get out of here or I'll fucking tackle you. You're not hurting me again. You're not hurting Rain."

His eyes widen, and fuck, he must be a good actor to be pulling this off. But that's all it is, that's all it can be, an act. It's an act. He's the same fucking monster he always was. "I don't - I don't want to hurt anyone, I... Please." Another step forwards, and he was in the house, stare plaintive, hands - shaking? How was he getting his hands to shake like that? "Please," he said again.

"Rot in hell," she snapped, but her voice was tight. He was too close. The blood was crimson down his face and some buried instinct told her she would pay for that. Or - Rain would.

"Kala?"

Fuck, speak of the devil. She didn't turn. "Stay back, Rain. He's pulling some shit."

"I heard." Their voice was calm, diffident, as their footsteps descended the stairs. "He says he can't remember anything?"

"He says," Kala said, as the weasel man before her nodded, turning his sad grey eyes up to her best friend.

"You don't know your name?"

He shook his head.

"You don't know who we are?"

He shook his head again.

"But you're here."

His gaze dropped. Caught in a fucking lie.

"I... I-I remember the address, I knew it was - somewhere important." He hesitated, fingers coming up to tug through his tangled ponytail. "I don't... I didn't know it was, that I was someone who hurt you."

"Mm." Rain took another step, and Kala felt their hand slip around her elbow, holding her back from lashing out again. "You want us to help you?"

Surely the guy didn't have the fucking nerve.

"Yes, please," he said, staring at the floorboards now. From this angle, she could see there were more bruises under his shirt, clustered around the neckline of the tank top he was wearing under it.

Rain thought. Kala let them. They were the brains of the outfit. "I think we might. But we have to do some things to keep ourselves safe, you know? This house has an attic, Kala, do you think he could have that as his room?"

The attic wasn't a room. It was bare rafters and beams, with a square of floor in the middle that was little more than corkboard. "Yeah, if you... If that's what you want, Rain," she agreed. "Come on. Up the stairs, and don't try anything fucking funny."

"I won't," came the quick reply, and his eyes were slightly wide, disgustingly earnest. "Thank you," he turned to Rain, "thank you."

[radramblog]

Rating the letters of the alphabet

I feel like part of my style of comedy is just rambling about shit and making loose connections between things as part of an overall bit. I think. I’m no expert on myself, unfortunately.

The inspiration for the following absolute load of shite is trying to search Tiermaker for nothing. Like, no characters in the search bar. Didn’t come up with anything. Did a search for just a space. No dice. What about just a? Surely that’ll bring up everything with an A in the title. But it didn’t, and I was somewhat disappointed.

Then my head started writing bits about letters and that’s how we got here. This is probably really stupid, but maybe it’ll at least be fun. Wordplay is cool, though maybe not my strong suit? Anyway.

A: A is one of the two letters that’s also just a word, as you’ve just seen, giving it a necessary promotion in rank. Not a lot of things get to double up like that, though with the “an” ligature maybe it’s actually a double or nothing. But because of the confusing common connection crossing contexts for the character, it gets somewhat awkward to talk about the letter in conversation. An A, in my opinion, A does not get. 4/5.

B: B is also just a word letter but unlike A when you write it out you have to stick a few extra letters on to make it work, making it not as good. But B’s association with bees isn’t enough, because in the year of our lord, like, 2019 or something, it would become inextrixably linked with shite memes as the B emoji became king. And I just don’t respect that. It’s otherwise a fine letter, dragged down by its company. 2/5.

C: Oh come on now, the word doesn’t even have a C in it anymore! You can sea the see without any of our tertiary letter’s involvement whatsoever. Not to mention how its two main sounds are just copies from other letters wholesale. C must be confusing to non-english speakers, I’d imagine. C as a grade gets what C as a grade typically entails for many a schoolchild. 3/5.

D: It would be remiss of me not to give a sterling grade to the D. Why, none of us would be here without it. While many a youth may find the D to be quite a humourous subject, I assure you I’m taking it with the gravest of sincerity when I say the D has got to be one of the best letters of all.

And by D I mean deity, of course. Wait, what did you think I meant? 5/5.

E: The absolute absurdity that is the E meme elevates E efficiently enough to excel beyond many another vowel. However, it is also the single most common letter in the English language, going so far as to open the damn name. It’s to the point where someone made a point of writing an entire book without using it, and I think Gadsby is cool but mayhaps avoiding fifth uncial was a bit showy. I can’t help but mark it down for the sake of hipster cred. 3/5.

F: F is for Fuck. I like the word Fuck. F is for paying respects. I think the military-industrial complex has poisoned our cultural landscape to the point that a reference to one of its most prized productions’ awkward moments has become one of the most colloquially used meme letters in existence, And That’s Terrible. 3/5, I’m conflicted.

G: Man literally who the fuck cares about G. What is it even good for. Just an absolute waste of a letter, total shithouse. It’s NATO equivalent is Golf, the Worst Sport, too. Who asked for any of this? Just use a J instead, it’s cooler. 1/5.

H: I’ve seen “Hhh” used enough times in written forms of pornography to not consider it a Horny Letter. That and it, being short for Hentai, is often used to denote adult material in Japan. Basically what im saying is, I think this gets worse the less sex-positive you are. 6/9.

I: I think I’ve said enough about letter words already, but I is another high-tier one because like A I is just it’s own thing. It can also, however, be a bit confusing, looking just like an l a lot of the time, and having to constantly capitalise it is a pain in the ass. I also don’t have a particularly high opinion of myself, so a high opinion of I seems disingenuous. 3/5.

J: Clearly the best letter, hands down. I’m definitely not biased. There are so few letters as underappreciated by J- a fact many a person who’s had to do that “assign yourself an alliterative adjective” icebreaker game has had to reckon with. Because it appears to be a lot more popular with names than with words, and that just kind of sucks. 6/5.

K: K has in some circles managed to bump off its partner to become yet another letter word, though in a very informal abbreviated sense. However, when you’re looking into scientific fields, eventually said partner returns, having lost some weight on the trip down to absolute zero. This all makes complete sense in my head, and I’m sure is a lot less funny to anyone who doesn’t live there. 4/5.

L: I’d argue that L doesn’t cop its namesake. It’s a really useful letter, loads of words use it, especially in pairs, and my ADHD-brain thought it was fun to just say LLLLLLLLLLL for a bit while I was thinking about this so I guess that’s staying in now. Put me down as an L Lobbyist. 4/5.

M: Mmmmmm. M&Ms. But also it’s kind of a pain to write. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. 3/5.

N: I’d like to fight whoever decided we should have two letters that sound so similar right bloody next to each other in the alphabet. Actually, who the fuck even decided the alphabet’s order to begin with? Maybe it should go M to N, that’ll bloody show you. 2/5.

O: Our fourth vowel, and perhaps one of the underappreciated ones. O is similarly a letter word, but a much more common one considering its use as an interjection. It’s also one half of a very powerful letter combo, as we’ll see. 4/5.

P: There’s the other half. Many a joke involves OP as a phrase, whether it mean overpowered or original poster, and the letters’ adjacency is a lovely bit of serendipity. Whenever I say P out loud, on its own, I have to resist the urge to do some incredibly shitty beatboxing, which may or may not be a good sign. 4/5.

Q: I was going to write some very harsh words about Q, and its dependency on U, but then I realised that that is probably hate speech against the disabled. It still sucks, though. 0/5.

R: R is the one I am most struggling to think of things to say about. R is another letter that’s just kinda there. I’m sure the Roberts and Rachels of the world would disagree with me, though. It’s also the name of a program that I know has traumatised a lot of young biologist wannabes, slapping us with a whole pile of maths and statistics when we just wanted to look at cool plants and shit. Or in my case, cool cells and shit. 2/5.

S: The most overrated consonant, but also the thing that makes plurals not a pain in the ass. However I’m going to lean towards giving S a positive rating, if only because it’s associated with snakesssss (and serpentine characters who can talk) and I like those. 3/5.

T: I don’t think T gets enough credit as one of the pillars of the English language. A lot of very common words feature it, and yet it feels like it never gets the same level of credit as big shots like S or half of the vowels. T is like the character actor of the alphabet, is basically what I’m saying. 4/5.

U: Ah, the letter Americans hate for some reason. I think this is actually commentary on the history of American politics. Because throughout history, America has been extremely selfish and self-centered, while attempting to present a positive image that people are finally seeing past. They only entered WWI and WWII when it was convenient for them, they started wars and initiated coups in even their allies for petty ideological reasons, and they’ve gone to war with several countries and funded wars with several others seeming just for shits and giggles. Because apparently if you’re not an American, then you’re not one of them, and that means they hate U. 4/5.

V: I actually think V is underrated. It’s a fun sound. That’s it, no joke here. It’s neat, I like it. 4/5.

W: This may come as a shock to you, but double-u over here is actually two Vs! unless you’re writing in cursive, but fuck cursive. The French actually have it right on this one, naming it double-v (pronounced doobleh-vay). Add in the fact that it’s literally just M upside down, and you’ve got a pretty shite letter. 1/5.

X: There’s a reason literally every “A is for Apple” thing you see made for kids uses Xylophone for X, and that’s because there are no commonly used words that start with it. Seriously, it’s all just scientific terms- I’d argue X-Ray is more common than Xylophone in common parlance, but also, who wants to explain imaging to a kid. It doesn’t even get a second page of words on Dictionary.com. X also has implications as a letter word, that I’d rather avoid at the moment. 2/5.

Y: Ah, Ygreck, everyone’s favourite “what the fuck, France?” moment. Between that and being sorta kinda not really a vowel, Y prompts its own question more often than I’d care to admit. 2/5.

Z: As a (technical) member of the generation associated with this letter- on the one hand, I’m sorry, on the other, y’all have it coming. The final letter of the alphabet, one of the other ones worth 10 in scrabble (and yet X isn’t???), and one we probably got pretty sick of in the early 00s when it was everywhere- ironically, when most of the generation was getting born. 2/5.

And that’s the lot of them. I hope this didn’t alienate any non-English speakers too hard. It’s probably fine.

Join me for more bullshit next time I have another stupid idea. I mean, tomorrow.

[undercooked-ravioloni]

hi! could you some angsty hoodie/masky/slender x nonbinary reader please? if so, thank you so much! i love your writing :,)

hhh forgive me, this took sO LONG and i still have mixed feelings about it

i really hope it’ll be worth the wait though QvQ

—  l o v e r || masky x nonbinary!reader

You had given up on trying to free yourself a long time ago.

Instead you were trying to calm your breathing and quivering so that could focus on your other senses, now that your eyes were blindfolded. The rustling around you, the roughness of the rope around your wrists - you swallowed, your mind going crazy with anticipation. 

Of course, you hadn’t the slightest idea of what was going to happen to you, but - and this was just a vague feeling - there seemed to be some hesitance on the behalf of your abductors who had yet to touch you since they tied you up some time ago. They were tiptoeing around you, even though you had already felt their strength when they had initially grabbed you and pulled you back to them as you attempted to escape. Since then, their every move had seemed impossibly gentle. Almost as if you made them as nervous as they made you. The ropes were the only lingering warning, digging into your skin and making your fingers tingle. 

The familiar feeling of your soft blanket around you made you jump and you immediately started thrashing as it closed around you and a set of hands tried to keep you in place. You choked back on a desperate sob as your legs were grabbed too, practically forcing you to be still as they were tied together too. You were then hauled up and tossed over something - a shoulder? - before everything started to move and you felt your stomach twist as you swayed around with the rhythm of their steps.

Leaves crunched under your captors’ feet all while the sickening sway settled into a pit of dull discomfort at the bottom of your stomach. You had no idea where you were and after what might’ve been an hour into the walk, you had given up on trying to locate yourself. Now, you tried to focus on the feeling of the chilly air on your skin to stop yourself from thinking. And yet, some thoughts managed to break through the fog you had imposed on your mind and they all circled back to Tim.

Tim.

Hand hesitantly holding flowers out to you Tim. Awkward hugs and embarrassed, avoidant gazes Tim. Appearing on your doorstep in his bloody flannel without a word of explanation Tim. 

Your boyfriend to whom you never got the chance to say “I love you” Tim.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as fresh tears settled on your eyelashes. Was it foolish to hope he’d somehow find you again ?

“Set them down.” 

The person carrying you came to a stop and your head perked up at the sound of a familiar voice. A Godsend. 

“You-You know I can’t do-do-do that Masky.”

Masky?

“Let them go,” Yet the voice was unmistakably familiar. You don’t think you had ever heard it so desperate before. “Please.”

“The boss wanted to see what’s been keeping you busy lately,” A new voice commented. “Of course, he had a hunch already, but he won’t be happy if we fail a simple abduction.”

“I know,” Tim pressed on. 

He knows?

“I’ll shoulder the responsibilities, I’ll take the blame. Just- just don’t hurt them. Please,” This time, Tim’s voice was punctuated with the sound of a gun being cocked. “They have nothing to do with this.”

You were lowered onto the ground slowly, hesitantly, and before you could register the sound of footsteps retreating from your form, a pair of hands brushed against your cheeks, making you flinch.

“[Name]...” Tim’s voice was soft as he wiped away a few stray tears streaming down your cheeks. You whimpered his name out in response, relieved to be feeling his presence so nearby. He took your hands in his and after a bit of struggling with them, your binds were cut loose. He rubbed your wrists lovingly, pecking each one once where the rope had dug into your flesh. He then freed your feet but when you reached out for the blindfold, he stopped you.

“Don’t.”

“Tim...?” You whispered out hesitantly.

“Just-Just trust me, alright? Keep it on for now.”

You nodded slowly. Tim breathed a sigh of relief before picking you up and taking off at full speed. You clenched onto the fabric of his shirt, just wanting to be back home, in bed, next to your boyfriend already. 

When the two of you did arrive to the familiar building, however, Tim only stopped at the door, not daring to come in. He set you down carefully before untying the blindfold. You blinked, shielding your eyes momentarily at the sudden change in lighting. Then, you quickly looked Tim up and down - panting, hair sticking out in all directions, a few cuts on his skin. 

“I love you.” 

The way he flinched at your words made your heart drop.

“I’m sorry,” Was his reply and your throat closed up. He took a step back and you could hear your heart shatter on the steps of your front door. “We... We can’t be together.”

You opened your mouth, closed it, eyes blankly staring at him. He reached out for you but you stumbled back, pressing up against your door. His hand hung limply in the air before he pulled it back to himself.

“It’s my fault you were taken tonight,” He started through gritted teeth, “We should never have gotten this close- I knew it was dangerous all along and I still dragged you into it. I’m sorry.”

Those were the last words he said to you. 

You stood there, torn between wanting to cuss out after him for playing with your heart and wanting to run after him and kiss him like none of it mattered. 

Instead you remained glued in your spot, unable to say anything, as you watched him glance back at you regretfully. He receded down the road, leaving you so unceremoniously.

And even though nobody was watching, you were grateful when raindrops splattered at your feet, and then onto your cheeks, just in time to conceal your tears.

[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader (Post!Final Arc)

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This one will be a short one because I'm busy for a moment in university (I'm still doing my thesis tho) So, I only do 1 or 2 request/day from now on. Thank you for your understanding!

Also, Genya is A L I V E YAAAAY

He was sitting on engawa, eating Ohagi and drinking tea Genya made for him. His hand was holding a nichirin, caressing the scabbard.

"Sanemi." You called his name from his behind with the most gentle voice you ever had. He turned his head around, found you smiled tenderly. You're still gorgeous as he remembered, your hair, eyes, lips, puffy cheeks, anything. Sanemi almost lost words on describing how beautiful you are in that white kimono he bought for you

"(y/n)."

"How is my husband doing?" You walked towards him, joining him on the engawa.

"Great, especially when you fucking finally came home."

You didn't say anything but let out writhed and awkward laugh. You took his hand, looking at his two fingers which already sliced off because of his battle with Kokushibou. You kissed them one by one, seized that rough and scarred hand, cupping it into your cheek. He could feel the warmness of your skin dissipate into his palm.

"You are alive."

"Oi, what kind of statement is that?" He grinned. "Of course, who the fuck do you think I am."

"Hhh, I know you will say that. Just when I thought the mood will be more in intimate state... You really like to ruin everything." He chuckled while ruffling your hair.

"Juuust kidding." You pouted and puffed your cheek but eventually laugh with him too.

You put your head on his shoulder, intertwined his fingers with yours. The skinship he carved for almost weeks and months not really fulfilled but, this will do.

"You still have mission, on these days?" Sanemi asked.

"Well, it can't be helped. The demons are still out there."

"And you didn't reply to my letter."

"I'm busy."

"That's a lame excuse. You even rarely visited me even though you're my wife."

"It depends on you, actually. I couldn't reply to your letter. How is your bonsai activity doing?"

"Good."

"Do you eat properly?"

"I do. Stop questioning ordinary things like that again."

"But your sunken cheek didn't lie to me. If you just eat Ohagi, you'll become Ohagi someday."

"Shut up, who do you think I am, a brat?"

You giggled.

The wind blew his hair. The bell on the ceiling collided and made soothing clings sound. You and him admired the beauty of the bonsai in front of you. It was all from his handmade.

"Sanemi." You called him again.

"Yeah."

"Are you happy?"

"It's hard to say it, but yeah, it's kinda different without your annoying voice and irritating gesture."

"That's really a way to say it. Are you feeling lonely?"

"Guess."

"I can't read your mind."

"You could read my mind."

"Ever since you beat Muzan, I think you became much more childish."

"And if I am?"

"You'll be a troublesome bro for Genya."

"Nah. Why are we talking about Genya, just guess already."

"Hm, okay. Dun-dudu-duun~ Shinazugawa Sanemi felt super lonely, painfully lonely when his wife, Shinazugawa (y/n) gone awaaaay... But Sanemi had to bear it. And he could do it! Yaaay!!"

"What's with that weirdass voice."

"Uh-hum, nothing. I love you."

Sanemi didn't respond with anything. You already knew he loves you, you certain about that and Sanemi didn't feel like he had to state it again. He loved you from the depth of his heart.

The bell rings again.

"Aniki?" Genya's voice was heard from the front door, but Sanemi didn't care a bit. This world was like for both of you. It's just you and him inside. It's just you and his happiness that matter.

"Sanemi, I had to go. Genya is coming." You released your fingers from his, kissed his forehead with your tender lips. He held your hem, not letting you go.

"No, I don't want to."

"Sanemi."

"Stay here. Forget the mission, forget all of those dumb things, I don't fucking care about demons anymore."

"I know, but..." You moved yourself towards him, cupped his cheek and nudge his nose.

"You had to let me go..."

"Don't-"

"Aniki, you hold the nichirin again. It will hurt you." Genya came to the engawa. You stood up. Sanemi still not let go of you.

"Sanemi, listen to your brother." You begged him so. "Sanemi, let me go."

Sanemi unsheated the nichirin, caressed the blade. The sword broken into two parts. The hilt was almost breaking apart. He touched the sharp side, it's sting and made his fingertips bleed.

"(y/n), you broke your sword again. Quit being so reckless." He smiled.

Genya gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.

His brother did 'this' again.

He can't take this anymore.

"Cut it out, cut it out already!" He moved towards his brother, faced him, and grabbed both of his shoulder. "That's enough, let her go!!" He shouted at his face.

Sanemi didn't react. His eyes were empty, his smile was flat, and he still caressed the unknown nichirin even though it bleed him more.

Genya held his breath harshly, he looked down at the nichirin.

It's yours.

He gritted his teeth. He couldn't, he just couldn't saw his brother like this.

You held your tears. You know exactly he still won't let you go until this moment.

Genya knew all of it, because he was there, in that nightmare fortress.

"Genya, tell him, I'm sorry, I couldn't make it. Tell him to forget about me, tell him to look for other wife that more suitable for him than me. Tell him to be happy, that's my last wish."

He's the one who held your hand, he's the one who told you to not leave both of them, he's the one who looked in horror when half of your lower body gone, he's the one who told Sanemi about your condition.

But Sanemi is the only one who didn't believe it. He didn't fulfill your wish. He rejected all of the things that happened to you on that day.

Genya knew he must do it.

And with final rasp and harsh voice, Genya slapped his big brother with a pain reality once again.

"SHE'S ALREADY DEAD!!!"