#this scenario has been in my head for more than 20 minutes

[lyramundana]

Coming back with my usual poly minsung shit (i swear I love everyone equally, they’re just got me on a chokeshold recently)

Do you know those cute trials where they have to try make one of the members’ heartbeats grow faster by making them nervous? (This gave us one of the most beautiful minsung moments: Jisung hugging Minho by the waist from behind and kissing his neck, succefully making the cat boy jump flustered. AHHHH) If you know those, you’re aware there are a type of headphones with fluffy ears form that twitch then the person wearing them is nervous by registering their heartbeats.

I pictured a moment between Vivi and Minsung. Pre-relationship, where they’re still on the friends stage. Jisung has already come to terms that he has a raging small crush on her, but Minho is still having trouble understanding it. For some reason I can’t think about now, they decide to try those headphones out. Of course, being boyfriends and all, they go a bit overboard with it because this is just a normal day of interactions with them (but the ears still move and it’s so fucking cute cause they’ve been together for years and still are smitten with each other). They mostly tease each other about who is more flustered, but then Vivi asks if she can try it too.

She feels a bit weirded out herself for making that request, but she also finds them so utterly adorable with those ears on and how they move, seeing also the effects on their bodies langauge, so of course she has to try. Something shifts between them both, but they allow it because, obviously, there’s nothing wrong with it. She’s just a friend, a dear and rather beautiful friend, so it’s no big deal. Jisung is the one with the headphones on.

Vivi proceeds with baby steps. She starts with some eye contact, the basics, but Jisung is already shaking internally. (Remember that video of him with an Ateez member, holding eye contact in silence? That’s him rn) he can’t supress his chuckles, his cheeks are turning a bit red, but he doesn’t move his eyes. She gets bolder and moves closer to him, until he can feel her breath near his face. His hands are grasping unto his knees harshly to prevent the shaking. She smiles at him warmly, tilting her head in a cocky way, and he feels himself ready to jump and run and laugh at the same time. Minho stares at them intently, barely blinking, and biting his fingers to prevent a nervous laught. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous about. 

Then she goes for it. She clasps her hands around his shoulders, trapping him, and hides her nose in the space between his shoulder blades and neck, rubbing it. Ding ding ding, the fluffy ears are twitching already. Jisung finally breaks out on a shy chuckle and sofly pushes her away, but he almost seems reluctant when she gets away from him. She’s smiling in victory, enjoying the minutes of power she had over the boy and enjoying the feeling of knowing she made him so flustered and cute. 

She’s about to leave it there, but Jisung rushily takes off the headphones, puts them on Minho and claims it’s the boy’s turn now. The older looks like he’s been betrayed but he doesn’t take them off. Vivi rolls with it, thinking to herself “why the hell not?” and goes at him. 

Dear god, if Jisung was already shifty, Minho is a mess before she gets closer. He’s already smiling shyly, shifting his position constantly and looking everywhere but her eyes. However, she doesn’t need eye contact to make someone nervous, so she gets creative. She first starts clamping her hand on top of his head and softly caressing his hair, pulling it from time to time. Ups, the ears are already moving a bit and his ears are getting pink. She keeps going, now sitting almost on his lap and moving their faces close. Jisung’s burning gaze on them goes unacknoweldged by her, too focused on seeing how far she can go. She ten locks her arms on his broad shoulders, hugging him and pushing his face on her shoulder. He goes stiff for a moment, but suddenly she feels him moving his nose to her neck instead. The fluffy ears are twitching already, signaling his heart is beating faster than the average, but she doesn’t stop. She continues rubbing his scalp and even starts rocking him from side to side slowly..

and then she pulls his face away from her neck to give him a small, soft kiss on his earlids. 

She feels the vibration of the ears in her forehead by how fast they’re going.

She pulls away with a laugh, not quite believing what she just did but amused at Minho’s red ears and overall their flustered states. Minho blinks rapidily, mouth slightly open like he’s spaced out, and then he basically rips the ears off and throws them at Jisung with a yell. 

Vivi takes off time to go to the bathroom a second and leaves them alone. 

Feel free to complete the rest.

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[starrihan]

I Don’t Know The Answer (Getting Back with Toxic! Boynextdoor)

-> Pairing: afab! Reader x toxic! Boynextdoor

-> Plot: getting back together with the members after breaking up with them

-> Genre: angst, swearing, use of real names (Sanghyeok, Dongmin, and Donghyun), kissing, slightly suggestive, mentions of sex in Leehan's, Jaehyun, Taesan and Woonhak are idols/ trainees, drinking, mentions of not eating/ generally not taking care of themselves

-> Warnings: mentions of not eating

-> Word Count: 6,077 (~940-1100 words per member)

-> Notes: Based on this ask! I’m sorry this was literally asked a month ago but I finally got around to the writing these scenarios so I hope you like them! Part 2 to this post! (not proofread plase lmk if there are any mistakes!)

-> Here's a link to all my other masterlists!

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~정답은 들리지 않아 ~

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Sungho:

It had been a couple of days since you and Sungho went on your little ‘break.’ To say it was driving you crazy was an understatement. You were losing it, not being with him and in his arms. And he wasn’t doing any better. 

He felt so bad, so guilty for ever making you feel that way and for making you seem like you couldn’t tell him when you were going out or about your day. He hated how jealous he got. He hadn’t eaten for days. He barely showered and let the apartment get dirty. Dishes in the sink for when he would get a little snack, clothes thrown about in rage that he never picked up. Even shattered glass from the vase he broke out of anger after you had left. He was a mess.

You tried to do activities to help take your mind off of things, off of him. You went out with your family, with your friends, but the only thing on your mind at all times was him. You were starting to think that you made a mistake. About a week and a half after your break, you decided to text him, asking if you could come over to the apartment. You hadn’t gone back, even though you said you would to get your stuff. You were nervous sending the message, but relieved when Sungho’s response came almost immediately, a big ‘YES’ in all caps lighting up your screen and making you smile. You didn’t know if you were making a mistake but you needed to see Sungho again, even if it was for the last time. 

You arrived at the apartment later that day, surprised to find it spotless, with a nervous Sungho sitting on the couch waiting for you. The second he had received your text, he jumped into action, cleaning as fast as he could, throwing away the garbage and hurrying to the shower. Upon hearing your keys turn he flinched, nerves going crazy. You walked in, and he swears he fell in love all over again, regret and sorry washing over him as he took in your tired eyes and pale skin.

“Oh I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked…”

You say awkwardly, feeling bad for thinking you could just walk in like it was still your apartment, even though it was. 

“You still live here too… I think? So it's fine…” 

It's painfully awkward, you both finding it hard to relax around each other after being away for a bit. You close the door behind you before taking a seat on the opposite side of the couch from him. Silence eats away at the both of you for a minute before Sungho decides to speak up, breaking the tension.

“I just want to apologize to you first, Y/N. This last week has been so miserable, and I can only imagine how you’ve felt, especially after the way we left things… I’m really sorry.”

Your heart broke at the sight of him apologizing and seeing the tears that formed in his eyes. 

“Thank you, Sungho. I’m not gonna lie, I was also miserable. I was so angry at you for always getting upset and jealous whenever I’d go to work events or hang out with my friends because there was a guy there.”

His head hangs low, unable to face you as he’s ashamed of his actions. 

“But more than my anger, I’ve missed you Sungho. And I may be stupid for admitting that to you but it's true. All I can think about is being back here with you, in our house and in your arms. This last week has been killing me.”

He’s looking into your eyes now, feeling guilty for how he made you feel but also happy to hear that you missed him and want to be back with him.

“Then come back, please. I haven’t gone anywhere and I don’t want to. We belong together Y/N and I want nothing more than to be with you.”

You were holding back tears, your voice choking up on your next words.

“But Sungho… I still have my job and my friends. And some of them are men. I need to know that you won’t get mad or jealous when I’m out with them, especially because none of them want me, we’re all just friends. I need to know that you trust me”

“I promise, Y/N. I don’t know what got into me to think that you weren’t loyal or trustworthy. I am so, so, so sorry for ever being that way. Please, please come back to me and let me show you how sorry I am. And let me make it up to you.”

You could see it in his eyes that he was genuine, that he meant every word that was coming out of his mouth. You couldn’t help but fold, jumping into his lap and giving him a kiss, one that caught him off guard but that he welcomed with open arms, eyes closing as he melted into the kiss. 

All the pent up roller coaster of feelings from the past week and half, the anger, the jealousy, the rage, as well as all the love you could muster, poured into your kiss, growing needier by the second. By the end of it, you both pull away, panting and slightly sweaty, foreheads resting on each other as you both adorn a big cheesy smile on your faces. 

“Thank you so much for taking me back Y/N… I love you so much.”

You smile and kiss him again, hands entangling themselves in his hair. 

“I love you too Sungho… don't be a doofus again.”

You both laugh as he pulls you back in for another kiss, so relieved that you had come back to him.

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Riwoo:

It has been about a month since you broke up with Sanghyeok. You stayed true to your word, not going back to him. But you couldn’t say that you were handling it the best. The breakup was still pretty fresh and part of you thinks it was the manipulation that got to you, but part of you thinks that even through the manipulation, you truly did love Sanghyeok at one point, and dealing with that loss was hard. But you kept reminding yourself of why you left in the first place, finally being able to hang out with your friends, wearing and doing whatever you wanted.

You were going out to the club tonight with a couple of your friends to celebrate one of their birthdays and you were excited to say the least. You missed partying and going out, and tonight was just the pick me up that you needed. What you weren't expecting was Sanghyeok to be there. 

You had gotten ready like you normally would, slightly heeled boots, a sequin crop top and shorts that left very little to the imagination– perfect club attire. You did your makeup light, anticipating to sweat most of it off anyways. Upon arriving at the club, you and your friends order a couple of drinks. You all start feeling it a bit, heading out to the dance floor and having fun. 

When you decide to stop and take a break, you have a seat at the bar, catching your breath and getting a cup of water. You don't expect someone to sit next to you, not that you minded but it caught you off guard. You look at the stranger, orange hair standing out to you. When he turns to order, you’re more than shocked, dropping your glass onto the counter. 

“Sanghyeok?”

He turns to you, a look of shock on his face as well. 

“Y/N?”

“You dyed your hair?”

You’re still taking it in, the stark contrast from his previously brown to now burnt orange hair. 

“Umm yeah I did. I figured I could use a change after we… you know.”

Seeing him again, with his new hair now too, the rush of feelings you spent so hard trying to fight off were coming back, much to your dismay. 

“Oh yeah well… it looks good,”

You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol that made you blurt that out, or your true feelings. Either way, you cursed yourself for complimenting him. What if he knows you still want him and uses it as a chance to manipulate you again?

“Thanks,”

His genuine smile to your accidental compliment was killer. He somehow managed to get more attractive in the month you had spent apart. You ordered another drink –a shot this time– thinking that you’d need it for the rest of the night. 

“So what brings you here anyways? I thought you didn’t like going out, especially not to clubs.”

“It’s Jaehyun’s birthday today. You know how he gets.”

You had completely forgotten about his birthday. You felt bad, but then again, he was your ex-boyfriend’s friend, not yours, so it shouldn’t matter to you anyways.

“Oh same, it’s F/N’s birthday today too. If I see Jaehyun around I’ll wish him a happy birthday.”

The air was tense and felt awkward. 

“Well, I’m gonna go back out there, celebrate a bit more.”

You say, hopping off the bar stool and heading back to your friends, trying to shake off the encounter. 

You’re pretty drunk at this point, dancing a little wild as you and your friends let loose. Constantly bumping into people, you were used to the little touches on your shoulder or waist of people trying to get by, not minding it anymore. But you were confused when you felt a pair of hands on your hips, whipping your head towards the stranger, fists balled and ready to swing.

“Sanghyeok? Why are you holding me?”

You put your fist down, but you can tell by the unwavering smile on his face that he was drunk as well. 

“I missed the way your hips would move on me. I forgot how good you were at dancing…”

It was kind of hard to hear him over the music, but you got it, turning around to face him as his hands now rested on your waist. You weren’t expecting him to do this, but you chalked it up to him just being drunk and not being able to control his impulses. And you justify your next actions based on the same premise: you’re too drunk to control your impulses.

The way the lights were flashing in your faces, you could clearly take his features in. His eyes, his nose, his lips. The things you missed about him the most. You may regret this in the morning, but how would you know if you didn’t try? You lean into him and his touch, but you don’t kiss him. You broke up with him so you couldn’t be the one to initiate it. But if he did, you could justify it to yourself. As if he read your mind, he leans in, closing the gap between you two. You sway your hips to the beat, as does he, never breaking the kiss as you let your inhibitions go and the kiss continues. He breaks away first, leaning into your ear to whisper:

“I know we broke up but… we should really continue things elsewhere. I’ve missed you and I really think we should talk.”

You bite your lip. You knew where this was headed. Maybe you’d talk, but you wanted to see where things would go. 

“Sure, let’s go.”

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Jaehyun:

The weeks following your breakup was hard. Obviously, you loved his group and their music, even having albums and photocards of theirs. Always hearing about them and their growing fame made it harder for you to move on. You would see him everywhere, billboards, magazines, when you open up your phone to scroll through twitter. It’s like you couldn’t escape him. Of course you were proud and happy for him and the other boys that they were finally getting more recognition. But to you, it was at your expense. The expense of your happiness. But it was also hard on Jaehyun.

The more famous he and the boys got, the harder he’d have to try to conceal his true feelings, how dead he felt on the inside. The constant work, learning new dances, creating new songs, going on shows all while leading the group, was getting to be too much for him. He would spend days locked in his studio, barely sleeping and running on very little fumes, often pounding back energy drink after energy drink just to sustain himself for his other MC job. He was starting to feel burnt out, so much so to the point that he was getting sick. 

You were casually scrolling on twitter one afternoon, like you normally do when you saw the headline: “BOYNEXTDOOR’s Jaehyun to Put a Halt on Recent Activities Due to Sickness.” You shot up from your laid down position on the couch, double checking that you read the caption correctly. You had only been broken up for three weeks and seeing this headline made you worry that he was overworking himself this much. Putting your pride aside, you text Sungho, asking about Jaehyun’s condition. When he tells you that he's not doing well, you ask if you could come see him, but to not tell him that you were coming. He agreed and you were on your way to the dorm with soup and cough medicine. 

Upon arriving at the dorms, you were surprised when Leehan opened the door. You were nervous at first, but he reassured you that Sungho told him about your plan and let you in. You smiled, relieved and left the cough syrup on the counter before entering the room. You walk into his back facing you, a perfect set up. 

“Taesan, who was at the door? The upperz don’t knock so who's here right now?”

“I told you you work too much. Look at you, sick as a dog.”

You bite back laughter as he whips his body over so fast to see you. You thought cracking a joke would be a cute way to announce your arrival, especially after not seeing him for three weeks and to keep the mood light, but the tears welling up in his eyes said otherwise. 

“W-what are you doing here…?”

His sniffles only got worse as the tears started to fall from his eyes, grabbing a handful of tissues to relieve his sinuses. You quickly put the soup down on the nightstand, rushing over to him to give him some water. 

“I read a news article saying that you were sick so I wanted to come over to make sure you were okay. You haven’t gotten sick like this, where you can’t even work, in so long.”

He was awestruck at your confession but confused regardless.

“But you broke up with me… so why are you here trying to take care of me?” 

You look down and smile, mostly to avoid crying at the pent up emotions you still carried since breaking up with him that day. 

“I broke up with you because I couldn’t see you. I never stopped caring about you. Plus, I could get to see you now, even if you aren’t feeling well.” 

“So you don’t hate my guts, even though I so stupidly put work before you?”

You look up at him and laugh, teary eyes matching his own as you take his hands in yours. 

“I never hated you, Jaehyun. I was just so frustrated that you decided to spend your only day off with the people you see everyday, and not with me. I just didn’t know how to handle myself and I snapped. I’m sorry, I never meant to make things harder for you, I just let my emotions take over.”

His smile contrasted the tears. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now, but he didn’t want to risk getting you sick as well. 

“I’m sorry for not paying attention to you and your needs. I was so tired and frustrated. I should’ve spent that time with you and I realize that now. I didn’t realize how much I worked, and it became even worse when you left me. I’ve barely slept or eaten, no wonder I got sick.”

You take his face in your hands, cupping his cheeks as you stare into his eyes. 

“I’m sorry for not giving you the space you needed. I know how stressed you are and how much everyone relies on you and I shouldn't have snapped at you like that.  Can you forgive me?”

He smiles and nods, and you smile back, leaning in to kiss him.

“Woah wait. I can’t kiss you. You’re gonna get sick too!”

He yells, covering his mouth with the blanket to prevent you from kissing him. 

“So what if I get sick. That just means I get to spend more time with you, right? Sungho can take care of both of us.”

He laughs as he drops the blanket on his lap, letting you kiss him, finally starting to feel a little bit better. 

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Taesan:

It had been about a year since you broke up with Dongmin. Life went on and you slowly started to forget about him. It was a long and quite difficult road for you, truthfully, but you were able to get over it with the help of your friends. You couldn’t say that the breakup didn’t still have an affect on you though, finding it very hard to find a partner who you could trust that they loved you completely, and not only when they had the time for it. 

You thought Dongmin had moved on as well. He seemed to be doing fine in all of his classes and you'd even heard a couple of rumors going around about him being with other girls. So you assumed that he was okay, and part of you still felt hurt thinking that he had moved on so quickly. But it was no longer your business, or something you’d let yourself think about for too long. 

The harsh reality for Dongmin though, was that he had not actually been doing so great. Sure, he was doing fine in school, and for a while, he was fine without you. But recently, he couldn’t help but miss the way you would always come with him to practice. Any new girl he went out with wouldn't spend as much time as you did with him. Part of him believed that he just missed having company, just wanting someone there with him to fill the empty space of the solo practice room. But the more time passed, he realized it was your company that he missed. 

He would get scolded almost everyday during practice for not being focused. He thought that being with other girls would help him get over you. Even though he acted strangely cold towards you on the day of the breakup, he had reflected a lot about it, feeling really guilty for the way he went about things. He wasn’t ready to be fully committed to you and you didn’t deserve that kind of treatment, but he knew he couldn’t tell you those things. He knew you wouldn’t give him the time of day to hear him out, and rightfully so considering the way he treated you. 

He was contemplating on whether or not he should text you but decided against it. Instead, he got to class early the next day, waiting for you to arrive so he could take the seat next to you. He figured that you couldn't ignore him if he was right next to you. 

Walking into the lecture hall, you take your usual seat in the middle row, sitting in the chair by the aisle so you could easily leave for your next class. He practically sprinted over to the chair next to you. You hadn’t realized someone took a seat next to you since you were pulling out your laptop. Upon getting situated, you flinch as you look over to see Dongmin’s gaze on you. 

“Jesus Christ, Dongmin? What the hell are you doing sitting next to me.”

“What a nice way to greet someone after not speaking for a year.”

“You don’t deserve a nice greeting now move or I will.”

You had no energy for his antics today. You had been busy studying for exams and involving yourself in clubs around campus, you couldn’t afford distractions. 

“Please Y/N, wait. Hear me out.”

You scoff, mouth agape at his ridiculous request. 

“You ice me out before we break up, not really giving me an explanation for anything and now you want me to hear you out? Fuck off, Dongmin.”

Your words are harsh but deserved. You start packing up your things, getting ready to move away from him. He stops you, grabbing your arm lightly as you look up at him, the pleading look in his eyes almost making you want to fold. 

“Please, can we just talk outside for a sec? It’ll be fast, I promise.”

You huff, yanking your arm away from his grip and standing up angrily. If you weren’t in public, you would’ve stomped your way out. He eagerly got up to follow. 

“You have until class starts. What?”

“Y/N, I just want to start off by apologizing. I took a lot of time to think things over about us and the way we left things and I feel more and more guilty for the way I treated you.”

“And it took a year for you to come to that conclusion? You never once reached out to me or apologized so why now? The last girl you had on your dick didn’t want you anymore because she realized what an asshole you are?” 

You didn’t want to sound so rude, but all the emotions from the breakup came bubbling back up. You could see the hurt look in his eyes but you couldn’t let yourself fall so quickly. You needed him to see how badly he hurt you.

“I was stupid. I still am. But I can’t focus during practice. There were other girls, I will admit that. But they’re not you. I didn’t like any of them as much as I liked you and I don’t know why I acted the way I did towards you before. I was just stupid and couldn’t handle the pressure of everything at once. I realized how good you were and how much happier I was with you. I don’t deserve you or your presence but I needed to at least apologize. I miss you and I still care about you and I would do whatever it takes to gain your forgiveness.”

Hearing his genuine apology and watching as his head hung lower and lower was breaking you. He was actually being so kind and serious, but you were still skeptical of it all, and rightfully so. Biting your lip, you hold off on your reply, contemplating whether or not you should forgive him. He looks up at you, defeated. Taking your silence for an answer, he looks away, attempting to walk away before you grab him.

“Dongmin, wait. I accept your apology. But it will take a lot more than that to gain my trust and forgiveness.”

“Anything! I will do anything if that means you’ll give me another chance!”

He swears this is the first time he’s smiled in weeks. He experimentally holds your hands in his, relaxing a bit when you don’t pull away. You try hard to bite back a smile. This was all you’ve wanted all along, but he was going to have to work for it. 

Thank you, Y/N. I won’t disappoint you again.”

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Leehan:

A semester had passed since ending your friends-with-benefits relationship with Donghyun. Even though he was president of the aqua life club, and you had meetings regularly, you opted to avoid him as much as possible within the meetings. The only times you would speak to him would only be if you had a question or if he needed you to do something for the club. 

Because everyone in the club knew that there was something going on between the two of you before, they could easily sense the tension in meetings following your ‘break up.’ Of course, he didn’t address it. Partly because it would be unprofessional to do so, but also because he didn’t want to put your guys’ business out there. But even though a new semester had started, Donghyun still kept getting asked questions about your relationship, specifically from his friends. 

At first, he didn’t think that he had done anything wrong. But after being constantly harassed by his friends about the way he handled things and even getting a few complaints from other aqua life members about how awkward club meetings were, he started to think that maybe he had done something wrong. 

You were getting ready to leave your class, remembering that you had a club meeting soon. You packed your things up, grabbed a cup of coffee from a nearby cafe, and made your way to the student center where all your club meetings were held. 

Seeing as no one was there yet, you assumed that you had just gotten there early and took a seat where you normally did. You looked up from your phone about 15 minutes later, when you heard the door open. In came Donghyun, but no one else. You decide not to say anything at first. Donghyun pulls out his laptop and is clicking away. The tension was suffocating, but you could take it anymore.

“Where’s everyone else? The meeting was supposed to start 5 minutes ago…”

He just looks up from his computer, a creepy smile adorning his face. 

“There is no meeting. I emailed you specifically because I wanted to talk to you, but you blocked my number.”

“So why did you wait 10 minutes to tell me that? You just wanted to waste my time again?”

“I wanted you to talk to me first, so I know you would actually be okay with speaking to me.”

“Well at least you have half a brain to know that I am not okay with speaking to you. Goodbye Donghyun.”

You got up quickly to leave but he beat you to the door, blocking your only way out.

“Y/N please, just let me talk to you.”

“I don't want to talk to you, now let me out!”

“I can wait here all day until you talk to me, you know I'm a very patient man.”

You give up, huffing and sitting back down to where you were sitting before. 

“What?”

“Oh, feisty are we?”

“Donghyun I’ll kill you.”

He laughs before sitting in the seat across from you. You knew he was normally silly like this to lighten up the mood. It was one of the reasons you started liking him in the first place. But right now, you hated that about him. How carefree and aloof he could be. 

“First of all, I want to say that everything I said that day, I didn’t mean. I just didn’t know how to phrase my answers and they came out sounding worse than I meant them to be.”

You avoid his gaze, not wanting to look at his face as you relive the words that he had said to you that day.

“I want to start by apologizing to you first. I realized how much of a dick move it was to take you out on dates if I had never planned to date you at the time and I can see how I was sending you mixed signals. And to clarify, I didn’t mean it would be weird if I dated you. I don’t even know why I said that because it's simply just not true. You’re a wonderful person and anyone would be lucky to show you off.”

You look back at him, gaze softening at his kind words. 

“I’m really sorry for hurting you and treating you like that. I really miss you, and not the sex. I mean, I miss that too, but I mainly miss you and your presence. You’re so fun and funny and easy to talk to. And you’re the only person I hung out with that actually cared about fish. I think I didn’t realize the way I actually felt about you until after that night. I do like you, and in more than a friends-with-benefits way but I was scared to admit to those feelings because I was afraid of what might happen. I’m telling you now because it's eating away at me. I totally understand if you want nothing to do with me but I had to let you know now.”

He looks at you, biting his lip as his face shifts from a small smile to one full of nervousness, the little glint in his eyes boaring into yours. The words he’s saying, you’ve been wanting to hear them for so long. You couldn’t lie, you still liked him. You wanted to give him another chance to redeem himself and let yourself enjoy him again. Having so many meetings go by and not being able to talk to him so casually anymore, it hurt you still. Your silence was killing him, but he stayed, waiting for your response. 

“Thank you for the apology, I really appreciate it. I can’t say that I haven't missed you. I want to give you another chance… but I'm scared.”

He reaches across the table, tapping your hands, wanting to hold them. You hesitate, but open them up, placing your hands in his palms. His smile makes your falter, nerves rising as he rubs the backs of your hands with his thumbs.

“I understand. But if you let me, I will prove to you that I like you. I promise, I will not hurt you again. We don’t even have to have sex until you feel like you can trust me again.”

The big smile on your face held your answer. You squeeze his hands, laughing. 

“Sounds like a good idea to me.”

He lets go of your hands, walking around the table. He stands you up, caressing your cheek in his hands before dipping his head down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. 

“Thank you for giving me another chance Y/N. I swear, you’ll never regret it.” (😉)

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Woonhak:

It had only been a week since your split with Woonhak. To say you’d been crying everyday was an understatement. You missed him so much. You felt bad for ending things but you felt even worse knowing that he thought you were the reason for his shortcomings when it came to being an artist. All of your friends that knew about your relationship had seen the toll it had taken on you to be away from him. The dark circles under your eyes, how pale your skin looked and just how your overall well being seemed to decline day by day. 

Woonhak felt so guilty. He would beat himself up for snapping and saying the wrong things. This argument with Taesan that day came to a halt, seeking comfort from the older member after he had heard the entire thing. Woonhak had even missed practice for a day, resulting in getting scolded heavily by his managers. 

Overall, it was a pretty shitty situation for the both of you. But Woonhak couldn’t stand knowing that he hurt you so bad. He still cared about you, he just over expressed his anger and frustration out on you. He spent days curating the perfect message to send to you— in hopes that you would read it of course. 

He even told his members who were in full support of his plans. They needed him to be better, for his own sake and the sake of the group. And you were still so heartbroken, you would run to him the moment the message flashed on your screen. You hadn’t even changed his contact name yet.

Baby Bear 🧸:

“Hey Y/N. I hope you see this and don’t block me immediately. I know how terrible I was to you and I’m sorry. I haven’t stopped crying and I’ve barely eaten. Can you believe it? Me, not eating? Haha anyways, I hope you’re doing better than I am. I didn’t get to apologize to you before so I’m doing it now. I would rather do this in person but I don’t want you to have to see me if you don’t want to. I would even understand if you never wanted to see my face again and if you stopped supporting my group. But I just want you to know that I still love you and I am so deeply, truly, sorry about the way I treated you and things I said to you. None of my anger was meant to be put on you and you didn’t deserve any of that. I wish I could take back my past actions, but I can’t. I hope you can heal from all the pain I’ve caused you. I love you.” 

You were struggling by the end of the message, tears flowing so crazy that you could barely see the screen. You had taken some time to read it, causing Woonhak to be on edge the whole time, waiting for your response. Having your read receipts on didn’t make it any better for him. He was shaking sending the message, clinging onto Jaehyun’s arm beside him. He was crying on his shoulder, praying that he’d receive a text from you. 

When your text never came, he sighed in defeat. He continued to cry for another 20 minutes on Jaehyun’s shoulders until he finally got up to wash his face. It was then that a knock on the door sounded through the living room. Jaehyun went to open it, shocked at the sight of you, tears flowing down your face and drenched from the rain outside. 

“Where’s Woonhak?” 

He pointed to the bathroom, stunned at your straightforwardness. You usually addressed him very nicely, though given the situation he excused you and let you in. You ran to the bathroom, knocking on it frantically until Woonhak opened the door. 

“I hate you so much.” 

You said, throwing your arms around the boy whose face was still very wet. Not that you cared considering you were drenched yourself. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I will never raise my voice at you ever again. I will never treat you like how I did before. You mean so much to me you’re really the love of my life and I can’t lose you again!”

He squeezed you so hard, it was hard to breathe. But you didn’t care. You stood there, held in his embrace for what felt like hours until he pulled away, face fresh with new tears. He was sniffling but his smile never faded, beyond elated to see you again. 

“You better not treat me like that again! I’ll have to kill you if you do!”

“You should kill me if I do that again.”

You both laugh, wiping your tears away. But you couldn’t help but shiver, the cold wetness finally setting onto your body. 

“Oh my god you’re drenched. Did you run through the rain to get here? Baby, you’re gonna get sick!” 

He sprung into action, running to grab you a towel. 

“Here! Take a shower. I’ll bring some clothes of mine for you!” 

You laugh at his eagerness, but you already feel a hundred times better, knowing that you have him back in your life. You grab him before he leaves again. He immediately finds his hands on your waist, you holding onto his arms. 

“Okay I’ll shower, but after, we need to talk about all this.” 

He nods, resting his forehead on yours. 

“Of course. I need to let you know how sorry I am and how much I love you. Seriously, I’m never gonna act that way ever again.” 

You place a soft kiss on his lips, melting into his touch. 

“Pinky promise?” 

You hold up your pinky, giggling as he locks his pinky with yours. 

“Pinky promise.” 

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[polarisjisung]

LOVE ON THE COURT | 16 LOVERBOY #1 & #2

SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

WARNINGS | sexual innuendos, swearing, mentions of sleepwalking

NOTES | written cut ahead!! followed by more smau slides :) jaemin redemption arc is about to be in full swing but trust that does not mean sunshine lollipops and rainbows for our girly y/n also I'm actually a sucker for dystopian movies, like the maze runner trilogy??? 🙏🙏🙏🙏 i feel like I've watched every dystopian movie out there but if anyone has any recs send them throughhh or just to geek over the movies then my inbox is open 😭‼️

Minjun was nothing short of everything to y/n.

When she woke up to find him gone, her front door ajar, she felt the room close in on her. Her heart raced like a runaway train and panic gripped her chest. In no less than a few seconds, beads of sweat formed over her forehead, her breaths shallow and rapid.

She had rushed out of the apartment in a frenzy, calling out his name like her life depended on it. Constricted for air, her body ran on autopilot, down the dimly lit hallway and then down the stairs to search each floor the same way she had searched her own. To no avail. With each step her stomach churned further, sinking, overwhelming. The feeling of nausea ran deeper, stronger, her heartbeat beginning to sound in her ears. Loud and so painfully unforgiving.

She couldn't lose him. Not now, not like this.

Every noise seemed amplified, every shadow morphed into a lurking threat. She felt trapped in a whirlwind of far too many emotions she couldn't recognise. Her mind had become a storm of what-ifs and worst-case scenarios. Time seemed to slow down as her panic escalated, consuming her every thought and sense.

Where could he be?

Useless, she felt so utterly useless. She had raced a thousand times, millions of laps of the track during practise and yet when it really mattered, she couldn't find her feet moving fast enough, she couldn't run with the same speed no matter how hard she urged herself to. Her life was on the line, her everything, and her attenpts seemed futile as she raced up the stairs again, across each floor and down again, over and over. How could she have been so careless?

Her pants grew in their depth, the lack of oxygen getting to her brain and causing her vision to blurr— mixed with the tears that overcame her vision, y/n was struggling to keep going.

She couldn't breathe.

Her legs threatened to give way beneath her and yet the determination that coursed through her veins wouldn't relent.

There was no way she would give up without finding him. She wouldn't be able to live with herself. Her motivation, her happiness, her reminder to keep going and keep trying, Minjun had been every single one of those things and more, her family, her best friend, so utterly irreplaceable that she already felt the hole within her heart widening.

Circles. She felt like she was running in circles, searching the same corners of the same floors she had already looked over a hundred times, desperation evident in her frantic movements, worry painting her features.

It had been 20 minutes and she hadn't found him, not a single sign of him— she'd lost him. She was so sure. He was gone and it was all her fault.

Y/n had given up on far too many things in life, but if there was one thing she knew she couldn't give up on, it was him. Minjun was her purpose, in every meaning of the word. She could give up on herself, but she could never give up on him.

She forced herself to think, though her thoughts had become slow, foggy as she repeated the words in her head, think y/n think.

Where could he have possibly gone?

When she finally arrived on the 7th floor again, ready to search her apartment, considering the small chance he may have returned, y/n felt her heart drop. The feeling of inadequacy overcame her being— unable to stand her body found the floor.

And the feeling of relief, though present was so agonisingly fleeting that she couldn't push herself any further.

There he was, sleeping peacefully in Jay's arms, safe and sound. The Park let his eyes land on y/n, sleepy gaze softening at her panicked state. desperately wanting to ask if she was okay but not knowing how to.

He was barely conscious himself, struggling to make sense of the situation in front of him. All he knew was that he'd found Minjun banging against his door no less than a few seconds ago. The traces of slumber were still visible in his squinted eyes and messy hair.

He couldnt find himself to care, not when she was like this.

"Y/n what hapenned?" his voice was hoarse, but soothing, "are you okay?"

The words rested at the tip of her tongue but she couldn't bring herself to speak, shaking her head. She took ragged breaths and gasps for air, a broken eyed stare on the younger boy, her hand clasped across her mouth for the fear of waking him.

Jay found himself conflicted, at an inner battle with himself, not wanting to leave the girl in this state for even a second, but not wanting to wake the sleeping boy in his arms either.

"He sleepwalks" was all she could breathe out, her voice cracking sharply. How he had made it out of the front door in the first place, she had no idea. It had never been this bad, but she knew it was no excuse. If only she had been more careful, none of this would have ever hapenned.

Jay's mouth fell open, finally piecing together the information as he crouched down beside her, cradling her head in his free arm, rested against his chest

Her tears flowed so incessantly, pained and burning against her cheeks, the bitter feeling of guilt caught in her throat, heavy. Shoulder slumped as her body rested against the railings of the staircase behind her, her soft cries echoing throughout the empty space, loud enough for the door opposite to swing open to reveal a concerned, but equally as confused jaemin.

"I've got her" jaemin said, immediately letting his arms wrap around her, rubbing small circles against the small of her back, her tears soaking through his shirt. And though hesitant, Jay nodded, earning a puzzled look from jaemin when he stepped into y/n's apartment to tuck minjun back into bed.

But that was the least of jaemin's worries when y/n, the girl he had always seen so strong, unbreakable in fact, now shook in his hold, suddenly seeming so fragile.

"It's okay peach, I've got you, let it all out"

Something about his voice, his presence, something about that moment washed over her like a gentle wave, soothing the knots of worry that had twisted tight within her. And though nothing could negate the pain, the disappointment and the thoughts of self doubt playing in her mind like a broken record, his hold had offered her worlds of comfort. Even if for a second, y/n felt the weight lift off her shoulders and her racing heartbeat began to settle.

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[underratedbreadcrust]

Hope — Sayid Jarrah

Summary: after crashing on the island, you and sayid have a talk about reality and hope.

Warnings: some light profanity. can be read as either romantic or platonic.

a/n: this doesn’t really focus on the main plot beside the basic details. it physically pains me to see that no one write for this show or this man so i decided to take matters my own hands. this is my first fan fiction ever so i am open to constructive criticism :)

Words: 1.9k

It has been two weeks since the plane initially crashed. Everybody was at first scared out of their minds over the fact that they were stuck in the middle of nowhere with no apparent rescue on the way. Obviously there was that small group of leaders that stepped up to distribute jobs between everybody and give hope to the rest not to give up.

You, of course, were not one of these people.

You were more of a logical person, always being condemned for not being able to see the positive side of things. Always being called too “pessimistic” about situations. Of course, you never saw it that way. Always appreciating when people would be straight forward with you instead of sugarcoating unfortunate scenarios because they weren’t emotionally mature enough to handle it.

Which is why meeting Sayid was... confusing, to say the least.

Your first meeting with him was less than ideal.

It was the morning after the crash, and you were currently walking along the shore of the beach, looking for your suitcase. Due to the initial panic of the previous day, you had no time to search for your belongings and had to sleep with a shared blanket of a person whose name you still hadn't learned. After searching for 20 minutes, you were about to give up until you spotted a certain name tag hanging from the handle of a familiar suitcase.

It was your suitcase...and it was outside of Sawyer's tent?

Thinking perhaps he had mistaken your stuff for his, you walk over and kneel to begin taking your things.

"HEY! THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" You quickly turn your head around to see Sawyer marching from a distance towards you. His eyebrows furrowed and a prominent sneer on his face. At first you were confused, but you quickly realized that he took your things on purpose.

"I'm grabbing my shit," you said in a neutral tone, only sparing him a glance as you turned back to digging for your things.

"The hell you are," he grumbled as he finally reached your side and yanked the case from under you. "This is mine."

You, on instinct, latched onto the handle. "Really? Cause, as far as I'm concerned, that's my name tag I'm holding on to!"

He continued to try to wrench the suitcase from your hands, but you didn't let your grip loosen.

"Damn! Just let go—" "What is going on?"

You stop pulling the case, but neither lets go as the two of you whip your heads towards the source of the sound.

Sayid stood there a few feet away, with an exasperated expression on his face.

You took advantage of Sawyer's distraction to force your luggage out of his grip and attempted to make a run for it, but Sawyer managed to catch your wrist.

"You little bit—" "Enough," Sayid's voice broke through, and his arm reached forward to force Sawyer to let. Once your arm was free, you turned to walk away before Sayid called out to you. "Stop."

You huffed as you slowly turned around to look at him. He was looking at you with a dissatisfied look. "What happened?" he asked in a tired voice.

You shrug as you look between him and Sawyer. "Ask him. He's the one who decided to steal my belongings." "Now look here, Missy—"

"Can you prove," he quickly interjects, "that it belongs to you?"

Your hand reaches around to pull at the name tag at the handle. You flip it so the big letters of your name are visible.

He sighs slowly and turns his head towards Sawyer, opening his mouth, no doubt reprimanding him. However, Sawyer beats him to it and lifts his hand in surrender. "Yeah, I know, I know..." He says defeatedly as he walks inside his tent.

You once again attempt to head in the other direction before you are newly interrupted. "Wait one second."

This time it's your turn to sigh annoyedly, as you cannot seem to leave the spot in which you're standing. Your whole body shifts to face his, and you only see him motion with his head in to follow him before he begins his journey, heading straight into the jungle.

You momentarily debate leaving him behind before you huff and begin to follow him, suitcase still in tow.

You follow him for a couple of moments, panting from the force it is taking to carry your possessions this far. Hearing this, Sayid quickly looks behind him to see that you have not put aside your stuff. "Just leave it," he blurted, "nobody's going to risk coming all the way out here."

The two of you were barely at the entrance where the trees met the beach. You were about to argue with him, but seeing his stern look, you thought about it twice and decided it was best to just leave it. After all, the two of you were already far enough from the others. Against your better judgment, you sighed defeatedly and let it go.

Seeing this, Sayid whirled around and resumed his walk into the jungle.

This was the first time you had gotten the chance to talk to Sayid. Ever since the crash, you took notice of the way he took charge in such a desperate moment, almost as if he had experience with tragedies. Despite it only being a day, you were already intrigued by the reserved and serious man in front of you. Curiosity getting the best of you, you couldn't resist striking up a conversation.

"So, what'd you bring me out here for?" You asked in an expectant tone, wanting to know if perhaps he found you as intriguing as you did him.

"I needed someone to help me collect wood for the signal fire," he stated bluntly, not looking back to you as he continued to trek forward.

You huffed, his answer breaking any illusion you had that he might find anything, beside the task at hand, interesting.

"And you couldn't ask another guy because..." you questioned in a confused tone. "You just happened to be the person that was the closest and most available at the moment," he responded, still in that no-nonsense tone that you hated sounded attractive. His accent is reaching your ears and echoing in your thoughts.

"Whatever..." you muttered as you finally came to a stop and began to pick up the wood next to where Sayid was gathering his pile.

After a few moments, the both of you had gathered enough wood and were beginning your trip back to the main campsite.

Not being satisfied with the lack of communication on his part, you try again at breaking the silence. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

You roll your eyes and ignore the sarcastic response. "What do you think our chances are of getting rescued?" At the words, he comes to an abrupt stop, causing you to almost crash into his back, before quickly composing himself and turning around to peer at you with a curious look.

"I think the same as everybody else, that it is only a matter of time before help comes," he states in clinical tone, almost as if he's reciting from a manual the words he should say in a situation like this.

You stare at him with a deadpan expression. "I am asking you because I want to know what you think, not everybody else."

His eyes are conflicted for a couple of seconds before they are overcome with reality. "I don't think anybody is coming."

Your eyes widen at the sudden confession. You knew that by asking Sayid, you were going to receive the truth, whether you liked it or not. That still doesn't mean you were fully prepared for it either.

Which leads you back to the present moment, sitting around the signal fire, which has been burning nonstop for 2 whole weeks. Right now, it was your shift to guard the fire, making sure nothing would put it out. You were too busy poking the base of the flames to notice a figure approaching you by the side.

At the sound of footsteps, you whip your head to see Sayid sit next to you on the log you were currently seated on. Ever since that moment in the woods, you hadn't had the chance to speak to Sayid again. It was certainly not by lack of trying, but he was always so busy, making sure that everything within the camp was running smoothly. After a while, you gave up making an effort to communicate with him, believing yourself to only be getting in his way.

"Hey," you greeted with a slight smile, wanting to make him feel as welcome as possible after weeks of no contact. "Hello to you," he replied back, although with a more serious demeanor.

You couldn't let go of the words he told you that day, despite being the ones you anticipated from a guy like him. Even you thought the words to be true before he told them to you. Yet, as the time passed by, you couldn't help but learn to appreciate the small community that has formed as a result of accident. 

"Did you guys manage to find anything out there?" Earlier that day, Sayid went out with a small group in hopes of tracing a signal that could lead to a rescue. His eyes only looked at mine for a moment before they resumed staring at the fire. "We found nothing."

You didn't believe him.

But you also knew that no matter what you said, he would not talk about it, so you also shifted your eyes to gaze at the fire.

"You know...even if you find nothing out there, I believe it's all going to turn out fine," you stated, with perhaps for the first time, an optimistic tone.

"You believe?" He asked with a doubtful expression.

Your eyes turned to stare into his, trying to project all of your thoughts into him. "Yes, I do. Sure, the whole plane crash was unfortunate, but the way everybody here has gathered and given their best, even knowing that they might not get home, is heartening." Sayid still eyed you with an unconvinced stare. "What I mean to say is that before getting on that flight, I used to think optimism was just something people used as an excuse to ignore the issues around us...but these past few weeks have changed my mind." My eyes begin to light up as I think of all the moments I have shared with the other passengers, good and bad.

"You are putting a lot of faith into something that has no evidence supporting it to be true," Sayid interjects, his eyes boring into mine, in an almost defiant way.

"Maybe... but I choose to believe that belief alone is going to be enough to get us home. Hope is one of the most powerful feelings; it drives people towards goals that appear near impossible to others. Haven't you ever fought your hardest for something, despite all of the signs indicating failure?" His gaze turns distant, almost as if he were remembering an instant like the one I described.

Multiple minutes pass by again, silence overtaking the midnight air. You assumed the lack of a response meant the conversation ended before Sayid spoke up again. "Perhaps you are right," he responds, with a feint and almost unperceivable smile.

"There just might be hope for us after all."

[costinblazetwice]

Video Calls and Jihyo

Male Reader X Jihyo

Genre: Smut

Words: 3.6K

A/N: A pretty tough scenario to write in total. Really had to spend some time going back and forth with this one. Some areas may seem quickly written but that’s what experience is for. Hope you enjoy 😊

You sit at your desk with your laptop in front of you, heart racing as you wait for the call to connect. As you play around with the settings suddenly on your screen pops up the face of a girl making a bizarre face as though she’s some sort of a comedian or in a circus show act. She has her face scrunched up, eyebrows turned upward comically as though in massive confusion and eyes severely squinting.

Ah, this was your girlfriend of course, Park Jihyo.

“Babe, is that beautiful face of yours really the first thing you wanted to show me in a while?” You say sarcastically, watching her break out into a huge laugh, fancying herself a comedian.

Your girlfriend was out of country as is common in her profession. Because of this for the past several weeks the two of you have been resorting to video calls to be able to see each other.

The last week has been especially busy, making this the first time you guys were able to make time for each other in almost a week.

“How are you love?” She coos, laying on top of the bed with her head resting on the bed frame.

The two of you engage in some small talk, taking the rare moment of alone time to catch up on things. Once about 20 minutes passed you finally asked the question that was on your mind.

“So… you’re alone, right? No one’s gonna interrupt?”

“All alone. Got a room in this hotel just for you,” she smirks in response, a low growl coming off in your headphones as you know she’s just as excited as you are.

You and Jihyo have sex, a lot. Whenever you two are together it’s something that just happens, whether you’re the one doing the initiating or she is.

With you two being in different countries this posed a problem. The solution was to have some time to yourselves when you video called, not making up for the actual act of course but something to still somewhat satisfy the two of you.

“Wait, let me get on the floor. Don’t want to drench the bed,” she says with a smile but you can feel the sexual tension building as she uttered that phrase. Jihyo takes her phone in hand and you watch as she put her back against the wall and squats down, propping her phone up using an item as she sits in front of the camera.

“Are you ready babe?” She asks eagerly as you nod in return, swiftly pulling your pants and boxers off revealing your growing erection, causing Jihyo to smirk at your sudden action.

“Look at you, so excited. So excited to see mommy…”

There it is. Jihyo has this dominating side to her in bed. Does it always appear? No. Sometimes she relishes in the feeling of being ravaged by you.

But there’s also this side of her that dominates, that wants to watch you beg, that tells you what to do and how you better behave. And it looks like that switch is turned on tonight.

You watch with a tight grip on your now fully erected cock as Jihyo begins to remove her shorts, revealing her panties underneath.

You two were moving quick, wanting nothing more than to be able to cum in each others presence now that you were together.

She sits in front of the camera with her knees to her chest, her black cotton panties covering her nether areas and her black hoodie covering what was likely her matching bra. “Tell mommy what you want to see,” she purrs, her hands trailing down to her ass cheeks, giving them a firm grope as you watch with your breath hitched, heat rising to your face as it takes your entire will power to not start jerking your cock.

“I want to see your pretty pink hole. Please…” you achingly beg, pre cum covering the tip of your lengths head.

“Hmm that’s my baby,” Jihyo coos with a smirk on her face, raising an eyebrow as she suddenly turns her body to the camera, ass in focus as you watch her hands pull back and slowly tug at her panties, pulling them down just slightly and stopping at her rear revealing her puckered asshole.

“Oh, fuck..” you let out a raspy groan, your erection pumped with blood as the precum increases in quantity, finding the thought of wiping it on her ass before sticking it into her tightest hole to be arousing.

Your girlfriend looks back to the camera with a knowing grin, knowing what her actions are doing to you.

“Is this the hole you wanted to see?” You hear Jihyo’s voice, looking back at you as her hands continue to stretch her asscheeks, her asshole clenching every time she stretches it.

Suddenly a finger lingers near her hole before lightly dabbing into her ass, just the tip as she wouldn’t be able to get much farther without lube. She lets out a soft sigh as she wiggles the tip of her finger at the entrance of her ass, clenching down hard on her digit.

“Aw baby, my ass feels so good. If only I had some lube,” she groans, removing her finger as her asshole continues to contract from the burning sensation.

Your breathing was hard and heart beating fast at the sight, but even as you watch her ass continuously clench tightly in need of a greater sensation, her pretty cunt is what you truly want to see.

“You’re cunt… I want to see your wet cunt,” you slowly groan, eyes locked on her cotton panty fabric that is just barely covering her slit.

“Hmm, mommy will give you what you want. You’ve been such a good boy after all,” she trailed off as her hands grab her panties once more and languidly begin to pull them down. Your breath hitches as you feel your cum might launch all over the screen of your laptop from the excitement.

Her panties slide down and you watch as the sticky wetness from her cunt clings on to the fabric, the length of her sticky arousal getting thinner and longer the more she pulls it down until it breaks, a giant damp spot at the center of her panties and her pussy glistening under the light of the room from her juices.

She tosses her panties to the side, her ass shaking in front of the camera as she spreads apart her lips letting you get the full view of her cunt lubricated with her arousal, clenching her asshole as well with her heart throbbing knowing how your gaze goes from one hole to the next, resting either way on her most private areas.

The view from her arched back on all fours reveals slender, light brown-hued lips delicately embracing the entrance of her pussy, framed by the surrounding skin. Their light brown coloring offers a subtle, natural contrast against the rest of her skin tone, outlining the delicate curves with a gentle, understated grace.

Seeing her wet lips staring at your direction and the visual of her round and plump ass brings heat to your face as your cock pulses in your hand, precum oozing from the slit at the top as you watch Jihyo rub her finger along her cunt before raising it to her mouth, licking it clean as she looks back into the camera.

Her eyes are dark and full of lust, and you can hear the slight panting coming through your headphones. Her voice is low and husky as she continues to talk.

“You like that baby?" She asks while still on all fours while looking back at you, knowing the answer but asking anyways, enjoying watching you squirm.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you groan, cock twitching as you prevent yourself from cumming with every ounce of your being, the visual of her toned arms keeping her upright, her hair covering most of the side of her face but her plump lips still visible, and her well defined back with her stout ass becoming overwhelming.

"How do you think I taste?"

"Delicious," you answer, without any hesitation. This causes Jihyo to smirk as she turns around so she now sits with her front directly visible to you, allowing you to see her cunt dripping wet, the brown folds of her lips oozing with her cum.

She begins to licks her fingers clean, the sticky substance of her arousal sticking to her tongue with each lick she takes of her digits.

You can’t take it anymore. You violently grab your cock, jerking yourself so that just in seconds your length is twitching, begging for release.

“Stop!”

The sudden yell stops you just seconds before you ejaculated, your heartbeat beginning to calm down as you were successfully able to edge yourself.

“Are you really going to cum before I even get started?” She asks with dark eyes and lips pressed into a thin, taut line, one eyebrow raised looking at you appraisingly.

“Sorry, love. You’re just so hot,” you barely breathe out, a slight sting in your cock as your shaft is slippery with precum. “I’m barely holding on,” you whisper in a moan, knowing that if you were to roughly stroke your cock this instant that you would cum, the only thing stopping you being the dominance of Jihyo looking at you through her screen.

“Aww, you want to cum so badly for me,” she coos, bringing her hand up to her mouth, sticking her tongue out and lathering her fingers with her saliva before bringing it down to her cunt, gently rubbing in circular motions.

“I wish I could be there right now, and fuck you like the the hot mess of a fuck-toy you are,” she roughly growls, eyes darkened as her gaze stays glued to yours for every word, wanting you to watch her touch herself, see how much of a dirty whore she is just for you.

She inserts a digit into her hole and begins roughly fingering herself, back against the wall with her stuffed cunt on full display. Her eyes closed and brows furrowed, mouth agape as she throws her head back absorbed in the pleasure that her fingers are bringing her. You see her wetness slowly begin to drip, touching her ass cheeks before falling to the floor beneath her.

She sighs, her breath hitching as she adds a bit of pressure, her legs shaking ever so slightly.

She looks at you, her face contorting as her pleasure grows.

You notice her fingers are now glistening with her juices, her fingers moving at a steady pace.

You lick your lips, a small whine escaping you, not able to help yourself from looking down at her fingers, her fingers that were coated in her pussy juices. Your cock twitches in response.

Her moans get louder, the sight of her face in ecstasy with her hips rocking with her hands bringing you closer to the edge. Jihyo removes her fingers from her cunt and begins tapping her index and thumb together as you see her sticky arousal stuck, lengthening each time she pulls apart and disappearing when she smacks the two together.

Her eyes flutter closed, her fingers bringing her essence up to her mouth, her tongue running over her fingers, sucking them clean.

“Oh fuck baby, I wish you could taste me, finger me so good,” she sighs.

Jihyo gets a glimpse of your cock and how it’s been standing upright for so long now. She may be dominating but she’s a kind girlfriend who doesn’t want to see you in anguish like this for too long, even if she finds the sight of your hard cock begging for release and your tense jaw with your furrowed brows to be absolutely erotic.

“Touch yourself… but you can’t cum. Just edge…” she breathes out, fingers still probing her insides.

That was all you needed to hear. Your hand harshly grabs your cock and it only takes a few jerks before you feel yourself about to cum once more as the butterflies in your stomach begin to fly freely, forcing you to immediately slow down as you remember the words of your girlfriend.

“Baby, tell me what’d you do if you were here,” she whispers, fingers out of her pussy and now softly rubbing her clit.

“I’d spit on your cunt, mixing my spit with your juices,” you groan as you watch Jihyo immediately bend her head down and harshly spit on her cunt, using her hand to mix her saliva and juices.

“I’d play with your perky tits and pinch your pretty pink nipples,” you continue, lightly stroking your cock in the process.

As you say that Jihyo leans forward and lifts her hoodie off revealing her black bra holding her tits in place, hands going behind her back as she removes the clasp on her bra revealing her volumptious breasts and hardened nipples.

Jihyo immediately pinches her nipples as her legs are spread, giving you a full view of her dampened cunt, the fleshy outer lips of her pussy covered with arousal and her swollen clit both wet and shimmering under the light of her room.

She begins fervently massaging her tits releasing open mouthed moans as you stroke your cock ever so slowly, afraid if you go too fast you may end this all by cumming. She now guides one hand of hers down to her heat, inserting a finger aggressively in her hole while the other massages her breast.

“Now honey, tell mommy what you want to see,” she softly whimpers, her stomach shivering and back arching as her eyes roll back, the carpet beneath her cunt drenched with her wetness.

You take in a deep breath, swallowing hard as there’s now just one thing you want to see, and just one thing you want to do.

“I want to see you cum.”

As soon as you say that the pace at which she’s fingering herself and massaging her tits slows down, her eyes fluttering as she brightly smiles, both curves of her lips turned upwards as she licks the wetness off her fingers, bringing both hands up to push the hair on her shoulders back.

“You’re such a good fuck-toy. Mommy would like nothing more than to cum with you,” she hushes in a raspy voice, moving her phone back as her pussy comes closer to the screen, Jihyo now laying down on the ground with her upper back lifted upwards so she can still see you, small folds building on her fit abdomen with her legs in the air. You have the complete view of her pussy, completely bare and nude, knowing how she enjoys the cool sensation of the air on her cunt when there’s no hair to block it.

“Pump yourself, cum for me,” Jihyo snarls as her hand creeps down to her cunt, roughly fingering her hole. You follow suit, grabbing your cock and harshly jerking it knowing that you don’t have much time before you cum.

Loud groans on your side of the end while heavy gasps come from her, the headphones on your ears making the sounds that much more clear and lucid. Despite the passionate scene taking place you find yourself wishing she was here in person, that you weren’t having to see this through a screen and hearing it through your headphones.

Your eyes stay on the screen in front of you as your heart thumps loudly, Jihyo’s gasps getting louder to the point where she’s loudly moaning causing a buzz in your headphones from the loud friction.

“Oh fuck, it’s coming!” She screams as you suddenly see some water-like liquid pour out of her cunt in a quick and small spurt, your eyes fixed on her leaking pussy as you take a quick gulp knowing what she was doing. She was squirting.

You remember she had done it just once before, late night when she had drunken too much liquid and you were pounding into her, stretching her tight cunt until she started rapidly gasping “babe, something’s happening.” You thought it was just her cumming so you kept going but suddenly you felt warm liquid hit your cock, causing you to pull out and have her squirt hit you directly on the chest.

But that was a while ago and it hadn’t happened since, both of you relating it to just too much to drink. So the two of you were surprised when this suddenly happened.

“Oh Y/N, fuck it’s coming again,” she screams in a high-pitched moan, the liquid squirting out once more but this time in a much larger quantity, spraying up swiftly and splashing all over her phone, the video of her becoming difficult to see due to all the liquid on her screen.

You were so captivated by the sight of your girlfriend squirting that you hadn’t even recognized that there was a massive tingling sensation growing in your body as you stroked your cock, seconds later your cum releases and shoots straight onto your laptop, covering your device in your semen as the thick scent of your cum fills the room.

You let out large breaths as you hear your girlfriend doing the same from your headphones, her video still difficult to see due to her squirt juice covering the camera.

“I wish you were here right now,” she whines, the liquid drying up slightly as you see her legs which rest on the floor slightly twitch, stomach rapidly breathing in and out as she begins to sit up. Her eyes go straight to the camera as she just realizes that her squirt had drenched it, causing her to whelp as she grabbed her hoodie thrown to the side and covered her face with it, embarrassed by the act.

You chuckle at her reaction as you see her slowly peeking from under her hoodie, a bit of her hair poking out as she whimpers, gauging your reaction.

She takes a deep breath as her hoodie slowly falls down, revealing her slightly reddened face. Her hair is a bit wet from sweat and her lips are slightly swollen from all the biting down.

“Don’t laugh,” she yells with a pout as you continue to chuckle at her reaction.

“You’re just so adorable. It’s been so long since you last squirted and you’re being too cute about it.”

While Jihyo was quite dominating in the bedroom, in the calm moments like these it was easy for you to tease her, knowing she loved it by the way a smile would creep on her face and her eyes would squint, like they are now.

“I just drank too much…” she responds sheepishly, ignoring her bra as she tosses her hoodie back on. She then grabs her panties and sees the damp wetness in the middle causing her to contemplate whether she should put them on now.

“What’s up?”

“I need to take a shower anyway. I guess I can keep them off,” your girlfriend responds, tossing her dampened panties to the side. Being nude, even regularly in front of you was no big deal to her anyway, and with her screen being through a phone all she had to do was to hold it up in her hand so only her upper body was visible.

“Good idea. Your panties are already so wet and you’re also wet down there from all that squirting that you might catch a cold if you put them on,” you say with a satisfied smile, stroking your chin as if you’ve made some great observation.

“Man you’re such a tease! You better watch it mister,” she wails, pointing to the camera with her finger as she squints her eyes trying to look intimidating but comes off as adorable instead.

“Yes mommy,” You laugh in reaction with Jihyo following suit. It’s these moments that you two cherish, the back and forth banter and laughter that can instantly cheer up the two of you. This is followed by several seconds of quietness, Jihyo ending it with a soft whisper.

“I miss you.”

You feel a sudden lump in your throat, heart sinking at the hushed voice you just barely head through your headphones.

“Soon, honey. Not much longer and we’ll be together again,” you reassure her with a bright smile. You had to stay positive for her, knowing how tough it could get for your girlfriend when she’s away from you with so many demands on her.

“I’m here for you. Always. Any time there’s something you want to talk about you could ring my number. Doesn’t matter how trivial,” you say calmly, making sure she heard every bit of what you said and understood the sincerity behind your words.

She smiles brightly in response, her signature smile with her beautiful white teeth displayed, as she puckers her lips to give you a kiss through the screen.

“You’re the best. I love you babe. It’s getting late and I have to take a shower so I should get going now.”

“Of course. Can’t wait to do this again,” you say with a smirk and she playfully winks in response.

You two say your goodbyes with her sending a flying kiss to end the call, and just like that through the laptop screen in front of you, you can see your reflection. Butt naked with precum drizzling on your thigh. Also there’s still cum all over your laptop.

Here comes your least favorite part of your nude FaceTime with Jihyo. Having to get up from your seat, grab some napkins and wipe your laptop clean and then having to spray it with a fragrance so your laptop isn’t smelling like a cum rag.

But for your beautiful, dominating, sexy, sweet girlfriend, even this is something you can endure. Although it’s still a bit messy.

[padawan-snack-packer]

Hullo my fren 👀🔔 Loving your clone trooper rants! Do you have anything about the Delta Squad, maybe some headcanons of a scenario where the reader is being bullied? Thanks! 💛

💥 Delta Squad x Reader — When You’re Being Bullied (and They Find Out)

OH MY GOSH!!!🧡 absolutely @orangez3st !! I adore Delta Squad, and this idea was SO fun and cathartic to write — thank you for sending it in!!💥💛 Our favorite murder commandos would absolutely ride or die for you, no questions asked, and now you’ve unlocked the feral protectiveness I’ve been keeping in my brain. Hope you enjoy the chaos and comfort, fren!! 👀🔧🧡

Hope you like it!!!😇

🟠 Boss (RC-1138)

You don’t even have to tell him. He sees it once — the way your shoulders curl in, the too-quiet “it’s fine” — and that’s it. His tone goes flat.

“Who did it?”

You say it’s not worth it. Boss says that’s not your call.

If you're with him during the moment? He steps in with zero hesitation. Calm, commanding, terrifyingly collected.

“You’ve got three seconds to walk away. I only need one.”

The bully runs. You shake a little. Boss just gently sets a hand on your back and murmurs, “Don’t let anyone talk to you like that again. Not when I’m here.”

He stays with you afterward, silently watching you breathe until the tension leaves your shoulders.

…Also might send an anonymous military complaint to their superior if they’re Republic-affiliated. No one traces it back.

💚 Fixer (RC-1140)

Fixer has a detailed file on this person within 20 minutes. He doesn’t even look at you when he gets up from the console.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

He’s the quiet, vindictive kind. Files misconduct reports. Has screenshots. Logs audio. Turns the bully’s security clearance into vapor. They’ll be lucky if they can access their own email next cycle.

Then he comes back and sits by you and — awkwardly — hands you a stimcaf.

“Here. Sugar’s set the way you like.”

He stares ahead.

“Don’t let them get in your head. You matter more than they ever will.”

You cry a little. He pretends not to notice, but one of his hands stays lightly touching your sleeve the whole time.

🔴 Sev (RC-1207)

”Who hurt you?”

You try to joke. You should not have joked.

Sev disappears for three hours. When he comes back, he’s got blood on his boots and a smile that makes Fixer actually look up.

“It wasn’t their blood,” Sev adds dryly. “Probably.”

You: “...WHAT did you do?”

“Don’t worry. They’ll live.” He leans in, voice lower. “But they’ll think twice before opening their mouth again.”

Then this chaotic horror show just sits beside you like some sort of a good therapy dog, crosses his arms, and grumbles, “You’re one of us. No one gets to treat you like you’re not.”

…It’s the most heartfelt thing he’s said all month.

💛 Scorch (RC-1262)

“WHO—WHAT—WHO AM I YELLING AT?”

He’s immediately at full chaos mode. He wants names. Spelling. Descriptions. Their whole astrological chart.

“I will EXPLODE something in protest! Not THEM, obviously! Because that’s illegal! I will explode… THEIR TRASH BIN. Yes.”

He brings you your favorite snack, a blanket, and five bad jokes in a row.

“Hey, did it hurt?”

“When what?”

“When they made fun of you? BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO MAKE THEM CRY LIKE A WET SOCK IN A VENTILATION SHAFT.”

But real talk: Scorch is the one who stays up with you later. Makes you laugh when you feel gross.

“I know I joke a lot, but... you matter to me. A lot. And if anyone ever makes you forget that again, they’re gonna find out what I keep in this satchel.”

You do not ask what’s in the satchel. You do not want to know.

[arsenalmatildasengland]

  FAKE STORY!

Chapter One - Hey Fangirl!

*you are Alessia in this story*

                                        ~2023~

I am extremely excited to watch that Men's game tonight as they were playing against West Ham,

Lately I had become overly chatty online with Declan Rice. I met him years ago while playing for England, but we remained acquaintances until recently when he congratulated me on a game I played well in.

I realised about a month ago that I liked him more than just a friend and I have a feeling that he's remained speaking with me non stop daily for a reason but I don't want to give my hopes up and be disappointed if that wasn't his intentions to begin with.

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You've just finished practice and you are off in your own world in the locker room going through your phone.

*your notifications*

Declan - 2 hrs ago

Good Morning :)

Declan - 1 hr ago

Have fun at training talk to you later

Declan - 40 mins ago

Damn it, I keep checking my phone hoping to see a reply and smiling like an idiot.

You read them and your heart pounds and you're staring at the screen smiling.

"Less, who's got you smiling?" - Mary Earps

"awww Lessi is in love!" - Ella Toone

"Can't someone just be happy? I'm catching up on what I missed" - You

You turn off your phone and put it down, you grab your shower bag that has all your toiletries in it and head to the bathroom.

Whilst in the shower you have so many scenarios playing out in your head on how you want tonight to go but you're a little nervous about if any of them were to play out.

" Less, we have to get going if you want to go to the game" - Ella Toone

"Okay I'm coming!" - You

You quickly get out and put on some jeans and a clean jersey, left your hear out and put on some adidas black and white shoes.

Tooney drove to the field.

Once you got there your nerves began to show, you were so nervous that you were going to run into him and not know what to say, part of you just wanted it to happen and part of you wanted to be prepared.

"What are you stressing about? It looks like your preparing for a year 8 speech infront of your class" - Tooney

"Declan Rice is here today." - you

"Okay and? You literally see him quite often" - Tooney

"Nope, Nope. This is different" - You

"Is he who is making you smile at your phone?" - Tooney

Your cheeks go bright red and your eyes open wide.

"That's cute I can see you both getting along" - Tooney

You both make your way to the seats where a few other players from the women's team are sitting.

Kick off is in 20 minutes but you really need a drink ,You quickly run down to the canteen and grab a Pepsi Max and a packet of Chicken Crips to eat.

You've made your way back up to your seat and you sit down scrolling through your phone.

*Notification*

Declan - Now

You didn't tell me you were coming.

You look up to see if you can see him, you haven't been able to find him

You -

Working hard or hardly working? Can't see you out there warming up.

Declan -

You realise now I have to play better to impress you.

You -

Well don't pop up out of nowhere cause I may go all fan girl on you and just squeal

Declan -

I'll score a goal for you cause you made the long journey here.

You -

I'd say I am honoured if that happens but you are the opposition and it was literally a 10 minute drive.

Declan -

Ouch, opposition. I see how it is Russo.

You -

Good Luck.

You put your phone in your lap and tune back into what the girls are saying that you are with.

Your hear is pounding like crazy and you can't help but smiling at the fact he said felt he needed to impress you.

The game is about to start, you watch them men's team come out of the tunnel and your eyes instantly lock onto Declan Rice, He's looked towards you as well and you locked eyes and your cheeks have gone red.

"Blush much Less?!" - Tooney

You look away and then look back, he has a smirk on his face. You realise the big screen camera is pointing towards the players from the female team

"Look who we have here, the women's team of Manchester United here to support the club" - Commentator on loud speaker.

You look back at Declan as the commentator said that and he's pointing towards himself, the camera quickly switched to him and it was caught him pointing towards himself.

"And it looks like Declan Rice seems to think they are here for him as a West Ham player" - Commentator

You instant laugh at him being called out. Ella looks at you and laughs cause she can see you both were silently communicating.

The game kicks off and United has the kick off. The first half of the game was pretty entertaining you found, a few yellow cards and some goals. Declan hasn't managed to score yet but has had a few on target shots that were intercepted by the goal keeper.

It was half time and United scored a goal but the West Ham players think they were offside so they are arguing with the referee, the referee doesn't believe they were and Declan kept arguing which resulted in him getting a yellow card just before the half time whistle went off, he was mad.

At half time he walked off into the tunnel, he kicked all the water bottles as he came off. You just wanted to know if he was okay, you believe the yellow card was a little harsh.

The half time break felt like it was taking forever, you've been just wanting to see he's okay and know that he won't answer his phone as he's needing to stay focused.

You see the team heading out but can't see him, he eventually walks out and looks mad. You tried to get his attention without being noticed but he looked at you then looked away without acknowledging you, it stung a little but you understood he was probably just trying to stay focused on the half ahead.

The game kicks off again and you've just been watching the game in general this half not just him, you have noticed a few skills that are being used and make a mental note to try and use them.

Declan managed to get the ball off a United player, he shot from a distance and it went in. He looked at you for your reaction but you didn't notice him and he stopped celebrating and went back to the game.

"Looks like Rice wanted a reaction from someone but didn't like what he saw" - commentator

You heard what was announced and looked for him but he wasn't bothered.

The Full-time whistle went off and you joined the men's team on the pitch to have a chat. Some of the staff of the United Men's team came and asked if you could come sign a jersey of a young girl in the crowd who had been wanting to meet you.

You agreed and followed them over to her. You see her little freckles and hair pulled back in a ponytail, you go over the barrier but remain behind the fence.

"Hello, it's so lovely to meet you." - You

"She's been coming to every local game men or women's in hope she'll get the chance to meet you" - little girls Mum

"What's your name?" - You

"Imogen" - Little girl

"Oh I love that name, did you want mum to take a photo?" - You

Imogen smiles and nods her head, you life her over the fence and are holding her whilst her mum takes a photo.

"Now I don't have one of my jerseys on me but next time I see you at a game I will come find you, is that alright?" - You

The little girl smiles and you say your goodbye and are heading back over towards Mary, Ella and the United Players.

You see Declan sitting in the middle of the pitch alone and you decide to walk out there. You are quickly running through what you want to say, you don't know whether to sit or stay standing.

You get out there and are a few steps away, he's looking in the opposite direction and doesn't know you're coming.

" Hey you," - you

You gave him a gentle playful kick as you approached him. He turns around and sees you standing there.

"Oh hello, I thought you left when I didn't see you with your friends over there" - Declan

"Just had to say hi to a little fan she was so cute was in hope I'd be at the game" - you

"That's sweet, shame you weren't playing could have given her a jersey" - Declan

"Yeah I know kind of disappointed for her" - You

He stands up and gives you an awkward side hug, your heart instantly beats faster. You both walk along playfully bumping into one another.

"Alessia, we managed to find a jersey here if you wanted to give it to the little girl." - United Staff

"Yeah of course, do you have marker so I can sign it?" - You

They hand you a marker and you go over and ask Mary and Ella to sign as-well, a few of the Men's United signed too. You walk back over to Declan who was waiting for you.

"Want to come meet my number one mini fan, just can't get jealous if she doesn't recognise you?"- you

"Oh please she'll forget about you the second I get over there" - Declan

You both laugh as you walk over to where she was sitting, you're looking around trying to find her, you see a little hand waving and run towards her.

"Hello again cutie, I found you a jersey and got heaps of signatures for you." - you

"Thank you Lessi" - Imogen

She leans towards you and gives you a hug, you get her a hug back and she has little tears of happiness in her eyes, you see them and wipe them away for her.

"Imogen I just have to ask, do you know who this is?" - You

She shakes her head and says no, you look right back at him and smile with attitude. You say your goodbyes to her and head back.

"So what are you doing now?" - Declan

"Was going to head back home and get ready for bed, pretty sore from training today" - You

He looks a little defeated after you said that, he looks away and slowly moves away from you.

"But if you wanted a tour guide, I could totally show you some cool places." - You

He smiles and comes closer to you again.

"So you want to go on a date is what I'm hearing cause if you wanted that should have said so, I'm not a mind reader " - Declan

You give a questioning laugh cause you're so confused but sort of nervous.

"Ahhh crap haven't got a group chat" - You

"You don't have a what?" - Declan

"Hold on wait here." - You

You sprint off to fine Ella, you are running around like a headless chicken and he is just laughing at you, you find her and speak so fast she can't understand.

"Tooney Tooney Tooney" - you

She turns around thinking something was wrong.

"What's the matter?" - Ella

"He's asking if I want to go on a date with him but not in those words." - You

"Well why are you telling me? Go answer the question you either do or don't" - Ella

You run back towards him, you realise you made a fool of yourself running off. You get back and he's just laughing at you.

"So is Tooney coming with us?" - Declan

You nervously laugh.

"I'm your designated tour guide." - You

"Okay, I'm glad. Let me go get changed then I'll meet you somewhere." - Declan

"Do you have a car?" - You

"Yes I have a car, do you?" - Declan

"No, well I do but not here with me" - You

"Okay Fan girl, go destress somewhere and I'll send you a message." - Declan

You walk off back over to Tooney and catch her and Mary up on what's happening, they both are laughing at you for running off and not answering. You end up waiting in the Foyer cause it got cold, Mary and Ella have left and you're waiting for him.

*notification*

Declan:

Hey Fangirl, ready to go?

[koolades-world]

Hello!! I was reading through the prompts and I realised there could be great angst hurt/comfort potential too, so here is my scenario with fem! MC x Satan pairing (established relationship): MC scored higher than some demons. Since she’s usually quiet, they take that as her arrogance and attack her. She barely escapes with a shallow slash on her back. Once she reaches HoL, she tries to treat her wound, but her hand won’t reach properly, so she messages Satan to come back quickly. While her room has become a slightly bloody mess, Satan is already freaked out by the bloody trail leading from RAD to HoL to MC’s room. Once he comes in, MC uses “Don’t freak out” prompt and proceeds to turn around, move her long hair only for Satan to see the wound, and a brand. Let’s say the brand symbolises a time when demons were allowed to have human slaves, so MC has had that since her childhood. When Satan asks why she didn’t seek immediate medical help, she responds with prompt 20, while having the medical supplies next to her. (I just adore the intimacy, domesticity, angst and comfort potential!) Sorry if it’s too long! You don’t have to write this, or you could shorten it to your liking! Have a lovely day/night!

hello!

this mc was fun to write! i had a good time creating a whole backstory haha. slight blood warning for this one, i don't go too in detail though :) i think this was my longest piece for the followers special yet

enjoy <3

prompt 20 and 38 w/ Satan

The test you’d taken last week had finally been graded and you had gotten your score back. Another A, as expected. You didn’t take your schoolwork lightly, not with Lucifer breathing down your neck anyways. Besides, you kind of enjoyed it. It gave you something to focus on. You weren’t exactly sure how useful the skills you were learning were, but it helped you learn more about the place you called home. You felt as if every time you began a new lesson, it was something entirely new.

Since you’d expected that grade, you weren’t exactly proud. Doing well just ensured Lucifer wasn’t upset. As of lately though, your boyfriend, Satan, had tried to make every good grade a small occasion. He wanted to put emphasis on your achievements since you didn’t. Once you told him it was because you didn’t want to seem like you were bragging, he reassured you it wouldn’t come across like that. He just wanted you to recognize your worth and celebrate yourself, because you deserved it. So, once you got that test paper back in your hand, you couldn’t help but smile because that meant a date with your significant other.

You were one of two humans attending RAD so you’d gotten used to the stares. So, you didn’t notice the deadly stares you were getting from a couple classmates. You carefully put the test in the folder of the subject it belonged to and sat through the rest of the lesson. Since it was the last of the day, you packed up your things, ready to head home. You were going home alone that day. Mammon was supposed to accompany you at home, but he got wrapped up in another one of his schemes last minute after the opportunity presented itself. As long as you didn’t tell the other brothers, it would be fine, since you knew they’d freak out. But you wanted the chance to prove yourself that you were more than capable, and could walk home alone more often. Unfortunately for you, it seemed like everything fell perfectly into line with those who were watching you.

You set off out of the school, waving goodbye to your friends as you split off in different directions. As soon as you got home, you were ready to get leftovers from the previous night’s dinner, and had been what you were thinking about all day. While walking, you messaged a couple friends, discussing your plans for the next day. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you failed to notice a few demons from your class following you. Finally, you noticed them when you stopped to cross a street. It made you a little uneasy, so you sped up.

Halfway home, a demon you didn’t recognize stepped out into your path. When you tried to step around him, he blocked your path. The demons following you from behind caught up, trapping you between the two groups. “Can I help you guys?” You’d barely had a chance to speak when you felt a rough shove from behind that stung. You could just barely reach the area, and the tips of your fingers came back with blood on them.

“That’s for being a stuck up brat and Lucifer’s little princess.” The one that shoved you snickered. Solomon had taught you a couple spells just for situations like this. Despite what they’d done to you, you couldn’t bring yourself to harm them. So instead of casting any offensive spells, you cast a defensive spell that granted you a temporary shield of sorts to allow you to get away further unscathed. As you ran, you were able to push past the demon in front of you. They followed you for a little bit, but after you yelled back at them, telling them you’d summon Lucifer or Satan, they promptly stopped in their tracks. They watched as you continued running. Even after you were out of their sight, you didn’t stop running until you were inside, in your room.

You stood still for a moment, trying to catch your breath. The adrenaline was dying down. It was only now that you could finally rest that you noticed the slow, but steady drip of blood made itself evident when you noticed it on the floor behind where you stood. You knew you kept a first aid kit in a box underneath your bed, so you fished it out. You began to try to patch yourself up, but you quickly realized there wasn’t much that you could do without help. You shed a couple layers, ans studying the now ruined jacket and green button up. You could worry about that later though. You studied yourself in the mirror, trying your best to get a look at your back. Your undershirt hadn’t been slashed, but the blood had started to run down into it, staining it.

The slash was just underneath the sigil mark you had at the nape of your neck that you’d had your entire life. You knew you needed help getting your wound treated since you couldn’t reach it yourself. The first demon your thought of was Satan, but that meant you’d have to explain the sigil, since you’d never told him about it. Reluctantly, you sent him a message, asking for his help. You knew he’d come running, so you didn’t elaborate. He responded quickly, asking you to summon him instead. You thought you had enough energy left, so youdid as he asked.

When he appeared, he was still in his RAD uniform and was clutching his bag to his side. He threw it down to the side and rushed towards you. “What happened?” He saw the blood on the floor and the discarded pieces of your uniform sitting face down on your bed.

“Don’t freak out. Please.” He looked worried, but nodded his head. You turned around and pushed your hair aside to reveal both the wound and the sigil. He gently placed his hand on your back, thumbing over the mark. His hands were cold on your skin, causing you to shiver.

“Sit down. I have a spell book back in my room. Don’t go anywhere.” He looked sad to leave, but he wasn’t gone long. In the short window of time that he was, you began to overthink and worry about what he might think of how that happened. You didn’t want him to think you were an idiot, or a coward. “Hold still, love. It might feel a little funny, but it’ll totally close the wound.” He held the book in one hand and placed his other hand flat on your back. He muttered an incantation under his breath, and right after he was done, you felt an odd tingle along the length of where the wound was.

“Thank you.” You tried to get up, but he pressed on your shoulders to sit you back down.

“I’m not done. I still want to clean off the blood.” Instead of using a spell for the task, he grabbed a pach of wipes he mustve brought with him to wipe off your back. You felt him pass it over your sigil a couple times. “Why didn’t you go to a professional, and why did you wait so long?” He threw the wipe in the trash, and grabbed another one to continue his work.

“You’re the only one I trust to do this, you know that as well as I do. Not that others would botch it, it’s just that it’s you.” You felt a little awkward admitting that, but it was the truth. You didn’t want to have to explain the sigil to anyone else, or trust them to see it, for that matter.

“I’m glad you trust me, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. If it does, you should do what is best for your well being.” He comfortingly rubbed your arm. The two of you sat quietly for a little longer as he finished patching you up.

“Do you want the story behind it?” You broke the silence, knowing he wanted the answer.

“Only if you want to tell me. It it would make you unforgettable, don’t. You don’t owe me an answer.” His voice was soft. You still couldn’t see his face because he was behind you, but you knew he’d be smiling at you if you were.

“I probably should tell you. It would’ve come up sooner or later anyways.” You paused for a moment, a little nervous, but you knew Satan wouldn’t judge you for something so out of your control. “I was actually born in the Devildom. My parents exchanged their firstborn for riches and whatnot. Thanks to that deal, I was born with this sigil, and no matter what, there’s nothing I can do to cover it up. I’ve tried every way possible, and the best I can do it a large bandaid, but that never lasts too long because it’s in a strange spot. I don’t remember much about my life here, but I was eventually rescued by some demon I wish I knew the name of when I was six or seven, and they found me a new, loving family in the human realm. Sometimes, I can still feel the pull of their magic, but that mysterious demon severed the deal.” You let out sigh.

“Is that why you were so apprehensive to be in the Devildom?” Satan asked. You nodded. “That would explain the light traces of demonic energy on you. I could never place it, but always just assumed it was because you have a pact with seven demons.” He suddenly hugged you. It surprised you a little at first, but you welcomed it. “If you want, I’ll help you find the demon that saved you.” You knew he would also find the demon your parents made a deal with, and the classmates that injured you, but he probably wanted to keep the moment sweet.

“Thank you. I’m not sure what I’d do without you.” You finally turned around to face him to hug him better.

“I could say the same about you. I’ll see what I can do about your shirt and jacket. A mending spell and a wash should do the trick.” He offered.

“Hey, by the way. I got an A on the test I took last week. Would it be too much to ask for a date night tonight?” You grew a little shy asking so directly, but it’s what you needed after the day you had.

“Of course. Congrats, my sweetheart. I’m so proud of you. Anywhere you’d like to go?” He gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Dealers choice please. You always pick something nice,” you said.

“I have the perfect place then. I have a favor to use. Put on something nice and meet me downstairs in an hour and a half.” You could tell he was already creating the plan for your evening together in his head. “I have a call to make. Will you be alright alone for now?” You practically melted at his gesture.

“Yes, thank you. I love you.” You meant what you said.

“I love you too.” He replied. You’d never guessed you’d end up back in the Devildom after all these years, but it was the place where you found true happiness, with Satan.

[blue-willow-tree]

Oh, darling girl, don’t think for a moment that the meaning of the cookie slipped past me, I understood it all too well. You may call me cruel, but the thought of you, so sweet and flustered, makes it impossible to resist imagining the scene. Picture this: my friends gathered for wine, their laughter filling the room, and you, seated demurely among us, trying so hard to stay composed under their playful gazes.

They’d take such delight in you, cooing over every shy glance and the way your blush creeps up your neck, painting your cheeks in that endearing way. One of them would tilt your chin up gently, catching your gaze, and with a soft smile, remind you to behave, after all, the grown-ups are talking. But even as you try to compose yourself, they’d find little ways to tease you, their words laced with both mischief and affection.

And I, ever indulgent, wouldn’t stop them. I’d watch as they toy with your composure, a chorus of murmurs telling you what a good girl you are, how perfectly you sit there, taking every teasing word and touch with such grace. Perhaps someone would stroke your cheek, commenting on how precious you look when you're shy, while another brushes your hair back, their voice a mix of admiration and light mockery as they praise your efforts to stay still and obedient.

I can see it so vividly—your wide eyes flickering between us, unsure whether to melt under the attention or squirm from the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly adored. But don’t worry, darling. Even in their teasing, there’s nothing but warmth. You’d feel it in every touch, every lingering look, every whispered word: you belong here, and you’re utterly cherished.

And as the evening wanes, I’d make sure you know, in no uncertain terms, just how good you’ve been—how proud you’ve made me. That blush of yours wouldn’t fade anytime soon, not when we’ve only just begun.

My dear friend, I know you’re claimed, and I respect that. The words above? Pure fun—nothing more than a playful tease to show I might not be as innocent as you think *wink* *wink*.

You. Are. Trouble.

"So please know you were the hot topic of a group of older women" you dialed your friend group to ask them what they'd do in this situation with me. How on heaven's earth do you expect me to go back to my normal daily life whilst knowing a group of beautiful (I just know it) older women were discussing this - no, no, were discussing me! It's been about 20 minutes since I found this cruel gift in my ask box and I'm still a puddle on the floor.

You absolutely aren't as innocent as you seemed, sweet Stuie. I was a silly girl for ever assuming you misunderstood that cookie emoji, I simply had absolutely no idea that it was exactly your intent. Your gift of writing has filled me with butterflies before, such as in TCOY, but this is something that will be stuck in my head for a while. Maybe when I read chapter 43, I'll have this scenario in my head x (I absolutely will).

You're a menace for this but I'll be rereading it for the remainder of the night, thank you very much.

[faededaway]

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It only takes one small incident to realize how fragile life really is.

Well, in hindsight, that wasn't a small incident. A short incident, yes. Maybe a 5 second thing. But stabbing someone's artery doesn't take that long and that's a fatal incident.

You'd been at a random house party that night. It'd been really late. Around 3AM or so. People were doing random things to entertain themselves. Someone suggested a competition of strength. A puts B in a headlock and B tries to free themselves.

It sounded fun. Everyone spread out in a circle, leaving room in the middle.

For the first few pairs, it was fun. You remember losing your breath from laughing at one guy's attempt to tickle their opponent to make them give up.

But when you recall your turn, your shoulders tense up and a shiver crawls up your spine.

Your opponent towered over you, your face coming up to his chest; his arm had been bigger than your face. You passed out on it quicker than you could call for help. Thankfully, it wasn't a drinking party. Many people were sober enough to rush over to your aid. It had taken four people to pull him off of you. Apparently, the big guy had had too many shots. He didn't mean to use so much strength and he didn't know you'd be so weak.

When you came to, you'd yelled in a panic; scared of anyone touching you. You'd been given space until you calmed down enough to recognize your friend (who then took you home). Even in your room, you'd been shaking in your bed. The trauma kept you up even after your friend had fallen asleep by your feet. You decided to never let this happen again.

Once the sun rose, you'd gone to your local gym and signed up for self defense classes. You didn't look too hard at any details. You were too shaken to care. The only thing that mattered to you was the need to be able to defend yourself from above mentioned situations. (Well, you looked hard at the billing details but skimmed over every thing else).

And now, 2 month later, you're here.

“We've gone over quite a lot the last few weeks. Today, I want to test your understanding of it. We will perform some example scenarios and you will try to defend yourself. Okay?”

Taishiro, your instructor, says to you as he lays out the safety mats.

It's been nice so far. Every lesson has made your shoulders less tense. You sleep better and flinch less. There's also another thing that Taishiro has helped you with.

He is huge. Huge like, 'probably hauls lumber for fun' or 'is a strong man competitor'. He is bigger than the guy who choked you; but he laughs after he sneezes because it tickles his nose and carries a We Bare Bears flask. Taishiro helped you remember that not all big guys were douchy or scary.

When he doesn't hear you reply he explains, “I use the word perform because I want you to remember I am only acting. And Itsuka is on standby. She will rush over any time you feel uncomfortable. Okay?”

You shake out all the little distractions in your head and look over to Itsuka who waves at you from her bench. You look back to Taishiro and give him the go.

Today, he's doing short one-on-one sessions with every student in class to provide catered lessons. It's not your first time doing this.

The introductory class had been similar. But seeing how similar he looked to your perpetrator made you freeze in fear. Itsuka had to step in to comfort you. He hadn't attempted anything after that. He knew there was a more pressing issue that needed attention. So he spent 20 minutes of every following class talking to you to make you more comfortable around him.

You're more than comfortable with doing this with him now.

“I walk up to you an' grab your wrist. What do you do?” he narrates as he performs. You think it's to put you at ease. You look up at him and smile. Easy.

“I raise the arm he grabbed to my face, palm side up, and grab his wrist and twist it away from me using the strength of my hips." You narrate and perform as he did.

He moves before you wearing a satisfied smile, "yes! Just remember the perpetrator won't always be male."

You can't help but grimace at his comment. He's right.

And so you continue this way for the next 15 minutes. He gives you feedback when you are unable to do some of the maneuvers and you repeat it until you get it right.

After a while, he changes the pace. "Let's try some maneuvers we haven't practiced yet. I want you to try to use the same principles and see if you can figure out what to do."

He stands behind you once again. but unlike before, he doesn't narrate anything.

"So what-"

Before you can complete your sentence, you find yourself laying on your stomach, your face pressed to the mat. Panic rushes through your body but subsides when you hear him speak, "the biggest challenge of self defense classes is to make you understand how the maneuvers work. I won't attempt anything else. Talk to me and think on how you could escape."

You take a minute to regain your breath. You try to think about your current position. Your hands lay on your side. His body isn't touching yours in any way. He is holding himself above you with his arms. In this situation, "I think I should turn on my side so I can use both my hands. Maybe I can crawl away from under you?"

"Let's try it. I won't change my position, so you can work this out." True to his words, he holds still while you try to free your arms.

When trying to lift yourself up to turn to your side, your back grazes against his torso. Even through your layers of clothes you feel his firmness. Steeling your thoughts, you focus on crawling out from under him.

"You've done so well," your face flushes when you hear his praise. You shake it off, just nerves.

He sits up and helps you do the same. Passing a towel over to you, he asks, "how are we doin'? How's your comfort level? Are we okay to continue?"

This new exercise wasn't too bad. It made you think about how real life situations would be much more unexpected. No real perpetrator would follow a script or pull 5 of the 'basic self-defense moves'. You needed to know more. You tell him as such. Eager to learn more.

"Okay, we'll enact a similar situation again. You'll lay on your stomach and the perpetrator will cage you again. This time I'll be closer to you so you have less space to work with. Okay?"

Determination fills your face as you get into position, "okay. I can do this."

A second later, you feel his warmth on your back. You feel your face heat up again; this time, the heat travels down to your stomach. You hear his voice right in your ear, "so, what can we do now? There isn't as much space as before. You may have to push me away to be able to free your arms."

His words come to you slowly. The alluring tone not matching the words being spoken. You shake your head and take deep breaths. Doing so makes him move away from you, "or we can stop here. We have done quiet a lot."

You nod. Maybe he's right.

"I'd suggest a warm shower. There should be a few empty stalls for you to use," he says as he stands up and holds a hand out to help you up again.

Warmth from his hand runs up your arm and you have to resist the urge to rub it. "Wh-, what are you doing now," you try to distract yourself by making conversation.

This tone of your question makes him pause before replying, "oh I have another student coming in 30 minutes. Gonna wipe down the mat and get ready for them."

"Oh! Let me help you," you attempt to bend over to roll the mats but he interrupts you.

"Don't worry. It's part of my routine. Helps me prepare," he smiles before waving you off.

You smile back and stumble over your feet on your way to the stalls.

Taishiro has been a self defence instructor for years now. Students often have some unintentional reactions to being very close to someone. It's natural. He's learnt to accept this. He knows how to deal with such situations.

Similarly, sometimes, he can't help how his body reacts to certain student's reactions.

He didn't lie to you when he said he has to prep for the next student. He does! He just didn't mention that the student arrives in 2 hours and 30 minutes.

He waits for Itsuka to take her leave before walking into the gym locker. He needs a cold shower.

You've grown wonderfully under his tutelage. He was worried you'd be too scared to continue his lessons. He wanted to refer you to a different instructor. But with Itsuka's help, you came around. He's glad you stuck around.

He has a soft corner for you. People are scared of him often. You have a solid reason to be scared, but to him it looks like you are trying your hardest to move past that fear. You want to be comfortable with him.

With every passing day, he grows more attached to you. Wanting you. Watching you more carefully. Maybe, being a little lenient with your late arrivals.

He can't help it. He doesn't want to upset you. He loves seeing your eyebrows wrinkle when you smile from ear to ear after learning a new move. He loves seeing your tensions fade away slowly. He definitely loved watching you bend over to-

Ah, darn. He needs the shower bad.

When he walks into the locker room, he hears a shower running.

He'd forgot he'd sent you in here.

Well, a stall further away should do.

He makes his way over to the end of the room but the sound of things scattering in your stall stop him.

He freezes. He holds his breath to try to hear you pick up your things or to hear you make some noise of acknowledgement.

When he hears nothing of that sort, he inches closer to where you are. He stops when he's close enough to put his head on the door.

He almost asks you if you're okay but sucks back his breath when he hears you.

He hears soft, frustrated cries that almost sound like sobs. Your breathing is erratic, frantic.

His knuckles tap on the door before he realizes, “darling-”

That same moment, he hears a high pitched moan from the other side. He immediately realises what the previous noises were and changes his question more befitting to his current inquiry.

“-if you need a hand, I'd love to lend you mine.”

Your breath hitches. He hears you still.

This moment, you being heard by the person that caused the predicament you're trying to take care of and then offering to help you, is something you would have never imagined.

Many questions come to your mind. But the most pressing one was, could you pass up this chance? Your hands move before you can weigh your options. You let him in.

He moves in without a second's delay. The space so crammed, his hands immediately cage you to the wall. His stomach touches your bare one. His eyes gleam as they catch the sight before him.

He looks at you once again, “thank you for letting me in. Believe it or not, I need your help too."

You reach out to touch him, He still has his clothes on but you can feel his hardness. An elusive moan escapes you, making him moan too.

"Darling, you sound so sweet," he looks into your eyes when he asks, "I want to touch you. Show me where I can touch you."

"Everywhere." And you mean it.

Feeling his body in your hands makes you crave his touch on yours. His big hands come down to your waist, still shying away from somewhere more intimate. You take his hand and pull him closer to you.

"Oh, darling, I want to kiss your skin,"

You hurry to get his clothes off of him, wanting to be closer to him, but your hands stop at his waistband. His hands cup yours, “go on, darling. Take 'em off. See for yourself what you do to me.”

A moment later, his thick cock springs free. And you choke on a moan.

He's thick, yes, but oh god. His thick cock is heavy and curls a little inwards. His tip is blush pink, his heavy balls have curtains that match his drapes.

Your hands palm his soft bush, he seems to like you doing that because, “oh, darling, love your hands on me.”

His hands move, too. His thick fingers glide across your skin, squeezing every bit of softness he felt.

Both of you are here, in this situation, without much thought. Yes, you're here because you need each other. But, how far will you go, here, in this gym stall?

“I said I'd lend a hand so, let me continue what you were doing, alright? Let me use my hands to please you.” Thankfully, he thinks the same thing you do.

You nod your head, “can I do the same for you?”

He shows you his billion watt smile and touches your forehead with his, “please do.”

You wrap your hand around his girth, the warmth of him bleeding into your hand. His hands reach for your warmth.

The two of you moan at first contact, soft giggles following the shared pleasures.

“Guide me how you need me, 'aight? I wanna be good to you.” A hand of his cups your face when he speaks to you, you feel his earnestness through his touch.

You nod wanting to say the same to him, a hand of yours running over his chest and his stomach.

He hums in approval, you hum too.

He ruts into your hand when you slow your pace and squeeze him tighter. You rut into his hands when he does the same to you.

You look into each other's eyes, glances stolen towards the other's lips. He leans in when you do, first kiss turns into three, four, and more.

You dance in sync until the sound of the water running fades into the background and the heat of your bodies keep you from feelings its cool.

Your come together, moaning into the kiss. His lips pull away from yours to better hear the sweet sounds that first lulled him in. Too caught up in consuming your ecstasy, he can't stop himself from cumming on your stomach. His cock throbs as it releases on your skin, some of it reaching up to your chest.

“Oh, shoot, darling, I'm sorry. Made a mess on you like this.” His apology is said through grunts and panting breaths, but you hear his slight shame. You giggle and shake your head at his comment.

Only difference with your mess is that his hand is big enough to contain it all in his palm. “Maybe you can give me a hand to do what I ought to be doing in here before, you know.”

His grin is wider than yours when he says, “lend me a hand too.”

With a finger you lift some of cum off of your chest and being it to your lips, “Mmm, of course I will.”

You're lucky Taishiro is a man with a strong will and an adult's libido. He chuckles at your display and shakes his head, “help me clean up so we can do this the proper way. I take you home, feed you a meal, and then we talk on how far this lending hand business goes.”

[END]

[gremoria411]

Alright so, new Gundam: Requiem for Vengeance 5-minute clip, looking to be the opening of episode 1. This’ll probably be my last post on the series until it actually comes out, so I’m gonna talk about the clip itself and predictions for the series in general (and maybe a few other things).

Yeah, it looks pretty good overall.

The Good

The mobile suit animation’s nice and smooth, the visuals are gorgeous (I particularly like the redesigned GAW and Dopp aircraft). I really like the look of the rest of the Red Wolves squad’s Zaku’s, and the score sounds nice. We still haven’t seen anything of the plot or any non-Zeon characters, so it’ll be interesting to see how they play this (they seem to be building up the Gundam as this horrifying monster, which is a neat take). We know the team is operating in Romania on November 6, which puts them very close to the Battle of Odessa on November 7th. It’s unlikely that they’ll be directly involved in the battle (otherwise we probably would’ve seen it in the trailers), but it seems likely that they’ll be involved in the fallout as the Federation begins to get its act together. This is also fun as Odessa is the Federation’s first deployment of their GM units (specifically GM Ground Types), which Zeon has no experience against. The existence of a Gundam on top of that is essentially the worst-case scenario for any Zeon Force, so suddenly Iria’s look of horror has some nice context to it. There’s obviously a lot of influence from Gundam Igloo, so it’ll be nice to see that too. I’m personally really hoping we see some space combat, but I won’t be too disappointed if that isn’t the case.

The Bad

Voice acting and lip-synch are looking kinda rough - buuut we kinda already knew that from the previous trailers (like that pink-haired soldier). And honestly, I don’t think it’s really an all-over problem, just a few specific performances - a lot of the bit soldiers were pretty good and, though maybe this is just me, it’s probably going to have a Japanese dub track, so if the voice acting’s flat enough then I’ve no issue watching it subbed (not that that’s a solution I’d suggest for everyone, obviously). It’s also possible that the actors were given poor direction with what the scene was going to be, hence their performances feeling disconnected.

I do feel like it’s suffering a bit with it needing to “set-up” Gundam a bit - the two soldiers conversing where one says “yeah, I’m looking forward to going back to my girlfriend, in space” then gets shot shortly after. Like, if he had been shot by a mobile suit than I would’ve said that was Gundam in its bare essentials, but it does feel like there’s an….. obligation? Towards it? Sorta like “yeah yeah, war is hell and all that, oh gotta mention that we’re a sci-fi property too, that’s important….”. I don’t know, it’s just I can quote multiple scenes that have done a better job of establishing stakes and tone like that off the top of my head, so Requiem for Vengeance’s take just feels pretty flat. Also - and this is very nitpicky - the individual space colonies in the sides have names, like Tigerbaum or Achilles, so the soldier could’ve just said “my girlfriend in the Achilles space colony” or something. Yeah, it’s still a bit hackneyed but it would’ve made more sense. Dang, if only we’d solved Gundam’s need for set up back in 1979, isn’t it a shame we can’t take 20-30 second to be like “Oh hey, Zeon declared Independence and now there’s a war on *shot of operation british*. It’s not going well though”. C’mon guys we already cracked this, what’s the issue?

The character animation’s rather lacking too - I don’t know much about Unreal Engine, so it’s possible that it’s rather tricky to animate convincingly using it and they wanted to use those resources on the Mobile Suits, but several of the Zeon and Federation Soldiers just look like tap-dancing deer in headlights in the opening scenes. The Tanks….. I’m probably remembering IGLOO’s animation as better than it was, but they feel so cumbersome here, and the way that the Federation tanks just line up behind each other when attacking feels kind of lazy - especially since they outnumber the Zeon tanks nine-to-four.

Other stuff

There’s been basically nothing on the characters as yet, so there isn’t really anything to go on in terms of personality. Honestly, it could go either way with them, though I fully expect at least one of Iria’s wingmates to be killed (likely by the enemy Gundam, but it might be thematically interesting if an enemy tank gets them). Furthermore, it looks like one of the tank commanders seen in the clip is going to be a recurring character, which’ll be interesting. It’s unclear as to whether Newtypes will feature - Iria has an explanation on what they are but it’s unclear if this is just scene-setting or not. I’m not really sure how they’d fit into the plot, so I guess it’ll be a wait-and-see affair. I’m also still interested in seeing if we’ll get anymore kits out of this - I can’t imagine there’s any reason we wouldn’t see some more Zaku’s or the new GM, since most of the design work is already done. I’ve noted previously that the “new” Gouf Custom design appears to be so it will require the minimum amount of work to turn into a kit, since it’ll most likely be a variant of the existing one.

Apologies if this posts a good deal more scattershot than usual. It was partially to collect my general thoughts on the new clip in general, and also because I wanted to interrogate my own thoughts a little bit. This is because my immediate thought at the end of the clip was: “Man, Code: Fairy was crap”And I have absolutely no idea what brought that on.

[chiiyuuvv]

clingy xikers asking for cuddles/kisses headcanons?? 🫣🫣

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MINJAE ☆

usually pouty when he wants his kisses

Just sticks out his cheek and taps it, waiting for the smooch

Very whiny too, dragging your name out with a "ahh" at the end as he tries to get you to kiss him

"Pleasee~" with big puppy eyes and dropping his bottom lip

Dont tell the members this ♡

JUNMIN ☆

Puts his head on your lap and looks up at you with his doe eyes

"Cuddle?" His voice is small as he opens his arms

how could you not engulf the cutie?

Melts in your arms

This is usually when hes feeling a bit down about something, so he uses this time to rant about his day or whatevers been on his mind ♡

SUMIN ☆

Its in the mornings

Hes just woken up and he wants you to stay in bed with him for 5 more minutes

15 minutes later and hes still stuck to you

His arms are draped around your body and his head is in the crook of your neck

Andd then youll spend the morning sleeping in ♡

JINSIK ☆

Calls you over

Tries to act cute (stupid) to get you in his arms but you just laugh at him

And now hes pouting

Hovers over you if youre doing something, turning off your computer or slapping your phone out of your hands

And hugs you tightly. I mean, really tight :) ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

Lots of staring, but bats his eyes away when you catch him

A little shy to say that he wants to cuddle, so he just waits until you catch on

Usually wants to be the little spoon on these scenarios, his head on your chest and your arms wrapped around his neck

And plenty of head pats and ruffles too!!

Just has this little smile on his face with his eyes closed, take care of him ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

Bro just spawns in your arms

Youre not use how it does, or how it happened. One minute youre watching tv and the next hes in your arms

A smile on his face as he feels small, tucking his head into your neck and his arms wrapped tightly around you

Please rub his back

He'll love you more, i promise ♡

SEEUN ☆

Petty when hes clingy

Just like "oh, you didnt give me my good morning kiss so im not going to make your coffee. Yeah, what are you going to do?"

And he doesn't need just one kiss to make up for it, he needs 10, 20, however much he wants

And even then is he not satisfied

So you gotta treat him like your baby girl for the rest of the day ♡

YUJUN ☆

Comes up behind you out of nowhere and wraps his arms around your waist

Like if youre washing the dishes or something, he starts giving you back hugs and kisses on your neck, telling you to go to bed and how he'd do everything in the morning

Its a little hard walking when hes attached to you

But also refuses to leave you

So now youre wobbling around the house ♡

HUNTER ☆

Kinda rare, he usually teases you if youre feeling clingy

But its mostly when hes feeling sleepy, he just wants kisses and hugs and just wants to be pampered

And the dazed smile he gives you makes the whole thing worth it, giving him more and more

Now his heart is fluttering like crazy, repeating your name with laughs as you peppers his face with kisses

Whispers how much he loves you, then closes his eyes ♡

YECHAN ☆

Traps you in his arms, especially if hes taller than you

Wont let you go as hes rocking your body back and forth

Keeps patting your head and you want to leave his grasp but hes just smells so, so good

Sometimes this might lead to a tickle fight, or maybe even pillow?? Dont ask me how

He just wants to hug his baby okayy?! ♡

[cog5]

Last Call at the South Keep

The South Keep was originally completed in May 2023, as part of #dungeon23. The combined area has now been added to the PDF, along with an accompanying set of 20 random happenings. 

This is also the first time in months that I’ve revisited editing of the mega-dungeon as a whole, rather than focusing on daily room keys. As part of that, I’m adding overlapping prompts and encounters to hook players from one major area to the next. This is a lot easier now that each room is complete and I know the bounds of the entire mega-dungeon. 

I’ve also played with the formatting a bit, added a few quality of life changes to the layout. Fixed lots of embarrassing typos, and undoubtedly added new ones that will be even more embarrassing! I have a bad habit of adding and removing nouns and adjectives that result in an “an” somewhere that should be an “a”, or vice-versa. All that to say: Edits continue. 

For areas that do not yet exist in the PDF, or pages that may shift, I’ve left placeholders, referenced as “##”. These will be filled in as new areas are added. I’m not sure if it’s more preferable to get updates monthly, or if people would rather get areas in larger batches, two or three at a time? Either way, I’m working towards having all 12 areas compiled, edited and added to the PDF by the end of the summer in 2024.

Back to the South Keep. This post will include some behind-the-scenes thoughts that will make more sense if you’ve read through the area at least once, but I’ll try to include some context regardless.

The layout of the South Keep is probably the least interesting to me, it ended up pretty boxy, the “pages” really stick out here. But the encounters ended up being some of the most bizarre and entertaining keys I’ve written, so that redeems it for me. Some of the mega-dungeon’s narrative gets fleshed out here, too. There’s a lot going on. 

This segment of the adventure is a bit of a refuge for adventurers, a place to take a breather. Not to say the South Keep is a cakewalk, but my focus was to lean into weird encounters, rather than fatal combat scenarios. As a matter of pacing, the Gatehouse and Factory that surround the South Keep are much more dangerous, and it’s likely players have just passed through one of those areas to get here. 

From the south entrance, the narrative builds on how The King has been dethroned. In the entry hall, there is a statue of the monarch with their head missing. This continues the theme presented earlier in the Gatehouse garden, where it’s shown that members of the royal court had turned on The King.

From the west entrance, things are a little more random. There’s a “disturbed” spot on the floor. At the very least, it shows how the keep is decaying, where a sinkhole might appear. This place is old. Another more interesting option establishes the presence of a Clerical Beast who roams the South Keep. This creature was inspired by the administrative offices, found further in, and may show up as a random happening. This area may also be the first sighting of Nanomachines, which play a larger role later in the mega-dungeon. 

The concept of the players spending a lifetime as a nano-proxy was a riff on the old Star Trek TNG episode “The Inner Light”, where Picard is rendered unconscious for a few minutes, but experiences an entire lifetime on an alien world. Or maybe that “Hard Time” episode of Deep Space Nine, where O’Brian is falsely convicted for a crime, and as punishment he is implanted with memories of being imprisoned for several years. Some kind of mash-up along those lines. I resisted adding a flute or a sympathetic doctor.

The major factions in this area are the Office Automatons and the staff and patrons of Dillo’s Bar. There’s a chance that neither of these groups ever interact, but I’ve set up a lot of dominoes here. Add the players to the mix and something is going to topple. 

The Office Automatons as non-player characters don’t garner a lot of sympathy, but do flesh out the administrative nature of mega-dungeon. I think it’s more likely that players will gravitate to Dillo’s side of the keep where they can take on quests to delve deeper into the dungeon.

The ultimate showdown between the Office Automatons and Dillo’s Bar is if the second “Order of Business” event is triggered. This is where The Spire’s Administration has decided to send in guards to shut down Dillo’s by force, creating a standoff for the players to get wrapped up in.

An aside: Speaking of random things, I don’t know why nested random tables appeal to me so much, but I love writing them. Burying elaborate events behind improbable chance just feels good. A 1-in-100 chance of a good time makes it a great time. It’s probably near the same part of the brain where rolling a crit lives.

And then there’s the theater. The main stage area sets up more of the narrative for the dungeon itself. Establishing the undead Queen who will show up later in the Monastery, establishing how the Tetric Necromancer thinks highly of himself, as the rightful ruler of The Spire. More King bashing. Elements of propaganda through technology, etc. That all fits fine. 

What didn’t fit in the theater was the addition of Guilfoyle’s Ghost. But I ain’t mad. I sort of fell in love with the concept as I was writing it, a thespian ghost whose play is slowly eating the real world. Then I ran out of space to really do it justice (trying to keep each area contained on one page). I hope it’s a concept that a game group can take and expand on. It’s a bad situation that’s easy to stumble on, and could easily end a run if players are unable to resolve things. I especially liked it because it’s high-stakes but doesn’t inherently involve fighting. It’s more like a trap you can reason with. And that’s pretty cool. A concept worth exploring further in the future.

Before I wrote the theater, I wrote the gallery. I basically wanted a “weird event” generator. The paintings on the walls come alive and create a situation for the players to navigate. Resolving the situation grants them some kind of item as a reward. A bit of a slot machine, I suppose. A lot of the painting descriptions are based off of dreams I’ve had, visuals that have stuck with me over the years. Have fun with them.

I don’t have a lot to say about the Recess of Finance. Depressed bank machines just seemed amusing to me. 

And lastly, the Morning room, a chill place to rest. I think it would be nice to end a session there, have the party sleep, and when they wake up their wounds are mended. With the side effect of being covered in geometric tattoos, caused by the magical healing properties of the stained glass windows.

I’m going to sleep now, too. See you in the next area!

[mathisshiftss]

A scenario in my Coffee Shop DR

I arrive at Spencer’s house after a very long week.

Warnings: Drinking, boys kissing, lowkey a breakdown

Immediately after I’m done at work I go to Spencer’s apartment. It’s been a hard week and it’s finally Friday, I can finally keep him up because he finally doesn’t have work the next day. Thank god.

He answers the door, still in his regular clothes, lacking the blazer and tie. Brown pants, green cardigan, dress shirt.

“Matt? What’s up?” He asks gently, inviting me inside.

“I missed you.” I say gently. “I had a hard week.”

“How come?” He asks, his hands finding my jacket as he helps me slip out of it.

“Just… I don’t really know.”

He knows it’s a lie. He doesn’t press me about it, he knows better than to. I’d just get upset and leave, he’d rather me not be alone when I’m upset.

“Okay, well… do you want to do something? Need anything?” He asks gently.

“You keep the good wine around here somewhere, don’t you?” I ask.

“You don’t think any wine is good.” He teases, pushing the hair out of my face.

“Maybe I will tonight.” I say with a smile. “Please?”

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, his voice softening as he asks.

“Yeah, I’m just really in the mood to take some edge off.” I force a smile.

“Fine… just, let’s not overdo it, okay?”

He gets the wine and we sit down, sipping quietly. I definitely end up overdoing it. Within about 20 minutes I’m sifting through his records, looking for something to listen to.

“Your music taste is ass.” I giggle. “All classical. Where’s that album I got you?”

“Oh, it’s next to the player.” He says. We’re both slurring our words a little, I’m more drunk than him. Neither of us are surprised about that.

I get up, stumbling over my own two feet as I walk over to the record player. I almost fall, causing me to curse under my breath.

“Ah, found it.” I say, putting it on the player. It takes a second before music starts coming out of it.

The story behind the gift is funny. A few weeks before Christmas last year I had been at Spencer’s, looking at his stuff, and I noticed that he has no good music. So I went out and found my favorite album ever recorded; Grace (legacy edition) by Jeff Buckley. With it, there was a handwritten note.

“Here you go, Spence. The start of good music in your collection. It’s my favorite, you’d better like it.

Love, Matt.”

“I listen to it a lot.” He admits from the couch. I turn to him with a soft smile.

“Yeah?” I say softly. “Glad I got it for you?”

“Definitely.” He smiles. I put on the record, the first song that plays is “Mojo Pin.” I sing along drunkenly. The words are slurred and I’m slightly behind on the words but I know it by heart.

Spencer watches as I dance around his apartment, although, it wasn’t exactly dancing, more so waltzing around the apartment, occasionally throwing my hands up and tripping over my own two feet.

When “Hallelujah” comes on I look at Spencer. I smile forms over my lips and I step toward him, stumbling a little. He isn’t nearly as inebriated as I am, he usually isn’t.

“Spencer.” I say in a singsong tone. “You should dance with me.”

He smiles and lets out a quiet laugh. “What? I can’t dance.” He says, trying his best to get out of it.

“Come on. Please? For me?” I ask.

“Matt, I can’t dance when I’m sober, what makes you think I’m gonna be able to dance when I’m drunk?” He says, smiling up at me. I offer him my hand.

“Then just sway with me.” I say softly.

He rolls his eyes. “I can’t!” He giggles.

By the time he is finally convinced, Jeff Buckley has gotten through almost a minute of the song. I pull him up and I wrap my arms around his waist. He doesn’t know what to do with his.

“Matt, I don’t dance.” He giggles.

“Just hold me. You do that, right?” I say, looking at him with a gentle gaze. He smiles and looks down as he rests his arms over my shoulders.

“Is this good?” He asks.

“This is perfect.” I say gently. I shift forward and rest my head on his shoulder.

Well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth

As the music progresses, I begin to make more dramatic movements with my body, guiding Spencer’s along with mine. He stumbles and blushes with embarrassment.

“I’m so uncoordinated!” He says. “I can’t do this.”

I smile at him.

“Yes you can, come on.” I say, pulling him back into me. My hands rest on his hips.

“Put your hands here.” I say, and I move his hands to my waist, they wrap around slightly. “Would you like to hold one of my hands or stay like this?”

He pauses for a moment. “Um… Hold hands.”

I giggle and take his left hand in my right. I hold it to the side, near our shoulders.

“I’ll guide you, okay?” I say softly. “Step with your right foot.”

He does, I do it at the same time. He smiles at me. I tell him to move his left and he does.

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

He’s finally starting to get the hang of it, although, he accidentally steps on my feet every so often. We laugh together.

“You’re doing great.” I say softly.

“Am I?” He sounds like he absolutely does not believe me. “I keep stepping on you and I’ve never danced before in my life-“

I kiss him to interrupt him. The movement stops.

“That’s why I’m teaching you.” I whisper when the kiss finally ends. His face is red. “Come on. Left… right…”

I guide him and we dance in circles around his living room.

And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch, and love is not a victory march. It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Our dancing has slowed. It’s turned more into a standing hug. My face is buried in his shoulder and his hand is on my head, gently playing with my hair.

“Matt?” He asks, his voice is gentle.

“Hm?” I ask gently.

“It’s not healthy to drink away your problems.” He says gently. “I’m not trying to tell you how to live or anything. Just…”

“I know.” I say quietly. My hold on Spencer tightens, just a little. “I don’t know what else to do. There isn’t anything to talk through…”

“That’s okay.” He whispers. “This was fun though, right?”

“Mhm.” I admit.

“And I’m glad you didn’t just get sad drunk all by yourself. I’m glad you came to me.” He says softly. His hand runs up my hair.

“I knew you’d be upset if I ended up drinking myself into a coma.” I joke.

“Maybe a little.” He laughs. He puts his hand under my chin and makes me look at him. “I love you, Mathis.”

I smile, looking over his face.

“I love you too, Spencer.”

He places a gentle kiss on my lips, his hand finding my jaw.

“Stay the night?” He asks softly. “You can’t exactly drive home, anyway.”

“I’ll stay.” I whisper. “Thank you.”

[im-just-confused]

Who caused it this time? (No one, actually) Chapter 1

A/N: hello, i posted this incomplete chapter on AO3 and i'm trying to get some motivation to finish it. tell me what you think! (please be nice this is my first time writing fanfiction).

btw Shinso replaces Mineta 'cause this is a Mineta hate club :)

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summary: All Shouta wanted was this one excursion. One time that this class didn't get themselves knee deep into shit. Obviously, that's not possible.

Or, Class-1A deserved a nice excursion for once, but instead, some kid's quirk went nuts and now they're playing 'who's got what quirk?'.

All Shouta wanted was this one excursion. One time that this class didn't get themselves knee-deep into shit. Obviously, that's not possible. There was some new hero museum opening and the class spent a week begging to go, and to absolutely no one’s surprise, All Might was the first to cave in.

Shouta knows something’s gone wrong the minute Toshinori’s name lights up his phone. He has no idea why he let Toshinori take the class by himself.

Shouta lets out a sigh, rubbing a hand against the growing ache in his forehead. The second he picks up his phone, all he can hear is disaster. There are explosions, there is a child crying, and somewhere in the background he can make out the frantic voices of his students. Shouta’s eyes widen for a moment, the ache in his head forgotten as Toshinori’s shaky voice sounds through his phone.

“Aizawa… I think I’m going to need some help with this one.”

And with that he hung up. He hung up. The idiot didn’t think to give any other information, sending Shouta headfirst into panic, his head rapidly producing thoughts of what might’ve happened to the class. Maybe he cares about these kids more than he’d like to admit.

The museum is 20 minutes from UA, yet with determination (and the breaking of a few traffic laws), Shouta made it in 11.

Out of all the scenarios that were concocted in his head, none of them even slightly resembled this.

Bakugou is yelling, which isn’t a surprise to anyone, but Shouta’s more focused the flickering lines of electricity dancing up and down his arms. Ojiro, Shouji, Sato and Mina are attempting to stand in various spots around the room and it takes Shouta longer than it should to realize why. I suppose it would be disorientating to gain or lose limbs, he thinks.

An explosion catches his attention, and he turns to see Yaoyorozu backed into a corner, looking uncharacteristically small. A wave of relief washes over her features as she sees Aizawa. She’s holding her hands so that they’re facing away from the rest of her body, the small pops in her palms are a clear indicator as to why. The most unnerving of the lot is Iida, who isn’t saying anything. Shouta has been subconsciously expecting Iida to be shouting orders, keeping everyone under control, yet he was just frantically chopping his arms around. Silently. And although everyone is panicking, no one seems to be injured and there don’t seem to be any villains around, which allows Shouta to take a breath.

Where the hell is Toshinori? Shouta pushes the thought to the back of his head and goes to take a step into the chaos when he hears a familiar voice call out.

“Aizawa!” He turns and faces the man himself,

“What the hell is going on?” Toshinori scratches the back of his neck, the act makes him look somewhere between sheepish and guilty.

“There was an accident.” Shouta just stares at him blankly, his headache springing back to life. When Toshinori doesn’t elaborate, he sighs and says,

“I can see that, but what happened?” and with that, a small boy, no older than 7, lets out a sob. Aizawa eyes the boy, then the blonde man in front of him who places a comforting hand atop the boy’s head. Toshinori sighs and his shoulders slump.

“It’s the boy’s quirk. He can swap other people’s quirks, but he can’t control it. He accidentally set it off and scrambled the class’s quirks. Luckily, there weren’t many civilians around and none of them were hit. However… none of the students can properly control the quirks they were just given”.

[dennydraws]

Le Tag!?

Last Song: Indila - Love Story I've recently discovered this song and the piano version has been living in my head for a while now. I occasionally replay it at work while imagining fluffy scenarios... :")

Favorite Colour: Pinks forever!

Last Book: Mamnik ... a Bulgarian author book which I really, really wish it would get an EN translation some day cause it was such a good thriller mixed with slavic mythology!

Last Movie: Sonic 3 (It was so good... T^T)

Last TV Show: Severance Season 2 (I'm still watching it!)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory and Spicy! Ironically, I'm not a sweets person :D;; Very little sweet does the trick for me.

Last Thing I Searched for Online: ... Suikoden 1 recruitment guide cause I forgot where Maximillian and Sanchez show up.. :D;;;;

Current Obsession: SUIKODEN!!! Replaying my childhood faves which shaped me as an artist and writer is a big thing for me. Seeing the series being revived makes me hopeful that I may in fact see answers to some questions! I'm at the final boss of Sui1 and I'm so happy with the love and care the remasters got...

It also made me look through old drawings I did as a kid. Back when I had just finished Suikoden 2 for a first time and I immediately went to make some OCs and write a story inspired by the game and to this day I consider it one of my most beloved works xD; It's been...well, about 20+ years now, I want to redraw some of them and re-read my notes. Obviously my writing was what you'd expect from a 15 year old but it's still near and dear to my heart. Maybe I'll share some of the redesigns when I get to them... :'D;;;

Looking Forward To:

Starting Suikoden 2 this weekend! My fave game ever... T^T

Redrawing some old characters! I'm hungry for traditional arts! And I bought some copic ink refills cause some markers started to give in...after over 5 years no less.

Walking more now that the weather is getting better! I've been thinking to try listening to audiobooks cause I have about 40 minutes walk to work every day :D;; and I rather listen to something better than cars passing by.

Sketching Chapter 16 of The Sneric Comic... with Suikoden into my hands, I may take a bit to get back into the head space for it again but I'm excited to resume it cause next chapter is so satisfying!

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