#this was really random and a little rushed bc i was in the car

[vivwritesfics]

Hi!! Can you please do one where y/n has been feeling really sick but doesn’t tell lando about it bc he’s been stressed at work and stuff. She ends up kind of being antisocial and rotting in bed bc of her sickness and lando ends up suggesting a break since she doesn’t seem to suit his lifestyle anymore. Y/n ends up running into landos mom at the dr office for a checkup where she finds out she’s pregnant. She asks Cisca to keep it a secret but she ofc tells lando she saw y/n at the dr office. Ending however you want! Thank youuuu

changed slightly buuuuut i like it

Warnings: hospitals, vivi knowing nothing about hospitals

She was sick of everything. Not because she was literally sick of everything, but she was feeling hot and bothered, generally shitty, and her head fucking killed.

Everybody was pissing her off. Her co-workers, her boss. That random guy on the bus that was breathing just a little bit too loud. He noticed her glaring, but went right back to breathing just as loudly.

The minute she got into the apartment, she sagged. She checked the keys on the hook, except no keys were there. It was a little bit of a relief that her boyfriend wasn't home at that minute; there was no telling her close she would have been to snapping at him.

She crawled under the bedsheets, never to emerge again...

Except no because Lando wasn't going to let her rot in bed. When he got home that night, she explained it to him, explained that he was feeling so shitty. Immediately he'd gotten her pain killers, water, and toast.

After four days of her just rotting in their bed, Lando was sick of it. Well, not sick of it, but he was worried. Incredibly worried.

He sat by her bedside and brushed her hair away from her forehead. "I'm begging you to go to the hospital baby," he said and squeezed her hand. "Please."

She stared at him, looking positively grumpy. "I'm fine, Lan," she assured him as she sat up. "I'm gonna go into work tomorrow, I promise."

He released a sigh, but he trusted her. If she said she was fine, then she's fine.

"Keep me updated when I'm racing, please," he said and she agreed.

And she did go into work the next day, but she felt so fucking shitty. She had no choice but to go to the hospital.

Fucking hospitals, she hated them. Sitting there anxiously as she waited to be called into the doctors office. Her knee bounced and she kept her arms wrapped around her midsection, staring down at the floor.

But then she was called into the doctors office. Her steps were quicks as she rushed forward.

"Well, miss L/N," he said as he looked at the results from her bloodwork. "Congratulations, mom!" He pushed the results towards her.

With shaking hands, she picked up the paper and looked at it. Her information, stuff that was too much for her brain to read, and then the results. Yep, she was pregnant. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "No. No, no, no."

Tears sprung to her eyes as she put the paper back onto the doctors desk. "I-I need to call my mother in law."

No, she couldn't call Lando. Not while he was racing, not while he was on the other side of the world. It would just worry him while he couldn't get to her. So, instead, she called her future mother in law.

Cisca Norris arrived at the hospital as soon as she could. She found her in the waiting room, where she had been stopping herself from freaking out. But her nails were digging into her palms, leaving little crescent shapes in her skin. "Oh, darling," Cisca said as she pulled her to her feet.

As soon as they got outside, she was in tears, barely able to keep herself standing. But Cisca got her into the car and calmed her down. She talked her through it, got her to the point where she was no longer crying.

"I think you should tell Lando," Cisca said, and she immediately shook her head.

"No, Cisca, I can't! I can't, I can't, I can't." It took everything in her to not break down into tears.

But Cisca just squeezed her hands. "You can do this." She waited for a confirming nod before she called Lando.

His voice came loud and clear through the car. "Hey mum," he said, seemingly without a care in the world.

She sucked in a breath. "Lan?" She squeezed.

"Baby?" He couldn't hide the concern in his voice.

Her entire body shook as she squeezed her eye shut. "Lando, you're gonna be a dad."

She was so quiet, it wasn't clear whether Lando had heard it or not. The slight pause he took didn't help. But then, "Holy shit! I'm gonna be a fucking dad! Let's go!"

[tyuntopia]

★ txt as popular tropes

pairing : ot5 x fem! reader

genre : fluff, kissing, a bit suggestive but not really??

a/n : this was my first time writing so i hope u guys like it!! i kinda went overboard with tyuns oops but please leave asks so i can continue with things u guys like <3

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yeonjun friends to lovers

you guys would probably know each other through modeling agencies or some type of work, talking basically every day, going to coffee runs together, shopping sprees, calling on facetime

you didn't really see him in a romantic light until your best friend mentioned it and from then on you couldn't get the idea of you two as a couple out of your head

he noticed a slight change in your behavior - the fast pull of your hand from a skim of his finger, the twitch in your spine as he put his hand on your lower back, the inability for you to hold eye contact longer than a few seconds

so he started to get a bit suspicious and of course, as the tease he is, he pulls you in for a hug and begins leaning in, and once you close your eyes and start leaning in to he knows hes cracked the case

he just stands there with a smug smile as you wait there for a kiss until you open your eyes with a pout and give a light slap to his chest

he shakes his head and laughs until he pulls you in for the second time to share a kiss

soobin strangers to lovers

my guess is that you met at a grocery store

you dropped your card at the register and he was behind you so he went ahead and picked it up for you

as you made eye contact your world stopped because of how cute he was (don't get me started on his bread cheeks >.<)

but little did you know that he thought the exact same thing of you

as he passed you your card, you felt a spark run through your body but you ignored it opting for a simple and quiet 'thank you' and a bow which was returned with a wave of his hands and a 'of course, no problem' paired with a light dust of pink of his cheeks

on your way home you couldn't stop thinking about him and you wanted to see him again so you planned to go to the same grocery store at the same time and day next week -- little did you know he was planning the same thing

you began seeing each other every week until finally as you were grabbing mangosteen he came up next to you telling you that this was his favorite fruit

you exchanged names and walked around while talking about random little things until you both realized the time and walked to the register

he walked you to your car and left you with a simple 'see you next week'

the next time you saw each other he finally asked you for your number to pick you up for your date at the bakery cafe ^^

beomgyu enemies to lovers

he would be the one class clown who would always pester and make fun of YOU and not your other classmates

secretly though he just wants your attention bc he's scared to outwardly show his feelings -- especially now that you probably hate him

but then one day you two end up getting paired for an assignment that requires you guys to work together in and outside of school

at first, he continues his antics but as time passes you begin to see a softer yet still playful side of him

there's lingering touches between you two, late night walks, quick ice cream runs, arcade "breaks"

until finally you guys share your last block of work time before the project is due and as you leave the library he gives you a rushed confession afraid that things will go back to how they were *which you obviously return*

after a messy kiss with his hands on your waist and yours on his hair, you officially start dating <3

and he continues to be a menace ofc

taehyun brothers best friend

tyun and your brother have been best friends since middle school

as the youngest member of his family, he's always held great pride in being someone other than your brother whom you look up to

he's always felt an obligation to protect you whether it be from a weird guy on the street to the actual street when you scraped your knee on it in elementary school

but lately, his feelings towards you have been changing as you enter the dating world

your brother won't shut up about how you're boy crazy now and that you need to focus on your studies and you don't know why he's making it such a big deal when you just went out with one guy who you didn't even like ???

truth be told, you've liked tyun since you first laid your eyes on him, and going on this date was supposed to be a distraction from him but it obviously wasn't working as you felt your heart flutter every time he brought food he ordered for him and his brother up to your room to eat, not forgetting to take a few minutes to ask how your doing personally and in school

though now you realized his lingering stare and elongated hug paired with a gentle 'im proud of you' followed by head pats

you've never blushed this hard in your life but thank god he didn't tease you about it and just smiled

the months passed like that and you realized that he began spending more time with you, leaving your brother to play video games and study on his own as tyun was in your room helping you with homework

Over time, your crush on him grew as did his crush on you

you guys would mess around instead of studying

he would initiate pillow fights where he would pin you down followed by heavy eye contact and arm wrestles where he would flaunt his strength, not that you minded

it wasn't until one day while studying that you couldn't focus while he was talking to you because his lips just looked so soft that day that once he realized you were staring at them he pulled your chair in closer, gently held your chin, and gave you the softest kiss you've ever had

after parting he gave you the happiest smile in the world asking you to be his girl not realizing that your brother was standing at the door dumbfounded but not surprised as his best friend would always bring you up in every conversation

huening kai roommates

you guys have been roommates for about two years now and not only did that consist of shared sweets, movie nights, and plushie fights, but also a huge crush that he's been harboring

he's scared that you'll move out soon and with the encouragement of the boys he starts to make bolder moves

which in his book is letting you borrow some of his plushies and letting you pick the movie

despite his newfound extended generosity, you don't pick up on it until you're having a game night with the boys, and yeonjun privately slips that kai has a massive crush on you

your cheeks immediately heat up and you're flustered for the rest of the night

once the boys are gone and it's just you two, you ask him to have a dance party and purposefully put a slow dance on queue

he gets shy at first but finally calms down and then finally the world makes sense to him

as you rest your head on his chest and he holds your waist he quietly tells you that he loves you and you say it back

you lift your head and after a couple seconds of silence but heavy air you share a soft kiss followed by a sweet 'are you my girlfriend now? please say yes'

© tyuntopia | please do not copy or translate without my permission

[luffyvace]

what BSD characters are like driving!! 🤗 (😀)

includes PM, ADA & DOA

(these are short + no gifs bc it’s a LOT of characters)

Killing/threatening warning, yk, PM stuff..

PM

Mori Ougai: (I don’t condone his behavior—they ruined what he could’ve been)

actually a decently normal driver?

occasionally pushes the red/yellow light, especially if he’s late for smth important

will you Elise to be like “please my little girl is in the car 🥺😕” if he’s gets pulled over

Only trust him to drive you around if your one of his executives…otherwise if he asks you to get in his car- DONT.

Nakahara Chuuya:

ultimate road rager

really it’s not him it’s all these grannies drivin around!! 🙄

gets a million tickets a month but has the money to pay them off

i mean, he would. If he didn’t just kill/threaten the police officers..

don’t let him see Dazai either 😭😭

will probably be like “HEY DAZAI, ITS A DREAM COME TRUE” and (try to) ram his car into him—using his ability too, as a bonus

Kōyō Ozaki:

swears/mutter under her breath about how “people are idiots” more than she actually curses people out

i feel like she only would if someone were to damage he beautiful car (she has it custom with lots of pink floral patterns, not in a childish way!- it’s very pretty 😊)

she can afford to fix it ofc but it still upsets her

that person definitely doesn’t go home that night…..

she’s very beautiful so she could probably con her way out of getting tickets “I won’t do it again officer~” immediately rolls her eyes and calls them names that will not be stated here as soon as she drives off 😆

Ryunosuke Akutagawa:

I believe he’s a decent driver as well

Only drives recklessly if he’s angry/Dazai forced him to take Atsushi with him 😃😭

definitely drives safe when his sister’s in he car 🥹💗

usually turns the music all the way down

Gin Akutagawa:

would prefer to walk or have Ryuu drive her <3

but she does know how, knows the basics but sometimes forgets what random buttons do

gets pretty shy when she’s pulled over (she was either speeding because she was late for work or just happened to be caught going during a red light) so the officers let her go with out a ticket, just a (non literal) slap on the wrist “don’t let it happen again kid”

doesn’t play any music at all

Ichiyo Higuchi:

uhh she’s either driving wildly because she’s trying to help out Akutagawa or decently but parks on curbs/hits others car often 😃😅

forgets to turn on the radio since half the time she’s in the car she’s rushing

yeah I don’t have much to say since she drives pretty okay 👍

Ryūrō Hirotsu:

prefers to walk 100%

doesn’t even know why he has a car

actually yes he does it’s because it’s an old school model he’s had forever and is proud of

so he also doesn’t drive bc he doesn’t wanna scuff it up

would be a good driver if he did tho

will be the driver for other people’s cars tho

Michirō Tachihara:

very impatient

especially since most the time he’s trying to get to work

im ngl he’s probably made his car fly to work one day since he can control metal

maybe Chuuya has done that too…..definitely.

honks the horn like crazy 😭

tries to tone it down if one of his superiors are with him tho, like Kōyō, Hirotsu or Mori

Sakunosuke Oda: (Odasaku)

only drives crazy during emergencies

Good luck to whoever is in the car with him at that moment, your getting flung all over the place- seatbelt or not 😂😂

Otherwise you can 100% trust him to drive you around :)

very responsible, turns on his turning signal, stops at even yellow lights and never gets tickets 😊💗

Ango Sakaguchi:

another reliable and responsible one!

except he’s not as bad when it comes to emergencies 😭👍

he drives fast inbetween lights when it comes that kind of thing, like if it’s 3 green lights he’s stepping on the gas, but if there’s a red he’ll speed to that very light 😭

or he’ll just keep going since he’s a officer 🤷‍♀️ I forgot abt that..OOPS

ADA

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

really good driver

stops for animals, people, red lights, yellow lights

only downside is he sometimes doesn’t notice the green light

he’s one of those where you have to be like “uhhh the light is green”

Akiko Yosano:

uhhhhhh don’t drive with her

Professional road rager

has a quicker temper with men than women but she’s still speeding past you angrily either way….

only difference is she might hope out to curse out the men if she has the time

gets like 4 tickets a month..😭

Atsushi Nakajima:

he’s getting there! 😃

would drive better if Dazai didn’t keep rushing and distracting him 🤦‍♀️

tries to drive extra safe when Kyouka’s in the car /p (I don’t ship them she’s 14)

has to drive Dazai a lot of the time, and is pretty much the go to pick up guy for Ranpo too

or anyone who needs a ride really, he’s too helpful for his own good because he knows they’re gonna drive them crazy- but helps them out anyway 😅

Doppo Kunikida:

vv good driver 🫡

ultimate best driver passed his driving test with flying colors

Dazai be driving him crazy when he’s in the car with him but it’s okay he can drive with his feet/knees 😭🤷‍♀️

plays soft music from underrated bands

Jun’ichiriō Tanizaki:

uhh Naomi bothers him way too much while he’s in the car

wouldn’t accidentally run so many red lights if it weren’t for her

doesn’t even notice it’s red until she points it out and he’s already passed the stop line

They agree to both pay for the ticket

Kenji Miyazawa:

doesn’t drive

lives walking and would rather to say hi to the citizens everyday

likes to take it slow so he gets up early to walk to work

hes used to it since he’s a farmer 😊

Kyōka Izumi:

knows the basics

will start speeding without warning if you tell her an emergency has happened

hold your horses yall 🗿

mostly let’s Atsushi drive/prefers for him to so she can stare out the window

prefers no music

Osamu Dazai:

don’t even get me started

he only drives regularly when something serious happens

Don’t be fooled he’s certainly going over the speed limit

but he’s not being loud and obnoxious for once

will sing along to songs annoyingly loud and encourages whoever’s in the car to join (only Kenji does, but nobody mind him <3)

accidentally runs a few red lights but at least he’s never ran over anyone (it’s came close….)

Ranpo Edogawa:

doesn’t drive

only hitches rides from others and by others I mean Atsushi

I mean he can he’s just too lazy to and also likes to stare out the window

Wants to be the one in control of the radio despite not being the driver “I’m the worlds greatest detective! And I deduce you should let me choose the station!”

Naomi Tanizaki:

only gets rides from Juni

i feel like she doesn’t have a license yet

she walks to school and rides home with Tanizaki after work

always bugging him while he’s driving

she’s learning to drive from him even tho she doesn’t want to do she could keep hitching rides with him

probably thinking about failing the test on purpose but she realizes she wouldn’t be able to drive him to the hospital/agency if something were to happen..

Kirako Haruno: (office clerk lady)

if something happened to Tanizaki she would be the one to drive Naomi around

just make sure she never tries to drive while drunk…

otherwise a decent driver….probably occasionally pushes yellow lights

only gets a ticket once every 6-7 months or so

DOA

Kamui:

safest driver in the lands

yk cuz criminals be the safest drivers so they don’t get pulled over

LOL /j but even if he did the officer would immediately recognize him, apologize and back off

so yeah! Not to say he’s recklessly but he can definitely get away with running red lights :P

Bram Stoker:

um…..I actually don’t know why I put him here

LOL

would obviously hitch rides untilll…ifykyk 😊

but even then driving a car would be way too complex for him to even WANT to learn to do….

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

Okay now the actually criminally safe driver is him (PUN INTENDED LOL)

could probably use his intellect to get out of getting a ticket anyway

knows all the laws and has the memorized somehow and will probably outsmart the officer

doesn’t drive unless needed tho

Nikolai Gogol:

what does HE need to drive for?! 😭

bro just use your cape!

anyway he’d probably only do so if his goal required it or fun to run people over and set them free 🫡🕊️

another one who doesn’t drive

Sigma: (male alpha giga chad 🙂)

⚠️S5 DEATH/ENDING SPOILER⚠️

HELP ME I SEARCHED UP FYODOR’S NAME IN ANOTHER TAB AND I FORGOT HOW TO SPELL IT INSTANYLY SO WHEN I CLOSED MY KEYBOARD FYODOR D AUTOCORRECTED INTO FYODOR DIED 😭

Can I get a moment of silence for sitting here and taking the time out of my day to write all them COMPLICATED AHH NAMES⁉️🗣️

[umeoniii]

DATE NIGHT WITH HANGE….sfw and nsfw if you don’t mind🤗 -📚

date night w hange sfw & nsfw ���( 'Θ' )∧

!: fem reader, she/they prns 4 hange

sfw:

☆ hange would take you out to something like an aquarium, museum, book store, amusement parks or out to coffee

pretty cliche ik, but it’s something i do see happening

this is only if it’s not something meant to be super romantic or special, obviously she’d take you out to a nice restaurant if there’s a special occasion.

☆ buys a whole bunch of souvenirs each time! u guys have so many plushies, shirts, n’ random prizes from places you’ve been to

☆ takes lots of photos to capture the moments

many off guard but cute pics of u

☆ does not wear dresses

i can not see them wearing dresses or super duper feminine outfits if it’s something formal.

like maybe, MAYBE if they really had to or if you really wanted them to they’ll wear a nice dress that you pick out.

she actually pulls it off very nicely with her hair up <3

☆ when you are at a very upscale restaurant she orders the most sophisticated thing on the menu

“i’ll just take what she’s getting” you say through gritted teeth having not a clue in the slightest what you’re about to eat

☆ pays in full. restaurant, the mall, museum. whatever the date is she pays for all expenses involved

never ever makes u pay when you’re out together

☆ lots of ppl look at you guys in restaurants. actually just at hange. i feel she sometimes cannot read the room and just acts super kiddie.

like she’ll get her spoon n say “here comes the airplane” to you in a baby voice and try to feed you

☆ but at the same time i feel she can be super classy and keep it at a 0. it’s great she can do both

☆ really likes goin out w u. so literally anytime they’re off they’ll take you out somewhere.

☆ they try to take you to new places not just the same places over n over

there’s only two places that they like going w u a lot. the planetarium and you guy’s favorite restaurant.

~

nsfw:

♡ “i gotta tell you something privately” is what she tells you luring you into the family bathroom

♡ literally begs you to touch them

and you just stare in disbelief as it all unfolds

♡ she can’t even contain herself in public no matter how hard she tries…

♡ like seriously hange’s literally obsessed w you

sometimes she only plans dates just to see you all dressed up and in public.

watchin all the ppl starin at you in admiration never being able to have you. it keeps her content and satisfied.

and u just stare at her clueless (not really bcs u know what you’re doing deep down)

♡ back to the bathroom, she’s literally begging and pleading. she’s not even worried about keeping her cool anymore. if you’re not gonna touch her at least let her touch u. and you say no plain and simple and let her deal with her thirst on her own.

♡ she goes back to normal and eats and converses like nothing happened even though she still wants you, even more now.

♡ they’re literally shaking under the table

♡ gets super touchy after… rubbin your thighs your arms

when you leave your date, her arm is wrapped around your waist.

♡ nicely opens the door for you so you can get in the car. whole time she’s just eager to get you home. has a grip on your thigh while drivin (left hand is steerin the other is gripping your thigh)

~

“you look so beautiful in that dress.” hange said, fixated on your appearance

“thank you baby. i don’t understand why you had to rush me into the bathroom to tell me that” you laughed softly looking up at her.

the light in her eyes flickered like a lighter for a split second, before they switched and brightened.

her muscles formed a soft smile, “it’s just that… wow… this is so crazy right?” she chuckled

deep down you couldn’t find yourself to be bothered with her front and little games. you washed your hands and prepared yourself to leave through the door of the restroom.

hanges hand swiftly grabbed onto your wrist making your bracelets jangle.

“wait, please don’t leave” frantic words left her lips

“i know what you want, i don’t want to do this with you in a place like this” you looked at her disheveled form through the mirror.

“don’t say that, i know there was a reason behind you wearing that dress.”

“yeah, because i wanted to look nice for our date”

the only thing that could be heard was that of the muffled conversations behind the bathroom door. hange couldn’t help but to eye the dress. it was so short and all of your back was showing. your jewelry matched it perfectly, everything about you that night was more intoxicating than the sweet red wine the two of you sipped at.

“i said im not doing this with you and i mean it” hange watched you in shambles as you walked out the restroom, leaving them alone with only their thoughts and fantasies.

upset is how she felt, pissed even. but she knew it was impossible to make you do something that you didn’t want to do and she respected it. she really wanted to snatch you back into the bathroom, prop you onto the marble sink not worried about anyone coming in and have her way with you. still it was a fantasy distant from becoming a reality.

she washed her hands and fixed her hair before going back to the table where the two of you sat with no words for a few minutes.

“the dress really does look pretty on you though”

you watched as hange just barley ate the food that sat on the platter. taking tiny bites of the meat then sipping at her wine. eventually you’d strike conversation again about your work and she’d listen and give some comments.

she still didn’t eat the food and you couldn’t help but ask her about it.

“why aren’t you eating hange, don’t waste your money like that!”

a breathy laugh left her mouth before she responded, “it’s fine really, i’m just not hungry”

she was lying.

“you sure were hungry before we went into the bathroom” you said in a snarky tone

she said bluntly, “it’s just that now in saving my appetite.”

“for what? dessert?” you scoffed

“yeah, if that’s what you would like to call it.”

the two of you looked at each other before you stated you were done with dinner as well.

you watched her pay the bill and leave the waiter a tip before you and her left.

the two of you walked outside, the crisp autumn breeze brushed against your legs giving you goosebumps.

when the two of you stood before the shiny black car, hange opened the door beckoning you to get in. a small smile accompanied you as you sat on the beige leather seat.

she got in briskly turning on the car and driving. the weather report was on the radio.

it was supposed to rain tonight.

usually in the car hange would listen to it the whole time. it was practically music to her ears, hearing that it’s going to be 67 degrees and drafty. it started to change when you started dating her, making her loosen up and listen to music.

“there’s a weather app, check it. i wanna listen to something else” you would change the radio while her eyes were on the road.

she listened too, she listened to mostly anything you told her to do and she wasn’t one to listen to anyone.

“you didn’t get your dessert hange. what’s up with that?” quietly you said, your glance was out the window.

warm hands rubbed up and down your legs. her eyes still on the road.

“nothing looked good on the menu”, was the last thing she said to you the whole ride.

the rest of the ride you looked out the window, hange’s hand still resting on your thigh. no words were exchanged between the two of you and you felt no words had to be. the thought of what was going to happen when you got home raced throughout your head.

it was pretty obvious just how they were going to act but you were still somewhat nervous.

as soon as you got home she exited the car and went to your side opening the door for you. her hand reached out for yours, you held it and got up.

“c’mon i got something for you.” she whispered into your ear.

the two of you walked into the house and as soon as the door closed hange came behind you and picked you up walking to the bedroom.

the heat in your body was rising, you felt your panties becoming more wet by the millisecond. every touch from hange made you even more shakier.

she layed you down on the bed and took of her glasses, setting them on the night stand. lights weren’t even on her mind because she was so needy. warm hands rubbed at your lower legs before pulling up your dress. carefully she pulled down your panties, practically drooling from staring at your glistening cunt.

her index finger softly ghosted your clit, pressing on it and rubbing it slowly. you couldn’t help but let out a breathy gasp from the touch.

“you’ll let me won’t you?” words left softly from her lips, still rubbing you.

“y-yes” you sputtered looking at them, the moonlight illuminated their face making their eyes shimmer.

she draped both of your legs over her shoulders, your soft tummy folding, before going down on you. kisses were placed inside your thighs, your pubic area, then your wet pussy. her tongue slid through you, separating your sticky folds.

she licked at your clit slowly, her hand rested on your clothed breasts before she quickly pulled down your dress ripping the fabric. you almost shouted at her but couldn’t when she slipped her tongue into your hole.

your rock hard nipple rested in between her thumb and index fingers as she went back to sucking your pretty clit. you heard her moaning softly into you while she lapped at your cunt.

her hand slowly moved from your chest to under the bed, her eyes met your teary ones before she detached her mouth from your pussy.

you watched as she put on the strap, aligning it with you and slowly inserting it.

“that’s it” she praised softly

the pace started of slowly then sped up causing the headboard to squeak. your boobs bounced in the pattern of hange’s thrusts making them paw at your breasts.

“fuck im sorry for ripping the dress, you looked so cute in it” she sighed

words didn’t even come to your cluttered mind. a ring of creamy cum circled the base of the strap. your arms rested around hanges neck pulling her in for a kiss.

your lips clashed and your tongues met during the messy kiss. you held her tight moaning into her mouth as she still thrusted into you.

scattered was the perfect word to describe how you felt. your brain was foggy and a mess, nothing went on inside of your pretty little head. only moans and hiccups left your pretty little lips.

hange leaned out of the kiss wiping the saliva off her mouth with her sleeve.

“your cute greedy pussy always takes me so well.” her hand squished your cheeks

“mhm hm” you hummed scratching the fabric of her shirt.

movements became slower but her thrusts became harder, slamming into your cunt. your body started to tense up as you felt yourself getting close.

your arms wrapped around hange’s back embracing them. your head lie in the crook of their neck inhaling their scent as you whine and whimper to yourself.

“oh god” you shakily said muffled inside of hange’s neck as you came all over the strap.

your eyes were shut tightly as you clawed at hange’s back still thrusting inside of you.

overstimulated, you begged her to stop.

“you know earlier i was begging as well” she said smartly into your ear, nibbling at your earlobe.

a few thrusts later though she stopped and pushed your legs all the way to your chest.

“attagirl” she praised spreading your folds watching the cum trickle down onto the sheets.

her hands rubbed at the fat of your ass before kissing your on your cheek.

♡

tags!: @hangesgirlypop @yiugen @heartshapedtearss 💗

a/n: this took forever didnt it.. im sorry 📚 anon.. i added the end as a lil bonus! since it took me a million years to write and then post this…

[slowandsteddie]

Y’all voted on this.

“Hey there, big guy.” / “You aren’t Eddie.”

I was really really excited to write this, honestly.

It is VERY important that you read the CW on this one.

I might be working through some things I personally went through on this one, so it’s… darker than I’d normally go.

CW: Steve is drugged, very heavily implied sexual assault (maybe skip the pink font?), ptsd, mention of bad parents, drinking as a coping mechanism, underage drinking, bartender looks like Billy (isn’t btw), very brief mention of Billy’s death, mentions of drugs, mentions of weed

Lots of hurt and little comfort.

Parts of this feel kinda rushed to me, and there’s one part where that is on purpose. But, uh. Not a fan of the ending of this bc it’s late and I’m sleepy. But also I don’t wanna edit this or dwell on it or it won’t get posted at all. So. This is where we are.

Potential for a part two.

2536 words.

—

After the night that Nancy called their relationship bullshit, Steve had sworn off alcohol and any drug stronger than the weed he used to help himself sleep when he was home alone. And he had been able to stick to it, too.

Until Starcourt.

When he had nearly been killed by Russians, confessed his love to a lesbian (while he, himself was mostly gay), and saw Billy Hargrove murdered by some thing from the Upside Down.

Yeah, life was pretty fucked up. And if he found solace at the bottom of a bottle, that was his problem.

No one but Robin needed to know. That girl was his Platonic soulmate and she got to know practically everything. Hell, he had lost track of how many times they had slept in the same bed, just so they could know the other was still breathing. They clung so tight to each other that it was like they were trying to nestle into rib cages and grasp onto bones so that they couldn’t be ripped apart again.

It helped with the nightmares and the panic to have someone so close to him who understood. Someone who knew what he went through without him having to explain it. Someone who knew that the fire cover up was complete shit. Someone who wasn’t a kid that he had to protect and hide his pain from.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved those kids. He would die for them. He’d kill for them. He’d wreck the beautiful car of his dreams for them. He’d even pretend to be okay for them, no matter what. But he could never confide in them. Not about what he went through. Not the way he could with Robin.

The thing about trauma bonding with someone is that there doesn’t have to be secrets. They already knew the worst thing that you have been through, so everything else would be a cakewalk by comparison.

During the day, it was easy to be goofy and laugh and hide the fact that he had been through absolute hell. But at night, everything came back to him. Him screaming that he just worked for Scoops and not being believed. Him offering free ice cream for life, just to get out of there.

Offering his body when that didn’t work because he didn’t have anything else and he knew his parents wouldn’t pay a ransom, even if the Russians had decided to try that route. And if they took him up on that offer, no one had to know. He didn’t even have to know. He could just pretend that the drugs took those memories too and not think about it.

The night time was what had him drinking again. The sun would start setting and he’d find himself reaching for that bottle, as though he needed it as desperately as he needed air and open spaces.

Even when Robin was over, he couldn’t close the door before taking a shower. Though, that didn’t matter much, when she’d go sit on the toilet and talk to him, with nothing but a curtain between them as the water poured over him and he sobbed as silently as he could while he cleaned himself and she chatted away about some random thing that he couldn’t follow, no matter how hard he tried. On particularly bad nights, Robin would find him in the shower, and wearing his t-shirt and shorts, she would help him wash his hair, his body, while he could only lean against the wall, feeling as though he would shake himself apart.

But, he needed to get better. He couldn’t be a mess forever. He couldn’t rely on his best friend always being available to help him through the rough patches. Most people would see the therapist recommended to them after going through things like The Upside Down and days of torture at the hands of Russians in a base under the mall that they used to work in.

Not Steve.

Oh, no.

That made too much sense.

Instead of therapy, he decided that going to a gay club in Indy would be a great idea. It had been long enough that his injuries had turned to scars. Sure, his ears rang a lot and sometimes his vision went a little fuzzy if he turned his head too fast, but he was fine. Really.

He had called and told Robin where he’d be. He didn’t need her panicking because she went to his house and he wasn’t there. He also called Henderson, just to make sure one of the kids knew he wasn’t home. They all talked constantly so the message would get around.

Just because he was stupid, didn’t mean he was irresponsible.

Steve was dressed in his favorite jeans, the ones that made his ass look nice, and a yellow polo. He didn’t really have many options in terms of shirts because it was almost time to do laundry again. He hated the washer though, as he still had times when his ribs panged when he tried to lean over too far. With that stupid washer, he always had to lean too far. There was no other way to make sure he got everything out of it.

He took the time to style his hair properly, even when the effort made his arms shake and the muscles in his hands and wrists spasm. Being tortured had some lasting effects and it was annoying. He was so tired of it. Tired of being forced to remember what he went through, even while doing the most mundane things.

He flipped the collar on his shirt up to try and make sure that the scars on his neck weren’t too obvious at first glance. That was as good as it was going to get as he refused to wear makeup to cover it up.

Then, he walked out to his car after locking the front door. Here goes nothing. He slid into the car that he hadn’t actually driven in a few weeks and started her up. She purred as though it was only yesterday that she was last turned on.

Steve mouthed the directions to himself before buckling up, turning on the radio, and beginning the drive.

Time passed, though he wasn’t sure how much of it. But he did get to the club without incident. He parked his car and locked the door before putting the keys in his pocket.

His favorite thing about this place was that they didn’t ID, something that he remembered from when he had came here before Starcourt. He had just wanted to dance with fellow queers. The first few times that he was here, he had been given water when he went to the bar.

He was glad to find that this time the bartender asked him what he’d be drinking. He was glad that the blond with curly hair and a charming smile didn’t even bat an eye over his request for a shot of whiskey, and just poured the drink.

“First one’s on the house.” God, even his voice was charming.

“Thank you,” Steve replied gratefully.

He threw the drink back and didn’t even make a face over it. The familiar, warm burn of the alcohol was a welcome one.

“How much for the second?” He asked, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“For you? A dollar a shot.”

Steve placed a 10 dollar bill down. “One shot and one mixed drink that would leave you with what you consider an acceptable tip.”

“Yessir,” the bartender replied with a smile.

It wasn’t fair that the older male had ocean eyes he could get lost in.

Steve took the shot like nothing again, running a hand through his hair. He thanked the bartender, again, before taking his mixed drink and moving to the dance floor.

He was having fun. There were a lot of people and loud music and he had some liquid courage that was also helping to keep his chronic pain under control. After a few songs, he finished his drink before going to take his glass to the bar.

He was dizzy, but he just assumed that was from turning his head too fast a few minutes ago when someone started dancing behind him. He told himself that it had just been because he wanted to know if the guy pressing against his back was cute or not. (He was.)

Steve’s thoughts were incoherent, but he had moments when his brain didn’t seem to work right, especially when he was under the influence. It was his new normal ever since his brain had been starved of oxygen. But he couldn’t think about that again. Not now.

He asked the bartender for water, noticing the name tag this time. Billy. Oh, the painful irony.

He drank it down pretty fast, fully intending to thank him for it after. But then there was an arm around his shoulder and he was moving on to help someone on the other side of the bar.

“Hey there, big guy,” the other male said while squeezing his shoulder.

“You aren’t Eddie,” he said stupidly. It was in that moment that Steve realized who he had a crush on, but that wasn’t important right now.

“I can be whoever you want me to be, handsome.”

Steve pulled away. “I’m sorry, but no. You really can’t.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. That was a bad joke. Eddie sent me to take you home.”

“He wouldn’t have sent anyone to get me.” He said defiantly. “He’d come himself,” he added to cover up whatever he had said.

The world was spinning worse and he turned to walk to the bathroom. He was being followed and he knew it, but what other choice did he have?

By the time Steve got to the bathroom, he was mostly out of it. But, he got flashes.

—

The door being locked behind them.

His pants being unbuttoned.

Trying to struggle but it was just so hard to lift his arms.

Being shoved against the counter.

Heavy breathing in his ear.

Pain.

Sliding down.

Curling into a ball.

Clutching his own shirt.

Eddie.

Eddie.

Eddie.

—

When Steve woke up again, the first thing he noticed was that he was in the trailer. The second thing he noticed was that he felt like shit. Everything hurt more than it should for just a hangover, and he didn’t even want to think about why his hips and thighs felt the way they did.

He tried to sit up, groaning over the effort before letting himself lay back down on the couch. The toilet flushed, the water ran, and then there were footsteps coming back toward him. He didn’t know why he flinched and tried to hide in the blanket he had over him, but he did.

“Hey there, big boy,” Eddie said softly.

Steve whimpered. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t like being called that anymore. It was something that the older male had called him ever since they started getting friendly. Ever since he had started buying weed from him.

“Wanna talk about it, Steve?” He added.

He shook his head.

“Why’d the bartender call me when he found you instead of Robin? Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered that you thought I was safe.”

“I don’t know. Was kinda falling apart. I guess I wanted drugs more than…”

“More than your girlfriend?”

Steve snorted. “She’s my Platonic soulmate. Capital P. Not my girlfriend.”

Eddie tilted his head. “Want me to call the soulmate?”

Steve shook his head quickly before groaning and holding his temples. “My car?” He croaked.

“I took Jeff with me to pick you up. He drove ‘er back. Your car is in my driveway, safe and sound.”

Steve made a sound and let his eyes close.

“Steve. I’m not going to make any choices for you. But you were assaulted. The only reason that bartender didn’t call the police was that he didn’t want to out you.”

His eyes fluttered. “That… that explains it.” His body chose that moment to let him pass out again.

When he was conscious again, he was still on Eddie’s couch. He could hear the other male talking on the phone. He did his best to pretend that he was still asleep. But he was crying and the sniffling gave him away.

“Hey man, do you want Robin to come here?”

“No,” he said too quickly. “I just… I need a bit to comprehend. Tell her an hour, yeah? Then I’ll go with her and get out of your hair.”

Eddie relayed the message and hung up.

“He drugged me. But I still knew what was up. He flirted with me, but I wasn’t interested. I said he wasn’t you as though I had some kind of right to want it to be you who was flirting, man. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Of course it was only the apology that Eddie picked up on.

“Because I have no right to have a crush on you after how I treated you. Because I have no right to tell you that I have a crush on you after what happened to me.”

“If that’s how you feel, then I have no right to tell you that the feeling is mutual and that I have every intention of finding the guy who did this to you and making him pay. I have no right to feel so possessive and protective. I have no right to tell you that I always run away, but right now I just want to fight for you.”

“Mm. You’re right. We have no right to be having this conversation when it’s too much for me.”

Eddie was about to get up.

“Hold me?” Steve asked so quietly.

And his request was honored so gently. He might have been whimpering and flinching, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing the older male’s shirt and clinging to it.

When Robin barged into the trailer, exactly sixty-one minutes later, Steve flinched and his hands gripped on to Eddie’s knees tightly.

Eddie was sitting sideways on the couch, his legs spread so that Steve could be seated between them. His back was against the older male’s chest and his hands had been playing with the loose threads over Eddie’s knees before he was startled. Eddie had been trying to braid Steve’s too short hair as they listened to some music that neither male was paying enough attention to in order to place.

As soon as he saw his best friend, he was struggling to his feet before stumbling over to her with all the grace of a newborn giraffe.

“R-Robbie.”

“Stevie.”

“I shouldn’t have gone.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself.”

They were clinging to each other, both of them shaking.

“Promised to never leave you again.”

“It’s okay. We’ll get through this. Also, Eddie is driving us home because I refuse to let go of you.”

“I am?”

“You are.”

“And then you’re staying, too.” Steve added.

“I am.” There was a smile to Eddie’s voice at that.

Despite everything, Steve liked him and felt safe with him. Hopefully Eddie would never do anything to break that.

[its-all-papaya]

omg so so so excited about landoscar kid fic. it'll be incredible to read no matter what direction you take it, your characterization hits!!!❤️

Ok these are just random headcanons that make me soft but (also just vibes would love to hear ur thoughts/opinions about this verse forever): 

Lando letting Emma pick out Oscar merch to wear on race weekends 

Lando & Emma become a very welcome addition to the paddock: Emma loves the cars; Oscar passing hospitality in a rush but seeing Lando happily chatting away with some McLaren ppl and it makes him both warm and prideful— Lando’s adapting so well to this new lifestyle and it blows Oscar’s mind every time they’re really making it work 🥺

Trips to Australia!!! Lando and Emma LOVE it there!

Lando’s handling the clothes shopping for the whole fam honestly😅 and the trip planning

Pre-lando Oscar could cook up like 2 nice dinners but after meeting him, he invests time into it and gets genuinely good. On non-race weeks grocery shopping with Emma is a whole thing—Oscar never knew it could be so enjoyable picking up groceries & cooking for his familyyyy

thank you for sending these so i can release them rn to vibes cleanse the dash 🙂‍↕️

emma wearing oscar merch is already in the outline and I've only outlined like 1/5 of this thing, so absolutely dw, that will be in there. she's a little confused about mclaren in general in this thing but she got the spirit.

lando and emma in the paddock also going to be part of this for sure. I took the max f inspo last night and just fucking ran with that, so f1 is not a new world for either of them now, but being part of oscar's corner of it is. And they're definitely around more races after lando and osc get together and it's definitely a dead heat between who's heart/brain will explode faster: oscar seeing lando waiting for him in hospitality & watching emma with her big headphones on in the garage during free practice, or lando watching oscar take little moments out of his work day to pay attention to them and give Emma high-fives and kiss lando's forehead before he has to run off to his next thing.

yes australia !! lando probably first meets oscar's family on a gp weekend tbh, but oscar's been itching to take them both home with him foreverrrrr bc emma's ALWAYS asking for stories about australia and begging to go see the kangaroos. and then yes, they both love it. and oscar's accent gets stronger when he's there and that's impossible for lando to deal with.

yeah the thing i didn't consider when making lando kind of a disaster is that oscar is also a mess of a different kind? and so that honestly probably makes lando feel BETTER, because lando feels self-conscious about himself as an adult almost constantly, but in comparison to oscar's four t-shirts (dried with the fkn oven, lest we forget) and general carelessness on some things, lando is like... perhaps i am sometimes a little put together after all. but osc when he's around takes on a select few of the domestic tasks lando loathes (cooking yes absolutely) and that's cool but it's mainly so nice to just have another person around. to entertain emma while lando does necessary adult things or to run grab extra shampoo from the store quick bc lando didn't realize they were out and now emma's already in the bath. having a partner? mint.

extras for youuuuu from my own early plotting and thinking:

calling/facetiming oscar before emma's bedtime on race weekends when they're not along with. esp when it's like the north american races and lando lets emma stay up an extra 45 minutes past bedtime so they can watch fp1 and then call osc to say goodnight. emma so impatient to call even though lando reminds her every time they do this that they have to wait for oscar to call them because he's at work and he'll only have a minute. but then him in his race suit still with balaclava lines and lando is like. extremely not normal about it. ever. and emma is like "you were the fastest, osc?" and oscar is like "well we were testing a new rear wing, so-" and lando's like "yeah she doesn't care babe" even though he knows oscar knows that and they're both just being shits bc they're helplessly FOND of each other. (lando stays up past his bedtime, too, to watch fp2 and oscar calls HIM to say goodnight after that as well)

i decided last night to just swap lando and max f in this universe, so max is the other mclaren driver. so then max being stupidly irritated all the time that HE'S been the one around emma since she was BORN and OSCAR won her over in like four days. after everything he's done for her, she still wants to sit in OSCAR'S lap in-between media events, smh. constant bickering between max f and oscar about whose merch emma is gonna wear and who she wants to finish ahead of the other (even though she truly can't tell them apart on track whatsoever and gets excited whenever any papaya car does anything) and who's her favorite. and she obviously drinks in all the attention and lando is just heart exploding bc how did he even end up with all of his most favorite people all in one place like what good deeds did past life him do to deserve this cosmic luck?

emma's used to daddy sleeping in, so she's good at waiting to get out of bed until it's time, but oscar gets up early and she quickly learns that when he stays the night, she can get up and follow him to the kitchen at like 7am and he won't even be upset. he'll let her sit on the counter while he scrambles eggs or whatever and talk to her about whatever she wants to hear about. premiere bonding time for them. (also then osc coming over once after a late flight home from wherever just to sleep in lando's bed bc he missed his bby and lando said it was okay. so he gets up to get water early, still sleepy, and emma comes running in to join and he's like "i need to go back to sleep, baby, sorry :(" bc he's rlly only gotten like two hours at that point. but she looks so sad... so he's like "do you wanna have a cuddle with us?" and obviously she does. so lando lifting his head all groggy and confused as oscar slides back into bed, but osc just shushes him and kisses his hair like "sh, go back to sleep, emma's here though" and then his daughter's on the bed, too, and lando's really not sure what's happening bc he's hardly awake, but em curls against his chest and oscar presses up behind him and kisses the back of his neck and like. there's literally nothing to complain about?? so sleepy lazy morning as they all snooze until like 11am.)

ANYWAY!! I'M NORMAL ABOUT THIS FIC!!

[seiwas]

sel i don’t know what’s been in the air lately but i cannot stop thinking about iwa!!! the way he’d get flustered the first time you call him haji <333 he’s so in love with you, he smiles even if you call him haji accidentally when you’re mad at him!!! also buying cute pilates or gym sets and modelling them for him in your bedroom he just LOVES watching you <33 but it’s a little annoying cause u can’t trust his options cause he just says you look gorgeous in all of them <333 also the first time you wore a blue set he’d liked in particular to the gym you have to suck him off in the car cause he underestimated how much of an effect you’d have on him

oh my god. i was awwing the entire half of this until i got to the end was like whoAH WHOAH WHOAH. so true tho nonie. he can't drive w a raging boner, that'd just be too dangerous! also, buying cute pilates/gym sets gets him so rock hard i cannot EVEN. i love that idea nonie

truly... the enlightenment is in the air that’s what it is 😌🥺 we are finally being enlighjime-d, iwaitened. he also absolutely does get flustered when you first call him haji 🥺 i have a lil thing… i wrote abt that… actually… it's part of my hajime series (which is privated rn bc i'm rewriting it!! my writing style has changed a bit since i first wrote it) but!! i'll put it up here for our enjoyment 🥹🥹 and maximum feels (unfortunately, it is entirely innocent and no sucking off in the car but it is still so very dear to me! 🥺)

When Iwaizumi takes up Sports Science in California, you stay behind and complete your degree in Japan. The time difference sucks; just as he starts his day, you’re ending yours. Still, you make an effort to talk within the window of hours you’re able to. 

At 1:03 a.m., you are cozied up on your bed, night light casting a soft glow onto your tired eyes. You yawn, squinting at your phone while waiting for a familiar face to pop up on screen. A few minutes pass, and it vibrates, the picture you took of Iwaizumi that summer after high school on display. 

You swipe your screen to find bright light streaking through the lens of Iwaizumi’s camera, obscuring your vision of him.

“Hold on,” he murmurs, before the view turns to black. Random blobs and shapes move around and you suspect that he’s probably wiping the lens while moving to a place with shade. “Sorry, just walking to campus right now.”

You wait patiently. 

Soon enough, you are faced with a clearer visual of Iwaizumi, his spiky hair now shaped into a semi-crew cut—olive green eyes giving off the same stare you know can only belong to him. He doesn’t look much different from the photo assigned to him on your phone, but he doesn’t look the same either. The fact that you notice these changes means that time has passed, and you’re reminded that this is the Iwaizumi you no longer have—the Hajime you could have had. 

“Hey,” he greets, sending you a grin. A few beats and recognition flashes through his face as he notices that you’re all tucked in bed, ready to sleep. “Shit, did I wake you?” 

You laugh and shake your head, mushing your cheek against your pillow, “No, it’s okay,” you snuggle up to your duvet, “was waiting for your call anyway.” you readjust your phone and place both hands under your cheek, “You rushing to class today?” 

“Not really.” he answers, looking up from the screen, presumably to cross a road. “First period canceled, so I’m heading to the gym for a bit. How ‘bout you?” 

“Well,” a playful glint sparks in your eyes, “not rushing to class, no. Not going to the gym, either. Not in this outfit, I think.” you smile, suppressing a laugh. Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, but you can see traces of a smirk gracing his lips. 

Since going to America, Iwaizumi has gone through a few changes: his confidence, his humor, and his temperament—all of which have gotten better. He’s a lot more relaxed now than he used to be, joking around and going along with your jokes every now and then. But underneath all these improvements, he retains the same qualities that make him the Iwaizumi you know (and love). 

“Ha. ha. Funny.” he responds sarcastically. 

A twinge pinches at your heart, and you think, God, this banter, it hurts. This is the soft spot you know he holds for you. You’re brought back to the same nastiest look he’d given you when you wrote the most horrible puns on Aoba Johsai banners during matches. 

“I meant, how ‘bout you, you aren’t rushing to class tomorrow? Actually–” the video moves around and you catch a glimpse of him tapping his smart watch, a familiar black bracelet on his other wrist, “—shouldn’t you be asleep?” When he returns to the screen, worry lodges through his furrowed brows, a small pout forming on his face. You want so badly to be there to wipe it off. 

“It’s fine. You called, so.” you say softly, gently, leaving room for your admittance to ring louder. You know he understands because he’s done the same. 

“Well,” he copies you, “I don’t want to keep you up. Sleep’s really important, you know.” 

You hum in acknowledgment, “Okay,” disappointment poorly hidden in your tone. 

But he knows, he always does. “Call me when you’re free later, I’ll pick up. We can catch up then.” 

You smile and nod. A yawn escapes you, eyes slowly drifting shut. “Good morning, Haji.” you mumble.

He freezes.

He wouldn’t have heard it if not for his earphones (thank god he had them). It’s the first time you’ve ever called him Haji. Heat rises from the back of his neck, to the tips of his ears, down again to the expanse of his cheeks. The familiar thump sounds loudly in his ears. 

“‘Night,” he responds, whispering your name before ending the call.

It takes him a while before he continues to walk towards the gym; his heart is pounding too hard and too loudly for him to focus on where to go. All that replays in his mind is the sound of you saying Haji, softly, tenderly—the way you encase the syllables of his name in comfort that feels like it belongs to your lips.

Haji.

He wonders if you meant to call him that.

[lowkeyremi]

How they react when you tell them they have bad breath as a joke :') IM ONLY DOING THIS BC I THINK ITS FUNNY

✦ Includes: (Timeskip) Atsumu, Bokuto, Noya, Tsukki, Ushijima, and Aran <3

✦ Genre: Fluff/Angst (just a lil bit of angst) <3

✦ CW: (it was intended fem reader but there are no pronouns so GN!reader?) mild language, implied relationships + marriage and mentions of bad breath

Atsumu

Your faux blond boyfriend hops into the passenger seat of your car. For the first time in a while he doesn't have practice. Being on a division one team makes dates with Atsumu limited. None the less you were still happy to see him. You've already set up your phone camera for the prank you are about to play on him. It's your revenge for when he ditched your date to get drinks with his team. He's all giddy and smiley as he buckles his seat belt. "Hi, my love." You almost didn't want to go through with it. He's like a golden retriever puppy.

"Hey, 'Tsumu." You smile back at him. He leans in for a kiss and you back away immediately. There's confusion written on his face and you try your best not to laugh. "God, did you even brush? That breath is terrible." You say in pure disgust, you should be a paid actor.

He frowns and cups a hand to his mouth to smell his breath. "What are you talking about? My breath is fine!" He says pouting. "Atsumu Miya, your breath smells rancid." You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. He continues to pout. "Be right back, I'll go brush again."

He opens the car door and you burst into laughter. He swings his head back around so fast that it could give him whiplash. "What?" He asks still pouting. "Tsumu, I was kidding baby. Your breath is fine. I was getting you back because you ditched me to get drinks with your team." He stood there, dumbfounded at the words you just said. "Oh.." He hops back into the car and shuts the door. "Can I kiss you now?" He asks.

Bokuto

You're in bed, mainly because Kotaro drained all your energy last night. Why did you decide to marry a pro athlete? Anyway, the sun is peaking through your window and Kotaro isn't in bed anymore. His warmth was no longer with you since he's gotten out of bed. You weren't even sure what he was doing but a thought popped into your head.

What if you tell him his breath smells? His reaction will be priceless. Your bedroom door is slammed open and your husband's voice echoes the room, "Hey, hey, hey! Morning, Sleepy-head!" You sit up to see he's got a plate full of breakfast for you. "Aww thank you, Ko." He beams at your response and hands you the food. He sits next to you and starts talking about some random thing his co-worker's (Barnes) toddler has been up to.

"Jeez, baby. Your breath stinks." His eyes widen and he meets your gaze. "Really?!" He rushes to the bathroom and you hear the sink start up. Two minutes later he's back and he gives you a view of his smile with all his teeth. "Better?" He asks you. He sits on the bed. "It was a prank! Your breath was fine." You giggle at him. "Really? Oh! Well now my breath smells extra good." You shake your head laughing. "You're something else."

Nishinoya

Noya's away traveling while you're still in the country. He calls and facetimes you every day. A long distance relationship was not something ideal for you, but you put up with it for him. You're reading your favorite book when your phone vibrates. You picked it up to check who it is, it's Noya. You smile as you swipe to answer his facetime.

"HIII BABYYY." He says a little too enthusiastically. He's probably drunk right now, because of the time differences it's night where he is. "Hey Yuu. What are you up to?" He giggles like a school girl. "I had a few drinks 'n now I'm headin' home. Just wanna talk to my love." It melts your heart to hear him say that.

"I miss you, Yuu." A sigh escaped your lips. "I miss you tooooooo." He slurs his words. He was breathing right onto the camera so you decide to say, "Back up, your breath stinks. Chew some gum or something." He laughs at your statement. "You can't even smell it." He smiles. "I can smell it through the screen, super senses." He rolls his eyes. "I love you." He says softly and you frown. You miss him so much and it's hard. "I love you too, Noya." You two spend the next couple of hours talking about random stuff.

Tsukishima

You and your best friend were out eating hotpot together at a restaurant. Tsukishima finishes off a slice of onion and continues to tell you about his college experience. "My calculus profess-" You plug your nose and scrunch up your face (as a joke). "Jeez, don't talk to me with onion breath." He rolls his eyes and pretends he doesn't care. It obviously bothered him though because he kept cupping his hand to his mouth to see if it does smell. There's an awkward silence for a bit and it's suffocating. "Tsukki! I was kidding, it's not even that bad."

He pouted and turned away from you. "Don't talk to me, my breath stinks remember?" "It was a prank." You whine. You kind of knew he was gonna be sour about this. Luckily, he just rolls his eyes and continues to tell you about his calculus professor.

Don't think he forgave you though! He got you back when you were least expecting it :)

Ushijima (oh no)

You'd realize something while sitting down and watching a sitcom. You've never pranked Ushijima.. like ever. Your daughter runs up to you to show you her drawing. "I have an idea!" You tell her and her eyes light up and she starts squealing. "Let's prank daddy and tell him his breath smells bad." She claps her hands at the idea.

The two of you go on about your day normally. Dinner's been made and Wakatoshi's is in the microwave. Your hand massages your daughter's scalp as she's sitting in your lap watching her favorite TV show.

The door clicks, meaning that Wakatoshi is home. Your daughter turns her head to look at you and you put a finger to your lips indicating that the prank is a secret. He walks over to the couch and tries to place a kiss on his daughter's forehead like he always does. Her face scrunches up and she says, "P U, daddy your breath stinks!"

He's confused at first. "If so, then why do you let me kiss your forehead every evening when I get home?" She hesitates for a second before coming up with an excuse. "Well daddy, I never said anything before because I didn't want to make you sad." He frowns and you and your daughter try to keep in the laughter.

"Let me smell." You say to your husband and he leans over to reach you and he blows a small breath in your face. It smells like mint, which implies he probably brushed after practice. "Ew, it is bad. Baby, you need to take care of that before you give out any kisses." He's still so confused (poor bean). "But I brush after practice." You roll your eyes. "Clearly not good enough." He walks away and heads toward the staircase to go upstairs and brush his teeth. He's grumbling the whole way. Your daughter starts to laugh which triggers your laugh. Wakatoshi, half way up the stairs stops and turns to look at you and your little munchkin. "What's so funny?" You smile at him. "Honey, we were kidding! I was watching a funny sitcom and decided I wanted to prank you. Your breath smells minty fresh." Your daughter joins in, "Yeah daddy your breath smells good!"

He huffs and walks back down the stairs. "Prepare yourselves because the tickle-monster is in town." The two of you scream as Wakatoshi tickles you guys. You try to form words through fits of laughter. "We- we're sorry!"

Aran ;3

Waking up should be a workout in and of itself. You wake up next to your boyfriend who usually wakes up first. He must be sleepy if he's not awake and you are. You just lie awake in bed thinking of all those times you've tried to kiss Aran good morning but he'd respond with 'Brush those teeth first, morning breath." It made you a little cranky sometimes because all you wanted to do was love on him.

After about an hour you hear him stirring awake. While he was sleep you've formed a plan, if he tries to kiss you, you'll do the same thing he always does in the morning.

"Mmm, baby." You hear his rich deep voice call out for you. (ugh im down bad for him <3 the representation is so real) He turns to you and cups your face. "Morning, love bug." He says with a smile on his face. A heated feeling pools at your stomach but you weren't going to get soft now, not after every time he's denied you a kiss.

You watch as his full lips pucker up and he attempts to kiss your cheek. When you pull away from him he looks at you with concern and asks, "did I make you mad the other day? I know I said I'd be home early, but practice ran late."

"Don't kiss me before brushing your teeth, morning breath." You say mocking his deep voice. He shrugs and gets up to go brush his teeth. "Aran I was kidding, I was copying you anytime I tried to kiss you in the morning." He continued his walk to the bathroom. "Even if you are kidding it doesn't matter, I need to pee anyway so I might as well knock out brushing my teeth."

You chuckle shaking your head at him. This man is truly the hottest man ever something else. You get up to join him in his morning routine.

FIN.

Thanks for reading, seems a lot of you guys liked my Haikyuu dad head canon post so I might do more of those :3 It took me way too long to get this out cuz I lost motivation lol. I don't know what made me do this, ig I see a lot of the same scenarios so I decided to change it up. Bye >:3

[v1trum]

Always loved adrenaline rushes but it just got more intense when i went an hour and a half no pain meds with 6 broken bones and i literally did not care cus i couldn't feel anything unless i touched it. "I think my arm is broken" and then i pointed at the one part of my arm that WASNT broken 💀

Walking on a broken ankle casually is lowkey crazy and i love being able to say I've done that. I feel so cool when in reality it was the adrenaline making me feel so fucking high

That shit was just as mind fogging at the fucking KETAMINE they put me on later to work on my arm while i was awake (didn't rly work on the pain btw i was tripping balls while shit still hurt like hell ❤️)

Its actually funny tho cus i was in a pediatric hospital so there was a giant mickey mouse painting on the wall that i was staring at like my savior or some shit . He was doing flips (not actually but he looked REALLY weird for no reason)

My dad was watching them do it all from outside of the room and fr said "that looked painful" when he walked back in NO SHIT 😭 THEY LITERALLY TWISTED AROUND MY FRESHLY BROKEN ARM AND ACTED LIKE MAKING MICKEY ON THE WALL DANCE IN MY VISION WAS STOPPING THE PAIN... LIKE NO.. it numbed it a little but that shit hurt so bad it was literally like being too high to be able to say "hey actually stop the meds aren't doing shit for the pain" while they twist around my bones 😭 i got funny stories out of it tho cus i fr said "IS THAT MY ARM???" like i was SO flabbergasted bc i hadn't seen it lifted all day and didn't know they could get it to do that (they did so very painfully but yk)

Yk it actually felt like such a movie ! 🎀 /Hj

It rly did tho. Cus in movies they always gotta pass out n shit and wake up. I didn't physically pass out but i mentally like fell asleep. I was in shock and had NO clue what was happening

I literally woke up in a smoky car in an extreme amount of un-pin-pointable pain while also not feeling anything. The feeling of my face swelling was crazy tooooo

Bloody face n shit i bet i looked cool as shit before i swelled up like a pumpkin 💀

A random cop comes up and says the car is smoking and we need to get out in case it lights on fire so we did and he brought me to the passenger of his car bc i was clearly distraught as FUCK and was NAWT gonna be able to stand straight up 💀

Yk its actually crazy cus i was in that car for 10 minutes but it fully felt like 1 minute at MOST. Also several weeks or months after it happened i remembered how i was sitting in his car and i pulled down the sun blocker mirror thingy and just stared at myself like wow okay am i gonna die or smthn god damn my entire face is swollen and im bleeding a ton holy hell

Also the other day a tiktok made me remember another thing from it but then i forgot again um. Yk!!!

Make that three what the hell (I'm probably not done)

[ikwhatyouaremikewheeler]

jargyle trying to hide that they are dating but they’re a little too high and a little too obvious, and will clocks them immediately

Thank you for the ask!! But uh here is my very rusty attempt at this, sorry if this isn’t exactly what you had in mind, this is just how I imagine it!!

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Jonathan had thought his relationship with Argyle had been pretty well hidden, at least most of the time. Well unless they were alone. Then obviously, it wasn’t.

But he was super wrong.

After getting back from the roller rink, He had invited Argyle in for dinner, which in hindsight probably wasn’t a good idea because they were both tripping balls, from Jonathan’s obviously over relaxed demeanor, and his tendency to chuckle at every noise made. Usually this wasn’t a problem, no one ever said anything about it, but the lingering touches between him and Argyle, on the hand, or Jonathan pressed against his side until he literally couldn’t be, well it raised some suspicion from Will.

Now obviously he wasn’t going to say anything, not infront of everyone at least. It just seemed cruel. Jonathan was whispering to Argyle, asking him several random questions, mainly about why Murray was there, to which Argyle shrugged, “maybe he’s a business dude with your mom or something man.” Jonathan nodded slowly, sitting back up from his slouching position, “right yeah, can you pass me the olive oil?” “That’s wine.”

Dinner continued as normal, with Will’s eyes on Argyle and Jonathan like a hawk, nothing else had really happened, except for Jonathan leaning his head on Argyle’s shoulder for a long period of time, and He looked peaceful. But what if Will was wrong? That would be embarrassing to bring up.

-sometime after dinner bc yeah-

Will was helping Jonathan in the kitchen, waiting until everyone was in a car proximity, before hounding Jonathan. “So… you seem pretty close with Argyle. Is he cool?” That wasn’t want he wanted to ask, but obviously he couldn’t just blurt out and ask him if they were dating, at least not until he got more information. Jonathan nodded, mainly without hesitation, looking over as he cleaned off the dishes, water flicking over onto his shirt. “Yeah he’s cool. Why’d you ask?” Will shrugged, playing it off as he dried the counter. “Just curious, you were like, wedged onto him earlier.”

Jonathan had figured Will knew. He could practically feel his eyes burning into him, but it didn’t really bother him, someone had to know right? “If you’re trying to ask if we’re.. a thing, then yes. We are. Sorta-“ it was a complicated matter, it’s not like they really specified exactly what the two were, obviously more than friends but not exactly lovers? “Right, yeah no it’s cool- I was just asking. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea” Will rambled, as Jonathan looked over and shook his head softly. “You worry too much, but if that answers your question, was that all you needed? Or did you want to talk about anything else?”

Will shook his head absently, he wasn’t going to judge him for it, so his question had been answered for now. “Nope- I’m good. Just uh- be more careful in front of mom, with the; being high thing. She might catch on” Jonathan nodded, finishing up the dishes and drying his hands off. “Yeah I figured, and, could you maybe not tell anyone right now? I mean I know you won’t it’s just- I’m still trying to figure out what we’re gonna end up being, and I need to talk to him.

Will nodded, giving him a small grin. “Course, your secret is safe with me.”

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So that was, really rushed and I’m sorry, once again if that isn’t what you imagined or anything, but I hope you enjoyed this! Also I’m super rusty right now, so bear with me please

[inzaynety]

him: stoic & sincere ⤫

➢ summary: random scenarios that tell you about what zayne is like

➢ content: zayne x fem!reader, 2306 words, not canon au but he’s in med school (college au bc i can)

➢ notes: pls i just saw a youtube short about ready-to-be airport dads lmao so it made it into this; also yes ur roomie’s name is that and yk why 😭 not beta read 👍🏼

When he walks down the street he’s not stopped by many vendors. His face is enough to draw them away and while he doesn’t get much of that in the hospital, all his patients love him, the same thing can’t be said when he’s just out and about.

The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up and Loren watches as the sky is relentless in its attacks. The concrete is barely visible with the streams of water passing by and she’s grateful to have worn her boots to work that day, however, she forgot her umbrella. The coworker who left before and brought the lost-and-found umbrella from the back and the others were still working and came in their respective cars.

She stays under the overhang for a little more until she really has no choice but to move. The sun, though it was hidden behind the thick clouds, was going down and she would have an earful from her sister if she returned too late.

Taking a deep breath, she steels herself before a hand comes into her view. She whips her head over to the side and comes face to face with a stranger. His face was visible and she couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her, luckily muted by the rain and wind.

He was handsome, yes, and familiar.

Thinking back to earlier in the week, she was the one who served him during lunch. He seemed unapproachable when he walked through the door but spoke politely when guided to his table; sitting alone and reading over a small notebook he pulled from his coat pocket. His order was also something out of the ordinary for someone of his looks and she never saw him look up except to thank her for the meal and to wave over the check, but now that she was able to look him in the eye, she was speechless.

“Did you need an umbrella?” He offers the one in his hand and it must have been a few seconds too long as he asks again. Loren shakes her head after the second time and waves her hands.

“O-Oh, no thank you! I wouldn’t want you to get caught up in the rain either. The station’s not too far so it’s okay if I just run over!” She gives him a smile but the man raises a brow and shakes his head, insisting that she hold the handle.

“No worries, I insist.” Seeing as there was no way she was going to reject his offer, and seeing as how the rain did not let up, she accepted the umbrella with a nod.

“I can return this to you in that box,” she points over to the umbrella holder outside of the cafe, “I assume you come around this area quite a few times?” Loren thinks she’s imagining it when she sees a small hint of a smile on his face that disappears as quick as it comes. The man only nods and walks away towards the cafe’s doors. He must be having a quick dinner before he goes home.

Loren holds the umbrella tightly in her hands and rushes over to the crosswalk. Thankfully, his umbrella was sturdy and as she waits at the red light, she finds her gaze trailing over to the glass of her workplace. The lights inside make it easy to see who was in front and she’s surprised.

The man had his arms around a girl who looked excited over something she was saying and upon looking at his face, it was filled with nothing but adoration. The coldness was gone and replaced with a sight she felt she was intruding on.

Loren blinks and turns away, walking briskly when the light turns green.

What a gentleman.

Tara hasn’t seen you for the longest time due to your busy schedules, and what better than to have a double date with you, her, Zayne, and her new boyfriend.

You haven’t seen much of him except for the pictures she would send, but from her words he was a nice guy who genuinely loved her, and that was all you could ask for for your friend.

It’s a small family owned diner that you both settled on meeting and with Zayne’s hand in yours you guide him over to the table Tara and her boyfriend were seated at. Upon this being your first official meeting, he politely introduces himself as do both you and Zayne. You notice he’s a little nervous but that could just be due to first impressions; you are one of Tara’s closest friends.

But no. While Jack was nervous about meeting you, the piercing gaze and stone-cold features of the other man were enough to make his palms sweat a little. While you did most of the talking, Zayne would look between you, Tara, and him and with just a glance he could stop talking all together. He had this aura about him, but he just met the man for crying out loud.

Tara talked about you and Zayne from time to time mostly just about when you’d be seeing each other and all she gave about him was “He’s a doctor, tall, really nice, and I think you guys would get along!” That was clearly not enough information.

Being the best girlfriend with the ability to read his mind, Tara squeezes the back of his hand and he looks over to see her smile for his comfort. She suspected he’d had the same reaction she did when you first introduced him. She was skeptical at first from his expression being the most jaded thing she noticed, his actions around you were far from that.

“So, Jack,” Zayne says after you point out the things you wanted from the menu to him, “I heard you’re also into medicine.” Their conversation flows easily and he sees how well-spoken he is. There aren’t any awkward pauses or words he regrets saying: it’s all natural and nothing like how he felt only moments before.

When the waiter comes to the table in the middle of Jack’s story, Zayne recites your order perfectly along with his own all the while holding her hand beneath the table. And when the waiter leaves after going through everyone, he returns to the conversation, “What were you saying about the…”

What a nice thing to do.

Your roommate Xavia thinks Zayne is funny. Not in a funny “haha” way but a funny “he’s an interesting guy” way. You both were friends since diapers and moving into your shared apartment was a childhood dream. Where you were going for school, how you were going to decorate, and what things you guys could do were endless.

When you moved in now both in your last two years, Zayne, who had been your boyfriend for a years now since the beginning of college, helped unpack. He took the heavier boxes along with Xavia’s brother who made it into a friendly competition. You would think Zayne would have brushed it off, but he accepted the challenge and soon both men were walking up the steps with about five boxes in each arm. Even you had stopped and stared at them as they looked ridiculous coming up the steps with nothing but the top of their heads visible. In the end, unloading was probably the quickest thing done that day.

You offered to go down to the grocery store to pick up some drinks and Xavia’s brother was also tasked with helping when Zayne took a phone call in another room. Xavia was unpacking one of the living room boxes when he walks out from the hallway and asks about your whereabouts. After she tells him, he nods and asks her if she needed any help. She expected that he would be a lot better than her brother, which he was, but he was also meticulous. It was like he knew where things were supposed to go to look the best and honestly, she was thankful that he did.

A few minutes passes and you texted that you were on your way back. Xavia stands up and pats down her jeans but a small sounds stops her. She turns around and on the balcony is a kitten pawing at the glass. The sliding door was slightly open and it looks like it saw it as it quickly made its way over and squeezed through.

She panics a little as a small animal running through all the new furniture and boxes wouldn’t be the most ideal. Zayne sees it too and crouches down when it practically splints inside, quickly scooping up the kitten in both of his hands. It looks surprised but doesn’t move, the two of them watching at it nuzzles down into his palms and closes its eyes.

The door opens and both you and Xavia’s brother see her and Zayne frozen with a small ball of fluff purring loudly. Your boyfriend cranes his head to face you and darts his eyes from yours over to the kitten. Xavia can’t help but laugh at the sight.

What a funny guy.

Zayne’s apartment might as well be yours now too with how much time you spend the night. It’s gotten a lot more familiar with your presence from the drawer filled with you undergarments, the vanity cluttered with your skincare and makeup, and even the pantry overflowing with snacks he says he would never get but for you they’re there.

The heater is turned up for your sake, and since he runs a bit cold as well it’s for him too, but it’s just a little too hot for him though you never complain when he walks around without a shirt.

And you also rarely sit on the couch alone. Your legs are always placed over his as he massages your calves while watching your favorites. His attention is split between the dialogue between the main characters and your commentary should you have any, and you don’t usually need to repeat yourself because he listens to every word.

“This is such a dumb show, I love it,” you mumble after your breath and Zayne’s quirks his lips into a small smile upon looking you way. You mumble something about spine magic and creampuffs and he can’t help but let out a small chuckle. Humming in response, you don’t pause the episode but you do turn your head slightly his way. “What?”

“Nothing.” He comments and reaches down to roll out the tenseness in your muscles from the day. You watch in silence for a few more moments until he gets a text. Reaching for his phone, he unlocks it with a few quick taps of your birthday and looks up towards you again. “Are you packed for tomorrow?”

There’s a few beats of a pause and you’re rushing to your feet and down the hall to his (your shared) room. He’s got some suitcases you left there and practically a whole wardrobe of your stuff anyway. “I knew I forgot something!”

Zayne sighs, reaching over to the coffee table to pick up the remote and pause the show before getting up from the couch and following in suit.

The airport is surprisingly not as crowded at this time but you’re a bit upset. Zayne would laugh if it wouldn’t put you in a worse mood but you looked very cute in sweats and his hoodie, standing beside him as he got your bags dropped off at the terminal. But anyway, clearly you were not a morning person.

Winter vacation was a perfect time to see family and friends back home and he was more than happy to accompany you this time like you had for him the year before. At least the upside to arrive at the airport nearly five hours before your flight was that you were flying with him.

The attendant finishes up checking your larger bags in and hands Zayne your tickets. He thanks her and puts away your passports and papers into his coat before taking his carry on in one hand and your hand in his other, after making sure you have your own bag, and pulling you along to the security.

You don’t know exactly why he’s in a rush considering there’s not many people and your flight is literally a few hours away, though it’s a little endearing. You lift your phone to record a few instances.

After security, he grabs a cart to place your bags on and follows you around to the duty free stores so you can shop hands-free.

“You can sit down, you know?” You tell him and he only shakes his head.

“I’ll follow you around. Where are you going next?”

On the flight he’s clutching tightly to your passports as you know for sure you’re going to lose it, and when you land he’s already taking both of your carry ons down from the overhead compartments. You make it to the carousel for your bags and there’s an elderly couple who seem to be having trouble picking up their luggage and he rushes over without delays to get it for them.

Zayne leans down to hear one of them describe what their bags look like and he grabs it all, receiving a pat on the cheek and a bag of sweets from the elderly woman.

“You’re a kind young man,” he only shakes his head and thanks her for the treats as they go about their day. When he walks back to you, you smile and press a kiss to his cheek. Looking behind him here’s a lot more people around now waiting for their stuff. You beckon him to you and he leans closer.

“Our bags just passed by. We have to wait for it to turn around another time.”

©inzaynety 2024

[colorfulpumpkin]

incoming “local preschool teacher is just anxious™️ and tired™️ so she doesn’t like parties” rant :))

idk what it is about this week but these kids were off the walls !! like way more than usual…

so obviously i’m exhausted leaving work everyday and i just want to come home to my quiet apartment, eat my leftovers/watch my quiz shows, and go to bed at 8

but yesterday we had our holiday party for work. so i had to rush home, stressfully put on AND take off makeup bc i got too self aware and then rush to the party where i was on time but everyone was already there so really i was late

then we started playing “fun games” which even being asked to participate in made me have a panic attack and i almost got sick in the bathroom

then i continued to be overstimulated and asked “are you okay? you seem tired/sad/upset/*whatever people try to say to make you feel better*?”

which like yeah!

i am exhausted!

i should have been in bed an hour ago:/// and there’s too much music and talking and i don’t have room to stretch out and im anxious about this gift exchange (side note: i HATE random gift exchanges bc nobody is ever happy bc non of the gifts are personal? why couldn’t we just do secret santa?) and nobody really likes any of the people they work with and now you’re forcing me to take pictures and get upset when i rush out to my car to finally leave this god forsaken holiday party?

but anyways !! ironically i left with basically the same gift i brought (hot cocoa and a little treat)

[lovingllix]

[11:47 pm]

ten has been in the studio for hours, worried he can’t get the timing right on a few steps. your phone vibrates next to your head, screen lighting up with a message from him.

loml💕:

can u come to the studio???

you type up a quick reply and throw on a sweatshirt borrowed from ten. you slide on some sneakers and rush out the door, afraid something might be wrong. when you arrive to the studio, you see a pitiful ten slouched against the mirror, sweat dripping from his long hair. he’s got an empty water bottle lying beside him, crushed and leaking slightly. you crouch next to him, taking his head in your hands. his deep brown eyes are glossed over, tears threatening to spill at any moment. ten leans into your touch and finally lets his tears flow. you sink to the ground, holding him close (although he’s sweaty and smelly), running your fingers through his damp hair. he mumbles something about frustration, not getting the timing down, being a failure. it’s a regular thing; he’ll get over it, but you can’t help but feel terrible for him.

“baby, look. you’re not a failure. it’s late and you’ve been practicing for hours. you look exhausted.”

he just nods, silence following for a few minutes.

“dance with me?”

you’re taken aback, but you agree. he puts on a slower song and turns the volume down low. a few more stray tears leave his eyes, but he wipes them away with his sleeve. the two of you dance for what seems like forever, until the song comes to an abrupt end. ten holds you close, afraid if he lets go you’ll somehow dissipate into thin air.

“let’s go home, get some rest.”

ten hums in agreement.

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[12:38 am]

after a long shower, ten flops down onto the soft plush mattress. walking into the bedroom, you hold back a giggle at the sight. his legs are halfway off the edge, and his head is nowhere near his pillow. but somehow, he’s already drifting off to sleep. you gently shake him awake, trying to adjust him into a more comfortable position. he doesn’t offer much help but you don’t mind; he’d been practicing all evening, after all. you crawl into bed beside him, his arms immediately finding your waist, his head resting on your shoulder.

“i don’t deserve you...”

“shh..just go to sleep, baby”

ten hums contently as your fingers tangle in his hair. his breathing evens out and his arms tighten once more around your waist. you pull the covers up and press a soft kiss to his forehead before falling into a deep sleep yourself.

[sunshine-on-marz]

I AM HERE TO REQUEST TOTALLY NOT BECAUSE OF MY RANBOO FANGIRL MOMENT WHAT NO

ANYWAYS UMM

CAN I HAVE RANBOO FLUFF W/ GN READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASSSSEEEEEEEE

ALSO BIT OF A HAPPY RANT BC YES

THE PAST FEW YEARS I HAVENT FELT CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO WEAR DSMP/MCYT MERCH TO SCHOOL BECAUSE SOME MEAN POOPY HEADS WERE MAKING FUN OF IT WHENEVER I DID WEAR IT SO I JUST STOPPED WEARING IT AND THE OTHER DAY THIS NEW GIRL COMES IN WEARING SAPNAP MERCH AND I ALMOST SCREAM AND THE NEXT DAY ITS GEORGE MERCH SOI FINALLY HAD THE CONFIDENCE TO WEAR MY RANBOO JACKET AND SHE WAS LIKE OMG I LOVE UR JACKET AND WE STARTED TALKING ABOUT DSMP AMD STUFF AND SHE WAS LIKE “if you listen to banter, they were talking about how dream might face reveal soon and honestly… he better be hot, we’ve waited too long for him not to be” AND I WAS WHEEZING SO HARD BUT IM JUST SO HAPPY I FINALLY HAVE AN IRL FRIEND TO TALK ABOUT DSMP WITH

ANYWAYS THATS MY RANDOM RANT FOR TODAY :]

BUT RANBOO MY BELOVED <3

Omg everything I wrote for this got deleted I’m so sorry if it seems rushed-

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Ranboo x Reader

Meeting ranboo in person

I’m calling him Mark in this idk if it’s his real name and really don’t care but if he’s uncomfortable being called that please dm me

Also, in this the reader is more feminine, im so sorry but I use they them pronouns, this fic is slightly self indulgent, so I do talk about makeup and doing hair and other “girly” stuff, anyone can enjoy these things so just have fun and enjoy!

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The man you loved so dearly held you as tightly as he could while he cried, well the both of you were crying but still. The makeup was starting to run down your face a little bit and Mark was picking you up by the waist with his arms looped under your thighs. “Oh my gosh! You’re so beautiful, even prettier in person, wow, I can’t believe I have you in my arms” what he was saying was muffled by your neck and slurred by his sobs, but still was understandable. “Shh, don’t cry, don’t cry love” your comforting words didn’t help much as each syllable was cut by your own hiccups and sobs. The two of you stood there in the middle of the airport sobbing for nearly 5 minutes until you both finally walked to the car. Once you both got into the vehicle he took a hair tie and pulled your hair back, it was all frizzy from the commotion of the day. He kissed you on the forehead and you started on the way to his house, or as you would soon call it, home.

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I hope you like this!!! It’s rushed and short but I like it!

@z0vamp this could be us

-Toad

Have some cute ranboo art from Dakota Fox Art

[intergalacticaquarium]

No Need For Introductions

PART ONE of the Eddie and Max AU! Finally! I have a ton of these written and I'm gonna get out the summer ones before the season four plot where it will become abundantly clear that these two should've been the besties instead of Eddie and Dustin. Sorry Dustin, but you already have Steve and Max is having brother problems.

No Pairings, just Max and Eddie being friends and Eddie adopting random sad kids bc they remind him of when he was a random sad kid.

(and a special thanks to @seafoamgreenpng for helping me create this vision of this beautiful friendship.)

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Summer was an annual trial in the trailer park, and Eddie couldn’t spend any more of it sitting inside in front of a fan and a bowl of ice. Staying inside his sweltering oven of a bedroom was obviously no longer an option. 

Putting shorts on the list of things he considered against his personal doctrine might have been a mistake. 

    But regardless of the length of his pants, he grabbed a one-hitter and his walkman, along with a claw clip he hoped nobody would see him wearing to get some of the heat off the back of his neck and headed outside. He wasn’t surprised but he was a little mad when it was noticeably cooler outside than in his room. 

    The little woods behind the trailer park were shady and peaceful for contemplating nature, or whatever.  He unpacked the bat and dug around for some weed and took a hit, but turned around in confusion when he heard another sound. 

It sounded like somebody…crying?

He walked forward, making sure to crunch on a few sticks so he wasn't sneaking up on anybody.

"Come on…c’mon- shit-' a small voice said, sounding frustrated and angry until she let out a frustrated shout and he heard something hit a hard surface.

Now that he was close enough he could see that it was a kid. A redheaded teenager in a sweatshirt with a pale and blotchy face that was so drawn and pinched he could tell that she really hated that she was starting to cry.  

Eddie recognized her as Billy Hardgroves sister, Max. He almost said it out loud but he wasn't sure if he should- He didn't know if she knew that just about everybody in Hawkins knew her name from the impatient and angry bellows of her name her brother was prone to.

As a super senior, soon to be for the second time, most of the bullying didn’t really register with Eddie anymore. In fact, he had relished in most of it. But Billy Hardgrove was an asshole. Most people just ignored him at this point, but in all his years Billy was the only one to do Eddie the favor of shoving him literally into a locker like in a terrible movie. The fact that he was so dedicated to the John Hughes dickhead act was almost kinda pathetic, in Eddie’s opinion, and that level of tormenting others probably wouldn’t hold him over for long, and he seemed ready to snap at any moment.  Hardgrove never seemed so much like a bully as he did a future felon.

Eddie had done his best to just keep away from him, but the angry shouts of his little sister’s name were enough to draw attention, and Eddie had to admit that he worried about that kid a bit. Anybody could see that she was scared of him and trying not to show it, which was a sight that hit Eddie a little too close to home. Once he had been in the arcade when Billy dropped her off and he asked her if she was okay, but she had only glared at him and said something along the lines of none of your fucking business.

Then Billy died in the mall fire. Famously, in fact. Sure, lots of other people died too, but Billy was apparently the biggest ticket item on the list of casualties. 

Max and her mom had just moved into the trailer across the path from his but aside from her hauling boxes on moving day he hadn't seen her come outside once in the two weeks since.

Every time he'd ever seen her rushing towards Billy's car or getting the mail her face was stony. Now, this kid was crumbling.

"Hey- you okay?" He asked as comfortingly as he could, and Max jumped in shock, quickly wiping her face.

"I'm fine-"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare-"

"I said I'm fine!" She shouted, and he shut his mouth. She was standing now and in her hand was a cassette tape with the ribbon unraveled and tangled.

"I hate it when that happens too. Do you need some help?" He asked gently, and she looked down at it helplessly.

"Don't think there's anything to do at this point- this shit is ruined." She said, frustrated and thick from emotion.

Eddie held out his hand for the tape, making a gimme motion. She looked confused, but walked forward stiltedly and shoved the tape and the massive delicate tangle into his hands and he looked at it and shrugged. Bad, but not the worst he had ever dealt with. Eddie just took it and sat down on the dirt ground at the base of a tree and began to work while she stared at him, bewildered. 

"You don't have to do that." She said, a little awkwardly, and Eddie just shrugged. 

"I don't mind, I'm actually pretty good at untangling knots. Lots of practice with the hair and everything." He said casually. She didn't laugh, but she also didn't seem like she was about to run in the opposite direction. 

"You don't have to stay here if you want, or I can go. I'll just put it in your mailbox when I fix it." He offered, and she glanced back to the trailer park, then back to him. Instead of leaving she picked up her walkman off the ground and sat down across the little clearing from him. Far enough away to get away quickly, not so far she couldn't see what was going on. Eddie recognized that calculation. He always called it the mafia seat. 

He methodically worked on fixing the tape as they sat in silence, and he could feel her very keen eyes on him. He finally glanced up and she looked away awkwardly before he turned back to the tape. 

Eddie laughed quietly. "I was about to tell you my name but that look tells me probably don’t have to-I gotta know- what have you heard about me that you're trying to figure out is true?" 

Out of the corner of her eye he saw her head snap to him, looking embarrassed.

"Its- he- Billy didn't have a lot of nice things to say about anybody. Not….not just you." She said carefully, and Eddie grinned. 

"No he did not. But really, go for it. I just wanna know if he had anything he didn't say to my face." He glanced at her and still looked worried. "You don't have to if you don't want do,, but no hard feelings, even if it's really bad.. I promise." 

She fidgeted a bit, her hand mostly in her sleeve and pushing out the wrist like a webbed hand. 

“You sure? Because…there were a couple main ones.” She warned, and Eddie gave a decadent shoulder shake like he was about to get a present.

“Awww, I didn’t know I made such an impression that he’d talk about me at home.” He said, and heard what might’ve been a quiet laugh. “Lay it on me. Worst he got.”

“Uhhh, okay…the first one was trailer trash,” She said sarcastically, but continued, “But that one wasn’t just you, that one was a go-to. Um, I think you were the one he said probably kept people in his basement.” she said, almost joking now. He got that, too. Sweat the little stuff and joke about the big ones. Emotions were easier to process in reverse. 

“Oh, and then the worst one was, that you were ‘just some creep too stupid to realize that the only reason people let you keep going around running your mouth is because you’re the only hookup for drugs in this shitty town, and when you eventually dropped out you might as well be dead in a ditch. Or in…prison. I think that was when he mentioned the basement, actually.”

Eddie let out a low whistle and glanced up at Max, who still seemed to be bracing herself

"Damn alright. That's pretty cold. Not the worst I've heard but not great either. I can’t believe he didn’t tell me about the bodies in my basement, though. I would’ve let them out if I had known.” he said, and she laughed in surprise.

 "Thanks for telling me, though. And I'm just gonna ask with…however much respect is due in this situation- how do I keep people in my basement if I'm trailer trash? I don't have a basement. It's a trailer. Nothing wrong with living in one either. Where else can you go where you can just faintly hear Skynyrd all the time." He said, and he heard a small breath of a laugh from Max. 

"Sorry. He was….his dad was really hard on him." She said lamely, and looked kind of offended when Eddie snorted. 

"Okay? My dad taught me how to hotwire and steal cars when I was 12 because he thought if I got caught the most the cops would do is put me in the foster system.  As if I wasn't the most redneck looking kid out there that most cops would love to arrest." He spoke while still focusing on the tape, but he saw Max frown. 

"My dad was hard on me, Billy's dad was hard on him and Billy was hard on you if I remember how he used to yell at you in parking lots. I don't know you, Max, but I’ve never like, attacked anybody and I don’t want to either. Everybody’s dealing with shit but the only way that we can stop having to deal with it is to not bring it the fuck up all the time to excuse our own shitty behavior" He said, glancing at her reaction before finishing undoing the final knot in the fragile film. He might be repeating something he had told himself more than a few times throughout his life. When he was a kid he used to get angry, but he didn’t like the feeling and all the guilt that always came with it.

"I…guess not." She muttered.

"Sorry, I shouldn't speak ill of the dead." He said, wondering if he had gone too far.

Max sighed. "It's okay i….I'm glad that somebody's willing to.'she said. "Sorry, no. Billy….its…yeah."

"Yeah…..grief…sucks." He said, unsure how else to put it. 

He was surprised at her thick and breathy laugh that sounded on the verge of tears. 

"Yeah. It just…sucks." She laughed a little at the understatement 

"And dont- don't take anything people tell you about living here to heart. It's really not that bad- besides the Skynyrd- I know it's not 5 stars but the worst part has always been the people that act like it makes you different." He said, and he thought he noticed a small smile.

They were both quiet for a little while as he slowly spooled the tape back together as she watched him, probably remembering the steps for next time. 

"Kate Bush, huh?" He asked after a while of silence. That was the first thing to make her smile a little bit, and she nodded.

"I haven't heard this one yet, but a few years back I was kind of obsessed with the Dreaming." He admitted freely, and she didn't hide her surprise.

"Really? You don't really….seem like the type to be a fan of her." She said, and he grinned.

"I've got two ears and a heart, don't I?" He said and she laughed a little bit. 

"Well…it's good. Really good. Better than the Dreaming." She said, and he was glad that he had finally gotten her mind onto something else. 

"Eh, I'll believe that when I hear it." He said, carefully winding the last of the film back into the tape, holding it up to show it to her fully intact. 

"Viola."  He said proudly, and stuck out his arm. She popped up instantly, all of a sudden forgetting her troubles to grab it excitedly. Eddie grinned at how she looked more like a kid now as she managed to actually smile. She lowered the tape to look at him and looked a little more shy now, glancing back to the spot he had caught her crying.

"Thank you." She said simply, and he waved it away.

"No problem, I told you, I hate it when that happens to me and I'm good at untangling things. It would be wrong to leave somebody else in a bind when I can get them out of it. Especially not another Kate Bush fan." He said with a grin, and she glanced down at the tape, then stuck out her hand to him.

"You should listen. It's just a loaner but…I bet you'll like it." She said, her hand still out in an awkward offering. 

"You sure? You've just been reunited." 

She nodded. "Definitely. Besides, Running Up That Hill is gonna change your life." She said, and he glanced at it and smiled.

"Well, thanks Max. I'll get it back to you soon." He said, and she nodded.

"Sure. And…thanks again, Eddie." She said, and walked away. 

He smiled to himself, glancing up to make sure nothing nabbed her on the way, and put the cassette into his walkman, feeling good to have helped, and hoping that he made her feel better.

The next morning Max grinned when she checked the mailbox and saw three cassettes with a note that said top one first, it'll change your life.

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⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // taehyung focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pwp. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationships.  ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, poly relationship, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), public sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies), all the boys wanna kiss yn, cum inside/stuffing, slight over stimulation if you squint. ⇢ A/N: literally this idea came to me while watching the first episode and seeing tae washes the dishes sooo, here you goo!! lmao x also if it seems messy or all over the place, that’s bc i wrote this while streaming dynamite and obvi got distracted . 

Namjoon is the first to spot you, just as you're tugging your suitcase from the trunk of your car. The large grin that takes over his features as he makes his way over to you, brown hair flopping in the wind with each step he takes. A silver pot held in his hands that he must've forgotten the purpose of upon setting sights on you.

“You're here.” He says with a large smile, dimples showing while he leaning down to press a soft kiss to your waiting lips. “Did you eat?”

Just with one look around the backyard, you can tell that they just finished eating. Had hoped to arrive a bit earlier so you'd be able to eat with them. “Not yet,” He looked good, as usual, but oddly more attractive in this outdoor environment.

The blue two-piece outfit, which you had quickly realized was a favorite of his, hung loosely around his body. The muscles in his arms flexed as he kept his grip on the pot in his hand. Eyes turn to half-moons with the way he was smiling at you.

It had been a few weeks since you saw them last. What with their jam packed schedule and you keeping up with the things going on in your own life, there wasn't really time to be together the way you wanted. A constant long-distance relationship with the seven of them, even if they were only a few miles away.

Which was the biggest reason you were jumping on the chance to spend this week with them. Secluded with nothing to do but be together. It had been Jin who had suggested it, finding out that you had the same week free. What better way to spend it then with your boyfriends? Agreement coming from his younger members instantly and to your surprise, the staff was quick to agree as well. 

Most times riddled a distraction, but it seemed that you being here sort of fit the relaxation, recharging theme of this entire trip. Zero complaints from you, of course, you were packing your bags the moment you got the green light.

“I'll make you a plate, wait.”

All of a sudden remembering he had been in the middle of doing something before seeing you. Quick steps are taken into the house with the pot in hand and you're right behind him, marveling at the huge land they had rented out for this. All of the greens of the mountains and grass was a pretty contrast to the bright blue sky, the sparkling lake that you couldn't wait to try out.

And there was so much stuff! Placed all over the place from where you can see, each item matching a different member's personality so well that you could guess who asked for what. 

Joon is coming back, hands-free, but only to grab your suitcase, wheeling it into the house. He's gone talking to whoever is in the kitchen before he's returning, arm easily wrapping around your waist as he leads you down the hill.

“You came here looking refreshed,” He notes, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking since you were pulling the suitcase from the car.

Out of all of them, Namjoon seemed to pay a lot of attention to the way you looked. And no, not just the clothes you wore and how they fit – but like deeper. He paid a lot of attention to your facial expressions more than anything, reading your demeanor as if it was his latest page-turner.

A blessing and a curse, because although he knew when something was bothering you and tried his best to fix it without you saying a word. It was also really, extremely hard to hide things for him. Not that you tried to often.

“It was a nice drive and I'm excited to spend time with you guys,” The smile that takes over your features is causing a flutter in his heart, his large hand landing on your arm that you've wrapped around his torso – walking the rest of the way like that.

Jimin is whipping around at the sound of footsteps approaching, and you're eyes are widening at the sight of him. Unwrapping yourself from Joon's body, you're rushing the rest of your steps hands outstretched to touch the edge of the gat hanging from his neck.

“You actually wore it?” Speaking through a slight giggle and he's grinning, hands finding home on your torso as he playfully rolls his eyes. “Of course I wore it, so you better deliver,”

The result of a drunk game of Truth or Dare between the two of you. He spent the entire night choosing truth, but as soon as he was picking dare you were telling him to wear his new hanbok for the first day of shooting. He was agreeing with a roll of his eyes, boasting about how easy it was.

Then on your turn, he was hitting you with that sly grin of his. 'If I wear my hanbok for shooting, then you need to let me...' Words trailing off as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows in your direction. You were quick to put two and two together of what he wanted. And you were agreeing because of course, you wanted it too.

With a distracted nod, your eyes are shifting to the moving figure behind him. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Breaking from his grasp just as Namjoon is extending the full bowl in your direction.

You thank him with a wide smile, which he acknowledges with a short nod – going back to cleaning up while you take a seat at the table. Sat eating the food that you can tell was made by Jungkook as you watch your two men move around the yard until Joon is disappearing into the house again. Someone else exiting at the same time.

“I thought I heard your voice!” There's a smile in his voice that you can detect without having to listen very hard. And you're proven right as you lift your head, being met with Hoseok's bright smile. “When'd you get here?” He wonders once he's closer, taking the empty spot beside you.

“Not too long ago,” You speak through the mouthful of food in your mouth, the words you're speaking coming out a murmured mess. 

The smile on Hoseok's face only grows, his hand lifting to push his hair back on his forehead. “I missed you.” A random confession that has heat rising in your cheeks. He always did this. Knew what a few simple words did to your mind and took pleasure in making you flustered whenever possible.

This time was no different. Just three words and you were forced to put extra focus on your noodles. He missed you. Obviously, you missed him – that's a given. But the fact that he, Jung Hoseok actually missed you and was just telling you about it casually. With that smile on his face. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I missed you too.” A delayed reply, but he's not faltering. Doesn't even think twice about what you could have been thinking about in the time it took you to answer. Instead, he's reaching his arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body into his so he's able to press a dozen chaste kisses to the top of your head.

And then just like that, he's releasing you. Not even giving you a moment to react before he's standing from his spot beside you and moving to help Jimin clean up the outside area.

After the third time, you're asked to scoot over, you're standing feeling as though you're in the way of the cleaning. So, you go to find the others that you haven't seen yet. Thanks to a FaceTime call from Jungkook while they were going through the tour, you had a pretty good understanding of the layout of this place.

Heading over the hill to the Upper House, bowl in hand. And you're grinning when you spot Jin standing out front, staring at the line of delivered groceries in front of him. “Jinnie!” You're calling with a wave of your hand, and he's turning around.

“Yn!” He calls, just as loud – waving you over with one frantic hand.

Easily speeding up your footsteps, it's not long before you're standing in front of him. Arms wrapped around his torso in a tight hug. “What are you doing?” He's out of your hold now, bending to lift the bags off the ground.

“Putting groceries away.”

Following behind him, you shovel mouthfuls of noodles into your mouth while sinking down at the island. For a little while, you're able to enjoy your meal and engage in broken chatter was Jin moves in and out of the house.

He's filling you in on all the plans he has for this trip and the things he's excited about and you listen with a smile on your face. Loving the way he looks when he's completely in his element, eyes sparkling as he talks about being able to fish with Yoongi.

Speaking of Yoongi. Sauntering out from God knows where, white tee hanging loose – revealing a bit of his chest, baggy black jeans that you've now decided is the only thing you ever want to see him in. His hair is unkempt, laying messily over his forehead and only slightly covering his eyes.

There's a smirk on his face when he notices the blatant way you're gawking at him, sinking into the seat beside you – his cold hand not hesitating to reach for your thigh. “You're here?” He speaks in the bored uninterested drawl that you've become used to. Use to read too much into it before you were realizing that just the way he talked.

Now it had the ability to have heat rushing through your veins, especially if he was using that voice when telling you just exactly he wanted to do to you. Never failed to have you basically salivating, putty for him.

“I just came...” The patterns he draws on your inner thigh stills as he lifts his eyes to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Did you?” He asks teasingly and you're too dazed to pick up on the double meaning of your words.

His hand inches further up your thigh until the tips of his fingers are just inches from reaching the hem of your mesh shorts. Without a thought, your legs are opening for him – giving him as much room as he needs to do whatever he wants.

Yoongi's grinning at your compliance, his lips are just inches for yours. He takes a moment to study your features. Lips shiny with grease, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes staring unfocused. A slow grin lifts the corners of his lips moments before he's leaning in closer.

Yoongi kisses you once as if he's testing the waters before diving in. Grip tightening on your thigh, pulling your body closer to his while he slowly moves his mouth over yours. Soft tongue slowly tracing over your lower lip and you're instantly opening up for him.

The groan that leaves his lips from the feeling of your wet muscles meeting as arousal rushing through your veins and pooling between your legs, fingers reaching to grasp the rough material of his pants for some type of grounding.

And he grins, teeth gently tugging at your lower lip as his hand slides up your thigh toward your waist. So sure he's fingers are about to sneak underneath your shirt, so you giddily wait for the contact. 

But it never comes. "Would you let the girl breathe, she just got here." Is what you hear.

Jimin, into the Upper House to change into something comfortable. And all too ready to scold his Hyung for trying something with you when it hasn't even been an hour. With a roll of those dark eyes of his, Yoongi is leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips – much different from what he had initially planned.

Moment ruined, he's standing from his spot beside you. “I'm gonna go help Jin,” He announces to no one in particular, cheeks darkened with pink from having been caught. Yoongi talked a big game, but he was the most private out of the boys. Wasn't one for an unwarranted audience and preferred to have you to himself rather than sharing you.

“Tae's washing dishes if you're done with that.” He's jutting his chin out to point at your empty bowl on the island. As he speaks, he undoes the tie of his top letting it sag at his shoulders before he's shrugging it off. And you watch his fingers carefully, allowing your mind to wander to just how skilled he was with those fingers.

Playing the same notes for the past eight years on the piano wasn't the only thing he was good at. It's a moment before you register his words enough to stand to your feet, plucking your plate up and exiting the Upper House to find Taehyung.

Back to you as he scrubs the inside of the bowl, you watch as his hips sway to whatever song he's got going in his head. No idea that you're entering the kitchen or that you've arrived – just in his own world.

Taehyung looks handsome even from the back. 

His broad shoulders were still visible underneath the brown top that was just so him. He wore a pair of olive green shorts, giving you a perfect view of his strong legs and the way they flexed with the movement of his feet. Thoroughly riled up from Yoongi's interrupted touches from before, you're struck with a very mischievous thought.

Light steps are taken in Taehyung's direction, quickly setting your bowl in the sink before reaching your arms to wrap around his waist. Palms sneaking underneath the fabric of his shirt so you're able to touch his soft belly. You feel him still against you, taking a moment to put together that it's you back hugging him like this.

He's turning just enough so he can look down at you, a large smile spread across his lips as his eyes take in your face that looks brighter for some reason. “How long have you been there?” Tae tries to hug you back but gives up because of the awkward position.

“Not long,” You answer, nose pressed in the dip of his back after he's turned. Your lips place soft kisses against his covered back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin of his stomach. “I missed you.”

And you had. There was just something about Taehyung that drove you crazy with little to no effort. Had to be his aura. The way he carried himself. The unreadable expression that always decorated his features. How he was able to smile with his entire face, pulling large smiles on the lips of the people around him.

All of that and the simple fact of how well the boy could fuck. Of course, all of the guys knew how you make you feel good. All in their own ways, different and unique and still good. But Taehyung. Fuck, Kim Taehyung. A living Sex God, with a thick long cock that he knew how to use. Long fingers that could bring you to climax over and over again with very little time in between. And that mouth. God, that mouth. 

Porn stars would blush at the dirty things that came out of that boy's mouth.

Taehyung's eyebrow is lifting at the mindless way your fingers are dipping lower down his body, flinching just slightly when the tips of your fingers are grazing his quickly hardening cock. “That type of missed me, huh?” He's grinning, you can tell without having to see his face.

Head nodding slightly, you continue placing gentle kisses against his back – fingers drawing teasing lines over his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Don't be a tease,” He hisses.

His wet, glove covered hand is wrapping around your wrist – forcing more of his cock underneath your palm. A soft moan falls from your lips at the feeling of it twitching with the new friction. Tae's hips rock slowly with the movement of your hand, half of his attention still on the dishes he washes.

And you pout. Want to turn his mind to mush like he's done to you many times before. Until the only thing he can think about is you and how you're making him feel. Fuck the dishes.

Even on your tiptoes, you're only able to reach the nape of his neck. But it's the first bit of bare skin you're able to press your lips against so you settle for it. Leaving open mouth kisses on it while your fingers slowly make their way underneath the waistband of his shorts.

Pleased to find he had decided to forego underwear, you're instantly met with the warmth of his shaft. A low cruse falling from his lips when your cool palm is wrapping around him. And you hold it there. Waiting to hear the scoff that falls from his lips as he starts to rock his hips again – his cock sliding through your grip easily.

The sound of his breathy groans fills the kitchen, egging you on. You can feel him growing harder in your hand and the slow drag of his hips is quickly driving you crazy until you're giving in to the tiny game you were playing and moving your hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Tae hisses, the dish he had been holding crashing into the sink as his fists reach to grip the edge of the sink. Voice gruff and it's usual deep, it has a wash of arousal flooding your body and fueling your movements. Free hand lifting to grasp his hipbone, holding him steady as you bring your hand up toward his tip.

A simple swipe of your thumb over his bulbous has a shiver running down his spine and a grin pulling on your lips. Strokes on his shaft speeding up as the sound of his breathy groans tickled your ears. Hips stuttering underneath your grasp in an attempt to take more than what you were willing to give him.

Always so greedy.

“Does it feel good?” Voice hushed where he can just barely hear.

Taehyung is quick to nod his head, though. “Your hand feels so good on me, Yn. Faster,” He whines, something that you're not quite used to hearing from him. Especially over a simple handjob.

He must've missed you a lot more than he was willing to admit.

And because your soul purpose is to give Taehyung any and everything he asks for, you're rubbing down on him quicker, squeezing him a bit harder. His cock twitches and jumps in your hold and you're fastened by the effect you have on him that your grip on his hip is loosening – allowing him to freely roll his hips upward.

A strong arm is reaching back while his body twists, large glove covered hand tangled in your hair to hold your head steady. For the first time, you're getting a good look at his face. Eyes blown and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and lips bitten. He looks so sexy staring at you as if it's taking all his restraint not to devour you.

The way he leans in, crashing his lips into yours for a sloppy hungry kiss only validates your thoughts. Grip tightening in your hair to hold your head still while his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

You try, desperately, to keep your focus on the movement of your hand. Letting him lick into your mouth and kissing him just as much as you can without completely losing your mind. Taehyung, like his six other teammates, worked really well with his mouth. In all ways.

He's nibbling on your lower lip, harsh breaths exiting his nostrils as your thumb runs over the underside of his cock. So close and you can tell from the now frantic roll of his hips. And you're more than ready to bring him there, loved watching him fall apart for you, because of you.

More than ready to have him explode in your palm so you can like it up when the sharp knock on the glass behind you is stilling your movements. Head turning to peak behind you, but Taehyung does stop his head tilting so he's able to suck wet hickeys into your warm skin.

Hoseok stands on the other side of the door, looking extremely impatient. You move to pull your hand from his pants, but Taehyung is quick to grasp your wrist. “Yn, I swear to God.” He speaks through gritted teeth and you're flashing a bright smile up at him.

“It's Hobi,” There's another knock on the glass, “He can't just stand out there,” Laughing, you manage to wiggle yourself out of Taehyung's grasp. He watches you with squinted eyes as you pull the door open for his Hyung.

Cued in on what had been keeping you, a teasing smirk plays on his lips. “What? You're just in here giving Taehyungie all the attention?” Both hands knit into your hair from underneath, slowly closing the space between you two.

“He's working hard in here,” You defend with a slight pout. Upon realizing he wasn't going to be getting off any time soon, Tae turns his attention back to the dishes. Scrubbing the gunk off with much for strength than needed, quiet grumbles leaving his lips.

“I worked hard too, cleaned up outside all by myself. What do I get?” Lips a mere inches from yours, all you'd have to do was lift up onto your tiptoes to feel their softness. “I saw Jiminie helping you.”

Hoseok is rolling his eyes at the slight detail. You're teasing him, he can tell from the way you're gripping his shirt in your fists. Like you're desperate to feel him but at the same time seeing how much you can hold back.

What you failed to realize was, he was much better at teasing than you. Without a second thought, he's leaning down to press his lips against yours. Kiss much different from Taehyung's. More controlled. More intense. Strong hands reach for your thighs, easily lifting your body off of the floor and setting you to sit on the countertop.

He's taking up space between your legs, large hands set on your thighs while he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. You can feel the smirk that plays on his lips from the sound of your moan. 

Hoseok responds by reaching back to give your ass a firm squeeze, pulling your body toward his. He's hard. You can feel it through the fabric of his neon shorts, but the moment you're angling your hips to feel more of him – he's pulling back. 

“Jimin should finish up, hm?” Recalling your earlier comment with a teasing glint in his eye. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he backs away attention now on Namjoon who had entered with a bag of groceries. As if nothing had happened.

Body buzzing and senses fogged, you're left to wonder just how many times you'd be denied the release you craved.

The two men chatted amongst each other mindlessly, surveying the contents of the fully stalked fridge in front of them. Joon is pulling a bottle of coffee from the bunch, handing it over to you with a soft smile before twisting the cap on his own. You watch as he wraps his plump lips around the edge, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the liquid down.

Plopping down on the soft red cushion, you watch as Joon moves to offer Tae a sip of his drink. Which he's denying with a pout of his lips. From where you're sitting, you can see that his bulge has gone down a bit – but the foggy need for sexual release stays. You know the feeling. Had half the mind to get on your knees for him right then and there, not like either of them would complain.

They did share you, at times. And those were the times that you secretly hoped for each time you were being interrupted with one of them. But, all of them were so different from their interests and really liked the idea of being alone with you – it didn't happen as often as you'd like.

You could simply suggest it and no doubt they'd agree to the idea. Ready to do whatever you asked to fill your desire. But you liked the surprise of not knowing just when you'd be taking two cocks, or three, or maybe even four. All seven if the weather was right. The suspense had a great effect on you.

Jimin is entering the main house just as halfway through drinking your chilled coffee. Fully changed out of his hanbok, standing in a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a white SAINT LAURENT tee. Dark hair floppy messily at the top of his head, evident that he's been running his fingers through it.

He looked good enough to eat and if he kept looking at you with those bedroom eyes, you were about to do just that. Beeline made in your direction, settling in the spot beside you. An innocent hand lands on your thigh and your brain short circuits, registering it as anything but.

Without a word, he's reaching for your bottle, taking a long sip from it before licking the drip from his lips. “Where's Kookie?” You ask, forcing your thoughts not to wander too much. And realizing you had yet to see that bunny smile of his, hear the cute way he say's 'Noona' as he wobbles in your direction.

The same age as Namjoon which made you older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook – yet Jungkook was the only one out of the three that actually referred to you as Noona. No matter how many times you'd tell him to speak comfortably with you, he'd refuse with blushed and a shake of his head.

The others believed he got off on it, the subtle reminder that you were older than him but he was still able to turn you to make you fall apart with the simple flex of his thigh. “You haven't seen him?” Hoseok speaks with his head inches deep in the fridge and you shake your head despite the fact he cannot see you.

“He’ll come running the moment he hears you're here,” Deciding that your drink is his now, Jimin stands from his spot beside you heading further into the house. Steps cut off by Jungkook turning the corner, as if on cue.

“What!?” A large grin on his lips as his sparkling eyes land on you. Soft hair bouncing as he skips over to you, leaning over the counter so you're face to face. Tattooed hand reaching forward to enclose the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your foreheads are touching. “You didn't tell me you were here, Noona.” Eyebrow arched and head tilted to the side.

You can barely see his face with how close you are to it, but there's no doubt that he looks attractive as hell right now in his attempt to be intimidating. Lower lip poking out in a slight plea, “I'm sorry, baby. I was asking about you, though.”

Jungkook only half listens to your words. Some space put between you and he takes advantage of that by allowing his eyes to take in your appearance greedily. Aware of the warmer temperature, you had decided a simple v-neck crop top would suffice. From this angle, he could see straight down your top. And he was doing very little to hide the fact that he was looking, respectfully.

“I'm sure you can think of some ways to make it up to me. Right, Noona?” Hand slipping from the back of your neck, the tips of his fingers brushing over the collar of your shirt. Lips suddenly dry, your tongue is jutting out to wet them. Thighs squeeze together instinctively at the promise his words held.

A contrast to his demeanor, Jungkook is placing a sweet kiss on your lips. One that lingers for a second shorter than you want, but the small smile on his lips upon pulling away is enough to make your heart melt.

All at once, he's releasing you and moving on to follow Jimin out of the kitchen. Taehyung is finishing up he dishes at the same moment, shaking his hands of the water droplets before wiping the excess onto his shorts.

Alone in the room with him again and you feel the atmosphere shift as soon as his eyes settle on you. Finally able to get a good look at you and taking in just how short your shorts are and how thin the material of your top is. But Taehyung is a gentleman when he wants to be. 

His hand rests on your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bare skin your shirt leaves exposed. “Want to go for a walk?” Teeth biting into his plump lower lip. Instantly, you're sliding from your seat head nodding at his words.

Taehyung's arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body into his chest and you just faintly see the grin on his face before you're being enveloped in his sweet scent. Guided steps are taken into the game room where Namjoon sits, a laugh leaving his lips at the weird way the two of you are walking.

“What are you making?”

“A boat,” Joon says with a wide smile, lifting the plastic boat to show you. Cutie. Impatient, Taehyung is pushing his hips forward into yours. Even through the layers and with the small fact that he's not exactly hard at the moment – you can still feel his bulge against your ass cheek.

But he doesn't stop there, slowly dragging his hips up so you can feel his entire length. A strangled gasp is leaving your lips that has Taehyung smirking, Namjoon too focused on whether or not he just broke his model, doesn't notice.

Arms tightening around your waist, Taehyung takes a step forward – urging you to do the same.

When Tae said he wanted to take you on a walk, he wasn't speaking in sexual innuendos. You had actually gone for a walk around the land. Hand in hand making comfortable chatter as you soaked in the nice weather.

Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that he hadn't been itching to get you alone to fuck you – but really just wanted to spend some time alone with you. It's sweet when you think about it. The gentle way he's talking to you about the nervousness that surrounds working on his new mixtape. His soft thumb brushing over your knuckles as you assure him that everything will turn out alright.

It's not until you're reaching the picnic table just a few feet from the water, is he wrapping his arm around your hips. Lifting you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and setting you down on the table.

Blunt nails lightly dragging over the back of your knees as he gently spreads your legs so he's able to stand in the middle of them. He's easily hooking your legs around his waist, ankles instantly locking to pull him closer to you. “You know what I want to do right now?” 

“What?” You humor him, even though you could probably guess. Arms lifting to wrap around his neck, head tilting to the side as a slight smirk plays on your lips. His mouth hovers over your ear, wet brushing over the shell of it as he speaks.

“Wanna taste that sweet little cunt. Bet you're already soaked from all the attention you've been getting.” To prove his point, Tae's fingers trail up between your thighs. Your body shudders as he drags a single digit over your slit through the fabric.

He wasn't wrong, had started to feel the heat pool between your legs when Yoongi first kissed you. Mind driving you insane with being able to be with them for this entire week. All of them. It was safe to say it had gotten to you in a very obvious way.

Not one to tease, Taehyung is using his long fingers to push both your shorts and panties to the side so his fingers can press against your bare skin. A surprised gasp leaving your lips with the nudge on your clit, hips bowing toward him. He grins.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He's a little breathless, but his fingers never falter. A single digit slipping past your folds and pushing through your walls. “Shit.” He chuckles at the enthusiastic way you nod your hand, tongue rolling over his lips before biting down. “Yeah? Gonna cum all sloppy on my tongue, baby? Let me hear you.”

At the end of his words, his thumb is pressing into your clit, rolling it around lazily as his finger moves slowly inside of you. “Y-yes-” Words breaking on a loud whine, he slows his fingers – waiting. “Wanna cum on your tongue, Tae... p-please.” Hips lifting to rock into his hand but he's pulling back, leaving you feeling empty.

It doesn't last long because he's quick with lifting your leg. Fingers wet with your arousal and wrapped around your thigh, bringing it up to his shoulder. Tae lowers himself to his knees in front of you, at the same time pushing the useless material aside before diving in.

Taehyung watches you through his long eyelashes while dragging his tongue along your folds. Always loved the way you looked when he was between your legs. The way you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, fingers tangling in his hair – holding him close. Hot.

Tongue dragging up to flick against your clit, Taehyung reaches for your other ankle. Lifting your leg over his shoulder so he's completely enclosed by your legs. Plush lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking gently while he's pushing two fingers past your walls. 

“Oh! Tae, fuck...” Panting at this point, grip in his hair used to pull him tighter against you. His free hand reaching around to sneak underneath the hem of your shorts, palming your ass while pulling you closer. Fingers angled to brush against the sweet spot inside of you, loving the way you squirm underneath him.

Just faintly, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts. Straining against the fabric begging for some attention. Having you spread out for him, hearing those pretty moans fall from your lips is enough to drive anyone mad. And it doesn't help that Tae's been waiting for this for weeks.

Sharp teeth nip at your clit just as he's pushing another finger inside of you. “Taehyung!” You're crying out, in half pleasure – but also a warning. If he continued like this you'd be cumming before even getting to feel him inside of you.

“Close, baby?” His words are delivered into your throbbing cunt, sending vibrations through your body that has your back arching. Fingers tightening in his hair as you grind your hips desperately into him.

So close you can practically taste it, no longer able to worry about not being able to feel him. Just chasing your release. A breathy chant of 'keep going' falling from your lips as you hold his head in place.

Heat spreads throughout your body, a dull ache starting in your core and spreading throughout your body. Walls clenched so tight around his fingers that it's almost hard for him to pull back, so he doesn't, instead pushes deeper – pressing all three fingers against your sweet spot. In that exact moment, his lips are wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly and you feel the band snap.

Body tightening and legs shaking as incoherent curses fall from your lips. Taehyung watches your pretty eyes roll back, head tipping too. And once he's sure you're at the peak of your climax, he's pulling his fingers from inside of you and standing to his feet. Quick with fishing his cock from inside his shorts, you just barely notice the absence before you're being filled again.

A drawn-out whine falls from your lips at the new stretch, a thick groan from his from the tight squeeze. The wetness from your release makes it easy for him to move, though and he's thankful – too eager to wait longer than a few seconds to have you.

Your fingers struggle to find something to grasp as he ruts against you in an almost brutal pace. Each snap of his hips pushing your body further up on the table, only for him to drag you back down toward him. Loud cries and incoherent sentences fall from your lips that you're sure anyone in a 50-mile radius could put together what the two of you are doing.

Taehyung loves it, though. It's like fuel to his ever-growing ego. Chants of his name falling from your pretty lips, nails clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you beg for him. Just the knowledge he's able to make someone like you, like this. Yeah, he loves it.

“Fuck. This greedy little cunt,” He nearly grunts, eyes flashing up to take in your fucked out expression. His thumb is easily finding your clit through the wet mess between your legs, rubbing it slowly. “You wanna cum again? All over my cock this time?”

A frantic bob of your head and a whiny 'please' is prompting him to reach for your hips. Easily, he's lifting your body from the table, securing your legs around his waist. His hips rut against yours with much more fervor in this standing position. And you attempt to meet his thrusts but you're so delirious that all you can manage is a lazy bounce.

Arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, your walls squeeze around him as you feel the pressure build in your stomach again. Sloppy, wet kisses sucked into his skin. Teeth scraping against the tanned flesh before you're crying out your orgasm, body shaking in his arms.

You're positive if it weren't for the rough grip he has on your ass, you'd be sprawled out on the floor from the power of it. Taehyung fucks you through the entire thing, not slowing down until he feels his own release approaching, just second after yours. Thighs tightening and thrust becoming sloppy while he pulls your body down tighter against his.

The feeling of his thick ropes of cum coating your insides has your senses waking up, that paired with the slow drag of his cock inside of you has your legs stiffening again. Hips rocking slowly against his as another tiny orgasm washes over you. So small Taehyung wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been paying attention – but of course, he was.

“Did you just cum again?” He says with a laugh, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Lips sucked into your mouth to hide the sheepish grin that fought to take over your features. “It felt good... you cumming, inside.”

A triumphant grin takes over his features and he's leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let's keep it in then,” He's mumbling against your mouth and you're not sure what he means until he's pulling out – fingers quick to meet your entrance, pushing his cum back inside of you.

Body twitching with overstimulation, but you let him stuff you with his cum, not able to deny how hot it was. Especially the look of concentration on his face, careful not to miss a drop. Once he's satisfied, he's secured your shorts back in place patting his hand over your crotch playfully.

“You better keep it in there, too. Gonna fuck it out of you later,” He promises with a large grin, head tilting up to nibble at your jaw. He's got one hand resting on the curve of your ass, the other gripping your thigh. Zero plans to put you down any time soon, loving the way you're wrapped around him.

He'd stay like this with you forever if he wasn't for the distance shout he's hearing from the main house. Trying to ignore it and praying that you don't hear it, but as it grows louder your ears are perking up.

“Taehyung-ah!” It's Namjoon's voice and you're immediately pulling back when you register it. “Think Joon is looking for us,” You say through a giggle, the kisses he's leaving on your skin starting to tickle.

“He'll give up.” Tae murmurs, trailing a wet line of kisses down the length of your neck. And you almost agree with him, but you hear Namjoon call again and figure it would be best to just go see what he wants. So, despite Taehyung's reluctance, you're unwrapping your legs from around him.

“Or we can go see what's up.” Taehyung's changing his tune once he's realizing you weren't going to change yours.

His arm is easily sliding around your waist, pulling your body into his as the two of you make your way back into the main house. It's a little weird walking with his cum stuffed inside of you. Like a subtle heaviness between your legs that you just barely go without noticing. And if you moved too fast you could feel a bit of it start to trickle out, forcing you to pay much more attention to your movements than usual.

When the two of you are reaching the sliding door, it's locked. Your other six men are sat in the room, snickers falling from their lips with one look at your frazzled state and the fact that you're locked out.

“Ooh, what were you guys doing out there?” You can hear Hoseok's teasing tone through the glass. As if it weren't obvious. As if they didn't hear what you guys were doing out there.

Taehyung doesn't miss a beat, hand dropping down to grasp your ass. “Stuffed her full of my cum.” He says with a wide grin that has hollers of amusement falling from their lips. “Tae!” You're gasping, face heating up as you lift your arm to punch at his shoulder.

“What it's true?” Sparkling eyes turned to you, lips shaped in a soft pout that you'd lean up and kiss if you weren't sure it'd have a glob of his cum rolling down your leg.

Namjoon, your perfect little angel, is the one to pull the door open. And you're thanking him as you walk past, carefully taking the vacant spot beside Jungkook. “Do you really have cum in you, Noona?” He wonders. Eyes dark while a curious hand reaches to brush over the waistband of your shorts.

“Only a little bit,” Fingers lifting to just barely pinch your fingers together to show him. “Prove it,” He says with a tad bit of playfulness in his tone, tugging at your shorts just slightly. 

You have half the mind to do just that. The thought lingering in your mind long enough for both Hoseok and Yoongi to notice. Intrigued, Hobi waits to see if you'll actually do it – but Yoongi speaks up before the tension can grow any thicker.

“We're choosing rooms,” Changing the subject completely acting as if an eight-way orgy wasn't just on the table. “Oh, right!” Joon, who had been subtly watching to see if you take Kook's dare is all of a sudden the reason he had gathered everyone.

A few moments are granted for conversation to bounce around the room, choosing where they'll sleep for the next seven days. And once they've settled their arrangements, attention is back on you – but for an entirely different reason now.

“Noona can share the floating house with me,” Jungkook is saying with a wide grin, keying you in on the fact that this conversation had been going on a bit longer than you had been paying attention.

With a quick nod of your head, you're assuring the young boy that you'll share the room with him. “I figured I'd just bounce around? If you guys don't care.” Much easier that way, whoever wanted you to spend the night in the room – you would. But to keep things tidy, you'd keep your stuff in the floating house with Jungkook.

“Of course we don't care-” Jin starts, but his words are being cut off by Taehyung's haste. “My room first!” Hand raised in a cute schoolboy raised, the look that he pins you with washes all remnants of the word cute out of your mind, though. 

With a thick roll of his eyes, Namjoon's standing. “If she wants to. You choose, baby.” His attention now on you and the pet name has shivers running down your spine. There was just something about the way Joon called you 'baby' that had you keening.

He doesn't act on it, though. Not right now. And neither do you. One by one, they each break off to do their own thing until dinner time. You find yourself following Jin out to the dock after hearing he was going to fish for a little bit. You had gone on quite a few fishing trips with him, never did it but liked to keep him company when he went.

It's hard to ignore how at ease you feel here, with them. Not a single worry in mind in this secluded spot with your favorite guys. Where they're able to be themselves and be with you and be happy. Thankful that you were able to join them. And so ready to be apart of the memories this next week holds.

No matter how sticky.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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