#i (prob) may not say much in return but.. thank you if u do leave one. /gen

[erporo]

so here's a que to u fellow geology nerds (if there are any): what's ur fav irl gem/mineral/stone?

#doesn't matter whether it's natural or man-made btw #<- hell. my fav is harlequin topaz (which is a variety of mystic topaz (i think)) #just gimme an answer. im REAL curious. #i (prob) may not say much in return but.. thank you if u do leave one. /gen #yappps

[devilyn]

𝟝𝟘𝟘 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥

𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖,

i want to thank you all for 500 followers (now 600 bc this is late) so i’m going to be doing a drabble prompt event!! woo!! (i have no idea what to call this, plz lol) plz participate or else i’ll be embarrassed.

i will probably close this event in a week or so, or whenever i feel like i’ve run out of steam lmfao.

status: closed

𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕟 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

to request, send in the character you want plus the prompt you’d like me to follow, and anything else you may want me to include. [ex. tsukishima kei, w reader saying fluff 15, angst 5.]

i DO NOT take regular requests. i just don't have the time, srry :')

please only request 3 prompts max at a time, and 3 characters max. i will be writing them in one drabble together, so if you want a poly relationship or a threesome, u can request that and i will try my bestest.

if you want to request the same prompts for a different character so i can write a separate drabble, send another ask.

i write hurt/comfort, and angst best. fluff would come after, and anything 18+ is prob my weak point. on that note, if u r under 18, plz do not request smut from me. i am an adult w/ a conscience

drabbles will be less than 1k words. this means it could be 100 words or 900 words lol it depends on how ~inspired~ i am

smut is usually f!reader, but let me know if you want to request otherwise and i will do what i can :’) everything else is gender neutral unless requested otherwise.

i usually age up the hq kids and use their post-timeskip lives. if you want a fluff/angst drabble with the volleyball boys in high school, please let me know.

when it comes to sfw works, i WILL NOT write physical abuse (unless it is nsfw consensual), overtly depressive themes such as death or near death situations, and self-harm themes.

when it comes to my nsfw works, i WILL NOT write anything related to scat, vomit, bloodplay, excessive violence, pedophilia, incest, or noncon (unless it’s consensual noncon). 

have fun :’)

𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕚 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣

[bolded are the characters i write best and enjoy writing about most]

karasuno

tsukishima kei

kageyama tobio

hinata shoyo

yamaguchi tadashi

nekoma

kenma kozume

kuroo tetsurou

aoba johsai

oikawa tooru

iwaizumi hajime

fukurodani

bokuto koutaro

akaashi keiji

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi

tendou satori

itachiyama

sakusa kiyoomi

inarizaki

miya atsumu

miya osamu

suna rintaro

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤

[taken from this list and this list and this one too lol ty]

fluff

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“you make me feel alive. for the first time ever, i feel like i can breathe”

“I fucking love you” “Hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober”

“I really want to kiss you right now” “Do it then”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“I’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

“Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you”

“So it’s a date?” “Nope. Not a date”

“I’ve never felt such love.”

“I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again.”

“Stars pale in comparison to you.”

“My heart hurts when I see you and I find myself drunk on the pain.”

“I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again.”

“My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.”

“I couldn’t imagine my future without you now that I have you.” 

“I’ve never seen color like I do with you.” 

“Everything about you is amazing to me.” 

angst

“I don’t know how to exist in a world without you”

“The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.”

“Did you at least think of me, when you were having sex with them?”

“No. The moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up.”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“I swear, if you say another word, I’ll leave.”

“Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?!”

“If I asked you to stay, would you?”

“I don’t know who you are anymore”

“Of course I still love you. but I hate myself for it.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“I can’t have this argument with you again” “But-” “No. I’m done”

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

“I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”

“Until you can return the time I wasted on you, I don’t want anything to do with you.” 

“I don’t hold people close. It makes it easier for them to hurt you.” 

“Kill my feelings, kill my soul. Kill everything I am.” 

“It’s not working out. We’re not working out.” 

“Hey, I’m leaving for good. I’ll...see you around.”

“I feel like I’ve died now that they’re gone.”

smut

“Seeing you between my legs is so hot.”

“I may or may not have left some….marks.”

“I think we were a little too loud last night.”

“Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?”

“Bite your lip one more time, I dare you”

“The noises you make are incredible”

“We’re just…friends.” “Friends don’t do this type of shit!”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“God, I love your hands” “Lets put them to good use then”

“I know you can be louder than that.”

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“Don’t give me that look.”

“You’re more than just a one night stand.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

“Shut up.” “Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”

“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

“You have no idea how much I want you.”

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #500 follower event #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #yes i did indeed suck it up and decide to do this #haikyuu drabbles

[seijorhi]

asks :)

my inbox has once piled up, so to avoid spamming y’all there’s some asks below the cut 💕 - general & fic questions (but no drabbles)

Me re-reading the atsumu bit over and over again getting suspicious of the way he's acting : 👁️👄👁️

Y’all: can Rhi write Atsumu without making him obsessed with the reader?

Magic 8 ball: answer uncertain, try again later 👀

I re-read the new piece and I know it was not your intention, but Bokuto, Hinata and Sakusa's behaviour also strikes me as suspicious 👀(if you know what I mean) just lighter👀 just wanted to let you know 😅

This made me laugh. Look, I say with all of my fics - a lot of it is up for interpretation, read into stuff how you want to, but it wasn’t intentional haha

Bro your like my favourite yandere writer ever, so please don't feel pressured to fulfill requests if you wanna do your own writing then please do anything you write is literally gold and I'll always read your stuff (even if it's for a fandom I'm not even in your that good) 💖

I cannot tell you how many fandoms I got into because I started reading fics from amazing writers without having watched the source material, so this is super sweet! Thank you, bby!!

i just read your fic "like nobody else" and the related drabbles (the post supply closet scene and the noya/tanaka version) and i must say you are an amazing writer! the word "lovely" came to mind to describe your work but it somehow feels wrong considering the nature of the content. even so, i really liked how you made it feel like the reader may have had a chance to escape, yet it was all futile in the end. definitely going to read your entire masterlist and patiently wait for your new works. - @glaringlights

Ahh thank you so much!!! I’m a bit of a sucker for yandere team ups and soulmate au’s so it’s always gonna be something I’m happy to write for!  

Hey bby! 🥺 Sorry for bothering u, but i was wondering what happens after "Honey, make this easy"? Do you think Kageyama finds out that it's Suga that took away his s/o?

Oh Kageyama will definitely figure it out real quick. He realises that she’s gone probably only a few minutes after Suga takes her - of course he can’t go into a full freak out, especially around the others, but he knows she just wouldn’t leave. Don’t forget that despite the yandere tendencies and the abuse - their relationship is still ‘normal’ on the surface - she’s not locked away, he’s not forcing her to be with him (well, he is, but not in the traditional sense). He knows she’s not actively looking for an escape, so someone has to have taken her. And what do you know, there’s only one other person who’s missing from the reunion - strange that Suga left without saying goodbye.

pls stop being a good writer I can't take it 😔👊

Next fic, I promise bby 😌

Hello! I just finished reading all of your stories on Ao3 and i claim i have officially become a hoe for your manager au fic.I love so much team dynamic!!I hope you will write more:).

Team manager fics were not something I really intended on doing as much on, but it’s strangely addictive, and so fun to play with all the dynamics within a team. And yeah, Inarizaki manager au will be out in the next few days, and I’m debating about doing either a Nekoma, MSBY or Karasuno one as well... Maybe.Thank you!!

🅱️lease tell us what atsumu said in reply to reader at the end that ticked kuroo off so much (honestly i know it was prob mostly innocuous but pLeAsE)

also, that ᵗᶦⁿʸ bit of softness from sakusa toward reader? I MELTED 😭😭

I’m assuming these were both sent by the same anon? 

It’s not so much what he says, at least not his immediate reply, but scrolling back through the text conversation reveals a number of messages that piss him off (and the fact you’re messaging him at all tbh)

But for the record - Have I ever let ya down?

Also, Sakusa is one of those characters I was kinda ehh about initially. Like he’s pretty but didn’t really do much for me. Now however, I am a certified Sakusa Simp™ and I could not resist dropping a slightly soft Kiyoomi 😌

And then there were two was so good it cleared my headache with one read 💖💖

THANK YOU!! Also I hope you’re feeling better, anon!

Yan! Terushima has been living in my head rent free since you released your Run, Rabbit. How would he proceed after they get home? Would he force her to be his girlfriend?

Oh yeah. You’re such a meek, shy little thing, so easy to manipulate. You twwo had had sex, you didn’t say no, he made you cum (so many times) - of course you’re together. After all, you wouldn’t sleep with somebody you weren’t in a relationship with, right? Only desperate whores do that. Besides, it not like he gives you a chance to deny it - not when Bobata and your friend return to find the two of you naked and in bed together 👀

IT WAS SO GOOD. THE KUROO X MANAGER UGHH. Like I can imagine after Kuroo kissed the s/o and get into 18+ acts. He would call Atsumu to let him know that he did the deed. I'm sorry, it's just really good. You're one good author.

Ahh thank you so much, bby! I don’t necessarily think he’d call Atsumu, because to him Atsumu’s a cocky piece of shit not worth bothering about, but he’d definitely take a whole lotta joy out of dropping you off at training the next morning, covered in love bites and hickeys, legs still a little shaky with that beautiful glazed over look in your eyes, and watching his reaction.

#BD rambles #ask #anon #not a request #fic q’s #BD answers

[druid-for-hire]

UNSWAYED PT. IV

(pt. i) (pt. ii) (pt. iii) (pt. v) (epilogue) (askblog)

this update consists of a bit of the trek back to hadestown and the workers’ revolution that lasts the summer until persephone’s return in the fall, and being granted the chance to leave at last--to leave for real.

thank you so so much to all my friends @supercantaloupe​, @unholy-boi​ (who helped write the Riots sect), @damondaunnodyke​, & @s-aint-elmo

persephone has left again and sets to repairing the world up Top after the hurricane, now that she’s helped the lovers.

orpheus and eurydice are... on the exodus from the Beyond. it’s a long road--it’s a long walk. takes a week or two.

kampê slinks into the shadows and hides, bitter, among the smokestacks. she hurts and she fears. hades will come for her, she knows, but she knows this place far better than he--that man barely checks up (hence how her grip on the place has gotten out of control), hasn’t been there for all of the rearrangements and updates in centuries. she knows where to hide. he will not find her in her domain. this is her darkness.

the imagery of the Exodus is very much akin to/inspired by the same Exodus of the movie Prince of Egypt. u kno that one?

looks like this, yeah, but like... obviously without the fish, because the walls aren’t made of ocean in this au, they’re just rock

and orpheus and eurydice leading the pack, shadowed looks of determination on their faces

again: this is where Promises (But Sadder) happens

as eurydice takes orpheus back to the main parts of hadestown, she notices too many things: his legs tremble, his hands shake, he breathes just barely too hard and clears his throat and coughs too much; and as they talk about the small things to fill some of the quiet, orpheus asks “what’d you say?” too often

(it’s hearing damage babey!)

of course, no one is spared from the hardships of hadestown. but she... does not like seeing those scars on orpheus

this long walk is also the time they tell each other everything that happened to them since they last saw each other

reminder: orpheus is still weak & kinda sick! and it’s a long walking journey. and everyone’s tired. sometimes they all sit down and camp for the “night” or something. 

the beyond’s not been kind to him; he’s pale as a corpse, with sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, looks as dead as he feels

(really, all the other workers from the Beyond don’t look much better)

it’s kind of a spooky sight when they stop for a few hours and he lays down to take a rest. the state he’s in...

and eurydice is a fairly good singer--nowhere near on orpheus’ (former) level, but good, and she probably sings him small tunes here and there just for the two of them, to relax and comfort and what have you

@axolotlbeans: at some point they stop for the “night” and orpheus collapses; eurydice, who’d been singing, gathers him in her arms and says, "Orpheus, you're shivering; is it cold or fear?"

and he interrupts her, burying his face into her neck and softly rasps "Just keep singing" in the smallest, weakest voice 

when they arrive. it is... a lot.

the long train of people is... heavily distracting. and they seem to come out of nowhere--a lot of hadestown wasn’t even aware there was a Beyond ‘till orpheus got banished, and then they didn’t know the name or what it was, just that he got banished somewhere. even the foremen turn to see; everyone’s sort of like. uh. what the hell is going on? and work sort of stalls out a little bit

eurydice and orpheus go straight to hades and present their demands to let them go. let them all go. blah blah blah some other stuff it probably sounds fairer than that, i don’t have the brain energy to outline all their demands specifically

by the slightly edited words of my good friend supercanteloupe:

let us go, eurydice demands, and hades just laughs, jailbirds like themselves don’t get their freedom so easily. get back to work, songbird, and don’t let the foreman know you’ve been slacking. and all of the rest of you... you’d better return before you’re made to return.

they go, but they’re not done, not by a long shot.

they don’t go back to work.

orpheus cannot sing, but he is still a poet, and the workers have their voices too

the bristling unrest of Hadestown begins to develop into protests, and the protests turn into riots.

orpheus can craft all the words eurydice needs to say with her spirited and powerful voice, to hit every point to cause uprisings and to stab every point to whittle hades down

hades notices things are beginning to go wrong. machine malfunctions, damaged, outright broken; strikes, sit-ins. rolling blackouts. eurydice and orpheus come back and back, with more and more workers, the ones they led out from the beyond and the ones from the factories and mines, always to demand: let us go. 

and hades grows only more calloused and bitter. you failed your test, you don't get second chances. Players who break the rules are banned from play. 

and every time they turn back, back to their increased workloads and their stricter overseers and their hope now stretching thin, and their anger growing more

ok back to me writing: but enough pushing, and even the overseers are beginning to turn.

the furies, infamous guardswomen and union busters, are doing their best to do damage control. and they are fierce. they are vicious, nearly (but not quite) as bad as kampê, and there are three of them--but then there are only three of them, and they cannot possibly control every single instance of revolt when the ball gets rolling

eurydice and orpheus are now the leaders of rebellion, and both of them are marked for banishment. they have to run from god-king hades and stay out of the unrelenting sights of the Furies.

(and this also means they can’t work or the foremen still on hades’ side might turn em in. so they catch a break and a nap, finally, jesus christ)

but.

there is trouble (For hades) in the fact that kampê has practically gone missing. no matter how many are sent to the Beyond, now there is no one to stop them from just... making the trip back. sure. it takes a long time. about a week or so of walking, but they just... come back.

hades takes notice. hades visits the Beyond for the first time in so long and tries to find her, to no avail. the Beyond is far changed than when he last saw it and he does not have the time to spend to find her--he cannot step away from his children for more than a few hours, lest something go wrong again. this is just another inconvenience on his long, long list.

@lookoutitsregan: “they're legally allowed to leave after 15 minutes”

orpheus and eurydice will be dealt with by himself, and so they run--avoid him as much as they can, hide under his radar

by the words of unholy-boi: hades will not let go of his empire so easily. the building pressure only makes him clench his fists tighter, bend his back further, push further to his own breaking point (and towards everyone else’s). 

he’s more likely to go down screaming that he isn’t, more likely to cling hard and furious to his city, push his workers into the dirt and further lose persephone in the process, the further this goes, the more against him, the more likely he is to furiously, dangerously fight back. 

as summer turns late, hadestown doesn’t soften like hades may have had it for persephone in years long since past, hadestown turns from city to warzone

ok back to me again

for the songbirds: there’s the riots and them narrowly escaping hades like all the damn time while he pushes everyone else to their limits

and yet they refuse to be pushed and usurp their foremen as fast as he reinstates things

revolutions usually have unifying symbols of a sort, and the many isolated revolts do eventually coalesce into this all being an outright revolution--a workers’ movement, if you will.

the red carnation. though they don’t have it, they all remember seeing in orpheus’ hand before he was banished--the one solid sliver of the aboveground anyone saw in a long time

@s-aint-elmo: the red carnation becomes their symbol--though they don’t have it, they paint it in hidden alleyways and abandoned factory walls. they have red paper flowers and red cloth tucked into pockets and tool belts

or the red of some banner that waves in the acrid smoke-wind of hadestown’s false air fronts

flowers, painted and made and substituted, are cropping up all over hadestown, and in increasingly more obvious spots. life is blooming in the underground for the first time in so long

OH ALSO, another fun layer of symbolism with the red cloths:

in the staging of actual hadestown, when orpheus sings "and they're gonna bend their branches down and lay their fruit upon the ground; the almond and the apple, the sugar and the maple" the ensemble is on the tables, reaching over eurydice like tree branches in a sort of ^ formation; on "almond" and "apple," the first two layers pull out and dangle white cloth, but on "sugar from the maple," the dude at the top dangles a red one and drops it into eurydice's hands

so there’s that!

also being the bounty of spring above...... rejecting the underworld. some shit like that

in a musical there’d definitely be a sort of revolution song

like uhhh... Why We Build the Wall II. it’s Different this time. it’s not about the circular logic of the wall, it’s about rebelling against the order hades has set for them

There’s so many lines that can be drawn from elsewhere in the musical to be inserted into this

Why do we build the wall, my brothers, my sisters?

He said the wall would bring us peace, the wall would keep out the enemy.

mister hades set us free to work ourselves into the ground. a lot of souls have gotta die to make the underworld go round.

why are we digging out own graves for a living, if we're free tell me why we can't even stand upright?

some sort of rebellion/callback against “who are you to think that you can hold your head up higher than your fellow man?”

i’m gonna count to three, and then i’ll raise my head, singin’, one, two--!

(except they probably finish the count in this one)

also, because i am weak for really great chords being belted out by a big chorus and hearing every voice part slot together, because this is a revolution song with lots of people i think it should have that

everybody 👏knows 👏the 👏walls 👏have 👏ears 👏

thank u supercanteloupe & s-aint-elmo for ur additions on this

the fates’ voices still carry on the wind, hadestown’s false air fronts of stale and acrid air, but orpheus and eurydice have since learned to turn their backs to it

ALSO? Flags

with the revolution coming to span A Really Big Chunk of hadestown, most likely more than half, there’d probably be people putting up flags and banners

i’m just like, inspired by the imagery of the flag raisings in wwii and post-9/11, and also i’m thinking of les mis/french revolution in general not gonna lie

sure, the Furies are union-busters and come after any sign of revolution, but every revolution is a fight against something. there’s always blood spilled, what different is this one?

they can’t be everywhere at once and they’re not like the Fates--they get tired, they’re not omnipresent and omniscient, the people are not powerless

the flag is supposed to attract attention, the point is to be loud

and by god, they are screaming

this is what a steel mill looks like at night. hadestown was sort of already in a hazy blaze, but combo this with a revolution in its midst, with fighting and fire, and... well, it’s a mess

and through all the flames are the carnations blooming, painted and carved on walls and smokestacks and pathways

(it’s very poetic)

(tumblr will kill this post if i link to the source directly, so. photo taken by DragonWolfACe @ deviantart)

hermes still ferries on the train, but the schedule is all out of whack thanks to the strikes and riots turning the systems upside down. he witnesses plenty of the mess that hadestown has fallen into, and the fight the songbirds are fighting

he relays as much news as he can to persephone

(thanks @damondaunnodyke​ for helping write this bit w/ seph)

persephone... worries

she already snuck underground to help them once and a hurricane ravaged the Top for her absence. the songbirds have escaped, and now have to fight this fight for themselves--she can’t go back down to help them, because she has to bring the summertime to the Top, and she refuses to be the cause of another storm

so she’s stuck aboveground. 

and she’s uhh. stressing. drinking. worrying.

everyone can tell there’s something off, but she doesn’t want to dwell on it, insisting that everyone else should just focus on the good times. let me tell ya something that my mama said to me...

she tries to not stress--there’s nothing she can do right now, why worry, you know? unless she wants to get more gray hairs than she’s already got

but during one of those celebrations she almost says “let the poet bless this round!” before catching herself, remembering that she’s... not there

a lot of people give her a glance; why’d she stop?

but she picks herself back up again, only a moment's falter, and just toasts to life and summer

the end of summer.

the revolution rages on. it’s not calmed down--the very opposite, in fact, more ferocious than ever

(and thanks unholy-boi for basically writing this bit for me HBGFHG)

persephone knows something is wrong when the train isn’t early--isn’t on time, but in fact late to pick her up. the summer has stretched on longer than it should, and in some ways, that is just as dangerous as the winter going on for too long

hades has been getting ready to bring her home. it takes browbeating and strongarming to get the trains running, far too late for his liking.

at last the train comes for her, and when it is hermes who offers his hand to bring her onboard, she knows that things in the underworld are bad--an inferno, dangerous if not dire, and she wonders if the songbirds are still alive, or if they’ve gone and the revolution still rages without them

hades aches for his wife, but he dares not step away from hadestown for a moment. he’s become obsessed and absolutely determined to quell, to crush this rebellion

hades is breaking, but refuses to bend, hades has refrains where he refuses to sing but slips into poetry and catches himself halfway through, hades is breaking, he puts in people he believes he can trust and they turn on him out of desperation, hades is running out of places to desperately hold and he is breaking. hadestown is oblivion. hades is wearing a crown that mangled his head.

persephone steps off of the train, and is taken aback by the state hadestown is in

 the people feel her breeze in, and it is some relief, but the can’t tell how this will change things. if it’ll make things worse, if it’ll make it better

people ask for her aid; but she’s too busy looking around, trying to find the songbirds (after getting confirmation that they’re still alive) who are still hiding

and she finds them. she sees orpheus and eurydice (orpheus, who hades so clearly saw himself in, and eurydice, who she sees herself in) still fighting, still in love.

she sees hades’ mercilessness to the boy he sees himself in. she sees eurydice’s unending determination (in contrast to her own grown apathy) 

and she’s reminded of times before. song or no song.

she decides that this cannot keep going, and hades will keep going farther and farther until he fucking self-destructs at the end of his fall and she wants to catch him before that happens

hades raises his fist against his people, persephone takes his hand and she starts singing. the old song. holding his hand. protecting the people. 

la, la la la, la la la 

and he realizes what he’s doing, as music swells, as the rest of hadestown, quietly, starts to join her in singing. as her warmth, her natural warmth, surrounds him, and he smells flowers and feels pollen and sunlight, and he--

well, the ice around his heart starts to crack, and the iron starts to melt

she catches him before he breaks

His Kiss, the Riot is... different

more emotionally charged, i think, because of the fight he’s been fighting for so long, so fiercely and ardently. he’s much more emotionally compromised, stressed and strung out and now everything’s been turned on his head

he can’t just let them go, but he can’t make them stay. he definitely cannot make them stay. and if the songbirds leave, they will take almost all of hadestown with them

it’s not like... Hellfire Notre Dame levels of dramatic. it’s still quiet, dark, and brooding, but hades is. more of a mess, really

but he comes to his conclusion all the same

that’s about all i got on this. i just wanted to make a note. i thought it was important

the task is given: they can walk, but eurydice must walk in front, and orpheus must follow behind. she must not turn behind to see if orpheus is following--if he has not collapsed, and she will not be able to hear if he has. if she turns, she may return above, but her lover will return to hadestown. 

it’s given to eurydice instead because while she might be harder to instill doubt in, she’s as much susceptible to loneliness as any other. she may have been alone for so long, but she is desperate to not be alone again. and orpheus is still weak--still sick, and she fears he might give out before they reach the top, as much as he assures her he’ll be fine

and if they fail, well, they keep the poet, who was damned to hell anyway--a sentence is stronger than a contract

(Also, this is now Wait For Me III (the first being Orpheus on the way to Hadestown; second being Eurydice trying to find Orpheus; this is the third) and it is HUGE and GRAND, as the climax of the revolution. just as big, if not bigger than the bway version’s

(tho as per usual it’s tinged with sadness because of the circumstances, and the fact that, if this were staged, orpheus would be the only one not singing)

and then... doubt comes in

eurydice walks the path to the surface

hermes' warnings echo in her head, all the same he gave to orpheus in the normal timeline

it's cold

the fates badger her and bleed into her thoughts, systematically unwinding her confidence as she marches on through the dark

one foot after the other, she tells herself

after so long of turning her back to the wind, to the fates, she has learned to keep her head on straight

orpheus is not sturdy, especially now, but he is not so weak to fail on a walk like this--long, but simple, and upon even ground

he is there, she tells herself. he is strong enough to keep up.

his heart is strong enough. it has to be.

hades lied to everyone in the underground--hades lied to make hadestown, she thinks

hades...

just this once--

she chooses to believe he didn't lie to her.

(pt. i) (pt. ii) (pt. iii) (pt. v) (epilogue) (askblog)

bonus:

#unswayed au #hadestown #hadestown au #my art #my work #i'm thinking about naming each parts #like breaking up this story into sections #the first with orpheus' failing is Banishment #the second is Search / Survival a la eurydice looking for him and orpheus trying to last #the third is Exodus #the fourth is Riots #the fifth is......... youll find out later :)

[hobiwonder]

What are friends for? | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

Genre: Crack.Smut. friends to lovers(?), pop essentially liubwnijlwkbc

Warnings: Smut. Ass eating, licking, fingering. Just a whole lot of oral (f receiving), masturbation. Mild dirty talk bc it could’ve been worse.

Words: 4k+

Summary: Taekook are your chaotic best friends and ask if they can try eating ass with you.

a/n: lmao yes i had a dream about this??? go figure. I just wrote this in a few hours so it’s probs not as good as my other smut but ofc, a light wank is never bad once in a while. let me know what u think!!

(eirbuirbnuir they’re so hot omfg)

“What the fuck did you guys want?” You’re almost gritting out between clenched teeth as you slam the door shut. Your chest is heaving, lungs trying to clasp in air as fast as they can because of the sprint you did to Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment after their text that read “SOS” “EMERGENCY” from Jungkook and Taehyung respectively. You’d been stupid enough to set up this way of emergent communication when you’d all have met early in primary school. And now after more than a decade – old habits die hard. They’d sent you a text and even when your gut had told you so – you just knew– that it was for something stupid again. One time both of these imprudent fools had texted you the same words when they’d blown up their microwave by putting in tin of spaghetti in it. So to save themselves from starvation they’d texted you at around midnight. And slave to your habits you were – one text and here you were after taking a U-turn on your way back from a bad date and in a badmood.

God, how did boys even survive?

So here you were, standing in the kitchen while the two dumbasses you called – unfortunately – best friends stood in the kitchen arguing over something you didn’t care for probably, looking entirely not in an emergency. You probably were just needed to give opinions or fix something in their apartment.

“Fuck you bro! You said you were going to ask her!”

“Uh,” Tae looks horrified like he had just heard the most absurd thing – always so fucking dramatic – “I thought YOU were going to? What? Too pussy now?” His smirk earns him a face full of a couch cushion as Jungkook flings the cushion as hard as he can on to Taehyung’s face – aiming right on target as always.

“At least I know what a pussy looks like you dickhead.”

“What the fuck?” Taehyung is yelling in defence and you can’t believe your poor ears have to witness this exchange. “I’ve not only seen but actually ate it too you butthole!”

Jungkook snort, “Very mature.”

“Shut up!” It’s not your turn to scream and finally the two oblivious boys are looking over at you. You swear the look of surprise on their face seems like they’ve just noticed you. They might as well had been robbed and wouldn’t know past their own ridiculous arguments over who’s had the most sexual exploits. Stupid boys.

Ugh you hated them.

“Neither of you are mature you numbnuts.” Their eyes are scanning you from top to bottom – no shame like always. Taking in your short little red dress and the heels you’d bought especially to go to this stupid orchestra with your boring ass trust fund date. God, rich people had so much money and yet they spent it like that? Who takes someone on a first date to the Opera? You had sat there just listening to the singer while your date had been so immersed you might as well had come alone. The dress had shown your figure perfectly and highlighted the areas of your body that needed to stand out, perfectly. Your legs looked amazing because of the heels and longer than they were. You’d looked good. Even you could say it. But of course. Why would the night continue off like that? It had to be ruined by a boy and then ruined further by more boys. In conclusion to this essay: boys were the problem!

Ugh, you needed to get laid.

“So what’s the emergency? Why did I have to drive here? Hm?” You sounded like an interrogating mother and they looked as confused as the children of said mother would probably look.

“You look mad.”

“And hot.” Jungkook adds and you just want to slap him. But you can’t help the tiny flutter in your belly at his blatant staring. Though Taehyung just glares at the younger boy to be quiet when they see that you look more mad than usual. Yes, they pissed you off often.

“Because I am.” You continue to glare at them both, heels clicking as you walk forward, dumping your clutch on the kitchen counter and letting your hair out from the tight bun it was in. “So? The fuck you two want now?”

“Uhh, Taehyung was about to ask you.”

“Wait dude, what the fuck? You ask!”

“We agreed that you’d-” Your hands go up in your hair t fluff it out before clutching it tight to give a frustrated pull before you slam your hands on the kitchen counter, aking them both look at you again.

“Just get to it. Hyungwon was one of the most boring dates ever and whatever you two have to ask cant be worse than that.”

“Uh..w-what if it is?” Jungkook gives a little shrug, nonchalantly and your eyebrows furrow. The two of them rarely ever hesitated in making requests from you. How bad was this going to be?

“Then no.” You pick up your clutch, ready to leave when both of their hands grab each of your arms, rushing forward to stop you from leaving.

“Wait! You may even like it!”

“Yeah y/n maybe it’ll turn your night right around.” Jungkook’s eyebrows are going up and down suggestively and now you’re a little nervous and the butterflies are coming back. What was happening?

“J-Just spit it out then.” Your hands go up in the air in exasperation that they were both beating around the bush so much.

Taehyung looks at Jungkook and Jungkook returns his unsure gaze and they both seem to be having a secret conversation between themselves. Amazing how boys could communicate with any words suddenly.

“Speak!” You shout again when their telepathic communication continues. They really did share one braincell huh?

“We were wondering if you’d let us eat your ass.”

“Yeah okay.” You’re shrugging in agreement like you always did – until your brain finally registers what they’ve said. “ Wait, what?!”

They’re both looking around anywhere but at you like the ceiling is so interesting. Your face is going hot and flushing to the point that even your vision seems a bit rosy. What the fuck went through their mind to come up with this idea? You weren’t blind. You had seen your chubby little friends grow up to be chiselled and toned and tall and broad young men. You saw the countless girls they brought home and how people did double takes whenever the three of you went clubbing. But of course, that didn’t mean you had a problem with it. Sure… at some point or another you’d had a crush on them both but you were over it when they pooped literally with the door open in your house.

You all were too close for you to mess it up. Plus, you couldn’t choose between the two. You loved both of these stupid handsome boys too much to make one of them the third wheel. That’s if they even liked you. But why else would they ask this of you?

“Well you see, Jungkook here,” Taehyung’s glare shuts up Jungkook’s protest before he continues to explain, “Said he wanted to try it before he did it with any girl. And frankly, I’ve had a few girls want me to do that to them so I wanted to try it beforehand as well.” He’s shrugging casually again as if this was no big deal.

“So… let me get this straight,” your eyebrows are furrowing again but this time in annoyance once again, “You want me to be the experimental lamb before you two shitheads go off ass licking?”

They just nod. Yup. They nod like you were the one oblivious here.

“I’m going to kill you both one day. Just wait.” You’re nodding as you back up, pointing at them both before you left.

“Y/n!”

“Bro wait!” Jungkook is calling you bro like he didn’t just ask if he could eat your ass.

They’ve now sandwiched you between them both, Jungkook at your back while Taehyung blocks your access to the main door.

“Just hear us out y/n.”

“Uhhhh no thanks you twinks. I need to sleep!”

“You may like it!” You ponder for a few seconds and you know that if you tell them that you already know you like it then they will trap you here until they’ve done what they asked you here to do.

“I know I will.” Damn your loose mouth because you’ve already mumbled it out loud. And while Taehyung is looking at you confused and asking you to repeat what you said – Jungkook has shrieked in your ear that you wince and cover it.

“Hyung! She’s already tried it. Damn girl!” Ugh he was so immature. Stupid boy. Your best friend made you question your standards when it came to friends. He was lucky he was so cute and you knew that he wasn’t all just looks and muscles.

“Y/n,” Taehyung is gasping in mock shock as his hands slide down your hands to your waist, so casually rubbing at it while he leans his head down to try and catch your gaze as you nervously looks around – trying your hardest to look angry and not embarrassed for your slip up.

“You naughty girl.” He’s smiling his greasy smile and you’re done trying. You are annoyed now.

“Ugh let me go you noodles. I’m not going to be your experiment.”

“But you like it! It’s a win-win!”

“So you think you’ll like it?” You’re leaning back to look at the other, more muscly male who’s back hugging you, his breath warming the crevice in your neck.

“I think so. I love eating pussy so why not just a little further down?” He’s saying it all like he’s having a conversation about cereal and you can’t help but blush like crazy. You knew your best friends didn’t have a filter but wow. Having them this close to you, their hands on you at once was a bit… much. Or maybe you were just expecting to get laid tonight but definitely not by these two dorks.

“Very good point Jungkook. Logical thinking. I like that.”

“Why thank you good sir.” You roll your eyes as they complement each other like they weren’t fighting like 13 year olds just a few minutes ago.

“Ugh shut up. Both of you.” You sigh. Knowing that if you were dragged out here after that terrible abomination of a date – you get to be a drama queen too – might as well get something out of it, right?

“Where are we doing this?”

“Wait really?”

“Fuck yeah. I knew she’d say yes.” Jungkook says at the same time Taehyung is surprised. That little shit always thought too highly of himself. But you probably would say yes to most things they asked of you. You loved them too much. Plus they would probably die without you.

“We love you y/n! love you noona.” Jungkook is cooing in your ear, squeezing the life out of you as he tries show his appreciation by acting like the baby he is because he knows it gets to you. Meanwhile, Taehying is hugging you now as well, kissing your cheeks in little pecks, making your face – and now your body too – feel way too hot.

“S-stop. Both of you.” You try to fight off their kisses and cuddles as they walk you to the couch. “Stop acting cute when you two are literally about to be up my ass.”

“Whatever. You love it.” You just roll your eyes while Taehyung only sends you an air kiss that you pretend to gag at.

“Okay so just turn around,” Taehyung is turning you around to face the couch and it goes silent for a few 10 seconds. All that can be heard now is the three of you breathing and you realise that- - wow – this really is happening. Maybe that glass of wine was making these decisions for you. You’ll probably regret this later but right now you were high on endorphins.

“I am turned around Tae. What now?” You speak up when it’s been approximately a minute and he still hasn’t said anything else.

“Bend her over hyung,” You hear Jungkook’s throaty voice from somewhere behind Taehyung and you can hear the intake of breath from Taehyung who is directly behind you, hands on your waist. And then he slides his hands to the middle of your lower back, pushing you slightly forward until you’re bending over, resting your hands on the backrest of the couch. “Put your knees on the couch as well babe.”

Your breathing is picking up again. And even though this isn’t the first time Taehyung has referred to you with the endearment, the situation that you three are currently in is entirely different from all those previous one. But of course – you do as he says and place your knees on the couch so you can lean forward more comfortably while your derriere sticks out to the two men behind you who are definitely getting an eye full of your ass.  

A warm, large, palm is going up from the tops of your thighs to the top of your ass until they run down the same path again – kneading your ass. And of course, your mouth can’t keep quite as a tiny moan slips out at the comfortable – enjoyable sensation of your ass being essentially massaged loosens the knots in your muscles there.

“She likes it.” Jungkook whisper’s this time while taehyung stays quiet and then another hand joins, feeling your buttock on the opposite side and you can tell that this is Jungkook’s hand because it’s slightly more rushed just like how impatient Jungkook is. But overall, still incredibly relaxing. These two idiots knew what they were doing. So far at least. The massaging continues, sometimes one hand slips a little too in to the slit between your asscheeks through the dress, kneading the dimples in your back.

“We’re going to lift your dress now, noona.” You just moan a reply, head resting on your hands that are crossed in front of you on the couch. Taehyung hasn’t said a word while he silently has just caressed and felt.

You feel the cool air between your legs – and your thoroughly ruined underwear but you were past the point of caring. The dress is being slid over your back until it rests just above your waist – completely baring your underwear clad hips to their eyes while simultaneously both of them are cursing under their breath.

“You’re soaked.” It’s the first time Taehyung’s deep voice has reverberated through the room and it makes a shiver go down your spine with the way he says the words. Like he’s accusing you of a heinous crime. Then his hand is back on your ass, the cool feeling of his rings clad fingers making you flinch just slightly as his hands get even more bold.

“D-Duh. You’re playing w-with my ass.” You’re trying to sound nonchalant, like it doesn’t affect you as much as their hands actually are. You’re so horny now that you want to shout at them to hurry up already.

“Noona, you’re so gorgeous.” Jungkook’s amazed voice only puts your body at ease, knowing that they liked what they saw. It was a nice boost to your quickly diminishing confidence.

“Fuck!” The whimper is ripped from you when Taehyung had dragged the band of your underwear back and let it snap against your ass and pussy with a harsh tug. But of course it only makes you wetter.

“Look kookie, she’s dripping even more. She loves it. You love this don’t you y/n?”

You don’t respond, only bite your lip as you throw your head in your hands again – too mortified to say anything. But when Taehyung’s palm is striking against your buttock, you’re yelping and jerking forwards in to the couch, hands finding purchase on the back of the couch now.

“I asked you a question Y/n.” You had an idea of how rough Taehyung good be but never could confirm the rumours. Until now.

“Y-Yes.”

“Good. We want you to like it.” And just like that, he’s pulling away the ruined string of your thongs aside, exposing the tight ring of muscles that they both wanted to see in the first place.

“Fuck…. Look at that hyung.” Jungkook sounds like he’s leaning over now because you can feel a breath closer to your skin and it makes your breathing fasten even more.

“She’s clenching.” They’re talking to each other like you aren’t even there and it makes your skin even more feverish. Fuck why was this so hot?

“Her pussy is clenching too.” Jungkook so graciously points out and you can feel his hand on your ass sliding down. And just before it reaches its destination, he asks. “Can I touch your pussy noona?”

His voice sounds so innocent, so incongruous with his actions but what were you going to say when he spoke to you like that? Say no?

“Yeah baby. G-Go ahead.” You look behind you for the first time and finally see the way the two are positioned and it makes your blood run even hotter that you’re surprised it hasn’t burnt your skin to a crisp from the inside out. Taehyung stood directly behind you and your mind momentarily slips to another reason he may be in that position but you push that thought away when you see Jungkook on his knees, hands on your ass like it was the 8thwonder of the world, kneading and rolling it while one hand finally slipped further down to your aching pussy. His fingers are parting your sticky lips and the labia surrounding your engorged clit as he massages the wetness in even further – making obscene sounds bounce off the living room walls.

“Fuck, she’s so wet.” Taehyung hums in agreement while his own large fingers slip in between with Jungkook’s to gather your arousal as lubricant because he’s bringing them back up once he’s thoroughly coated them in it. Your moaning, whimpering and letting out small cries as Jungkook continues to massage your pussy while Taehyung is circling the tight ring of muscles with your slick arousal as well. It’s a sticky mess and you can very well hear it.

“You go first hyung. I’m hungry for this.” Your head is whipping back quickly at Jungkook’s stammering but it’s too late – he’s already dipped his head down and clasped your clit firmly in his mouth as he gently sucks.

“oh god.” A dry sob leaving your lips as the tears steadily well up in your eyes from the sheer intensity of the sensations. Especially when Taehyung is also kneeling and has now started to tongue your ass while Jungkook has a feast further down. The scene unfolding in front of you is so hot that you’re almost cumming on the spot because by god – getting head from two boys? Heaven. You know you’re absolutely ruined now. Your best friends have spoiled you.

“Ah,” A high pitched moan that would put porn stars to shame – leaves you when Taehyung stiffens the muscle of his tongue and probes your asshole with it. Repeatedly trying to jam his tongue inside you further and further in with each thrust. Jungkook is only helping the knot building up in your belly to tighten rapidly.

“Tae!” You’re crying out loud when he has grasped both of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart obscenely before flattening his tongue against the tight ring and licking and flicking at it rapidly. You knew you loved having your partners go down on you there but of course – it wasn’t exactly the most common of occurrences.

“Can I put a finger inside your ass y/n? Can I? Please?” He’s almost pleading between licks – mouth wet from his own saliva and your arousal that he keeps sampling to smear on your rear. You just vigorously nod your head and he’s placing a kiss on your cheek – oddly sweet – before he’s sliding down to your pussy where Jungkook’s face is still shoved, licking and sucking lightly – not hard enough to make you cum just yet but enough to torture you.

With one thrust, Taehyung’s finger is deep inside your pussy, thoroughly coated in your arousal while you can only whimper and hold on to the couch as he withdraws his thick, long finger to bring it up to your ass and circle the tight opening there.

“It’ll burn for a second baby.” You don’t have time to reply because he’s already pushing it in, your thoroughly wet ass sucking his finger right in.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Tae h my god. J-Jungkook.” You don’t know who’s making you suffer more. Jungkook with his mouth making out with your pussy or Taehyung’s finger that’s slowly pushing in until he’s in until it’s nestled in deep while his fat tongue licks around the intrusion. But one thing is for sure – you’re going to cum.

“I-I’m so c-close, oh god.” Tears have finally escaped your eyes as you push your ass against Taehyung’s face while Jungkook is almost laying on the floor, messily sucking at each of your pussy lips before taking in your blood swollen clit in his mouth to suck it raw. Taehyung’s finger has now started a nice pace but just when you’re about ti cum he’s withdrawn the finger and replaced your gaping entrance with the stiffened muscle of hif tongue. And then you’re coming. All over Jungkook’s face and the pleasure is so intense that your vision has gown bleary and you’re almost sure you died for a second.

“Fuck hyung, s-she squirted.” You’re too out of your mind to notice anything other than trying to steady your breathing. But you do finally glance back to see Jungkook’s wet shirt around the chest area and the shine on his lips and chin.

“You’re so hot noona oh my god.” He’s placing kisses all over your ass and you haven’t even had time to recover before they’ve already switched positions. Jungkook has wasted no time in spready apart your cheeks wide and shoving his tongue in right there in contrast to Taehyung’s more paced approach but you were too sensitive and were going to flinch either way. But when You hear Taehyung’s zipper go down – your temperature is rising again. Jungkook has now discarded his shirt as has Taehyung. Both of them were naked from the waist up while you were exposed from the waist down. Not fully but Jungkook is quickly taking off your absolutely ruined underwear and discarding it on to the building pile of clothes.

“Be gentle kook. I-I’m sensi- Fuck!”

Of course he’s doing before listening. His tongue is flat on your asshole, continuously licking up and down, faster than Taehyung and this alone is going to be enough to make you cum this time because you’re so worked up already. But of course, Taehyung can’t help but join in again as you feel his hand on your flinching pussy, rubbing your wet entrance and rubbing the nectar around your thighs, thoroughly coating you in your own mess. But you weren’t too mad about it. You liked their messiness for once.

“I love your ass noona. Isn’t it great Tae? Fuck we should’ve done this sooner.” His words are muffled as he talks between sucks and licks. Of course he would talk while he eats. Messy. Your internal laughter is dying down when Taehyung is shoving his ring covered middle finger inside your trembling pussy once again – but this time, he doesn’t pull out. He pushes it back in despite your withering form from the continuous assault on your sensitive skin.

“T-Tae-Ah- p-please. I can’t, n-no more. Oh fuck.” You’re crying and letting out small sobs, back aching from being bent over like this for so long but the pleasure is so much and so addicting it’s like you’ve been kept away from your drug when you’d never even taken it in the first place. Jungkook licks down to your perineum before coming back up to your clenching hole and fucking it with his tongue, setting an unremitting pace while Taehyung is fucking your clenching cunt with his bony fingers. And this continues over and over. You and Jungkook mostly moaning while Taehyung is grunting and growling out obscenities once in a while, jacking off his hardened length with his free hand while the other ruts in to you.

All it takes is one look behind you and seeing Taehyung’s girthy length – red, veiny and the head fattened with blood – leaking profusely while his wrist is snapping inside your pussy as well as Jungkook’s black mop of hair as his face is almost shoved entirely up your ass. That’s it. You’re gone with a shout.

“I-I’m cuming!”

“Come for us y/n. Fuck yeah. All over Jungkook’s tongue and my fingers.” Taehyung is growling, snapping his fingers inside your walls so fast and the accompanying shove of Jungkook’s tongue inside your ass is enough to have you leaking like a faucet – making the most obscene symphony of noises – better than that damn orchestra – sound the walls of the living room as you cum once again. Much less in duration but just as intense.

Taehyung’s hand has left your pussy and opted for grasp and tug at his shaft in rapid movements until he’s heaving and growling out his orgasm – cumming all over your ass.

“F-Fuck, c-can I cum over your ass too noona? P-please? Oh fuck.” Only when Jungkook has stood up that you realise he’d been just as painfully hard and had at some point started to palm himself through his jeans. And now that he slides his fist over again and again – slightly longer than Taehyung but not as thick – you can see how he’s leaking the pearly white liquid as well. And of course. You’d let him do anything to you right now.

“Go ahead baby. Cum on noona’s ass.”

“F-Fuck yeah. Oh fuck. I love you noona.” Your heart is fluttering and you’re not given a chance to dwell on his declaration further because you feel the spurts of his own orgasm dirtying up your ass, sliding between your cheeks and wetting your skin. And you honestly loved it all.

Fuck you loved them both.

You’re all breathing hard. It’s been at least a minute when you feel Taehyung’s hand rubbing in both his and Jungkook’s cum in to your ass, massaging it in your skin that you’re finally coming to your senses and realising how sore your back will be. Fucking hell. You’re about to straighten up but Taehyung is already wrapping his sticky hands around your waist and turning you around to lay you across his and Jungkook’s lap. Your eyes are closing and your body is giving in to its tired state. You’ll worry about the regrets and explanations tomorrow. Right now, you just wanted to snuggle both of your annoying friends who just made you cum twice. And they haven’t even fucked you.

Yet.

“Love you y/n.” That’s the last thing you hear before you’re dozing off.

a/n: let me know what u thought :)) i’m still working on baby baby so this is in case i dont post it early. 

#bts smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #hobiwonder

[softwrite]

hey 👋🏻 i wanted to ask if you are still in the mood to write a scenario??🙈 if yess could you write something cute yet funny?? like being unable to do basic things because you hurt/ broke your hand and yoongi needing to do everything e.g cooking and stuff and complaining about it 24/7 but secretly enjoying and loving it?? no probs if you don’t!! have a wonderful day��️

pairing; boyfriend!yoongi x reader

genre; fluff, established relationship au, grumpy yoongi, lots & lots of whining, also surprise! soft in luv yoongi!, small kithes, slight crack, cussing

wc; 2.9k

summary; after an extremely ridiculous incident that resulted in your hand malfunctioning, you deem your dear boyfriend, min yoongi, as your new servant for the time being. you know, until you get better of course.

a/n: i hope this is what u wanted anon! i luv this idea thank u for requesting :( here comes the shit storm that is this fic. thank u. if anyone wants to request a scenario of their own, plz send it thru the ask option!

“Yoongi! Stop walking for a second, you’re going to make me drop it!”

“Well you’re the one who’s moving too slow. Not my fault you take baby steps.”

“I’m literally walking on an incline carrying a whole ass table right now, can you please be a little more considerate?”

“Jesus Christ just keep moving! My hands are about to give out.”

“Wait wait wait stop, stop! I’m about to!-”

CRASH.

“FUCK!”

“What did I just fucking say Y/N.”

                                             - - -

“So basically, your wrist is just sprained,” the doctor spoke, his deep voice resonating through your eardrums as you sat there on the crumpling paper bed sheet.

You’d been sitting there for so long listening to him explain your injury that you might just have an ass imprint. All of this for a stupid sprained wrist.

“Oh, that’s good. Considering you screamed bloody murder for like 20 minutes straight, I was expecting the worst,” your boyfriend replied, his monotone voice practically vibrating the whole room.

Scrunching your features together in annoyance at his words, you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms, though wincing slightly as the white, stretchy material of the gauze wrapped around your right wrist irritated the injury.

“Listen, I swear it felt like I broke it or something. I thought I was gonna die,” you exaggerated, though in the moment you didn’t care you sounded like a whining child.

“Well, I can assure you that wouldn’t have happened,” the doctor responded, raising his eyebrow in a matter-of-fact manner towards you. “Anyways, at this point you just need to go home and rest. I would recommend not doing any physical tasks that may injure your wrist further for the next week or so,” he stated. “Taking small dosages of some acetaminophen will help with any lingering pain. Other than that, you’re all good to go!”

“Thanks Dr. Kim. I’ll be sure to keep this wild animal on house arrest,” Yoongi joked, extending his right hand outwards towards your left, uninjured one as you hopped off the tall table. The white paper beneath you crackled obnoxiously and nearly stuck to you as you began to head out the door of the small room.

“Thanks Dr. Kim!” You copied, his figure disappearing out of sight as you circled the corner with your boyfriend leading the way. As you two stepped towards the exit doors, you peeked up at him as his blonde, fluffy hair nearly masked his current expression. Though you could guess what he was about to say.

“You’re literally so dumb,” he muttered under his breath, his voice still completely loud enough for you to pick up on it.

“For the love of God Yoongi, you’re the one who wouldn’t put the table down so I could get a better grip on it! My arms were literally shaking and you watched me perish,” you argued.

“Oh okay sure. Whatever. Let’s just go home before you somehow end up breaking your leg by just breathing,” Yoongi laughed, his shoulders bouncing up and down as he tugged you along towards his awaiting, parked car as you shook your head, a frown apparent on your lips.

                                            - - -

“Yoongi, can you get me a water from the fridge please?” You mumbled, your body currently buried within the comforting covers of your bed, your eyes focused rather intently on the television screen projecting a movie the two of you had chosen to watch together.

“I distinctly remember the doctor saying it was just your wrist that was sprained. What, suddenly your legs don’t work either?” He grunted, his chest that was pressed up against your temple rumbling.

“Pleeease, I just don’t want to miss anything. I know you’re not even watching it asshole, you’ve been on your phone like the whole time,” you accused, causing his body to momentarily tense beneath your head. “Are you really gonna be this rude to a cripple?”

“You’re not a cripple. Your hand is just stupidly weak, but fine, I’ll get it, but just this once. Just because you hurt your wrist doesn’t mean I’m going to do everything for you, Y/N,” he firmly responded, poking his skinny, pale index finger against your cheek for emphasis.

“Okay whatever, thanks babe,” you grinned, a knowing gleam entering your eyes as you shifted your body against the pillows as he got up to leave to retrieve your water from the kitchen down the hall.

It’s funny how wrong he was.

Just a few hours later that same day, around 6 PM, dinner time finally rolled around and you were fucking starving. You had been so engrossed in the movie, and in your mission in trying not to move as much as possible, you barely noticed how late it was.

“I think my stomach is about to eat itself. I can’t move, can you cook tonight instead Yoongi?”

Yoongi, who had been sitting at his desk scribbling on sheets of paper, his large, black glasses adorning the top of his nose, turned around to face you in disbelief. “I cooked last night Y/N what the fuck. Tonight is your night.”

“I know but my wrist is starting to hurt again,” you pouted, a whiny tone entering your voice. Sprawled atop of your shared bed, uncaringly looking like a mess, you visibly cupped your injured hand with your opposite. “The doctor said not to do any physical activity either, so, suck it,” you added, a large, childish smirk gracing your lips as you stuck your chin up at your boyfriend in triumph.

Staring dead straight into your eyes from the side of the room, Yoongi’s expression was rather blank as his dark eyes observed your smug frame. You noticed his pupils roam across your lips for a brief moment longer before he snapped them back towards your eyes.

“No,” he finalized, swerving back around to face the task he had previously been working on.

“Bitch!”

“Sorry, I’m a little deaf, you’re going to have to speak up some more if you’re trying to say something important,” he muttered, his voice set low as his hand picked up the pen he was previously holding.

“Yoongi…”

Silence.

“Yoongi please.”

You could practically feel the dead air.

“Yoongi, my love, please, I will even let you make shrimp ramen for dinner.”

Your boyfriend’s writing momentarily froze at your words, though picked back up once more after a brief few seconds.

Pursing your lips together in indignation, you observed the back of Yoongi’s white strands of hair, a single tuft poking up at the top that always refused to cooperate.

“I guess I could make salmon for dinner again…” you began, eyeing his form through your peripheral vision as you slowly maneuvered your legs to dangle off the side of the bed.

At that, the sudden slamming of a pen on Yoongi’s wooden work desk caught your attention, his chair flashing backwards almost at the speed of light.

“I’ll make dinner tonight! Don’t worry about it babe! I got it!” He rushed out, nearly stumbling towards your figure as you were halfway off of the bed, one leg on and one leg off, brushing the tips of your toes against the carpet. “Why don’t you stay in bed and I’ll bring it to you? Just, please, don’t go in the kitchen,” he begged, wrapping his long fingers around your upper left arm, a pleading look visible within his nearly black eyes.

Attempting to conceal the victorious smile that nearly slipped from your features, you slowly nodded, purposefully acting clueless and hesitant. “Oh, well if you say so,” you hummed, lifting your shoulders upwards in a slight shrug. Moving your body back into the same place that it had been in for basically the entire day, the very corners of your lips curled upwards.

“I’ll be back. Don’t move,” he demanded, eyeing your position with a deadly glare as he made his way towards the opened bedroom door. Using his index and middle finger, he acted out an ‘i’m watching you’ motion before his short figure exited the room.

“This is too easy,” you whispered to yourself, resting your wrapped hand against your chest while you used the other to curl behind your head against the pillows, propping your skull upwards.

20 minutes later, Yoongi returns with a steaming bowl of ramen, nothing less of what you expected from him. A slightly disgruntled look entered your eyes as you could smell the faint traces of shrimp drift into the air of your bedroom.

You hated seafood, but you suppose you could swallow it for the sake of your boyfriend’s struggles.

However, as he handed you your individual bowl, you immediately glanced up at Yoongi in confusion. “Did you-”

“Yes, I did,” he mumbled, already placing himself back down at his desk that he had been occupying. “I ended up making you chicken ramen. Didn’t want to hear even more of your complaints,” he grunted, seemingly annoyed, though you were able to see through his facade.

A fond smile graced your lips as you swirled the golden, curly noodles within your bowl with your chopsticks, the delicious scent of your favorite flavor of ramen euphorically drifting through your nostrils.

“Thanks babe.”

As you began to slurp down your ‘home-cooked’ meal, eyes now darting back to watch whatever was playing on the TV, Yoongi’s actions in scarcely glancing back towards your now elated frame were completely unknown to you.

You happened to miss the slight quirk in his own pale pink lips as he noticed a drop of ramen juice decorating the corner of your naturally pouty lips as you continued to devour your small dinner.

                                           - - -

The next day, you finally had decided it was time to at least get out of bed.

Yoongi had left a short while ago to pick up something he needed, you didn’t really hear what, considering your were basically blacked out asleep when he left, but now that you were awake, you were a bit bored waiting for him to return.

Seated on your small living room sofa, you surveyed the layout of your house, pressing your lips together in a firm line. Kicking your legs back and forth in a thoughtful motion, you tapped your fingers along the soft cushion of the couch as the silence basically engulfed your brain.

“I guess I might as well do something productive. Our room is a fucking mess,” you muttered to yourself, heaving out a long sigh. Already not looking forward to the task though knowing it needed to be done, you stood up from your spot on the couch, stepping down the wooden hallway to enter your bedroom. Eyeing the state, a groan passed from your lips.

“Why are we disgusting?” You complained under your breath, kneeling down and keeping your knees tucked underneath your chest in order to balance your frame, you got to work by gathering all of the clothes strewn across the carpeted floor with your left hand. After your hands began to get full, you began holding the bundle with your injured one, one of Yoongi’s shirts barely dangling from your elbow.

However, as you struggled to gather all of them by yourself to dispose of them in the hamper located in the corner of the room, you missed the sound of the front door opening.

Cursing under your breath in annoyance as you padded over to the white bin, you frowned as you dropped some articles of clothing on your journey there. “For fuck’s sake how is life this stupid without one arm?”

“What on Earth are you doing?” A deep voice sounded from behind you, causing you to let out a loud shriek of surprise, resulting in you to ultimately drop the entire pile of clothes.

Spinning around, you glared at the figure of your boyfriend, who stood with a slightly amused expression adorning his features as he watched all of the dirty items tumble to the floor.

“For your information, I’m trying to be productive and clean up around here - unlike some people,” you sassed, placing your single non-wrapped hand against your hip.

“Uh huh, well, I see how that’s going,” he mused, gesturing towards your failed attempt that now looked like it exploded on the bedroom carpet. “God I can’t believe I have to do everything for you. Just go in the living room, I’ll do it you big pouty baby,” he teased, ushering you aside as he entered through the threshold of the opened door, crouching down to take your place.

“Oh shut up, at least I’m not the one terrified of killing a tiny spider in the bathroom, tough guy,” you jabbed back, arching a single eyebrow as you walked around him.

“Out!”

You cackled.

“Thanks for the help you big dummy,” you beamed, pecking his pale cheek in appreciation, once again completely missing the slight reddening of his cheeks at your affectionate action.

Eventually exiting and making your way back into the living room where you had been prior before he came home, you briefly released a tired yawn. You guessed you were a bit drowsy because of the medicine you had been taking.

As you emerged into the open floor plan set up, you were able to peek at the sliver of a plastic shopping bag on the kitchen counter. Blinking to yourself, you faintly remembered hearing your boyfriend mention going to the store, but again, by the time he finished his sentence you had already buried your face back in your pillow.

Stepping onto the tile flooring of the kitchen, your bare feet stuck to the smooth, chilled surface as your eyes glimpsed the faint outline of what seemed to be a container of sorts inside the single bag. Curiously, you used fingers to pry open the crinkling bag, peering inside.

Almost immediately, a large grin appeared on your features at the sight of two pint containers of vanilla ice cream.

“God bless,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible as you dug your hand inside the shopping bag, wrapping your fingers around the cold ice cream container. Bringing it out, you instinctively opened the wooden drawer beside your hip, pulling out a silver spoon. Shutting the drawer with your backside as you headed out of the kitchen, a slight skip in your step, you maneuvered to the inviting looking couch.

Curling up into the corner that, at this point, probably had your name on it, you popped open the lid, an excited grin on your lips, you began to devour the ice cream. Uncaring to any mess you might have been making as you held the container between your knees and used your available hand to scoop out each spoonful, you wiggled your toes in delight.

“Maybe that complainer in there is actually useful for something,” you hummed thoughtfully, though barely considered the idea as you continued to devour the comforting dessert.

Back in your shared bedroom, the clothes that had decorated the bedroom floor had been properly relocated to the dirty clothes hamper.

Yoongi, having decided to briefly take a shower, the sound of the water pattering against the bath tub floor eventually shut off, silence overtaking the connected bathroom and bedroom once more.

Clambering out of the tub and drying himself off, he quickly dressed, opening the closed bathroom door and beginning to make his way down the small, dimly lit hallway towards the living room where he expected your awaiting being.

However, as he arrived, his eyes darted around the living room in confusion at the rather quiet environment, the only sounds being that of the television quietly broadcasting a random show. Stepping around the back of the couch, he peered over the arm, immediately being greeted by your slouched figure.

Rolling his eyes, he fully swerved around the edge of the sofa, preparing to strike up a conversation, ready to complain about another task you may force him to perform, yet he ultimately paused in his action upon noticing your sealed eyelids.

You had fallen asleep.

Though, not just a simple, cute power nap, no.

The surrounding corners of your mouth were covered in now slightly dried vanilla ice cream, the now basically empty container having fallen to your lap, the spoon delved inside. Light snores could be heard from your parted lips.

Grunting under his breath at your uncaring nature, he quietly made his way over to your side of the sofa, taking up the now lukewarm container and gently setting it down on the coffee table in the center of the living room - the same table that had sent you into hysterics just the previous day.

Turning back towards your curled figure, he just barely looped his skinny yet sturdy arms underneath your propped up legs, securing his hold on your limp body by resting your head against his flat chest.

Heading back in the direction of the bedroom, he easily lied you back down on top of the sheets, hovering over your passed out being with a knowing look crossing over his round features.

“You never change Y/N,” he mumbled, his deep voice hardly even audible within the quiet room. “I still have to do everything myself even while you’re asleep.” He huffed, though as he spoke, his dark pupils roamed your relaxed, happy face.

Ever so gradually, a miniature, tender smile adorned his pink lips as he leaned forwards, leaving a faint kiss upon the top of your head.

“But I guess a perk of that is getting to see you like this every day,” he whispered fondly.

Though of course, he would never let you know that.

#softwrite works #yoongi #min yoongi #suga #suga bts #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts au #bts fanfiction #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #bts x y/n #yoongi x y/n #bts request #softwrite requests #ask box #asks

[mikkock]

HELLO I ADORE YOUR OCS SO MUCH WILL YOU TELL ME ABOUT KAI HE LOOKS LIKE A TOTAL "YOUR DAUGHTER CALLS ME DADDY TOO" DOUCHEBAG AND I FUCKING LOVE HIM AND WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM

LBLMVBGK THANK U OMG love it when ppl like my kids, im a proud dad rn

ALSO wrow congrats on ur on point analysis, cause, that’s the Essence Of His Being (fun fact since i got two characters who go by the name of kai -cause fuck that basic writing tip that says ‘dont have two characters named the same thing- i usually refer to him as The Bad Kai cuz he a bad bitch)

so lets unwrap that dude shall we uwu 

SO this dude was created when i realised my story didnt have antagonists so i made a bunch of Bad People and then they all became good people after i started giving them more personnality somehow eXCEPt him for some reason, the only survivor of the “everyone will be baby” plague, the only rude bitch in this house, the only guy who’s still on the dark grey side of morally grey...but tbh im in love with him cause he’s an asshole and im an idiot so like.

His base concept was basically something along the lines of “fuckboy but make it Couture”, like douchebag indeed But Gotta Be Fancy at being one, gotta add a pinch of Sneaky Bitch in the pot. His aesthetic is Chillin, gettin in ur pants, then moving on for some more chillin and more pants. So if you’re into some funky sexy time with no pressure and no ties, ya gon get along, your goals meet, time to have fun.

All that is supported by his charisma, cause unless ya got some nasty history, he’ll just look like that charming bad-boy “oho hot dude with a dangerous but not agressive” vibed person, and he’s quite a sweet-talker. He’s probs not only the ‘your daughter calls me daddy’ kind but also ‘and so will YOU, i’m scoring with the whole family and you wont stop me (and you wont WANT to stop me)’ 

He got that handsome ppl priviledge ya feel

but also, he wouldnt be a rude guy if he was just the ‘i enjoy chill frick-fracking and im just so sexy that no one can say no to that booty’ guy

Dude got quiiite some spite-fueled ego and Does Not Take losing well, and will not, in fact, let himself lose on any objective he has, and when that objective is A Person, he gets ugly. Being good at sweet talking also means being good at small stuff like “not saying exactly the truth always when it would be more beneficial not to”, “deliberately using euphemistic, ambiguous or obscure language so to mask wrong doings and technically saying the truth but in such a way that it becomes completely masked by a thick fog of bullshit”, and “use words and behaviour in general to influence others unscrupulously so to get something in return”. Even a little “playing with their perception in order to make them doubt in their thoughts and selves”. In short dude got no qualms about using all the tools of manipulation available if it means that he comes on top (or on bottom if the goal was getting an assful eeeeeey we’re masters of comedy here) It tends to be all for short term results tho, so not much your ‘boyfriend who convinces you you’re nothing without him” and more of a “you thought you were dating but only you were thinking that as he always kept it just vague enough to have you not official yet convinced of his and now you’re blaming yourself for believing you were together”

master of getting ass, also master of Ugly Ass Breakups, and master of suddenly dissapearing from your life so hard that you wonder if it was just your imagination all along (he got ugly past with a bunch of other ocs especially he’s ex boyfriend with two that are now together cause i dig that sort of drama the sAME dUDe gave u the trust issues that held u from going full lovey dovey ? i fucking lIVE off that kinda shit wait until he pops back like ‘oho hello fancy seeing YOU TWO here my two fave exes together incredible what a small world”)

Though I have to rework on all that cause that backstory is oLD AS SHIT (like prolly i built it in what, 2016? ew ugly) I had that stem from some sort of neglect-fueled inferiority complex. I had given him a kinda cold family with a bunch of siblings who got Way More Nurtured due to their respective talents and achievements, having him left behind and feeling like he got nothing. SO that’s basically the explanation as of today but i dont like iiiiit anymooooore so I’ll have to work on it to make it something i dig, cause idk, bitch feels flat so far.

BUT i do intend on keeping the whole concept of ~Loneliness~, and of him working alone and quite hard for anything he gets. And the general need of proving himself that had come from the WIP backstory. I don’t exactly see him as an overachiever at all, but definitly as an obstinate and persevering hardworking guy, because “Look YALL I WAS aBLE TO DO THIS YALL THOUGHT I COULDNT HUH YALL LOOK DOWN ON ME well fuck u cause idc im better than u now also ur mum’s into bondage i kno from experience bye”. So tbh pair up with him for group projects, you’ll be sure his share of the work will be done (but also if you dont do yours then he’s probably going to be a bITCh about it, no remorse in leaving blank slides in the middle of the powerpoint and then loudly proclaiming ‘OH RIGHT This was supposed to be Kevin’s part but I suppose he never sent it to me, despite the numerous reminders i sent him, no big deal, no hard feelings, its ok sweetie we all sometimes feel too lazy i forgive u :)” )

Also he’d be Chill to hang out with for like, parties, nights out at the bar, that kinda shit. He definetly has some beans to spill about quite some people, he gathers the goss as he gathers lovers (i was gonna end that in “as he spreads legs” but it sounded too PG-18 for this good Well Behaved family friendly blog) and Will Not stay tight lipped, and Will be a bitch when trashtalking people, and It Will Be Entertaining as it always is when you’re hearing about crazy exes and you’ve had some beers. 

Now trivia that idk where else to write cause idk i stupid or more like disorganised :

- he digs red ale beer like if ya wanna win him over with the appropriate alcohol offer there u go

- he’s a fake blonde (cause my hobby is painting regrowth roots on hair)

- his design is a mixture of those 3dgy denim boys u see on pinterest and the specific brand of fuckboys that are french-L-section-chic-grunge-hipster-fuckboys (L section is like a branch of highschool)(that word combo is a so specific kinda guy)(its kinda like a softboi but more arrogant but in a lowkey way)(also they rich)(but he’s not rich so guess that should make him Less Arrogant)

-im constantly dead afraid of giving him more characteristics and story or whatveer cause he’s the only meanie i got left and i do Not want him to stop being an asshole but everytime i develop a character they end up nice or redeemed or whatever and i wanna keep him a bitch so i neglect him (just like his parents in his 2016 version wow)

he smokes (prolly started quite early to Be Kool and now relies on it for stress relief)

he’s outspoken and extraverted and prolly the guy who had a lot to say when you were doing debates in class (there’s always that person who has a Lot to argument about)(its him) but outside of a Set and Defined debate structure he probably doesnt give his mind voraciously 

he’s a law student and despite saying he’s the one bad guy left he probably wont be a corrupt lawyer or judge or whatever like come on he will do his job properly he worked hARD FOR THIS justice may be served

he’s not the kind to openly hate or even dislike anyone cause what’s the point of wasting your energy on that? its much funnier to him to be obnoxiously Neutral with someone and basically ignore them but still strike them with some Spikes of passive-agressive comments, let them be Mad at your calmness

he’s 177cm tall (that’s like 5.8 according to google)

honestly if you’re bros with him he’s fun to be with the being a jerk is completly coincidental 

he probably ranks high in the list of “those criminals who steal big lighters from their friends” 

i think at a point his design had tattoos but i forgot the designs of those so now he doesnt anymore

a dog person

i think ive run out of facts (or my brain dead) so im leavin with a shirtless pic cause my hobby is drawing tits

in short, charming asshole who can get ugly, secretly feels lonely and small, works hard for himself, better have him as a friend than as a foe though probably not the most frontally agressive enemy, and also, your booty, hand it over.

#people probably excuse his naughty behaviour bc of his looks and that's the fact

[sher-soc-the-famder]

Full Deck

Summary: Roman loved his soulmates. He was lost to them, which was good. Seeing as it meant that he'd only end right back up with them.

Word Count: 2124

Pairings: LAMP

Warnings: Mild language

Notes: Happy End of Ace Week gays! Have one final fic for iiiiit! You get an Ace! You get an Ace! YOU get an Ace! Everyone gets an Ace!! Thanks for sticking with me for this! See y’all next year!!

Read On AO3

Roman groaned as his phone buzzed next to his ear. He gritted his teeth and shoved his face into his pillow even more. He missed the warmth on either side of him, but at least the blanket was soft. He could get away with sleeping in for at least another hour before his alarm went off. Probably.

His phone practically threw itself off his nightstand and Roman dove for it. His elbow crashed against the wood of his drawers and he hissed at the pain. He squinted at his phone. Whoever was contacting him this early in the morning had better have a good reason. It wasn’t even past ten yet!

The string of texts that shone in his eyes made no sense. Roman scrolled through the history, amusement building as he read them.

Gloomy Gus 9:15 am: fck

Gloomy Gus 9:15 am: i mean fuck

Gloomy Gus 9:16 am: whih f u has my kys?

Gloomy Gus 9:16 am: *KEYS

Specs 9:18 am: I believe that I have them.

Specs 9:18 am: And please remember to breath Virgil.

Specs 9:19 am: I am on my way to your location now.

Gloomy Gus 9:21 am: thnz Lo

Gloomy Gus 9:21 am: also have p’s glsses

Softest Puffball 9:24 am: Oh! that’s where they went!

Softest Puffball 9:24am: thanks V!

Gloomy Gus 9:26 am: no prob

Roman snickered to himself. He slid out of bed, stretching until he felt his bones pop. If his lovely soulmates were going to be heading back home by the sound of it he may as well prepare them a grand feast. Patton, at the very least, would have likely skipped out of the door earlier without a second thought about eating.

It wasn’t until he stepped out of the shower, toweling his hair dry that his phone buzzed again. Expecting another update on Today’s Lost Items Adventures(™), Roman flicked it open as he wandered towards the closet. His hand froze before it could wrap around the handle and his heart dropped beyond his toes. All the way through the floor. Roman didn’t know since he couldn’t feel it anymore.

Sandman-ster 9:43 am: Heeeeey gurl

Sandman-ster 9:43 am: u sstill up for the aro-ace party tonight

Sandman-ster 9:43 am: u kno i need an ace up my sleeve ;)

Sandman-ster 9:44 am: this aro will fly tru

Sandman-ster 9:44 am: promise

Sandman-ster 9:44 am: nail painting gurl

Sandman-ster 9:45 am: u can’y miss it!!!

Roman shifted, rocking back and forth on his heels. He wanted to go to the pride celebration with Remy. He wasn’t ashamed of his sexuality, not really. He just- Roman worried- Roman took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. He closed his phone screen and tossed it onto the bed.

He didn’t want to lose what he had was all.

Roman dug through the clothes in the closet, making a mental note to tell Logan that Virgil had regressed to dropping things on the floor again. Patton’s cardigans bunched in the back corner, wrinkled and no longer folded like last night. Roman’s lips twitched up in amusement. Either Patton hadn’t wanted Virgil to feel alone in his mess or he had forgotten to refold them this morning.

Adorable either way!

He slung on the first white shirt that caught his eye, leaving it unbuttoned as he wandered out towards the kitchen. He didn’t have anywhere to go today, so the shirt was more so that Logan didn’t give him The Eyes Of Self-care Disappointment(™) that followed their backs with varying degrees.

Roman wasn’t sure who got it less out of all of them, which was a little sad when he thought about it so he didn’t.

He shook his head. He turned to dig through the fridge, realizing halfway through that he had left his phone on the bed. He debated going back to grab it because if he didn’t reply then Remy would text him all day up until the point they were rolling in through the door of the party. Roman stared at the eggs, maybe it would be best if he didn’t.

He still didn’t know what excuse to give his soulmates about being out that late. Logan would want to know what sort of party he was going to so that a designated driver could be selected. Patton would want to go with him. Virgil, well.

Virgil would see right through all his bullshit and then. And then. Instead of calling him on it like a sane person would! Virgil would blame himself and the whole mess would be Roman’s fault. Again. So just no.

No, it was far easier to stay home and watch Disney with his partners again.

Roman breathed through his nose. It didn’t matter. He’d be fine. The topic of sex hadn’t come up between them yet. Logan wanted to get them all settled in with jobs before taking things further. Roman wasn’t entirely sure Patton even knew what sex was. And Virgil would never ever be the one to push them forward.

So long as he let them idle here for the next little (forever) while then there was nothing to worry about!

Roman tugged at his sleeves, trying not to rub at his temples. He pulled the eggs out of the fridge a shade too hard. He honestly would have rathered they brought sex up, even once. Just so that he could know where they all stood. He set to work on making a pair of omelets (ham, peppers, onions, and cheese for Logan and himself, regular egg and cheese for Patton and Virgil), cracking the eggs against the bowl. He probably reached in the sound a bit too much.

Whatever, find stress relief where you could, as Virgil would say.

He slid the first omelet onto a plate around the same time the door smashed against the wall and Virgil skid into the house like his heels were on fire.

“Where’s Logan?!”

“Not here yet, Five Nights at Paranoia,” Roman pointed at a chair and gestured at the omelet. “May as well sit back, relax, and please, enjoy the show. Mr. Frizzle’s on his way, no doubt he’ll be here soon to make more sense than the rest of us combined.”

Virgil threw himself into the chair, the legs screeching against the ground at the action. Roman watched as he tossed Patton’s glasses carefully onto the table and ran a hand through his hair. He carefully, more carefully than if he was alone, took the second omelet off the stove.

“Don’t think you can distract me by quoting NateWantsToBattle at me,” Virgil snapped, his eyes tracking Roman’s path around the table to him. “You didn’t even get it right!”

“That was on purpose!” Roman protested, reaching out to rub at the knots in Virgil’s shoulders. Virgil tensed and then melted under the touch. Roman did have magic hands, so he’d even excuse Virgil ignoring the food he had worked so hard on. “It was to distract you, clearly!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Virgil grumbled, tilting his head back to give Roman better access. Roman hummed, enjoying the warmth of Virgil’s skin under his thumbs. Why anyone would want more than this he didn’t understand. What could be better than making the men he loved happy?

“Virgil!” Patton shouted from the doorway. Roman jumped at the noise.

“On the table Pat!” Virgil shouted back.

Patton streaked into the room, snagging his glasses off of the table. He leaned over to peck them both on the cheek before running off towards the bedroom, shouting over his shoulder. “Iloveyouguys! Iforgotmynotebooktoo!”

Roman laughed, reaching up to run his hands through Virgil’s hair.

“Better?”

“Almost,” Virgil muttered. “Still need my keys.”

“Well!” Roman declared, “Logan should be walking through the door in three… two…. one!”

Logan’s sigh echoed through their house and Roman grinned. He leaned down, hand out in front of Virgil. He danced victoriously as Virgil gave him a bemused high five, watching him with an unmistakable fondness in his eyes. Logan pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Why must you insist on acting like this?” he muttered.

“You love me and you know it!” Roman sang, his happiness quadrupling as Logan leaned over to peck his cheek just like Patton. He leaned over to kiss Logan’s nose, dancing away with a laugh as Logan’s face turned bright red.

“God, help us all, I do,” Logan’s lips twitched upwards. He turned to Virgil and with a flick of his wrist, tossed Virgil’s work keys back to him. “And please refrain from losing anything else today. I’d rather not explain to my boss why I had to leave twice for my soulmates.”

“Sorry,” Virgil’s eyes dropped and Logan reached out to run his thumb against Virgil’s cheek.

“I did not mean it as an attack against you dear,” Logan said simply, “Merely a request.”

Whatever Virgil opened his mouth to say was lost in Patton’s return. Patton skid in, eyes bright and Roman’s phone in one hand, his notebook in the other. He settled himself right into Roman’s side, waving the phone like a victory flag.

“I got this for you Ro!” he chirped. “Better to grab it now than forget about it and have it end up with Virgil again.”

“Thanks, Pat,” Roman said, taking the phone and trying not to hold it like a bomb about to go off. He felt it vibrate in his hand again. Remy no doubt, still looking for his reply. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem kiddo!”

Patton giggled, skipping over to press a kiss to Logan’s cheek and Roman didn’t think he could take it anymore. The flag he had once worn with pride seemed to drag on his shoulders, despite not being there at all. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe that’s why every interaction with his soulmates felt tinged with a lie.

“I’m asexual!” he blurted. Silence fell like a hammer against the stained glass of his world. He swallowed thickly, shifting back and forth on his feet as the other three stared at him. He tucked his hands behind his back to hide their shaking.

“Oh my god,” Virgil breathed, and Roman screwed his eyes shut to brace for the blow. “You too?!”

Roman’s eyes snapped open and he stared at Virgil’s wide eyes.

“Well, that certainly explains a lot,” Logan said, and Roman whirled to look at him. Logan tapped his chin in thought, “I had thought it was just myself, and that the lack of... forward progress in a sexual nature was because of my own disregard of it.”

He grinned at them.

“Which is to say, me three.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to look at Patton, who shrugged. He held his hands out and grinned. A sheepish laugh slipped from his lips.

“I have no idea what that means, but I admit that I’ve never really wanted to uh, you know…” he trailed off awkwardly.

Roman couldn’t help the slightly hysterical laugh that escaped his mouth. He bent over laughing in relief and the hilarity of it all. What were the odds? Soulmates indeed. He could almost believe that it had all been planned. Four aces in a row. Four of a kind, full deck.

He froze. And the best idea hit him.

Roman wrapped his fingers around Virgil’s wrist, dragging his soulmate forward past the pride flags that hung on either side of the door. He nodded at the clearly marked asexual bouncer and the aromantic one, each standing under their respective flags. Virgil muttered something under his breath. Roman ignored it.

Tonight was for adventure! And fun! And pride!

And Virgil was going to enjoy all three if it was the last thing Roman did!

“Hey, gurl!” Remy called and Roman waved enthusiastically. “You made it after all!” Remy’s sunglasses slipped down as he stared at the pair of them. Roman watched as his eyes slipped past them to Logan and Patton behind them. “What’s with the suits?”

Roman grinned even wider. It had taken a bit to explain everything to Patton, and then convince the others to play along. But it had been worth it.

The red paint shaped like a diamond on his cheeks, matched with the hearts on Patton’s. Virgil had refused to sit still for the clubs on his, and Roman still fought the urge to straighten the lines out. Logan sat through the spades with a stoic intensity that belated how the excitement in his tone as he answered Patton’s questions.

“Oh you know,” Roman couldn’t help but preen, “We’re just a full deck.”

#Sanders Sides #LAMP #romantic lamp #Remy Sanders #Roman Sanders #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Ace Awareness week #THIS STILL COUNTS AS SATURDAY RIGHT??

[huangels]

nct u reaction to another artist dedicating a love song to you

request: Hi! May I request a nct u's reaction to an idol from another group dedicating a beautiful song that's super romantic to their s/o? Like the idol knows they're dating but just doesn't care. Thank you!

a/n: i hope the requester didn’t request this intending for it to be angsty bc it’s kinda fluffy i think ? lol also nct u is a rotational group, so i just focused on “boss” unit bc it’s the most recent and stuff lol i hope that’s ok. also also, i decided to add in members of other kpop groups as the person who dedicated the song to you bc it just helped the reactions flow smoother, they’re random and prob untrue so don’t focus too much on that lol

˗ˏˋ TAEYONG ˎˊ˗

You and Taeyong are both sitting on the couch, alone in your empty dorm. The bottom of your laptop warms your upper thighs as it works hard to search up videos on Youtube. What Taeyong and you like to do sometimes is to watch other artists or groups performances, especially older musicians, to learn from them since the both of you are in groups yourselves under SM Entertainment. Taeyong points to a new music video by EXO, a group from the same company. You don't even have to think twice before clicking the small rectangle, since you along with your group look up to EXO. While the music video plays, you enjoy the song, moving your body to the beat. Taeyong sits up straight as his previous position with his head on your shoulder has been disrupted. After the video ends, Youtube auto-plays another video, it's the behind the scenes. You leave it on, as the artists sometimes go on to explain the title songs, which you always enjoy watching. That is until the member, Chanyeol, during his interview segment, mentions that one of their track songs is a love song, inspired by you from your group. Taeyong shoots up from his position on your shoulder as he reaches to rewind the video. You try to hold back a chuckle at his actions.

"Did I just hear that right? He dedicated a song to my girlfriend?"

˗ˏˋ DOYOUNG ˎˊ˗

Doyoung and you are in the same group, well technically. You're both in the same group, NCT, but in different units. While Doyoung is in a couple of units, like NCT 127 and NCT U, you're in the girl unit, NCT G. Sitting around the velvet-covered table, you lethargically tug on the ripples of your crimson dress. You and your group are currently attending an awards show that has been going on for several hours. After performing your songs and dances, everyone is tired out and just ready to head back to the dorms and rest. Doyoung is sitting beside you, a hand resting on the back of your chair, mindlessly tracing circles on the exposed part of your neck. Up on the stage is VIXX, wrapping up their performances. Doyoung's hand comes to a halt after hearing what the leader, N, is saying about their new comeback songs. The crowd 'ooo's' and the fans run wild. With a raise of an eyebrow, Doyoung leans forward, stopping just by your ear.

"Why the hell are they dedicating a song to you? Am I missing something? You have a lot of explaining to do tonight..."

˗ˏˋ JAEHYUN ˎˊ˗

You inform Jaehyun that you are going to find a seat for the both of you. He pecks the side of your temple before letting you off. The small cafe is packed with people, but you're able to find an empty booth towards the back. You quickly claim it before anyone else. While waiting for your boyfriend to purchase a quick snack, you pull out your phone to scroll through Instagram inattentively. Your eyes shoot wide as you come across a short video of a sneak peek of Seventeen's comeback on Joshua's Instagram, the caption stating that isn't a self-written song that's dedicated to you. Joshua and you are friends on Instagram since the both of you can communicate in English together. However, you did not expect him to dedicate a whole song to you. Jaehyun meets you shortly after, a plate of two muffins in one hand and a cardboard tray of two mochaccinos in another. You help him grab the plate so the muffins won't fall. As he sits down, you hesitate to tell him what you had just come across, but do so anyway. Jaehyun's eyebrows knit for a moment, studying the post, before letting out a hearty laugh.

"Wow, I can't believe I won't be the first to dedicate a song to you."

˗ˏˋ WINWIN ˎˊ˗

With Sicheng napping on your lap, you try not to move a muscle to disturb his peace, even if your leg is asleep from the lack of movement. You woke up from your nap about 5 minutes ago and to pass the time, you play around on your phone. While playing a game of Superstar SM Town, a vlive notification pops up, causing you to miss a note on the song. Spoiling your perfect score of three stars, you exit the game to visit the app. It's a live video from Monsta X, a good friend of your groups'. You think 'why not' as you tune into the video, lowering the volume for Sicheng. They're hosting a LieV, all decked out in adorable pajamas and drowning in soft plushies. The video continues with a song recommendation, one of their new songs. Changkyun introduces the song, informing the audience that he composed it. Then, he shares that when writing the song, he used you as inspiration, so now he dedicates the love song to you. Overhearing this in his sleep, Sicheng bolts up from your lap, almost knocking the phone out of your hands.

"What? He dedicated a love song to you? Did I dream that or...?"

˗ˏˋ JUNGWOO ˎˊ˗

The car is silent, except for the soft jazz music playing in the background. Jungwoo and you are on your way back to the dorms after a long day of practice for both of your separate groups. Jungwoo is mindlessly scrolling on his phone, slouching in his seat, with you laying on his shoulder, eyes resting. All of your muscles are sore from the non-stop dancing and all you need is a warm shower. You slowly drift into sleep with the humming of the song on the radio and the steady drift of the car lulling you to rest. That is until Jungwoo shoots straight up in his seat, eyes furrowed at his phone. You groan, trying to rest your head back on his shoulder, but Jungwoo reaches an arm over to pat you awake. Swatting his hand away, you question what he's doing, but before you can finish, Jungwoo pushes his phone into your line of sight. Your eyes scan the website from Cube Entertainment, it's an article about Pentagon's new comeback album. Further in the article, the leader, Hui, explains that one of the songs is dedicated to you. You giggle in response, causing Jungwoo to break into a laughing fit as well.

"You're so lovable, everyone wants to love you. But you're my girlfriend don't forget that."

˗ˏˋ LUCAS ˎˊ˗

Lucas and you like to attend fansigns or meet and greets of other artists just for the fun of it. Today the group ASTRO are hosting a small meet and greet in Seoul, not too far from the dorms, so the both of you decide to go. All dressed up in inconspicuous clothing, a face mask, and a hoodie to hide the both of our identities, the two weaves through the crowd to situate near the side of the stage area. The group is preparing to perform their new title track, making sure their clothes are settled, shoes are tied, hydrated. The six moves into position and the song plays momentarily. It's a good song, about love at first sight. Though, Lucas argues it's not about love but about shopping, but his Korean isn't that great so you just ignore him. The performance meets an end as the crowd cheers. One of the shorter members grabs a hold of a mic, introducing the song. A few cheeky side glances are shared by the other members as the introducer blushes. He continues to say that the song is actually dedicated to someone. When he mentions that special someone is you, Lucas gives you a stunned look before making his way to the stage. You try your best to hold him back, stifling some laughs.

"I'm gonna give all of them a piece of my mind, dedicating a song to my girl."

˗ˏˋ MARK ˎˊ˗

Your finger scans the page of the textbook, browsing for more information on the topic of your essay. Having found a paragraph of information you can use, you quickly type more into your essay on your laptop. A ding sounds from your phone but you ignore it as the clacking of your keyboard continues. Another notification sound fills your dorm room and then another, it causes you to lose focus. You grab your phone, looking to see what is so urgent. It's a text from your boyfriend, Mark. The first message reads, "Have you seen this" and then a screen-recorded video is sent, followed by a spam of question marks. You click on the video, it plays automatically. It's from an Instagram live, GOT7's Jackson to be specific. It seems like he's in a recording studio, headphones hanging from his neck. The short video clip is of Jackson explaining his new mini album, introducing a specific song. He continues to say that it is dedicated to you from your group, and the recorded video stops there. Mark is still spamming question marks when you return to the chat.

"How can he dedicate a song to my girlfriend? Isn't that weird? You're also younger than him. I'm gonna fight him next time... Maybe not he's built like the Incredible Hulk."

#nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct u scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct reactions #nct 127 reactions #nct u reactions #nct dream reactions #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct taeyong #nct doyoung #nct jaehyun #nct winwin #nct jungwoo #nct lucas #nct mark #kpop icons #nct icons #kpop gifs #nct gifs #nct 2018 #gif #nct fluff #kpop fluff

[surrealredmoon]

Gaming AU - Sleepless Night

Soooo.... hey guys! Now that life is starting to chill a little I’ve found myself wanting to write again (yay \o/). Here’s a little something for the Gaming AU that was inspired by some very sleepless nights I’ve had recently. It’s set in the time before everyone met in person and before Weiss and Yang really began to hit things off. Anyway... ENJOY!

Weiss lay on top of her bed, staring at the patterns of moonlight filtering in through the open curtains onto the ceiling. Briefly, she glanced away to look at the clock on her bedside table, 2:45am. She’d been laying there for a good three hours now, her mind once again unable to switch off and let her get the rest she so desperately needed right now.

Sighing to herself, Weiss sat up. Well if her mind wasn’t going to let her rest, she may as well do something semi-productive… well semi-productive to her at least. She was sure her father would be shocked and appalled if he ever realised that his youngest daughter was exactly that type of person that made his business so successful.

Monitors blazed to life as she hit the power button on the PC, bathing the room in blue before the home screen loaded up. It didn’t take long before the all too familiar log in window popped up and the theme music began to play through her headphones. Quickly, Weiss entered her details and began loading in on Myrtenaster.

Once she’d loaded in though, she sat back and stared at the screen. She hadn’t actually considered what she wanted to do to try and pass the time. She opened up the Looking for Group list, scanning through each of the different game modes to see if there were and active groups, even though that wasn’t very likely given the time. She’d finally found a couple of groups looking for one of the high-end adventures and was about to join one when a whisper message popped up in the chat box.

(whisper from) Ember Celia: so… cant sleep again?

Weiss raised her eyebrow. What was Ember doing up at this time? And more importantly, how did she know that this wasn’t the first time she’d logged on when the insomnia made it clear she wasn’t going to get any sleep that night?

(whisper from) Ember Celia: ello?

(whisper from) Ember Celia: I knw u didnt fall asleep at ur desk cuz u jst logged on

Weiss rolled her eyes, even as a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and typed a quick reply.

(whisper from) Myrtenaster: You know, it’s getting harder and harder to believe that you’re not stalking me when you say things like that.

She could almost hear the chuckle and teasing tone in Ember’s response.

(whisper from) Ember Celia: well I dnt normally show as online this late

(whisper from) Ember Celia: stops the weirdos messaging me :P

Weiss’ small smile turned into a frown, concern growing in her that perhaps she might not be the only member of their guild who suffered from insomnia.

(whisper from) Myrtenaster: Are you often online this late? Or is this a one-off for you?

It took at little while for the response to come through, so Weiss began to reorganise her inventory while she waited.

(whisper from) Ember Celia: I guess probs more often thn I shld

(whisper from) Ember Celia: bt nt as often as u I bet

(whisper from) Ember Celia: btw Im runnin round doin sum gatherin n events if u wanna join

A party invite popped up on Weiss’ screen a moment later and she accepted. At least this would give her something to do, and it would be nice to just casually chat with someone. Even if that someone had a tendency to infuriate her most of the time. She opened up her map, found the marker indicating the location of her party member and began making her way over.

Ember Celia: so whts got u up so late?

She took a moment to decide whether or not she wanted to open up to her guild mate about what had been causing her so much trouble recently as she cleared out some Grimm that had crossed her path. Eventually, she decided to hold off revealing too much; after all, even though she’d been playing with her current guild mates for almost a year now she’d never dared to reveal anything about herself aside from the fact that she was from Atlas.

Myrtenaster: Oh just stressed about school work and such. All those normal young adult things.

Myrtenaster: What about you?

Myrtenaster: Actually, don’t tell me, I’ll guess. You probably have a report due tomorrow, but instead of focussing on an important assignment you thought it would be far more productive to play instead.

‘Dammit Weiss! This is why they call you the Ice Queen…’ Weiss sighed. ‘Ember hasn’t done anything except offer you some company and express some concern. But noooo… you couldn’t let your stupid walls down for one minute.’

She had just typed her response of “I’m so sorry Ember, that was out of line.” at the same time a response came through.

Ember Celia: Myrtenaster, when was the last time you actually slept? For like a whole night.

Before the irrational part of her brain could take Ember’s comment as an insult the rational side noticed the change in their writing style. The fact that Ember had put the effort in to use correct grammer, something they rarely did… much to Weiss’ distain, seemed to imply genuine care on the other gamer’s part. Weiss found herself in an internal struggle over how to reply; be honest and open up, or revert to her usual behaviour and strengthen her walls. The battle was still waring as the next messages popped up.

Ember Celia: I know it’s not really any of my business but I doubt this is all because of ‘normal young adult things’ and I get the feeling that if it’s as bad as I think it is you probably don’t have anyone to talk to about it.

Ember Celia: So I want you to know, I’m here if you need someone to talk to… because I look out for my friends.

Ember Celia: Even if they are an Ice Queen who can’t take a joke sometimes.

Weiss just stared in shock at the screen as Ember’s character ran off to fight a pack of Grimm that spawned nearby. She still wasn’t sure exactly what to make of the situation she was in; and yet she found herself typing.

Myrtenaster: Thank you Ember. That actually means a lot to me.

Myrtenaster: But I don’t think I’m quite ready to talk about it… yet.

She held her breath, anxiously waiting for a reply.

Ember Celia: No problem. How about we just play instead for now?

Ember Celia: I was thinking about doing some of the low-level dungeons to get some new clothing items.

Ember Celia: takes a lot fo wrk to keep this pretty ass lookin so fiiiiiiine!!!

Weiss snorted at the abrupt return of the crass and unabashed Ember she was used to. Yet she couldn’t deny the small smile once again tugging at her mouth.

Myrtenaster: Of course that’s where all your in-game effort goes. Ohm forbid you should show up to a raid wearing the same outfit as the previous one.

Ember Celia: AH! theres my ice queen!

Weiss’ smile grew.

She didn’t even realise how long they had been playing together until the first few rays of sunlight creeped across the room. Checking the time, Weiss noted she still had a little over an hour before her alarm would go off.

Myrtenaster: Well I should really try to get some sleep before school.

Ember Celia: That would be a good idea…

Ember Celia: And I should probably get started on that report I was avoiding!

Myrtenaster: EMBER!

Ember Celia: Whoa! I’m kidding!

Myrtenaster: You better be.

Ember Celia: Or what? You gunna freeze me Ice Queen?

Weiss narrowed her eyes at the screen, as if she could make the other feel her glare through it.

Ember Celia: I bet you have cold toes

Ember Celia: And I bet you’re the type to try and put those cold toes somewhere warm when you snuggle with someone…

Weiss glared harder, not responding.

Ember Celia: Alright, I might be a bit over tired…

Ember Celia: So I’ll leave that line of teasing for another night…

Ember Celia: I hope you get some rest.

Ember Celia: And don’t forget what I said before. Online or offline, I’m here if you need me.

Her expression relaxed enough for her to type out a reply.

Myrtenaster: Thank you Ember. Aside from that last comment… tonight was surprisingly… fun.

Ember Celia: Yeah, it was.

Myrtenaster: Have a good day Ember.

Ember Celia: Yeah you too. I’ll see you for raid tonight!

The smile was back on her lips as Weiss signed out and shut everything down, climbing into bed and preparing herself to try and fall asleep again.

As she began going through her mental exercises to try and shut off her brain she kept finding herself distracted by thoughts of what had happened and what Ember had said. She had the distinct impression that she would fine Ember online again at the same time tonight. That thought made her feel surprisingly content, even if she would have to deal with Ember’s teasing.

As she felt her eyes close, she curled up to fall asleep, noticing that her feet had come up as if to tuck between someone’s shins. Weiss’ last thought before sleep finally took her was just how annoyed she was going to be at Ember for being right about her cold toes… 

#freezerburn #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #rwby #gaming au #I wrote the draft for this whilst incredibly tired #and I'm out of practice #so sorry in advance if it's not great #xP

[lovvercore]

1-65 >:3C

uh oh… time to do this thing

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

sometimes, but usually its me feeling like im not real

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

4, maybe 4.5

3. The person you would never want to meet?

s*ca

4. What is your favorite word?

hmmmm moonstruck

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

aspen? ? ? ?

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

i havent looked in a mirror all day

7. What shirt are you wearing?

plain black

8. What do you label yourself as?

uh gay emo nerd

9. Bright room or dark room?

dark

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

sleeping maybe idk

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

hmmm probably rn, 14

12. Who told you they loved you last?

shrug….

13. Your worst enemy?

thinking emoji……… u know

14. What is your current desktop picture?

griffin cronching a banana

15. Do you like someone?

yea uwu

16. The last song you listened to?

for forever - dear evan hansen

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

[thinking emoji]

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

[thinking emoji]

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

i dont want a slave thanks!

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

uh uh uh eyes

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

i dont think so tbh,,, im kinda open with what im “talented” at

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

i dont know exactly what this question is asking but ill say uhhh talking to people and annoying them and them being tired of me

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

H i dont eat sandwiches often enough to answer this

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

clothes

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

england

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

UH I DOnt drink bc im tiny but i guess mikes hard lemonade it sounds appealing

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

hhhh no straights unless i say theyre ok

29. What is your favorite expletive?

does thrussy count

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

fuck uh my phone would already be in my pocket so probs my backpack bc it has all of my super important stuff

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

oofa doofa most likely some stuff from an old discord chat lol

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

england.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

heres the problem with this: i dont really…. know of many dead people. so i cant. answer this well.

34. What was your last dream about?

idk i have a shit memory something about my online friends being at my school and shenanigans started

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

u never specified so rip i guess 

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

nope

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

yes

38. What is the color of your socks?

i think i wore sushi socks, theyre grey with som sushi on them

39. What type of music do you like?

a lot

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

sunrises but im never awake for them :o

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

cookies n creammmm

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

none

43. Do you have any scars?

yes, quite a few

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

either an artist of some sort, a school counselor, orrrrr a teacher?? idk

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

skin type lol

46. Are you reliable?

id say so !

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

are u a single btich

48. Do you hold grudges?

for some people c:

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

horse and bird. i want a pegasus. please.

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

“ethan avery had such a glow up”

51. Are you a good liar?

thinking emoji

52. How long could you go without talking?

a long time……. id like to never talk again thanks

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

i had an a line in 1st grade idr what it looked like

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

yeah. ask me about the 8 pound cake

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

yes. sometimes when im reading something or talking to myself while doing hw i go into a british accent im turning british

56. What do you like on your toast?

butter and raspberry jam

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

me new oc bayani :o

58. What would be you dream car?

uhhhhh i dont,,,, know

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

yeah i sing a lot,,,,, like a lot,,,

60. Do you believe in aliens?

how self centered does someone have to be to think that theyre on the only planet that has living things in an infinite universe…..

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

no but i read zodiac posts a lot

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

u ;) aksudhfkasdjfkjsdh

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

dragons

64. What do you think about babies?

sometimes theyre cute but from my experience they are hell and i dont like them

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

u didnt specify sooooooooooooo lmk what this should b

#asks #himeki #hime tag

[svtn-imagines-blog]

performance unit when you’re on your period

requested by anon “hi, can I request a scenario as to how the performance unit would react when you're on your period? I saw the hip hop unit version and it's so cute !! thank you :)”

this is honestly SO LATE i’m sorry!

jun:

y’all would have planned a swimming/beach date in advance but u’re bleeding

so u texted him the day before and u know he’s gonna be disappointed so u kept apologising

but he’s like “why’re u so sorry abt it?? it’s not like u can control this kind of things”

and on the day where y’all were supposed to meet he surprised u w food

((if u’re into sweet stuff he’ll also get lots of them))

u peppering him w kisses on his cheek but he’s like “i think i deserve better”

he puckers his lips w his eyes closed trying to get u to kiss him

but u’re all playful and use the back of ur hand to replace ur lips

he’ll start whining but follow u closely like a lost puppy

“can’t u just kiss me once?” w those puppy eyes

clingy jun

he’ll try to tickle u but u’re like “STOP IT JUN DON’T FORGET I’M BLEEDING”

then he throws his hands in the air in defeat

but he still has those puppy eyes and sad face

ahh so cute omg

after lunch the both of u would just be hanging around the couch watching shows

and u’d return him the surprise by sneaking a kiss on his lips

he’s caught of guard like ??!!?

blushing jun

hoshi:

u bring food over while he’s having dance practice

and during lunch he’s stuffing food into his mouth like a hamster

(as usual but u weren’t complaining)

u don’t have much appetite and u feel bloated so u’re just watching him eat

“why aren’t u eating?”

and after finding out u’re having ur period hoshi’s like “why did u come?? u should be resting at home”

u’ll be reassuring him that u’re fine but he’ll feel bad bc he’s the reason why u’re out

“soonyoung, i really am fine, hurry eat”

he’ll gobble down his food rly fast just to spend more time w u

that includes holding u in his embrace

telling u about absolutely anything

u love listening and watching him talk (esp abt things he like) bc u can see passion in his eyes

and how he’d get rly hyped

u have nowhere to go after lunch and he asked if u could stay and watch him

in which u agreed bc why not

he’ll leave slightly early bc he doesn’t want u waiting for long

esp when u’re bleeding

he’ll spoil u w ur fav food and wtv u wanna do

the8:

u wouldn’t have told him in the first place

but he notices that u keep going to the toilet so he asks

when u tell him about it he prob wouldn’t react much but he’ll become quite clingy??

and he may baby u subtly

like he wouldn’t even know this change of behaviour until u point it out

“why’re u extra nice today?”

and he’s like “i’m nice every day??”

imagine having a puppy w him

when y’all are just hanging out and playing the puppy gets excited and tries to jump all around u

precious minghao will fluster and try to hold on to the puppy

“don’t disturb mommy, she’s sick”

“i’m not sick, minghao”

“it’s ok the puppy won’t understand that”

and u’re judging him so hard

movie time

u’ll be more touchy than usual

like leaning ur head on his shoulder, playing w with his hands, or clinging onto his arm like a koala

he secretly likes it and thinks u’re the cutest whenever u do that

chan:

i keep picturing him as an innocent child just bc he’s the maknae but that boy is alr 19

extra caring

wouldn’t say no to what u want

“u don’t have to say yes to everything u know, it’s not like my heart is bleeding”

and he just smiles and goes along w everything u say just bc

ice cream dates like the usual

until he realises u shouldn’t be eating cold stuff

“its ok i’m alright”

“are u sure”

and he watches w concern while u eat

u have to question why he keeps doing that and he says in case u get a tummy ache

“tummy ache LOL u mean cramps”

and when ur cramps start working up he’s all guilty

“omg i shouldn’t have brought u to eat it’s my fault that u’re hurting”

honestly u want to just hug the shit outta him bc he’s so cute and innocent???

“its not ur fault chan, it happens, STOP BLAMING URSELF”

and maybe u have to kiss him to shut him up

#i hope this is ok?? #sry for the slow updates #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #lee chan #chan #dino #the8 #xu minghao #minghao #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #jun #wen junhui #soonyoung

[askthenewhopespeak]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0i1rDdMDH4

She sticks her head into the room to find the source of the tune bringing a smile to her face.

The moment the song is done, she immediately bursts into applause!

Kazane turns around in surprise. She was not expecting anyone to be listening. Noticing Momo, she smiled and took a bow. “Thank you very much. I uh…wasn’t expecting anyone to be listening…” She tilted her head slightly. “Umm…I do not think we have met. I am Kisaragi Kazane, a teacher here. You are?”

“O-oh! I’m… I’m…. I’m… No one? I mean, I just wandered in, looking for food, but I got lost…”

‘No one…? What does that mean?’ She wondered. But there was a bigger problem that needed to be pursued. “Are you hungry? We could go to the kitchen for some food if you’d like.”

“That… that would be great! Thank you so much, Auntie Kisaragi!" The girl slaps a hand over her mouth. "Er, sorry. I forgot that it’s rude to call someone you just met that.”

'A-auntie?! I…don’t look THAT old, do I?!’ Kazane thought to herself, mildly horrified. “Oh umm…that’s quite alright.” Kazane started, looking slightly troubled, “But uh… could you please not call me 'auntie’? I uh…don’t look THAT old, do I?”

“U-uh, no! Not at all! I’m just… kinda weird. I’ve been told that I act way too familiarly with people…”

'This isn’t Auntie Peko, try not to slip up, you don’t want her to get mad-’

She’s obviously tense about interacting with Kazane.

“Well…that’s not a bad trait, that’s just who you are, right?” Kazane smiled. “Hmm…well perhaps calling me 'sensei’ would be more appropriate? What do you think? Or perhaps ’-neesan’ if you’d prefer?”

She regards Kazane carefully, before nodding. “Alright, Kazane-nee-san.”

'This Hope’s Peak has a different layout… it’s better to ask directions than to get lost.’

Kazane beamed and internally breathed a sigh of relief. She offered a hand to the child. “Shall we get going, then? It’s not good for you to go hungry.”

She nodded along, not mentioning how often she went without food.

Following after Kazane like a lost puppy, she began to hum a little song.

“That’s a sweet song. What’s it called?” Kazane asked as they headed to the kitchens.

“I… don’t know! I was kind of thinking of your song. But I forgot how it went, so I made it up. Um… you’re really, really good at music. A-and I think it’s really cool?”

'Please don’t try to hurt me for saying this, please don’t be a despair…’

“I like your song.”

Kazane blushed at the genuine words spoken by the child. She is not used to receiving genuine compliments and does not know how to deal with them properly. “I uh…don’t know what to say…” Kazane started, flustered. “Th-thank you very much…” Kazane quickly recovered and added, “Though, if you don’t mind me saying, you have a good musical sense yourself. Perhaps you would consider studying it in the future?” She added internally, 'Really though. This kid has a good sense of how to improvise and expand on pieces. She also has a good idea of the overall feel of the piece and is able to create something fitting, even though she does not remember the original tune. It’s impressive.’

“U-uh, I can’t really… go to school.”

Her face scrunches up in a grimace.

“It’s complicated.”

Kazane looked troubled. 'Did this child lose her parents during the Tragedy?’ She wondered. “Hmm…that is…rather unfortunate… Would you like to though?”

“I… yeah, I would, but…”

Her eyes are suddenly anywhere but on Kazane.

“…I can’t stay.”

Kazane’s eyes narrowed very briefly before returning to a concerned expression. “Are you absolutely sure about that?”

“Yeah. I’m good at finding food and places to sleep.”

'Homeless.’ Kazane concluded. 'That’s not good, especially for one so young.’ “May I ask how you are so certain?”

“I c-can’t just stay here for free, but i-it’s not like I have any way to repay you either! Asking for food is all I can do for now!”

'I can’t tell her about my time limit… I’ve only got a few weeks in this dimension…’

'What has this world come to, for a child so young to be harbouring secrets…’ “Well, we don’t know that yet, do we?” Kazane smiled. “But first, let’s get you some food.” She looked up at the approaching entrance to the kitchen. “What do you feel like eating?”

“As long as it’s not rotten, I’m okay with it.”

“Your answers really worry me, you know that?” Kazane sighed. “Regardless, why don’t you take a seat. I’ll prepare something for the both of us.”

“Oh, r-really? You don’t really have to…”

'Maybe it would be better if I went in and got whatever I can grab? I don’t like the idea of letting someone prepare food for me…’

“True, I don’t have to.” Kazane smiled. “But I want to.” She paused before adding, “Besides, I haven’t eaten much at all today either. I tend to forget about food when I’m practicing. It’s no trouble at all.”

“…o-okay.”

She stands in one corner of the room, too anxious to actually sit down.

'It won’t be poison. I mean, I think it won’t be. She doesn’t seem like a despair, but she could still not trust me and-’

Moments later, Kazane returned with 2 bowls of hot food. She sighed at seeing the child standing at a corner. 'Does she not trust me or something?’ She sighed internally. The child has clearly seen far too much. She placed the bowls on a table and sat down. She gestured for her to join her. She smiled warmly “Standing while eating is not the most comfortable thing in the world you know.”

She slowly walks over, sitting stiffly in the chair. Her eyes scan the bowls for any suspicious objects before she touches her eating utensils.

“Would you like me to take a bite out of your food first to make sure it doesn’t contain anything dangerous?” Kazane offered, sensing her hesitation.

“You… seriously?”

“If you want me to.”

“O-okay.”

Picking up her pair of chopsticks, she took a bite out of the other bowl, carefully tasting it. “Hmm…needs more soy sauce.” Kazane stood up. “Will be back.” She returned with a bottle of soy sauce moments later. She mixed some soy sauce into both bowls before tasting the food again. She smiled. “Aha! Much better!”

By the time Kazane came back, she has already eaten half the bowl.

“Was I… supposed to wait?”

Kazane smiled, glad that the child has eaten. “You didn’t have to. But try it now and tell me what you think.”

She takes a cautious bite out of the meal.

And then another. And another. And then she’s just gobbling down the entire thing.

Kazane smiled as she ate. When she finished, she asked the child, “Would you care for some more?”

“Is that really okay…?”

'Maybe I can steal some food while she’s not looking.’

“Of course, I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t ok. I’ll be right back.” Kazane left to prepare more food.

Her eyes closed in concentration, her fingers twitching on the table.

'Just connect the dots… disappear and reappear where I want you to…’

She felt the universe shift under her command, a small pathway forming. A can of sardines fell onto the table with a clang.

“…sh*it.”

Kazane rushed back to the dining area, worried. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I am! I just, er…”

She chuckled awkwardly, knocking the can off the table. “How was your cooking going?! It was delicious!”

Kazane sighed in relief. “As long as you’re alright. Food’s almost done.” Kazane returned to the kitchen.

“Yay!”

She went over to pick up the sardines, stuffing it into her shirt. She would have to get a new bag, but for now…

Food was the important thing.

Kazane returned momentarily with more food. This time, she made sure the food was extra nutritious and hoped that it did not taste too bad.

“Thank you for the meal!”

She smiled as she started to eat, devouring the food like she had been starved for weeks.

Er. Just five days.

Kazane simply sat next to her and watched as she enjoyed her food, this time remembering to eat her own.

“This is-” Om. “-really-” Nom. “-good!”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Super delicious!” She places her empty bowl back on the table with a huge grin.

And then she frowns, suddenly withdrawing into her shell. “I-I mean. Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“You’re very welcome. I’m just glad that you’re no longer hungry.” Kazane smiled. “Or are you still hungry? I certainly wouldn’t mind making more food for you.”

“I’m okay. But, um… do you have a bag? Like, a light one. One I can carry around a lot. I lost my old food bag.”

'I miss my old bag… but at least I didn’t get stabbed…’

Kazane pretended to consider the request. “How about this. If you would agree to come see the headmaster with me, I’ll get you a bag.”

“U-uh, nevermind. It’s okay.” 'I can steal one. There should still be some in the locker room.’

“The headmaster’s not scary. In fact, he’s very nice. I’m sure I can get him to agree to let you stay, at least for a while…”

“Really?”

She’s beginning to sound tempted…

“And if you really don’t like it here, you can leave whenever you want.” Kazane offered.

“O-okay. I guess I can come with you.”

“But in order to make a strong case, I’m going to need some information from you. It might be hard to tell me and it’s ok if you don’t trust me, but at least make up something relatively believable, ok?”

“Um. I… can say some things. I don’t have a place to stay. I steal a lot of food. I don’t know how to cook.”

Kazane listened with her eyes closed. “I gathered as much. What of your family?”

“…missing. I can’t find my way home. That’s why I can’t stay.”

“We can help you look for them if you’d like.”

“Really?”

“Do you know their names?”

'No, don’t get your hopes up. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.’

“Mikan and Fuyuhiko.”

Kazane’s blood ran cold. “You don’t mean…Kuzuryuu Fuyuhiko and Tsumiki Mikan, do you?”

“Um. Yes.”

Kazane blanched. “You know what, let’s head to my office. We’ll be less likely to be overheard there.”

“Okay? I don’t think I can follow you anymore.”

“I won’t harm you, that I promise. Though there may be certain things that you may not wish to hear…”

She deflated.

“My parents are dead, or despairs. That’s what you want to say, right?”

“Not at all. It’s just that this world is probably not the one you’re from.” “The offer to try and let you stay here at least for a while still stands though.”

“Huh? You know that I can go between worlds?”

Kazane shrugged. “If time-travelling is real, then travelling between worlds is not unreasonable. And it doesn’t seem like you’re a time-traveler.”

“So you had time travelers here, Au- Kazane-neesan?”

“That’s right.”

“Sora, Kaede, Shuuichi, Akio, and Mitsuru.”

“That’s right. I’m guessing that they existed in your world too?”

“No. It’s just that I’ve been to a couple worlds.”

“And I’m guessing you’ve gone through far too much pain for one lifetime.”

“It’s not that painful…”

She says as her thumb grazes over a scar on her knee.

“Your strength is admirable.” “Well, I think I can come up with a pretty good case to let you stay. But I’ll need your name though, if that’s ok?”

“… My name is… Shibakuzo.”

“Shibakuzo….Kuzuryuu?” Kazane inquired. “Or would you like to make up one?”

“I kind of did.”

She smiles sheepishly.

“My mom named me after a fruit. But I think Shibakuzo sounds cooler. …don’t tell mom.”

Kazane smiled. “I won’t. But if you want to hide your identity, changing your last name might be a wise idea too.” Her expression became serious. “But I need you to promise me that you won’t hurt anyone here. Is that acceptable?”

“H-hurt anyone?! Why would I-? Okay. I’m Shibakuzo… Shibakuzo… Shikabane?”

Kazane smiled. “That is all I need. I guess the detour to my office isn’t necessary anymore, is it? Shall we head to the headmaster’s office?”

“Okay.”

They reach the headmaster’s office. “Wait here while I sort this out, ok?”

“Okay. And, um? T-thank you.”

Kazane smiled. “You’re very welcome, Shibakuzo-chan.”

#kazane kisaragi #momo kuzuryuu #shibakuzo shikabane #danganronpa #submission #rainbow-unicorn-banzai-party #iceaquasoul

[utapri-imagines-scenarios]

can I get Reiji, Ranmaru, Eiji, Kira, Eiichi, Tokiya, and Natsuki (maybe turns into Satsuki) for this scenario: close friend is very tomboyish. The idol walks in to close friend being insulted for being so boy like by probably one of the fans. The close friend isn't saying anything (probs cause she heard this stuff often and used to it). Guy thinks she is feeling sad and stands up for her. In the process they accidentally confess that they like her. Thanks~

I hope this is acceptable Reader-Chan! I always seem to make scenarios very long, huh? Anyways, some of these might be out of character because I don’t know very much about HEAVENS members. Sorry! 

Tomboy bullied Reader

Reiji Kotobuki

Upon going backstage to see his closest friend, Reiji suddenly came to an abrupt halt when he heard the sneers and insults from the fans who have backstage access. He began to investigate further until he saw that those comments were being directed to his friend. This made him lose his cool quickly, as he soon saw himself approach the fan girls. Of course the girls began to squeal with delight upon seeing their idol, but those smiles faded when they saw his displeased facial expression. He stood between his friend and those fan girls, “Those were not very nice words you said to my friend here. I will have you know, she is the most beautiful girl I have ever met! Regardless of her style, she is amazing and that is why I fell in love with her-”but he soon stopped after he realized what he said. He turned around to face his friend with a blush on his face, “I-I mean..” he stuttered but what cut off with a kiss, much to the fan girls dismay.

Ranmaru Kurosaki

Ranmaru left to grab snacks for him and his close friend before the movie started while she went to go pick out seats. However, when he came back with the snacks in hand he was greeted with an unpleasant sight. A group of young girls, most likely highschool level, was throwing insults at his close friend about her boy-like style . He immediately dropped the bought snacks, “Oi! What do you brats think you’re doing?” He said rather loudly, gathering the attention of other onlookers. “Are you looking for trouble? Because let me tell you something. This girl here is beyond beautiful. I fell in love with her becau-” but he stopped there before he said too much. The girls left, in fear of him lashing out more. “Is that how you really feel?” his friend asked shly.  He tsk’d,”Of course. I meant every word I said” he said slightly grumbling.

Eiji Otori

Eiji decided to take his closest friend and secret crush to the local park to hang out like they usually do. When they arrived, he decided to go buy icecream for the boy of them, but when he returned his smile turned into a frown upon seeing that was going on in front of him. Two young girls were insulting his friend. Eiji may not look it but he does not take too kindly to bullies, especially those bullying the ones he cares about. He marched up to the girls, “Excuse me, but I do not appreciate you saying those things to my dear friend. I happen to love her for who she is because she is an amazing person, unlike you two-” He said confidently, but began to blush upon realizing what he said. The two girls recognized him as a HEAVENS member and became embarrassed so they left quickly. “U-uh.. did you hear all of that?” He said quickly with a blush on his face.

Kira Sumeragi

Although Kira was not much to talk, he only did when he felt was necessary. And right now, he had a mouthful to say. His friend was waiting for him backstage at a HEAVENS concert when he overheard fangirls commenting over her style. He immediately walked up to his friend casually and pulled her into a sweet kiss in front of the fangirls, much to their dismay. He turned to them, “ I love ____. That is all that matters.” He said bluntly. His friend, who happened to return his feelings, pulled him back with a gentle kiss. There was no need for words, because they both knew. (I’m sorry but I do not see Kira lashing out on anyone.)

Natsuki Shinomiya

Natsuki watched as the scene unfolded in front of him. A couple of fangirls were asking for his autograph, but when they saw his close friend they began to tease her about her tomboyish style. He might not look it, but he does not take kindly to bullying since he has dealt with it enough. However, as one girl bumped into him his glasses fell, Satsuki immediately coming out. “What do you think you are doing to my girl?” He said lowly. The girls turning around to see their idol glaring at them with a murderous look in his eyes. He took steps toward them, “Now I know you are not bullying the woman I love, right?” He asked as a rhetorical question. The girls immediately ran off, scared of what was to happen if they stuck around. His friend picked up his glasses and put them on him, Natsuki finally returning a little confused as what happened. The only answer he got was a kiss on the cheek from his secret crush.

Tokiya Ichinose

Tokiya grindded his teeth as he was listening to the words being said to his close childhood friend as well as secret crush. Some waitresses were making comments about her tomboy style and claiming she is not ‘ladylike’ to go out like that. Normally he would ignore comments like that if they were pointed towards him, but it was her they were talking about so it was hard to ignore. He let out a deep sigh and looked at the waitress in the eyes, “It is none of your business about what she wears, and it is rude to make those comments anyways on our date. I happen to love her for who she is because she is not fake, unlike you. I believe we will be leaving now.” He said matter of factly, grabbing his friend by the hand and leaving the restaurant with a dumbfound waitress and a blushing girl hot on his heels.

Eichi Otori

Eichi does not tolerate anyone bullying his friends, especially his closest friend who just so happens to be his crush. When HEAVENS members were modeling for their new album cover, he asked his friend to tag along because she always liked to spend time with all the band members. However, he overheard some of the models snickering and pointing out her tomboy style. This immediately made him angry. He stomped up to the models while wrapping an arm around his friend, “I will have you know, this girl here is more beautiful than you fake models will ever be. I happen to love her for who she is, regardless of her tomboy style!” he exclaimed, catching the attention of everyone. The models were taken back by his lashing out and decided to leave as quickly as possible. He tsk’d and looked over to his friend who was smirking at him, “So that’s how you feel, eh?” He immediately blushed and his glasses began to fog up. (POOR EICHI HE IS SO PRECIOUS OMG)

#utapri #utapri imagines #uta no prince sama imagines #uta no prince 2000% #uta no prince legend star #uta no prince revolutions #uta no prince sama #TokiyaIchinose #ReijiKotobuki #RanmaruKurosaki #EijiOtori #NatsukiShinomiya #KiraSumeragi #maji love legend star #maji love 1000% #maji love revolutions #EichiOtori #SFW

[nachtgraves]

a++ kuzuhina: maybe the same ship with #4.“I’m flirting with you.”?

Oh my god I am so sorry this took forever and a half BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT. I experimented with writing a thing told mostly through texting so hopefully it still flows pretty well? It was an experience, I tell you. Also. I apologize for the awful title for this but it was literally the best I could think of.  And I probably should have used time stamps but I’m a dumb and hope extra spacing gives the same effect?

Title: Mis-Texting Could Possibly End in Kissing  // AO3Word Count: ~4200Warnings/Tags: PG. Told through texting with interspersed prose, high school au, hope’s peak still exists, but no despairs, some typos are intentional and let’s pretend the others are too, real minor angst. Hajime is non-italics, Fuyuhiko and the two instances of Chiaki are in italics.

[ughhhhhh][im so bored][she wont stop taking][talking*]

[That’s kind of the point of a presentation]

[nooneasked for ur sass]

Hajimedoesn’t know how it happened, but he and the infamous ‘baby-faced yakuza ofHope’s Peak High’ are texting buddies.

Well.

Maybethat’s not entirely true. He does know how it started, at least.

[heypres][its kuzuryuu][souda gave me ur number][wat do we need for teh fair agian?]

[Sorry, youmight have the wrong number]

[oh][ur not nanmi?][fuck][souda is dead][sorry]

[Noworries. Mistakes happen][But, by Souda do you mean Souda Kazuichi?And did you mean to text Nanami Chiaki?]

[yeah][who r u??]

[Chiaki’s a close friend. Ournumbers happen to be really similar. Hers ends in a 1 instead of a 2]

[ohthanks][srry for the mix up]

[Don’tworry about it. Happens fairly often :p]

Hajimedoesn’t hear back from the stranger for a few days and quickly forgets themix-up even happened. He hadn’t been lying when he said that such thingshappened fairly often, especially since Chiaki was voted as class rep. (She hadbeen so surprised and happy, Hajime thought a new VR game system was announced).Chiaki and him and found it quite amusing and it wasn’t much trouble to fix themistake usually. But one afternoon, he’s cleaning up his room and finds apacket of papers that look important by the large scrawling over the front pagein Chiaki’s loopy handwriting, reading: ‘SCHOOL FEST BUDGET’. He also knowsthat Chiaki wasn’t going to be home for hours, since her school festival wasthis coming weekend and she’s been staying back to organize, plan, and dowhatever it is class representatives do for events like that.

[Hey you left a packet of papers atmine. School fest budget?]

[Chiaki?]

[Goddmannit did u foget to chargeyour phone again?]

Knowingthat if the packet were important, Chiaki would be freaking out (she always putso much pressure on herself, especially since she became class rep), Hajimestares at the packet in his lap. He could run to Chiaki’s high school, butdoubts he would be let in since it was almost sundown and Hope’s Peak High wasone of the more prestigious secondary schools in their district. Hajime himselfgoes to a regular public school a short walk from their neighbourhood.

Staringat his phone, as if it was going to give him an answer, he finds one as hescrolls through his messages. He still has the short conversation from thestranger from Chiaki’s class. It’s worth a shot, at the very least.

[Hey this is Chiaki’s friend HinataHajime. I still had your number from when you mis-texted me and I was wonderingif Chiaki was nearby? She’s not answering her phone]

[yeah][why?]

[I think she forgot something at myhouse. School fest budget?]

[yeah][she thought she lost it][shes asking if u can drop it off at her place][her phone is dead]

[Yeah I cando that][Thanks]

Laterthat night, Hajime is attempting to complete a history essay due the nextmorning when he receives a text. His phone is plugged in by his bed, on theopposite end of where his desk is. He literally jumps at the distraction,hopping into bed and lying back against the pillows propped up against the headboard.

[Thanksfor dropping off the packet.]

[No prob][You need to remember to charge your phone]

[I know. (*_ _) ][How did you have Kuzuryuu’snumber, by the way?]

[The miss-text a few days ago.Figured it was worth a try]

[Thank you. You really saved me.]

Threehours later, it’s inching closer to midnight and Hajime hasn’t returned to hisassignment. Chiaki is not impressed.

[Doyour work.]

[I’m takinga break]

[(￢_￢) You’ve been ‘takinga break’ for three hours. Stop procrastinating and finish your homework.]

[You’re notdoing your homework]

[I finished my homework. I’m makingsure all the plans for the school fair next month are in order.

You’recoming to it, right?]

[Yeah][If I’m not stuck wiht tuorting…][Tutoring*][Can’t you help???]

[You know I’m not that much betterthan you. Sonia helps me.]

[Give me hernumber?][I’m desperate a tthis point]

[That’sa breach of privacy.]

[Chiakiiiiiiiiiii][Please?][I’ll do your Japanese hw next time?]

[No.]

[JapaneseAND math?]

[Tempting.But good night, Hajime.]

[Chiaki][Chiaki][Chiaki come back][Chiakiiiiii][What kind of friend are u?]

It’stimes like this Hajime sometimes wishes he was closer to some of hisclassmates. He’s not a loner, but he’s definitely a drifter of sorts. He has peopleto talk to and sit with at lunch, but rarely does he spend time with hisclassmates outside of school or for non-school related activities. Because ofthat, he’s not close enough to anyone to randomly message them at close tomidnight for homework help.

Justas he’s trying to figure out a solution – since it’s far too late to actually do his work like the goodstudent he only sometimes is, his phone goes off. And this, is the true startof everything.

[cmon i’ll pay u][and by pay i mean not break ur fucking teeth with my fist]

[Wrongperson?][Hopefully, at least]

[fuck][sorry][yeah][i meant to text the person above u in my message list thing]

[Everythingokay?]

[yeahjust some shitty hw]

[You too?][I have this awful history essay due tomorrow]

[historyis whatever][math is killing me]

[Math isn’ttoo bad][At least there’s always just one answer]

[historyand english u just bs tho]

[But it’sso subjective][Everything depends on something else]

[wannatrade then?]

Andthat is how Hajime found himself a homework buddy. Kuzuryuu is good at Englishand history, while Hajime’s strengths lie in math and science, and the both ofthem were pretty good at Japanese. One night of texting back and forth, helping(dipping into the realm of ‘academic dishonesty’ on occasion) with theirrespective assignments. They say goodnight close to dawn, but Kuzuryuu had stayedup long after his homework was complete and waited and helped Hajime until hewas done as well.

Fromthen on, Hajime would find himself texting back and forth with this boy he’snever met. At first, they exclusively went to the other for homework help, buteventually Hajime would send Kuzuryuu a short text about something funny that hadhappened (a cat attacking some dumb kids that were trying to taunt it) andKuzuryuu would send him a rant about something that annoyed him (old womenthinking that he’s younger than he is or a police officer asking if he’s losthis parents) and it snowballs into them casually texting throughout the day,particularly during boring presentations that no one, including the personpresenting, cared about.

[Payattention and stop distracting me]

[potnd kettle][stop looking at ur phone during class]

[Shush][I’m bored too]

[fuckinquit the holier than thou then][i can ignore u][nd u can be bored alone]

[Youwouldn’t do that][Who’d you distract if not me?]

[plentyof pple][ur lucky i deign to talk to u]

[Yeah][I’m sooo grateful]

[ushould be]

[Stilldoubt that you could ignore me]

[fuckintry me]

[Is that achallenge?]

Kuzuryuulasts all of until the end of the school day. Hajime can be quite theannoyance.

[jfc ur gonna break my phone]

[I win :D]

[uwin a fist to the face when i see u]

[Are wegoing to meet up then?][So eager to see me :P]

[Kuzuryuu?]

[I’m sorryif I made it weird]

[nahi had to hide my phone fr a bit][ur the one who sounds too happy bout gettinghis face smashed]

[You’re tooviolent][How do you have firneds if you treaten to hurt htem all the time?]

[nicetypos]

[Hush. Atleast I use proper grammar most of the time]

[yshould i waste my time with shit like that?]

[Forlegibility][I got to go][Got phys ed :/][Save me]

[ihope u have to run laps the entire time]

[You areevil]

Hope’sPeak’s festival comes and goes one weekend. As usual, it is a busy event due tothe school’s prestigious standing. Hajime, as promised, visits Chiaki’s class,doing an interactive murder mystery café of sorts where customers are givenclues with their orders to figure out the murder of a prop set up in the centerof the classroom. He finally meets some of Chiaki’s classmates whom she’stalked about and apparently she’s talked to them about him in return. However,and though he won’t admit it to anyone other than Chiaki if hard pressed, hekeeps his ears open for the name Kuzuryuu and is disappointed to realize thathis texting buddy was nowhere to be seen.

(“Kuzuryuu?We sent him to go advertise with Koizumi and Saionji,” says Sonia. “Do you twoknow each other?”

“Uh,he mis-texted me once,” Hajime replies. He redirects further questions awayfrom him and towards what they used to make the neon pink blood for the fakecrime scene.)

Hajimemay have lingered around for a bit until he couldn’t justify staying and beinga distraction any longer. By the time he leaves to go back home, he’s exchangednumbers with a few of them with vague promises to meet up some time and hangout. Even as he leaves the school, weaving past the steady stream of peoplestill entering the premise, his eyes roam for individuals advertising forChiaki’s class. He returns home to his books and TV without having met aKuzuryuu.

[You guysdid a good job at your school fest]

[uwent?]

[I promisedChiaki]

[u2 datin or somthn?]

[God no][We’ve known each other forever]

[doesntmean u havnt dated]

[Ew][She’s practically my sister]

[heardu got numbers frm some girls in my class]

[Oh yeah][Are Sonia and Mioda always like that?]

[annoying?][obnoxious?][preppy?]

[Haha][Your class seems really cool]

[seems][u dont see them 5 days a week]

[I bet your classmates have thingsto say about you too]

[maybe][but they wouldnt live for long if they say anything]

[Hahahawhat are you, the yakuza?]

[Kuzuryuu?]

[uhavent looked me up?]

[Why wouldI?][And you’ve never told me your first name]

[uwouldnt need my first name][but its fuyuhiko]

[You’re not pulling oneover on me are you?]

[i go to hopespeak idiot][sonia’s a motherfucking princess][nd y woud i joke about that?]

[You’re not going to send people after me for makingfun of you, are you?]

[ur entertainingfor now]

[Oh ha ha][Glad I amuse you]

[Wait][Oh my god][Is this you?][[image]]

[u got somethingto say?]

[No][Just][Not what I was expecting]

[think carefullybout ur words hinata]

[I thought I wasentertaining?]

[toys can getbroken]

[Now that’s uncalled for][I didn’t even say anything about how adorable you look]

[HINATA]

[It’s true though!][You can’t call a hit on me for being truthful]

[just shut up][y did i tell you to look me up][yd u look for pictures?]

[Curiosity][We’ve been talking for a while now and we don’t even know what the other lookslike]

[Kuzuryuu?][Did you know what I looked like?]

[bein cautious isimportant]

[Omg you looked me up][What horrible pictures did you find???]

[[image]]

[That’s from Chiaki’s fb!]

[not that hard]

[I TRIED TO FIND YOU ONFB THOUGH]

[securitysettings]

[Oh][Point]

It’snot too long after that Hajime receives a friend request from one KuzuryuuFuyuhiko. He hits accept almost embarrassingly fast and proceeds to exploreKuzuryuu’s newly unveiled profile with the eagerness of a stalker given an inchand taking a mile. There’s not much to explore, the other boy doesn’t seem touse the website very much, which honestly does not surprise Hajime though hecan’t help but feel a little disappointed.

[The last time you were active onfb was almost a year ago][And it was a profile pic update][That you didn’t even upload??]

[soudand sonia hacked my account][sonia was offended my profile pic was like 2 yrs old][koizumi has a fuckton of pics of ppl][nd i was 2 lazy 2 change it]

[It’s agood picture of you]

 [thanks]

Uponadding Kuzuryuu, Hajime’s flooded by friend requests from Chiaki’s otherclassmates and ends up talking semi-regularly with them. Kuzuryuu and him stilltext each other practically daily, to the point Chiaki comments on it whenHajime is over at hers to help her complete co-op achievements for a game she’syet to 100 per cent.

(“Youand Kuzuryuu seem to really get along.” Chiaki glances pointedly at Hajime’sphone as it buzzes several times, Kuzuryuu’s name flashing on the screen.

Hajimeshrugs noncommittedly, and is oddly relieved that the game finishes loading andthey’re thrust into a horde of mutant creatures.)

Evenhis classmates notice he’s on his phone a lot more often during and betweenclasses.

(“Gota girlfriend, Hinata?”

Frowning,Hajime shakes his head, “No, why?”

“You’realways on your phone texting and smiling down at it.”

Hajime’ssure his face has never been more red and when, moments later, he gets a textfrom Kuzuryuu complaining about the apparent Souda-Sonia-Tanaka love trianglethat should just turn into a threesome, he realizes his face does indeed moveon its own.)

[Oh my godhelp]

[what’dyou do?]

[Gave into peer pressure and wentto a goukon with some classmates -_-][I’m hiding in the bathroom][But I’ll have ot go back out there][:c]

[urnot drinking r u?][ur not 20]

[A yakuzaheir is against underage drinking?]

[udidnt answer]

[No one’sdrinking][We’re at a karaoke place][But htank you for caring c:]

[shutup][u dont usually go out w/ ur classmates]

[Yeah][Some of them have been teasing me about a girlfriend so I mostly just went sothey’d shut up]

[girlfriend?][u said u nd nanami werent dating]

[We’re not][They think you’re my secret girlfriend]

[?]

[Apparently I smiled while textingor something][And I’ve been on my phone more often][And you’re the only person I really text during class so]

[oh]

[Yeah, funny right?][Wonder what they’d think if they knew I was texting buddies with the heir tothe Kuzuryuu clan lmao][Though some ofthem already give me shit for being close to Chiaki just cuz shegoes to Hope’s Peak][They think you guys are snobby elitests just cuz you go to a prestigiousschool and we’re just public school kids][But you guys arent tat different][Just different talents and families][Woops sorry][Didn’t mean to get all ranty][Ugh I gotta go][Can’t hide here forever]

Afterthe goukon, which wasn’t horrible but neither was it all that enjoyable, Hajime’splunged into preparations for his school’s culture festival and upcoming exams. He’s barely had timeto text Kuzuryuu other than short greetings and the occasional tidbit from hisday that the other boy would find amusing. He misses their daily conversationsand when he finally has some down time, the day before the culture festival,he’s holed up in his room and on his phone while he catches up on TV shows onhis laptop.

[Hey longtime no chat][I’ve finally got free time again!]

[yea][school stuff?]

[Yeah][Every teacher decided to have everything due weeks early so we weren’toverwhelend when finals come around][Kill me -_-]

[shouldnt u be spending ur free timew/ ur gf stead of talking to me?]

[What?]

[ugot a gf or whatvr after that goukon][didnt u?]

[No?][Where’d you hear that?]

[therewas a pic on fb][u were tagged][it showed up on my feed]

[I haventbeen on fb recently][Lemme check]

[Oooooh][Yeah no][I wasn’t even aware this was taken][And the comments are baseless][I barely spoke to her][There was no ‘chemistry brewing’]

[shescute tho]

[Yeah Iguess?][Objectively][But not really interested][She doesn’t go to my school][And we met for like five seconds]

[datingimplies getting to kno eachother]

[Yeah but][Idk][Just nothing clicked?][And I wasn’t even looking for anything going to the thing either so][What about you?]

[watabout me?]

[You thinkshe’s cute][She your type?]

[no]

 [Am I notgetting more than that?]

[i’mmore into a dif set of anatomy]

[?????]

[shesnot a he]

[Oh][OH][You’re]

[homo]

[Oh]

[ifthats a problem u should delete my number]

[NO][Not a prob at all][Sorry][Just surpside][Supreied][SURPRISED][Fuck][I’m sorry]

[usaid that alredy]

[Well I am][Could have responded better]

[couldaresponded worse][so][not a prob?]

[Coursenot][That’d be stupid for one][And hypocrtical for antoher]

[hypocritical?]

[I’m bi][Or pan][Idk][Still nto sure about the difference tbh][Nd I have a friend who’s ace]

[nanami?]

[I cannot divulge something that isnot mine to tell]

[she let it slip when we werecleaning up after culture fest][sonia and mioda bugged her bout if u two were dating][hanamura wanted to know bout ur sex life]

[Hanamurascares me][And yes to Chiaki being my ace friend]

[hanamurascares everyone][u basically gave it away with ur notanswr answer]

[Shedoesn’t care][But I still didn’t actually confirm or deny][Because that would be rude][(◡‿◡✿)]

[fuckoff][dont u dare start using those kaomoji things like nanami]

[(。・ω・。)][( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)][*｡:ﾟ+\(^‿^✿)]

[imgonna block u]

[(◕‸◕✿) *pout*]

Theydon’t re-visit the topic of sexuality again and settle back into their frequentback and forth texting. Hajime’s still teased at school but once he finallycaves and lets his classmates know that he is not texting a girl, but a boyfrom Chiaki’s class at Hope’s Peak, all interest in his affairs are lost.

Winteris fast approaching and with that comes the school culture festivals foreveryone other than Hope’s Peak, who have their festival earlier because no onewould go to any other school event if Hope’s Peak is allowing outsiders to touraround. Hajime’s class decides what to do rather quickly since no one’s allthat interested in putting too much effort, but Hajime still ends up being runragged with the rest of his class in the last minute preparations.

[I hateculture fests]

[culturefest?]

[Yeah][My school’s one is coming up][My class is doing a butler/maid cafe][Because we are simple public school students who don’t have the resources forpink blood]

[I was kidding][Your class’ murder cafe was the best thing I’ve ever seen][Thouhg I admit I had high expectations since you guys do go to Hope’s Peak]

[it was nanami’s idea][nd hanamuras a creep but good cook][nd sonias gotta 1up everyone nd dished out money so we could go way overbudget]

[Haha][But it was great][I had a lot of fun]

[Btw][Your birthday’s coming up right?]

[no][y?]

[Is yourbirthday not during the winter?]

[itsin aug]

[But yourname is FUYUhiko]

[ndmy sis is natsumi but her birthdays in march]

[But][That doesn’t make sense]

[blameour parents]

Hajime’sculture festival comes and goes. It goes fairly well in his opinion, even ifhis butler uniform ended up shrinking in the wash and it was too late to fix. He’spretty sure his pants were borderline indecent with how tight they were and thefact that he had felt far too many eyes on his ass and crotch region during theday was not comforting in the least. No real disturbances occurred though, other than when Chiaki came by and was recognizedby video game enthusiasts and Hope’s Peak admirers.

[thoughtu were doing a butler cafe not a host club]

[?????]

[[image]]

[Where didyou get that???]

[ihave my sources][could u not find pants that werent 3 szies too small?]

[It shrankin the wash okay][But oh god][Did I look that bad all day???][Kill me]

[udidn’t look bad][how many ppl asked u out this time?]

[None??][Though now I know why girls kept giggling when I turned my back][I don’t know if I can show my face at school again]

[theywere prob giggling cuz u have a nice ass]

[Ha ha]

[urnot ugly idiot][i bet tons of girls are crushing on u at school][nd guys][im surprised ur single]

[Shut up][If it’s a surprise anyone is single it’s you][You’re funny, snarky, smart, and really attractive][And you pretend like you’re relaly grumpy and antisocial][But when Chiaki talks about school and you come up you’re always taking part][And the fact that you’re secretly really toned][Like seeing those beach pictures on Koizumi’s fb][Oh my god][And your eyes][If they look that gorg in candid photos I don’t want to imagine in rl][And I’m just this normal whatever][Mediocre in every way]

[Uh][Pretend I never said all that?]

[didu fb stalk me on other ppl’s fb?][nd ask nanmi to spy on me for u?]

[No]

[Maybe][No to the spying][Maybe I would ask about you though?][I’m sorry]

[ur not mediocre][wanna talk about pretty eyes?][and secretly toned bodies?][if u wore clothes that didnt swallow u][ud be batting away pple who wanna date/fuck u][nd ur eyes are the ones that are gorg and unique][u have any idea how many times ive thought of wanting to see em in person?][nad how nanami talks about u all the time][i knew of u before the whole mistexting crap][but as nanmi’s annoying notboyfriend][and now i get hwy she praises u so much][anyone would be lucky to go out with you][ur stupidly nice and considerate][but also a sarcastic little shit u cant hate]

[You don’t need to say nice thingsto me just cuz I made a fool of myself just now]

[imflirting wth u dumbass]

[Oh]

Hajime is typing…

Hajime is typing…

[uever gonna finish ur reply]

[I’mpanicking][Give me a break][I don’t know how to respond]

[fine][go on a date with me?][ y ( ) n ( )]

[How did Inever realize how dorky you are]

[fuckinjust anser or ill punch ur stupid face]

[Maybe I’drather you kiss it]

 [andi’m a dork?][fucking loser]

[Shut up][You didn’t say no though]

[ustill havent answered me]

[You first]

[fucku i asked first]

[I askedsecond]

[HINATAI S2G I WILL SHANK U]

[I’m sorry][I default to annoying when im embbarsed and dont know waht im doing][I want you to kiss me. I want to kiss you][So yes please]

[yesor no woulda been fine][dork]

“…”

“…”

“…”

“What?”Kuzuryuu finally snaps.

“This is a lot harder in person,”Hinata laughs weakly. And it really is. Especially because Kuzuryuu is even cuter in person and Hajime didn’tthink that could be possible. Also, the skinny jeans and casual button downcombo he’s sporting makes it hard for Hajime to look anywhere at the boy’s bodywithout blushing. He’d been so excited to finally meet up, expecting to fallinto conversation as easily as they do while texting, but one look at Kuzuryuuwaiting by the entrance of the movie theater, scowling at everyone who’d lookat him, had wiped most of the vocabulary in Hajime’s brain.

“Younever shut up when we text,” Kuzuryuu grumbles.

“It’snot my fault you’re even cuter in person and I forgot everything I wanted tosay.” Kuzuryuu scowls but he also turns redder than before. “See! If you canstop being so adorab—”

“Hinata,I swear if you call me c-cute or a—that, again you’ll wish I sent Peko afteryou.”

“Peko?”

Kuzuryuugives him a look that is equal parts fond and exasperated and a littlebewildered. “You could have found so much about me just from a few google searches.”

Hajimejust shrugs and looks down at his feet, “Yeah, but I’d rather get to know youby actually talking to you.” When he looks up, Kuzuryuu’s facing away but notenough to completely hide the fact that his cheeks and ears are tinged a darkpink-red, especially since Hajime’s got a 22cm height advantage. Hajime grins.“C’mon, we’re going to be late for the movie.”

Whenhe reaches forward and grabs Kuzuryuu’s hands, he files away the squawkingnoise the shorter boy emits as he tugs him along towards the movie theater. Inall honesty, Hajime wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about the movie they saw –he believes it was an action flick – since Kuzuryuu decided to pay back the handholding with a game of gay chicken that led to some intense public displayingof affection. They’re lucky the theater was mostly empty and they chose seatstowards the back. Hajime’s mental notes of Kuzuryuu by the end of the movieinclude several points relating to the plushness of Kuzuryuu’s lips, the factthat Kuzuryuu’s palate is quite the sensitive spot, and that Kuzuryuu has totry extremely hard to remain quiet.

#ask #kuzuhina #hinata hajime #kuzuryuu fuyuhiko #sdr2 #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #super dangan ronpa 2 #anonymous #my writing #tumblr fic