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#i said i wont do anything else but i got this idea at the last minute
orcelito · 1 year
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The fascinating thing about my limited planning records for writing is that I will go back to something after months of not thinking about it, & I have to try to parse what I meant through the barest hints of notes recording the different themes of the planned chapters
Ft "bad effects" and "bad effects pt 2", which were nearly all of what I have written for chapters 4 and 5 of Summer Nights lmfao
#speculation nation#transAction shit#i was reminded that this au exists. and i have reached the boredom with the current chapter of discacc#that can only be solved by letting my brain do something else for a bit.#so. i think im gonna work on summer nights some.#not TOO much bc i do still want to meet the discacc anniversary.#but. i just need some variety sometimes.#and i think this will work perfectly for it.#ngl im lucky i wrote down anything at all. most of my 'planning' that gets written is me rambling to andi about chapter construction lol#which. i do end up. searching our messages. semi frequently. for this exact purpose.#gonna search to see what i said about summer nights bc i KNOW i had something pretty concrete planned for chapter 2#but in my 'planning' document there is a 5 work summary of the purpose of the chapter#lmao thats how they all are. chapter 1 has 1 word (establishment) just to capture what the purpose of it was#chapter 2 has 5 words (2 of which to remind of a scene idea)#chapter 3 has. oh! 14 words! practically decadent! & it reminds of two scene ideas#chapter 4 has. 6 words. 2 of which are Bad Effects. no direct scene ideas listed but ive got a general idea#chapter 5 is the most vague. Bad Effects Part Two#tho i do have a general idea of what i wanted to do with that chapter. it wont be pretty lol#chapter 6 is One Word. but i have the best idea of what it's gonna be out of any of these#bc that's the last chapter of this fic and i know very well how i want to end it#hmmmhmhm now that im thinking about it all i am definitely remembering my love for this au#i WILL have a second chapter for something other than discacc. i CAN post other things of worth.#not just setup chapters for concepts that never get expanded on again. NO!!! Summer Nights will be a fully respectable fic of its own#might take some time to actually get updates lol. if i remember right chapter 1 itself took like 5 months to write in between discacc stuff#soooo i guess chapter 2 may be similar.#who knows maybe the writing gods will bless me with writing brain and i can churn out some 10k words of beautiful heart wrenching prose#in a matter of weeks. leaving plenty of time to focus on finishing the discacc chapter.#i probably will want to give myself 2-3 weeks prior to the anniversary to finish up the discacc chapter#we'll see what i can do with Summer Nights before then.
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animehideout · 4 months
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A Deal ( Ryomen Sukuna X Reader )
Part 3
part 1 / part 2 / part 4
a/n: So in this part, I had to create a character for a backstory.
Warnings ⚠️ : slight manga spoiler, smut, mention of blood, humiliation, assault, degradation. Minors DO NOT INTERACT. Those sensitive to such content PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.
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"If I do, if I submit, can I see them one last time? Will you allow me to give them a proper goodbye?"
His mischievous smile turned into a sharp gaze. If looks could kill, you'd be dead.
“No” he simply said, making your heart sink. “You think I'll let you run away? To that Gojo Satoru..” He paused, leaning in, his grip forcefully directing your gaze to meet his. “You're mine, you're breathing this moment because I allowed it” he threatened.
His words pierced through you like bullets, and the way he said your lover's name with so much hatred sent shivers down your spine. “I - I won't run away, consider it a graceful farewell..” you said with a helpless pleading eyes.
Oh those eyes, that were once full of sparks, they disappeared, he took your sparks away, Sukuna took everything, leaving you with nothing, empty like a shell.
“I'll do anything you wish, just let me see them one last time!” Your tears threatened to fall but you held them back.
“Aw don't you know that I can make you do anything I want without having to pay back”
“Then what should I do?”
“Beg....get on your knees and beg for it, then I might consider it”
You swallowed hard, who imagined thay one day you'll be begging for a farewell? But you had no option. “For Satoru” you thought to yourself, you got off his lap and kneeled down, your vision getting blurry as you looked at the floor. “P-ple-ase” you muttered,
“Look me in the eyes and say it”
You bit your lower lip, trying to get a hold of yourself “Please”
“Try harder”.
“Please Sukuna, I beg you..Allow me to see them”
His devilish laugh filled the air.. “Oh how I enjoy watching you like this.... You'll be granted only one hour, that if you accomplish the task of course” His amused tone, now quickly shifted into a rather serious one, “You dare and attempt to betray me, sorcerer, Gojo Satoru will never live another day to witness another dawn, and wherever you go, I shall haunt you rentlessley” he added.
A hushed fear settled within you, silently shivering as his threat lingered in the air.
“I - I wont, and I'll bring you the body as you ordered”
With a sly grin, he looked down at you, resting his face on his hand, “hah see how generous I am, witness how the king of curses is treating you with kindness..You ought to be thankful, y/n”
You only nodded, you had a lot to say, to express but you swallowed your words back.
“Off you go now,” You stood up, legs still shaking from last night and from the trauma he caused. You carried yourself and left to start your quest.
Wandering in the cold dark streets, you have till dawn to get your task done or else Megumi will be gone....forever..
“I'll save you, Megumi...” you said with a sudden rush of determination. But saving one sorcerer, means sacrificing another and who would you sacrifice? An idea flickered in your mind, as you started running knowing exactly your direction, knowing who's gonna be Sukuna's victim. “Time for revenge, Eiji Kamo” you said to yourself.
• Flashback •
“You're a weakling y/n, you're a disgrace to the family” said Eiji, dragging you from your hair, cornering you as he pierced blood through your skin.
“Let go of me, No!!!!” you cried out, you were too young, only a high school student. You discovered your Jujutsu late compared to others in your family. And when you did it took you long to master it and unleash your true abilities.
He's the one who suggested your execution, in order to keep the blood pure he said. The pain, the wounds that decorated your skin, was caused by no other, Eiji Kamo, your cousin. He was the strongest in your clan, feared by everyone. He used to bully you, humiliate you and almost caused your decease, but you ran, once you discovered your power, Jujutsu high was your refuge and Satoru made it feel like home. He helped you unleash your power, revealing that you're stronger than Eiji.
Satoru; classmates then lovers, he was the one who kissed your scars, made you feel desired and loved, he gave you a new meaning, a strong will to live.
• End Of Flashback •
You smiled to yourself, tears flowing. “I'll restore balance” you whispered, running back to your clan; you haven't seen them in years, but in a few hours he'll be dead and Sukuna will kill him once again.
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icallhimjoey · 8 months
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"Good boy. Time for supper."
JAIL. IDK IF IT'S HORNY JAIL OR REGULAR, JUST JAIL. 😩
well then LOCK ME TF UP because our boy's STARVING. here's the last part, and obviously, it's all 18+ and i really wont like you if you're a minor and continued reading. like, i genuinely wont like you as a person, so go sit with that. OKAY EVERYONE ELSE, ENJOY! Wordcount: 6.6K
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Double Or Nothing
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part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
You couldn’t think about it. Not in detail, but also not in the general sense. When you woke up the next morning, you let yourself briefly dip a toe into everything you could remember of the night before, and then you shut the door on it. You were halfway through breakfast leant up against the counter when Izzy rushed in, hair still wet from the shower. She looked… bad.
“What time did you get back last night?”
You’d absolutely heard her come in about fifty minutes after Joe had left. You had to pretend to be asleep already for fear of Izzy being able to read your mind since you weren’t able to think of anything else then. Or even, now. But it was the morning and there was routine, and it was easier to pretend nothing had happened the night before when there were little jobs that needed doing.
Izzy blinked at you, an empty stare somehow full of regret, and said, “I wasn’t meant to have any drinks.”
Her hangover had been the focus of the morning, which was a fucking godsend. Meant you didn’t even have to mention the bet. Didn’t have to lie about what the favour had been.
You had your eyes on your phone like a hawk all day. Couldn’t leave it out of sight, and were disappointed every time you got a message from someone else. Made you think, “shut up” when you didn’t see Joe’s name on your screen.
Until Joe did text.
“today’s favour will be over at mine”
And like a stupid teenager, you waited four minutes before you replied. Couldn’t come across too eager, could you?
“uh oh… should I be scared?”
Maybe Joe was going to have you make him dinner, or clean the floors. Something mundane he didn’t want to do himself today. You couldn’t possibly let Joe get the idea that you hoped for a repeat of the night before. If Joe was so hellbent on you winning the bet, that meant that maybe he was also hellbent on making you come on his mouth for seven days.
A girl could dream.
“no”
“ok”
“8ish if you can”
“ok”
You showered just in case. Exfoliated and shaved and sprayed some perfume down low that you walked through, because apparently you really were 16 still and boys thought girls were gross, didn’t they?
When you walked into Joe’s flat, you were glad for the teenager inside of you, because all arrows pointed in the same direction. Joe had a slow playlist going, and he’d lit a scented candle. Just the one. Easy to pretend it was there to get rid of the smell dinner left behind, like it wasn’t there for ambiance. Not that it mattered; the mood lighting took care of the ambiance plenty – cornered floor and table lamps casted the room in warm, soft oranges. 
Before you could even ask what it was Joe needed of you, he said, “Sit.” and like a fucking puppy, you plonked right down in the middle of his sofa without question.
“You understand where this is going,”
You did, but couldn’t let on that you did, though. Even when Joe kneeled in front of you and started removing you shoes.
“I do?”
Joe scrunched his nose, kept undressing your lower half and said, “I think you do. You know, since you won and all,”
Made you give him a deadpan stare, just short of an eye roll. Made him smirk like a naughty schoolboy. One with an ego, though. One that knew he was right and was going to keep the bit going until you verbally agreed with him and would tell him he was right.
Unfortunately for him, you weren’t that easy.
Joe knew that.
Didn’t make trying to get you there less fun though.
You came so quick, it was stupid. Blamed it on his fingers that got involved this time. They’d hooked, and they’d hooked just right. Only two – two was plenty.
Afterwards you’d barely spoken. You’d laughed because you’d just orgasmed on Joe’s sofa – the place where you all watched weird obscure films sometimes, right on the crease between two cushions that you always lost your phone in. It was all so bizarre, you couldn’t do anything other than laugh, and Joe’d looked at you a second, then asked, “Gonna admit it?” And of course, you weren’t going to admit anything. Silly boy.
Joe had then gotten up and had stepped away – had to adjust himself in his jeans on the first step. You’d pretended you hadn’t seen and used the privacy Joe’d given by turning his back to quickly get your bottom half back into your clothes.
“I need to know what to tell people when they ask about these favours,” you looked over your shoulder and saw Joe blow out the candle. Fucking knew it was there just for the occasion. Men are so transparent.
“Mmh,” Joe thought a second, then shrugged. Said he’d go with whatever you’d tell ‘em, and he seemed not fussed. Not like how you were fussed. You didn’t need your friends knowing about this, but Joe seemed to carry an air of we’re adults, who gives a shit what we get up to, and maybe that was the better way of going about it.
Then Joe said he was going for a shower, and whilst zipping up your ankle boots, you’d gone, “I’ll see myself out!” all chipper and upbeat, like you hadn’t just shared wild intimacy together.
Wednesday had happened in the same fashion.
Joe had texted, “come to my place again”.
You thought you were being cute when you replied, “what for”.
Joe replied, “come at my place again” and you’d blushed and deleted the message straight after because no one could ever accidentally come across that.
Joe’d eaten you out on his sofa again, and you were surprised that you didn’t like how you weren’t in his bed. You were also surprised that afterwards, you were so into it, you wanted to return the favour. But just like before, Joe was quick to slip into his bathroom. You didn’t want to assume it was to rid himself of the blood and pressure that had pooled in his underwear, but you didn’t know why else Joe couldn’t really hang out with you for a little while after.
By now, it had become a little easier to look him in the eye, though.
On the fourth day of the week of favours, there was no denying how the rest of the weeks was going to go. The two of you would meet, either at his or at yours if you had the place to yourself, Joe would get his head between your legs until you felt dizzy and weak with want, and then he’d try to make you admit that you’d won. There were no kisses, no cuddles and no hands held. It truly felt like a friend doing another friend a favour, except the other way around.
And it was fine.
Joe kept his attention down where he was supposed to, and you tried to focus on the nice things, like how Joe didn’t high five you after. And how he didn’t force eye contact during. You know, things other men had done that had made you give up on their potential.
Yea, it was weird. But it was also nice. Nice was a weird way of describing it, but it was your first thought when Joe jokingly licked the inside of your leg until he heard frustrated huffs coming from above him. He had to stop because he was laughing so much, and you’d shoved him and then pretended to want to get out of your bed which turned into a little wrestle full of giggles that only stopped because he’d latched onto not your leg. Reduced you into a whimpering mess immediately.
That was nice.
It was different when it was with a friend and not some weird guy of an app. Better.
But for whatever reason, on Friday you’d woken up in a horrid mood and hadn’t been able to shake it all throughout the day. After work, you kind of wanted to go home and sit in the bath for three hours. Have wine and watch a comfort film from your childhood that could easily make you cry, like The Little Princess, or whatever.
“no pub for me tonight”
You sent into the groupchat. Got immediate private replies from both Izzy and Joe.
“got a date planned you haven’t told me about?” from Izzy.
“??” from Joe.
Two other friends made fun of Joe making you do too many things – said, “stop making her unpack your whole flat Joe” and “burnt out on day 5, best send flowers again”. You ignored the groupchat for the time being.
You sent Izzy and Joe the same reply.
“bad day, just want to be home”
Surely, Joe would understand. He had said he wouldn’t force you into doing something you didn’t want to do, and everyone had their off-days, right?
Izzy replied, “promise I’ll be quiet when I get in”
Then, a message in the group chat from her, “everyone else still going?” which trickled in thumbs up emojis over the next hour or so. Also from Joe.
And wow, that went easier than expected. Your skip a day lose a favour rule could’ve made that difficult. The strange sense of relief you felt was welcome after some twat from administration had made your blood boil by e-mailing the whole company about a mistake you’d made, warning everyone not to do the same.
You honestly thought you wouldn’t see Joe that day.
Yet, you weren’t surprised when your doorbell rang, and you saw Joe through the intercom.
“Hey, what–”
“Said I had an early morning and snuck off before anyone could ask what I’d be up to,”
You were in your pajamas – the kind you didn’t really let others see, ever. Were tired, definitely not in the mood, but Joe’d come over for one thing and one thing only.
You buzzed him in on a defeated sigh and waited for him by the front door.
When you didn’t really step aside to let Joe in, Joe slowly squeezed himself past you, his face way too close to yours. Hovered there a second, noses nearly touching.
Always close enough to kiss.
And yet...
“Come on, I’m starving.” Joe said and for the smallest of moments, you thought maybe Joe would make his way over to the kitchen. Find your left-overs to heat up. He didn’t, of course, door of your bedroom already opening.
You looked a bit dazed when you closed the door behind him, because just getting his face close to yours had flipped something inside of you. You swallowed thickly before you turned and made your way over to where Joe had installed himself on your bed.
Lying flat on his back, he smiled when he saw you step out of your pajama bottoms. Licked his bottom lip and beckoned you with two hands near his face.
You’d never sat on someone’s face before, and when you reached to turn the lights off, Joe said, “No. Leave ‘em on.” and seemed genuinely excited for what was about to happen. It was the first time you thought maybe you really were doing him a favour, instead of the other way around.
It was awkward having to bring your core to his mouth, especially since you were able to fucking see all of it. Usually, men would bring their mouths down all by themselves, wouldn’t need you to take any action. The second Joe got his mouth on you, however, no other action of you was needed besides keeping yourself upright.
Which was difficult.
You silently scolded yourself for earlier thoughts of wanting to skip today. This kind of turned everything around and you realized it was the perfect remedy. Joe curled arms around your legs and held on tightly as he worked his tongue in all sensitive spots he knew to find.
But then, about four minutes in, the sound of a key loudly being shoved into its keyhole made both you and Joe freeze.
Izzy.
You checked behind you and saw that, thank fuck, you’d closed your door before climbing onto the bed.
Frozen with fear, neither of your moved for a second, but you both listened. Heard how Izzy tried to be quiet, like she had texted she would do, heard her take off her shoes by the door before slipping into the living room. She shut the door behind her, and you let go of a breath you’d been holding.
“Fuck, okay,” you whispered as quietly as you could. “If you’re quick, she won’t– ah, mhm,”
What you meant was, if Joe was quick to leave, Izzy wouldn’t see him. Not, if he was quick to continue until you orgasmed, because you couldn’t! Not with Izzy in the house! Not from Joe’s mouth in your bedroom with Izzy on the other side of your bedroom wall!
“No, we can’t–”
But Joe was relentless, and your breathy pleas probably didn’t even reach his ears, what with your legs in the way and all. Joe held onto your thighs with newfound strength and continued with more frevour than before. Had you arching your back and slapping your own hands over your mouth to shut you up.
Shit.
You were scared the whole time. Every sense heightened and somehow therefore everything felt… even better. You didn’t like that. The combination of having Joe’s face between your legs, his tongue touching places it hadn’t even gone near before despite this being the fifth day of favours, and fear – legitimate fear, because what would happen if Izzy knew? – felt dangerous.
Somehow, you’d convinced yourself that your whole friendship and whatever else this was with Joe was held together by the fact that this was all a secret.
If your mutual friend, your best one and your flatmate at that, was to walk in with you sat on Joe’s face, it’d be over and done with. The favours would stop, which… were people able to grow attached to something in just five days, do you think? But you’d survive that. Had survived good sex leaving your life before and had always been fine. The whole friendship coming to a screeching halt, however?
It was the worst way to learn, the worst timing to learn, that even just entertaining the thought hurt your own feelings.
Maybe that was why things had never really progressed before. Joe had always been flirty with you. Slapped your ass when he saw the chance, things like that. Would graciously offer his lap whenever all seats would be taken. But until now, you’d always shoved him in return. Made him laugh, which then would make you laugh.
You were sat on Joe’s face, but you kind of wanted to sit on Joe’s lap for a few hours. The other way around so you could stare at his features. Lean in for a kiss if you wanted, one that would be reciprocated.
Have that be normal.
Be around your friends and give in to Joe’s stupid flirting and have all of that be normal.
Not that this seat was bad – it was just... the hem of your top covered half his face. You only got forehead, an eyebrow and tensed forearms when you looked down. Tensed forearms that hugged around your thighs and held you open from the front. You hadn’t even kissed Joe. Couldn’t even remember the last time you hugged.
You were swimming in complex emotions, all layered shit, good and bad and worse and better and the best but simultaneously also the absolutely worst. Your mind wasn’t with it, and it was taking long for you to get there. Was long for Joe to have his head in between your thighs.
You kind of wanted to cry, and you nearly did when Joe suddenly let a hand sneak up under your top to cup a boob.
Joe had never touched the bare flesh of your tits before. You gasped at the touch, but only because you couldn’t moan. Couldn’t be loud. The gasp made Joe sneak up his other hand as well, and it was a little awkward because the arms came up from behind you, but it worked.
Joe knew what he was doing. Got your out of your head and into your body by simple touches under your top and like fucking clockwork, you orgasmed. You bit your lips into your mouth until you swore your teeth broke the skin, stifling as much noise as you could.
Eventually, you flopped over. Fell into the mattress beside Joe, and heard him pant softly.
There was no way Izzy hadn’t heard, you thought.
When you turned your face to look at him, you hissed, “Oh my God, you look insane,” and sat up to use the fabric of the top you were still wearing to wipe at his face. Joe shook with silent laughter, but let you clean him up a little.
Bent over and leant close, skin of your torso bared from where you pulled on your top, Joe’s hand found your side. It almost didn’t touch you, hovered a little and let fingertips brush and you didn’t understand how this feather light touch wrecked you more than Joe’s tongue circling and dipping inside of you had done.
You slowly wiped at Joe’s face for longer than you needed to, let your eyes dance across Joe’s face as he stared up at you.
If you leant down right now, if you just...
You saw how Joe’s eyebrows quirked. Small little movement you wouldn’t have caught had you not been so close to him. Made your breath shudder. Made you think of how Joe didn’t push you away. Didn’t do anything but stare back up at you. Big, brown, shiny eyes. All soft and round.
You didn’t realise you’d slowly lowered down until you felt Joe’s nose touch the side of yours. He nudged you with it, away to the side a little, and you swore he was about to say something, but then you both suddenly heard movement about the flat and were thrown back into reality.
Izzy.
You pulled your top back down and avoided Joe’s eyes as you got up to tiptoe towards the door where you put your underwear back on, ears perked for any noise within the flat that would give away Izzy’s whereabouts. You noticed you still felt panicked, heart in your throat, back of your neck prickling, everything all awful and you remembered the whole day had been bad. This horrible end of it fit just right.
Because it was horrible, wasn’t it?
Your flatmate was about to find Joe in your bedroom.
That need to cry you’d felt when you’d left the office earlier that day reared its head back up.
You didn’t cry, wouldn’t cry. Not until you’d have snuck Joe out of the flat, at least.
Izzy couldn’t know.
If she knew, that would be the end of everything.
Joe hadn’t even kissed you.
A whisper of your name snapped you from your thoughts. Joe was still on your bed but was now getting out of his own clothes. Your eyes grew wider and your brow furrowed because what the fuck was he doing?
“I’ll wait her out,” Joe whispered, and in just a T-shirt and his boxers, he reached for the top of your duvet. “Wait ‘til she’s gone to sleep,”
And your mind raced for a second. Joe was probably right. To avoid your flatmate and any questions afterwards entirely, she’d have to be out cold.
But then you softly said, “You should leave,” because you wanted out of this situation.
Joe had already slipped himself into your bed, underneath the covers.
“I will, won’t be long. Izzy seemed tired,”
“I am tired,” you argued like a prissy teen. You were worried, and you felt cold. A little clammy. Grumpy, and scared still. Vulnerable and raw, and your throat hurt from the whispering and the moans you’d wheezed out.
“Come lay down,” Joe slung back covers to expose your side of your bed, and the thought of doing just that, laying down in your bed with Joe next to you, was making you feel sick. He seemed so cool and casual about it too. Like none of it really mattered.
“No, but, I–I don’t think– what if–”
“It’ll be fine,” Joe’s hushed voice reassured, and you sucked in a sharp breath that you then held. “Come,” Joe whispered again with a little more urgency, beckoning you with an impatient open hand. “Feels like you’re crashing, get into bed before you hurt yourself.”
Crashing?
“Aren’t you–” you started another whispered sentence but were cut off once more, now by Joe’s flat hand slapping down onto the mattrass in feigned frustration, eyes all wide but mouth so close to curling up into a smile.
“Come, here,” Joe ordered through clenched teeth and yea, all right. You could lay down in your bed. Your safe spot. Just, it didn’t feel so safe now that Joe was there.
When you moved into the bed and got comfortable, you felt a little like you were placing your body in a position you thought people looked best in. Like you weren’t a real person who just stepped into her own bed, but were on a film set and this is how they directed you to lay so that it looked best from all angles. You performed laying down. Stupid.
Had to remind yourself Joe was just Joe. That one guy amongst your friends who didn't impress you the way he impressed everyone else.
He was just Joe.
Unlike last week, where you felt it would be too close for comfort to curl onto your side facing Joe, it didn’t feel like there was such a thing as being too close anymore, and so that was exactly what you did now. Laid on your side, hands together and pressed under your head, facing Joe.
Joe did the same but stayed on his side of the bed, leaving plenty of space in between the two of you.
“Better?”
You shrugged with your exposed shoulder. Joe scanned your face for a second, searching eyes roaming freely and then he frowned a little.
“Sorry, I hope I didn’t...” Joe trailed off.
“You didn’t,” you were quick to reply, but you felt a tear escape your eye. It was easy to hide, since it was the eye closest to the pillow, and you thought maybe Joe wouldn’t have seen. You felt how it wet the skin between your fingers before it disappeared into the fabric.
“No, but, you seem... not okay,”
You couldn’t look him in the eye and kept eyes trained on his chest. On one particular crease in the cotton of his shirt that was just there because his shoulder were pressed forward.
It looked soft. And inviting.
“I’m fine,”
And Joe would’ve let it go. Would’ve just said, okay good, and, don’t worry I’m not that sleepy. But then a sticky tear left your other eye that traveled over the bridge of your nose. It was impossible to miss, and Joe didn’t even give you time to try to wipe it away, to excuse it, to make something up on the spot of why it was even there, because he started scooching. Closer to the middle of the bed. And then an arm reached over and placed itself on your back and pulled you in, made you scooch until your face met that crease of fabric in the middle of Joe’s chest and a large palm around the back of your head kept it there.
“Sorry,” got whispered into your hair.
“It’s not you– you didn’t do anything wrong,”
“S’just a lot?”
“Mhmm,”
It was a lot. You'd had a bad day, and now Joe was cuddling you close, and the bed was warm and soft, and you had fingers in your hair, stroking down your scalp, playing with the strands.
“Sorry,” you spoke around an exhale and relaxed. “I will fall asleep if you keep doing that,”
You would. Felt yourself relax fully and sink deeper into everything soft.
“Good. Then I’ll keep going.”
That made your face scrunch up like you were in pain. Made your ribs want to flare and tighten up simultaneously. Made you blush harder than when Joe pulled you onto his face with your full weight.
Joe didn’t lie. Had to shift twice to make sure blood flow reached his fingers still, but kept his fingers in your hair. You used the first time he moved and switched arms to snuggle closer. To burrow deeper. Was easy to hide what you were doing - you were simply also readjusting a little. The second time, you tilted your head upwards enough for your nose to find the warmth of his skin just above the collar.
You fell asleep like that.
And, troublingly, you also woke up like that.
It was morning, and Joe was still there.
You moved, stretched yourself out of Joe’s hold which roused him awake. Rolling over, you found your phone to check the time.
“What time is it?” Joe croaked, burying his face back into the pillow.
“Just past 6,”
It was early still. Early enough for Joe to be able to sneak out without Izzy even being aware he’d ever been there.
You rolled onto your back after putting your phone back down and blinked at the ceiling for a moment. Found focus in your eyes and listened to Joe’s breathing.
God, your life was so weird. This week had been weird. And there were two days of favours left still.
Then what?
What would happen after?
You’d just go back to being the friends you were before?
You didn’t think you could do that, or even wanted to do that, but you couldn’t think like that. This was just a wild week, and on Monday, things would go back to normal.
Normalish.
You’d learn to slot back into that place where Joe made advances jokingly and you’d shake your head at the bad overdone moves he’d put on you.
No one would be the wiser.
“Izzy’s asleep,” you whispered, and you meant, time to leave. You turned your head to see Joe was also lying on his back with his eyes open. Except his weren’t studying the ceiling, his were on you.
“Do you think she will still be in half an hour?”
Um. Sure? She probably would be. It was the weekend, after all.
Without warning and before you could answer his question, Joe ducked entirely under the covers and moved across. Ate you out whilst you still had sleep in your eyes.
Saturday was a whole mess.
Joe’d snuck out, hadn’t been seen or heard by your flatmate and, good.
That was good.
But you couldn’t stop thinking about how that morning had been different. Halfway through he’d swapped his death grip around your legs for search of your hands. Joe was hidden under the covers and did everything a lot slower than he’d done any of the other times, and then found your hands with his and held your hands for a little while.
You managed to be quiet. Quieter, at least. But it was still fucking amazing, especially when Joe guided your hands to the back of his head and encouraged you to push his face into you. To add more pressure that way.
He’d come up and kissed you on the forehead after, and then he’d left you in the bed by yourself, all blissed out whilst he casually got dressed and walked out. Hadn’t even asked you to tell him that you’d won the bet.
Izzy witnessed you knock over a full cup of coffee, saw how it spilled over the counter and dripped down the kitchen cabinets as you swore and clumsily cleaned it up. You made yourself a new cup which you then let slip from your hands just when you were about to sit down on the sofa, and she’d gone, “Jesus, are you all right?”
You’d grumbled something under your breath and sighed at the coffee stain you’d left on the rug.
“What happened at work?”
Izzy referenced the text you’d sent her yesterday and linked your behaviour to it. You gave a vague explanation of why your managers sucked, and Izzy said to join her for lunch later. Good big lunch, maybe a few drinks. Would do you good. Have some fun.
“Or is Joe going to, I don’t know, make you organize his junk drawer or whatever?”
“Oh,” you thought a second. “Yea, maybe. But I could do that after lunch. Joe can wait.”
However, you didn’t end up going to lunch with Izzy.
Instead, you opted to do what you’d wanted to do the night before and sat in the bath for a few hours. Watched nostalgic films that made you cry salty tears into the bath water. Thought of how you wanted Joe to kiss you on the mouth and then tried to erase those thoughts by slipping fully under the water for as long as you could.
Izzy didn’t like how you isolated. Said you’d been weird all week.
You swiftly blamed it all on work, “It’s just hectic times and I need to not be around people for a little bit.”
Whilst covered in bubbles, you heard Izzy move about, doing laundry, vacuuming, cleaning shit up - all domestic chores she’d left for the weekend. And she was on the phone to someone. You swore you heard her mention your name, but you decided to assume it was nothing. Probably just a mention of you not going out for lunch with her, or a mention of you hogging the bathroom for hours. Whatever.
Saturday had felt messy, but Sunday was all right. You’d slept okay, didn’t feel so sluggish anymore and made Izzy breakfast because you were a good friend, and she was a good friend.
You pushed every thought of it being the last day of the week of favours to the back of your mind. Evaded the topic of your friends entirely in conversation with your flatmate for fear of mentioning Joe.
Sunday was all right.
It was all right until it wasn’t.
Joe texted.
“4, my place”
You didn’t like that tone.
“ok.”
You fullstopped him and kind of hoped Joe didn’t like your tone either. Sending a text like that helped you numb your feelings a little. Was good practice for later. A self-protection sort of thing.
When you were let into Joe’s flat, you expected it to go like it had gone before. You’d walk in, there’d be slow music playing, sheer curtains drawn, mood lightning on and Joe’d direct you towards the couch.
And there was a sort of calmer playlist going, but the place smelled of food, and Joe had greeted you all upbeat and chipper. Said, “I hope you’re hungry!” and you hated that you thought today maybe you’d get to return the favour before you thought of dinner.
You’d walked in on Joe in the middle of preparing a roast dinner. A roast dinner for two.
“What’s going on here?” you asked, shrugging off your coat and surprised by how much was happening in the kitchen. Pots, pans, the oven on, all these smells, plates and cutlery stacked and ready to be moved towards the table – there was a lot going.
You watched Joe pick up the lid of a pot and stir what was inside. He shrugged with his back turned.
“Wanted a good roast dinner and couldn’t make one just for myself,” Joe looked over his shoulder. “Thought for today’s favour you could have half the food and keep me company.”
You didn’t know if relief or disappointment took the overhand on this one. You forced it to be relief, smiled at Joe and said, “This smells fucking amazing,” but felt in your gut then that it was definitely disappointment.
Rationally, this was a clever move, because it kind of moved you back into the two of you just being friends. You had dinner together, talked about all sorts – how you wanted to kick the teeth in of that one bitch from administration, and then swiftly moved onto nicer things, like Joe’s next upcoming project. Not for a second was the bet mentioned. There were moments where you entirely forgot about it too. Joe was smart. Tomorrow was going to be easy now.
It’s just that... you didn’t want it to be easy.
You wanted to crash your entire face onto his, to collide with him. You didn’t, of course, you had dinner like two civilized people, two normal friends, who pretended they hadn’t just had the weirdest week of their lives together. Didn’t mean you didn’t sneak glances at Joe’s mouth, at those pink plush lips, all throughout the meal.
When the food was all gone and the dishes had been loaded into the washer, you declared you probably should get going. Told Joe Izzy had been worried.
“Don’t know if I’ll be able to come down next Friday,” Joe said, following you as you slung arms into your coat and made your way to his front door.
“Surprise, surprise,” you said all sarcastic, smiling. Made Joe huff a small laugh before his whole facial expression changed.
“Oh, and one other thing,”
You sorted the collar of your coat with both hands and turned back to find Joe much closer to you than you’d thought he’d be.
“You still haven’t said it,”
You stopped faffing with your coat, hands dropping down, and Joe stepped even closer.
“Oh my God,” you said softly, head tilting in defeat, amused but surprised Joe was still going on about this.
“Say you won the bet,”
You squeezed your eyes shut and frowned, were about to tell Joe that he was being ridiculous and why was it still even important now? You’d ticked off the last favour. It was over now! Was his ego that precious that he still needed to hear from you that he was right?
But Joe was quicker than your words were, and in the moment of your eyes being closed, Joe brought a hand to the back of your neck. Made you snap open your eyes instantly.
Joe was close.
Nose to nose now.
Made your whole body freeze.
“Why can’t you say it?” he whispered, practically into your mouth, and you didn’t know what to do.
“I don’t–” you couldn’t even finish the sentence you started, both because you weren’t sure of what to say, but also because your throat closed up the second Joe tilted his head and moved his mouth towards your jaw.
Placed a soft chaste kiss there.
Made you close your eyes and shudder on an exhale. Made you let Joe move your head to the side as his moved down, getting your neck next.
It wasn’t the desperate collision you’d wanted before, and it’s not on your mouth either, but you were standing in Joe’s hallway about to step out and Joe wanted you to say words he wanted to hear and was coaxing them from you by letting his lips softly brush against skin they had never brushed against before.
Made you weak in the knees.
“Hmh? Just say it, say you won,”
You had your eyes closed, but your lips were parted. The grip Joe had on the base of your skull firmed, and he moved you to the other side. Got your neck there. Jaw too.
You swallowed thickly when you felt Joe move back a little. Blinked open unfocussed eyes and fuck, you were going to need a minute.
“Say it,”
Joe tilted his head down, let your foreheads meet and this was more than it had been all week. More intimate. More romantic. More of what you’d actually wanted. Joe always got so close, but Joe never kissed you.
“Say it for me,”
“I won,”
The words slipped out of you without you even registering it properly. A brief moment followed in which time sort of stopped, just for a second. You heard no one breaths, heard no blood rushing in your ears, heard no exactor fan still going in the kitchen.
Joe grinned.
You fucking said it.
He let his other hand find your face to cup and moved in to do what he’d been wanting to do all along, but hadn’t felt was appropriate.
Joe moved in and kissed you on the mouth. Got your bottom lip between his and let it be all soft, all slow.
Too slow.
Far too slow.
Time caught up and so did your brain. Then, your body did too, and where before your arms had just been down by your sides, you let them find Joe’s shoulders. Then his neck, and you used it to pull Joe in closer. Made him collide with you.
You were kissing Joe on the mouth and, Jesus, you wanted more. Deeper. Harder. Wanted to lick past his lips and live inside all of that wet and warm. You felt how Joe was trying to suppress a smile – felt that with your mouth, my God – and felt how he was about to pull back.
“No, I won, I won I won,” you panted all desperate, using forceful hands on his head to keep him attached to your face. “I won the bet, I said it. I won.”
Just for a moment, Joe just... went with it. Let you jump up and curl your legs around his torso. Had laughter stuck in his throat but loved how you gripped, and clung, and built the kiss until it became a brutal devouring mess and... shit, he needed more.
Joe started moving, used his hands to get you back out of your coat that you easily let slip off of you, one arm at a time, mouths still hungry, practically eating each other.
Joe turned back into his flat.
Then towards the bedroom.
When you realised where Joe was trying to take you, you were quick to unlatch from him. Let your feet touch the floor again.
You were kissing Joe and he was guiding you towards the bedroom.
What was happening?
“Come on,” Joe said, got his mouth back onto yours and tried lifting you up again. “I still owe you good head.”
“What, but I... the favour was having dinner with you, I–” Joe cut you off with a kiss to your neck, the pressure of it almost violent. Made you moan instantly and go all slack. Slack enough for Joe to get you back into his arms again, both of his curled tightly around your waist.
“Didn’t you just say you won?”
And, oh.
Yes.
Yes you did.
There were no favours if that was the case. Just... just good head. Like you had gotten all week, because...you’d won the fucking bet.
Even if you had pretended all week that you hadn’t.
You’d won.
“Don’t worry,” Joe panted and used an elbow to open his bedroom door. “I won too.”
You couldn’t fucking believe it. Joe grinned at you and you grinned right back before crashing into him for a kiss once more.
There were only winners here.
Joe carried you into the bedroom and you couldn’t help but giggle into his mouth as he lurched you onto the bed before using a foot to kick the door shut.
You’d won, and Joe’d won, double or nothing had turned into everything, and there were only winners.
the end
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The Other Ones
Synopsis: During quarantine, F2 driver Y/n L/n takes a page out of the F1 drivers’ book, and convinces her friends to stream with her. It makes 2020 more bearable.
A/N: kinda weird for this one; im gonna use the 2023 F2 grid for a fic set in 2020. i know it doesn’t make sense at all, but I wasn’t into motorsport in 2020, meaning I have barely any idea who the drivers were, so 2023 f2 grid it is. also this is basically a crack fic
. alright basically
. like everyone else in the world during 2020, you were going insane during lock down
. the racing season wasn’t set to start until july, and you hadn’t raced for almost 7 months
. you were stuck in your house, and you loved your parents and everything, but you were crazing interaction with people other than your family
. you were friends with most of the other f2 drivers, and you did talk a lot, but it still wasn’t the same as seeing them in the paddock
. one day during another search on the internet for something entertaining, you found out that a few of the F1 drivers started streaming on Twitch
. and then you got an idea
. you didn’t want to say you copied the older drivers
. except that you totally did
. shamelessly
. you rounded up your closest f2 friends in a group chat, explained your brilliant idea, and a week later found yourself streaming on Twitch
. it took a lot of coordination, starting a streaming channel is a lot harder than it looks, but the results definitely paid off
. your version of the “Twitch Quartet” consists of Fred Vesti, Ollie Bearman, Arthur Leclerc, and of course, yourself
. Arthur was the first to post on his Instagram to promote the stream, and once you all followed, the chaos began
. it started with a game of among us
. it was a lot more intense than anyone realized it would be
. Arthur has trust issues
. you jump at anything that moves
. Ollie is scarily good at lying
. and poor Fred just wants to fix the lights
. “oh my god Arthur this is literally the fourth meeting you’ve called”
. “OLLIE SHUT OFF THE LIGHTS! I SAW HIM“
. “EVEN IF I DID YOU CANT SEE SOMEONE SABOTAGE”
. “you are all ridiculous! now let me go back and fix the turbo engine thing-“
. “y/n stop following me, I promise Ollie is not going to kill you”
. “yeah well that’s what he said last time and then he stabbed me in Comms so-“
. “you are in my way! I am trying to keep us all alive here”
. “I don’t know what you expected me to do. the lights went off and you came into Comms alone, did you really think I wouldn’t kill you?”
. “Arthur I SWEAR-“
. that first stream gains a lot of traction, and before it even ends, you four are getting game recommendations and requests for more content
. fall guys is next the game the catches your attention
. no one but you is surprised that your absolute shit at it
. Fred wins like every round because he’s takes it the most serious
. Ollie and Arthur are screaming, accusing the other of sabotaging and whining once they both lose
. “I DON’T UNDERSTAND I LITERALLY JUMPED BUT THE STUPID THING DIDN’T MOVE I SWEAR I JUMPED-“
. “OLLIE STOP THROWING THINGS AT ME”
. “THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR PUSHING ME OFF THE SPINNY THING”
. “fredvesti7 is the winner!”
. “I’M TRYING TO KICK THE BALL! IT WONT LET ME KICK THE BALL I HATE THIS STUPID THING-“
. “HEY! HEY! HE’S PUSHING ME LOOK HE’S TRYING TO PUSH ME OFF THE TILES”
“WELL YOU’RE THE ONE WHO JUMPED ON MY HEXAGON AND MADE ME DIE SO-“
“fredvesti7 is the winner!”
. the most common game you play is sim racing, for obvious reasons
. “Ollie you just pushed me off the track”
. “no I didn’t that was Fred”
. “hey! I’m all the way up here don’t put this on me”
. “Arthur, you better stop swerving or I’m gonna crash into you”
. “haha I won you all suck”
. “yeah because you PUSHED US INTO THE BARRIERS”
. “WELL MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED SWERVING-“
. your personal favorite streams are “f2 after dark” a series of streams that occur usually past midnight
. they originally started when you four were all on facetime at night
. then decided to play a game
. and by the 12am rolled around, you guys were setting up your cameras and mics
. traditionally, you guys play horror games, all ranging from Granny to Phasmophobia, all scream inducing
. “Ollie if you leave me before we walk into the basement I will kill you”
. “oh my god- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SOUND”
. “we are so dying”
. “I say we sacrifice Arthur, he’s shouting too much”
. “OH MY GOD IT’S RIGHT THERE”
. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT”
. “Ollie why did you push me towards it”
. you guys did try to play uno once
. “OLLIE STOP LOOKING AT MY CARDS”
. “Y/N’S CHEATING”
. “this is NOT HOW WE PLAY UNO IN DENMARK!”
. “I wish we were playing in person SO I COULD THROW THIS STUPID CARD AT YOU”
. “I HATE THIS GAME”
. “IF YOU GIVE ME A PLUS 4 ONE MORE TIME ARTHUR I SWEAR-”
. and then didn’t play again
. eventually, the F1 drivers realize you guys have been streaming on twitch like them
. and come up with an stream idea that you still consider the most fun you’ve had in quarantine
. “hello everybody! this is a very special stream because today, we are collaborating with the F1 drivers in a Mario Kart 8 showdown! We’re doing team mode first, Twitch Quartet vs Us, let’s see how it goes”
. you were originally kind of nervous about this stream
. and they didn’t tell you but you were pretty sure the others were kind of nervous too
. besides the exception of Charles and Arthur, f1 and f2 drivers don’t interact much, so you’ve never really gotten the chance to get to know any of the four
. and now suddenly you were streaming on Twitch in front of thousands of people with them
. very big change
. you didn’t have anything to worry about though, the stream went very well, especially the “every man (or woman) for themselves” round
. “I don’t know why you would chose rainbow road, it’s genuinely the worst track”
. “alright Lando there’s no need for slander”
. “George I am not Alex, do not crash into me”
. “Charles if you push me off this ledge I am locking you out of the house next time”
. “you’ve got to leave the space!”
. “if i have to be stuck behind Ollie for another lap i’m just gonna push him off the map”
. “Fred, you are pushing me off the track again”
" i am not that is y/n!”
. “you’re such a snitch”
. “they’re going wheel to wheel!”
. “George you are not Martin Brundle”
. “Arthur if you break test me one more time, I’m locking YOU out of the house”
. “I’m going to kill you if you keep pushing me into the barriers, Lando”
. “you’ve gOT TO LEAVE THE SPACE”
. “FRED QUIT PUSHING ME OFF THE TRACK”
. " and the winner is….. me. obviously”
. “I don’t know Y/n, I’m pretty sure you cheated somehow”
. “I saID THE WINNER IS ME”
. anyway
. that stream collected the most amount of viewers any of you had ever gotten
. you eight are already talking about another one soon
. the entire streaming idea was a lot of fun
. and you’re very glad you did it
short little blurb that I hate but i posted it because i’ve been kinda interested in f2 recently and decided to make it so why not
also if this looks familiar, it is, I originally posted it a couple weeks ago, decided I hated it, deleted it, and am now posting it again
still hate it though
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jeongin x reader | 3.3k✔︎ | mainly his point of view.
my notes⎯ whew. this is the longest fic i've ever posted and i can't lie and say it wasn't a pain. originally i got this idea from listening to "morning dew" like 100 times and thought it would be perfect to write something for i.n.
warnings⎯ somewhat angsty, poor writing, some cursing, doubts, and humorous dialogue (so sorry if you dont find me funny).
genre⎯ eventual friends to lover, angst.
songs⎯ morning dew; xavier wulf | a new kind of love; frou frou
⎯catalog for skz✰ | requests r open
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12.03.23 | 4:04 p.m;
it had been ten minutes since you left jeongins’ side to aid seungmin in teasing changbin. the frigid weather turning your breaths to smoky clouds as you laugh at one another.
jeongin rests in his spot on the park bench, if you ask, he’ll simply say he cannot join in on the fun due to the stiffness in his joints, and not the fact that an unwavering feeling of jealousy is creeping through his bones like wildfire.
he can’t help but narrow his eyes at the skinship you give felix, reaching up to brush the snowflakes out of his bangs, threading your fingers in his when you spot a squirrel resting in a tree; dragging him towards the spot before the rodent runs off.
jeongin hates physical touch with a burning passion. there would never not be a time where he didn’t push one of his hyungs off of him. he didn’t like when bangchan would suprise back hug him, or when hyunjin would randomly sit in his lap and pester him.
yet when he looks at the way you interact with the other members, he cant help but wonder what it would feel like with his hands in yours. running around the white colored park, throwing snow at eachothers faces, trying not to slip on the ice while playing tag with everyone else.
you weren't shy to affection, jeongin knew that for a fact. so there wasn't any real reason for him to be scared to go up to you and initiate a hug or a hand hold. but the overwhelming feeling he's been trying to hide for the last two years is holding him back.
yang jeongin has the biggest crush on you. he just wont admit it.
all the other members can see it clear as day, they don't hesitate to tease him about it when you aren't around; sometimes they do it infront of you but they are somewhat discreet about it.
"you're staring again." a muffle voice comments beside him. jeongin flinches at the sudden sound, he had been sitting by himself silently for a little longer than he had expected. "keep it up and she'll think you're a creep."
jeongin raises up his fist towards hyunjins face to which the man backs away quickly, "shut it." he threatens, he turns his attention back towards you, watching you get a piggyback ride through the snow by bangchan. he holds back a scoff.
hyunjin shrugs, readjusting his scarf around his face. the tip of his nose peeks through the fabric, it's color matches his ears; dusted a cherry red, "i'm not lying. even just watching you watch her is making me uncomfortable," he shivers to further his point, jeongin lightly shoves him. "i don't know why you wont just tell her."
jeongin feels his blood run cold contrast to the heat in his cheeks. he gives a quick glance towards hyunjin who watches him expectantly. "i don't know what you're talking about." he mumbles, adjusting his body on the wooden bench. he's been sitting for so long that his butt is growing numb.
"i.n-ah!"
"what?" he says, "i don't have any feelings for her, i'm only just looking. it's not illegal or did the laws suddenly change?"
jeongin swivels his head exasperatedly to look at hyunjin only to find him staring back with a wide grin. jeongin raises an eyebrow.
after a moment of staring, hyunjin lightly murmurs, "i never said anything about having a crush on her." his grin widens.
in that moment panic flushes through jeongins body and he's quick to clamp a hand over hyunjins mouth. "shut up. shut up dude."
"YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON Y/N." hyunjins voice comes out muffled underneath jeongins glove but he can still hear it very clearly. he just hopes no one else (more specifically you) hears it aswell.
"you liar, i do not! hyung, please stop screaming, i swear-!"
"you guys alright?" a third voice pipes up. both of them turn and see you standing a couple inches away, bare hands shoved in pockets looking like a swaddled marshmallow. you were covered head to toe in snow, proof of the snowball fight you had with felix lingered on your clothing. the apples of your cheeks moved with every sniff you took and jeongin couldn't help but mentally compare you to a bunny.
he immediately released hyunjin, who stayed in his backed up postion grinning at him. "yeah." he cringes at the way his voice cracked out of nerves, or the way his palms started to sweat despite the cold.
"are you sure?" you question, looking at hyunjin then back at him, "i thought i heard a scream."
"no-"
"-you did." hyunjin interjects, slapping a hand on jeongins back. his body jostles forward at the contact. "but it was nothing, right i.n? just some light teasing."
jeongin grunts through his teeth, "yeah. harmless."
you nod, unsure that it's the whole truth, "okay..." you point behind you, gesturing over towards the disfigured snow man whose bottom half lay smaller than its top, it's eyes on opposite sides of its face. "well if you're sure...i'll just go back."
before you can fully turn around, two heavy hands place itself on your shoulders to halt your movements, "no, you should stay and take a break. you've been moving around a lot. i'll finish your snowman with changbin."
you look at hyunjin, eyebrows scrunched together, "are you sure? you don't need to do that, we're almost finished anyway-."
hyunjin looks towards the figure and back towards you, "-no the hell you aren't. don't worry," he reassures, taking a deep breath. you can almost see the captains hat form on his head. "leave it to the artist."
he gives you a light push towards the empty spot next to jeongin, his butt print out lined in the snow on the seat. he turns around and calls out to changbin, "yah! it looks like shit! let me take over!"
"eh? you don't know jack about making a snowman!"
"i know more than you do, genius!" his voice fades away as his stumbles down the hill and towards a grumpy changbin.
you can't help but let out a giggle at the twos bickering. "something is wrong with them."
jeongin tries to nod in agreement but finds himself frozen.
at the lack of a response you turn towards him and see him tense in his spot, "are you okay?" concern drips from your voice as you lean towards him.
he hums quietly, giving you a brief glance and then returning his attention to hyunjin kicking over the snowman. "'m good."
you only nod and face forward.
a couple minutes go by as nothing else is exchanged. your hands begin to freeze due to the lack of heat to your fingers. you pull them out to send a few frosty puffs of air to at least try to heat them up but it doesn't work; you can practically see the icicles grow from your nails.
"it's so cold." you comment, rubbing your hands together.
jeongin perks up at your voice instantly, looking over at the way your shoulders shiver and the weak attempt at warming yourself up. before he even realizes it, he's pulling off his own mittens. "where are your gloves?" he questions, no hints of mockery in his croaky voice.
"gave them to han." you comment, smiling softly, "lee know took his when they were fighting and he wouldn't stop whining about how he was going to have to get his fingers amputated, so i gave him mines."
jeongin can't help the smile making its way to his face at your selflessness. you were always like that, worrying about others before yourself. it was admirable but he wishes you didn't do it as much.
"what about your hands?" he questions, holding out his own pair to you. you kindly reject his offer, pushing away his hands as he tries to force them onto yours.
"what about them?" you retort, "i was keeping them busy, with all the movement it gave me enough warmth."
he can't help but roll his eyes. he gives one last attempt at taking your hands and lets out a little cheer when you relent and give them up. jeongin feels his eyes widen as he looks at the purple color nipping at your fingers, sure you'll get frostbite later. he quickly slides on the wool gloves (much faster than he would've liked- it would've been nice to hold your hands a little longer) and watches satisfied when you lean back on the bench with a relaxed sigh.
with your eyes closed, basking in the new warmth, the feeling of the snowflakes hit the bridge of your nose tickles as you try to brush them off. you can't help the childish giggles that escape you as you scrunch your nose in retaliation.
and jeongin can't help but watch.
all he wanted to do was deny, deny, deny his feelings for you.
he didn't want to complicate the relationship you had built up since you joined the group. he was the first person you talked to, he saw how anxious you were and did everything he could to make you feel comfortable, despite the fact that he was relatively new too and couldn't do much.
sure you were close with all the other members, but you and jeongin had a connection. something deep down that made your tummy hum and your head feel cloudy. every time he was near you he felt- cheesy enough- complete.
jeongin doesn't like you like that.
he couldn't.
"just friends." he thinks, watching as you turn to him with a smile that makes his heart hurt. "just friends."
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12.05.23 | 8:23 p.m;
it had been a couple days since you all went to the park and you can already feel the sickness creeping up your throat.
most of the tea in the house was gone due to the other 8 contracting colds left and right. so when you go into the cabinet to make you another fix it wasn’t surprise to see that the options were limited.
what was surprising was that your chamomile tea, which you bought for yourself only (and jeongin) was sat empty on the shelf.
“son of a-.” you start, turning back towards the rooms lined the hallway, “which one of you bitches drank my tea?”
“me, sorry,” a voice echoes down the hall, “i ran out of mine and yours was the only one that looked good.”
jisung.
“i lend you my gloves and this is how you repay me?” you shout back, opting for some black tea instead, turning on the stove. “just for that you have to do my chores for the next week!”
it’s silent for a concerning second, and then a loud, throaty cough, “girl, fuck you!”
before you could spit out a long winded response, full of curse words you didn’t even know could be strung together, a gentle hand was placed on your back.
“you need to relax, you’ll raise your blood pressure, grandma.”
you turn around and see jeongin standing there with a mask around his face. he’s clad in a matching tracksuit, it was a size too big so it hung off his shoulders, allowing you to see the tank strap he had on underneath.
good lord.
“i’m legit only a couple months older than you.” you retort, pointing a wooden spoon at his face, “not too much on me.”
he laughs and raises his hands in defense, “i apologize.” he does you a favor and starts to put water in the kettle, “if it’s really that serious, i could just go out and get more for you. you don’t have to kill han over it.”
you watch as he places the kettle on the stove and ignites the burner, “i would be doing lee know a favor.”
he laughs again and allows you to take over. “plus you’re sick too.” you add, watching steam slowly blow out of the hole, “i don’t want you to go out and take care of me when you’re in the same state. that ain’t right.”
jeongin says nothing for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. he doesn’t want to lay out all his cards on the table, his confession riddle with coughs and pit stops to wipe his nose. but he wants to say that he doesn’t care that’s he’s sick. that he’ll go back to a few days ago and give you the coat off his back if you asked.
to be honest, just like the gloves, you wouldn’t have to.
he’ll willingly give you anything. even the world if you truly wanted it.
ugh, cheesy.
he pulls out his phone and leans against the counter next to you, "if you wont let me get it, i'll just doordash it."
you perk up, "you can doordash tea?"
jeongin nods and grins, facing the app towards you were the jewel-osco section is pulled up, "uh-yeah? you didn't know that?"
you scoff, "no? i'm not a online food delivery freak like the rest of you."
"you say that until you're asking me to order you some take out at like one in the morning."
you roll your eyes and push him out the way jokingly. the kettle begin to whistle like felix trying to hit a high note and you pour the hot water into the mug. "watch it." you pull down another cup from the cabinet, "and please don't spend your money on me. save it for something better."
jeongin raises an eyebrow, "like what? more clothes?" he jokes, clicking place order. "it's fine. i like buying things for you. even if its something small." small was definitely not the right word after he just spent 10 dollars on a tiny box of packets.
you can't help the heat that rises to your cheeks and turn your back to him, finding sudden interest in the tea in front of you. "i'll pay you back later."
"no need." he says, voice coming out softer than he intended, "like i said, i like buying stuff for you." he watches as your hands pause putting the sachets in the mugs and takes over, "i got it."
you have to force the thank you out of your throat as you stare up at him. maybe its because you're sick, but the lightheaded feeling becomes intense and you have to grip the sides of the counter to stabilize yourself. you watch as his hands move with ease, adding the sugar, then the honey to each respective mug.
he says nothing more, but he doesn't need to really say anything. the intense look on his face voices his thoughts a lot more than he wanted to let on, just like a few days ago. something was on his mind, he just wasn't saying what.
"are you okay?" you ask gently, laying a hesitant hand on his mid-back. you can feel him tense underneath your touch for a spilt second and then his body relaxes. he looks towards you quickly, giving a stiff smile. he pushes the finished tea towards you, your hands incase the hot cup before the liquid can spill over.
"mhm." his fingers dance over the rim of his drink, "why wouldn't i be?"
"i dunno." you reply, "you just look...overwhelmed."
"well, i am sick." he smirks, pulling down his mask to his chin, "everything is a little overwhelmed right now."
you shove him lightly, careful of the cup in his hands, "you know that's not what i mean!" he laughs, "but...you do know you can talk to me right? like, you know i wont judge, right?"
he knows that, in a million years, that you were never critical to his feelings. for as long as he could remember the two of you were going to each other for problems that you couldn't solve alone. but this was a different feeling. and if he were to tell you, he could be ruining a relationship that took a long time to build up. why ruin that rapport for something like a silly crush?
but he couldn't help but wonder if you felt the same? there had been many times where some of the other boys said that you felt the same, even though it wasn't there business to get involved (they do not care). but jeongin knew how they could be. spreading misinterpreted lies to egg on something that most likely isn't true in the first place. they had a tendency to mix up words so why would now be any different?
he's spent all of this time convincing himself that what he felt for you wasn't crush like behaviors. just a good friend looking out for another.
but friends dont get jealous when the other holds another's hand. friends dont get jealous when the other gives another more attention. friends dont have the urge to take them on dates, or have their contact be more than platonic, or to kiss the other.
maybe hyunjin has a point, maybe he does like you.
jeongin feels that if his heart continues on like this, it could stop at any moment. "death by seemingly unrequited love." would look hella embarrassing on his tombstone.
out of all the situation he has been alone with you, why did his heart and mind choose now to tell you? maybe it's the sickness making him vulnerable but he feels a rush of confidence surge through his veins.
"actually," he starts, a nervous shake rattles his vocal cords. he refuses to make eye contact with you, finding interest in his scorching hot cup, "there is something i need to tell you."
you posture immediately straightens and you place down your mug, giving him your undivided attention. usually he loves it, now its burdensome, "oh? what is it?"
the tea shakes under his hold and he mentally curses it for exposing his fear. he wants to do it so bad, it'll be okay, he tries to convince himself. just let it out.
"i've been trying to convince myself for a while that what i feel isn't true but i think i should tell you now."
you nod, urging him to go on.
he takes a deep breath, he isn't trying to stall but the way his insides buckle is making it hard to find the words.
he started it, now he just has to finish.
"y/n, I...," he pauses, "y/n I lik-" before he can get it out there's a big crash coming from down the hall. heavy footsteps stop at the kitchens entrance and lee know stands there covered in bubbles.
"what the hell happened?" you comment, rushing over to him while holding back a laugh. he looks like the pillsbury dough boy standing there eagle spread.
lee know coughs and you swear you see several suds fly from his mouth. "seungmin. i'll kill him, i swear i will."
you let out a laugh and brush the soap from his shoulders. it takes you a second to remember but when you do you turn back around to look at jeongin, "i'm so sorry what were you saying?" you start to say only to find the tea he was drinking abandoned on the counter.
"jeongin?"
jeongin barely hears you call out his name as he rushes down the hall and towards his room. he can't help the tears that brim in his eyes and he starts to feel pathetic wiping them away.
what the hell was he thinking? admitting he liked you was hard enough on himself, so why did he think admitting it to you was a good idea?
as he sits on his bed, he can't help but feel a piece of him gone. you most likely didn't know where he was getting at, you didn't know that he was confessing to you in that moment. but the embarrassment of him understanding his words were worse. there was no way he could face you after that. for his own dignity.
as he cries he can't help but think;
it's always different, i am the one in love.
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The Line (Port Mafia!Dazai x Port Mafia!Reader)
Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Reader
Description: Something is there, but if they both pretend it isn't, then everything is okay.
Warnings: Angsty but also more fluff than angst I think, mafia stuff, bomb talk, its Dazai so double suicide mentioned once. Sex also mentioned in passing like once. I think that is it, please correct me if I am wrong.
Word Count: 1,262
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A/N so i found a screenshot of this tumblr post of this quote on pinterest and besties,, I am running with it. I will add the quote in at the end.
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Was it his hand on the small of her back? Was it the feeling of his whispered breaths against the shell of her ear? When had the line been crossed, if it had been crossed at all? Neither really seemed to know where it had even been drawn in the first place. Perhaps that was the trouble with it all.
Danger was a part of life for those unlucky enough to call themselves members of Yokohama's notorious Port Mafia. It was the only constant, in Y/n's eyes. Well, danger and Dazai, but they were kind of one in the same, weren't they?
"Belladonna."
The same low, constant hum. She looked up from her desk.
Dazai stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with an aloof air. He'd grown quite a bit in the two years since she had met him. She supposed she must have grown as well but, somehow, he still seemed to be exactly the same. It was the calculating quality of his gaze. It was the smirk, the way the light glinted off his hair.
"That's new."
Y/n gestured towards the man with the end of the pen she grasped in her hand. Almost without thought, he raised a hand of his own to the bandage on his left cheek.
"I suppose it is."
They were never supposed to have even met one another in the first place. Their jobs were ones that should have pulled them far apart from each other's graces. He was an executive, after all, and she was just a lowly clerk. She dealt with numbers, paying off people who needed paying off, covering up the footprints of great men like him. He was supposed to send his subordinates to deal with her. That was what everyone else always did. Dazai wasn't like everyone else though, was he.
"I've got something for you." he stated, straightening up and taking a few steps into the room, his hands firmly in the pockets of his coat.
Y/n raised her eyebrows.
"What is it, another job?"
"A present."
Dazai pulled a box from his pocket, snapping it down on top of the work Y/n had splayed out over the desk's surface before her. It was large and flat. She eyed it suspiciously.
"It wont bite."
"You do."
"I said it, didn't I?"
"What is it, a bomb? Think it would be funny to watch me struggle to deal with something like that?"
"Don't give me any ideas." Dazai playfully replied.
"Is it full of anthrax? I have already told you, I have no interest in committing a double suicide."
"Just open it."
The Mafia was a dangerous place, those who worked there lead dangerous lives. There was no denying the living, breathing thing between Y/n and Dazai but... there was no place for such a creature here. Besides, neither of them would know what to do about it if there was. They had both forgotten how to be gentle long ago, were unsure if it had ever been in their nature in the first place. All that was left was the sharpness.
Hesitantly, Y/n picked the dark red box up and opened the lid. Nestled in the black velvet of the interior was a necklace. It was old, an antique locket of sorts with a few flowers engraved on its oval front.
"Nightshade." she commented.
"Made me think of you, Belladonna."
That was one of the things that helped tow the line, the invisible and complex line. Y/n never called Dazai anything other than his last name and Dazai only referred to her as 'Belladonna.' At first, the name had irritated her. It had felt like a denial of her personhood, her individuality. That was before she had known there had been a line to cross at all. She was older now, wiser. She looked back up at him.
"How sweet." she bitterly replied.
Dazai smiled his lazy smile in response. A girl could give up everything for a smile like that, even her life. Y/n wouldn't though. If she was willing to, that was mean it was all lost. They would have crossed the line long ago, if that were true. They couldn't have that. The line was what kept them safe, kept hem sheltered, kept them. He closed the distance, stepping up beside her in the space behind her desk.
"Here."
Long, slender fingers snaked around the locket's delicate chain, pulling it from its bed. Y/n's breath caught in her throat as his fingers brushed against the back of her neck, securing the necklace. It felt heavy against her chest, a foriegn weight that seemed to cut right through her skin to her bones below. Gently, he slipped a hand under her chin, tilting her face up to him.
"Perfect." he hummed.
Had they already crossed it? Was it too late? If so, what had been the deciding factor? Was it the late nights up on the roof, talking till the sun rose? Was it the knocks at her door at odd hours? Had it been their legs tangled together beneath the covers night after night, no sex required?
"Thank you."
What needed to happen, what change had to occur for them to be able to say the words that echoed in the backs of their minds?
Dazai's hand lingered on her face for a moment longer. Y/n mourned the warmth of his touch as he dragged his fingers from her.
"I have to go."
Y/n sighed, turning back to her messy desk.
"The work of a Mafioso is never complete, is it."
A statement, not a question. Dazai let out a light laugh in agreement. Y/n picked her pen back up, listening intently to his footsteps as he crossed back over to the door. At the sound of a pause, a hesitation in the pattern, she looked back up.
"Same time same place?"
She smiled. Tonight, the kitchens. Stolen food, stolen time. Stolen kisses too most likley.
"Yeah."
Belladonna. Something poisonous, something detrimental. Something completely and entirely his, if he was brave enough to take her. Dazai wasn't so sure he was, not right now at any rate. Dazai was a man who didn't like uncertainties. In fact, he avoided them at all nearly costs. He didn't know if the day would ever come when the bravery or the assurance would arrive. With things as they were now, it felt inevitable. A ticking bomb, a precariously placed glass. One wrong move, and everything would shatter.
With a curt nod, he disappeared back out into the hallway. Y/n listened to his footsteps against the carpet of the hall as he retreated, picturing the way he must look in the moment, wondering where he was off to.
The line was there, the brick wall between them. They both knew it. How far was too far? Was it holding hands as they walked down the street, checking to make sure no one could see? They already did that. They already did a lot of things. Maybe... maybe the line would dissolve when the fear left or, maybe, when it felt more manageable, they would be able to cross it, if they hadn't already.
How far was too far?
Y/n reached her hand up to her chest, fingering the cool silver of the locket where it hung at her collar. Maybe, just maybe, they had gone to far already. Maybe the world was already falling down around them, they just hadn't noticed it yet.
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Alright, I just thought of something really dirty so it's okay if u don't want to write and ignore it - but imagine being the perfect slut for some My Hero Academia guys 👀
Like, always being available for them to use your body, no matter what day or time it is. To the point where they got addicted to you and don't want any other pussy but yours, where their favorite topic of conversation is about how good you feel and how you're always tight despite getting fucked every day, whether it's just for a single cock, two or all at once.
I think it would be interesting if you write short drabbles for each guy, for example:
Monday, 7:30 PM: Doggy style with Kaminari while he films it
Wednesday, 9:21 PM: Spend hours sucking Kirishima's monster cock
Friday, 6:10 AM: Nothing better than starting the day that morning sex with Monoma after fucking you just last night
Sunday, 11:45 PM: The weekend ends and deserves to end with rough sex in a threesome with Todoroki and Bakugo
And so with the boys that you want and the ideas that comes to your mind :) sorry for my english btw and thanks! 🌝
Ok! this will be a multiple part thing, it wont be quick, ill just kind of do it when im not tired (im always tired). but! here is part one! Sundayyyy, with bakugou and Todoroki (i kept alternated between shoto and Todoroki so my baaaad)
Content warning(s): Cunnilingus, Kinda Poly? idk they all like you, Threesomes, Face fucking, Dacryphilia, throat fucking, wrote this at 3AM, so don't expect mind blowing (get it?) smut.
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Ah, Sunday...
A rather relaxing day, if you said so yourself, no classes, nothing to do all day. Maybe for you that was true, but Todoroki was in a bit of a pickle, and if Todoroki has a problem, he's going to make it someone else's.
That “someone else” happened to be Bakugou.
This is always how it starts, todoroki gets horny, so he riles up some other friend of his, and then they both come to you, this time he managed to work up Bakugou enough to come see you.
You knew exactly how he did it, too.
He would sit next to someone in the common room, and talk about tons of downright disgusting things he would do to you, he knows they’ll always agree with him, to take you apart with him.
Sure Shoto was oblivious about many things, the effect he had on others, more or less. But he wasn't oblivious about the effect his words had on the other guys in the dorms. All he had to do was say something with pretty packaging, involving you in some way, and Midoriya was already packing a boner and ready to come see you, or Kaminari was already stalking his way towards your room, and Bakugou was already stomping in front of him to get to your door,
To say you could hear them coming from a mile away was an understatement.
Which is why you should have expected to be bent over by someone like him. Like bakugou.
He was hogging you, but Shoto didn't seem to mind, content to scheme while Bakugou marked and prepared you. He was planning to have you take both of them in some way, he just needed a minute to think is all.
The second he was done with your back, biting it up and leaving evidence of himself all over you, he flipped you over to mark up that pretty throat of yours, licking and sucking up the column of your neck.
The noises were obscene and purposeful, he wanted you to hear how much of a mess he was making of your skin, he wanted you to hear the marks, not just see them.
Bakugou began to let up, taking a breather as Todoroki took the chance to hog you for himself, Bakugou scoffing at his eagerness.
Todoroki kissed over top of bakugou’s marks, soothed them with the kiss of a sweetheart, Shoto had a way of ruining you without making it look like he was, he could be destroying you, leaving you no room to do anything but hiccup and cry as he shushed you into a whimpering mess, and as long as he smiled like that, it would look like he was doing nothing wrong,and could do no wrong.
He could blow up a village on live TV and cover it with a smile, and everyone would convince themselves it was CGI, despite having been there to witness it.
He began to undress you, his lips ghosting over your body, over each piece of skin revealed, his hands running up your sides, sliding the shirt off of you, the more your stomach was revealed the further his lips followed, finishing the route with a kiss on your abdomen.
He didn't want you to look away from him, was he staring this whole time?
He never broke his gaze, not even as Bakugou slid his frame beside you to kiss at your neck, not liking being left out. Not even as he slipped his lithe fingers into your waistband and pulled down, not even as his tongue poked out to taste his prize, only ever closing once he got what he wanted.
His mouth closed around his tongue. Around your clit.
The moan that left you is always what he chases after.
Bakugou did want you to forget about him, so if you had his cock in your mouth, that would make it impossible for you to forget he's here, since you seem so enamored with ‘Icy-hot’ over there. He grumbled, getting his hips in your face, he palmed himself through his pants at your moans, he almost felt bad for Todoroki, he was going to have to muffle you. Almost.
He reached into his pants, tugging his painfully erect cock out, never stopping the slow strokes of his hand.
He threw his head back as he stroked himself in front of your face, his head rolling to the side, leering at you through his lashes.
“Open”
Was all he had to say for you to immediately obey as best as you could while todoroki ate like an animal. Bakugou slid his cock into your mouth slowly feeling the slickness of you mouth, leaving a moan falling from his lips as he advanced into your throat, slamming in so suddenly and without warning, you gagged and teared up, that pretty glittery look in your eyes, all because of him, it had precum dripped from his tip just looking at you.
He thrusted into your throat, shaking your body- pushing you into Todoroki, into his mouth.
You were so close, so, so close.
But then Todoroki stopped, a satisfied sigh falling from his lips, like a job well done.
That smile was back as he started leaning over you, watching you take Bakugou's cock up close as Shoto fiddled with his belt, seemingly in no rush to get it off.
He wanted you to hear him taking it off as best you could, he wanted to make you heat up in anticipation, maybe even in fear. As long as you linked it to him.
His belt clinked and clanked against itself as he undid it, leaning back, retreating with his hand sliding down your body as he left your face, he was going to need both hands for this.
Bakugou on one end, and he on the other, this was just too perfect.
His cock springing free, seemingly magnetizing towards your pussy, you could barely see shoto as bakugou used your face like a fleshlight, but shoto didn't mind, he wanted to keep you as oblivious as possible, this would do.
He walked up, placing a hand on your hips and immediately pushing inside of you, your eyes blown wide as you didn't expect him of all people to be so sudden with you, not even giving you a second of rest, he places both of his hands on your hips and snaps his hips as he pulls you back and forth on his cock, forcing you to meet in the middle.
Your moans were muffled by Bakugou and the sound of his balls slapping against your face, and todoroki slipping in and out of your pussy, making sure he was absolutely relentless with his hips.
His hands moving from your hips to your waist as he tries to ground himself, his eyes squeezing closed as you squeezed his cock lifeless, milking him for all he's worth,
He knew he was gonna cum soon, Bakugou was too.
You'd already came, Shoto knew that, that's why he kept going.
To see the whites of your eyes get bigger and bigger as your pupils rolled into the back of your head, unable to think as they both used you for everything you had, as they fucked their feelings into you.
He almost didn't want to stop even after he came, Bakugou didn't either.
Bakugou didn't want those other extras to have their turn with you, they didn't deserve you like he did. The thought made his hips snap faster and his head roll.
But he knew they all had to share.
You could barely think of them as you were reduced to brain mush, all except what the others had in store for Monday.
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bonbonchocolates · 3 months
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Revenge
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Yandere Jungkook x Reader ft. Namjoon
Summary: When he decides to avenge his brother.........
Warnings: yandere jungkook, kidnapping, mentions of s**cide, torturing, non-con, smut (not descriptive), mentions of bullying, death of major characters
A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.
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Y/N POV:
I was walking back home from school with my friends when I heard someone calling my name. I turned around to find my neighbour, Namjoon standing there.
"Can I talk to you?"
I looked at him in confusion. Why does wants to talk to me? Did I do something wrong?
"I-I p-romise I w-wont waste your time."
He shuttered and looked everywhere except at me. Maybe he thought I was thinking something else.
"You can."
As the words left my mouth, a beautiful smile made its way to Namjoon's. This is my first time seeing him smile. He should smile like this more often.
"Y/N I wanted to let you know that I like you very much. The first time I saw you I fell in love with you. You are perfect in every aspect. I wanted to confess my feelings a long time ago but didn't have that courage. Will you be my girlfriend? I understand if you don't feel the same."
As soon as the words left his mouth my heartbeat increased. I have had a small crush on him for months. I didn't think he would like me as I am a lot younger than him.
"Namjoon I-"
Before I could say anything I heard my friends laughing. Whats so funny that made them laugh?
"What a nice joke?"
Lia said and continued laughing. I looked at my friends with confusion written all over my face.
"How can you expect her to be your girlfriend?"
Yubin said mocking Namjoon. I got an idea about what they are trying to do to him. I need to stop them.
"Y/N has everything, looks, money and most importantly brains and look at you, good for nothing. How can you think Y/N will be the girlfriend of someone so ugly and poor? There are many boys who have a crush on Y/N and are better than you. So you better get lost, you already wasted so much of our time."
I silently watched Hyejin insulting Namjoon and I could do nothing. If I take Namjoon's side they will turn against me and bully me in the school and I don't want that. But I need to protect Namjoon from them.
"Guys let's go."
I said so that they leave Namjoon alone and luckily it worked. With a last glance at him I started to walk towards home with my friends following me. I felt bad for Namjoon. He didn't deserve that, I better apologise to him tomorrow when my friends are not lingering around.
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Namjoon's POV:
I cried silently while looking at the disappearing figure of Y/N. This is the first time in love when I fell in love with someone. I regretted my decision to confess my feelings.
I really felt humiliated. If she doesn't like me then she could politely say it. What was the need of all this? I was hurt at her friends insults. They were right how can I girl like Y/N like me?
But the thing that hurt me the most was Y/N watching her friends humiliating me while doing nothing. I thought she was different from others but guess what she is the same.
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Author's POV:
You went to Namjoon's house the next day and didn't find him there so you returned back home. You were getting impatient to apologise to him. You everyday visited his house but he was never at home.
A month passed this way and like everyday you visited Namjoon's home today. You found the door locked from outside. Where is Namjoon? Just then you saw the old lady who was the owner of the house Namjoon stayed in coming downstairs.
"Ajumma"
You called her grabbing attention. She looked towards you with a smile on her face.
"Yes my daughter."
"Can I ask you where Namjoon is?"
As soon as she heard his name her smile disappeared. There was a sad expression on her face. You wonder why?
"Poor child committed suicide almost three three weeks ago. He-"
The ground beneath you slipped from your feet as soon as you heard her words. Namjoon committed suicide but why?
"You are lying right? NAMJOON IS NOT DEAD."
You yelled at her, not caring about anything. She is lying, Namjoon is not dead, he can't be. As much as you know him he'll never do something like that.
"Calm down, calm down my daughter."
(A/N: Grandma Hobi 😂)
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4 Years Later:
You were walking to the nearby convenience store as you ran out of food supplies. It was late night so you decided it would be better if you just grab a packet of ramen for dinner.
These four years have been really tough for you. Moving over Namjoon was hard. You felt like it was all because of you, Namjoon died. After losing him you realised that you didn't have a crush on him but you loved him. You left your friends when you heard that they bullied him at your absence. You even left your family because-
Just then you felt footsteps behind you. You turned back and found no one there. You continued walking when you felt someone pressing a cloth over your face. You stared to feel dizzy and soon unconsciousness greeted you.
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When you woke up you found yourself in a dark room. Your hands were tied to the headboard of the bed, you laid in. You tried to free yourself but it was of no luck. Soon you heard the sound of the door opening.
A handsome and well built man entered in. He was glaring at you like he'll kill you anytime. His entire presence screamed danger. You were literally shivering just from his mere presence. You had no idea what he is about to do to you.
"You're awake, good. Now the fun will begin."
What fun is he talking about? What is he going to do to you? You saw him going towards the cupboard. He soon grabbed something and came towards you. The thing which he had looked like a whip. You were completely terrified after seeing that.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing much just getting my Hyung's revenge."
Revenge- what?
"Plea-"
Before you could say anything he whipped you. You cried out in pain. You didn't get the time to even breath properly when he whipped you again. You wanted to run from there but couldn't because both your hands and legs were tied.
This way he whipped you many times. You are now a crying mess. You sreamed at him to let you go but he didn't listen and enjoyed seeing you in pain.
"I want to kill you right now but first I should put your hot body to a better use."
After two hours of continuous rape, you were tired. He was too rough on you, he showed no mercy. You whole body was covered with bruises and cuts. You lower region was bleeding. You had no idea what you did for him to treat you this way.
"It's time for you to say goodbye to the world."
He said with a sickening smile. He put a wire around your neck and started chocking you. You started struggling against his hold. Soon he found you stopped breathing. He smiled in victory. He was finally happy to take his Hyung's revenge. Now his Hyung's soul can rest in peace.
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Jungkook's POV:
After killing Y/N, I got rid of her dead body. I made sure that no one will have any idea about her disappearance. This was even more easy as I know Y/N lives alone and has no friends. So the chances of people looking for her is negligible.
I bought a bouquet of white rose which was Hyung's favourite. I smiled at the memory of him, now he can finally rest in peace as I got rid of the girl because of whom he died. I decided to pay his grave a visit.
As soon as I arrived at the graveyard, I went towards Hyung's grave and placed the bouquet of flowers and sat down right there.
"How are you Hyung? I hope you are good there. I finally got your revenge. I am sure you will be proud of your little brother."
After that I headed to Y/N's home. I have no idea why I want to go there. As soon I arrived there, I felt a ting of pain in my heart. I don't know why I regret killing her. I feel like I have done something wrong.
The house was totally empty like I expected. There was a sense of loneliness in the house. I explored the house in search of something valuable. I know she is from a rich family. My financial situation is not good these days so if I find something here I can sell and earn some money.
Although this was not my intention to come here, but if I came here I should put this opportunity to a good use. Even if I don't find anything valuable I can stay here. So that I will not have to live in that old warehouse anymore.
I went to her bedroom and went towards the cupboard. I'm sure I may find something valuable there. I opened the cupboard and found a locker inside. It had a password system to unlock it. How am I supposed to open it?
I touched the locker and it opened itself. That means it was unlocked. How can this girl be so stupid? I opened it in hope to find something expensive but all my hope went to vain when I saw nothing except a small diary kept there. I took it out and opened it.
June 21
A new neighbour moved in the house right opposite to ours yesterday. I never write about new neighbours in my diary but guess what he is special. He is so handsome. I think I have a crush on him.
June 30
Kim Namjoon, yes that's the name of the hot neighbour. I now really want to be Mrs. Kim Y/N. Oh God what am I even writing? If my parents or brother sees this they are surely gonna kill me.
July 13
Namjoon Oppa looked at me. I'm so happy this is the first time he looked at me. I can't express my happiness in words.
September 1
I really want to confess my feelings to Namjoon but I'm not confident enough. I'm sure he'll not feel the same.
October 13
Today Namjoon Oppa confessed to me and asked me to become his girlfriend. I was on cloud nine when he said that. I never expected him to feel the same for me. I wanted to say yes. But guess what I was not able to say anything. My friends insulted him and I just stood there and watched it. I'm such a bad person. I'll try to apologise him on my friends behalf tomorrow.
October 19
For so many days I'm am trying to apologise to Namjoon Oppa but he is never at home. It's been almost a week since I didn't see him. I just hope he is okay.
December 4
I went in search of Namjoon Oppa but got to know that he committed suicide. I can't believe that he is no longer with us. So badly I want it to be a nightmare but sadly it's not. I have no idea why he took such a big step. Is it because of me? If it's because of me I'll never be able to forgive myself.
December 30
Today I got to know that my so called friends bullied Namjoon behind my back and I had no idea. So I broke our friendship. I also got to know that Namjoon didn't committe suicide but he was murdered. Yes, he was murdered and the killer is none other than my own elder brother. I trusted him with my life and he killed the person I loved. I hate my brother and I want Namjoon to get his revenge. But I can't do anything because I don't have any proof against him and even if I had he would easily get out of prison. Even my parents supported him. How helpless I am?
I broke down after reading the diary. The diary fell from my hand. What did I do? I killed my love.
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Flashback:
There is a girl whom I have a crush on. Her name is Y/N but I'm afraid to confess to her because I fear she will reject me. So I watched her from afar.
I transferred to a high school in another city and lost connections with her. I then got to know that Namjoon Hyung likes a girl and it was none other than Y/N. After hearing that I was a bit sad because she was my crush first but was happy for my Hyung.
Then I got to know about Namjoon Hyung's death and got the letter where he wrote about Y/N and her friends humiliating him when he confessed to her. So I assumed that she was the reason why my Hyung committed suicide and decided to take revenge from her.
End of Flashback
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It took years to find her out. I was so happy to find her so that I can finally take Hyung's revenge. I didn't want to kill her because I still loved her but was blinded by revenge.
I wanted to take Hyung's revenge so badly that I killed Y/N. When she was innocent. It was actually her brother who killed my Hyung not her.
I don't deserve to live after killing an innocent person. I wiped my tears and went towards the window which was wide open. Without wasting time I jumped from there.
The last thing I saw was people gathering around me before I closed my eyes forever.
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yall ready for a gender journey post..
so yall could probably guess i grew up a cis girl. i didnt start questioning my gender until high school after i broke up with my first boyfriend which kind of freed me up to explore my identity as my own person for the first time. around age like 16 was when i first started identifying as trans, and at the time that meant a binary trans guy
after a couple years of getting comfortable exploring my gender i decided hey maybe im actually not a binary trans guy but instead nonbinary. still transmasc and guy leaning but not quite all the way anymore. this became a trend for the next loooong while, getting closer to the androgynous part of the spectrum as time went on
then in recent years (maybe about 5 years ago ish) i started to lean more towards femininity. this is significant for me because growing up i was always opposed to it--i hated wearing dresses, i hated putting on makeup, anything "girly" appalled me and i didnt know why. i ended up thinking its because i WASNT a girl, and thats why i was so uncomfortable with everything to do with being a girl. i rejected it so hard because it just wasnt me.
after living with eden for a while i got even more comfortable exploring the feminine part of myself. i started wearing dresses and skirts and actually ENJOYED it; i started painting my nails and wearing earrings again; i even grew my hair out to my shoulderblades (yeah thats where its at now LOL). ive even started using she/her alongside they/them. and im actually enjoying these things??? it feels like after all these years im finally able to reclaim them because i feel like im finally able to be comfortable with my gender--how my gender feels to ME, not to everyone else.
that was the problem when i was growing up--i was trapped in everyone else's perception of my gender and what it "should" be. i was trapped into a box that was made by everyone else's idea of what i SHOULD look like, what i SHOULD wear, what i SHOULD act like, etc. and it took me until age 26 to fully realize that my gender is what i want it to be, not what everyone else wants.
i dont have to be a guy to want facial hair and a flat chest and a low voice. loving pink and dresses and cute things and makeup and jewelry doesnt inherently mean im a girl. pronouns, features, clothes, even names dont inherently mean youre one gender or another. your gender is defined by you and only you and nobody should be able to put you into a box and define your gender for you.
..having said all this, im starting to explore my gender further, and im slowly coming to the POSSIBLE conclusion that i might come back around to being cis (albeit gnc). nothing would really change about me except the label tbh. if i do end up coming to that conclusion i will be very bummed about leaving the trans community, but i wont feel any less attached to it, as ive spent literally half my life as part of it. i understand what its like to be trans and to love myself as my most authentic self, and thats why im considering this possiblity!
identifying as a lesbian kind of pushed me in this direction as well--i cant remember the last time i felt truly comfortable and happy with a label regarding my orientation.. like ya damn. maybe i am a girl who likes girls LOL. it just feels right and natural for me personally??? its crazy. i love women. if youre a woman i love you no matter the flavor. i love my wife more than all of you though sorry <3
but god please dont take this as me being like "oh trans people just need to get comfortable with their gender and theyll realize theyre cis" that is a bullshit take and i am not saying that. this is strictly my own experience and journey! i am 100% not speaking for every trans person and you shouldnt either.
but ya. dan cis era???? we'll see. no official statement just yet but i just wanted to let yall know where im at in my ~gender journey~. until i confirm anything please still view me as a nonbinary girlthing! <3
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Love In The Form Of Paper
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male!reader
Summary: Spencer tries to teach his best friend how to make an origami heart- but y/n still struggles
Warnings: Possible swearing, lemme know if there's anything else!
Flufftober day 13: Learning a craft
A/N: this idea is my favorite <3 (also sry its kinda short)
The stars twinkled behind the large glass windows of the BAU while spencer reid and Y/n L/n sat together, hunched over Spencers desk. 
“ok- try it again- you can do it.”
spencer had been trying to teach Y/n how to make a paper heart for the last 30 minutes- and failing for the last 30 minutes aswell. Each time a fold would be off or a step would be missed and it would end up a creased mess of paper. 
“this is like my 20th try spence! i think we just have to accept that it wont happen.”
“16th try-“
“16th try!”
Y/ns tone was mocking when he responded to spencers correction but spencer just laughed- the pair had been friends for so long spencer knew y/n meant no harm. Y/n sighed and grabbed another piece of paper from spencers stash in his desk. 
"Ok, so first you make the creases.." 
y/ns lips were parted in focus, and his eyes were narrowed on the page in front of him. 
"Yup.. make sure crease them well!" 
Spencer was leaning over y/ns should- determined to help him get it right. 
"I know I know! Stop breathing down my neck Spence!"
Spencer's cheeks warmed and he pulled away from y/n slightly, trying- and failing to move his hands over y/ns to guide him, losing the confidence each time. 
"Wait what do I do next-"
Y/n looked up at Spencer helplessly, hoping for help from his best friend. Spencer pulled his desk chair over, plopping down next to y/n to help him. 
"Ok so you've folded the halves together, good- and now you fold up the corner pieces- like this"
Spencer took the piece of paper from y/ns hands and took each bottom corner and folded it to meet the crease in the middle. Y/n watched intently- eyes trained on Spencer's hands- definitely not because he found them attractive.  No it was because he wanted to really make sure he got it right, that's why. Definitely not anything else.
"Here." 
Spencer held out the now evenly folded piece of paper that now resembled a pixel heart. Y/n reached out to retrieve the piece of paper from Spencer's grip and when he reached Spencer's hand their fingers touched, y/ns fingers unintentionally caressed Spencer's-
Causing them both to blush. Though neither acknowledged it. 
"Ok- now I flip it and fold the edges like little triangles-"
Spencer nodded his approval at y/ns actions as he flipped it and presented it to him. Although slightly wonky and wrinkled the piece of paper still resembled a heart. 
"Y/n you got it! That's all the steps- you did it!" 
"I did? I did!"
Spencer picked up y/n and hugged him tight, laughing in excitement. Y/n had always been Spencer's exception when it came to physical touch. When the laughs died out Spencer touched y/n back to the floor. When they both realized what had just happened the pair went red with Spencer stuttering out an apology. 
"S-sorry I didn't mean to do that- I got carried away and-and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable-" 
Spencer was cut off by y/n when he said
"Spence- it's okay, I didn't mind, I actually kind of enjoyed it..." 
"Oh. Oh-"
With his second repetition of the word Spencer's tone changed to a more excited- happy manor.
The End
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river13245 · 5 months
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The Last time (Tony Stark x Reader)
Angst, no happy ending
Warning: Alcohol and Tony being an ass kinda
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This was not part of the plan, nor the agenda for the night. You hadnt planned on going out and getting drunk. However when Thor and Natasha both came up to you telling you that you should go with them to the bar, you couldn't just say no.
What you didn't expect was Natasha to participate in a drinking game with Thor. The both of them had a much higher tolerance than you, since Natasha drinks more than you do. Then with Thor being an actual god his tolerance is so high that you think he will drink up the whole supply. But when they started asking you to join the game and taunting who were you to say no. If you were anything...its competitive.
Thor and Natasha both had a higher tolerance than you since you didn't drink much. It also doesn't help that Thor was a literal god and Natasha drank at every party Tony threw..which was quite often.
So after an hour or two you were drunk while they were only tipsy.
Even in your drunk state you knew this was a bad idea but before you could stop what you were doing you had knocked on Tony's front door. Tony and you had an off and on relationship. The problem was he couldn't ever just commit to you.
Before you could turn to leave, the door opened and their stood tony wiping off his hands with a wrag and wearing his sweatpants and a tank top. He then looks at you "y/n"
"Tony" you said softly, Your eyes were red and wer leaning against the doorframe. "are you drunk" he asks and you shake your head but instantly regret it
He sighs "I thought we both said that we wouldnt see each other anymore." You steady yourself against the door and cross your arms glaring at him. "Yes I know that you said that..i just..I know this is a bad idea but can you please just hold me for a minute."
He nods and wraps his arms around your waist pulling you close to him. Your face rests against his neck and arms wrap around his torso. This is all you have ever wanted, all you have ever wanted was him.
You were getting lost into the moment that when he pulled away you had to force yourself not to frown. He pulls his phone out "im calling you a cab so you get home safe" you nod
Once you got home you climbed into bed and thought about all the times you would go back to each other. You always knew it would end the same way but it was like routine. It wasn't ideal but you get used to it after a while
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A month or so goes by and you had promised yourself you wouldn't go back to Tony. You had been able to keep things professional between the both of you. Everything seemed to be going fine until one night you heard a knock on your door.
You were in your pajamas watching a Disney movie when you heard the knock. The only people who ever came to your place was Natasha or Thor so when you opened the door you didn't expect to see Tony.
Especially the state he was in. Tony looked as if he had been crying, his hair was a mess and you could smell the alcohol he had been drinking. "Tony" you said in a soft voice not wanting to speak to loudly.
He placed his hands on your upper arms and looks at you "y/n I am so sorry for the way our relationship is. You mean the world to me and I don't know why I cant change for you. But I want to, I really do."
As he speaks you smell the alcohol and you know this isn't really him talking. This is how it always goes, you let him into your heart over and over again just to watch him go again. It never gets easier. He never sees the way you ache for him to love you for longer than a few days before he leaves again.
Placing my hands on the sides of your face I kiss your cheek and I repeat the words I always tell him. "its always been you Tony, I wish you would see that"
He looks at me and nods but I say something else. Something new that I haven't said before. "this is the last time I let you through my door" He kisses my lips before pulling away "this is the last time, I wont hurt you anymore."
You knew how this was going to end. But you figured why not one more time. A little love now is better than none at all right?
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How wrong you were, you had told yourself you wouldn't let it hurt you. Not anymore but when you woke one morning to find Tony packing his bag and grabbing his keys it still hurt just like all those times before. "Tony"
He freezes before turning to look at you. "y/n". Looking at him as tears fill your eyes you nod "There's someone else isn't there?" Tony refuses to look at you for a moment and that's all the confirmation you needed.
"I'm tired of asking to be the one you want. When time and time again you leave and break my heart in a blink of an eye" The hurt in your voice is very noticeable and he walks closer to you and says "I wont hurt you anymore" before placing a kiss to your cheek and walks out of the house. Leaving you behind for the last time.
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snow-143 · 7 months
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Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook
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one- pilot (1.7k words)
Jeon Jungkook. The man that everybody wants, the man that knows this and loves the attention. On campus everybody knows him as Kook. However, I know him as Kookie, or I suppose my Kookie if were being critical. 
He's never told anyone this and neither have I. A well kept secret that only we know here. Of course when I go back home for holidays everybody asks about him, how he's getting on and if were still close. 
The truth is we haven't spoke since the last day of high school, but I keep up the act, answering their prying questions with a soft smile on my face. He's doing good, I usually answer. I'm not lying, from what I can tell he is doing good, amazing even if you look at it from the college dream perspective. 
No one ever asks how I'm doing, they're just curious about the towns golden boy who disappeared the second school was out. Never returning during any breaks from college life. He simply just up and left. Not even savings a second to say goodbye to anyone, except for me. 
I cant tell if this was worse or better, it kind of gave me a false sense of hope, he said goodbye to me and no one else, surely that means something. It didn't. 
In a way I'm kind of glad that they're only curious about him, you see when they ask how he is I don't have to lie, it may not be a full truth but its not a lie. If they asked how I am though, the smile would be far too forced, a toothy one that I am all too conscious of. 
The first time I was returning home I had over thought my replies far too much, only to realise no one cared anyway. I was always Jeons best friend, the hopeless girl who would follow him around with hearts in her eyes, much like a lost puppy. Never my own person, never anyone to be concerned about. Even my mother loved Jeon more. He was the son she never had. The golden child she had always wanted. 
I suspect that she knows I don't talk to him anymore, the depression I fell into after he left was far too telling. Yet she still asks about him, still insists on me taking extra food back to college with me in case he isn't eating properly. She always packs all of his favourite foods, never mine. Never anything I ask for. 
It was a shock to  me when I realised he went to the same school as me. I was overjoyed. Thinking that it must have been fate, destiny had brought us back together. 
That hope died along with my lingering feelings for him when we bumped into each other and he acted like I didn't exist. Just some random girl on campus who couldn't watch where she was going. 
I still remember the pain in my chest when he scowled at me, I could distantly hear some girls snickering at my audacity to bump into 'the Jeon Jungkook'. But it was all muted out by the sound of his heavy footsteps walking away from me. Walking right into the arms of the prettiest girl I have ever seen. 
Her name is Jennie. I've come to learn that she's not only gorgeous but also smart and the sweetest person you'll ever meet. She's honestly perfect. God. I'd date her if I could. But she's only got eyes for Jungkook. 
If I'm being honest, and get over the childish resentment I have towards the idea they'd be the perfect couple. The thing with Jungkook is that he never dates. Not even someone like Jennie. 
He's completely open about this, letting every girl he starts something with know that it wont go any further than a friends with benefits situation, they always think they'll be the one to change him though. 
He cant really be blamed when they get their hearts broken, he was upfront from the beginning, they just refused to listen. I wouldn't say they can be to blame either though, everybody I've ever known has loved Jungkook, its almost impossible not to. I suppose I know this better than anyone. A living and breathing example that you cant be close to him without falling for him. 
But now here I am, resenting everything to do with him. I wasn't upset at him for leaving, I understood that, but everyday of summer that I didn't hear from him buried me deeper into my hurt and anger.
He still had a phone, it didn't have to be the end of our friendship. Seeing him again just cemented this. He was so cold to me, I suppose I get it. He has a new life now, new friends. I guess I'm so hurt because he was all I had and it turns out I was nothing to him. 
I had learned to be content with this. Keeping everything and everyone that has anything to do with him far, far away from me. It was a difficult task but a one I felt I had to do for my own sanity. Yet it was all in vain. All the friends I could've had, all the parties I could've attended, all lost for nothing. 
Because now here I'm sat in my stupid art class next to no one other than Jeon Jungkook. How cliché, being paired up with you childhood best friend who you were madly in love with. 
We've been assigned to take candid picture of our partners and make 5 pieces out of them. all with different emotions in mind and all in different mediums. We've been allowed free rein on this project. However, we will be deducted points if our professor doesn't think our pictures are spontaneous enough or don't show enough emotion. She also is expecting all our pieces to match up with the others, so in total  she wants 10 pieces that represent both of our styles but can also all go together as one project. She's given us all a polaroid camera each, its honestly all so perfect. 
This would usually be my wet dream. I'm allowed to do whatever I like on 5 completely separate projects. But the brooding presence beside me is damping the whole experience for me.  
I'm quite surprised when she tells us this will be our last project of the year, giving us 5 months to complete it. She informs us that it will be 60% of our final grade and she wants us to go big for all 5 of the pieces. 
I can tell other people are stressed by this from all of the muttering around the room but I honestly couldn't think of anything better. 5 months to express myself through my art anyway that I like. I can already feel the ideas rushing to me. 
From an artist perspective I can kind of see me being paired with Jungkook as a blessing. If I have to channel all my emotions into my art I can't think of a better person to do it through. However, as the petty person I am I couldn't be more annoyed. I can tell he's pissed off too, he still has the same habits, I could read his body language with my eyes closed. 
It kind of hurt, I cant lie, I know why I'm upset but is it really so bad for him to be paired up with me? Is he scared I'll ruin the pretty little reputation he's maintained here. It's honestly baffling how much one person can change. He never care what people thought of us before but now he cant even bare being paired up with me. He used to beg our teachers to put us together at school. 
He finally looks at me, a scowl evident on his face, I don't want to be paired up with you either, dickhead. 'I'll ask if there's anyway we can swap.' 
It's strange, the way my heart hurts at this, much like when he first left, or when he ignored me. It's silly, I didn't want to be paired up with him either. 'whatever.'
I'm already packing my things up to leave the class room when our professor starts talking again. 'Oh and one last thing, under no circumstances are you allowed to switch partners. I want this project to be as authentic as possible, I chose people you aren't friends with on purpose, I want you to learn about each other and to show that in your art. I want it to tell a story.'
It's like she's staring directly at me and Jungkook, 'For fuck sake.' Is all I hear him say before I leave the classroom. 
'Hey, wait up.' Jeon grabs my arm, forcing me to face him. I haven't looked him in the eyes since I first bumped into him. The temptation to walk away from him just like he did to me is immensely strong. 'We should at least exchange numbers for the project.' 
He sounds far to annoyed to my ears and it ticks me off even more. 'You're such a cunt.' Ripping my arm away from him I go to make my exit again. Call me dramatic but this is the first time we've talked since he left and I cant help but be a little bit pissy with him. God, he even deleted my number. 
'What the fuck is that meant to mean.' Oh, he's seething . Good. 
'Are you serious right now?' 
'No.' he deadpans. god this boy infuriates me. 'Of course, I'm serious. What is your problem.'
'You're my problem. You and your stupid better than thou act.' It comes out as a laugh. An angry one. 
'Look, I don't know why you're so mad at me, but you're going to have to get over it if were going to pass this class.' It's a reasonable point ill give him that. But really, he doesn’t know why i’m mad at him? That HAS to be a joke.
Sighing I decide to compromise, 'Just message me on Instagram, or did you delete that too?' It's petty I know, but I had to get it out.
'I'll message you later.' Completely ignoring my childish remark, he begins walking in the opposite direction. Being the one who gets to walk away yet again.
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a/n: and it begins 🤭
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(I used some incorrect quotes.)
Hime: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.
Sukuna: Hi, I’m ‘things’.
Sukuna: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?
Hime: ...Have you never taken a shower before?
Shisui: Wow, Sukuna, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.
Sukuna: We literally slept together yesterday.
Shisui: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.
Ryujin: .....You two did what...?
Hime: You look good in that hoodie! You know where else you'd look good?
Sukuna, zero hesitation: Your bed.
Hime, at the same time: By my side- wait, what?
Gojo: Are we fighting or flirting?
Hime, furious: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-
Gojo: Your point?
Hime: What are you in the mood for?
Sukuna: World domination.
Hime: That's a bit ambitious.
Sukuna: You are my world.
Hime: Aww...
Sukuna:
Hime:
Sukuna:
Hime: OH.
Hime: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.
Sukuna: Marry me.
Hime: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.
Megumi: I'll contact the musicians.
Yuji: Perfect, while you guys do that I’ll check on the ring bear.
Hime: ...
Megumi: ...
Hime: You mean ring bearER, right?
Yuji: ...
Megumi: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.
Hime: Sukuna, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?
Sukuna, naked in Hime's bed: No, I absolutely do not.
Hime, already taking off her clothes: Fuck... Me neither.
Sukuna: I want to kiss you.
Shisui, not paying attention: What?
Sukuna: I said if you die, I wont miss you.
Hime: Look, last night was a mistake.
Sukuna: A sexy mistake.
Hime: No, just a regular mistake.
Shisui: Sukuna and I are no longer friends.
Sukuna: SHISUI THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!
Hime when she was stuck in the hot springs: Go fuck yourself!
Sukuna, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch.
Sukuna: Remember, melons, don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Hime: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.
Sukuna: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.
Shisui: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.
Sukuna: ...
Hime: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...
Sukuna: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, melons.
Sukuna: Okay, but what if we went out to eat not as friends this time?
Shisui: AS ENEMIES?!
Sukuna:
Hime: We have a problem.
Sukuna: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.
Hime in Bloodflood chapter 6: What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Sukuna: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.
Hime: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Hime: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.
Sukuna: Hime, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.
Principal Yaga, going over Sukuna's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.
Sukuna: Yes.
Principal Yaga: Okay... may I know what you create?
Sukuna: Problems.
Sukuna: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-
Hime: Twelve thousand, actually.
Sukuna: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?
Hime: Yours!
Sukuna: That's right: no one's.
Yuji: Okay, help me please!
Sukuna: Got two words for you.
Yuji: I bet they won't be helpful.
Sukuna: Your problem.
Yuji: I was right.
Shisui: Junichiro and I got married!!
Sukuna: Don't share your personal problems with everyone.
Hime: We have a problem. Sukuna: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.
this is so funny cuz in bloodflood, he's literally gonna be the cause for 90% of her problems 😭
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alun1r · 22 days
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Rare Alu Rant About Fandoms bc I never say shit:
Sue me, but getting into a fandom just for the intention of becoming popular is so weird to me.
Like sure you want a lot of people to see what you make. Because making something for the fandom should be seen! That’s dope as hell.
But you’re gonna lose inspiration real fast when you find out content creation takes a lotta work but more often than not comes with little reward.
I hold firmly the belief that Fandom is for making content for the pure reason of just because you can.
��the joy of free will to bring your delusions to life so others can indulge in their delusions as well✨ Kinda vibes? Yanno?
I never started making HL content with the idea in mind that I’d reach 9k followers on tiktok. And I ain’t gonna lie it’s daunting for me. Specially as someone whose always just made shit for whatever reason without even posting it. But The videos that got me views and followers on tiktok, were made because I was high and wanted to laugh. And I’d figured “what the hell, this made me laugh….Maybe it will make someone else laugh.” And I’m glad it did.
And now I float around just making stuff. I still make whatever I want tbh. I do my best to give credit where credit is due in what I make. And yeah I’ve done some fan service videos and writing here and there because hey it’s fun for me.
I see so many posts or peoples bios saying that they’re working towards being popular in fandom and then their posts are what other people said or made on Twitter or tiktok or Vice versa and there’s often times there’s no real credit to original creators.
Don’t get me wrong, if it’s properly credited, AWESOME. Usually it’s not though, and that’s just wild to me. Because how are you expecting to get popular under your own name when you’re just reposting stuff.
That doesn’t make you a content creator.
A historical collector guess?? Because you’re like idk collecting all the stuff people made and what not onto a new page.
Idk dude. I just miss authenticity I guess. People making stuff and just being excited to show it.
Don’t get me wrong though it’s not all terrible on here and everywhere on the internet for fandoms. I’ve made close friends with other creators who feel and see fandom much the same. Just here to vibe and escape.
I’m not saying I don’t think views and followers and likes and notes or what have you, matter. I know they do. I get a lil confidence boost when something I make pops off. I feel proud.
But man it’s the intention of “ Im trying to be a popular creator” that rubs me the wrong way. Make stuff because you like it. Not because other people will. Doing whatever to get you likes wont bring the same satisfaction. And in more cases than not I see it backfiring and causing drama because, like I said it’s usually shit that’s copied or reposted.
Who knows maybe I’m just old and don’t understand bc I also see fandom and the work I’ve contributed as something I wouldn’t like boast about in real life. Because the reaction wouldn’t be positive. Like just for enjoying Hogwarts legacy I get teased in my daily life from acquaintances. It’s not totally negative. Buts it’s enough for me to know that YEAH 9k followers on tiktok don’t mean anything in the real world LMAO because at the end of the day, offline, I am still just a nerd whose daydreaming in her bedroom to escape reality.
I’m 24 dude. And I work in news. Shit is exhausting. Read a headline and you’ll see what I mean. And I just wanted to rant about it because it’s been bugging me since I joined fandom again last year.
But due to, idk my follower count and whatnot I always felt like I can’t or rather I shouldn’t speak my mind so much for fear of SOMEONE coming for me for something. And man I hate that feeling bc this bitch has opinions and I dislike the idea of feeling like others have control over it. But tbh eh. I wanted to rant. Just speaking into the void of the internet.
If you decide to send anon hate for my opinionated rant be ready for a meme bc I don’t have the mental capacity to take anything other than my IRL life responsibilities seriously lmao.
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99izms · 1 year
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an astral kiss
/ digital love (fluff) 1.7kct
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lyric synopsis: last night / i had a dream about you
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hueningkai couldnt help the massive crush he developed on you recently. everyone knows a lonely subconscious that finds its way to a close friend can be the most lethal thing to ones psyche. some people could even go from hating someone to having a desperate love for them after one inconvenient night. unfortunately for kai, a single cute dream where you two were too close for comfort has triggered the most painstakingly violent love for you, and he has no idea what to do now.
nothing much had really happened in the dream– well, nothing that soobin and taehyun had teamed up to mock him for after an inappropriate assumption. it was far more innocent than that.
he was just with you, dancing to fun, energetic music that he doesnt think he’d usually be interested in on a regular basis, but hes dancing with you in a dream, so its the best music hes ever heard. although he had heard many people say when love hits, everything quiets, kai noticed the music and rhythm became louder. your eyes glimmered and your arms wrapped around his neck. his stomach began to turn, but he still leaned in.
sun beams that shone through a somber bedroom window interrupted you two, much to his dismay. he laid in his bed for a moment before screaming into his pillow, knowing his relationship with you is forever changed after this god forsaken dream. he wishes he got to kiss you, though, since he probably wont have the chance any time soon.
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“hi, hyuka.” your smile would usually make him happy, but only in a platonic way at that time, however, now? oh, now, he felt he could just melt to your feet at how sweet your smile looked suddenly. the word ‘happy’ couldnt possibly contain the vastness of how hopelessly he felt to be next to you. he didnt even need to hold or kiss you, he just wanted to be near you and see how your eyes squint when the corners of your lips curve upwards.
he wanted to always be the reason you smiled, and it made him ecstatic to know you were smiling at him currently. he wanted to be your jester, just so he could see the way you laugh so hard your eyes glimmer due to the moisture forming in them. he knew it would be difficult, though, only because he laughs at his own jokes too. he’ll try not to, for you.
when he hugged you as a greeting, it brought him back to the cruel dream he had, the dream that brought him so close to your lips then pushed him back into reality.
“whats up?” he said in faux calmness. his heart was racing.
you shrugged, taking off your shoes while telling him vaguely about your day. you told him about what you ate, the cute dog you saw on the street, how tired you felt, and anything else you think of. kai found it charming the way you told him nothing important, yet everything at the same time. he never knew the big things about your day, yet he knew the shoe color of a pretty old lady you complimented today. he loved your tangents.
“sounds like you had a long day, y/n,” he smiled, bringing you a glass of water while you flopped down on his couch.
you groaned and kicked your feet, agreeing semi-sarcastically. “you have no idea, babe.”
his heart jumped in his ribcage, wishing it could run to you in this moment and just hug you. maybe it should just be patient, itll have its time.
“i was gonna ask if you wanted to play this new game with me, but you should really take a nap.” kai sat in front of the couch, his head close to your face.
you looked at him with sympathetic eyes. you offered to play with him anyway, but he assured you it was alright to rest instead. he wouldve hated to keep you up for a selfish reason, anyway.
“do you want a change of clothes to sleep in?” kai asked.
he got you one of yeonjuns particularly comfortable hoodies—per your request—that kai stole from him and a pair of sweatpants.
kai didnt want to be creepy, so he didnt watch you sleep, but the urge was undeniably there.
-
there was a group of eight of your friends watching a movie that, honestly, kai couldnt repeat the plot of. he was watching the film through your eyes.
the scenes where the attractive male love interest was front and center made you smile the most, and, though hueningkai assumed he would be more jealous, he couldnt muster any negative emotions when looking at the small details that adorn your face.
he thought your eyebags were stunning, the cutest things hes ever seen. he loves the wrinkles surrounding your lips, because, as hes mentioned a thousand times before, your smile brings him to life. he always noticed how your lips get extremely chapped due to how often you lick them when you get anxious about something. your lips used to bleed a lot, too.
theyre all things youd probably become embarrassed about if he’d told you about this, so he never would, but he’ll always admire you quietly, and from afar.
“hyuka?” you asked.
kai realized you were now directly looking in his eyes, head cocked to one side.
“what? sorry, i didnt hear you,” he apologized before he began fiddling with his fingers.
“do you wanna go make more popcorn?”
you raised the popcorn bucket to show him it was empty. kai nodded and stood up while putting his hand out as leverage to pick you up. his hands perched on your waist while one of yours was on his shoulder. 
“that movies so boring,” you whispered over to hueningkais ear.
he furrowed his eyebrows. “you look so interested though.”
“cause the guy in it is cute.”
only then did kai feel badly, more insecure than anything. he had thoughts that he should work out more, maybe style his hair better, more similarly to the leading love interest in the boring movie. he got lost in his thoughts while preparing the bags of popcorn.
“do you think the girl in the movie is pretty?” you asked while throwing out the popcorn kernels at the bottom of the bucket your friends were sharing. the bucket was so large that some kernels didnt roll properly into the garbage, which gave you more of an excuse to avert your gaze.
kai didnt know how to respond. he hadnt been watching the movie, really, but he didnt have the guts to compliment you instead. hes not good at opening up.
“im not sure,” he mumbled as a cop-out, “i wasnt really paying attention to the movie. its pretty boring.”
you finally looked in his eyes and gave him an upside down smile. you nodded and blinked slowly before continuing to prepare the popcorn by his side.
-
kai didnt know what to do anymore. he didnt know how to be normal around you. he desperately wanted to be as close to you as he possibly could be, but he didnt want to scare you off. he started to bite his cheeks in punishment whenever his fingers tried to crawl closer to yours.
his friends noticed the way he looked to you first whenever he made a joke or asked for the groups opinion on something, and they noticed that he held his cheeks to cool them down when he thought no one was around to see.
“youve been looking so red recently, hyuka, are you feeling alright?” you asked, placing your palm innocently on his cheek and forehead, checking his temperature before realizing he was warm, but not feverish. “are you developing rosacea or something? have you been in the sun too long?”
the genuine concern on your face made all of your friends roll their eyes; theres no way youre that naïve. still, you caressed his cheeks gently, trying to check for any dangerous marks or bumps forming.
“hes fine,” soobin called out with a small smile, “he just feels embarrassed whenever hes around you.”
your eyebrows furrowed and you pouted, asking kai what you did wrong to have him suddenly become embarrassed around you. his body temperature raised to the point he felt he would pass out.
“fuck you,” kai muttered to soobin with a smirk, covering his face in shame before trying to find the courage to finally admit to you what had been going on for the past couple months.
your other friends laughed off kais curses and continued their walk down the street, leaving you and your boy to talk.
“whats been going on? youve been acting weird, and i thought i was reading too much into it, but clearly its you.” you crossed your arms, trying to read his expression for any sign of his feelings. as always, hes unreadable.
the butterflies in kais stomach were tantamount to the questions in your head, and, even if he could verbalize the love and admiration he had for you, there was no way youd understand it.
theres a point where the night meets day, where theres a sliver of time, a small moment where the essence of life exist, and yet, if forced to choose between holding life and you, he’d hold you tighter than he’d know how to. who knew that a dream where he didnt even get to kiss you would lead to love as deep as cleopatra and mark antony?
“i had a dream where we danced together at a party, kinda, and at the end we kissed, but i woke up before we actually kissed. ive been crushing on you super hard since then, and im sorry if this ruins the friendship, because i really appreciate your companionship and its okay if-“
you hushed him softly. a hand was lovingly placed on his cheek and you chuckled at how nervous he looked. “its alright, hyuka.”
he felt his eyes water. “is it?”
you nodded and ghosted the features around his face. he doesnt cry, and you didnt want to be the reason he does in this moment.
“it is,” you reassured, “and id love to go dancing with you. i think your dream was just a premonition.”
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a/n: for some reason certain apostrophes were really bothering me while i was writing, so im sorry for the lack of cohesion on the grammar lol i know its annoying my bad
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spaceless-vacuum · 1 year
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Fandom‧˚。゚・° 。✎ Legend of Zelda
Pairing‧˚。゚・° 。✎ Yandere!Link x reader
Word count‧˚。゚・° 。✎ 725
Summery‧˚。゚・° 。✎ The idea was you’re just someone from some village he falls in love with. I couldn’t get the idea of how he’d ratioanlize and explain his own behavior to himself so I wrote this.
Misc‧˚。゚・° 。✎ third pov, kidnapping, mentions of violence, murder, emotional manipulation, kidnapping
Link is unable to understand that you don’t want him. His worst tendency is the fact that in his mind you either do love him or will fall in love with him. There is no if or maybe. He has deluded himself into thinking that if he just tries one more time he can't fail. Seventeen tries later and he still isn't about to give up.
In his mind he has everything he needs to succeed; and anything he doesn't have he can go get. He faced hordes of monsters, killed ganon, and saved Zelda so many times it made him a bit too confident in his abilities. A warrior is never without a weapon if they train their mind and body after all. If you don't like what he has he just needs to try another way through.
That’s what being the hero of courage is. Perseverance. 
The idea that no matter what he does you wont like he never crosses this man's mind. It can come off as childish and cruel. To him it doesn't matter what the issue is, he just needs to find a new way to approach the issue. You refuse to eat the food he cooks for you? That's ok! Hell just buy you food, or buy the ingredients so you can cook instead. The entire time he’s so proud of himself. He filled your kitchen with so much food you won't have to shop for the next month. To Link it isn't a big deal. Why are you even complaining?
God forbid you show interest in any of his advances either (unless you want to feed these tendencies?). Once interest is shown in one tactic he'll lean hard into it. You said thank you to him for giving you a gemstone one time? Now you have ten sitting on your table. The next day he brings you even more. Apparently he hunted down a magma Talos just for you. No need to thank him, except you have to. Seriously, don't be ungrateful, it will only make things worse.
This goes for anything you ask of well. Need some ingredients for a stew? You have enough stock to last for three months worth of ingredients. If you don't tell him to stop bringing you ingredients he'll never stop. It’ll just start to pile up in the pantry. The whole time he never stops to think it’s an inappropriate reaction. He's just doing his best!
Just don't treat him or any of his gifts with malice or disinterest. If you start to act cruel (ie: selling the gifts he gives you or by lying to him) he will take to more extreme measures. Rumors will spread about you. Starting with your hometown and then leading to cities and other kingdoms if your actions were that horrible. None of what is said is actually true, but sometimes the truth needs to be stretched to make a point.
Items in your home will go missing. The only way to get them back is to act nicely. To go along with the game in his head. Pretend you love him and give him his wholesome moments or he will start to take everything from you. There's where to run, no one to turn to, and no escape. Just accept Link and he will make you happy.
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If you continue to push back he’ll grow harsh. Don't get him wrong he hates to enact violence against you, his love, but sometimes it must be done. Being a hero isn't all sunshine and rainbows. tough choices are made every day by people in power. If someone gets in the way there's not much that can be done. They will disappear and you will live by his side.
When push comes to shove he’ll do it. First he'll start with his usual methods. Just talk them away from you, threaten them a little, but if all else fails actions speak louder than words. A moment of rage and passion later the evidence must be destroyed. Monster attacks happen so often in this world. It’s a shame they got caught by one.
The remorse from having to take such an action hangs with him for a few days. However, getting to see you again makes it all worth it. For you, for Hyrule, no price is too high.
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