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Transference (M) – Chapter 06

cr. [X]

Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. The business arrangement becomes…mutually beneficial. Y’all know where this is going.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 13,167

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, sexual themes, BDSM, shibari, dom/sub roleplay, profanity.

A/N: This chapter is going to hurt.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

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I’ve seen a lot of ideas about humans being on alien ships, and most are like “because of [whatever reason], it would be good if ships had one human on board” and there are a lot of stories that say that there’s only one human on the alien ship. But I don’t think that’s a good idea?? A lot of people have a hard time being a foreign exchange student a country where they don’t speak the language; I don’t think most humans could handle being the only human on an alien ship???? For various reasons, like loneliness/medical issues/etc. Being on an alien ship sounds awesome, but they wouldn’t have any support.

Maybe aliens don’t understand THAT; “Despite being capable enough on their own, humans have to come in groups of 2+ for some reason.”

“Let the humans choose their own groups; their social systems are much more complex, and despite their famous ability to socialize with just about any other species, if two humans ‘don’t get along’, meaning that they cause each other to have unfavorable emotions and occasionally will not cooperate, the result is negative for both the humans and the crew that they reside in.”

Maybe something like this?

The first time humans and the recently-contacted alien species “X”, the first to form an alliance with humans, attempt to team up, everyone realizes that they need to learn more about each other. They decide that should should be a simple exchange of personnel; these crewmen would work simple jobs on each other’s ships and interact with the crew in order to learn more about each other and how to successfully communicate. Both humans and Xs desperately want this to succeed. But, hearing rumors of the humans’ prowess, the X want to minimize any possible casualties, so they suggest that they exchange just one person each at the start; one X heads to the human command ship, and one human heads to the X’s.

Everything begins successfully.

The X on board the human ship is a model worker. It observes, asks questions, and when it doesn’t understand something, many humans surround and brainstorm ideas on how to explain things to it. Throwing out ideas left and right “It’s a bit like seeing color, but it’s invisible, and through the nose-” “No you idiot, it’s like those feel-auras it was talking about, but the nose is the sensory organ for it-” and eventually the X understands. In turn, when contributing ideas not easily understood by humans, it finds that many take this as a challenge, and will not stop bothering the X until they are sure that they understand. But with or without the aid of its new crewmates, the X never seems distressed that it can’t understand or be understood by others.

The human crew quickly notices that the X has not contacted its main ship, or for that matter, anyone else.

“Have you tried talking to your ship?”

“There was no need to try, I already know it won’t work because of conflicting signals.”

“Well, did you need to? Talk to your friends or family or anything? I’m sure I can rig something up if you need to.”

“I have no need to communicate with anyone as of now. Any information that will eventually need to be communicated will be included in my report to the High Command.”

“No, but did you WANT to talk to anyone? Like your family or something, so they know you’re okay? And I mean, I’m sure you must want to talk about how weird we humans are and stuff, right?”

“My family will be notified of my status when I return to the High Command. And all data I gather on humans will be included in my report.”

The X, despite being so far away from home and surrounded by pushy humans, does not seem homesick or lonely at all.

On the X’s ship, the human is enthusiastic and excited to learn new things at first. After all, they’re learning about and interacting with ALIENS; it’s freaking awesome. But it doesn’t take too long for the novelty to wear off and the human to realize that they are truly alone. No one else speaks a human language, or is physically capable of doing so. While translation technology makes communication possible, linguistic differences make both exact or truly accurate translations impossible, so it’s not the same as being able to have a simple chat with friends. And chatting with friends doesn’t come easily; technology between the ships is not compatible, and any communication signals from the human’s own communication device are cancelled out by signals from the Xs’ ship.

The human becomes isolated from all other humans, on board a ship of 200 Xs.

Any difficulty communicating is eventually pushed aside and ignored but the Xs; if the human can’t communicate an idea, and the Xs don’t get it, what can they do? They do not need to understand the human or have the human understand them in order to do their jobs, so there is no point in trying. They understand that this project is important to the alliance, but do not understand how important communication is to humans.

The human has no help from others; several humans asking the same questions might get the idea that communicating certain ideas are important. But there is also no one who could understand them, no one to brainstorm ideas with:

“Now, how do we explain the concept of smell to a species from a planet where no organism has a nose?”

“Oh! My cousin was born without a sense of smell, and we sort of explained things like…”

Any problems communicating human ideas, or understanding X ideas, they face alone.

On that note, the human finds it difficult to to relate with any of the Xs. Xs can socialize fine between each other, but their standards for camaraderie is much different than that of humans. Humans are famous for their ability to empathize with any species, but it is not a two-way street, leaving the human caring about their new ship-mates with little care for themselves in return. They do not put more effort in helping the human understand, nor do they go out of their way to interact with the human outside of work situations. The human knows that it is not the fault of the Xs, that this is just the way Xs are, but they can’t help but begin to feel unappreciated, unwanted, and depressed.

Having long-since passed simple homesickness and culture shock, the human just wants desperately to talk to another human. It wouldn’t have to be anyone from the same country, or someone from the same field of work, or heck, even someone who spoke the same language. Even humans who can’t understand each other’s words can have get an idea from hand gestures, and historically, people who speak different languages that live in proximity to each other develop new dialects or learn to understand each others spoken language to communicate. Even with an age gap, they’ve lived during some of the same world events; they could find something to relate to each other. Another human would understand how strange X biology is compared to human biology, right? Another human could make jokes, laugh at the new, awesome, and weird things that they encounter. Another human could confirm that their feelings were real, right?

Humans are biologically engineered for socialization after all. Their species survived and evolved over hundreds of thousands of years because of their social nature. Xs understand this, and have heard that humans occasionally might have special needs like extraneous physical contact, but do not understand the implications. That this made humans biologically dependent on socialization for survival. That humans’ mental, emotional, and eventually even physical states can deteriorate without affection from friends and family.

And so the human gets ill.

Not quite used to human physicality in general or variation in physicality between individuals, and after hearing the legendary stories of humans surviving seemingly impossible situations, the Xs work their human crewmate hard. The human, already emotionally exhausted from isolation, easily gets physically exhausted. They contract an illness not unlike the common cold, though it couldn’t be given that their current location does not have any traces of the virus. With proper rest, and maybe more chances to chat with some friends back on the command ship, would help the human immensely. But the human, in their emotional and physical distress, can not communicate the idea that yes, humans can recover from illness like this without 5 different medicines. That talking to loved ones, or someone, anyone, would do more than just make them happy but give them the emotional will to make them physically well. There are no other humans around to explain human medical issues, or to provide a cool cloth for their fever, or to talk to while they’re sick in bed and unable to work, or…

The Xs change course and modify their signals in order to send a message to the human command ship and inform them that the human has fallen ill. Afraid of retaliation and wanting to ensure good faith, they request a strategy, asking what needs to be done in this situation. The human ship responds; the X on their ship has recently fallen ill as well. Xs do not have the hardy immune system that humans do, and while precautions were taken, it still caught a cold. The decision to return the crewmates to their home ships is made. The information that they managed to gather during their exchange this time will be used for a more successful future exchange and other interactions in the future.

The X suggests to their commanders more precautions regarding illnesses, and also advises any future volunteers to talk as much as possible to the other humans; they love interaction, learning, and teaching.

The human suggests that a special channel be created for easy communication, and makes only one demand; it doesn’t matter what the other species demands, don’t you dare let anyone go alone, ever again.

Submitted By: @bluemichikosan 

Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.7

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7



The air conditioning caused the dimly lit room to be abnormally cold, as Jin slightly shivered. He was sitting with his hands forming fists, while his father gave him a stern look.

He didn’t want to be here, that was for sure. He knew his father must have started to become suspicious of him, since it was taking an unusually long time for him to locate Jungkook and you. So when he got another message that his father wanted to see him – he couldn’t stop shaking.

What was he supposed to say? He couldn’t keep lying and give his father the same answer of ‘they are close.’ No, that definitely wouldn’t work this time, as he could tell with the look his father currently gave him.

“Son,” his father spoke with a grim voice. “How stupid do you think I am?”

Even though Jin was nervous, he managed to pull off his infamous poker face as he replied, “What ever do you mean?”

“Save your lies for someone else Jin,” the greying man mocked. “You may be able to fool others, but certainly not me. Now tell me where they are. Now.”

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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.4]

[pt.1] [pt.2] [previous part] [next part] [pt.6] [pt.7] [pt.8] [pt.9] [pt.10] [pt.11]  [pt.12]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language


Jungkook was one of the only things on your mind for days. He’d kissed you… and then run off. At the end of the game he’d simply smirked at you, sending a wink your way before slinging an arm around Jimin and laughing as Jimin gloated about their victory.

You sighed, pushing your books into your locker. It was Friday and all you wanted to do was call Taehyung and have him bring snacks over to your house for a movie night.

You pushed your locker closed and jumped back at the figure that had been standing behind the door, blocked from your view.

“What the hell! Jungkook you can’t do shit like that,” you said, placing a hand over your heart as you looked at him.

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Inexorable (3-FINAL)

Plot: How does is feel to be arranged to be married to a cocky, arrogant Mafia leader? Once you look at his face, you think you’re lucky, but then he opens his mouth.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Mafia au!

Warnings: dom!Jungkook, steamy hot tub sex yes

Notes: Last part, ya’ll. I hope you like it. I changed the gif because tumblr is being a meanie and it’s not letting me put in my own shit. This brings us to the end of this mini-series! I hope you enjoyed it. 3,430 Words

Part 2 | Part 3 (FINAL) | masterlist

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It was safe to say that there wasn’t as much tension between you and your husband anymore. Everything seemed so much more calm than before. Maybe it was because you guys barely talked; or maybe it was because he locked himself in his office all day, working.

An empty cabin was always nice, but you wanted to talk to him. You actually liked arguing with him; teasing him, and he would tease you back. His touch – it was gentle, even though he was being cocky. You hated to admit it, but you were slowly getting used to him.

Now it seemed like the both of you were more like frenemies rather than complete enemies. There was a sort of understanding, considering you were now aware that you were both forced into this marriage when you would rather stay single, and he would rather marry someone else.

“Princess,” Jungkook called you from behind the black kitchen island, his whiskey glass in his hand as he leaned against the countertop – you had no idea when he started calling you that, but it stuck. “I need some beer and and ice.”

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Every team 7 ship VS NaruHina

To the clique that argued with me in the saltiest of ways, I dedicate to you my first ever anti nh post. I hope you think twice about telling people to kill themselves over your self insert and stop being a pimple on society’s ass.

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Desperate Times (Joker x Reader)

Okay. I’m so sorry guys, I know it’s been about 80000 years since I’ve posted but I’ve just had really bad writers block and I’ve been really busy with work and school and whatnot but here it is. 

This was a request from an anon: “Could you please make an imagine where the reader is given to Mistah J because they were in debt to him. He immediately because super obsessed with her, but the reader is very scared of him <3 <3″ 

This is like decently close to the request just i couldn’t figure out what to write. I’m sorry!!!!! 

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“Please, no Mr. Joker, I’ll give you anything. You can have anything.” You saw the man beg for his life, for another chance. It disgusted you to see him like this. To see the man you once knew as your father beg for drugs. You shook your head in disgust and turned away. You had no idea why but he insisted you be there with him, maybe it’s ‘cause he knew it could very well be one of his last days, if not his last.

“Anything?” The green haired man purred as he circled your father. Your father nodded and looked you in the eyes as if he were apologizing. Confusion clouded your mind as to why he would be apologizing. Maybe it was for being a shitty father, or for making you witness this horrid interaction.

“You can have my daughter,” he stated simply. You eyes snapped open and your back straightened.

“Excuse me? No you can’t have me and what the fuck dad?” You said in disbelief.

“Oh she’s feisty, I like her. You’ve got yourself a deal there Mr. You can keep your life, and your drugs, in exchange for this lovely creature,” he said as his looked you up and down, drinking in every detail of your body.

“No. Dad what the hell is wrong with you? You’re not actually serious are you?” Your voice dropped as the look in his eyes confirmed that he was in fact serious about selling you to the Joker.

“I’m sorry Y/N. There’s nothing else I can do,” he muttered, embarrassed that he had gotten to this point. Your heart broke as you watched the man you once looked up to pick drugs over his own daughter.

“Oh we are going to have so much fun together little miss Y/N,” the Joker snarled in your ear. You flinched as his hands came down on your shoulders.

“Dad… How could you?” He looked down in shame and walked out of the room without a word. Tears were streaming steadily down your face as you stared at the door he had just left through.

“Hm. Dads, am I right?” The Joker broke the silence in the room. “Hi doll face, I’m the Joker, the man that your father is seriously indebted to, and you belong to me now! You can call me Mr. J,” he said, extending a hand towards you as if to shake hands. You glanced down at his hand and ignored the offer. “Oh sweetheart now that’s just rude. That won’t fly doll. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Gonna have to teach you a lesson then. Take a seat,” he said as he pulled you down to sit next to him. His face got serious and you knew you were in trouble. “You belong to me now. That means you do what I want, when I want, and where I want. If you disobey me sweetcheeks, you get punished. Are we clear doll face?” He gripped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. You nodded and he released your face. “What’s your name sweets?”

“Y/N,” you said simply. He stared at you with a bored look as if he was expecting you to say more. You stared back in defiance and he let out a long displeased groan.

“Not a talker are we? I can change that y’know,” he said with a maniacal smile as he pulled his shiny gun out of the holster under his jacket. He lifted the gun and caressed your soft cheeks with the cool, hard metal. You stared him dead in his crazy eyes as he tried to scare you with the powerful weapon in his hands. His face fell as he realized you weren’t scared and you wouldn’t open up to him. “Now tell me doll, am I gonna have to find some other ways of getting you to open that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Fine. What do you want to know. You get three questions, choose wisely,” you said, boredom dripping in your words. Your father had dragged you in to a world of guns and violence, this was not the first time you had been threatened at gun point and you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last.

The Joker raised his non-existent eyebrow and stared you down. He was vastly impressed by your cool composure and lack of fear. Most in your shoes would be trembling, begging for their dear lives but you, you just sat there, bored with his games and his old intimidation tactics.

“And who do you think you are making demands?” He sneered angrily.

“I’m just trying to get this show on the road. Question one, two more to go. Like I said Mr. J, choose wisely.”

“I like your spunk sweetcheeks. Alright, why aren’t you scared? Most people would be terrified out of their minds, why not you?” He inquired.

“You’re not the first basket case my father has pissed off. I’ve been tied down, beat, interrogated, the works. I’m used to it now. My father owes a lot of people a lot of money but what they always fail to realize is that I mean little to nothing to him. I must admit, I’m a little impressed. You’re different than the others. He’s offered me up before y’know? No one’s ever agreed but you, you fell for it,” you explained. He stared at you with a confused look spread across is tattooed porcelain skin. “Stop staring,” you said.

He stared at you open mouthed and went to wrap his hand around your neck only to retract quickly. “You doll, are special, that’s for sure. I can’t wait for all the fun we’re going to have. Last question, do you like the left or the right side of the bed?” He threw his head back as he howled with laughter, his infamous laugh ringing through your ears and the small room you two were seated in.

You rolled your eyes and mentally groaned at the stupidity of this man. “Right,” you said as you got up from the small couch. “Can we go now? I would really like to get out of here and take a shower. I’m assuming there’ll be towels and whatnot ready for me? Clothes maybe?” He shook his head at you and wrapped his hand in your hair and yanked back.

“Now listen here Y/N, just because you’re not scared of me doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be. I’m sure you’ve heard of some of the things I’ve done and trust me honey, I can do worse,” he spoke in a deep, threatening voice. You felt the tip of his gun press against the center of your back. You had to admit that you were a little scared. The other men you dealt with were nothing like him. He was deadly, ruthless, and he could crack at any moment. “Now that we have the all cleared up let’s get this show on the road shall we?” His mood switched instantly.

A while later you pulled up to a lavish place. You were unsure of what to expect from him but you figured it shouldn’t surprise you that he lives in such an extravagant set up. He pulled you up from your elbow and you followed him inside. It was beautiful as you had expected upon seeing the outside of the house. Gold everything, marble counters, purple accents strewn around the house.

You glanced around, taking in what would be your new house.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumbled to yourself mostly. His hands came down on your shoulders in a gentle way, his hands travelling up and down your shoulders. You leaned your head to the side allowing a pleasant stretch to the tense muscles of your neck. “Do you live here all alone?” you inquired.

“No, the maid lives here, a few of my more trusted henchmen, for security measures. Not that I couldn’t protect myself, just don’t wanna do all the work myself,” he answered. You hummed in acknowledgement and continued to scan the room around you. “The room’s upstairs, I already had some of my men pick up your stuff from your father’s place, if you need anything else just tell me and I’ll send someone out to get it,” he said as he walked to the kitchen. You nodded, and dragged yourself up to what looked like a spare room. You plopped down on the bed and let out a long sigh.

So this is what my life is like now, you thought to yourself, looking around the lavish room. Joker stepped up to the doorway and stared you down before sitting down next to you on the big fluffy bed. “Why am I here Joker?”

“Please, call me Mr. J, Joker sounds… Too formal. I want you here because you’re a beautiful girl, your father did me wrong, and I want to make him pay.”

“Hah… Well jokes on you Mr. J. My father doesn’t care about me. Keeping me here is doing nothing but giving him the chance to shamelessly waste away without me yelling at him. You’re doing him a favor,” you explained. He nodded and spread a wide silver grin across his pale tattooed face.

“Y’know doll, maybe I just want your lovely company,” he said sarcastically.

“Y’know, maybe I just can’t stand your company,” you retorted. Before you could react, his hand came across your skin with a harsh sting. The force behind it made you fall back and place a tender touch on your cheek. You looked down, cowering away in fear. You loved to put on the tough girl act. Sure, you had dealt with crazies but nothing that ever came close to the Joker.

A slow tear dripped down your soft cheek. His eyes widened at the realization that he had made you cry. “Can you please leave me alone,” you muttered.

“Shit Y/N are you okay doll?” His voice was a bit quieter than before.

“Please just leave.” You were shaking, terrified to be in the same room as this psychotic, dangerous man.

“What’s wrong sweets?” You looked at him with a look of disbelief.

“You just slapped me across the face. If I’m being totally honest, I’m terrified right now. You scare the living daylights out of me. The moment I saw you I was scared for my life. I don’t want you in here. If I’m going to have to live with you I want to be left alone… I don’t want to be scared for my life. Please just go…” He looked at you, shock on his face.

“Alright. If you need something you can let someone know.” He placed a hand on your hunched back and left.

A small part of you felt bad for banishing him from your life but it wasn’t right for him to treat you in such an awful manner. You let out a sigh and laid down on the comfortable bed. Before you knew it you had slipped in to a deep sleep, forgetting about the disaster your life had become.

"I'm not your blind date but you came over and I was eating alone so I went with it and now you're calling me by a different name" AU

I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymore

Lena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.

So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.

She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.

The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.

“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.

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Tantalizing: 05

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Sex Toys, Degrading Names, Choking, Spanking, Slight BDSM, Handjob, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Exhibitionism, Fingering, Gagging, Blinfolding, Slight Violence? Slight Angst?
Word Count: 7,599

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poems i would write you | shawn mendes

MY MASTERLIST

word count: 9,018 (i was gonna split this up, but decided to just keep it together. it’s long. put on your favorite sweatpants and grab that bag of hot cheetos you’ve been saving before you dig into this thing.)

author’s note: GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN? BERRY’S BACK, TELL A FRIEND. welcome to the first installment of my college!shawn series, which takes place during Y/N’s (that’s you) freshman year. it’s got fluff, angst, and some pretty stupid decisions on everyone’s part. title from “shot down” by khalid, as per a recommendation from @light-up-shawn. enjoy.


Your name: submit What is this?

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Upon your arrival to college, you had been on the receiving end of entirely too much advice from various relatives, older friends, and even strangers. Don’t walk alone at night, don’t sign up for eight AM classes, don’t drink the “jungle juice” at any frat parties.

Your parents had told you to focus on your studies and seek tutoring help if you needed it. Your sister had encouraged you to join a sorority to really be at “the heart” of university life, as if you knew what that meant. The only advice your cousin gave you was to always remember your room key and to pack a pair of shower shoes, the latter of which she accompanied with a shudder - you could piece together that anecdote on your own.

But nobody had prepared you for this particular problem.

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nude wars — preview

pt1 | pt2 preview

pairings: yoongi x reader x jungkook

genre: smut, touches of fluff / frat!yoonkook

description: Okay sure, maybe having a threesome with two best friends from the same frat wasn’t the smartest thing you’d ever done. But hey, when the result was them vying for your attention in the form of scandalous snaps, breathy audio messages, and unspeakable texts, well then the decision definitely wasn’t that bad.

— Or alternatively, your phone getting caught in the middle of Yoongi and Jungkook constantly trying to one-up each other in a war of sexting (and just maybe romantics).

note: so I know pt2 was supposed to come out today, but I’ve been sick for the past week and a half and I actually ended up having to go to the hospital yesterday bc I guess I wasn’t taking it seriously enough. but yeah, I thought I could at least post a tiny snippet ;;


It took all of five minutes into your shift for the post-sexting depression to kick in. The only word you could use to describe today’s atmosphere at work being completely dead. There were barely any customers to keep you occupied, leaving you to watch the time tick by as your only form of entertainment, second by unbearably miserable second burying you deeper into a realm of inescapable boredom.

And this continued on… For five miserable hours, until you finally managed to gain some relief. Your good friend and co-worker, Jimin, finally coming in to start his shift.

“Someone looks like they had a long night. Let me guess, another late night on greek row?” He snickered, making his way behind the counter to join you.

“Haha, very funny, but… Yeah,” You ended up admitting, causing chuckles to fall from both of you.

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The Intern

a/n: Heya fam! I knowww I’m supposed to be on a break and yes I am seeing your requests (and I’ve even started a few of them) but I was thinking last night and well … I kinda came up with this. Let me know if it’s something you’d like to see continued maybe in the future?? Okay SERIOUSLY THIS TIME, adios muchachos.

*** Warnings - Language

*** This is unedited?? Like just about everything else i post these days? sorry.

“Y/n? I’m Tom, nice to meet you.” A voice called from behind me. I turned around see the familiar golden locks of Tom, the production manager of Shawn Mendes’ world your, and- for the next three months- my boss. Tom had hired me to assist him with the visuals on Shawn’s tour. I was only and intern, the pay was shit, but still… I was going on our with Shawn Mendes.

I smiled a took hold of his extended hand, shaking it slightly. “It’s nice to meet you.” I said nervously. “Very nice to meet you.”

He smiled and led me towards the arena where the Show that night would be held. “You came just in time. I was just about to set everything up for tonight’s visuals but maybe you’d like to do it? Give me a feel of what your skill level is.”

“I’d love to!” I exclaimed.

“I like the enthusiasm.” He said with a chuckle as we stepped through the door.

The inside of the arena was not at all what I was expecting. Everyone was rushing somewhere, yelling orders to someone else. I was immediately put into a state of alertness, ready to spring into action.

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And It’s Like No Time Has Passed

without trying very hard at all you can see bob’s current Look™ in this

(ao3) (general warning for 4x13 spoilers just in case)


“Predictable.”

Bellamy looks up like he’s been caught, pushing up his glasses and smiling guiltily. For all the times Clarke drew him over the past six years– on every spare piece of scrap paper she could find, every blank stretch of wall in the lab– she never imagined him like this: hair shaggy and long, the sharpness of his jaw shadowed with stubble, wearing glasses.

Smiling, easy and relaxed.

It feels wrong that most of her memories of him are shadowed by tension, broad shoulders pulled tight, jaw muscle jumping, gaze hard and canny. A soldier in wartime. Her heart aches that she gets to see him like this, gets to see him at all.

“What are you trying to say, Princess?”

His voice makes her breath catch.

Six years of talking to an empty radio channel, hoping against hope that she’d hear his voice coming through, but never really expecting it to. And now he’s here, and he’s answering back, and it’s just– it’s a lot to take in.

“Leave it to Bellamy Blake to find his way straight to the armory,” she says with feigned exasperation, and he ducks his head, smiling. “Most of your crew is enjoying the feast we prepared for you guys, but not you.”

“You think I’m gonna waste my first chance in six years to really get away from Murphy?”

Clarke laughs and comes to stand next to him, watching as he meticulously cleans each piece of the gun before him, fingers deft and sure. It’s pretty hot, if Clarke is honest with herself.

And she’s learned to be very honest with herself the past few years.

They’re barely touching, his arm skimming hers every time he moves, but it sets her heart racing fast as ever.

Get it together, Griffin. You’re not seventeen anymore.

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Paper Hearts

A stupidly fluffy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Valentine’s Celebration


Simon

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Meet me in Room 172.

           I refold the note, noticing how the paper has already settled into well-known creases since this morning.  It’s not the first anonymous note I’ve gotten over the past week, but it’s the first time the writer has made a move beyond waxing poetic.

           The Watford halls are sickening today, even to me.  I understand the appeal of decorating for Christmas, but Valentine’s Day?  It just seems a little patronizing to adorn the walls in that many paper hearts, whether the hearts can magically float around people’s heads or not.  And it’s not that I’m a cynic, but Valentine’s Day this year was set to be a difficult one for me, since I no longer have Agatha to dote upon.

           But as I slip the little creased note back into my pocket and make for Room 172, the paper hearts seem less mocking and my own beating heart feels just a bit lighter.

           When I reach the door I falter, doubts rushing to my head.  What if there’s no one there?  And what if there is?  Then what?

           But I turn the knob and shove open the door.

           And immediately I see who’s waiting and I hate the thrill that bolts through me, and I wish that I had turned back.

           Baz’s face goes red when he sees me and I wonder briefly if I’ve seen him this angry before, so enraged that he turns colour.

           “What,” he seethes, “are you doing here?”

           “What am I doing here?” I spit back, my heart sinking and racing at once.  “What are you doing here?”

           “None of your business,” he growls, sitting on one of the desks and pointedly looking anywhere but at me.

           Everything in me is boiling.  I’m angry and I’m disappointed at once, but I puff up my pride and stalk over to another desk and sit down to wait.  Maybe the fates will be on my side for once and the mystery writer will reveal themselves yet.

           Although, would that be the fates with me or against me?  Because everything right now is looking like Baz wrote the note, and sitting here in the empty classroom full of paper hearts with him just a few desks away, it’s getting harder to ignore the buzzing under my skin and harder to ignore the fact that he is the common denominator.

           The clock ticks away like a drumbeat and I stare at the door, hoping, praying for something to happen.

           “Why are you here?”

           I throw a glance over at Baz, who has turned his head so that he can see me without looking at me.  “If you must know,” I reply sharply, “I’m waiting for someone.”

           “Really?”

           “You think I’m lying?”

           “I think you’re pathetic.”

           I have to squeeze my eyes shut and count to ten like Penny told me before I can breathe evenly again.  “What’s your excuse, Basil?” I grit through my teeth. “Why do you have to be here?  Has no one invited you across the threshold?” It’s a lame dig, but I know it will be effective, whether he shows it or not.  If there’s anything I’ve learned from being his enemy it’s that vampire jokes are a no-no.

           “I told you, it’s none of your business.”

           “Can’t you take your business elsewhere, then?”

           “No.”

           “Arse.”

           “Prat.”

           When I turn to throw another insult at him, the sun through the window catches the side of his face and turns his eyes to silver… and the insult dies in my throat.

           Beautiful.

           I try to stomp on the thought.  No.

           But it’s too late.  

           It’s there.  It’s taken root.

           And the longer I look at him the more it flowers.

           Another thought bubbles up to the surface almost tentatively.  Are you sure it wasn’t him?

           As much as I know I should try to extinguish that notion along with the previous, I let it linger.  If I think back on it, I don’t think I ever have seen him angry enough to turn red.

           So maybe he’s not angry.  

           Maybe it’s something else.

           When he meets my eye, I’m still staring at him, and his gaze darts away again, but his cheeks.

           They go pink, and there’s no anger in his eyes.  Only uncertainty.

           His silver eyes.

           And all at once, I decide to change everything.

Baz

“Alright, Baz,” comes Simon’s soft voice, “you can drop the act.”

           I turn to look at him again, and it’s like looking at the sun because I can feel his image scorching onto my retinas.  Meeting Simon Snow’s gaze is something that can only be done in doses, for me at least, I don’t know why.

           Well, I know why, but I can’t logically explain it.

           “Act?” I repeat dumbly.

           He slides off the desk and takes a slow step in my direction, and even that is enough to set my heart hammering.  “Yes,” he says, “act.”

           “I don’t know what -”

           “I think you do,” he interrupts me, “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He pauses for a breath, like he’s second-guessing himself, but then he meets my eyes again.  “I think you wrote the notes.”

           My brain screeches to a halt and nothing makes sense.  “Notes,” I reply, and I hate myself because the boy I’m head-over-heels for is actually not at my throat and I sound like a parrot.

           He seems to get a burst of confidence.  “It’s okay, Baz,” he goes on, still slowly advancing, “I don’t mind, but you could have just said something.”

           I have nowhere to go.  I want to leap up from my spot and run, but I can’t.  Even in all this, my pride wins.  I’m on a desk in the middle of an empty classroom, and I’m cornered.  “Said something,” I stammer, “about what?”

           He shrugs, right in front of me now.  “Anything from any of the notes, which were unbelievably mushy, by the way. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

           “Hang on,” I stop him, unable to keep from shrinking back.  “You’ve been getting notes?”

           “All week,” he grins, “though I didn’t realize it was you until I got here.  I have to say, that last one was weak poetry. I mean, ‘roses are red, violets are blue’?”

           Something in my brain clicks and I swear I hear a ding.  “‘Meet me in Room 172’,” I finish with a sinking feeling.

           His face lights up like all the stars in the sky are in his eyes.  “I knew it was you,” he murmurs, and – Crowley – his gaze flickers to my mouth, no more than a foot away.

           And I want it.  I want to keep quiet and let him close the distance.  Hell, I want to do it myself.

           But I reach into my pocket and pull out the scrap of paper from inside.  “Then I hate to tell you this, Snow,” I say quietly, my heart breaking, “but I didn’t do it.”

           He looks away from my eyes for the first time and his brow scrunches up when he sees the note in my hand.  He takes it from me and unfolds it, his eyes scanning over the words again and again, the same little three-line poem.  I watch as he checks his pockets, finding an identical note in his jeans, and the penny drops.

           “It wasn’t you,” he says, almost to himself, and his face falls.

           “I’ve been getting anonymous notes all week, too,” I confess.  “It’s a trick on both of us.”

           His hands are shaking.  “Why would anyone do this?” he asks quietly, his face reddening, and I can’t tell whether it’s with embarrassment or anger or sadness, or all of the above.

           “I don’t know,” I stand at last and saunter over to lean against the wall, grateful for some air that isn’t charged with proximity.  “People are dicks, I guess.”

           “And you swear that you had nothing to do with it?”  He won’t look at me at all now.

           “I swear.”

           He squeezes his eyes shut and I half expect tears to appear on his cheeks, but he just nods once and turns to march towards the door.

           An image flashes through my brain, of his eyes boring into mine, of how they flickered down to my flustered mouth.

           And suddenly I decide that I’ve had enough of this.

           “Simon.”

           He stops dead in his tracks.  “What?” he says without looking at me.

           “I’m sorry.”

           “What for?  You said you didn’t do anything.”  His voice sounds sore, like he is fighting tears after all.

           “I’m sorry that you thought it was me,” I tell him, “because…” I trail off, unsure how to finish.

           “Because what?”

           I wish he would look at me.  “I hate to ask, but did you mean any of that?”

           “About not minding if it was you?”  He sighs like he’s given up.  “Yes. I meant all of it.”

           He meant all of it.  From the words to the glance at my lips.  All of it.

           He shoots me a red-faced glare at my silence.  “Happy?”

           I stare back, and I can feel a big stupid grin bubbling up.  “Yes, actually.”

           That catches him off-guard.  “Why?”

           “Because I wouldn’t mind if it was you, either,” I blurt out before I can lose my nerve.

           His eyebrows finally un-furrow and he meets my eyes properly.  I know that I’m turning pink again, but as he starts to step towards me, I hold his gaze.

           When he’s right in front of me again, close enough that I have to look down to see him, he whispers “You mean…”

           One of the paper hearts littering the room suddenly jumps up off a desk, and I don’t know if they’ve been charmed to target fools in love or not, but it starts to dance around my head.

           Simon chuckles at the heart.  “Is that a yes?”

           I allow myself a tempered version of the big stupid grin.  “You could say that.”

           The heart swoops in front of my eyes, and I lazily wave it away.

           Simon stands on tiptoe and plucks the heart from the air by my eyes, and we’re no further than a breath apart.

           And then he leans in the rest of the way.

Agatha

Penny squeezes my hand hard when they finally fall together, and I squeeze back.  Stealthily she snaps a silent photo on her phone, and I make a mental note to get her to send it to me later.  The fruits of our labours.

           We step back from the open door of Room 172 as quietly as we can, but I doubt we need to worry.  Simon and Baz are both far too occupied to notice us.

           Penny keeps hold of my hand as we make a break for it, waiting until we’re around several corners before speaking.

           “Damn,” she grins at me, “we are good.”

           All I can do is grin back, still holding her hand as we stroll down the hallway, kicking up clouds of red paper hearts.

Patater Week - Day 7

Feb. 12- Adopting a Pet Together (Bonus points for including Kit!) - 1.5K

Kimmy’s sitting outside the pet shop, fenced in with two other volunteers and about fifteen puppies when the 6’4 guy with the Falconer’ cap comes up to her.

“Puppy for sale?” he asks, his accent thick. European, Kimmy guesses, but she’s pretty bad at pinpointing these kinds of things. He’s pointing at the wriggling ball of fur in her lap, gnawing at a plastic bone.  

“Adoption,” Kimmy says, then cradles the puppy as she stands. “Would you like to hold him?”

“Can I?” the man asks, sounding pleasantly surprised as he sets down his groceries.

“Sure,” Kimmy says. This particular puppy hasn’t really been catching the attention of families throughout the day. He’s a little plain, Kimmy supposes, and shy around strangers. “Just kind of hold him with two hands—there you go.”

The man is astonishingly gentle when she transfers the puppy to him, and the dog looks comically small in his hands. The man’s eyes are twinkling, and he holds the dog close to his chest, kissing it on the head very lightly as he murmurs in Russian.

“His name’s Kenny,” Kimmy says. “We found him in a box downtown, along with a couple others. They’ve all had their shots, gotten fixed, microchipped, it’s all included in the adoption fees.”

“His name Kenny?” the man grins, like there’s a joke behind that. 

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Reiji’s Sleeping Vampire

No one reads this but I’ll say my spiel anyway. The entire reason I bought a fucking PS Vita and bought freaking Vandead Carnival was so that I could do this. Because it isn’t anywhere.  And tbh going through Reiji’s things just pisses me off all the more because yeah he’s a dick but all the guys are and deep down he’s so fucking genuine?? So please, appreciate Reiji-sama. Translation was done by me and my questions were answered by boyfriend-sama so everyone give him thanks or else I’d still be pulling my hair out XD So yeah. Enjoy~ 

*Do not use without explicit permission*


Oh, did you wake up? Ah…were you planning to sleep?

That’s perfect. Well then, how about sleeping?

Even if you say that, you’re not in bed.

You don’t understand? It should be different from usual.

*sighs*…it doesn’t make sense to try and explain things to a dull woman like you.

Oh, I see. The luxurious one is different.

The way this feels…you can understand just by touching it. You, however…

That’s right. Isn’t it different from yesterday?

I had it measured while you were at school.

The bed is an antique so I left it as is, I only changed the sheets.

Because it was ordered from a well respected shop in Western Europe…I came to hear opinion.

Despite that, I’m amazed that I did not get the answer that I wanted to hear the most.

You still don’t seem to know the difference. It seems it’s best to leave your bed as is.

Good grief… it’s problematic for you to be at the same level as my brothers…

Hah? What are you talking about?

Isn’t it obvious that only the bed sheets and pillow case were changed?

The triplets are sleeping so they wouldn’t mind.

It is doubtful that Subaru would be sleeping in a bed.

I don’t need to explain that, do I?

Anyway, you are the only one who would use it.

That is why, I came to hear your opinion…

I tried sleeping by myself to make sure there is nothing wrong with it.

The sheets on this bed are mine. And of course, you are too.

Even saying that, I can’t find a reason to blame you for wanting to sleep beside me.

You know, don’t you? As long as you know that’s fine.

Even so, it’s the truth. That this has a nice and soft touch.

The firmness of the mattress is just right for me. How does it feel for you?

That’s a rather simple answer. If you could give me something more concrete, I’d like to hear it.

For example, to what degree is your body sinking into the mattress?

If you said that you are not sleeping because you are next to me, that is an invalid argument.

Because like this it won’t be long before you’re sleeping next to me.

Please think for yourself what that means.

How is it? This feeling of our bodies against each other…don’t you think it’s wonderful?

The feeling of the elasticity pushing back on your body. It’s the perfect balance.

You don’t know? *he sighs*…How troublesome.

Why did I even change yours…you understand at least that much, don’t you?

I do not need thanks. *sighs* Explaining it to a disappointing person like you would be as painful as breaking a bone.

You must understand your position.

You’re food, aren’t you? (He says this super teasingly though not very condescending like)

That’s why, you have to sleep well and stay healthy.

I have a duty to keep you in top physical condition with a good environment.

Kuku. I’m not worried about your body.

Would you let me suck blood from an unhealthy body?

The state of your blood, of course, is important, but so is your skin.

If your scars don’t heal quickly, then it will be a burden on your body.

It may eventually lead to discomfort of the whole body.

You yourself know best don’t you?

Well, that’s that. But there are things to that which make it convenient.

If my bite remains on your skin forever…

That would be a mark of my posession.

Even if you accidentally got caught by another man with your clothes all ripped…

If there were a lot of bite marks on your skin left by me, it will show that I own you, no?

Yes, in fact, if someone tries to ignore the number of perfectly beautiful bites that I have given you…

If such a reckless man exists, I will eliminate him before he reaches you.

Kuku…then? No matter what sort of hand touches you, I will erase it.

However, it seems that you like and are prone to falling into traps. So please, be careful.

Being sleep deprived and spaced out is not an excuse.

In that case, please try and have a proper sleep.

That said…what is with your sleeping posture?

With that sort of cheap pajama material, no matter how much you change the bedding it will not matter.

Because the design was cute, that’s why you picked it? You truly are a shallow person.

It seems as though there are several things in which I will have to properly train you again.

“Negligence” is the meaning of the word “sloppy”

Sleep quality is reduced with such negligence.

Here, touch my clothes.

Do you understand? What kind of material this is…

Yes, silk. Once you feel how smooth this is, you can never choose anything else.

Of course, this bed and pillow cover are also silk. You’ve noticed this much at least, haven’t you?

What a surprised sound you made…well, that’s fine.

Because silk is also excellent in humidity, it is perfect for wearing.

I will give you some next time.

In that case…well, let’s keep a design in mind for the moment.

It is important to choose something that would suit you.

You do not have to thank me. Because what is most suitable for you, that is something I know most.

Wide shouldered with an open neckline, a one-piece design would be good, wouldn’t it?

You’ll get cold? You don’t need to worry about such things.

If I suck your blood, your skin begins to heat up, and then you will no longer be cold.

If you twist your body and raise your voice, it’s only natural…for you.

That’s right, I’ve seen your twisted figure, it is useless to deny.

Lift up your face.

It seems you misunderstood. Honestly…you are a foolish person no matter how much time passes.

What you need is to be properly groomed, since you are only food.

In order to become suitable…do you understand now?

Even so…why are you looking at me with such eyes?

I have not said a single word of this thinking of you.

Despite this, I have told you what suits you.

It is natural to think that based on subjectivity? Think of your position.

Well even then. I need to know your hobbies.

If you want, I will give it a little thought.

I do not feel like giving you excessive expectation. Please do not hesitate.

[Your name]

What are you laughing for? Stop giving such a frustrating reaction.

*sighs* Is it not time you went to bed?

You are not sleepy? Please do not say such stupid things.

Even though I already explained this much, it’s amazing you can still say such things.

I see. It is important for you to consider actions that are in accordance with my will.

Are there secrets to sleeping well? That is something that exists without a doubt.

Speaking of things that make for a pleasant sleep, it is said that it is better to have a hot drink before going to sleep, no?

You already drank some? For once you had a good idea.

Then? What on earth did you drink?

Black tea?

Why did you choose black tea?

Enough already, tell me. Could it be that you heard it was good for sleep?

*sighs* As expected, you are disappointing.

Are you unaware that black tea, just like coffee, have the effect to hinder sleep?

No matter how relaxing the fragrance, you should avoid them because of such ingredients.

If you put something in the tea, though, the story may be different.

Yes. Because if you become unconscious, then you will sleep well.

Would you like to test it now? (The words he uses for this here already imply that he’s not being serious)

If you do not want to be told such a joke, then please correct yourself first.

Honestly, to be misled by such a rumor, you are a human that cannot be helped.

If you only listen to “others” you’ll only end up hurting yourself.

You only ever have to listen to what I say.

There’s no objection, right?

Before going to bed, hot milk is best. It would be good to drink some from now on.

It is important to do so, without question.

Let’s order some milk from the ranch. Getting it fresh every day would be good.

I don’t have to go that far? Exactly what are you misunderstanding?

I do not feel like drawing out your thoughts. This is simply all part of “food” (he’s referring to her) management.

Honestly…No matter how many times I say it, you never understand…*sighs*

I do not like doing things half-way. Even if it is something like “food” management.

In order to finish things perfectly, it is important not to go crazy for anything.

If you can move exactly how I’d like, I would not have to go this far.

It seems like you have a talent for making trouble for me… it’s upsetting.

…If you understand, then.

Go to sleep.

Why is it that you have to be ordered by me.

Moreover, you would like for me to leave the room. (It sounds awkward in translation, I wasn’t sure how to word it. But basically he’s annoyed by the fact that he constantly has to tell her things and she has no initiative on her own. And on top of no initiative, she wants him to leave the room so she can sleep alone)

No good. Since today I changed the pillow, I will stay here until you fall asleep.

Because it seems that you cannot sleep now that the pillow has been changed.

Well, you didn’t even notice that the pillow had been changed. Truly a disappointing woman. Be mindful of it.

Now, sleep. Close your eyes…yes.

-cuts to black-

*Reiji sighs*

Why is your body stiff?

With that sleeping face, you will be tired. That’s obvious isn’t it?

Please try your best to sleep. For example, isn’t there a pointless human saying about sheep?

Well, I don’t think such a thing will work. It is meaningless to know what little people think.

However, maybe it suits you. Try it.

*laughing* Did you really try it?

I don’t trust something so ridiculous…it’s silly.

But that’s exactly why…this foolish way suits you.

What happened? For you to be speaking to me while counting

Even with your eyes closed, can you feel my gaze on you?

There is no problem with that. Why should one take their eyes away from the target?

I must stay here until I can confirm that you are sleeping properly.

Or, could you be saying that I am an inconvenience by staying here?

If so, you must let me hear the reason. Come, say it.

It’s embarrassing? What are you saying?

I do not understand what it means to be embarrassed being next to me.

Think about it. Isn’t it funny for prey to be embarrassed by being near me?

Hm… Is there a different reason? It is nonsense to focus on one assumption.

So what other reason is there?

Are you feeling embarrassed that once again you’ve realized you are incompetent unlike myself?

Or are you feeling the shame and self pity for being unable to fulfill your role as food?

Later on, you will realize the advantage you have by having me.

This is how I…is it because I am staring at you from such a short distance?

Oh? It seems I found the answer.

*opens eyes*

-cuts to Reiji again-

Didn’t I tell you not to open your eyes?

*chuckles* Were you planning on stealing a glance?

If you’re planning to continue looking…

How about I look directly at you?

What’s wrong? You wanted to see, didn’t you?

It’s fine.

Ah, that’s right….this is a good opportunity. With such a thing, let us graduate from what is upsetting us.

From here on, I will allow you to get used to it.

So then, please adjust your gaze. Do not look away, please continue watching.

Excuse me.

Your pulse is faster than usual. I will keep this in mind.

With your eyes fixed on me…it may be more effective if we are closer together.

Woops. I cannot give you the option to escape.

I can’t bring you closer because I already have you roughly by the wrists…

That’s no fun. Then, come, closer to me. (the game makes you touch the screen so that you’ll get closer)

More.  Even closer.

What are you waiting for? I do not remember telling you to stop.

At this distance our lips will touch? *chuckles*…is there something wrong?

There is no problem. Continue…Or do you not want to touch me?

What are you saying after coming such a distance?

Kiss me.  (Ok the feel of this gets completely lost and I hate it but idk how the fuck else to translate it. It’s not as direct or harsh, it’s pretty soft the way he says it, more like he is requesting one from her, like ‘from you, a kiss if you please’ but not in so many words)

This is an order. You must absolutely obey my instructions.

Why are you upset? Even if you make me wait, I will not spoil you.

You understand don’t you?…Since expressions of commitment are fine, do hurry up.

*you have to touch the screen again for a kissu!*

*Reiji sighs*

Why did you avert your eyes?

Look while kisses are exchanged (ok but bastard closed his eyes in the CG??)

Yes, of course I was going to be looking to check.

However, even disciplining you in this fashion, it will take hundreds of years.

You can overwrite such feelings of embarrassment with something that feels good.

Don’t you think?

Furthermore, no one is saying to kiss deeply or intensely.

As for myself, I do not mind trying a kiss like…

I will dare to leave you here. It will also convey to me what sort of feelings you have.

However, I do not know how you truly think of me.

If it is to me, it is fine to show it as you’d like.

Why do you have such disappointed eyes?

*heroine closes eyes and kisses him*

Nn…

*opens eyes again*

Was this your answer?

*his smile gets bigger*

 …No, this is fine. It is not enough but…I understand.

Very well….*kisses her some more*

Your gaze…do not divert it…*more slow sensual kisses*

I would not say it is embarrassing, would you?

This kiss…

Because I received it from you.

I will let you get used to it….*more kissing*

*scoffs* What happened? Making that sort of face, your blood pressure is rising.

The blood vessels in you human beings are incredibly fragile, so please be careful.

But can you stop having such labored breathing over something like this?

It is not pleasure I want you to remember. It is comfort.

By touching your hands, forehead, lips.

I can understand that comfort has been gained.

Do you believe me?

*scoffs* What’s with that happy answer?

…if you say that, then calm down the speed of your pulse and relax.

And with that, you should try to sleep well.

Oh? Are you forgetting now? I came to manage your sleep.

That is why you must understand the original purpose exactly.

Are you going to sleep well?

I see. You are a troublesome woman.

Well then, for a little more…we can touch each other.

Calling it skinship is a bit awkward, but it cannot be helped.

Please do not be conceited. I do not accept all of your actions.

Well, like this…it is not so bad to feel warmth.

What? Do not hold someone’s hand without permission.

Your head? ….Like this?

*laughs* What sort of face are you making? In a stupid way, like that of a dog being groomed…it’s a happy face.

You’re the only woman who accepts my hand in such a happy way.

Good grief, for you to relax in such a way…

It seems that I will have to go to bed next to you every day…

Let’s do it like this for a while…just stroking…

Goodnight, [Your name]

*closes eyes*

*small pause*

*Reiji sighs*

*eyes open*

When I am with you…my condition gets worse.

This…you are sleeping unprotected in my arms…you are truly a strange person.

But, for sleeping side by side to be so comfortable…

It was unnecessary to point it out. Nevertheless…why?

This satisfaction…makes me feel like I’m being filled with warmth.

It was not supposed to be in such a way, but seeing as it is now, it cannot be helped.

Everything is your fault, [Your Name]

For today, I will sleep with you.

Even in your dreams…resting peacefully…goodnight. 

Jealousy

Words: 1584

Jughead X Reader

A/N: I’m going to write a part 2 to this if anyone is interested. I almost made this a lot longer than it is too, oops

    “Jesus Jughead just admit you’re in love with her already!” Archie laughed at his raven haired friend across from him. Jughead chewed his french fries and glared at Archie. Sure,  Oh Jughead had feelings for Y/N, but he’d never admit it. He was always known for being quiet and self reserved, and for as long as his friends have known him, which was practically his whole life, they’ve never once seen him crush on someone. That was until Y/N came into the picture. She hadn’t been in town long, only a few months, but that’s all the time Jughead needed to become her best friend, and ultimately fall head over heels for her. He had become so close to her in fact, that she knew him better than anyone else. That scared him, and what scared him even more was how quickly and hard he had fallen for her. He didn’t want to mess up this friendship and push her away. He’d rather just stay quiet and suffer, and that’s what he did. Until his friends caught on that is.

    “I’m not in love with her.” Jughead said plainly, and Archie’s head fell to the table and he sighed.

    “What’s wrong with him?” Betty asked, sitting beside Archie in the booth.

    “He won’t admit his love for Y/N!” Archie cried out, sitting up. Jughead leaned over the table and put his hand over Archie’s mouth.

    “Could you keep it down? It’s bad enough I have you two, Veronica, and Kevin bugging me about my apparent feelings. I don’t need the rest of the town to join the bandwagon.”

    “Too late,” Betty said, stealing a few fries from Jugheads plate, which earned her a death glare. “Wow, sorry.” She said, throwing her hands up in surrender and laughing.

    “What do you mean ‘too late?’” Jughead asked, trying not to let the worry show in his voice.

    “Everyone and their moms know how smitten you are for her. Try as you might Jughead, but you’re not very good at hiding your feelings for her.” Betty shrugged. “Not that you need to, everyone can also tell how smitten she is for you.”

    “I’m still surprised someone as observant and smart as you hasn’t figured it out.” Archie chimed in.

Just then, Y/N slid into the seat next to Jughead.

    “What has our Jughead Jones not figured out yet?” she asked, looking around the table. Archie and Betty looked at eachother, and then at Jughead, who looked as if he were about to die of anticipation. Sitting there, he quickly thought of a lie before Archie and Betty said anything.

    “My novel…” he quickly stammered. Y/N turned to him, and a look of curiosity came over her face.

    “What can’t you figure out about your novel?”

    “Well he wants to do some background on Jason, maybe for the beginning of the novel.” Archie started, and Jughead gave a sigh of relief. He made a mental note to thank Archie later for the save. “Anyways, everyone in the town knows that Jason was in love with Polly, but Jughead here thought it would be nice to write a bit on their love. Maybe about how they fell in love, and when they finally told eachother they loved one another, not letting their families, or even their own conflicting feelings stop them.” Scratch that mental note, definitely not going to thank Archie anymore.

    “That’s an amazing idea!” Y/N beamed, smiling over at Jughead. Jughead just nodded his head and turned his attention to the burger in front of him. Y/N reached over to Jugheads plate and stole a few fries, and he looked over at her. Instead of giving her the death glare everyone was expecting, he just rolled his eyes and smiled.

    “I hate you sometimes.” He joked, and Y/N laughed and leaned her head on his shoulder.

    “You know you love me.” she teased, and Jughead tensed up. Archie and Betty laughed, and watched as Jugheads face turned bright red. “Even when I steal your food.”

    “You’re the only one he actually lets take food off his plate, so he must love you quite a lot.” Archie said. Jughead kicked Archie’s leg under the table, and Archie gave a strained smile, trying to hide his pain.

    “You okay Archie?” Y/N asked, looking over to her friend. Archie gave a breathy laugh.

    “I just got a leg cramp, I probably just worked too hard at practice. It felt like someone kicked me in the shin.” Y/N nodded her head.

    “Maybe you should be more careful then.” Jughead said, smirking at Archie.

    “Anyways, so are you going to tell me what happened at lunch today?” Betty asked Y/N, referring to an earlier conversation. Archie listened in, but Jughead was too deep in thought to notice a conversation was taking place.

    “Well, I got asked out on a date.” Y/N said, and Archie and Betty’s jaws dropped.

    “Who asked you out?” Betty asked.

    “Reggie. I’ve barely talked to the guy except for in math yesterday and apparently he liked me so much he wants to go out.”

    “Well are you going to go out with him?” Archie asked.

    “Um, well I don’t know.” Y/N gave a nervous laugh and glanced over to Jughead. Archie and Betty caught on to the glance and stared at Y/N. She looked at her two friends and saw their suspicious looks and turned her attention to the table. Betty cleared her throat and Jughead turned to her.

    “So Jughead, do you have any thoughts on this whole situation?” Betty asked. Jughead gave her a confused look, and looked around the table.

    “What situation?” he asked.

    “Y/N got asked out by Reggie today.” Betty said, sipping on her milkshake. Archie and her watched Jugheads face for a reaction, which he gave. Jugheads gaze quickly turned to Y/N and a mix of jealousy and sadness flashed over his face for a quick second, but was soon replaced with interest.

    “Well, did you say yes?” Jughead asked. Y/N played with the ends of her sleeves, and looked over to Jughead.

    “No, I told him I’d text him about it later on. I don’t know what to say.”

    “Maybe you should go.” Archie chimed in. All heads turned to him, and Jughead gave him a death glare like never before. “What?” Archie asked. “I didn’t think he was going to actually do it.”

    “You knew this was going to happen?” Betty asked. Archie nodded his head.

    “Yeah why do you think I was pushing-” Archie stopped himself before he outted his friend. “Anyways, a lot of the guys on my football team were talking about liking you Y/N. They made a deal that the first one to ask you would call dibs, and it looks like Reggie beat them to it.” Y/N looked down at the table again.

    “She’s not some object your numb skulled friends can call dibs on. And you shouldn’t go out with someone unless you really know them. Relationships take time, if you rush into them then they’re bound to fail.” Jughead said, looking over to Y/N. “don’t do this unless you really want to.”

    “I’m not sure what I want.” Y/N stammered.

    “How could you not know what you want? It’s not that hard, do you want to go out with Reggie yes or no.” Jughead pressed, jealousy obviously present in his demeanor.

    “It’s not that simple Juggie.” Y/N said, her voice catching in her throat. She quickly stood from the booth and turned to Archie and Betty. “I have to go.” She quickly turned and stormed off towards the exit.

    “Y/N wait!” Jughead yelled, sliding out of the booth. Betty stood up and stopped Jughead from chasing after her.

    “Let me go after her.” she said, walking after Y/N. Archie stood from his seat as well, and turned Jughead to face him.

   "What the hell was that?“ he asked, and Jughead rolled his eyes and sat in the booth again. He leaned his head in his hands and sighed. "You really handled that well Jughead. I’m proud.”

    “I could do without the sarcasm right now.”

    “What? Jughead doesn’t want to be sarcastic for once? You really must be upset.” Archie said, sitting across from Jughead.

    “I’m pissed.” he grumbled.

    “At Y/N?” Archie asked.

    “No, why would I be pissed at her? She did nothing wrong. I’m pissed at myself, I made her uncomfortable and upset. I’m her best friend, she’s supposed to be able to talk to me about these things, how is she going to trust me again after that outburst?” Jughead rubbed the bridge of his nose in attempt to release some pressure.

    “You need to get your jealousy under control there buddy.” Archie said, and Jughead glared at him.

    “No shit.” he huffed and Archie rolled his eyes. “Sorry, it’s just that’s kind of hard to do when she’s got the whole football team making bets on who can get in her pants first. They aren’t good for her!”

    “Just tell her how you feel, she obviously is confused on what to do because she’s in love with you.” Archie reasoned.

    “Maybe you’re right.”

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Streets (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: You are Bruce’s biological daughter, but you only know that since a few weeks.
You used to live on the streets and Jason and your path is linked closely (I know that timeline wise this might not fit, but whatever okay?)

Warnings: kinda fluff af, long

»»»
You were still not used to waking up in a smooth bed, underneath silky sheets in clean clothes.
You were not used to your bare feet on cold marble floor or fancy carpet.
But you were certainly not used to a butler, a father and his seemingly million adopted kids.

Your mother had a one night stand with non other than Bruce Wayne out of which you evolved.
Your mother never told you and she in general should never have been a mom in the first place.
Most of your teenage years you were living on the streets, but one night, a few weeks ago Bruce stood in front of you. He informed you about your mothers death, that she sent him a letter with a DNA test in her last days and that he was searching for you ever since.

You wanted to read the letter, but Bruce didn’t allow it.

“Good morning, Miss (Y/N). Have you slept well?” Alfred asked genuinely interested and sweet like every morning. For some reason you always managed to be the first to find the way out of bed, despite your insomnia.

“I have. Have you?” You flashed him a quick smile and reached for a towel, helping him with dishes.

Alfred nodded and took the towel from you replacing it with a cup of coffee. “Jason stayed over. I think you have not met yet.”

You flinch at the name. “Another one?”

You didn’t want to feel this bitterness, but you just couldn’t help and think how funny it was that Bruce played father for so many and didn’t even know he had a biological daughter who was caught in the middle of Gotham’s gang war. Feeling this was a waste of time and you tried your best to ignore it.

You sat on the couch, turning on the news and Titus laid down beside you with his head on your lap.
Nothing too shocking happened, well, nothing too shocking for your standards.

A young man trotted in and fell on the two persons couch that was standing across from the one you sat on. His arm was laying over his face, blocking the light off.
He was tall and muscular, very, and his dark hair was messy, falling on his forehead.
After some moments he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before looking at you with piercing blue eyes that for some reason seemed painfully familiar, but maybe it was just his name and value it held to you.

“Jason.” You nodded, trying to smile.

“(Y/N).” He returned the gesture.

You waited for him to throw all sorts of questions at you like Dick and Damian did, almost interrogating you, but they never came and you were thankful.
Alfred placed a cup of coffee on the coffee table.

“Thanks, Alfred,” Jason said. His voice was raspy and witty.

“Always, Master Jason.”

»»»»

Later that day Jason stood in front of the big window front, looking out at the dock where you sat with your feet in the water of the lake.
Something about you was familiar, but Jason just couldn’t point his finger at it.

“You should go and talk to her. I think you would get along well.” Alfred suddenly stood beside him.

“Nah, bet–”

“Please, Jason… for me.”

Jason turned his eyes away from you and glared at Alfred. He sighed. “Now I have to and you know it, Alfred. I did not expect such a card from you.” Jason threw his hands in the air and walked outside. Alfred grinned and gave you and him privacy.

“Okay, casual.” He muttered to himself, taking deep, encouraging breaths. Your back was turned towards him, but Jason walked loudly to make sure you didn’t jump and fall into the water.

“Hey, (Y/N). May I sit?” He made his voice sound cool and his hands were in the pocket of his hoodie.

You simply nodded and focused back on the water.

“It’s a little melancholy here.” Jason realized soon. “Are you alright?”

“You want the honest answer or the one where I lie to not make things awkward?” You asked playfully but dead serious. People did that a lot. Asking how someone was and expecting to hear a good, then not knowing how to deal with anything else.

Jason chuckled. You looked at him.

“I think I can handle the honest one.”

You sighed heavily. “This is just all too much. Everything. I used to sleep on benches and cardboard, now in that bed I feel like sleeping on a marshmallow, or I used to search for something to eat in the garbage and Damian took two bites of his sandwich and threw it away today.
And Alfred.
He is so sweet and nice and does everything and it makes me feel guilty.”

“You lived on the streets?” Jason narrowed his eyes at you. “No one told me.” He saw the confusion on your face and realized only now how judging it must have sounded to you. “I… I used to as well. Before Bruce took me in.”

The expression on your face softened.

“It never really goes away, to be honest. You can take the kid from the street, but not the street out of the kid.”

“Hm.” You thought about it.

“And Alfred; that’s just him. We all don’t deserve him, yes, but that’s his nature. It’s hard to not feel guilty, I know, but Alfred knows we all appreciate him. He’s not expecting anything from us, well, that we take care of ourselves.”

“Hm.”

“Damian is just in general a brat.”

You laughed and a smile spread on Jason’s lips. He liked the way you laughed, it made him want to hear more, tell a million jokes.
Did he know a good joke at all? He knew the ones Roy told, but they were all garbage.

“Something about you is super familiar, Jason.” You confessed. “I just don’t know what.”

“Actually, same!” He nodded and looked ahead. “Maybe we find out after a race to the other shore.”

“Are you serious?” You glared at him.

Jason shrugged. “Well, only if you can sw– THAT’S NOT FAIR PLAY!” He yelled as you already jumped into the water. Jason kicked his shoes off and followed, jumping in head first.

When you arrived at the other side both of you were out of breath, laying down on the grass.

“That was more exhausting than expected.” Jason shook his head, getting water out of his hair. It fell in heavy streaks on his forehead, making water drip over his cheeks.

You admired his appearance for a few seconds before finding your voice. “Maybe you should do more cardio instead weight lifting.”

“Ha!” He laughed. “I still won.”

“Nah, you didn’t!” You shoved at his arm, laughing with him for some moments, then got up and held your hand out. Jason grabbed it and pulled himself up and was now very close to you.

Each of you cleared their throats in awkwardness and stepped away. This exact moment felt like it had happened before, like a déjà-vu and both of you felt it.

“I assume we walk back.” You were hugging yourself, feeling how the cold nipped at your skin slowly but surely making it’s way through the wet clothes that were clinging to your body.

Jason nodded and you two found a slow but steady pace, almost trying to make the way longer than it was.

“Can I ask you something?” Jason said after a while.

“Sure.”

“Isn’t it sorta hard to know Bruce adopted so many children and didn’t know he had a biological daughter that needed his help just as much? I don’t know about you, but I’d be pissed.”

“But why wasting time? I can be bitter and grumpy or I can just enjoy becoming part of this, to witness living in a intact family with a roof over my head.”

“That’s mature.”

You scoffed. “It has been a long way and to be completely honest, yes, I’m a little salty.”

“How that?” He frowned.

“I’ve lost someone to that whole gang crap and after that the only thing I was able to feel was rage and anger. I was willing to kill people and set whole Gotham afire. It’s not a time I like to remember, but I try to be better than that now.”

“Oh, I’ve been there, too.” Jason chuckled. “You have no idea.”

“What happened?”

Jason glanced at the sky and sighed and you only knew one person who ever did it just like Jason now.
It hit you like a bolt, making your system crash down entirely. You lip quivered and your hands shook, your knees were made of jelly all of a sudden.

“Are yo–”

You jumped into his arms and let your tears run free. Your fingertips were digging into his shoulder and your feet dangled in the air.
Jason almost lost his palace.

“But they told me.” You sobbed. “I thought you died, oh my god.”

Jason’s eyes widened. His stomach turned upside down. This couldn’t– could it? Deep down he knew since moments, but pushed it away since it was impossible.

You pulled your head from his shoulder and laid your forehead against his. His wet hair was sticking to your forehead and your own locks were simply everywhere.
He let your bare feet touch the ground again and you cupped his face with your shaking hands.
Your thumb run over the scar on his cheek.
It wasn’t prominent, barely there, but you knew he had it, because you were there the night he got it.
You saved Jason from that thug who wanted gods know what from him.

“(Y/N).” His voice was a faint whisper stacked with disbelief. “(Y/N)?” He repeated.

You nodded your head violently and a smile of pure relief spread on your chapped lips. “Yes, Jason.” You stroke his hair back.

“How?” His voice broke and he buried his face into your shoulder and locked his arms around you so tightly one could think he wanted to be absorbed by you.

You two were crying now.
Happiness. Sadness. Relief.

Time seemed to blur away as you were wrapped up in each other, reunited after all those years. Now, the two of you could not believe you didn’t see it earlier. It was ridiculous.

The sun was setting when you finally pulled away.

Jason pressed his forehead to your and the two of you started to giggle and laugh. He stroke through your hair and your hands were caressing the skin of his cheeks.
Your eyes sparkled like galaxies.

“I saw your jacket, your blood soaked jacket.”

After you had saved Jason, you stayed together.
For the first time in your two lives you could trust someone entirely, for the first time you had someone who cared about you.
For the first time you two experienced love.
One morning Jason left. It was the day before your birthday and with the little money he somehow collected he wanted to buy you something nice. You told him not to, that you could spend the money on more important things, but he insisted.
Around the time Jason said he’d be back gunfire roared in the air.

“I gave the jacket to this boy because he was freezing.” He explained. “But I saw the blood where we stayed. Jerome told me you got hit, he said you died.”

You shook your head. “A bullet hit me in the leg, but ambulance was there and took me. That’s when I saw the jacket and I yelled for you and they said the boy who wore it is dead.

You two could just laugh with tears running.

“Something like this could only happen to us,” you said.

“I shouldn’t have believed him. I… I should have–”

“Shh.” You peaked his lips softly.

Jason’s knees shook. How often did he dream of you? How often did he imagine what it felt like to hold you and kiss you again?

_____

Part two where Jason finds out you’re an anti hero, protecting the kids living on the streets?
[I’m pretty okay with how this turned out. It would be nice to know what you think 💜]

Drunk RFA Confession

this turned so long in the end yikes, but i couldn’t help write angst because im angst trash lmao also im sorry to all jakes out there (requests are open btw!) ^^


YOOSUNG

  • Yikes, Yoosung?? in Zen’s house?? with beer???
  • It can only mean trouble for this drunk little bastard 
  • He was feeling really depressed because he’s been failing at LOLOL, failing at his exams and worst of all, MC was on a date
  • His chest was hurting so much at the thought of his hopeless crush with another person so he decided to drink his problems away
  • Zen was really irritated because Yoosung was sobbing and kept saying that his princess was taken away from him and that he will never have a chance with her
  • But Zen slapped this boi and called MC over saying that he couldn’t handle any more of Yoosung’s whining
  • She led him back to his apartment, struggling to keep himself on his feet but he felt giddy when he felt MC’s arms wrapped around his waist
  • MC tucked him to bed and placed a wet rug on his forehead
  • He caught  her hand and started kissing her fingers, kissing her knuckles and she was so red
  • “Yoosung what are you doing?”
  • “To reward my love for her hardwork”
  • His love?? wait he likes her????
  • “Yoosung what are you talking about”
  • “You’re so pretty… I know I can’t be the perfect man for you and I cherish your happiness so I really hope this Jake guy you went on a date with treats you well, I love you” 
  • He brushes the hair from your face as he pressed his lips against yours and collapsed 

ZEN

  • Zen knew going to a club was bad and dangerous but he couldn’t help himself
  • He was going to play lead in another musical but he had accidentally broken his arm 
  • Zen protested and told the director he was going to be fine but told him that it was going to be too late and that they were going to find a new actor to replace him
  • He got really depressed and with the added fact that he recently saw MC with another guy laughing like they were on a date had him on the edge all week, that was his breaking point
  • He drank and smoked and was dancing with the girls at the bar trying to embed in his mind that it was MC he was holding but he just couldn’t imagine 
  • He was never really satisfied and had enough
  • He was stumbling when he reached MC’s door, knocking on it loudly
  • “Zen what are you doing out here, it’s late”
  • When she smells the smoke and alcohol in his mouth she couldn’t help but sigh 
  • Zen leans up against the door frame, puts his hands in his pocket and stares at her
  • “I’m sorry, but I had to see you atleast once tonight”
  • She pulled him in and made him sit at his couch telling him that there was no way she was going to let him go home in this state and offered to stay at hers for the night
  • Zen was really embarassed and while MC was draping a blanket around his body she kissed his forehead and sighed
  • “I thought we already talked about your drinking and smoking habits”
  • “I know.. and im ashamed that you get to see me like this, if that Jake dude ever hurts you, come to me I- I’ll be there for you, always. I’m just sorry I can’t be the man for you with all these habits… I love you”
  • Then he softly kissed her left eye and proceeded to kiss her lips gently before completely passing out on the couch
  • MC has never been so flustered 

JUMIN

  • They were celebrating yet again another engagement party of Jumin’s father
  • It was in a hotel venue and Jumin was free to invite a plus one so he decided to bring MC along
  • But his spirits deflated when MC said she couldn’t go because she had a date
  • So all night he was distracted and all night he kept subconciously reaching out for wine
  • He kept checking the messenger and when they were all teasing MC about her date and that she was the first to have a lovelife he couldn’t help bit feel a pinch in his chest
  • Screw that it felt like there was something impaled at his chest 
  • He can just imagine MC and her date sharing jokes, hugging… kissing
  • His grip on the glass tightened as it spilled on his thousand dollar suit
  • Jumin excused himself from the crowd because of his embarassing display and headed straight for the washroom
  • He collided with someone on the way and was about to scold them when he saw the familiar face and his glare suddenly disappeared into a soft gaze
  • MC was there and explained that they had a dinner date here and they had just finished.
  • Jumin wrapped his arms around MC as he inhaled her scent.. her scent. Not a trace of another man, meaning they haven’t displayed those actions and so Jumin was fast to claim them
  • Trying to place his scent on her trying to mark her as his
  • Jumin then realized that he must be drunk enough for him to get this bold
  • “Jumin you smell like spilled wine” She pushed herself off of him
  • “That’s because it is, darling” He smiled fondly at her, stroking her hair
  • “Get changed” 
  • “I don’t have any spare ones, but i’ll gladly head home so you can tend to me” jumin calm down
  • “No thanks but i’d see you off to your car atleast”
  • “Sounds good to me”
  • She led him to his van and adviced driver kim that he be sent home 
  • “Thank you MC… You’d be a good wife. I hope that he treats you well but remember that I will always hold you dear to my heart. I love you”
  • He kissed the top of her head as he held her waist

JAEHEE

  • Jaehee had been really stressed about the coffee shop that she owns with MC because she’s been out on a date while Jaehee basically suffers handling extra because of MC’s absence
  • Not to mention how cranky she has been all day, scaring customers away and often getting orders wrong
  • She has never been such a wreck until today 
  • She was on the verge of tears as she popped open a bottle of soju and drank away the sorrow of lost customers and broken hearts
  • Jaehee always had this hopeless crush on MC but seeing her with someone else really broke her
  • She suddenly started to laugh loudly to herself, her voice echoing through the empty coffee shop
  • “MC will never like a woman like me, a woman with no elegance, who’s such a stuck up while she’s out there reaching out to people and shining for them”
  • She was saying all these compliments about MC loudly 
  • And again laughed at how ridiculous the situation is 
  • So she dialed Zen’s number thinking that she could get some release by having to talk to someone about it
  • “Hey Zen, ugh im sorry to call, im just really stressed right now”
  • She started to talk about how she was too unfit for MC and afterwards started complimenting her yet again
  • “I just.. I just love her too much”
  • “Jaehee have you been drinking?”
  • She was startled when she heard a sound of a feminine voice instead of a male one though
  • Oh shit she accidentally called MC
  • She sighed through the phone 
  • “I’m sorry I didn’t get to help you today.. but look up”
  • Jaehee did and saw MC through the glass windows smiling, a phone at hands, and two cups of coffee on the other

SEVEN 

  • The stress of previously working from an intelligence agency is greater compared to his current job but there will still be some bad days 
  • And today is one of those days
  • “You’ve been really cranky lately, what’s gotten into you?” Saeran asked as he rolled his eyes
  • Seven grunted as he continued to angrily type, muttering the words ‘date’, ‘MC’ and ‘Jake’
  • Saeran snickered as he opened a tab to a CCTV footage of her so called date
  • “Stop it, im trying to work” 
  • Seven had enough and closed the footage, allowing him to work more efficiently
  • After he had done a few assignments and Seran had gone back to his room, instead of chugging down his usual Phd Pepper he opted for the beer Zen once left when he visited
  • He was getting drunker by the minute and when he heard that someone got through his security system he was alerted
  • MC was there smiling while holding out the bag of ice cream she had bought
  • “Hey Seven! I bought you and Saeran Ice cre-”
  • “Are you stupid MC?!”
  • “W-what are you talking about?”
  • “I thought someone broke in ugh! I should’ve never given you the answers through my door”
  • “Why don’t you just stop meddling with my life! You’re so annoying, even back in the apartment you were annoying. Why can’t you just leave for one second”
  • “Fine then i’ll do you a favor and leave for more than a second, i’ll give you forever!”
  • “Suit yourself, go run away with that stupid Jake boy”
  • MC stood menacingly towards Seven
  • “Do not bring him into this”
  • “Aww little MC’s sooo inlove, yeah yeah just get out of here” Seven crossed his arms
  • MC eyes pricked with tears as she threw the ice cream at his feet
  • “That was supposed to be for you, since I knew you were stressed lately but who cares, tell Saeran I said hi… or goodbye”
  • She wiped the tears using her sleeve and quickly left the house
  • Seven tched as he picked up the Ice cream and suddenly sobbed, curling his body and running his fingers aggresively through his hair 
  • Saeran came in and was confused as to why Seven was acting like that
  • He saw the food and connected the pieces together
  • “You idiot.. MC was coming to bring you this didn’t she, what did you do”
  • Saeran held Seven’s collar, pulling him up
  • “What did you do?!?”
  • After a punch to his face, Seven tried to catch up to MC seeing as she wasn’t too far but his drunked state didn’t help but impede his running
  • When he spotted her he shouted her name at the top of his lungs not caring wether other people hear him
  • But he broke when he saw MC’s tear streakened face
  • “MC I’m sorry! I’m stupid and I’m sorry! please… I love you”
  • MC was shocked after hearing those words but still she turned around
  • ….and left
Evening Classes & FaceTime Calls

Raphael Santiago imagine

Summary: You were turned into a vampire a couple of years ago on the disastrous night you’ve died. When the new guy, Simon, needs to learn some things, you help him, but not without running into some trouble getting back to the hotel, making Raphael very angry for getting in trouble. But why?

A/N: I’m about to leave on a trip to Amsterdam. I’m hoping to get some writing done, but I can’t promise anything. I hope you’ll like this one.

Prompts: “Are you hitting on me?” – “Wrong day to piss me off.” – “My weekend plans did not involve dying.”

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“Ugh.” You let out a deep sigh and let yourself fall onto the sofa, leaning your head backwards. You stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, before closing your eyes.

“That bad huh?” You opened your eyes to see Raphael staring in your eyes from above you, trying not to smile.

“Can you remind me once more why I thought this would be a good idea?” You asked, still leaning your head backwards, looking up at him.

He moved to come sit besides you on the couch, making you turn your head so you were laying on your ear, still not lifting you head up.

“For the record, I never said taking evening classes was a good idea.” He leaned his arm against the couch, and rested his head against his hand.

You closed your eyes and let out another sigh. “I know, it’s just,” you paused, searching for the right words, but Raphael finished your thoughts for you. “You never got the chance while you were human, I know.” He looked at you with sorrow in his eyes. “I get it, I died at fifteen. I missed out on a lot of things as well.”

You looked away from his eyes, not wanting to show the pity you felt for him, as it would only make the situation even worse.

You lifted your head up just a bit. “Raphael,” you silently started, but you got interrupted when the new guy walked in.

“Wow, who died in here?” Simon said when he felt the vibe in the room, making Raphael glare at him, while you just looked at him out of the corner of your eyes.

“Wrong crowd.” He muttered when he saw your expressions.

You lifted your head when you thought about something. “You’re smart, right?” You asked suddenly, making both of the guys look at you.

“Uhm, I guess?” He said, sounding insecure.

“Is there a chance you could help me with my statistics class?” You asked hopeful.

“Sure.” He grinned.

“Actually,” Raphael added from beside you, “could you help him as well? You know, some training and vamp 101 stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Vamp 101 stuff?”

Raphael rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Sure.” You gave Simon a small smile, and turned your gaze back at Raphael. “By the time we’ll be done with each other, I’ll be a mathematical genius, and he’ll be the best vampire you’ve ever seen.”

Raphael let out a small snort. “Sure.” He nodded while being sarcastic. “Be sure to be back by five.”

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