#i eat danger for breakfast lmao honey i love you

[aenslem]

DOCTOR WHO (2005–) ⤷ Arachnids in the UK

#tvedit #chewieblog #userbbelcher #useroptional #cinemapix #mine* #sd* #dwedit #doctor who #timelordgifs #jodie whittaker #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan #mandip gill #usertennant #userteri #usersugar #underbetelgeuse #userdiana #i eat danger for breakfast lmao honey i love you

[stormkobra-5]

Hello my love! Congratulations on everything 🥰🎉🎉💐 Can I request prompt 16 or 19 with my beloved Jake pretty please?

Hello! Thank you so much! (I decided to do both because I have no self control lmao :p)

Prompt: 16) gruff muse is being grumpy and the other one just crawls into their lap and kisses them and 19) one muse is dangerous and has a soft spot for the other one, who approaches them to prevent them from hurting someone + Jake

Rating/Warnings: M, graphic depictions of gore/violence, protective!Jake, Jake beats the shit out of some guys, reader is almost mugged by said guys, Google translate Spanish (I reeeeeaaaaaalllyyy need to work on my Duolingo Spanish lessons), mention of Steven and Marc, brief allusion to sex, mention of sharing a shower

It was rare for your boys to have enough days off in order for you to actually be together. Of course, since it was easier for you, you would always call off if they had a few days for you, but usually only one of them got to front in that period, maybe two; and it had been at least a week or two since you’d seen Jake.

The morning was spent sleeping in, Jake having earned that extra rest. And when he woke up, it was all breakfast in bed, laughing and cuddling, and definitely lots of kissing— maybe some other things, too. When you finally managed to drag yourselves out of bed, and after a shared shower, you went to wash the dishes, only to be stopped by Jake, who wrapped his arms around you from behind and peppered kisses all over your cheek and neck.

“Jake, honey, I’m trying to do the dishes,” You said even as you leaned into his touch.

“Mm,” He hummed thoughtfully, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and resting there. He closed his eyes contentedly. “Let’s go out today, princesa.”

You turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh? Have anywhere specific in mind?”

“A walk in the park,” Jake breathed against your lips, “Eating out. Maybe go to that festival. Nothing special.” Jake seemed to have absolutely no idea that every day spent with your boys was special.

“Sounds good to me,” You whispered, pecking his lips. “Dishes first, though.”

With a playful roll of his eyes, Jake relented, helping you so that they got done faster. The two of you had to have walked the whole park when evening came around, and then several more blocks in order to get to the festival. If your feet were aching, you certainly didn’t feel it; it felt like a fairytale. You’d fed ducks, chased one another through the hedge maze, had hot dogs and ice cream, danced to a street performer, and a coffee date in a café next to the park. It was an amazing day with your boyfriend, and you wished every day could be this way.

On your way to the festival in the mostly-abandoned streets of nighttime London, a street-side flower vendor caught Jake’s eye. “Wait here, mi amor.” He left you with a peck on your temple and a smirk on his lips, hurrying over to the vendor. You watched him fondly as he bought a single rose, turning to look at you as he put it to his nose. Your cheeks hurt you smiled so widely.

Jake’s expression suddenly twisted in fear, and your heart dropped. When you turned to follow his gaze behind you, scared by him shouting your name, you saw a masked man lunge from the nearby alley, backed up by at least three other men. “Jake!” You didn’t even have to run— the man and his posse took off down the alley at the sight of your enraged boyfriend, who gave immediate chase. Worried for him, you followed him as fast as you could.

Your flight allowed you to bear witness to Jake grabbing one of the men by his shoulders, yanking him backward and slamming him so hard into the street that you heard something crack, wet and sickening. You flinched, hoping that it wasn’t the man’s skull. Jake kicked another man’s legs out from underneath of him before slamming him into a dumpster, busting his nose flat. The last two men he handled at once, taking hits in order to get close and land some. His punches were so strong that they knocked the men out on contact.

Bruised and heaving for breath but otherwise fine, Jake started to turn back to you— or so you thought. He paused at the man who’d attacked you, glaring down at him. “Hijo de puta,” he growled, before delivering a brutal hit to the man’s face.

You knew that with you having been threatened, Jake very well might kill these men. And if he were caught by authorities…

You rushed forward, taking his face in your hands to make him look at you. “Jake, stop— cops could be on their way any minute now. If they see you…”

Reluctantly, Jake stumbled back a bit before hurriedly searching you for injuries. “Did they hurt you, princesita?” When you shook your head, Jake took your hand in his and turned to lead you out of the alleyway. “Let’s get home quickly, before they see us.”

Once actually at your apartment, Jake sat on the couch with his head in his hands, unmoving. Silent. You waited for nearly twenty minutes for him to say something before realizing that he probably blamed himself. You could feel the anger— at himself and at the muggers— coming off of him in waves. With a sigh, you got up from your position across from him and urged him to sit back, allowing you to straddle him and kiss him tenderly. Jake returned the kiss after a moment, hugging you close. “Never again, mi amor. Never again.”

You kissed him again. “Thank you for protecting me, Jake.”

“I’ll always protect you, cariño,” Jake whispered, holding you as tightly as possible without hurting you or constricting your air flow. “Always.”

Little did you know that Jake had burned the faces of those men into his mind, and was already making the necessary plans to hunt them down. His mind was only there as you kissed his bloodied knuckles, as he caressed and kissed your face, relieved that he could still do so.

Nobody threatens Jake Lockley’s girl, that’s for damn sure.

Give me a prompt and a character!

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #stormkobra 5 answers #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada

[midnightmoonkiss]

Bunny Lingerie.

Bunny! Pro Hero! Midoriya Izuku X Fem! Bunny! Reader

Summary: The day of love prompts you to wear something new. Works out well enough!

WARNINGS!: Nsfw, Dom!Deku, mentions of breeding (’cuz bunny sex), squirting, doggy style, overstimulation

Category: Smut

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I rewrote this twice lmao. >.<

Just To Clarify:

You’re both adults

You’re both bunny-human hybrids (bunny ears, tails, noses(?), mindset)

You live together

It’s Valentines Day

Tag List: @coupsieddori @desia2 @brithedemonspawn

If you’d like to be added or removed please lmk!

Inhaling deeply, you gave yourself a final lookover in the full-body mirror standing tall in your shared bedroom.

You were nervous, anxious, so much so your ears were pressed flat against your head, body trembling, goosebumps forming on your skin.

This was the first time you’ve ever worn lingerie.

Sure, you couldn't deny that.. It made you feel pretty, but it also made you feel.. so terribly exposed. Your tummy and legs were completely bare!

It was a simple red baby-doll styled two piece, a thong with a shiny red bow in front. You looked like one of those fancy valentines day heart chocolate boxes with a fake bow tying it together.

An open invitation to be unwrapped and devoured without care.

The mere thought made you shiver in delight, bunny tail wagging likr a dog. It was exciting.

But you were still nervous.

How would he react upon seeing you?

Would he like it?

You hoped he would, considering this was the cutest piece in the store that fit your personality well enough. Besides, he liked cute things.

He always did. You knew he was up to no good whenever he’d whisper about how cute you were, once bright green eyes darkened to a lustful jade. Lust always made him look even more handsome.

But alas. Valentines Day hasn't been this nerve wracking since the first one you celebrated together over two years ago.

The day was about love, and you completely showered each other in it today.

Waking up to a delicious breakfast, a box of chocolates and roses, a cute date, hand in hand as you walked down the snow covered sidewalk, little kisses on the cheeks and bashful smiles when others awed at the two of you.

You just got home from dinner nearly a half hour ago, it was pure luck that Izuku, your generous boyfriend, decided he was going to go out to the store real quick for some snacks and a movie so you two could have a movie marathon to end the day with.

He liked to snuggle, to cover you in his scent so other horny rabbits would stay away.

Little did he know, you had other not-so innocent plans first.

The bed was sprinkled in rose petals, white lights turned off so your LED lights could wrap the room in a soft red glow. Dim, not dark. 

Scentless red tea-light candles were scattered around the bedroom, and you were the centerpiece.

It’s not as if you hadnt had sex with him before, you were both bunnies after all- it was inevitable, it’s just… this was new territory. But you wanted to make this day special, or as special as you could.

He’s been so good to you, how could you not want to do this for him? You just.. prayed he liked it.

The sound of the heavy front door opening and closing, paired with his familiar voice and scent flooding the apartment, made you jump.

“(Y/N)? I’m home..!”

Shuttered breath, you shuffled backwards to the bed.

What was the pose you practiced again?

Your heart was racing with every loud step he took closer to the shut bedroom door.

“Sweetie?” He called out, the sound of shuffling bags muffled by the oak bedroom door.

Despite how nervous you were, you still bit your lip in excitement.

How would he react?

Scooting your ass further up the bed, you adjusted yourself so that you were sitting on your knees, legs spread apart to show off that red bow. Leaning forward ever so slightly, you rested your hands in front of you.

All that was left to do was wait.

Ears still pressed backwards from nerves, you had a hard time not wiggling in your position.

Until finally, the door creaked open slowly.

You couldn't help but pout upon seeing him, hoping he’d like it.

Though you nearly laughed when his ears shot up suddenly from surprise, slapping so loudly against the top of the door frame you feared he hurt himself.

“Fuck..” He whispered under his breath upon seeing you sitting on the bed, waiting for him. Before you could even ask him if he was alright, the door was already shut and he was in front of you.

“Baby..” His breathing was irregular, nose twitching as his cold fingers traced up your exposed thighs, taking in the outfit you wore for him.

You shivered under his touch, tail wiggling. “Do you.. like it?” You were still shy, despite his obvious enjoyment.

“I love it honey... fuck.. You look so hot, (Y/N)..” He stuttered, caught up in his head as his cheeks flushed, highlighting his freckles and sharp jaw.

The praise made you whine, head turning away as your eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. Your cheeks were burning, the feeling of his eyes drinking you only making your panties wet.

“Aht, aht, aht,” He chided, “Don’t look away from me baby,” Large, scarred hand cupped your warm cheek, turning your face back towards him. His knee pressed against the bed with a squeak as he leaned down to capture your lips in a reassuringly sweet kiss.

You quickly melted into it, nervousness washing away as your tongues danced passionately together, the taste of chocolate making you suck lewdly on his tongue. His deep moan made you smile against him. Large hands smoothed down your body, gripping your ass cheeks and pulling you deeper into a kiss, moan escaping you involuntarily.

He fiddled around with the outfit as your lips continuously met, feeling you up and brushing against your exposed sensitive places.

“Izuku..” You whispered as you broke apart for a second to breath.

You could hear his own tail wagging as it brushed noisily against his shorts, you could feel how turned on he was as his harded crotch brushed against your thigh.

The fact that he desired you as much as you wanted him to made you float to cloud nine.

“Gah!” You cried out as you were suddenly pushed back against the bed, legs slipping out from under you as you stared up at his large frame towering over your much smaller body.

His unruly curly green curls framed his handsome face as red lights kissed his scarred, freckled skin, mixing with the yellow of the candles scattered around the room. The look in his eyes made you writher beneath him, it was as if you were a piece of meat he was going to eat.

Despite those long ears that scream rabbit, he always made you feel like a wolf's prey in bed. Defenseless.

You clit throbbed as you stared helplessly up at him, smirk on his lips while he took his shirt off, revealing the rippling muscles beneath that you just wanted to lick.

“Oh bunny,” he purred, let’s have some fun.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, body burning with desire as he stared down your vulnerable body, wide, innocent (E/C) eyes meeting his hungry gaze.

Adjusting his position, he put all his weight on his legs, rough palms feeling your warm body up again.

You were just so beautiful in his eyes, and in this lighting? You were like a succubus that he got to have all to himself.

He wanted nothing more than to taste you, his patience was always what destroyed you.

Hands on top your breasts that were squished down by gravity, his thumbs circled around your nipples, pulling at the sensitive flesh through the red fabric, watching in delight as your back arched ever so slightly to press further into his familiar touch.

Your smaller hands fell atop his own, the size different making him lick his lips.

You truly were so cute. Especially with that face you were making from him just playing with your perky buds.

Eyebrows pinched and eyes shut, soaking in the moment.

Yeah, he was going to drown you in his love tonight.

Watching you fall apart, scream his name, the look on your angelic face as you came hard just for him - it was so addicting. And for you to wear this sexy piece of fabric, leaving parts of yourself to his overactive imagination and highlighting others that made him mad with desire? It made his cock throb in his shorts, close to drooling at just how perfect you looked. All for him, no less.

Yes. You were his. His perfect little bunny.

When his hands moved from your breasts, you peaked an eye open, watching as he climbed off the bed and sat down on his knees.

“Wh-? Izu-? - aH!” A shrill shriek tore from your throat as his hands grabbed your spread legs and yanked your lower half towards him, flimsy piece of red fabric doing next to nothing to hide how utterly turned on you were.

“So wet for me..” He whispered to himself, thumbpad running across your clothed slit.

“I-Izu! D-Don’t say such things..”

He always seemed to nose that filter of his whenever he was turned on, that sweet boy being replaced by a true beast.

“Mmm? Why not?” 

Hand gripping your thigh, he lifted your leg just to press little kisses dangerously close to your clothed self, teasing you as his hot breath fanned over you.

Izuku’s green gaze was sharp yet teasing as he stared up at your flushed self, your own hands gripping the pure white sheets to ground yourself. 

“I-I…”

You gulped, ears flopping down as embarrassment burned your soul, “I don’t- Nnn!”

Your head flung back against the soft mattress when his tongue pressed down hard against the area where he just knew your pretty little clit was, circling around it through the fabric you soon found annoying and wished he would just tear off with his teeth.

He shoved your legs down against the mattress when you bucked against his face, muscules bulging, spreading your legs even further apart and completely exposing yourself to him, thong doing barely anything to cover you.

You sweet scent flooded his senses, all he could smell was you and god he loved it.

“Now, now, darling. You just lay there and look pretty for me, okay?” He shot you a cheeky smile, one he always wore on television. It highlighted the single dimple on his right cheek, and made him seem all the more dangerous.

A wolf in a rabbits clothing if anything.

You couldn't control your own wagging tail peeking out below your ass, your excitement on display for him.

How cute.

“You know,” He began, laughing to himself, “It’s like I’m opening a box of chocolates,” toying with the ribbon on the front of the thong before moving the fabric to the side so your bare pussy was on display.

“I bet you taste just as sweet.”

You didn't even have time to be embarrassed before his tongue licked you up.

“A-AaAh!!” You grip on the sheets tightened, head pressing further back into the bed as he devoured you like a bloodthirsty animal. He was one, in a way.

His hot tongue was firm, just what you needed.

Every time he got close to your throbbing clit, he’d move back down, licking up the juices he found so delicious.

“M-mm! Izuku..! H-haaAh!”

To say you were turned on was an understatement, you were practically a faucet.

There was something so alluring about being completely and utterly dominated by someone you loved so much, you wanted more.

Your hips twitched with every move his tongue made, grip on your thighs firm as he held you in place.

The vibrations from his own moans sent shockwaves down your body, and the second his sweet lips finally wrapped around your begging clit your back arched completely off the bed.

The sensation was so sweet, you couldn't help but grab onto his large green ears as he licked around and sucked on your little bundle of nerves.

A growl tore from his throat, pulling your body impossibly closer to him, pussy pressed against his face, aggressively licking you up like a melting ice cream in the sweetest way possible.

His thick fingers were plunging into your clenching hole before you even knew it, curling against that spongy spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back in your head and squirting on his lower face.

This only made him eat you out more enthusiastically, you were so damn hot to him.

Your fuzzy tail tickled his hand as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, a squelching noise filling the room alongside wet clicks and pornographic moans.

Your cries of blissful pleasure bouncing around the room dark had him drooling as he watched in a trance as your body shook from his own doing. Your clit rested against the tip of his tongue, throbbing, as he watched you, getting lost in your sound and from how wet you were as his fingers fucked in and out of you.

You were so tight.

So good.

He wanted to fuck you right now. 

Wanted to bury his large cock deep inside you.

You looked so sexy...so, so sexy in this outfit.. It was so cute and innocent.. So perfect for someone as cute as you.. And yet he wanted to ravage you like a feral beast, he wanted your breasts to bounce out of the flimsy bra as his hips slammed into yours. He wanted you.

Today was a day about love, and he wanted to love you sweetly, but his hormones were raging inside of him, and you calling out his name for more, tugging on his sensitive ears that had his hips bucking into this air.. It didn’t help.

He could feel himself slipping, animalistic nature taking over his senses.

He wanted to fuck you so good you couldnt think straight, fill you to the brim with his hot cum until your belly bulged.

That constant need to mate that male rabbits had… he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have it too, despite trying his best to put on an innocent face outside of the bedroom. He was a gentleman, but a horny one right now who wanted his girlfriends sweet pussy wrapped around his aching cock.

His body worked on autopilot, bringing you to a quick orgasm and then shoving your body up the bed.

You cried out in surprise, nerves on fire after just cumming, vision blurry with pleasureful tears.

He practically tore off his shorts and underwear, beautiful looking cock springing free and dripping with a copious amound of precum.

“I want you, all of you..” He groaned, pawing at your body as he flipped it over, your knees pressing into the soft mattress as he spread your lower lips from behind.

“Baby, please..” His head dropped down to the crook of your neck, soft ears brushing against your cheek as he left wet, open mouth kisses along your nape and neck, nibbling against sensitive skin and sucking a quick hickey. “Let me have you..”

His hot cock rubbed against your dripping cunt as he grinded against you, his tip kissing at your puffy clit.

“Please, Izuku.. Please fuck mM-mMMH! Haa!”

Tears poured down your cheeks as he slammed into you, bottoming out immediately and barely giving you a minute to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you.

Not that your delirious self gave a shit.

He felt so good.

So fucking big.

He filled you up so good, dick pressing against all the right places deep inside you.

You could feel your own liquids dripping down your thighs, ears lax and tail straining as you sink into the feeling of being fucked raw.

“Shit!” He grunts, grip on your hips so tight as he plowed into you that you swore there would be bruises there tomorrow. His thick cock slams in and out of you, mixing up your insides and drawing you closer and closer to yet another soul shattering, mind numbing orgasm.

“M-mmore! Z-zu!! H-aAAH! AH!” 

The loud slap of wet skin against echos around the room, the bed creaking with every powerful movement he made, mattress moving along with the two of you only adding to the intense feeling deep inside you.

“Gonna make you f-feel so good.. Hnnn!” His words slurred, mind swirling with animalistic desires. All he could think about was filling you to the brim with his seed and making you cum all over him and the bed.

His hips snapped into you at an inhuman pace, like a bunny, ears standing at full attention as his eyes focused on the way your pussy sucked his cock back in with each thrust.

Snapping, he shoved your upper body down into the sheets, holding you in place as green sparks licked at his skin.

Multiple colors collided in the room as his quirk pumped into his veins, fucking you so good and so quickly that you came immediately with a shrill cry of pleasure, vision going black as stars bursts in your vision, the sensation of pissing yourself making you clench around him as you squirted all over the bedsheets below.

“H-HaAH! DEKU!” Your body jerked uncontrollably as you cried out his hero name that made him moan. He continued to fuck you like a sex-crazed rabbit in a rut, practically breeding you as you body buzzed with pleasure.

“You take me so well..! (Y-Y/N)..! You’re so fucking tight!” The praise slipped past his spit slick lips before his mouth was snapped shut, snarling as you walls hugged him like a warm, soul sucking vice, pulling you possessively closer to his muscular body.

His cock slammed relentlessly into you, upper body soon coming to press down on your own so he could slip a hand between your spread legs, rubbing circles around your puffy clit. The sensation made your head spin, accidentally causing you to squirt all over his hand like a filthy slut.

“C-Cumming!” He moaned, body freezing as his cock twitched violently inside your clenching pussy.

His cum truly did fill you to the brim, the sensation of hot ropes coating the inside of your walls nothing short of addictive. You swore you could cream just from the feeling.

His loud moans made you squeeze even tighter around him. “F-fuck me, fuck me!” You sobbed, wanting more and more. All that he could give and then some.

You didnt care how sore you’d be tomorrow, all you could think about was having him fuck you through the night, bringing you to the brink of insanity in this silky red lingerie.

Truly, you were rabbits. Both already ready for round two.

Sure, Izuku was a bunny, but he sure as hell didn’t act like it with how he sinks his teeth into your skin, marking you up possessively. Nor did he submit like one.

By the end of the night, you both were passed out on the bed, cuddling, covered in each others cum and hearts full of love as your body leaked his white seed.

Yeah, you should buy more lingerie.

#deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #n/sfw #x reader #deku x you #deku #izuku midoriya x you #izuku midoriya #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha deku x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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meet me in the gardens

knight!natasha x lady!reader

summary: being the widow of a decently wealthy lord and sitting on a large plot of land automatically meant that you were a candidate for the program that you couldn’t say not to; the hosting. you had to sponsor a knight and keep them in your home for an entire year, which was troublesome enough on its own. but you never expected your knight to be a woman, and you certainly didn’t expect to have a full on illegal love affair with her, either.

warnings: marriage lol, angsty knights and ladies, reality slapping mfs in the face almost too quickly

word count: 3.3k

hi guys,,, it has been a slow minute, thank you guys for even still clicking on this after all this time lmao 

part seven!!

It was customary to have more than one handmaiden dress a lady for her wedding, but both you and Wanda knew that no one was going to be allowed to watch you break down from the inside out. There were no words between the two of you as she laced you up as an unmarried woman for the last time, your gown gorgeous and heavy with weight and meaning. You didn’t even sniffle as the tears ran down your face, eyes blazing with emotions that would be forever unspoken. 

 Wanda wiped your face and started to dress that up, too. 

While you stood there, you couldn’t help but think of the night before. Dinner with Rumlow was an absolute travesty. He was rude, brutish, and even more of an animal than your last husband. He chewed like he was some type of wolf, smacked his lips far too loud, and was by far the rudest person to your staff. His language was of the pirates and his eyes wandered from you, to Wanda, to a younger girl, and then back to you with the same look of disgusting desire. It was painfully obvious that he was the type of man to see things and get things because he desired them. He was the type to break his toys, as well. He was horrible, and that was all before the eyes of other people. You started to feel sick when you thought about how brave he would be behind closed doors. The doors that would be closing very, very soon on the two of you. 

 The dinner was horrible, but the worst part was that Natasha wasn’t there. The worst part was always going to be her absence.

“You look so beautiful,” Wanda said, her voice a crackling and regretful whisper as she watched you in the vanity, a small and forced smile on her face. You met her eyes only for a second in the mirror before you turned them away, down to look at your covered feet. 

  “I’m being thrown away,” you said slowly, like the words were pulling themselves from your lips. “For the second time in my life. Is this the life of a woman that I tried to avoid so terribly? Is this the fate of all women?” 

 Wanda opened and shut her mouth, trying to find something to say that could possibly help you, and then she just shut it for good, her lips wobbling. You could feel her guilt radiating off of her, feel it stewing and brewing inside of her heart and chest even though it wasn’t her fault. You wanted to tell her that, to reassure her that she didn’t fail you like she thought she did, and that she never could fail you, but your lips were stuck together as white hot tears fell down your face. 

 There were three sharp knocks on your door, and you wiped your tears quickly, expecting someone to barge in. “Who is it?” You asked, the fake strength in your voice barely enough to hide the fact that you were crying and miserable. 

“I’m Lord Rumlow’s-”

“You aren’t allowed in here,” Wanda responded roughly. “No one sees her until she comes out, that’s a rule.” And it was a rule, one that you had forgotten all about. No one was supposed to see the bride before she made her long walk to the groom. And even during the walk, a covering was supposed to be on the bride’s face, shielding her from the world. It was sickening. “So go away.” Wanda’s tone had whoever the man was nearly jogging away, not even asking a second question. 

“I don’t know if I’m gonna be sick or not,” you muttered, and Wanda pushed the barrel that she brought earlier closer towards you. 

“Use it if you need to, honey.” Just as you were about to bend over and give up the breakfast that you didn’t even eat, there were soft raps on the door. 

  “If  have to tell you to go away one more time-” 

“It’s me,” a familiar vice said, and Wanda immediately stopped talking. “And I brought someone else, too.” You picked your head up from the barrel and looked towards the closed door, trusting that Pietro wouldn’t have done anything stupid. Wanda felt the same, clearing the space between where she originally was and the door within seconds. Pietro came in, fumbling and looking at you with a pitiful smile. You turned away, and then there was a flash of red in the corner of your eye. 

Your chest seized up.Your hands started to shake, and the tears that you had dried started back up all over again. “Oh.” 

“Let’s leave them for a few moments, Pietro.” Wanda suggested, tugging him out of the room by the arm and leaving you and Natsaha in the room together, alone. 

No one spoke for a long time.

You just stared at her, just like she stared at you, watching her chest rise and fall, and the guarded look in her eyes. She looked angry. But you knew her better than that. Sometimes, you wondered how you know her better than that because you had such a short time to know her at all. But it felt like you had watched a thousand sunsets and seen millions of river cycles with her. But it still wasn’t enough. And now, standing in front of her with a wedding dress that wasn’t meant for her at all, you knew that you had lied to her and to yourself that night at the river. Nothing was ever going to be enough.

“You look…” She started, taking a step closer to you. “You look stunning. You always have.” 

You shook your head at her, looking away for a moment to gather your bearings. Your voice trembled as you tried to get something out, anything that would make the situation even a little better.  “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You gave her a glare. “Don’t be. We both knew how this was going to end, and we both still continued. This isn’t shocking news to me, or you. It’s horrible, but we knew it was coming.” 

In that moment, reality hit. All those stupid promises about going to the gardens or the woods behind Rumlow’s back seemed like a suicide mission. That one, long chat about running away seemed like two naive children after being scolded by their parents. You had been peacefully living in an untainted world with Natasha, when you of all people knew much better than that. “So, what? What point are you getting at?” 

“I chose to go on being with you because I knew that regardless of where you were or where I was, or who you were with, that the love wouldn’t leave. I chose to have a little slice of happiness and knowledge that we tried, and that we had fun together. I chose to have that, and so did you. We know that we would have worked out, if this wasn’t happening. We know that if there’s another universe or another life, that we’ll end up together. Just not this time.” She took a step closer to you, her eyes lingering on your damp cheeks. “I’ll always be in love with you.” 

You were realizing too quickly that a world where you were allowed to love her and she was allowed to love you was years and years away. It was a place you could only dream about, but all you had to work with was a world who didn’t tolerate true love in the face of duty, and a world who certainly didn’t tolerate two women together. You would not let her die for you, or your love. 

“From afar,” you said, and for a second you were afraid that she would push you and ask why you were walking away. You were afraid that she wouldn’t get it. You had been jumping around in your own mind, making concrete conclusions at the drop of a hat and jumping to the next subject. You wondered if she was keeping up, if she was on the same page as you were even through all the skipping around. 

It hurt to admit, but you were realizing that you were on the same page. Just the other night, you were promising forever, promising every second alone to each other. You promised a life of secrecy and adoration, and that was what your hopeful heart wanted. But now, you had a mind, and your mind knew it was life or death. Your mind knew that sneaking around wasn’t plausible and it held more potential for danger than you ever wanted to have. By the look in Natasha’s eyes, you could tell that she had made a complete turn, too. You were both at the same crossroads, staring at each other from feet away.

You had told her forever, and she had promised you the same, but it just wasn’t going to work. It never was going to in the beginning. 

But then she nodded at you, a sad look in her eyes even though there was a tiny smile. “From afar.” 

“Are you gonna be there?” 

“To watch you get married?” She said, her face twisting up in disgust. “No.” Pause. “I can if you want me to be.” 

You shook your head. “Don’t come.” She would already have to sit through the hours of barbaric celebration by law, but she didn’t have to watch the ceremony. Making her would be torture to you both. 

“That’s what you want?” You nodded your head. “Then I won’t come.” 

Your heart was racing in your chest, contrasting to the way you typically felt just content upon seeing her. “What if I told you that I wanted you to kiss me one last time?” 

“I’d ask where all the time went, for us to be on our last already.” 

You scoffed, more out of disbelief than because you found it funny. “Where did all the time go?” 

She shrugged. “The stars ate it up.” 

§§

You had to be one of the angriest brides the kingdom had ever seen. The veil covered your face, your hands trembled with nerves and fury, and your eyes held unshed tears. Wanda was whispering beside you as the room to the door opened, telling you that she would always have your back while the procession started, but you hardly heard a thing. All you could think of was that it was your second time being sold like a farm animal, being made to marry someone you hated. You hated it. You hated the High Priest. You hated that the distant king did nothing. You hated that you weren’t strong enough to put a knife through Lord Rumlow’s eye. 

The procession was slow, as all processions for weddings were. Much to Lord Rumlow’s chagrin, you were being led by two people instead of one, who was supposed to be one of his knights. Wanda and Pietro led you, one on each side, the three of you linked by hand while it was traditionally by elbow. Your feet ached almost as much as your heart as you walked past people that you could hardly see because of the veil, but you could tell that they were in awe. The dress was long and beautiful, you had some of the most expensive jewelry money could buy, and you were sure that you looked like a princess. You could hear the whispers of people who were excited to watch a noble wedding, excited to have the feat that was entitled to everyone in the village after such a big event. You wanted to cry once you realized how unaware they were about the way you were forced into it. 

Soon, you checked out of your own body. You were confident enough in Pietro and Wanda’s leading of you to close your eyes, holding back tears. If he lifted the veil and saw you crying, who knew what he would do? You saw stars when you did, constellations, clouds, even flashes of your favorite rose bushes. You took in a breath, eyes still closed as you tried to find a happy place. You prayed to the gods that the walk would be never ending, that the twins would lead you off in the forest and have you live as some sort of forest woman, fending for herself but free. But then their feet stopped. 

 “Today we have come under the light of the sun to see a love blossom,” your eyes snapped open as you blinked, squinting at the priest who was holding his brown book, even though he hardly needed it. He was talking without looking at it, eyes searching the crowd for attention. You rolled your eyes. 

He seemed to talk for hours. You could feel Brock Rumlow next to you, taking Pietro’s spot on your right. Pietro made a displeased sound and stood next to Wanda, who was clenching your hand tightly, like she was terrified of letting you go. You were so far out that you didn’t even realize that he was done talking until you felt your right hand be grabbed by a rough one, one that reminded you of words and fights and blood. It was callous and cruel, and your head whipped around to see Brock Rumlow holding the deep red sash, his mouth moving in confidence as he repeated the vows that the priest said. 

“Lady Y/N,” the priest said, and slowly, your veiled face turned his way. “Repeat after me, if you please. No, I do not please. You echoed every word with such monotony that it hurt your own sears. You saw Rumlow’s jaw twitch at your minor defiance. You tilted your head higher. “You may now wrap your hands.” 

You watched him wrap both of your hands together with the thick, red ribbon. Your stomach lurched as you realized that there was no going back after the priest said the next words. You had already been through it once before. Your heart skipped beats in your chest. I’m never going to be free again. This is it. This is my last moment of freedom. My last moment of true happiness has gone with the wind. 

“You may now unshroud your bride, and show her to the awaiting world.” 

§§

The rest of the day passed in a blur. A common girl that Rumlow had nearly thrown your way was refused by you, and when she said that she was required to stay, you made her sit down while Wanda undressed you and put you into the comfortable yet delicate dress that brides wore after their weddings. She had to watch awkwardly as you sobbed in and out of Wanda’s arms, not even caring that she was there. 

The tears were long gone by the feast and the anger had come out to play. Every time your new husband attempted to speak to you, you ignored him. There was a hard look in your eyes as you sat and watched everyone, watching the culture clash between your peaceful people and his rowdy men and women. They were the ones drinking quickly, belching, laughing far too loudly for your taste, and being crude. Your people had separated themselves from them and were talking amongst themselves, no doubt becoming worried because of your demeanor. 

“You’ve only spoken to me once tonight, wife.” You ignored him again. 

It was true. You spoke to him one time, and it was when he told you that Wanda and Pietro couldn't sit at the grand table. According to him, there weren't enough seats at the table that was meant for lords and ladies, and he had brought his own fair share. He didn’t see the twins as anything other than your friends, and so he tried to have them moved over to the corner of the room. You didn’t tolerate that at all. “They’re staying with me,” was all you said, and by the way he tensed up, you were sure that it was going to be a fight. Maybe it was the rage in your eyes that made him back down and nod twice, jaw clenching along with his fists. But indeed, they were beside you, just as silent and angry as you were. 

Natasha hadn’t shown up yet. It was heavily frowned upon for her to miss the celebration, but you weren’t going to force her to come. You knew that if the roles were reversed that you would rather die than see her dressed as a bride and not be your bride. You knew that the situation was eating at her just as much as it was at you. You hated it. 

Part of you was glad that she wasn’t there. You were glad that you wouldn’t be tortured by seeing her so far away but so close, so unattainable that it was laughable that your heart even wanted her. But since she had gotten out of that carriage and you had expected a man, your heart pumped for her. And it always would. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, wife?” Even though you hadn’t heard his voice much, you knew his slimy, self assured tone from anywhere. It sent shivers down your back and a frown to your face as your thoughts were catapulted from the woman you loved straight to the man who you would rather die than be associated with. 

The dress was heavy on your shoulders even though you were sitting down, and your distraught feelings were heavy on your mind. “No.” 

“We’re wed, and now we are powerful.” He said, his goblet of wine reaching out towards the guests, even though only a few were watching your interaction. “Look at us. Two people in deep lov-”

“I really couldn’t care less, Lord Rumlow.” You said, blinking twice once you realized that you had spoken your thoughts aloud. You swallowed some water from your own silver goblet with the time that his shock granted you. “You and I both know that this wasn’t for love, and if you ever suggest that was the reason we were married, I will tell everyone the way you begged for my hand over letters and make sure that you are no longer capable of having an heir.” 

There was another moment of silence from him, and then a scoff. His face was friendly, maybe approachable even, but when you took a shallow look into his eyes, you could see the fury brewing beneath his expression, the anger at being blatantly disrespected- by a woman.  

“Look,” he started, his voice more sinister than you had heard it yet, “we have two major pieces of land together, and a large population  of people under our control. Farmlands and water, it’s ours now. On my own, I was strong. But now that I’ve wed you, I’m fucking untouchable.” He leaned back in his seat and you released a long breath through your nose. His dark eyes were still boring into yours, even as you dared to tilt your head sideways, a show of derision. There was a subtle flash of red. “And I will be damned to hell if I let you disrespect me after I’ve climbed my way from the bottom. Remember that.” 

  You had already had enough. Enough of him, enough of the situation, enough of being told what to do. The first man you married that had turned you from a girl rolling in dirt with pigs into a wealthy lady without even a whisper of your consent was long gone. You would be damned if you let another turn you into a broodmare and an idle chess piece, regardless of the consequences. “And my first husband is dead,” you said, head tilting even more. “Remember that.” 

You couldn’t hide your smirk without the silver goblet. 

******

an: well hi guys haha it’s been a while since this has been updated! i’m so sorry that its been about two months... i hope that someone still loves this story at least! its coming to an end very soon! i hope it all ties together like i want it to, and that it feels resolute to you guys. i’m gonna tag some of y’all!!

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[katsumox]

bakusquad skating hcs

cw: cussing, bakugou being a bitch, cuteass couple shit?? idk

notes from candy girl: uhhh excuse my subpar writing, i dont do this v often, and you don't know how to skateboard in these.

also..... skaterboy brainrot fhrjisfnvksjn

BAKUGOU KATSUKI:

kirishima, denki and sero are the reason behind this menace on wheels

didn't really care for it until the boys got him into it but now he's such a skate elitist like shut uppppp

has certain fits for skating,,, stuff that makes him look good but can get scuffed up a bit

(hella techwear and darkwear. that is all)

one of those boys who are like, super into skating but only because he wants to be good at it

gets unreasonably pissy when anyone gets too close to him while skating

DEFINITELY quietly critiques everyone in the park while waiting to enter the bowl and shit

will talk hella shit about how great he is and how bad anyone else is

BOWL HOG BOWL HOG BOWL HOG URGGGGGHHHH

will legitimately attempt to fight you if you enter the bowl while he's doing a session

he's a good teacher if you wanna learn to do cool stuff fast, but he's kinda mean about your initial skill when you first start

will CACKLE at you if you eat shit while trying to skate

doesn't really night skate due to his grandpa-ass sleep schedule

is 100% the only guy here who takes his safety a teensy bit serious, but only wears kneepads and occasionally wrist guards

(under his clothes tho)

he'll make you wear all of it though, OVER your clothes, talking bout sum "You're not gonna fuck up your bones on a shitty skateboard with these on, got it, princess? Now relax, damn."

if you ask he'll just say its because you "Have weakass bones and need to save your strength for hero training, dumbass." not that he cares, though.

he doesn't

*wink wink*

KAMINARI DENKI:

does not give TWO SHITS about his safety while skating

(literally does not give a damn and has the gnarliest falls and scars because of it)

i don't even think he owns any pads or guards lmao

when he's not skating by himself or with the bakusquad, 9 times out of 10 he's skating with shinso

thinks he's a Cool Skater Boy**TM but kinda looks like he doesn't know what he's doing because he constantly does stupid shit

like he carries around monster energy and wears VERY specific fits just to skate, but fucks 'em up bc he does dumbass shit for laughs

pestered bakugou into getting a board along with kiri and sero

tailgates bakugou just to piss him off, but generally likes riding alone with music blasting in his ears at night time

has a playlist for it and everything

(has lost multiple pairs of airpods like this)

LOVES night skating in general and is always the one to suggest it to the rest of the squad because he likes the nighttime ~vibes~

(will take you night skating and share airpods with u<3)

has hella boards.

pennyboards, longboards, cruisers, etc.

would totally give you one to keep, sweet baby :')

SUCH A NICE TEACHER OMG

won't let you do anything too dangerous,,, he hates when you get hurt

if you do get hurt, he doesn,t have bandaids, but he'll kiss it better!!

kind of bad at explaining things so he tries to do it with you ON the board, and holds you while doing it :))))

"So, you uhm... you kinda just woosh, and then you do uhhh.."

"Denki, honey, why dontcha just show me?"

"Or.. what if we do it TOGETHER!! That'd be fun, wouldn't it, babes?!?"

this eventually leads to impromtu cuddling on the park bench<33333

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU:

this boy also does not wear protective gear

however... Red here has a valid reason,, i mean he can harden before anything really nasty happens

would 110% carry cute bandaids for ya if you ever fall

(key word is" if" because kiri takes your safety so damn serious it's probably not gonna happen)

typically throws on whatever he has to go skate but the main aesthetic is athlete meets streetwear

is the most likely to take you skating with his friends (he wants you all to get along aweeee)

secretly wants to go on a skate date really in the morning so the two of you can skate around, watch sunrise and then go for breakfast<3

gets SO annoyed when people take too long in the bowl

like hurry up bitch we've been waiting (but he won't say that cuz he's nice)

doesn't really know complex tricks like bakugou but is the best teacher in terms of getting balance and stuff

only has two or three boards because he used to accidentally break 'em a lot but would still give you one

he's so nice about how to skate,,,, like he corrects you so kindly and he'll fix your posture and stuff for you and ughhhhh<3333

will compliment you SO MUCH when you do something right!!

"Eiji,, im doin' it!"

"Aww you're doing great, babe!! Keep going and w-OAH SHIT"

ya'll took a break after that, because you ended up scraping up your knees and hands

its okay though because kiri had bandaids and kisses to make it better :)

SERO HANTA:

records denki + kirishima's stunt escapades for fun (sends a BUNCH of snaps of them doing dumb shit while they're out)

wears all protective gear besides helmets and elbow pads, but says he would wear the pads if he could

(he's lying, he's just trying to get you to be safe)

will hold your hand and walk next to you when you first try to skate :)

likes to hold your hand in general, so onse you get good at skating and don't need him to hold you anymore, he'll do it anyway

takes you skating with the squad and their s/o's

brags about how well you're doing to the other boys (until you fall, that is)

unlike denki, he pulls off the whole laidback Cool Skater Boy**TM thing really well

prolly because he's not really trying

he skates the least out of the group, mainly because he's always out doing stuff with you<333

also carries bandaids like kirishima but they're boring

makes every outing with you a date, and skating is no exception. actually, skating has become one of your favorite couple activities

always makes a point to take you out afterwards, whether that be for boba or for ramen or something.

"Well, we're done here, so what do ya wanna eat, chiquita?"

"Hmmm... what about onigiri?"

"We had that last time, but anything for you, mi reinita."

~fin~

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[baka-monarch]

Ok so I kinda wanted to come up with another au? Ik that there are a ton already but this was in my brain for a hot minute now and I wanted to brainstorm with you. Ok so it’s another borrower au but this time Tommy is the only one that’s human, he first meets tubbo after he gets stuck on the counter (someone spilled some honey and he got stuck on some of the more dry parts), they are quick friends, their personality’s clicking. Tommy especially loves to just listen to Tubbo talk about his perspective on how things work for him cause he’s so much smaller. Later after like a year Tubbo runs to Tommy’s room and tells him a new family is moving into the walls and they need to be discreet on being friends from this new fam cause they super don’t trust humans and Tubbo admittedly really wants to make a good impression on them. Well one night the oldest of the group (Phil) goes out to do some borrowing, being unfamiliar with the new layout he’s trying not to fall or hurt himself as he figures out the best places to get stuff, well little does he know he’s been in Tommy’s line of sight for two minutes and at this point Tommy’s too scared to say anything. Phil finally catches on and just freezes in place getting into a deadlock staring contest with this human teenager who just won’t blink or look away, finally Tommy just sorta waves his hand and that’s all it takes for Phil to just book it out as fast as possible, Tommy freezes again this time in mid wave cause “ah s*** I did not mean to do that”. Phil makes it back to the home he’s set up with his sons and realises Tubbo is there, he immediately tells them all to start packing cause “I got f***ing spotted we need to get out of dodge right now holy s***!” Wilbur and Techno immediately get to work but Tubbo try’s to talk them down a bit, soon he lets slip that Tommy been knew about borrowers and that he’s not gonna hurt them at all, the others are wildly sceptical about that and try to convince him to go with them but he ends up pulling an uno reverse card on them and convinces them to come with him to properly meet Tomm. They follow him back to Tommy’s room and when they peak out to see if he’s still there he’s just laying face down on his bed, Tubbo immediately burst into laughter cause he knows that the reason Tommy is doing that is because he’s embarrassed. The others try to shush him but Tommy has already heard him and look over his shoulder, the others duck out of sight but Tubbo makes his way over, the others are definitely still watching and they are judging everything that is happening, Tommy doesn’t do anything incriminating tho, simply raising his hand like a platform for Tubbo who without hesitation walks on and settles into the dip, Tommy’s fingers raise up and curl over his head a bit to make sure he doesn’t fall as he then raises Tubbo up to eye level, Tubbo can’t help but laugh again at just how embarrassed Tommy looks finding it hilarious. The others watching can’t help but feel slightly in awe at this kid just laughing at Tommy from the palm of his hand. Tubbo explains that the others are watching and Tommy can’t help but groan out loud and fall back onto his bed, his fingers tighten and press Tubbo gently to his palm so that he’s not jostled about in the presses, he lets go of him on his chest lowkey wishing that this wasn’t the first impression he was currently making to the new fam that he actually really wants to talk to. -( my brain is super on autopilot rn omg, I’m gonna stop there before I keep going lmao, I hope you have a goodnight! 🏙🌆🌃🌌) ~👽

Oh gods I fucking love this XD

Just- Philza and them watching Tubbo like "do you have a death wish!?" And Tubbo is just vibing with Tommy-

Eventually though, the family decides to meet Tommy one at a time (with the others watching). Tubbo tries to tell them that all the precautions are unnecessary but they don't listen

Philza is first (to scout out danger) and while Tommy is eating breakfast he comes out of the walls to watch- but it soon turns into him and the boy having a conversation that ends with Philza practically already adopting him-

Next is Wilbur, who gets curious about how a human could get his dad to trust them. He stays in the walls and second guesses himself every time he tries to come out and talk- until Tommy is listening to music while working on something. Wilbur ends up coming out while Tommy is distracted, and gets mesmerized by the music, and might sing a little, gaining Tommy's attention. Tommy starts playing songs Wilbur likes and they bond over how chaotic they both get with the crazy lyrics-

Finally Techno... The last brother is the most suspicious, and no matter what anyone says he's not about to trust a human. Finally, while doing another steak out to spy on the suspicious human's "planning"- he catches Tommy with a wooden training sword (obviously self, and poorly, made) and watching a video about- sword fighting... He's trying to teach himself how to do it while everyone is asleep- of course Techno doesn't care that Tommy is doing a horrible job, and he doesn't notice how fustrated the human is getting with themselves for not being able to "FUCKING GET IT-"... No no... He doesn't notice or care at all- and he definitely doesn't come out to teach Tommy how to properly do it-

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[littlemissvincentvega]

Hi! I love your writing and how you manage to keep the characters realistic and believable. I would like an scenario in which Mr. Pink works with a reader who has the same terrible fashion sense as him (Hawaiian shirts 24/7) +bonus points if they arrive to a meeting with their shirts mixed up w/o noticing. Thank you and have a lovely day!!!

thank you!!! that means a lot babe 🥺💖 YES i love this request ahhh im so sorry it took me so long to get to! i’ve not really been writing lately but rn i have muse sooo here goes

i left it on a cliffhanger bc its funnier to me but yeah LMAO i hope its good enough babe!!! <3 also a bit of this is inspired by the office because i am a loser ok enjoy

content warning: bad language, homophobic slurs

“We look so cool,” you nod, a shit-eating grin plastered across your face. 

Pink returns the grin, hands on his hips-- you’re standing side-by-side admiring yourselves in the mirror. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

Dorks. Utter dorks. 

Two dorks that met in a thrift store shopping for those ugly Hawaiian shirts you wear pretty much every single day. Sometimes you even sleep in them (Pink’s, they’re bigger on you and comfier). You had approached him with a curious twinkle in your eye-- you’d frequented that very store for about year and spotted him once or twice. Pink was probably the only other person you’d seen there who actually bought the Hawaiian shirts. They were... a specific taste. Not many people liked them as much as you did. The man was a closed book at first (not much different to now, but that was Steve) but, after having a couple of coffee dates, he began to slowly show his feelings for you. 

You’ve been together a good year by now and, after struggling with money for most of your life, he decided to gently introduce you to a life of organised crime. Of course he had made sure you were absolutely certain you wanted this, and you were. It seemed exciting. Dangerous. Something new and different. “Honey, we can be real partners in crime now,” you’d told him, grinning. That had forced a smile out of him.

The Cabots had welcomed you in with open arms-- Steve had told you he’d known them since he was a kid, and the way they talked gave that away. Joe seemed to care deeply about his employees despite his hard exterior, and Eddie was a great laugh-- an all-around genuine guy. 

Fast-forward a couple of months and you’re now considered one of the Reservoir Dogs-- that’s what you call yourselves, anyway. Joe had decided on the name. He’d also decided not to elaborate on why the fuck he chose that name, but it sounded cool to you. So you weren’t fussed. But back to the Dogs-- there’s you, Mr. Purple, Steve, Mr. Pink. And the others are simply known as Mr. White, Mr. Orange, Mr. Blue, Mr. Brown and Mr. Blonde. You don’t know their real names. Perhaps in time you’ll get to know them better, but for now it’s for your own protection (and theirs). 

-----

“Alright, gentlemen - lady - jeweller’s on 27th St. Easy job. You listenin’?” 

A collective hum from everybody, and Joe’s expression hardened. “I said, are you listenin’?”

“Yeah.”

“Stop fidgeting, you asswipe,” you mutter, giving your boyfriend a glare, which he quickly returns. 

“Can it, you two,” Eddie hisses. 

“It’s this fucking stupid shirt, it’s too tight,” Pink scowls defensively. 

“Hey-- it ain’t my fault you’re too fat for your fuckin’ clothes.”

Blonde chuckles. “You’re one to fuckin’ talk, Eds. You, uh, have a pack’a donuts for your breakfast this mornin’?”

“I’m warning you, asshole.”

“What is it with you and those ugly fuckin’ shirts, anyway?” Blonde questions, that general smugness about his face.

“I like your shirt, man,” Brown objects, earning an eyeroll from your boyfriend.

“That’s just what I wanted to fuckin’ hear. Mr. Faggot over here complimenting my dress sense.”

“Don’t be fucking rude, you little asshole!” you scowl, leaning over to flick him in the cheek. “He’s just being nice!”

He just ignores you, continuing to fiddle with his buttons. “I don’t know why I bought this fuckin’ thing. The buttons are on the wrong fucking side.” Well, that was it. As soon as he’d uttered those words, White began howling with husky laughter, followed by everyone else (although Brown didn’t know exactly what he was laughing at). Even Joe was snickering. Yep, he’s wearing your fucking shirt. And you’re wearing his.

Your hand finds your face, and you let out a defeated sigh. “Oh, you fucking idiot.”

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[artificialqueens]

(Treat Me Nice) Never Let Me Go, 13/15 (Branjie) - Pinkgrapefruit

[ chapter 13. an open heart is an open wound to you ]

Vanessa shakes her head, sighing to herself. “When I was a little girl,” she starts, smiling at the memory, “my mama used to lock me in the attic when I was naughty. I was there often - but it wasn’t bad. I used to pretend I was a princess, trapped in a tower by a wicked queen. And then suddenly this knight, on a white horse with these colours flying, would come charging up and draw their sword. And I would wave. And they would climb up the tower and rescue me.” She looks out across Los Angeles and then to Brooke, whose face is indecipherable. “When I grew up I realised I didn’t need to be rescued, but I still wanted the fairytale.”

[ pretty woman au ]

A/N - God we’re almost at the end. This has been going for over a year and I’m almost scared? It’s going to be weird not having the doc open constantly lmao. Thanks to frey for being my ever wonderful beta and all the branjie stans who still like this!

enjoy! <3

They wake quietly, a sense of unease seeping through the crack under the curtains along with the daylight. Brooke orders breakfast while Vanessa showers (an unspoken agreement), and the shorter woman enters the dining room in an expensive robe to the sight of Brooke - newspaper in hand, coffee in front of her. She’s ordered Vanessa a smoothie bowl and a croissant and Vanessa smiles gratefully at the gesture.

She sips at her water and watches as Brooke methodically turns the pages. She’d woken up with Brooke already gone and she’s not concerned per say, but maybe confused.

“Whatcha been doin’ out here alone?” She asks, eyes softening as Brooke lowers the newspaper. She looks tired.

“Just thinking that this will be our last night together, then you’ll be rid of me,” Brooke admits, almost reluctantly. There’s a melancholy to her words and it soothes Vanessa a little to know that neither are wholly happy about this.

Vanessa smiles, trying to lighten the situation. “Well, you’ve not been the easiest,” she jokes, and it almost brings Brooke to chuckle. They share another smile before they both go silent, eating and drinking.

By the end of the meal Brooke seems to have collected herself, there’s a guard up that Vanessa hasn’t seen since the dinner and she hasn’t missed it. The blonde seems colder, more unfeeling - as if they haven’t exchanged vulnerability and expensive gifts through the week. It’s unsettling.

“Once this is over I’m heading back to Canada,” Brooke tells her, and it’s like a rod is forced up Vanessa’s spine. She sits tall and straight like if she wobbles, she will fall off a tightrope, and if she’s being honest - every breath feels dangerous. There’s a pause and then Brooke follows with, “I’d like to see you again.” And against everything she knows, Vanessa still smiles.

“You would?” She asks like it is too good to be true. Her mama always told her not to trust big businessmen, but Brooke Lynn is a lady. Mama never said nothing about ladies.

“Yes,” Brooke tells her like it’s obvious. And then she switches, because Vanessa still isn’t sure the blonde understands that people can love without money. “I would, so I’ve arranged for you to have an apartment, to have a car, a wide variety of stores guaranteed to suck up to you anytime you want to go shopping.” Vanessa almost grimaces because this is not what she wanted. “Everything is sorted.”

“It is?” Vanessa asks because it’s like Brooke has gone down a tick list and just ticked it all. No consultation, just fixing all her problems like she’s some helpless damsel - which she isn’t. She refuses to be helpless. “What else?” She exhales, palm finding her forehead. “You just gonna leave money on the dresser whenever you pass through town?” Brooke winces like her words hurt, but Vanessa just shrugs it off, because someday she will need to learn these things.

“Vanessa,” Brooke responds, quiet, too quiet. “It wouldn’t be like that.” It’s quiet and earnest, but Vanessa cannot believe it true.

“Yeah? What would it be?”

“Well for one thing it would get you off the streets.” This is the point where Vanessa stands up because this is the point where Brooke has truly hit a nerve. She’s trying to save her when Vanessa does not need saving, and she wants to tell her as much, but she cannot find the right words.

“That’s just geography, Brooke Lynn!” She almost shouts, because she’s angry. She storms out onto the balcony and hopes that Brooke won’t follow her, because she just needs the cold air to bring her back to herself.

To her credit, Brooke manages to wait a few minutes. When she does come out, she stands next to Vanessa, arms braced against the cool concrete balustrades.

“What do you want from me, Ness?” She asks and for a second Vanessa sees the same Brooke who smiled as she watched her eat ice cream at the ballet. “I can give you money, stability, whatever you want.”

Vanessa shakes her head, sighing to herself. “When I was a little girl,” she starts, smiling at the memory, “my mama used to lock me in the attic when I was naughty. I was there often - but it wasn’t bad. I used to pretend I was a princess, trapped in a tower by a wicked queen. And then suddenly this knight, on a white horse with these colours flying, would come charging up and draw their sword. And I would wave. And they would climb up the tower and rescue me.” She looks out across Los Angeles and then to Brooke, whose face is indecipherable. “When I grew up I realised I didn’t need to be rescued, but I still wanted the fairytale.”

She scoffs. “But never, never in those dreams did the knight tell me they’d put me up in a condo and pay my bills.” Brooke gulps, teeth pressing into her bottom lip. She stares at Vanessa. “That ain’t a fairytale. That’s a saviour complex.”

Brooke opens her mouth to respond, but her phone rings and she digs into her pocket to answer it immediately, putting a finger up for Vanessa to just wait a few minutes.

“Ru?” She answers, eyebrows furrowed.

“I just got off the phone with Cain. Get this. She wants to meet with you today.” Brooke shakes her head in an effort to think a little clearer.

“What about?”

“She wouldn’t say. Brooke, I think we got her. She’s on the block.”

“We got her!” Brooke exclaims, laughing in relief.

“Look, if she’s really caving in, I want to get her to commit her stocks to us this afternoon,” Ru tells her, and Brooke sighs, glancing at Vanessa before she makes her next move.

“No, it’s no good,” she relents. “If she’s really caving in, I don’t want to wait ‘till this afternoon. Have Cain meet me downtown this morning. Good bye.” She hangs up with a definitive tap and slips the phone back into the pocket of her slacks. Vanessa looks at her with questions in her eyes, and Brooke just huffs an exhale.

“I have to go now,” she tells her, almost apologetically, “but I want you to understand that I heard everything you said. This is all I’m capable of right now, and it’s a really big step for me.” Her eyes are wide again, and honest too, and they make Vanessa’s insides twist uncomfortably.

“I know,” she sighs, fingers massaging at her temples. A curl of still wet hair falls onto her cheek and she tucks it back behind her ear. “It’s a really good offer for a girl like me.”

“I’ve never treated you like a prostitute,” Brooke tells her.

Vanessa purses her lips and sighs out a long exhale.

“You just did.”

*

Brooke’s been gone little over ten minutes when the phone rings. Vanessa has been darting around the hotel room, drying her hair and slipping on a pair of plaid trousers with a white shirt tucked in. She pinches one of Brooke’s vintage looking watches and slides it onto her wrist.

When the jarring sound of the phone cuts through Janelle Monae’s singing, she pads across the room, picking up the phone with a huff of breath.

“It’s Nina West here, Miss Vanessa,” comes Nina’s tone, warm like honey, and Vanessa relaxes slightly picturing the matronly woman. “Could you come down to the front desk? There’s someone here who wants to speak to you.” She gives a pause clearly meants for Vanessa’s response, but the brunette’s mind is racing through anyone who would want to talk to her at the moment and she misses the cue. “She says her name is ‘Miss Ganache’,” Nina adds, and Vanessa lets out a sigh of relief.

“Could you just let me talk to her, Nins?” She asks, trying to do the vocal equivalent of fluttering her eyelashes. “Pleeeease.” She hears Nina let out a weary exhale and smiles, knowing she’s gotten her way.

There’s the noise of the phone being handed over and then Silky’s voice comes booming through. “Yo, Ness, babe. Would you come down here? The sphincter police won’t let me through.” She tells Vanessa, and the brunette just smacks her palm to her forehead with a sigh, chuckling to herself.

“Sure.”

“Okay, she’s coming down,” Silky says, although it is clearly meant for Nina, and Vanessa slips on a pair of low heels.

When she reaches the front desk, Nina looks exhausted despite it only being a little past nine in the morning. Silky is dressed in a pair of cut off shorts and a white tank top, leaning against the antique looking front desk like she’s not aware she’s horribly out of place. Vanessa feels awful for thinking as much, knowing how she felt less than a week ago, but she’s also dressed like the wife of a respectable lawyer, so she decides nothing less can be expected.

Courtney tells Nina something about a window washer and the woman looks towards Vanessa. “Watch her,” she says, pointing at Silky, and Vanessa laughs, raising a hand in mock salute.

“Nina, yes, Nina,” she jokes and Nina just shakes her head, bemused.

Silky gives her a once over before pulling her into a hug.  “Listen, I’ve been calling you,” Vanessa says while grabbing her hand, guiding her towards a back door that opens into a gorgeous looking garden, where she reckons they can sit and talk a bit easier.

“Yeah, I know, they told me at Trixie’s,” Silky responds while they walk, and Vanessa furrows her brow as if to tell Silky that that answers exactly nothing.

“You were supposed to come by Tuesday. I left money at the desk.”

“I was hiding from Ra’Jah.”

“Well, if you picked up the money, you wouldn’t have to hide, bitch.”

“I was busy. I got a life.” They fall onto a bench surrounded by lilacs. It faces a fountain and the water twinkles in the morning sun. “Marco got beat up. We had to visit him in the hospital, Morgan got arrested. It was a mess. Anyway, I got the money. Thank you very much for saving my ass. Now Ra’Jah can get off of it.” Vanessa has to laugh at her friend’s blunt way of putting things.

“Shit for Marco,” Vanessa states lamely. She doesn’t really know him that well. Just a pot dealer by Trixie’s.

“You know, he was talkin’ about you last night,” Silky tells her, and Vanessa slumps in her seat jokingly. She rolls her eyes. “He would bust somethin’ if he saw you in this outfit.”

“Yeah?” She asks, eyes widening at the statement.

“I was afraid to hug you up there. I might wrinkle you! But yeah, you clean up real nice.”

“Well, thank you, big Silks.”

“You sure don’t fit in down on the Boulevard lookin’ like you do, not that you ever did.” Just because Vanessa knows this is true, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“Well, thanks, but it’s easy to clean up when you got money.”

“Yeah,” Silky sighs, looking down at her own clothes. They make quite a pair, sat in an expensive hotel’s garden together. Vanessa is starting to realise she will never fit in on Olympic anymore.

They sit in a pleasant silence for a few minutes, just watching as butterflies flutter around the plants.

“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Silky asks, but it’s less of a question and more a statement of fact.

“Silky!” Vanessa exclaims, because it is the least explanatory answer she can give.

“You’ve fallen in love with her,” Silky sing-songs again, and Vanessa shoves her playfully.

“Silk, Please.”

“Did you kiss her? On the mouth?”

“Uh, yeah, I did,” Vanessa retorts like she’s proud of it (which she is) and like she would do it again (she would).

“You kissed her on the mouth?” Silky asks in indignation.

“I did,” Vanessa replies again, a blush travelling across her cheeks. “It was nice.”

“You’re in love and you kissed her on the mouth. Does my teaching mean nothing to you?” Vanessa rolls her eyes and gives Silky another push.          

“Look, I’m not fucking dumb okay. I’m–  I’m not in love with her. I just like her,” she tries to explain it, but she just sounds like a confused and whiny teen. Silky looks at her disparagingly.

“You like her?”

“Yeah.”

“You definitely like her?” Vanessa knows the chip Silky has on her shoulder about people like Brooke and she gets it. The more human Brooke shows her, the more Brooke seems completely incapable of separating money from love, but Vanessa still likes her.

“Well,, she’s not a bum. She’s rich, and classy.” Silky raises an eyebrow, and Vanessa sighs. “Who’s gonna break my heart. Right.”

Silky winces at having crushed Vanessa’s spirit. “I mean, it could work. It happens,” she tries to add, but Vanessa just raises a single eyebrow.

“When? When does it happen, Silky?” Silky squints trying to think, and Vanessa cuts in again. “Did it work out for Skinny Marie or Rachel? No.”

Silky makes a face like she’s about to laugh. “Well,” she draws out, “those were some very specific cases of crackheads and one very drunk police officer.” They laugh together for a few seconds and then it peters out.

“I just wanna know my chances, who it works out for,” she tells her, quieter now.

“Trixie and Kat–”

“Doesn’t count. Give me a name.”

“Oh, god, the pressure of a name.”

“Cinder-fuckin-ella.”

They burst into peals of laughter again, Vanessa’s head eventually lands on Silky’s shoulder. Silky shrugs it just to bounce Vanessa’s head and gets an elbow in her ribs.

“When does she leave?” Silky asks, voice low to match the mood of the question, and Vanessa appreciates it.

“Tomorrow.”

Silky rubs soft circles into Vanessa’s arm and just lets the woman sit in her sadness. She reckons she needs it.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #silky nutmeg ganache #nina west #fluff #angst #brooke doesn't understand love #I still hate writing silky #lesbian au #pretty woman #treat me nice #pinkgrapefruit #concrit welcome

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“You’re My Everything”

EXO Suho/Reader __ Split Personality AU

(a/n: Don't mind me lmao, I just miss Junmyeon)

Genre: Angsty start but really fluffy lmao, I do not write angsty stuff because they make me sad

Warning(s): light swearing

Word Count: 1,681

"Junmyeon? Junmyeon?"

You called his name but you just heard loud thumps that were made on his bedroom wall. It happened again. Junmyeon wanted to get rid of him. Who was the person he's been wanting to get rid of? Himself.

Well, not really himself but a part of him.

"Suho" was this reckless, angrier side of him. Unlike Junmyeon, Suho has supernatural abilities. He is much stronger and powerful than Junmyeon. He was nearly unbreakable... but his way of thinking makes him vulnerable.

Now that's what Junmyeon has that Suho doesn't have. Junmyeon is an intellectual. Basically, Suho is stronger physically than Junmyeon but Junmyeon is stronger than Suho mentally. Suho was the effect of Junmyeon's trauma in swimming. Junmyeon almost drowned in the gym pool during highschool because of the "bullies" who tried to drown him. That's why Suho's supernatural abilities were based on water.

Traumatizing much? Of course.

You started knocking louder at Junmyeon's door.

"Junmyeon?! Open the door!"

You yelled as the lights flickered and you backed away from Junmyeon's room, giving it some space for some reason. The loud thumps ended but you were still scared. You knew that the man you'll be seeing next isn't going to be the man that you loved for so long. The door opened as you struggled to even sit up straight. You were afraid of Suho.

Suho doesn't even touch you or hurt you... he just reminded you of what Junmyeon went through during his highschool years.

There he is, the red-haired man on his way to... honestly, you don't even know what he's planning. That made you even feel more afraid of him but you always know that Junmyeon is still there deep inside Suho's cold heart.

"My, my, my? I am such a tresspasser."

You fell on the floor, not even able to speak or stand up. You were so afraid of him. You know about his abilities because Suho and your boyfriend are somehow... they somehow keep track of each other's abilities every day... but Junmyeon doesn't trust Suho with his whole heart because Suho was literally created from his anger and trauma.

They always fight every day because Suho... is a bit of a child.

"Honey, what are you doing on the floor?" "S-Stay away from me."

You backed away while you were still on the floor, trying to escape Suho's gaze. Suho smirked and asked,

"Do you think I'll hurt you? I keep my promises, my love." "What promise?..."

You wondered, you and Suho barely talk lightly. The two of you always talked like this. You were scared and always prepared to make Suho fall asleep and probably make Junmyeon come back. On the other hand, Suho always called you sweet names and tried to approach you... by telling you that if someone hurts you, he will drown that person... his way of telling you that? Very much detailed.

"Do you mind coming with me? Stay with me in Junmyeon's room for a few minutes?" "And why should I trust you?" "... Because I made a promise to Junmyeon. Remember, I am Junmyeon and Junmyeon is me."

Suho winked, you cringed. This isn't your boyrfriend at all. He was nothing like Junmyeon. No one could ever be like Junmyeon.

"So, you wanna talk or?" "... Fine. I'll trust you for now."

You stated, cracking your knuckles at the same time. Suho found you cute because you were a lot shorter than him and you tried acting strong in front of him. Of course, you tried acting strong in front of him because you just don't want him to hurt you or break his promise.

He lends you a hand as you held onto it and stood up from the floor. It was weird, Junmyeon looks exactly like Suho but they were completely different from each other... but they are also the same person? This split personality shit makes your head ache. He did this "gentleman gesture" where he lets you, the lady, go inside the room first. He even did a bow...

"Oh, shut the fuck up." "Oh, come on. Sweetheart, I'm not even joking."

He smiles as you just rolled your eyes and walked into Junmyeon's bedroom. Suho locks the door while you looked around. Even the "vibe" of Junmyeon's room changes whenever he switches into Suho. You walked towards the window and wondered if this is gonna be Junmyeon's life.

A twin with supernatural abilities that could show up whenever he needs help? That's cool. That same twin falling in love with you? I don't think Junmyeon will find that cool.

You looked behind you to see Suho sitting on the side of Junmyeon's bed. He patted the space beside him, wanting you to sit beside him. You were nervous because you don't even trust this man who is also a part of Junmyeon's personality and memories.

"Why did Junmyeon switch earlier?"

You asked, you were still afraid of him but you need to know why Junmyeon switched.

"Junmyeon was having a bit of a panic attack... Well, not really a bit. He was thinking of getting rid of me because "I don't think right" and I might "hurt" you..." "Oh..." "But what can I do? I'm the negative side of his perfection...But I'm just saying that it's been years since I was there and I haven't hurt anyone but his enemies... I care for Junmyeon, too. He's like the person I can talk to whenever I feel like shit." "You care for Junmyeon?" "Well... duh? That's why I made a promise to him." "What promise?"

You finally asked, you haven't seen this side of Suho. It's been so long that Suho has this "better" way of thinking. If Junmyeon grew as a person through the years then Suho grew along with him.

"Basically... Everytime he looks at you like you're his everything... I... I don't know how to explain but I kind of feel what he feels about you." "... What do you mean?" "Junmyeon said that if I ever love you like how he loves you... It's fine, there are no problems... But he also said that I shouldn't be greedy of you? If that even makes sense. I don't know..."

You thought that Suho was acting like a kid again. Somehow, he is still Junmyeon.

"So, I promised him that I'll protect the two of you from any warnings or danger... Also not hurting you or something..." "... Suho, are you feeling mixed stuff right now?" "No, I feel fine. I did my first accomplishment in life and that's not drowning anyone but I comforted Junmyeon before he switched into me."

He smiled without the evil and wrath showing in his eyes. He was happy that he achieved something good. This was kind of weird to you but you are slightly having a crush on this guy who is also your boyfriend.

Suho takes off his coat and lies on Junmyeon's bed. He made this uncomfortable face as he brushes his hair up using his hand.

"Can you turn on the AC? It's so hot in here that I could just die." "Wow. That was quick."

You rolled your eyes and stood up. Due to being a lot shorter than Junmyeon or Suho, you couldn't reach the AC. It made you question, why did Junmyeon place the AC so high?

"Um, Suho?" "... Yes, my love?"

Of course, you cringed.

"Look, I can't reach the damn AC. Can you do it for me?"

Suho sighed and stood up to turn on the AC. You sat on the side of the bed, not even going that way. You couldn't even look at Suho.

Then, Suho gazed at you and smirks. He finally towers over you, his hands pressed firmly on Junmyeon's bed. You looked away because it makes you feel a bit weird.

"You know I like you a lot, right? And I know you like this feeling a lot." "What feeling?"

You scoffed, not letting Suho win. You're literally melting inside.

"Feeling small? Feeling cute? I know you like that." "So? Then, what are you gonna do? Kiss me? Weak." "... Trust me, honey. I'm going to do a lot more than that."

---

You woke up, seeing a sleeping Junmyeon beside you. Of course, you tried getting up silently. You didn't want to disturb Junmyeon's peaceful slumber. Then, a hand grabs your wrist.

"Babe, stay."

You just stood there. You felt like you did something so wrong and dishonest to Junmyeon.

"I'm not mad... Just stay beside me..."

Junmyeon's words did not convince you that he's not mad.

"What if you are?" "I know what happened between you and Suho last night... I agree with him."

What did Suho say?

"What did he say? That I was vulnerable? Easy to please? Honestly, fuck Suho-" "No... He said you were very attractive and such a fun person to be with." "Oh? Oh, okay." "... Why are you so nervous? He already told you that he made a promise-" "Isn't it like cheating?!" "... No? Suho and I are one. It's your choice if you want to... get to know him, too."

You frowned and pouted. He just smiled. You missed this angelic smiled he always showed you.

"You're not mad?" "No, baby. I'm not mad... I'm quite happy that the two of you are getting along." "... Okay..."

Junmyeon smiled and kissed your cheek. Suho wasn't lying when he said Junmyeon looks at you like you're his everything.

"... You're my everything." "Really? Because you are my world, Junmyeon." "Suho didn't lie when he said you were such a fun person to be with, you competitive cutie." "I'm saying the truth, though-" "I know and I love you, too."

Junmyeon answers as he took a glance outside before turning to you again.

"Y'know, it's not that late to eat breakfast-" "It's literally noon, what do you mean?" "..." "... Oh! That's what you mean?"

Junmyeon smiles and nods. You quickly lied down on Junmyeon's bed once again.

"Wait- Wait, I have to tell you something... I love you!" "I love you, too."

//the end//

Requests are open!

#exo #exosuho #suho #kimjunmyeon #junmyeon #oneshot #split personality #au #exo oneshot #exo fanfic

[jihyosforehead]

jensoo x chaelisa double date would be so cute omg

the jensoo conversation goes like this: (tldr: jisoo being difficult feat. jennie with everlasting patience).

jennie and jisoo are just kind of hanging out in jisoos bed. jisoo’s playing on her phone, dalgom napping peacefully in her lap and jennie’s sitting at the foot of her mattress, fiddling around with the animal plushies, wringing a stuffed rabbit in her hands. (shes babie).

and then after a few minutes of restless fiddling, jisoo’s eyes not leaving her phone screen is like, “can you hurry up and ask what you wanna ask before you decapitate my bunny.”

jennie looks up at her, wide-eyed, then deflates at being caught, but then perks up again, “we should go on a double date with lisa and chaeyoung!” she says suddenly.

jennie looks at her expectantly but after a long beat of silence, save for the incessant tapping of nails against glass, jennie launches the stuffed rabbit at jisoos face. dalgom leaps out of the bed and jisoo stares at her empty lap. betrayed. she puts her phone down to study jennie’s face. 

“i heard you. but we already go on double dates with them.”

“no we don’t?” jennie says, her face scrunching up, confused.

“uh, i don’t know how to break it to you, sweetheart, honey……baby…..darling….my most adorable favourite human, apple of my eye, love of my - ” (jennie’s launched a pillow at jisoos head again and she’s rewarded with a muffled yelp).

“anyways, as i was saying,” jennie tries a second time, ignoring the blush creeping up the back of her neck at all the petnames (jisoo is completely unbothered), “chaeyoung and i were talking about this new cafe we should visit. and we should go there for our first double date.”

“baby,” jisoo says again, her voice soft and fond and loving all at once, and jennie tries to ignore how that word just turns her insides to jelly, “we live with them. we go on double dates all the time.”

“but those aren’t double dates!” jennie finds herself whining.

“they are.”

”but they’re not though.”

“but they are!!!!!!11!!1”

(jisoo loses this argument)

…

jisoo and lisa share the same exasperated but fond look over their mugs of coffee. chaeyoung and jennie beside them talking animatedly.

“ahhh, can’t believe this is our first double date!” chaeyoung squeals, bouncing in her seat. lisa next to her has to catch the saucer that almost goes flying across the table. and settles a hand over chaeyoung’s knee, thats also bouncing. shes given a wide smile for her efforts.

“jisoo tried to tell me that we go on double dates all the time,” jennie tells chaeyoung with a scoff. and chaeyoung makes a shocked noise of disapproval. jisoo and lisa share another exasperated look.

“we literally live in the same house -” lisa cuts in.

“we go on double dates all the time!” jisoo says, baiting their girlfriends. 

“those aren’t double dates tho!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” jennie and chaeyoung say at the same time, verging dangerously on whining. 

“breakfast? the other day? a double date,” lisa tells them matter-of-factly.

“dinner? last night? another double date,” jisoo raises eyebrow at them and then somehow manages to eat a piece of toast defiantly. 

“but they arent double dates tho,” jennie tells her frowning sullenly, sounding genuinely upset. jisoo immediately feels guilty. she rubs the small of jennie’s back and is relieved when jennie leans into her side for more affection, nudging her head under jisoo’s chin. and jisoo has to fight a dumb smile off her face because even when upset, jennie still seeks her out for comfort. 

across the table, chaeyoungs beginning to pout too, so lisa looks to jisoo apologetically. (lisa’s already begun to smack noisy kisses on chaeyoung’s cheek, earning her even deeper frowns, but chaeyoung doesnt seem to be moving away when lisa all but pulls her into her lap).

so eventually, lisa’s like, “okay, maybe theyre not double dates…….”

and then jisoo’s like, “hmmm, yeah maybe they’re not double dates if we’re at home.”

at this, jennie and chaeyoung’s shoulders perk up. it’s like watching two puppies jump up from the floor. and lisa and jisoo are like what the hell how are they so cute. (which is their constant mood around these two tbh).

“so you guys think this is a double date now?” jennie asks timidly. jisoo, fighting an internal battle on trying not to just kiss her in public.

lisa and jisoo share a look, again.

“yes,” they say at the same time. and jennie and chaeyoung squeal happily. they both lean into their girlfriends. 

they eat brunch in high spirits again. chaeyoung makes lisa feed her some eggs because she’s got bacon in one hand and toast in the other. lisa has long given up on telling her to put one thing down so she won’t struggle. but watching her inner conflict on deciding which breakfast food to hold was kind of adorable. so. lisa feeds her the stupid eggs.

it’s totally not a double date tho, jisoo tells herself silently, swinging her hand with jennie’s. she feels her heart stutter when jennie throws a smile her way.

how is this a double date if we’re like this all the time, lisa wonders internally, chaeyoung latching onto her side. chaeyoungs busy telling her what she wants to have for dinner and lisa is presses a kiss on the side of her head. 

they find themselves in a shop full of stuffed toys. and jennie and chaeyoung come back with armfuls of things like clouds and rainbow plushies with faces on them, insisting that they need them. they all go home feeling lighter.

(especially jisoo and lisa’s wallets lmao).

#jensoo #chaelisa #blackpink #blackpink hcs #blackpink headcannons #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #ty 4 dis ask #anon #idk what i was tryin 2 do here anon #it's not great lmao im sorry 😔😥

[sunnysidewrites]

Assassin!Seungcheol Pt 2 FINALE

THIS IS LONGER THAN WOLF!WONWOO BY 5 WORDS IM SCREAMING THIS IS OFFICIALLY MY LONGEST SCENARIO EVER!!!! bc i tagged her in part 1, im tagging @cheollies again bc she was one of the reasons why i was motivated ljdsfljdfl <3333 THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR WONDERFUL FEEDBACK IM SO SORRY ITS LATE!!! THIS IS A WILD RIDE AGAIN!! ENJOY THE FINALE MY CHILDREN!!!! <333333

warnings: some violence, references to part 1, my tears and anguish from completing this

Part 1 | Part 2 (Finale)

Two months.

That’s how long it had been since you had contacted him

You sighed as you stirred your coffee

Yep, you guessed it, in the same cafe that all the workers know you on a first name basis

Why do I keep coming back here? You glumly chided yourself, your cheek resting on your palm

You check your phone for the twentieth time that hour, wishing to have at least some notification about his whereabouts

Even if it’s something like “hey i’m safe and don’t look for me”

Bc all you need is just some validation that he’s okay,,,, but nothing. No texts, no calls, no “accidental” video calls, no “hey loser where are you” to check in where you are,,,, all you get is a black screen

Even though you practically have your lockscreen ingrained in your head from the amount of times you’ve seen it, you still can’t help but choke up a little

A blurry candid of seungcheol holding out his hand about to smear you with his ice cream mockingly stares back at you

You shake your head and get up your seat as you pack your things

You’re done. You’re done waiting. You gave him two whole freaking months, an entire 60 days. Sulking around waiting for someone to come back to you isn’t your forte.

And that will end today, you resolutely nod to yourself and start heading out the door.

“You what?!”

He sighs and holds his hand up, “Please. Don’t yell. It’s early.” He reaches his hand out for a biscuit

“How can you even nonchalantly eat breakfast right now??! Do you even understand what you’ve done?!” Joshua smacks his hand, dropping the biscuit

“Um hEY--”

“You made it this far without him suspecting anything, which is a major surprise and accomplishment. But it will bite you in the butt sooner or later, Cheols.” He briefly flinches at the name but Joshua is just prESSING the issue

“He’s gonna kill you. Not only you but probably her too. This is way too dangerous!”

“jOSHUA! Please! I know what I did, and I absolutely have no regrets.” He shakes his head, a faraway gaze in his eyes. “I’ve killed many people before, but I at least knew the gist of why I was. But she,,,, she’s just a pawn in my dad’s game,,, completely useless”

Joshua leans back in his chair and blinks slowly

“You love her. Don’t you,” he says more as a statement than an inquiry

He takes his silence as a definite answer and rubs his forehead. “Seungcheol…”

“Look, he’s been giving me regular jobs to do, you know the usual. He hasn’t caught on… yet… And he has much bigger things to worry about.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s not keeping tabs!”

He sighs, ready to cut off the conversation. “We’re done here--”

And there he sees

He freezes, the only thing moving is his eyes on someone’s figure

You walk down the street taking in the bustling city view

Your eyes flicker to a table outside a store a few blocks ahead

You stop and squint your eyes. That wasn’t… was it?

You rub your eyes but by then the two people sitting there disappeared

You shake your head and continue walking, completely convinced you’re getting delirious by the second

You finally disappear out of sight and only then does seungcheol let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding

“Dude,,,, you have to tell her at some point”

“I know… I know.”

You barge and storm in the office with your arms folded

“I need to find someone.”

Your father looks up from his paperwork, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose

“Y/N… can this wait?”

“I have been for two months and I’m sick of it. I need you to hire someone to help me find them”

“Sweetie, I’m really busy--”

“Dad….. Dad please. I have to. I need to.”

“....fine. I’ll have my assistant deal with it”

And you’re like yES OMG ILY THANKS POPS

He tells you to go to his assistant’s office a little ways down the hall where you’re greeted by the typical warm person

“Hello, Ms. Y/N, I haven’t seen you in a while!”

“Hi jeonghan!!! Look I really need you to find someone asap”

“Ah, yes, your father just notified me about that just now,,,, well I’ll do my best to search for someone in our team. Give me until the end of the day today?”

And you’re like oh my god he’s willing to put this fIRST :’)))))

“Omg that’s actually really fast,,, don’t you have more important things to do? I can wait a few days if that’s the case,,,,”

“No no! Ahah it’s fine you just hang on tight, I will definitely get back to you shortly!”

You’re like oH MY GOD YAY JEONGHAN U ARE SO NICE AND THE BEST NO ONE CAN COMPARE and you promptly hug him before leaving

“Yeah,,,, nice,,, that’s all I’ll ever be,” he wistfully smiles and lets out a small sigh

You come back to the office later that night and Jeonghan is like i found one of our best investigators/hackers!!!!

You’re like omg aju nICE

You and the woman walk to her “headquarters,” is what she calls them when it's just the room she works in lmao

The moment you both get settled you make it crystal clear

“Choi Seungcheol.”

And obviously you tell her a little more about him lmao

All you can see is her fingers flying over the keyboard and tons of files filling the screen

She spends a few more minutes digging but she’s like sorry babe none of them fit your description

And you’re like that can’t be right,,,,,

“Can you check the surveillance cameras? On streets and stuff?”

You tell her the date, time, and location of when you last saw him and she dives into another search party

“hmmm -- i foUND SOMETHING”

You see when he kisses you and you have to shield your eyes away from the impact,,,, your chest suddenly feels heavier

She senses this and gently places her hand on top of yours

“,,,,I’m sorry. We’ll find him”

She follows the cameras once he heads home and she’s like ok well looks like he’s staying in this beat up motel

She reviews cams even up to present day and still sees him leaving and entering the building and you’re like ok i’m sold and start to get up

She puts a hand on your arm and is like uh wait honey you aren’t going alone

“Well who else is gonna go??”

“Me. I was physically trained sufficiently enough for a bodyguard position, so don’t sweat”

She stands up and starts rummaging through her makeshift closet to pull out 2 bulletproof vests

You look at her stunned before breaking out in a grin

“I’m game.”

“You went back on my orders? Do you know what position you’re in?!” He barks

Seungcheol trains his eyes on the floor and numbly responds, “I didn’t think there was a reason to kill an innocent person who has no involvement in this business. It’s her father, no?”

His dad sighs and rubs his temples. “Son, you follow. I command. I guess you’ll just have to face the consequences for not obeying me, your own father… Tsk,” he distastefully clucks his tongue. “You actually thought I didn’t know this entire time. I knew you didn’t kill her that night of your romantic doings”

“I know,,, It just happened,,,, I had to do it to get her to trust me” stop lying to urself cheols smh we and mr choi all know ur whipped

“Just please leave her alone.”

His icy chuckle sends shivers down Seungcheol’s spine for the first time

“Ohoho,,, you thought you were the one in trouble?”

Seungcheol looks up at him with his eyes narrowed in confusion

And then they narrow in fury

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I most certainly would.” does anyone get the reference lmao #tb to part 1

“What did you dO TO HER”

“Guess you’ll both find out. Shall we?”

“This,,,, is where he’s staying at?”

You look at the paint peeling off the sign “Stay Inn”

The hinges of the battered doors are about to come off

Two streetlamps flicker lazily, yellow light pathetically illuminating the parking lot

“The footage doesn’t lie,” she says as she takes a look around. “Room 114, let’s go”

You and her cautiously creep up in front of the door and then kick it wide open

“....No one’s here.” And you can’t help but feel a lil disappointed :((

Both of you are looking around his room for any sort of clues but it looks like any (less than) average hotel room with clothes scattered everywhere and plastic plates littered around the table

Eventually you both ditch the place and you’re about to call it a day when she abruptly stops you

“Wait. i heard something over there,” she subtly looks over at the other side of the street

You hold your breath as she discreetly scans around the area and then

“geT DOWN!” She pulls your arm down as she drops to the ground

Your ears are ringing from the gunshots from the one right next to you and the one on the other side

“We have to leave now!” She scrambles up and tries hiding behind parked vehicles on the curb as she pushes you to move

You’re able to run down only a couple of blocks when you see another group of men coming at you in the same direction

You look to your right and there’s also another group

She curses under her breath before pulling you to another direction, “this way!”

You have to weave through miscellaneous objects through alleys and garbage cans

You’re pushing your legs as fast as you can despite the growing burning sensation LOL I LOVE THAT ALBUM STAN TALENT STAN SF9

You’re about to collapse when someone tACKLES YOU FROM BEHIND

“Mmfdffmlfj!!!!” Your cries are muffled behind their hand

The last thing you remember is her voice calling your name

“Try again.” You can barely make out the words before the frigid water hits your face

You cough violently and open your eyes

“Ah, you’re finally awake.”

In the dimly lit room your eyes try to adjust to the dark shapes and what seems to be in some sort of empty abandoned building

The man gestures to someone to brighten up the place and only then do you take a good look at who’s in front of you

The infamous Mr. Choi staring back at you, the very man your father has talked about countless of times

“Bring him out,” he orders as he keeps his eyes locked with yours

You hear the heavy grunt of the metal door opening and you instantly hear a voice that you’ve spent this entire time searching for

“Let.. me… go!” He spits out as he attempts to wriggle out of the men’s grips

He looks up and it’s all that takes him to still again

Your disheveled wet hair sticking to the edges of your face, the top you bought in the mall that one day now drenched in water, the dismay in your eyes

His breath gets caught in his throat before he angrily turns to his father and fumes, “Why is she here? Why did you bring me?”

He chuckles and strides to you with every menacing step

“Didn’t I say you would both find out?” He traces your jaw and you have to use every fiber of your body to not vomit on his polished Prada leather dress shoes

Seungcheol grits his teeth and violently thrashes around in their grip around him

Your breathing gets heavier as his hand drifts down to your neck

“Would be a shame to end things here… wouldn’t it?” He laughs before whipping out a gun from his pocket

“But let’s just cut out the games. You were meant to die on that night, but my idiot of a son couldn’t do it.” He points the head right in front of you

“So i’ll do it in his stead. Any last words you wanna exchange?” He gestures to you and his son

You look around to find any way out but all the entrances are utterly blocked by his guards

You slowly turn around to the rustling noise

“Stop it, Seungcheol…. Don’t act like you care.”

He looks at you in bewilderment and scoffs, “Act? You think I’m acting? I nearly risked my life to save yours! And this is just,,,, acting?”

“You were supposed to kill me that night. And you didn’t. That was your biggest mistake. You should have just ended things, not like the pathetic way you did over the phone,” your voice slightly faltered.

“It wasn’t a mistake! I wanted you to get away from this, to get away from me! Why can’t you understand that?” He was in disbelief; he practically saved you!

“You’re right. It was a bigger mistake on my end that I believed I mattered for once in my life.” He softens his facial expressions when you look up at him with a dead stare. “Y/N….”

You numbly turn back at the gun pointed in front of you

“So? Aren’t you gonna do it?”

He laughs at your provocation and merely shrugs

“If you say so”

You hear him loading the gun and just when you anticipate a bullet firing, you hear one but from behind you

The entire building is in chaos and smoke and dirt fill your vision

“Seungcheol!” Joshua and Junhui along with a whole team invade the space

He only points towards you and yells over the noise to have them focus on your safety

They nod and send the team over to help you get out of the guards’ grip

Joshua, Junhui, and 2 others are staying back to help Seungcheol as the rest of the group rushes to your side

As he’s ducking with his arms over his head, he pulls out his gun and manages to skim Minghao’s arm

He curses and holds his wound together while shouting something to another member

Soonyoung kicks the gun out of Mr. Choi’s hands as Jihoon and Seungkwan lock his arms with handcuffs

Two people who quickly introduce themselves as Wonwoo and Mingyu are on both of your sides with their arms wrapped around your shoulders

They’re talking so quickly that all the coherent words you can hear are “get” “you” “safety” “right now”

“Seungcheol??” You look at both of them, but neither are meeting your gaze

“He told us to get you first. He’ll be fine,,, he has the rest of the guys there”

“But what if he’s hurt?!”

Wonwoo quickly looks back at his shoulder and sees a few of the guards running after them

“There’s no time! We have to go right now!”

You finally burst out into the open chilly night air and make a beeline for the waiting van parked outside

They push you in first and once Mingyu slides in he immediately slams the door shut. “fLOOR IT!!!”

Vernon slams on the gas pedal and you’re off

The entire car ride is silent save for the heavy breathing from the adrenaline pumping through everyone

Wonwoo, the closest one next to you, puts his hand reassuringly on your knee

“We’re taking you to our headquarters, which is essentially our hideout,,, you’ll be safe there, I promise”

Still staring out the window, you numbly nod as he slowly removes his hand

When you arrive there, you do what they told you to: cleanse, get dressed, and hold on tight as they find a way to contact her father

After a somewhat relaxing shower, you emerge from the bathroom wearing a baggy shirt underneath a hoodie up to mid-thigh and sweats that were left outside of the door when someone named Chan knocked on it earlier

You walk to the living room where everyone is gathered around a circle talking about different methods of communication with everyone

“Oh, Y/N,” Wonwoo gets up and jogs to you. “Feel free to get something from the kitchen to eat. You can hang around the front or the back, but it’s really dark and cold, so we don’t want anything more bad to happen”

You flicker your eyes from his face to the other 3 on the couches

They slightly wave to you with a small smile and continue their discussion

You nod and thank him before heading to the kitchen

You grab an ice cream bar and a bottle of water before heading out to the front

You sit on a bench and look up at the starry night sky

Just earlier this morning, you were resolute to find him

And now fast forward to the end of the day, you were with his coworkers at their hideout

As you finish up your dessert, you brush yourself off and take a look around the area

You go around to the back and see a picnic table with folding chairs all over the yard

As you approach the table, you see a few polaroids that seem to be too familiar

“Wait… this was when we went to the cafe….”

You flip over each picture and see scribbles of writing on them

“The ice cream wasn’t as sweet as her”

You flip over each picture and see more writing similar to the caption before and realize all of the pictures are of you

The last one you flip over is the last night you saw him

He took a picture of you talking to your cousin,,,, you slowly turn over the picture

“This could have been me…”

“There you go again.”

You quickly put down the picture and slowly turn towards the voice

Seungcheol, all battered and bruised, is standing just 10 feet away

Cuts and scrapes are all over his face and arms, his clothes ripped and dirtied

He slowly walks towards you and you can’t help but to lean against the table for support

“Do… what?”

He stops in front of you, his face only inches away from yours

“Being irresistible. We’re not even together yet and you’re already wearing my clothes?”

“What makes you think we’re going to get together? Do you always want to kill your potential girlfriends?”

He gently places his hand on your chin and turns your head to face him

“No. Do you always go on a spontaneous hunt for a guy and end up almost dying?”

“That’s not fair; I didn’t know you were caught up in this shady stuff!”

“....Are you gonna walk away from it? From me?” He looks at you, a hint of desperation and anxiety in his eyes. “That’s exactly why I told you to forget about me”

You place both of your hands on his face, caressing his cheeks. “If we’re gonna make this relationship work, we’re gonna have to go over some rules about secrets”

He lights up at the word “relationship” and you can’t help but smile at his childlike grin

“You gotta stop that too”

He’s like ??? what do you mean

“Being vulnerable.” And you both seal your promises with a lingering kiss that tastes like coffee ice cream

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[realtalk-princeton]

@Faun maybe the question wasn't submitted? just wanted to know more about life in Japan, especially culture (food, people) and language barrier

@faunJapan hey Faun, could you describe your experience in Japan? especially about the culture and people (and maybe safety)? thanks in advance :-)

Response from Faun:

Hey, sorry I’ve been away for a bit! Thanks for your question; I’ll do my best to answer it however I can. Just want to say in advance, all of this is based on my personal experience, so it could definitely vary for other people who have lived in/traveled to Japan. I am by no means an expert on Japanese culture, which in and of itself is hardly monolithic, so I’ll strive to avoid making uninformed, overgeneralized assertions about anything from my (outsider) perspective.

That being said, I think one general broad perception many people will have of Japan(ese culture) upon first arriving is the high emphasis on civility and order. Compared to countries such as the United States, Japan has a lot more organization and structure in nearly every facet of everyday life: buses always arrive on time, commuters queue up in perfect lines for the train, city streets are kept spotless and litter-free, etc. Furthermore, most people whom you meet (especially those who work in hospitality) will be extremely polite, from taxi drivers to restaurant servers to department store clerks—it’s very rare that you would encounter someone in Japan who is outwardly discourteous to you. A lot of this is derived from a sense of collectivism, which promotes group harmony and the good of the community above that of any one single person, that distinguishes Japan (as well as many other Asian countries) from some of the individualist cultures of the West. Nevertheless, I don’t think you can make any sweeping assumptions about how your interpersonal interactions with people in Japan will turn out before you actually get there.

For example, the first time I went to Japan, I lived in a fairly rural farming city in Fukuoka, which is located on the southernmost island of Kyushu, with an older couple without any children. They lived a pretty “traditional” Japanese lifestyle: their house had tatami mat flooring and sliding doors, they both took a bath after dinner every day, and we slept in futons on the ground in lieu of beds. I was only fifteen at the time, so being still a child I wasn’t really allowed to venture out too much on my own, but I remember enjoying the slow pace of summer life and the beautiful scenery of the Japanese countryside. I spent a lot of time with my host family and grew quite close to them, especially my host mother; we would pick vegetables from the garden and cook meals together, go on evening walks around the neighborhood after dinner, and sit in front of the television watching afternoon programs, me doing my homework while she folded the laundry. My host parents introduced me to a lot of local culture, bringing me to visit their family’s tea fields and taking me to various historical landmarks in the region. They weren’t super talkative, but in a way that was a plus, since it allowed me to slowly develop my comfort with the basics of the language as I lived with them. Overall, they demonstrated a lot of care for me, and I cherished them as if they were my own relatives.

In contrast, I had a somewhat harder time with my host family last year, when I participated in PII. I lived in the suburbs of Kanazawa, which is a moderately large coastal city, with a family of two parents and their two children, around my age. They had a much more “modern” lifestyle: their house was Western in style, located in a fairly new housing complex, both the father and the mother worked, and the family would take meals separately, depending on when they each came home from school or work. However, I had a more difficult time connecting with the individual members of the household; the children were usually out and about doing their own thing, and the father often came home rather late from work. I spent the most time with my host mother, but at first I had trouble adjusting to some of her stringent expectations of me—she would instruct me to put up my hair if I had it down, for example, or tell me to sit up straighter at the dinner table, and I wasn’t comfortable with such a familiar level of “parenting” in my relationship with a host family. Additionally, I struggled more with the language barrier this time around, even though I was much more advanced in Japanese at this point, likely because my host family thought I would be able to handle more complex grammar structures or vocabulary than I actually could given my current level. It wasn’t as if the family was rude or cold or anything like that; they were always kind and courteous to me, and we would also sometimes go on outings to restaurants or local cultural sites, which were pretty fun. Altogether, I just didn’t click as well with them as I did with my other host family (though in their defense, I was also severely depressed last summer so that probably played a part lol).

With regard to food, I feel like it varies so much depending on where you are, but there are a few staples that you can expect to find anywhere. In Kanazawa last year, my friends and I often ate soba, ramen, curry, etc. as well as boxed lunches (e.g. with rice, pork cutlet, etc.) that you can pick up from any convenience store. At home with my host family, my host mother would alternate between traditional Japanese breakfasts (with rice, miso soup, and some other side dishes) and more Western breakfasts (usually toast with jam and a cup of yogurt), and for dinner she’d either make something simple (like steamed fish or vegetables) or order some takeout. A lot of the foods you’d “typically” associate with Japan, like sushi or sukiyaki, are not commonly eaten on an everyday basis, and they might be different from what you’ve had outside of the country (Japanese sushi is a lot smaller and less convoluted than American sushi, for example!). Similarly, some Western chains in Japan will have different localized menus than what you might be used to, such as teriyaki burgers at McDonald’s or cherry blossom lattes at Starbucks. ALSO, the snacks and bottled beverages in Japan slap so hard—my favorites are definitely honey butter chips, kinoko no yama (lil choco mushrooms), oi ocha green tea, and c.c. lemon soft drink. All in all, some of my recommendations for food experiences in Japan include getting soba at a noodle stand (where you eat standing up), getting yakitori (chicken skewers) at an izakaya (a barlike setting where you can get late night snacks and drinks), and getting okonomiyaki (super delicious savory pancake, often cooked on a steel hotplate right in front of you) anywhere in Osaka (where it originated!).

In terms of safety, I’d say it also depends on where you go, but generally I found Japan to be a lot safer than the average city in the United States. When I was in Ishikawa last year, I would often go out on my own or with a group of friends, and very rarely did I feel any sense of unease while roaming the city of Kanazawa. I absolutely loved the freedom of wandering the streets late at night, something I never really got to experience growing up in the United States. One factor that helped was the accessibility of the public transportation in the area: there were tons of buses and trains whose maps and schedules were not difficult to follow, and in the worst case scenario I could always hail a taxi to reroute me to my destination. The language barrier wasn’t necessarily a hindrance at this stage of my time in Japan, but I would say that it’d probably be a lot harder to do some of the things I had to do, like reload a bus pass or buy bullet train tickets, if you didn’t understand/speak some degree of survival Japanese. However, I do want to acknowledge some of the privilege I have as an individual of East Asian descent traveling around Japan; because I often “passed” for a Japanese native (as long as I kept my mouth shut lmao), I rarely got any looks or stood out when I was making my way through my daily routine. I will say though, there was one time that I genuinely did feel unsafe in Japan, which took place not in Kanazawa but in Osaka, a much larger city that I had visited for vacation with a group of friends: I had gone out late on my own (while wearing a nice dress), and an older man had come up to me and tried to follow me back to where I was staying, but I eventually lost him by ducking into a restaurant bathroom. So in general, I don’t consider Japan to be dangerous for the most part, though again it never hurts to be vigilant, especially in a big city.

Wow that was a lot—I hope that was able to address at least some of the things you were asking about! I want to stress once again that my thoughts are by no means the final say on all things Japanese, and also emphasize that Japan and its culture cannot be simply boiled down into one homogenous description. Please feel free to reach out if there’s anything else more specific you would like to hear about (especially with such a broad topic as culture, there’s so much more to talk about, e.g. activities, etiquette, traditions, holidays, etc.)—I’d be happy to answer whatever I can given my own body of knowledge. Ultimately, I’m hoping that this helped to provide you with an initial sketch of Japan, and that you’ll be able to fill in the picture with your own travels there someday! :)

[multifandom-hoes]

`11 Questions` Tag

I was tagged by: @notsoshykpopfan and thank you very much for doing so and also sorry for like taking forever to do this lmao

1. If you could travel anywhere where would you go?

Around the world~

2. If you could only keep 5 possessions what would you keep?

I count a bunch of books as one possession, okay?

Unlimited Water

Unlimited Food

Unlimited clothes

A survival manual for dummies

3. who are your top 5 bias’?

In no particular order:

MinSeok

HoSeok

HoSeok

YuKwon

.... Urgh.............  SungHwa?????

4. what is a relationship deal-breaker for you?

Ah.... I don’t know, really. Someone who is a self-centered prick and only cares about their own problems without seeing other people’s problems. I hate people like those and try to stay away from them.

5. Your bias sees you in the crowd and calls you backstage to talk with you, do you go or leave without seeing what they wanted?

I would go regardless of who called me, in all honesty. Like, it’s no good thing, particularly since they’re calling you somewhere private where there is a possibility of being somewhere where people cannot see you, a.k.a stranger danger and no it really doesn’t matter whether it was your `oppa` who called you- I’m going away from the point... Basically, I’d be curious so I’d go and see what they need.

6. if you could do one thing for the rest of your life, what would you do?

Ah. Sleep.

7. what did you eat today?

I ate some yogurt and then some pancakes for breakfast, then a sandwich in school and then when home I ate some fish cutlets with fries and veggies.

8. top 5 favorite foods?

Light soups- though I barely eat those lmao

Honey sweet chicken + rice

Rice too. I love rice. Don’t ask why, I just do.

Spaghetti with some meat `n` sweet chili sauce 

Kebab.

9. top 5 favorite songs?

Zico- I’m Still fly

Zico- No Limit

The GazettE- Distress and Coma

The GazettE- Guren

Yella D-가고있어

P.S They’re just the ones I’m currently listening on repeat, sorta.

10. your bias decides they need a new stylist and want you to take the job. do you take it? why or why not?

My fashion sense is terrible so they better bet they don’t want me to do that job xD

11. If you could become a kpop idol or a celebrity in general, would you? why?

You know, I find it funny how I strived to do anything related to music until quite recently- like, I was so fired up about becoming a singer or something of the like and I was like, “Hell yeah, look at this bih go” but right now I just want a break from life and get well again and just do some mediocre job lmao. `Fame` is not for me.

My questions:

1.What are your top three(3) biases at the moment?

2.Between those three biases, who would you fuck, marry or kill?

3.How did you come to like no.1 from your bias list?

4.What are your top five(5) bias wreckers at the moment?

5.If you were given a chance to meet one of the people from the seven(7) you mentioned above, who would you like to meet the most and why?

6.What group do you feel is the most underrated at the moment?

7.What group do you think is overrated in general, and why?

8.Favourite girl group and why?

9.

10.Fvaourite subjects in school?

11. How was your day today?

I tag: @koneko14 bitch I dare you to not answer- I put time into making this ;’;’;’;’;, @kawaii-hedgehog , @kakaotaeks , @junghoeseokie , @hyamori , @157isa , @bitjingles , @smackthatpizza i’m like high-key tagging you cause that icon dude , @whocares006 , @sarcastic-icecream

#tags #tagged

[mysplaced-pen]

Could you please write about the RFA members eating something and get some food on their cheek or the corner of their mouth, so MC sensually licks it off for them? Nsfw if possible, but fluff is also good ;)

bless anon, this made me laugh. I’ll try my best to make this at least kind of nsfw for you ;)) 

I didn’t know if you wanted saeran(since you said rfa members), so I didn’t add him, but I can if asked!

 also wow this got kind of long w h oop s

slight-nsfw 

Zen/Hyun (this is honestly bc I have ‘Dead Girl Walking’ on repeat rip)

They were having a musical marathon and were currently on ‘Heathers’

ever since ‘Candy Store’, they also brought out all types of candy ..which tbh took some convincing on MC’s part

Zen let MC talk him into eating chocolate gasp mc but his skin

and since they were singing along, things were bound to get messy

especially when ‘Dead Girl Walking’ came on and MC hit that “freaky” note  

zen: *softly* holy sh it 

MC had finished their candy, so they were dancing and singing along

Zen was just kinda sitting there in awe to the point where some chocolate got on the corner of his mouth cause he missed lmao

At JD’s little dialogue, MC notices and smirks while walking to Zen (rip zen)

they lITERALLY LICK OFF THE CHOCOLATE @ THE “see, i decided i must ride you til i break you” PART,,R I P ZEN 

MC keeps singing but also gets Frisky™ by straddling him, touching him, and just..throwing the candy to the side 

*cue intense makeout session at guitar solo* 

Zen literally picks them up and turns the music off when MC starts kissing his neck

guess we’re not gonna finish that musical marathon (no sleep tonight for you~)

Jumin

MC decided to help him make pancakes for breakfast, just regular this time 

but they also decided to make some blueberry syrup(listen i can’t eat strawberries so we ain’t gonna use them)

Now, Jumin isn’t the best for this, but he was following instructions

he looked so focused, making the pancakes MC couldn’t help themselves. They put some of the syrup on his cheek, near his lips 

Jumin turned to look at them, surprised. “MC why did you do that?”

They give him a small shrug before kissing from behind his ear to his cheek

He smiles but is still like “there’s still syrup on my cheek, my love.”

MC rolls their eyes playfully before slowly licking the syrup and placing a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. Jumin: oh  

He turns the stove off and turns around, taking some syrup and putting it on their lips look at what you did, mc. you provoked him

“if you wanted a kiss, you could’ve asked instead..” he goes in but licks their lips instead

MC gets payback by pretending to kiss him but going to lick his neck instead oh now you really provoked him

Jumin now gets his payback by pulling her closer and softly biting at their collarbone, smirking at their little gasp

it continues like this and they can’t even get out of the kitchen 

Yoosung

they were actually eating some pasta they made for dinner 

Yoosung wanted to try a new recipe he found online, which turned out really good 

the “this pasta sauce could get all over my face and I wouldn’t care” kind of good

which, ironically, happened to Yoosung. Not all over his face, but on both corners of his mouth 

MC notices when they were starting to clear the table. It was their turn for dishes, but they called him over before they started 

Yoosung’s all “yes honey?~” before they give him a peck and lick both sides of his mouth 

“dinner was great, dear.” they say with a smirk damn mc

Yoosung.exe has stopped working 

he’s not even subtle, he’s so red before he buries his face in the back of their neck and wraps his arms around her  

MC is all giggles until they feel him lick at the back of their neck 

the next thing they know, he’s whispering in their ear. “that’s what you get.”

MC decides to be a lil flirty and goes “is that…all I get?”

Yoosung holds her a little tighter and whispers again, “well…I get dessert. And you don’t” 

they’re about to be upset, hoping it’d go another way, but he pulls them away from the sink and back to the table, laying them on it 

ooooh they get it now 

and Yoosung just…goes to town

Jaehee

they got a new cake recipe, but they still haven’t got the icing 

But there was already a batch from before so they were taking a break

dear Jaehee was looking a little stressed, so MC decided to have some fun

fun being taking some of the icing and putting it on Jaehee’s nose 

she was surprised and was about to be like “w hy” but she saw their grin and oh it’s on 

they had a mini icing war, most of it going to their aprons and cheeks they had a ‘no-hair’ rule

now Jaehee’s laughing and she looks so cute, but MC notices a bit of the icing near her mouth

and they’re so not paying attention, but they’re leaning closer 

Jaehee stops laughing to stare at them and before she knows it, they’re licking the icing away

MC snaps out of it right after and is like “oh no”

But Jaehee found herself being brave and leaned in to kiss them 

the two of them were pining so hard for each other, the kiss turned into a makeout session 

MC was actually the one to pin Jaehee to the counter, though which is a total turn on for Jaehee fight me 

both of them glance at the storage they got trapped in on valentine’s day and just kinda… wow the cafe is closed for the rest of the day 

707/Luciel/Saeyoung

it was a lazy day for them, both of them having cereal 

Seven is a milk drinker look he rly is and MC laughs at the ridiculous way he does it 

He made sure to drink it extra messily so they could laugh, but he also ended up with a milk moustache, which he also licked

but he missed a spot 

MC puts they’re bowl down and pulls him over, telling him so before licking the spot he missed

He immediately gets all blushy and covers it up by sc reami ng 

MC’s about to be like “saeyoung wtf” before he pulls them back over and gives them a hard kiss

It’s their turn to be surprised haha 707 strikes again 

but seriously, he pulls back and literally says “you know…I’m still a dangerous man, MC..” 

MC is just like “I’ll take my chances” and bites his lip 

Seven proceeds to drop the bowl and tackle them to lay on the couch 

lucky that bowl was empty 

MC is now being attacked with kisses, nibbles, and roaming hands

damnit saeyoung, they didn’t finish their cereal

V/Jihyun

lunch date! it’s picnic time!!

they even got some ice cream from a little cart passing by at the end of it

the two of them are that couple that share each other’s ice cream 

so V gives MC some of his ice cream and MC is gonna give some of theirs to V 

but he misjudges the timing and gets a mouthful of ice cream

the two of them laugh, MC handing V a napkin 

he gets most of it, but misses just a tiny spot 

which MC gladly takes care of for him by licking it off

*cue a surprised V noise* can you imagine that, that’d be so cute

MC giggles and leans in so they can whisper “hm..I think it tastes better coming from you”

that’s it MC, we gotta go right now immediately 

like, he literally rushes them to leave that they don’t finish the ice cream

MC knows V’s not one for pda, but he’s usually fine with little kisses

ooooh he doesn’t want just little kisses 

and oh, he doesn’t. MC is pinned to the door as soon as it closes calm down there, jihyun. i know it’s been a while but geez

sorry if that wasn’t as nsfw as you wanted, anon..but I hope you still like it ^^;

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