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starseungs · 3 days

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a dream and a dance. hjs.

han jisung x gn!reader — dreaming was a lot harder as an adult than it was back when you were but a small kid. but maybe—just maybe, you could indulge in this dream come true for once.

genre/s — fluff, pinch of angst, post-grad au(?) • 2.0k words

warning/s — alcohol, setting is in a nightclub, life is hard (idk how to explain this)

note — inspired by han's new skz-record: 1,2,3,4,5 ! also i know nothing about nightclubs but this was the theme that came to mind so im just basing off vibes 😭

Dream while you’re still young—while you still can.

Growing up, that line had always been an integral part of your life. You still remember the first time you heard it; the soft hushes of your beloved grandmother as she handed you a bowl of freshly cut fruit on a particularly hot day. The six-year-old you once were was staring at the person behind the television, starry-eyed, as you studied the figure’s actions with intent. You could faintly recall a question being asked in that hushed living room, something along the lines of whether or not you found what they were doing interesting. It was a hazy memory for detailed descriptions, but you could imagine your younger self positively replying with an excited squeal, one fit for a child of that age, which would’ve been followed by the line that you’d have kept in your heart for the rest of your life.

As one would, you’ve cycled through your fair share of these so-called dreams in the duration of your early lifetime. There was a time in third grade where you made up your mind to become a science teacher—the thought quickly being replaced just a mere two years later when you found a sudden interest in becoming a chef. Sixth grade you talked big for their age, claiming that they would open their own restaurant after graduating culinary school, despite not knowing a single thing about cooking other than all the hours spent bingeing MasterChef. You would always get a laugh out of the memory, knowing that it, too, was but a short-lived dream of a young mind still easily impressed by the world around them.

The pattern of switching life aspirations continued past elementary, and throughout your hectic high school years. With the constant new experiences you faced day to day, it was inevitable that eventually you would start seeing everything in a different light. It was part of the maturing process, you’d come to realize a few years later—getting hit by the epiphany that you no longer went through your 24-hour cycle the same way you did back when you were ten. It was a bittersweet revelation, one that ended with you looking up old shows you used to watch and playing episodes until the sunrise before forcing yourself out of bed to get ready for class.

That wasn’t the first time you pulled an all-nighter, but it was the first one that made you feel calm throughout the day despite severely lacking sleep.

College came around, and now you had to face yet another hurdle in your journey: admitting that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing anymore. You were attending university—check. You were in a program you personally chose—check. You had a decent social life—check; or maybe half a point, since you didn’t exactly have much time to hang out with any of them, instead opting for promises of catching up that were slowly building in number but barely decreasing. Before you knew it, the degree life was slowly eating all of the dreams that were left inside of you, leaving you with a semi-paved path completely devoid of color. What was once a garden littered with numerous flowers of the rainbow now had wilted into dehydrated brownish hues, layed lifelessly beside the narrow road.

Perhaps your grandmother was right. Dreaming was a lot harder as an adult than it was back when you were but a small kid.

Still, you pushed through, just to see the end. There was no use turning back when you had already crawled your way up this high. All that was left for you if you did was a fall so hard that you doubt you’d even be able to recover. The image alone made you shiver, prompting you to lift the glass of liquor towards your mouth, letting the sip travel down your throat and feeling the faux warmth it provided. Your eyes shifted to the clock propped up against the bar counter’s wall, watching the hands tick at a uniform pace. It was weird knowing that time always stayed steady. These days, it seemed all over the place—sometimes slowing, sometimes speeding. At this particular moment, it was like a flowing stream.

What kind of pace it was, you weren’t too sure.

What you did know, though, was that the numbers on the clock were barely visible; bright neon LED lights being the only thing illuminating the dark room they called a nightclub. The speakers were blasting some upbeat pop song, entertaining the crowd trying to lose themselves on the dance floor. You could only watch from your bar stool as a girl trips over thin air, obviously a little too inebriated, before getting caught by her friend, who was now fussing over her drunken state.

Burning liquid passed your tongue as you took another sip of your drink. Unlike that girl, you went to this place alone and on your own accord. In your mind, you contemplated why you chose to be here instead of a peaceful bar that didn’t involve a DJ and a dancefloor—but this works too. Maybe a part of you wanted to experience the thrill one last time before adult life completely takes a toll on you, so who were you to deprive yourself of the wish? Your university days had already ended just a few hours ago, with you stepping on stage to get your diploma. It wasn’t a crime to let yourself have fun after all the sacrifices you made for the sake of your damned future.

And so you continued to watch—getting lost in the sea of bright lights and the crashing waves of your thoughts, before a familiar voice snapped you out of the trance you put yourself in.

“What are you doing here, looking all miserable like that?”

You blinked owlishly at the face that entered your line of sight. A face that was very recognizable to you, despite the undoubtedly long time you’ve gone without seeing it.

“Han Jisung?”

“The one and only,” Jisung grins.

“Wow,” you breathed out, completely taken aback at the situation. “I haven’t seen you since our first year of uni! How have you been?”

You and Jisung used to be in the same major before he dropped out right before the start of your second year to pursue music. It would be an absolute lie if you said you didn’t miss him, especially since he was the first friend you ever made in university. You could still recall the moment he approached you in a class like it was yesterday—the Jisung of four years ago scrambling to take a seat after barely just beating the professor entering through the front door. The image of the freshly turned nineteen-year-old panting desperately evoked your concern, causing you to stare at him a little longer than necessary. But it wouldn’t be Jisung if he wasn’t observant, so he returned the stare without an ounce of shame and followed with a question if you had any spare water he could drink.

Luckily, your water bottle had just been filled a few minutes before class started, and thus a beautiful friendship was born.

Jisung took his hands out of his pockets before taking a seat at the empty bar stool to your right. “Life’s been great! Two semesters were enough for me to realize that the academic life just wasn’t for me,” he chuckles. “Oh, and congrats on graduating, by the way!”

You couldn’t help the small smile that found its way to your face at his greeting. “You knew?”

“Ah,” Jisung exclaims, leaning forward to rest his arms on the long table in front while still making eye contact to cement his presence in the conversation. “I attended the ceremony earlier, actually. You know—for Hyunjin and Seungmin. I also watched you stand on stage. That’s why I’m genuinely surprised to see you here like this.”

He looks around for a bit before returning to face you. “Where are your friends?”

You shrugged carelessly, not too bothered with the implication. “Not a clue,” you say with a light chuckle. “Probably out celebrating with their families—or maybe even with each other. Either way, I didn’t get an invite, but I already expected that.”

Jisung simply nods at your reply, and his lack of a reaction amused you more than it should. “And you? Out with Thing 1 and Thing 2?”

“Damn, they still call Seungmin and Hyunjin that? My legacy stood strong, huh?” Jisung barked out a hearty laugh before gesturing somewhere to the side of the club. “But yeah, our group’s over there in one of the sofa cubicles. You can join us if you want; it’s your day too, after all. We should be celebrating!”

You waved his offer away politely. “It’s fine, Jisung. I’m sure they wouldn’t want me crashing in. We’re not even close enough to do that.”

Jisung paused to think for a moment, his hand rising up to support his chin. Your eyes guiltily wander a bit higher, stopping at his rosy lips for a brief second before quickly going back to glare at your glass of liquor.

Admittedly, you once had a crush on the man beside you. Han Jisung was one of the more attractive individuals on campus back then, along with the rest of his friend group. The lingering gazes of people weren’t foreign to you, as you had your fair share of experiences with them when you used to hang out with him. Jisung was simply someone who caught others’ attention, whether it was intentional or not. Of course, you weren’t exempt from that notion. The only difference was that he was a good friend you didn't want to risk losing and that you weren’t interested in dating at that moment. Romance was another dream of yours you couldn’t reach, no matter how much you yearned for it. And so you buried your feelings in a grave, eventually getting forgotten once he left your life.

You could only hope that a zombie apocalypse doesn’t start soon.

“Hm, alright,” he eventually chimes. “I’ll leave you be, soon. But, on one condition.” It was your turn to ponder over his words.

“And what’s your condition, Han?”

Jisung attempts to hide the way he fidgets with his fingers, which you painfully caught on to too fast for your liking. He took a few more seconds to collect himself before sitting up straight and turning towards you to shyly say, “Dance with me?”

Your eyes widened into saucers, not believing what you had just heard. It was in an attempt to calm your racing heart that you accidentally froze into silence, your brain already deciding to keep 911 on standby in case you stopped breathing altogether. You internally cursed yourself for feeling a faint hope spark back in your heart, wishing for the romance you never let yourself indulge in. This wasn’t the time, nor was it the place, that you thought was appropriate to rekindle your teenage wishes.

Unfortunately, your lack of a response made Jisung inhale audibly, seemingly preparing himself to bolt away in embarrassment—if only you hadn’t noticed his actions too, the year of friendship coming back to you to recognize his habit. You quickly willed yourself to spit out any words you could.

"Well, that’s sudden,” you shakily voiced out, but decided to lighten the awkward situation with a cough. “What, think I’m hot now after gaining a few more years?”

Jisung exhaled in relief. “Not exactly,” he rubs the back of his neck, “you were already hot from the beginning.” You roll your eyes at his answer.

“Haha. You think you’re so hilarious, Jisung.”

“That, I do,” he smirks, regaining his confidence. Jisung lifts a hand towards you, opening his palm in an offering gesture. “So, what about that dance?”

You scoffed good-naturedly before taking his hand, pulling him up his seat to drag the two of you towards the center of the establishment that was still as chaotic as you left it earlier.

“Make sure you show me a good time, Jisung.”

“Oh, you won’t be disappointed, Y/N.”

Maybe—just maybe, you could indulge in this dream come true for once.

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sinsandsweetness · 7 months

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season 5 scary beard rick getting sweet, hyperfem reader on her knees for him, and her just looking up all sweet and obedient and docile, just about ready to do anything for him I FEEL LIKE ITD DRIVE HIM WILDDDD

“Are you okay?” She whispers as he tugs her behind the barn. Neither of them wanting to attract any attention from the potential threats out in the woods.

“Just need your help with something, princess,” his mouth starts trailing down her neck as he pushes her up against the barn. Rough wood with the threat of a splinter catches on her sweater. It’s stretched out collar falls off her shoulder and grants him even more access to her neck. Nipping lightly at her collarbone.

“With what?”

He doesn’t answer, tilting his head up, he catches her lips and grabs her hand, placing it against the front of his jeans. Tall and hard under the dark denim, she gets the hint almost immediately.

It doesn’t take long before she’s on her knees. So obedient. The very impractical mini skirt she wears is riding up above her hips and the sight of her soft bare skin drives him wild. He’s thankful that her pretty lace panties are only shown to the wood siding of the barn and not the forest behind them. He holds one arm up against the wall for support, doubling as an unintentional shield to their intimate act. His fingers lace with her unruly locks, guiding her close enough to kiss him through his boxers.

“Atta girl,” he says as her fingers trace at his waistband. The site in front of him nearly catches him in a trance. She’s so pretty like this. All wide eyed and willing.

He urges her on, “You know what to do.”

#idk how to feel about the third person vibe #tell me what u think pls #i need validation #rick grimes x female reader #Rick grimes x reader #Rick x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x fem!reader #Rick grimes x hyperfeminine reader #Rick daydream #Rick Drabble #Rick imagine #twd fanfiction #Rick grimes smut #twd smut

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hopeluna-archived · 11 months

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Now for the important question....ass or boobs?

Characters: The brothers + the dateables

CW: crack, my dumb ass imao

A/N: i'm so sorry about this, just ignore this

M.list

Lucifer

I- looks at you like "I don't get paid enough for this shit"

Actually he doesn't get paid at all. #justiceforSingleMom

But......boobs.

They are just....boobs yk? They're so fun and soft and sexy - Lucifer's inner thoughts

Pls leave him alone MC, he has important work to do :')

Mammon

He's a ass man and he's proud of it 🤚🏼

Mammon loves ass. Flat ass, non-flat ass, medium flat ass

He appreciates it all

You might catch him staring at your ass if you're observant enough

Will deny it tho, it looked at him first

Levi

Thighs.

Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, The third born, Admiral of Hell's navy and Thigh man

If given permission, will bury his face in your thighs

Its heaven to him. Pun intended

Maybe leave some bite marks on them if he's feeling particularly brave ;)

Satan

BOOBS.

No I will not elaborate

Goodbye.

Asmodeus

Boobs. And ass. And thighs.

He's a slut

He'll take everything you throw at him

Still Asmo has a good point

Why choose one when you can love all of them?

Beelzebub

I cannot explain this but ass.

Idk Beel just seems like a very ass person

Like listen he's not innocent as everyone makes him out to be

He's just a wholesome guy. So like just imagine him casually slapping you in the ass out of nowhere

And you're just like 😀⁉️

And he's just like 🤷🏻‍♂️💁🏻‍♂️🍔

Belphegor

Certified user of boobs as pillows

Yk how you smack the pillow a few times to fluff it?

Boy will legit pat your boobs and snuggle in and not even acknowledge you

Like sir?? I'm not even here, i'm a hallucination ✨

Diavolo

Pls i'm a boob person for him, I wanna squeeze those honkers

Dia is both a boob and a ass person

He just thinks both of them come for different uses

Your boobs are his stress ball

Your ass is also his stress ball with the added benefit of slapping it

Barbatos

Yup he saw that question coming from a miles away

But nevertheless he'll humour you

Boobs

Idk why but he just gives me boob guy vibe

Simeon

WHAT IS THIS QUESTION ⁉️⁉️

MC THIS IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE

Simeon likes you for you heart, your kindness, you sincerity, your mind-

Boobs.

Solomon

Thighs.

Enough said.

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lavenderlyncis · 8 months

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Join me in reviewing Olivia Rodrigo's album GUTS. I've waited years for this!!

all-american bitch - 9/10, big fan. I love it when she screams because the world is unfair. same girl, same

bad idea right? - 10/10. I know this one is controversial but I LOVE her more punky songs, I think that's when she's best

vampire - 10/10. I'm not always a fan of piano ballads, but the bridge and outro really make it for me. The hurt turning into anger and despair is just so cathartic. And the video is one of my faves of all time

lacy - 1000/10. What the hell. Did not expect to feel this much emotion from that title. Uhhh... yeah, same. I super relate to that. Whether or not lacy is supposed to be a real person or a manifestation of the beauty standard, this hits. Also, idk if I'm making this up but I dig the romantic undertones, they sell it

ballad of a homeschooled girl - "I made it weird, I made it worse"/10. OLIVIA HOW DID YOU KNOW that I lie awake thinking about all the weird things I did and said, Olivia, did you write this for me specifically??? Every day I am alive IS social suicide. I'm sorry, this is my song, actually. "Can't think of a third line", she's so real

making the bed - "I'm playing the victim so well in my head"/10. How. Does. She. Do. It? I could write an entire essay about this song. Maybe THIS is my song?? She's so good at saying exactly how I feel. I already know that this song will play a million times on my phone. Also I love the drivers license references. Big fan of the making the bed metaphor

logical - 9/10. favourite crime vibes. She's good with these songs about bad relationships. Used to be my favourite thing she did, but now I'm more invested in the songs that are about her/other experiences. That being said this song is really fucking good. This is the Olivia I fell in love with and she's still amazing at doing piano ballads

get him back! - 9/10. Olivia having ANOTHER song with speak-singing where she wants to get back with her ex?? Yes, PLEASE. Bad idea right 2.0. Fucking obsessed

love is embarrassing - 10/10. I said it before I'll say it again, angry Olivia is the best. And she's right, love IS embarrassing as hell

the grudges - 10/10. She does the paino ballads SO WELL. I think this is my favourite one on here. Because, wow, yeah, that is how it is

pretty isn't pretty - i can't rate this/10. GOD, I love it when she talks about insecurities. And don't think I don't see that skipping lunch line. It's sp hard to articulate how this song makes me feel. Especially since I've been low key comparing myself to her, even though we have entirely different bodies and faces. It's nice to know she also struggles with this. And she's right, you could do literally anything to change your appearance and you'd still be unhappy

teenage dream - 100000/10. "Is it recording? Of course it is.", the way I gasped. Okay, I love the interpretation of it ending with a child to be about growing up and childhood innocence. But the line she says?? Especially combined with the meaning of the song it feels a lot like it's about taking away youth by recording it and putting it out there just like she was supposed to be everyone's teenage dream as a child actor and young musician. This feels so personal to her while also being relatable to others. I'm 19 too, Olivia and I are born in the same year. And this is exactly how I feel about growing up. I hope it gets better, my teenage years were crap, I'm tired of being young, but it's also the only thing I can hold onto. I'm honestly terrified of turning 20. But hey, Olivia did it, so... it'll get better, right?

#i should probably stop trying to give songs numbers #they're all perfect to me #or2 #olivia rodrigo #guts olivia rodrigo #or

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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haikyuu boys as icks

because my favorite thing is humbling men and fictional men are no exception | aot version & jjk version

atsumu:

does that thing where he "forgets to know your name" so he doesn't look obsessed with you, but in reality he just looks like a douchebag LOL he's comes up to you all nonchalant like "y/n, right?" as if he doesn't follow you on ig and like all of ur pics....and he thinks it makes him look so cool and popular and mysterious and then u look him dead in the eye and ur like "yeah, you're osamu, right?" he's humbled very quickly

osamu:

when he’s really tired or clingy, he talks in a baby voice :/ sometimes even refers to himself in the third person :/ just typing this rn is making me frown with disappointment. like yeah atsumu may be the more dramatic twin, but thats only bc he’s shameless in public. behind closed doors, osamu is right there w/ him. you find him pouting on the couch after a long day like “osamu wants cuddles >:(” or “can we make dinner together i’m hungwy >:(” big offender of the “sowwy” and “pwease” agenda. arrest him

suna:

is the embodiment of that one trend where you tell guys they look like they can’t swim and they get so unnecessarily defensive about it LOL. you say he “gives off a vibe that he can’t swim that well” and hes DISTRAUGHT...immediately whipping out all of his cards to prove you wrong like “obviously i can swim, wtf let’s go find a public pool rn and i’ll show you how good i can swim” also gets you back in such a ruthless way like “okay, but i can. and you look like you don’t know how to read.” feelings end up hurt on both ends :/

hinata:

whenever you guys go to the store, he holds up the line because he’s like “oh, i have a coupon for that!!! :)” but it's never convenient at all. it could be for the most minuscule or absurd products too, like toilet paper or ballpoint pens, and he’s digging through his wallet once you guys reach the register. like baby AREN’T YOU A PRO ATHLETE???? i think you can afford the extra $1.42 for granola bars. you bring up the idea of him having the coupon ready before he gets in line and he’s like “idk i don't wanna hold it for that long 🥱”

kageyama:

LEAVES HIS BEARD HAIR IN THE SINK AFTER SHAVING. oh my god, i am making myself angry rn. you rinse it out every single time and when you ask him if he knows what happens to all of his little trimmings, he’s just like “idk....i guess they just evaporate or slide down over time” when you literally clean up after him like a maid :I he makes me sick (inspired by that one tiktok of the oblivious husband and knowing wife)

bokuto:

doesnt understand politics so he just labels himself as “non-political” which comes across as him just being douchey :/ it makes him look so ignorant when he first tells you :/ like a man who thinks he’s too good to be socially and politically aware bc it doesn't affect him / when in reality, politics just really isn't his forte academically and he’s never learned the basics of it :/ because he is really smart ok i stand by this!!!! he’s a scholar and a college grad...he just only focuses on his areas of interest. take a gov course baby expand ur horizons

akaashi:

if you ask him those silly hypothetical relationship questions (the ones where you just want him to say something sweet, something that proves he loves you) he is not having it in the slightest. you ask him “would you still love me if i was a worm?” and he’s deadly serious like “no? one, that's not even possible. two, if i’m ever attracted to a worm then i need to be constrained and arrested. three, i think that’s really wrong for you to expect me to seamlessly deal with that big of a transition in our relationship--” and you have to be like OH MY GODDD OKAYYYYY IT WAS A TEST!!! AND YOU FAILED!!!

kuroo:

millennial core LOLLLLLLL im sorry. he posts a pic of him after he gets his hair cut and captions it “just did a thing! :P” EWWWW my toes are curling rn. he takes his selfies from the highest mom facebook angle and does the signature middle aged white man smirk. if he ever films a video of himself it’s so cringy bc he does the millennial zoom in and talks as if he’s a movie protagonist. attends a single work meeting and claims he’s “adulting 😂” at the ripe age of 27

oikawa:

when he really likes you, he does that thing where he's like "you're just not like other girls/people!!!! you're so different!!!!!!" you do basic human things like don't constantly wear makeup or eat whatever you please and he's like "i love how you can be so real around me, you're so quirky <3" you shave your legs or do your hair and he’s like “baby you don’t have to do all of this for me!!!!” he’s never touched a woman in his life. self unaware king

iwaizumi:

swears that period cramps are not that bad and that people who get periods over-exaggerate to make men (or people who don’t get periods in general) feel guilty about not dealing with them. believes with his entire chest that “getting kicked in the balls” is equivalent to the pain of childbirth. one day you jokingly buy one of those period cramp simulator machines and hook him up to it. he's all “i’m gonna be fine babe” and “it probably just feels like a stomach ache”.... he doesnt get past the 3rd setting and is holding back tears when you finally turn it off

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soulprompts · 2 years

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"𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐" 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎. (𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉.)

idk how to describe the exact thought process that led me to this idea, but basically i was watching a tonne of ins.tagram videos and i think i had hit the fourth video in a row using that interview where it’s like “love ya, bye.” “love ya..............PFFT--” and i was like. in a way, that’s actually completely adorable, and i was thinking about all the different ways and contexts in which people say “i love you”, and now i’m here to make it everyone else’s problem! so bon appetit! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!! i will add to it in the future!! i will also be making a second list which is virtually identical, but there are two additional prompts that are not suitable for young eyes, so here u go, here’s a sfw version, and remember, if you add to the list i will curse ur shoes to be squeaky 24/7. so just don’t add anything to the list, okay my loves? okay. enjoy!

[ FIRST ]: sender tells the receiver “i love you” for the first time.

[ PHONE ]: during a phone call with the receiver, sender absently tells them “i love you” for the first time before hanging up.

[ MOUTH ]: while standing across a crowded room from one another, sender catches the receiver’s eye and mouths “i love you” to them.

[ WEDDING ]: as they prepare to exchange wedding vows, sender gazes at the receiver and says “i love you” for the last time as an unmarried couple.

[ HEAT ]: while engaged in a passionate argument with one another, sender, in the heat of the moment, blurts out “i love you!” to the receiver. ( think of like, that glorious trope where people have a huge argument and then suddenly sb drops the mic with “because i’m in love with you!” and silences the other person. u know the trope! )

[ SLOW ]: after resisting their feelings for one another for a very long time, sender finally breaks down and reveals to the receiver that they love them.

[ SAVED ]: having believed they were both about to die, the sender says “i love you” to the receiver, only for both of them to be spared at the last minute and left to process the not-so-final last words of the sender.

[ OVERHEARD ]: sender reveals that they’re in love with the receiver to a third party, not realizing that the receiver, while out of sight, has just overheard the confession.

[ CHOOSE ]: sender, realizing the receiver is about to make a huge life-changing decision (literally anything, accepting a job offer, accepting a marriage proposal, leaving the country, ANYTHING!) tells the receiver that they’re in love with them, leaving them to choose between the sender and their original path.

[ DECISION ]: sender finds the receiver just as they’re about to make a massive decision that will have massive consequences for the fate of many people, possibly the world. accepting their fate, sender allows the receiver to continue, telling them that they love them, and then waiting to see whether the receiver choose to save the world, or destroy it. (for the hero/villain vibes bc we STAN THOSE VIBES! )

[ LAST ]: believing it to be their last chance to confess their feelings for the receiver, the sender tells them that they love them.

[ ASK ]: immediately after saying “i love you” to the receiver for the first time, the sender proceeds to propose to them.

[ BEDSIDE ]: while sitting by the sick/injured/unconscious receiver’s bedside, sender reveals that they’re in love with them, unaware that the receiver is able to hear this revelation.

[ TEXT ]: before concluding a text conversation, the sender delivers one more text to the receiver, reading “i love you”, before ending the conversation.

[ SACRIFICE ]: just before putting their own life in danger to protect, save, or help the receiver, the sender tells them that they love them, and then proceeds to risk their life in an intentional self-sacrificing way.

[ BATTLE ]: as they prepare to go on a dangerous mission, sender shares a final moment with the receiver, and tells them they love them, just as they head out to fight.

[ TRACE ]: sender, believing the receiver to be asleep, gently traces the message “i love you” on the receiver’s bare skin with their finger.

[ LETTER ]: sender delivers a letter to the receiver that reveals their deep love for the receiver.

[ PRIVATE ]: sender confesses their love for the receiver by using a private joke or shared story that only the two of them know. ( example: “remember the day we went fishing on the lake and you fell into the water because you thought that leaf was a sharkfin? that was the day i knew i loved you.” )

[ NOTE ]: on their way out of the house, sender leaves a small note for the receiver to read when they wake up, reading “i love you”.

[ UNSPOKEN ]: after a third party (or the receiver themselves) asks if the sender is in love with the receiver, the sender goes silent, unwittingly admitting that they do love them in the process.

[ KISS ]: unable to find the right words to express how much they love the receiver, the sender impulsively catches them and pulls them in for a passionate, deep kiss.

[ RAIN ]: sender reveals their love for the receiver while they’re both standing outside in the pouring rain.

[ HUSH ]: sender whispers “i love you” to the receiver while they’re both in a situation or context where they need to be quiet.

[ UNCERTAIN ]: while pretending/acting/undercover, the sender says “i love you” to the receiver, but whether they meant it or not is left unknown.

[ DANCING ]: as they slow-dance together, the sender takes the opportunity to lean in close to the receiver and tell them that they love them.

[ QUIET ]: on a cozy night in with the receiver, as they curl up together on the sofa/in bed, the sender says “i love you” to them.

[ RELIEF ]: upon reuniting with the receiver, whom the sender briefly believed to be dead, the sender emotionally embraces them, and says “i love you” in the spur of the moment.

[ LAUGH ]: while laughing at a joke/prank/story that the receiver is humorously displaying, the sender fondly tells them that they love them.

[ OVER? ]: after a mutually reluctant (and unwanted but necessary) break-up, the sender calls/visits the receiver and tells them that they’re still in love with them.

[ VOICEMAIL ]: sender leaves a voicemail on the receiver’s phone after failing to get through to them, and reveals their love for them.

[ ASLEEP ]: sender, having climbed into bed to cuddle the receiver (who they believe to be asleep), tells them that they love them.

[ INCOHERENT ]: while sick/feverish/intoxicated/otherwise incoherent, the sender tells the receiver that they love them, leaving the receiver to figure out if they meant it or not.

[ TRUST ]: faced with an incredibly risky situation, the sender decides to accept whatever plan the receiver decides on, trusting them with both of their lives and telling them they love them in the process.

#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp memes #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #rp prompt #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #writing prompt #writing prompts #action prompts #romantic

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triflesandparsnips · 6 months

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Lot of takes going around the internets about certain "deaths" in the ofmd season finale, so, uh-- guess it's time for me to try and lose some followers on tumblr dot com with

Some Thoughts on Why I Am Not Particularly Bothered or Concerned about Izzy's Apparent "Death"

Laying the groundwork first...

1. Narratively speaking, Izzy's been a dead man walking since the start of the season. Babe shot himself and got a rebirth-- but he still definitely intended to die. Every minute he was still around was borrowed time.

Did he have to die? Maybe not. I know I could've written a version of the show where he didn't. But then that would be my show-- not theirs. I can't know exactly what themes, bugbears, bête noires, catharsis, or artistic Vibes are driving that writers' room, and until the credits run on the finale of the third season, none of the rest of us can either.

2. Izzy spent the season being in a liminal state-- and there's nothing in the story saying that he can't continue doing that. Izzy spent the season having one foot in one space, one hoof in the other, and himself halfway through the door, a chimera of mirrored things right up to his "death": pirate and ship, hard and soft, old ways and new, etc etc. But "the gravy basket" is a weird little liminal space between life and death, a place that both Ed and Buttons have found (and returned from) before. We don't know where Izzy "is" right now-- he could be there.

(tbh, I wonder how much poor feeling we'd be having about all this if we'd gotten a final tag of a blue-washed Izzy staring down at a bowl of soup while helplessly saying "but this isn't gravy, what the fu--")

3. I think there is an unfortunate belief that "it's not real unless you see the body" is a universal -- or perhaps inarguable -- "fact" of storytelling. But it's not. It's just a bit of narrative shorthand that got popular, and now we're too ready to fall into the trap of believing the inverse is true too-- that if there is a body, then there must therefore have been a "real" death.

This season has spent quite a lot of narrative time and effort telling us that its story is using a different model, with different shorthands; specifically, that magic is real, that there is at least some kind of existence after death, and that the dead can be resurrected.

And that brings me to the meat of why I'm not particularly bothered or concerned about what, at this stage of the story, could still very well be just a minor setback--

4. This whole show, and particularly this season, is a fairy tale. It's a story that works with fairy tale logic and tropes, and it's in conversation with other fairy tales too, ones that the OFMD audience is likely to know well enough to spot their narrative beats in action. So "Pinocchio" gets mentioned a lot? Cool-- the audience applies what is commonly known of that story to this one ("a real boy", the mirror-opposite being a puppet with no nose, etc), and finds some Cool Shit. Then they're primed to keep looking for fairy tales, even unnamed ones, in case there's another little nugget of reward-dopamine for finding a connection.

So the fact that we saw a mermaid? Suddenly, I personally am noticing "Little Mermaid" motifs all over the place. That Ed was in a "sleep like death" -- after fucking around with a spinning wheel -- until his prince came to wake him? Well fuck, man, that's Blackbeard playing "Sleeping Beauty" for us all.

And bringing it all back to a "dead" Izzy Hands... when I add up a "dead" body surrounded by a bunch of laborers mourning the person who nominally kept their living space nice AND who was wanted dead by an authority figure for the crime of being the "better" version of what that figure wanted to be...

...well fuck, idk about the rest of you, but to me that all adds up to Izzy's story being Snow fucking White. Waiting for someone to come pull the bullet poisoned apple from his body so he can live again.

5. This is a second season. Of three. And Izzy Hands is the writer's favorite chewtoy, so there is lots of time, space, and incentive to bring him back. If there's a third season, we have a pile of ways he could be brought back over the course of hours of literal viewing time and possibly months of in-narrative time. That's ages.

And the solutions don't have to be difficult! For instance, we still have canonical hallucinations from Stede-- that's one route. Or fuck it, we could have Izzy's (very solid-looking) ghost be the embodiment of their being haunted by the Sea, that would work too.

And even barring all that-- his grave is right there with our heroes. The ship is out there hunting down his murderer. Even if you're happy he's dead... bad news, friend. He's all over the third season landscape. (uh oh, it's GNU Izzy Hands)

But those are just a few options that leave his body rotting but his character still alive. I happen to think we could all dream a little bigger, darlings. For instance:

A. You cannot tell me that these writers, on this show, with these actors, would not absolutely go all in on a zombie-esque hand thrusting out of the dirt mere hours after burial. Look me in the eyes and tell me Con O'Neill wouldn't pull off an entire digging-out scene only to end with himself panting beside the hole, looking around, hearing Ed and Stede being weird in their haunted hut, and wearily say, "Are you fucking kidding me."

B. Don't like zombies? Want to stay closer to the Snow White vibe AND introduce a love interest for him? One hyphenated word: body-snatcher. Gotta dig those bodies up fresh for the Definitely Historically Accurate anatomists of the time! But oh, says this New Guy, this corpse is-- wow, it's weird that they buried him with a rose and really amazing makeup and a truly extraordinary number of whittled whales, plus what's with that horsey leg grave marker, this guy must've been fucking fascinating, man, I wish I could've met him-- --at which point Izzy's hand shoots out and chokes the guy half to death and the lads come tumbling out of the house and ta da, mission accomplished, Izzy resurrected in 5 minutes or less with his horsey leg conveniently beside him and an entire season for himself and everyone else to Deal With It, amazing, fantastic, no notes from me.

C. Come to think of it, there is genuinely a non-zero chance that the crew just. Fucked up the burial. I mean... even though I was just arguing why we shouldn't see it as Law, we didn't actually see the body. We saw a grave. What did they bury him in? Was it a box? Was it some canvas? Did they definitely pick up the right one when it was time to bury him? Or did they maybe carefully make him an ahistorical safety coffin just in case a cat demon came to bother him and his corpse wanted to make a fuss about it, y'know, very common, could happen to anyone, and Frenchie just so happens to have Blackbeard's old collar bell right here--

6. Here's the bottom line, imo: The only thing that would keep Izzy really actually dead and completely removed from the story is a lack of narrative time and space-- and we have plenty of both. Stories are like Lego. If you've got enough time and you're willing to play with pieces from a whole lotta different sets, it's not hard to put the same elements together in different ways to get new, exciting configurations. It's why I'm actually rubbish at predicting exact details of stuff-- there are a lot of ways something could go, there are infinite doors out of problems the narrative seems to throw at us, and no two people will come up with the same thing because we're all different.

That, to me, is one of the big ways I personally enjoy and engage with stories. And it's why I genuinely can't be fussed about Izzy's death, not when we're only two-thirds through the story as a whole; observing someone setup and then try and execute a complicated narrative trick is my jam.

But my way of engaging with all this is by no means the best or only way. How we all interact with art, and what speaks to us, is extremely personal. If how this season and Izzy's death went just didn't work for you, that's okay. I'm sorry it wasn't the story you wanted it to be. That blows.

I just know I can't say yet that it didn't work for me. I won't know until I can take in the entire picture, just as I can't judge a finished Lego set by the one piece I step on midway through construction. I can see different ways Izzy's death/rebirth could absolutely work, but will the writer manage it? I dunno.

But I'm willing to wait and see if the stupid puppet can pull it off.

#will it be the content or the length that causes the unfollows?#WHO CAN SAY #but every day is Unfollowing Amnesty Day #farewell and be free #our flag means death #our flag means death s2 spoilers #our flag means death seasons 3 rampant speculation #izzy hands #engaging with stories #and curating your own experience #(but for real - I had to stop myself at just the few possibilities I gave for a resurrection)#(real talk if you ask me for more I can just-- come up with more)#(it's my party trick)#(for very certain kinds of very nerdy parties)

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After finishing Dark Heir, I kinda don't vibe with or understand the Sarcean Did Nothing Wrong theories. I think it's mostly a joke, but I genuinely do think Sarcean doing a lot wrong is what makes him so interesting and what makes the central tension of Will's story so compelling. If Sarcean did nothing wrong, then there isn't that central tension within Will of whether he'll use his powers for good or evil. Will has immense power and he WANTS to do good with it so badly. But everyone in his life, everyone he has ever loved, keeps telling him he can't be good! Even though he wants to use his powers to do good, to protect innocents and to protect his loved ones, everyone still thinks he can't be trusted with his powers because they're convinced he's already evil. So there's that underlying threat that Will might eventually just give in to that belief of others and use his immense power for evil, just like everyone always believed he would! If Sarcean never used his power for evil, never abused his power, if he was always the hero that did nothing wrong, then that central tension dissappears. And I personally think that would make Will's story less compelling.

Also, I love villains and a part of me really doesn't want Sarcean to have been the good guy all along. I feel that would make him boring idk. I don't think Sarcean was the only villain, but I think it's more interesting that Sarcean was used and unfairly punished by the Sun King and by the "Light" side. And essentially, they made their own monster. I like the idea of Sarcean so hurt by people constantly betraying him or leaving him that he becomes obsessed with control! Idk I feel like making him the good guy all along and everyone else the villains (Sun King or the Lady) kinda defangs Sarcean. I think what will make the third book so exciting will be the central question; can Will succeed where Sarcean failed?

Edit: Reading this back and I think I was being too simplistic here. I don’t want to dismiss people's complex theories by over simplifying everything. I think my main point was that I don't want Will to be 100% wrong about Sarcean. I don't want James's past fear of the collar & being controlled by the Dark King to have been 100% wrong either. I want there to have been something about their past selves that they genuinely don't want to emulate or become. So that's why, for me, it's imperative for the narrative tension of the entire story that Sarcean did truly reprehensible things. But that doesn't mean I don't think other characters like the Sun King and the Lady also haven't done their share of reprehensible things. The story is complicated, it's not black and white so I shouldn't have oversimplified my arguments in my post.

And as far as Sarcean and Anharion, my deep love of queer villains is due to how they can explore how queer people can be so full of love but still hurt others, largely because of the (allegoric) trauma they face in a homophobic world. I gravitate towards ships where the characters undeniably love each other but also hurt each other deeply. The concept of someone who is lashing out and hurting others, but is still worthy and capable of love is my bread and butter tbh 😅. That's just my preference.

#dark heir #dark rise #dark heir spoilers #will kempen #sarcean

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maybe könig with a super innocent/sweet reader? like he finds them adorable but also worries for their naive nature?

W *infantilization, stranger to reader sexual harassment mention, dubiously healthy relationship, nonsexual ddlg vibes kindaa, low-key violent/anger issues konig (to others: alcohol inspired defensive violence, threats, armlock) bf!König, unfinished, abrupt end, unsettling nonsexual purity infatuation, dying dove actually idk feels weird☝️

YESSSS GOOD IDEA This ones a lil messy i apologize i got brainrot, couldn't stop and couldn't remember anything xd there's so many more points i wanted to hit but now im just dizzy /j TYSM FOR THE AASKKKK <3 :DD

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♡︎. You always made him smile. A stupid crooked grin under his mask, eyes giddy with knowing, satisfied joy whenever you do something nice for him- which felt like a lot. You never seem to realize just how naturally, deeply your sincere actions hold meaning. Just how beautiful you are in every sense.

He always scans your face, and you're looking at him wondering why he's got that smug look whenever he takes the sight of you in after you do something that just comes naturally/doesn't seem like that big of a deal to you. Of course you'd do that for him..? You're literally perfect and you don't even know it. He can't quite verbalize the exact thought, so he eases your worries instead by stroking your hair, saying many thank-yous and asking about your day.

Or, when he can't quite take it and he jumps you with kisses everywhere and confident praise instead whilst you confusedly smile and wonder what you did to get all this all of a sudden, which just eggs him on harder.

Or hugging you from behind and dragging you back onto the bed or sofa to lay on him, squeezing your waist and giving a kiss to the side of your face with an exhausted sigh because you're too cute and it hurts.

♡︎. He's always a human barrier between you and the rest of the world when you go out. It's not like you're stupid, but restricted processing abilities can be a bitch, and he just always has a close eye out for you. Or if he doesn't, coz he's not a cop, he instinctively snaps to you at the first indication of something.

A general practiced distrust makes him sour, snarky and vigilant to stranger third parties. Blatantly putting himself between you and tricky guilt-trippy street/seller/creepy scams. His appearance and general passive-aggressively 'friendly' demeanour is usually enough to get them to fuck off, but shouting or even threatening people comes equally as natural.

Sometimes he gets into it a little too much, breathing heavier, stinking of drink as an anything but playful grin twitched at the corner of his lips, bumping chest to chest- well, more like chest to neck- of someone you didn't quite clock was sexually harassing you before. You know, despite the fucked up circumstances, he'd missed this. He thinks they'd be a more than deserving subject to alleviate some frustration. Come on, reap your reward. Just swing first so he wouldn't look as bad for immediately slamming and pinning their pathetic, unqualified self into the bar, muttering coldly in their ear new instructions. To obviously not fucking touch you, anyone for that matter, and- while we're at it, hey, why don't they do a little dance? No, he's not carrying anything, that's so silly. Just, does it feel good when he bends their arm back a little more the wrong way? Ah- he didn't think so.

When you drone back at him later, eyebrows furrowed in concern and confusion at the hostility to this random innocent person- he'd sigh deep in apology, sitting down to your level. His expression was sincere as he eased you into letting him hold your hands as he explained. He knew you were your own person, it was just… there was no way in hell that wasn't what it looked like.

♡︎. Fucking adores you. You are his queen/king. Almost subconsciously keeps you as close as possible. Naturally tends to end up with you in his lap, a casual arm over your middle even if he's using his computer or doing something else tricky. Brows furrowed in focus and you objectively making it harder, but stubborn and no doubt in his expression that that's where you should be.

Or when you're out, he always seems to be holding your hand, rubbing circles to keep the touch entertaining, distracting from the fact that he's trying to keep track of you as closely as possible. If you're sitting with acquaintances, or something like that, he'd encourage you onto his lap, even though it might seem a bit weird to onlookers.

In that same vein of protective-to-posessive pipeline of touch, he loves to carry you. Hugs around your waist; playfully, gently but firmly throwing you over his shoulder

♡︎. Sometimes scolds you and picks you up.

♡︎. Your selflessness is admirable and unfathomable for him. From habit he's not a big crier, but when he's had a long day or is a couple drinks in sometimes it's over you. You're just so cute. And perfect. His perfect, perfect thing. It kinda stresses him out that he needs to keep you well.

Perpetual soft spot for people like you. He decides to return the favour. Lacking the retrospective emotional intelligence to figure out why exactly, but has an instinctual allegiance/affection from other genuinely nice girls like from his otherwise difficult school days.

♡︎. You both get weird looks when you introduce each-other as your s/os, double-taking that the sweetest person in the world was on the arm of a cocky, blunt military vet and vice versa.

#könig x reader #konig x reader #konig #könig #cod x reader #64sshit

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joelsgreys · 9 months

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Talk Tonight (Joel Miller x OC Female Reader)

Summary: After their flight home is canceled, two complete strangers decide to spend the entire night getting lost together in one of the most beautiful cities in the world—what could go wrong?

Pairing: Pre Outbreak Joel Miller x OFC Camila Mendoza

Warnings/Tags: 18+ Only Minors DNI. NO big age gap, Joel is 35 and Reader is 29. Reader is a mixed woman of color, she is multilingual, although it is written in second person POV (I am terrible at doing third person, sorry) she does come with a name. I also do give her a physical description EXCEPT for her body type (she is shorter than Joel though). Ultimately, if you choose to read this story, you’re more than welcome to read it how you want! If you want to picture her as I write her or as your own—whatever tickles your fancy! Chapters will come with their own individual warnings but overall: mention of spouse loss/death, mentions of surviving infidelity, a lot of fluff, dashes of angst, eventual smut. Set one year before the outbreak. Early 2000’s romcom kinda vibes.

A/N: This has been my lil passion project. Idk if it’s just me I feel like it can be kind of hard for OC stories to gain traction, but tbh compared to everything else I’ve been writing this one has been the easiest. I don’t feel much pressure like I do with everything else. Don’t get me wrong, I do hold a special place in my heart for all the other works I have done/going on but I feel so laid back about this one. Mostly because it’s already written 😂 but anywho, this one is a lil treat for me myself and I and if anyone else enjoys it, that’s just an awesome bonus. 🤍

**chapters containing smut

Part 1 l Charles De Gaulle Airport

Part 2 l The Eiffel Tower

Part 3 l Avenue des Champs-Élysées

Part 4 l Musée du Louvre**

Part 5 l The Pont Neuf (Seine River)**

Part 6 l Hotel Le Mareuil**

Part 7 l The Flight Home (Epilogue)

#joel miller #joel miller x ofc #joel miller x oc #joel miller series #joel miller x original character #fic: talk tonight

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ranhaitanisgf · 6 months

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aaaaaAAAAA CONGRATS ON 2K !! IM SO HAPPY & PROUD OF YOUUUUU ILYSM YOU DONT KNOW HOW MYCH I LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR HCS 🗣!!

ofc i HAD to join on this event 🤩 may i have a scenario for “oblivious ‘best friends’ “ & “getting sick” with inui? where reader FINALLY realizes that inui actually cared for her more than a friend would ? preferably fluff 🛐 TQSM LOVE I APPRECIATE IT [cry] <3

— inui [inupi] seishu // obvlivious best friends // getting sick

[𖤐] ANON THATS SO SWEET !!!! im sorry for disappearing for so damn long !!! i hopeeee yall enjoy this, as i went wayyyy over word limit once again !! i also rewrote this like two hundred million times cuz i was struggling w the vibes idk ... anywho. enjoy my loveliessss xoxooooo

wc ; 1.7k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

inui was worried.

well, he wasn’t sure that that was quite the word to sum up how he was feeling at the moment, but it was the best he could come up with at the moment.

his worry had started around a week ago, when you had stopped showing up to toman meetings. it was highly unusual, since even though you took on more of a strategic role rather than a fighting role, you still would attend every meeting to offer your input on different issues and how to solve them. you prided yourself on your intellect and being able to strategize, so the first day you hadn’t shown up, it was already ringing alarm bells in his mind.

after the second, third, and fourth day, inui was sure that something terrible had happened, and somehow nobody had told him. however, even after asking around all the divisions, and even mikey himself, he concluded that nobody had a clue as to where you were. every time he tried to call your cell, it went straight to voicemail, and all the texts that he sent were still on delivered.

and so now, as any best friend would do, he showed up at your apartment.

he had visited a couple times in the last week, repeatedly pressing your doorbell and knocking on the door for what seemed like forever. he didn’t want to intrude into your home, but his worry was getting to its peak, so, as an normal person would do, he decided to break your door down.

sure, he felt pretty guilty about it, especially since your landlord would probably give you hell about it, but the pros outweighed the cons in this situation.

pros: he gets to see if you’re safe.

cons: your landlord gets angry and increases your rent, your door is broken until it gets fixed, your neighbors will be upset (maybe), you might get kicked out of your apartment.

yeah, in his mind, the pro outweighed the cons.

with a strong kick, inui swiftly kicked beneath the handle of your door. as expected, it wasn’t the strongest thing, so it opened rather easily, even having the courtesy to stay on the hinges.

“(y/n)?” his voice rang throughout your apartment, feeling a bit on edge at how messy everything was.

had someone broken in and kidnapped you? did you get robbed and they ended up abducting you? what if-?

“what…the fuck.” inui’s jumbled thoughts cleared up the moment he heard your voice, (was it a bit more raspy than usual?). you had emerged from your bedroom, a blanket heaped over your shoulders as you blankly stared at him.

“(y/n)...” without much thinking, inui took a couple hasty steps forward and wrapped his arms around you, relief flooding through him. “do you have any idea how worried i’ve been? why didn’t you pick up any of my calls?” you sniffled a bit in his embrace, making him step back a bit to get a better look at you.

your eyes were rimmed red, and now that he was paying more attention, he realized that you were really warm. your hair was quite a mess, and despite the thick blanket that you were holding over your shoulders, you seemed to be shivering.

“well, that’s ‘cause my cell’s been dead and i haven’t charged it.” you jerked a thumb over at the living room couch, which your dead cell phone was laying on. “what’re you even doing here though? did you break the door?” your eyes wandered behind him, seeing your door wide open, looking back at inui as he froze a bit at the question.

“yeah…i’ll pay for a new one. is this why you haven’t been responding? because you’re sick?”

“i think you’re smart enough to answer that question yourself.” you mumbled, turning around and walking back to your bedroom. “now, if you’ll excuse me, ‘m gonna go back to sleep…” after taking another couple steps though, you felt yourself stumbling as your vision began to blur.

your wavering frame was steadied by two arms at your shoulders, quickly leading you to sit down on the edge of your bed. as your vision came back, you noticed inui kneeling in front of you, his brows pinched together with worry as he slipped his cool hand onto your forehead.

“you’ve had this high of a fever this whole time?”

“yep…” you could barely keep your eyes open at this point, your head bobbing up and down as you tried to stay awake.

“hm…just go back to sleep.”

“will do…” you mumbled, flopping back onto your bed and getting under your blankets.

inui looked down at you as you passed out almost immediately, feeling worried and a little bit betrayed. why hadn’t you called him? had you been taking care of yourself this whole time?

he settled onto the edge of your bed, carefully pushing some strands of hair out of your face. gently, he pulled some of your blanket up, tucking you in, the corners of his lips turning up as you buried yourself deeper in the blanket.

cute…

“...up…(y/n)...wake up…” you groaned at the subtle shaking of your body, turning over to try and go back to sleep. “(y/n)? just wake up for a few minutes and you can go back to sleep.” the smell of something good wafted through the air, which was enough to make you slowly open one eye, turning back over.

inui was above you, leaning over as he made sure you were awake. his blue eyes became a bit softer when you finally opened both of your own eyes, staying over you for a moment more than was necessary before leaning back. carefully, he handed you a small bowl of rice, a fried egg on top of it with some soy sauce, handing you a pair of chopsticks.

“you should eat if you want to get your strength back.” you dug in without another word; the most you had been surviving on in the past week was crackers and cheese, since that was the only thing you were able to eat without doing any sort of cooking.

however, your eating paused when you felt inui pushing some of your hair to the side, unpeeling a cold pack and carefully sticking it to your forehead. he was a little bit closer than he probably needed to be; you could see the flecks of green in his blue irises, his eyebrows still pinched together a little bit as he looked at you.

ba-dump!

now that you were a little bit more awake, you became quite conscious of how messy your hair was, and even more so noticing how sweaty and gross you were. your fingers ran through your hair, trying your best to take some of the tangles out as you looked to the side, embarrassment flooding through you. you hadn’t called anyone on purpose; you hadn’t exactly wanted anybody to see you like this.

“er, thanks…”

“...”

“...seishu…?” you questioned, feeling a bit awkward as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. he looked back at you from his seat on the edge of your bed, a somewhat faraway look in his eyes.

“hm?”

“uhm, are you alright…?” at your question, inui opened his mouth, then closed it again, seeming to be thinking about something. he mulled over it for a few more moments, the silence feeling just a tad awkward, before he started to speak again.

“i wish you had called me.” he said, a tone of hurt in his voice. “i was worried that something may have happened to you…and even if you’re just sick, i just…” inui paused, fiddling a bit with a piece of his hair as his ears turned a bit pink. “...i wish that you would rely on me more.” he sighed, his head pulling down a bit as he stared at the ground.

the straightforwardness of his words caught you wholly off guard; you had not been expecting that sort of response from him.

you felt some guilt flood through you at seeing his sadness, laying your chopsticks across your bowl as his words echoed through your head. you supposed that you probably should have just let him know that you were sick instead of trying to disappear for a week or two, since you probably would have also been worried if he had tried to pull a stunt like that.

“i’m sorry…i just didn’t want anybody to see me like this. i don’t exactly look the best right now, so-”

“you look good.”

“...” you stared at the boy seated next to you, trying to find any sort of lie in his eyes. instead, he just kept looking back at you with the most honesty in his eyes, a slight smile across his lips. “you’re a weirdo…” you murmured, feeling your heart skip a beat when you realized that he seemed to be serious with his words, (was your face feeling hot because of your fever?).

inui didn’t reply to your half-hearted words, instead taking the bowl from your hands and placing it on your bedside table.

“you should get some rest.” you stayed sitting up for a moment, your eyes tracing over all his fluid movements. his blue eyes suddenly flicked back to you, the eye contact finally breaking the trance you seemed to be in, making you immediately lay back down and cover the bottom half of your face with your blankets. despite the embarrassment you were suddenly feeling, there was also a giddy feeling you felt as you watched inui adjust your blankets, making sure that you were all covered up.

“are you going to leave?”

please say no.

“well, no…your door doesn’t close now, and i’m not going to leave you here to let just anybody walk in.”

“oh, right. forgot about that…” you giggled a bit at inui’s sheepish expression as he stood up, clearing off your bedside table and standing up.

“get better soon, (y/n).” there was a small smile on his face as he exited, gently closing your door behind him. when you were sure he was gone, you couldn’t help the euphoric smile that spread across your face, pulling your blankets a bit over your face.

did that really just happen!?

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 10

Troilism: the practice of two people having sex while a third person is watching (and may or may not take part).

Voyeurism: the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engage in sexual activities.

Pairing: John Suh | Johnny x fem!reader x Jung Yuno | Jaehyun

AU/genre: smut, strangers to lovers, very subtle and mild mxm for like 7 seconds

Word Count: 1348 words

Warnings: graphic descriptions of clubbing, mild size kink, sex under the influence of alcohol, but you won't notice, public touching IDK WHAT TO CALL IT, oral and fingering (f receiving), Johnny has a big dick, Jaehyun's face is very close to Johnny's dick, take that as your mxm warning

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @ker00 @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

Clubbing. Loud music, the bass thumping in your chest, hot, sweaty bodies grinding against each other, and alcohol. Something that might seem undesirable for others seems appealing to you, occasionally. Especially if you find two very attractive strangers that seem to be as into you as you are into them, skillfully grinding their bodies into your front and backside to the rhythm of the music.

You feel exceptionally safe in their arms, though they're big and presumably strong, and could overpower you easily with the sheer strength of their muscles. Or maybe because of that. It's hot, both in temperature and general vibe, as one of them grinds his hips right into your ass, his lips ghosting over your neck while you gaze into the other's eyes. Their feline nature feels soft and friendly, though his gaze feels everything but.

Just as your hands find comfort in stroking over the taller's chest, their hands hug around your body, feeling up your sides and, after a questioning look that you confirm by nodding, up to your breasts and down to your ass. Hazy-minded and light-headed, you lean further into them, grinding your ass into their touches and when the one in front of you send you a smirk, your can't help but to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

Without wasting even a second, he kisses you back. He's tall, way taller than you, and you have to lean up on the tips of your toes to be able to reach him. His lips feel soft against your own as they skillfully taste you, hinting a bit of tongue that you accept happily. You feel unreal, the influence of the alcohol playing the smallest part in your feeling of being high, it's just them and how amazing their hands feel all over your body.

With one thing leading to another, you're soon to find yourself in the backrooms of the club, two black leather couches being pretty much all you're presented with as you enter the room, still handsy with the taller guy who's name you'd just learned is Johnny.

The other guy, Jaehyun, you're pulling with you as well. He'd been all over your backside on the dance floor, getting your panties wet embarrassingly fast with how well his lips fit against your neck, and his clothed errection between the supple cheeks of your ass.

As soon as the door closes behind you, you're all over Jaehyun, not wanting him to feel like you want him any less than Johnny because that wouldn't be true. Johnny steps behind you this time, taking in the way your lips collide with Jaehyun's. He's pushing your hair away from your neck, leaving kisses behind just where Jaehyun'd left them before.

Jaehyun then parts from you, glossed over eyes taking you in with lust, and just as you're about to complain, Johnny whispers into your neck. "Let him watch, yeah?"

The proposal comes unexpected, just like the wave of pleasure that rolls over you at the mere thought, and a lustful whine escapes your throat as you let your head fall against Johnny's chest. Jaehyun steps away from you, taking a seat on one of the couches, just as Johnny leads you a few steps back to sit down on the other with him.

He pulls you down on his lap, spreading your thighs to dangle over his own legs, giving Jaehyun a perfect view of your drenched underwear, then your wet folds as Johnny pushes your panties aside to run his fingers through them. "Do you think he likes what he sees?"

You moan as he pushes a finger inside, carefully stretching you for what's to come, all while you hold eye contact with Jaehyun in front of you who's gaze is intensely focused on Johnny's ministrations on your cunt, wetting his lower lip with his tongue. You feel hazy, completely overwhelmed with how needy you're feeling, and you wish for him to just hurry up and fuck you, so that's what you beg for.

Johnny chuckles behind you, and Jaehyun bites his lip this time as he watches you squirm in Johnny's lap. He works you up to two more fingers until he's finally satisfied. He helps you stand up to pull your panties down your legs, all while he pulls out his admittedly impressive length. The sight makes your mouth water, and simultaneously glad that he insisted on stretching you out beforehand. You then resume your position on his lap, though this time he assists you in slowly sinking down his cock.

"Fuck," Jaehyun groans at the sight of you struggling to take Johnny's cock, and you can't do much but whine and moan at the incredible feeling of being stretched out like this. Johnny, too, can't keep his sounds contained, quietly grunting into your neck as he tells you how well you're taking him.

You're pulled back against Johnny's chest as soon as he's made sure you can take him, and he grabs onto your thighs to lift them further, giving Jaehyun the perfect show whilst also being able to fuck into you from below. At the first drag, you feel like it's not going to take long for you to finish. Johnny feels amazing inside of you, stretching you out to the max and hitting all the right spots for you to see stars. The fact that he can manhandle you so easily in each and every desired position, plus the way Jaehyun's watching all of this unravel in front of his eyes as he touches himself through his pants, is doing unbelievable things to you.

"Look at him, baby, look how much you're turning him on," Johnny says, a smirk evident in his voice.

"'S you too," you slur, brain foggy from how amazing he's making you feel.

"What?" Johnny chuckles lowly. "No, darling. That's all you. He wants you so much, but you're so fucking beautiful that he's okay with just watching."

You whine, too aroused to think straight. There's only one thing you know you want. "Want him to touch me."

"Oh, is that so? Why don't you ask him, then? Ask nicely, maybe he'll be nice you," Johnny suggests, kissing your neck for the n-th time this night, though it never fails to send sparks flying through your body.

"Please, touch me, Jae-" You barely get the words out before Jaehyun curses, getting up only to squad down in front of you. Your hazy mind can hardly comprehend what's going on before Jaehyun's fingers begin toying with your clit. With a loud moan, your back arches as much as it can in this position, swear words falling from your lips that make Johnny chuckle behind you.

Jaehyun presumably believes that that's not enough, though, so he leans in to lick a fat stripe over your cunt. Instinctively your eyes close, your moans grow high pitched at this point, especially as he repeats the action, several times, and you're sure that he doesn't mind that Johnny's buried deep inside of you, doesn't care that his tongue is licking over Johnny's length as well, given the way Johnny reacts to the licks as sensitively as you do.

The entire situation is just so fucking hot, white dots of pleasure appear behind your close lids, your walls clamping down on Johnny's big cock, and when Jaehyun sucks at your clit only once, but hard, you can't hold back anymore. With a loud cry of pleasure, you orgasm, glad that not only Johnny, but Jaehyun as well, is holding onto your thighs or else you would've collapsed at the sheer power of your high.

"Good fucking girl," Jaehyun praises quietly, stroking over your thighs to help you come down from your intense orgasm. Weakly, you open your eyes. Johnny'd slowed down his thrusts, instead focusing on softly praising you for cumming so well for the both of them.

"Hm, baby, what do you think?" You watch Jaehyun's hand slide down to your clit once again. "Can you take both of us?"

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tiredlilguy · 9 months

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BSD|The Flags Poly HC's

come get your girl dinner, you know who you are cw: not proofread, suggestive//, a little fucked up (what do you expect though... they're mafia) notes: not adding chuuya because he was 16 at the same time they were around their 20's, reader suggested to be around their age. im just trying to cope with the recent chapter ;-;

I feel like Pianoman, Lippman, and Albatross would probably be the most provocative and louder lovers, while Iceman and Doc are kind of like “they’ll come around to me when they want to” attitude

Pianoman LOVES having you on his lap, he’s always using his “leader privilege” to be able to hold you the longest

Pianoman is handsy, but Alb is clingy… like Pianoman would be the one to try and sneak a hand to your ass, but Alb just likes hugs and holding you

Speaking of Alb, he definitely likes to steal you away all the time

Can and will just take you out of a cafe date with Lippman so then he can drive you to some random empty parking lot in the middle of nowhere just to make out with you

You have them all of a leash, and they will be there at your beck and call

Bet if you’re in trouble with something (they know very well you’re capable), doesn’t matter if it’s personal or not, they’re there

Iceman is a simp, I can definitely see him trying to be chill about your attention being on everyone else, but he’s a little jealous… he won’t say anything though

One time, Lippmann was watching Pianoman’s hand that was on your thigh as you were sitting on his lap. Pianoman eventually noticed and looked up at Lippman with a smirk and said: “ You wanna join?”

You ended up in between them that night (god, I desperately want that to be me)

You hear all the hospital drama from doc:

“ You remember […]?”

“ Yeah?”

“ Well they lost their other leg. When I tell you that I’m probably going to run out of prosthetics to put on this guy… Though, I may consider trying to Frankenstein them with a new leg. What do you think?”

Doc gifts you flowers, but he always gets the ones that are small (he thinks that they are like him, so that’s why he gets them for you), OR he’d gift you jars of severed limbs/eyes/etc

If he does surgery on you, he’s going to find some way to give you an extra organ and just not tell you about it. I guess enjoy your new third kidney babes (this is a crack hc, but I did see it from a meme)

Albatross seems like the typa guy to gift you a taxidermied animal, idk why… he gives me those vibes, like how a crow will gift you a dead mouse as thanks for saving it (Albatross is the name of a bird after all)

NO ACTUALLY, ALB DEFINITELY GIFTS ILLEGAL FISH/WHALE BONES

He’s definitely a genius at getting stuff on the black market (I mean, he can operate and fix every/any vehicle), probably had the highest bid on like an extinct whale tooth and smuggled it in to gift to you somehow

Doc and alb are fucked in the head, they just wanna show you that they love you

Anyways

Iceman seems like the type to gift you either old records, things that remind you of him, or things the reminds him of you

Lippman gifts really expensive things like designer bags or clothing

Pianoman doesn’t seem like much of a gift person, but he’d probably get you something more sentimental: like a simple (but expensive) necklace, or very romantic letters

Lippmann LOVES to spoil you: literally will take you to everything, always has you at any of his interviews (though you’re probably in disguise), or at movie/tv show shoots

Iceman definitely likes to have you to himself, he doesn’t mind the poly relationship, but if you’re with him, he doesn’t like to share

That said, if he does have you for a night, bet it’s going to be a good night (in both ways)

If you are getting shared it’s most likely pianoman + Lippmann or alb + doc

Though of course the six of you are always together, I mean hey, u got the cream of the crop of the Port Mafia all to yourself

If you get signed a solo mission, at least one of them is either going with you or watching you on the sidelines

One time it ended up being where all of them showed up and they comedically fell out from behind a corner (the sillies)

I can imagine a scenario where you all end up going on a vacation to somewhere where there’s a beach

It was Lippmann’s idea

The end goal was to see you in swimwear- like that was the original idea… they’re horndogs

Pianoman puts his coat on you if you’re feeling cold, likes to see you put the sleeves on and see the coat sort of pool over you

Trust, if someone hurts you, that person is getting their ass demolished, beaten tf up, burned, sunk into the ground, dead as hell

They’d probably make a mess of the person who hurt you, so much so that the person is beyond recognition

Probably the one time that they let Albatross go loose (he’s probably beating the shit out of the dead body)

They do love you, they’re just a little fucked in the head

The skrunklies

#bsd #bsd the flags #the flags #the flags x reader #bsd the flags x reader #pianoman bsd #lippman bsd #doc bsd #albatross bsd #iceman bsd #pianoman x reader #lippman x reader #doc x reader #albatross x reader #iceman x reader #so many tags for these boys omo..#mono writes

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soulprompts · 2 years

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"𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐" 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎. (N.𝙎𝙁.𝙒 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉.)

idk how to describe the exact thought process that led me to this idea, but basically i was watching a tonne of ins.tagram videos and i think i had hit the fourth video in a row using that interview where it’s like “love ya, bye.” “love ya..............PFFT--” and i was like. in a way, that’s actually completely adorable, and i was thinking about all the different ways and contexts in which people say “i love you”, and now i’m here to make it everyone else’s problem! so bon appetit! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!! i will add to it in the future!! i already made a sfw (safe for work) version that can be found in the post before this one, but i promised u a spicy option, so here u go, here’s an ns/fw version ( aka DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN!! ), w spicy prompts that can be found at the bottom of the list, and remember, if you add to the list i will curse ur shoes to be squeaky 24/7. so just don’t add anything to the list, okay my loves? okay. enjoy!